Lordess of Darkness

[Thorn]

Dark Fire Spirit
A large shadow was cast over the land as huge bat like wings beat, sending no sound out to any. The only thing to show her arrival was an ominous shadow over the ground. She couldn't remember the last time she had made her presence known. She only knew that she was here now. Back in her homeland and hopeful to find her Lord. The one she had brought back from the dead and nearly died for. She had shown him the endurance she withheld and she was glad she did. Her large wings moving her swiftly in her search.

She slowed the beating of her wings as she slowed and neared the ground. Her rear hooves touching the earth, she drew in the air to her lungs and let out a load bellow that traveled far and wide over the land. Her Lord was somewhere, and maybe even her son was around. She was of Shire blood, but she wasn't pure. To help her stamina she had Arabian blood mingled, her face showed that breed's characteristics. She looked all around, walk forward her wings slowly folding to her sides. She snorted as annoyance grew. Stallions, never there when called.

Her thought was viscous and dark. How long had it been? Her son was weaned when she went to patrol and spy on the others. It was her right after all. Her name showed her spirit, and her crave for power. She loved power, almost as she loved her Lord. And who was this mare that acted like this was her kingdom? It was none other than Dark Fire Spirit, the Lordess of the dark kingdom. She had been challenged once, but she had quickly but a stop to that mare's futile attempts of gaining HER power, mares stupid mistake.

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Muse: Good

The Devil's Regret
A shadow had left years ago and he was back. Back to join his father, the great Lord Saishuu Akatsuki and his hell raising mother Lordess Dark Fire Spirit. He had neither of their colorings. His was always a light color, like that of the Neutrals. He remembered how his mother glared at him and sneered whenever he came near. But now. Now he was in his third year, his bones and structure strong. And his spirit willing to die for the good of the darks. His black lifeless eyes scanning over the ground. His lips pressed together in thought.

He snorted, his name suited him, because it was what he had come to be, The Devil's Regret. He was forged in the fires of Hades, and he loved it. His blood was far from perfect having Trakhner crossed with Shire and Arabian. A perfect mix and balance. He let out a laughing bellow as he saw the winged shadow sweep across the ground. His legs took motion as he watched his mother, the Lordess, land and call out to her Lord and lover. She was something else he admitted. He galloped a ground eating lope and arrived beside her.

He nodded a greeting but nothing more as he looked for his father. He tried to remember when was the last time he saw him. His thoughts traveled far back to a time when he was less than this perfect specimen. He flipped the light colored mane from his eyes. His mother seemed to look at his form approvingly. He enjoyed that satisfaction, standing tall reaching almost 16hh. His forehead exposed from him flipping his mane. The mark on his forehead was a king cobra, beside that mark where to bullhorns protruding from his head. Fangs from his lips showing.

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Muse: Okay

[SoulofDarkness]

Saishuu Akatsuki's ears flickered as he heard his Lordess call him. So she was back... And from the sound of things, she was getting irritated. He closed his eyes and let his skin heal itself, closing the cracks across his flesh from which magma leaked. In its place grew a handsome coat of silky black fur, almost immediately. His dark eyes glowed as scaled wings erupted from his back, and he launched himself into the air like a bullet. He let his vision fade and his senses take over, allowing him to quickly locate his mate. After he reached her, he closed his wings and dropped to the ground, his hooves smashing into the rock. He shook his main as his wings receded into his flesh, "You called?"

(ahhhhhhh, I feel bad now, my posts like suck compared to yours... >.<)

[Thorn]

Dark Fire Spirit looked skywards and watched her Lord swoop to the ground then felt his hooves hit the ground. She felt the fine tremors in the land. Her eyes blazed almost filled with pure rage. How dare he act so casual about being this late?! Her thoughts hissed loudly in her mind, darkly. She snarled slightly and flapped her wings once expelling a large torrent of air at him. Her annoyance written clear on her face. "And what takes my Lord this long to come?" She hissed, voice like a cobra's venom, deadly but flowing. She sounded pissed but very relieved.

Her ears pinned as she waited his reason. She had been gone a while now, and she was not happy by the lack of urgency. She had watched the Neutral and learned about certain plans. And yet he stay here and act as thought none of this mattered. She stamped her large hoof sending the earth shaking. She stood stock still then her large, Arabian chiseled head turned to her son and she looked him over. He had grown and he was strong. She smiled, happy about how he turned out. She smiled to Akatsuki, a twisted half amused one.

"Amazing how he filled out, is it not, Lord?" She walked around her son, noting his every feature, how he was as handsome as his father and had strength of ten horses. She then flashed a look at Akatsuki. She walked around him, noting his black coat, regrown and vital. She snorted before showing her teeth slightly. She wanted the war to come already. To wipe the Neutrals out of existence. She wanted nothing more than to do that. She turned from him and reared bellowing out, sending quaking torrents across the land. It twisted to a laugh.

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The Devil's Regret snickered at his mother's irritation. He loved watching this family tension. But he would never be as his father. Lord Saishuu Akatsuki was the greatest stallion in the world. Devil smirked and nodded then stood straight when his mother walked around him. He knew she was impressed by how good he looked. And he held himself high with pride. His eyes looked over his father, one day he wished he could be as strong as him and most importantly as powerful as the black coated stallion who owned all of the dark land.

he yawned and smiled a twisted one. One day all lands would be ruled by the darks, and they will bring the chaos and anarchy of it all. He watched his mother closely as she now circled his father, when she turned from his father and reared bellowing, his urge to join started and he reared with her, when she started laughing, his booming voice did the same. He stopped when they were done and turned to his dad, "Where are the others?" He hadn't seen his play pal in forever and he wondered how he where he was now.

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[SoulofDarkness]

When Akatsuki heard her question, he snorted, "Don't worry yourself with my time, I assure you you're not the only one preparing for war." His voice had a bit of an edge to it, not directed at the Lordess but at the lack of tension between the two dominions. There had been virtually no contact with the neutrals as of late, which meant no combat, and it had been making him restless. He pawed the ground irritably, "This war is taking too long to arrive... For too long Eblis has held himself higher than me, than all of us, and I need to put him in his place."

Then Saishuu Akatsuki turned to his son. It was true, he had grown strong. He would prove to be an asset in the war. "When the time comes we will gather them all here. The warriors from this land, and every other land under my rule. And then we'll stir things up a bit." He gave a harsh laugh; he was itching for combat.

[KitKat]

Salvaje Oscuro

He was relatively new to the dark lands. Oscuro shook his head and his black mane fell over his handsome grey crest. Oscuro was not here for glory; he was not here to challenge. But to see who the dark lord really was. He had passed many lands while he travelled and he had remembered every one of them. Every one of them was still imprinted perfectly in his mind. Like a snapshot memory, courtesy of one of his gifts.

Salvaje Oscuro was grey in colour, with a black mane and tail. His feathered hooves were a brownish gold and the feathers were white. He had one black sock running from his knee down to his hoof on his left leg. White swirls twirled their way up Oscuro's back legs and turned off at the dock of his tail. His eyes had grey rings around them, like patches but they were hardly noticeable. Oscuro was of pure Gypsy Vanner breed and his huge 16.1 frame was well muscled and stable.

Oscuro had a few abilities. Most of them were small, therefore not involving a lot of energy. He could control, sense and read beings emotions, but he could not control horse’s minds. Oscuro could change his appearance to anything he thought of. He had the ability to learn and remember things at an unnaturally fast speed and he could see through solid matter. His most powerful ability was that he could warp reality. He could change and manipulate it to confuse others. This took up a lot of his energy though. Oscuro chuckled. The one time he had tried it the stallion had gone loopy for a few hours and then returned to finish him off. If help had not come he would have been killed. Oscuro tossed his head. He had been young and foolish in those days. He was smarter. With 7 years of experience up his sleeve he knew all the tricks in the book.

Oscuro raised his grey stained muzzle to the wind and inhaled deeply. He had seen and heard many things in his life time. Most of the stallions he had seen in the lands he had passed had had many bad and foolish qualities. Some were greedy, some stupid, some idiotic but all were leading their land slowly to destruction. Now that he had come to his knew land, he hoped that it would prove to be better and more in control.

Oscuro could feel other horses near him. They were still out of sight. Emotions hit the grey stag at such a speed he had to step back. The first horse Oscuro could read easily. It didn’t take much to penetrate his mind. He was excited and seemed to be ready for something coming. He was dark, as was the whole family. His heart blackened and burnt beyond recognition. Oscuro could tell this was the foal because of how inexperienced he was at blocking out others. Not that that would help. It was extremely difficult to evade the regal grey stallion. The second horse was a mare. Oscuro could smell the death radiating of her coat even from here. He shook his head as she bellowed out for her stallion. The stallion that was the reason he had come. Grey stallion stayed hidden, but eventually he would show himself.

Finally he appeared. He was every bit magnificent and regal as Oscuro had heard. He watched them talk, but he was too far away to hear anything. When they had stopped the stallion had let a smirk roll over his kissers.

Oscuro trotted slowly out of the clearing watching them. He was relaxed as always. You might have thought he had been at his mothers. He chuckled darkly watching them as they came closer with every step he took. Brute didn’t stumble, and it was virtually impossible to make a criticism about his features. His personality was another matter. From the lights Oscuro had earned distasted and hate but he was respected amongst the darks.

Oscuro stopped a few metres away and tossed his head his muscles rippling underneath his sleek grey hide. Then he was still wandering whether he had to prepare to be fought, and hoping that the stallion had more sense than that. Oscuro was a valuable ally, to any land. And he knew he would have to prove himself. That would come eventually. Oscuro was staring particularly at the stallion. His mind was working at its fastest speed yet Oscuro could not break down the strong mental barriers he set up around his mind. He got a few reactions, nothing that would tell him much and he finally concluded that it would take more of his power to break down the barriers he set up.

Oscuro dipped his head to the stallion, the mare and the foal. Then he turned his attention to the black stag, lord of the darks “Akatsuki” Oscuro’s vocal chords rumbled and he dipped his head once again to the noble stallion. He did not give him his name, it was not important. If he asked he could have it. A small hint of respect was etched across Oscuro’s features. This first impression had been a good one. And first impressions mattered the most.

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Muse: Okish
Other: Finally finished!

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[KitKat]

Bump!! Is anyone going to reply?

[SoulofDarkness]

(I was waiting for LA to reply, it's her turn... so you should ask her next time shes on, after she posts I'll post)