Beginning of the Darks

[-Amulet-]

He would help bring them back together. He would be the leader's right hand steed, always there and always fighting savagely. Crimson form moved restlessly, wanting the Dark King to show. But show he did not. He paced back and forth, wandering, waiting. How long would this waite last? The Bloody Baren did not know, nor would he try to guess. Guessing games he did not play, for they were foolish and irresponsible. He snorted angrily and rested neath the opening of a cave, watching, listening, feeling.

[Acantha + Cowin]

Dare you look upon the angel's face, whose beautifully carved angelic face can be one of the most decieving facial expression. Devil's eyes who have suffered so much torture that the lithe equine bares a scar from such a horrific past. The indented line runs down and over the center of eye lids, completely noticeable when the angelic creature closes her eyes from the blinding torture light of the sun. Only one whom had suffered a past and treatement such as she could understand why the once heavenly creature could possess such a tainted soul. And yet is she to find one whom can share the greif and torment she was so often forced to endure.

Rythmic thundering hoofbeats echoed with a dull lullerby as each delicate hoof made foot-fall to the ground. What was left of the deathly dried grass brushed gently against her limbs, but she made no hesitation, ignoring the fact that the tingling senstation developing on her fore limbs was fading. Her walking pace now carried her lithe frame onward, drawing herself ever closer to the perilous drop of the falls. The thundering roar of the falling water growing ever louder as her vigilant auds perked at its sound. The rythmic falling of each hoof continued until finally the beautiful femora had stoped at the rapid water's edges, hooves sinking slightly in the red tinged mud. Lowering her sleek crania the ivory and crimson female sniffed at the darkened water, only to recoil as the aroma of old blood filled her nostrils. The russle of a nearby dead bush caused the slender femora's auds to perk and her sleek crania rise, turning her head slightly to look behind her only to see.... nothing. Heavy sigh erupted from deep within her chest as the thought of never a true place where her dark and tainted personality would ever be understood, the scenary around her seemed to portray the favorable surrounds that she was used to living amongst.

Yet another wind billowed past her, sending her mane and banner into a spritely dance, caressing her face. And also she partially hoped that someone would catch her seductive scent on the wind and come to join her. THe name of this lustful female.... Acantha. Turning her angelic features she looked upon the still frame of the beta stag. A dreadful nicker was given as a bitter hello. Her ivory thorns lay forward watching the waiting stag, he seemed to be waiting for the beloved king.

[-Amulet-]

Brainpan lifted slightly, auds perked forward. He snorted nd looked into the setting darkness. He raised his dial to the highest part and realized another one was here. He took a step forward and then caught her scent. She was..in heat...he snorted and then trotted forward, seeing her finally. He bellowed to her and sneered evily, then walked a little closer.
Bloodstained pelt matched hers and he looked upon her bod with an ever so slight glance. He sneered once more and then snorted.
I be cursed the Bloody Baren..who might you be? And can I inquire on why you happened on these lands? Do you seek the Dark Lord as well?
He hissed, his whipcords swirling around him as the wamr breeze hit. He waited pateitnly for her reply, letting her have as much time and free will as she wanted.

[Acantha + Cowin]

The crimson splashed femmora's auds picked up the sound of a brute's call. Evil smirk crossed her maw as his scent drew closer and closer until the sight of him could be seen. Smirk disappeared as the demon reached her front. Auds locked on him as he spoke and invisible smirk crossed her maw again. This was bound to get interesting real soon. Dial raised until the vix's boa was elegantly arched, with her tassle held high and proud. What did she have to be proud of? That was an easy question. It wasn't much, but she had beauty and intelligence. She was as sly as a fox, and she knew this brute would find that out real soon. Sly as a fox, and as foxy as a fae could get. Teasing was definitly something she took pleasure in. It was so easy, and was fun to just watch! Two-toned banner swished a bit, just to show off her looks and spread her scent. The teasing had only just begun. Snort was released before the vixen's kissers parted.
"I, Baron, was cursed Acantha. If you're lucky, maybe you'll find out why. And also I do await my Beloved king but in the mean time why not a bit of fun?"
Her tones had been more than seductive as she spoke. Indeed, the fox was as wild as the fire in a dry forest. Why? Because she was pretty damn good at it! Seductive chuckle was released as the vixen walked eloquently to the brute's side, slapping him gently with her scarlet streaked tassle. She rounded the brute and came up to the other side of him, Coal pools scanning him all the while. When the fox came up to the demon's shoulder, the fox quickly sent her dial toward his bod, nipping him slightly on the shoulder. Nicker escaped her maw as she trotted forward and turned to face the brute. Fore-dagger pounded the dirt beneath her as she stood to await the demon's retort.

[Ice]

Knowing now this was truely where she belonged, ebony mare galloped gracefully toward the dark lands, surely the one place where she would find others like her. For so long, she had saught out those who shared her veiws, desperate for the Darks to finally overthrow the Lights, and plunge this place into darkness, where it belonged. Long mane streaked out behind her, blowing furiously in the wind coursing past her slender yet well-muscled body, hooves thundering loudly against the floor. But she must not give her postition away, for she knew the consequences if anyone found out where the Darks remained. Her stride slowed, and she saw a gathering of two - Others? Darks? She could only get closer and tell.

Trotting slowly towards the pair, she dipped her head slightly, giving out what she could as submissive gesture. Yes, killing was the life she had chosen - But what was the point in thinking you were of a high status, when there were those above you, as there always would be? The ladder of life had to have a bottom rung, and she would accept if that was where she stood - She only had to work her way up. Nickering softly, she alerted the two, male and female, of her new presence, and she halted, standing a distance away from the pair, waiting for some response.

[Acantha + Cowin]

She stood tall, arching her neck and jousting her head high. She hadn't moved yet, but did let loose a loud, shrill cry in response to the one she'd heard seconds earlier. For a moment or two, waiting to see if the femmora that approached demanded anything. The mare moved forth towards the mare her auds held slightly back un-aware of the fatal that drew nearer. Her coal orbs watching her ever so slightly seeing the gesture that she made to seem submisive, it sparked to her that she might have to playoff her alais, She nickered sofly, as sweet as a roses scent, yet she was the bitter elagant part to the rose, she was the thorn that everyone held in their heart. Still she moved closer with a sweet softness that could intrige any daring stallion, her banner raised to it's fullest, Her arabic dial raised faintly in an elegant manner. But seeing as she was wrong on first impression the mares antics swiftly changed her orbs again filled with the amosity that she held for the growing day. She stoped before the ebon bitch and sounded off a sharp nicker along with a warning gesture. She wasn't one ot take lightly, quickly her lambrums parted releasing the deadly vocals that the mare held. "Who are you but a wandering stroller? seeking the lord himself I presume?

[Ice]

She raised her head as the femme approached - She smelt so sweet, and would at first come off as one who was friendly, but somehow, in someway, Ice felt deep inside her that this was deciving, and could almost smell a scent so foul underneath her first appearance. But whatever happened, she was obviously not someone to anger - And even though the voices inside her screamed for a fight, for bloodshed, she held herself, and nodded her head briefly in reply.

"I seek the Dark Lord, yes.. I am no wanderer - Simply someone who feels the need to finally overthrow the others in this backwards place, and thought that if anywhere, this place is where I should find those who think like me. Was I wrong?" She said, tilting her head to one side a little, shifting the weight on her hooves, tail flicking from side to side. She knew she was right, of course, but something dared her to say otherwise. She waited for a reply, eyes scanning the stature of this one - She was strong, and something about her demanded respect. And that she would get - Until the ebon mare thought differently, of course.

((Eh, sorry, muse has gone to bed already...))

[Acantha + Cowin]

A slow nicker passed her vocals, she stired over to the mare once more, stretching her neck and tossing her obsidian mane slightly. She shifted her head once, ridding it of her forelock, although short, it often found it's way into her vision. With it moved, shifted off to her left ear, uncovering the smallest excuse for a scar where the forelock commonly lie. Acantha shifted her weight, squaring her front hooves and setting the hind ones diagonally, auds set firmly forward, attention mainly on the vixen before her, but still remaining aware of her surroundings. Nothing had changed. It was still a bit drab and always smelled of old, ancient blood. What exactly happened here many moons ago caused her to wonder a bit, it just had to have been gruesome. It would've been great to have taken part in it.. Slowly returning to the time of now she spoke to the mare a slight more respect given to her. "No, you are not wrong, Simply a bit Arrogant are we? and simply what is thy's curse?" she wasn't ready to heed the mare her curse for she wanted to play alongs as it seems.

[Ice]

Ice flicked her head up quickly as the mare spoke again - Yes, she could sense it now, a definate underlaying scent of evil, and everything about this one reminded her of perfume, the sweetest kind, covering up the foulest stench there could be. Whoever she was, Ice was right in thinking she was not one to anger - Every move she made reminded her of her power, and even though her lust for fighting always remained, she would be wary of her.

"Arrogant? - Yes. This is how I am, simply. My cursing is Ice, and may I ask yours?" She replied, knowing now she was being forward, something that had gotten her into many fights in the past. A scar along her hind leg, deep, etched into her body - Reminded her of this, but by no means did it change her ways. She knew she could be powerful when she wanted, and was prepared for anything, but she was to be wary now, until the Dark Lord finally came, so they could actually get down to working out how they would increase their power.

((Sorry, muse is still in bed. X|))

[Acantha + Cowin]

Auds swiviled catching the vixens words, Her curse would lodge itself into the tiny crevises in her mind. A crooked grin followed it aswell. Her cold orbs meeting hers for the first time. Slowly her lambrums parted releasing the bitter sound of the fallen angel herself. "My curse may be of no importance but the lights will dread it all too soon, they will scream my name in terror, fear to tell their children that it was I that slayed the mother or Father, Acantha, the bitter thorn lodge in all's cold hearts." Her voice was solemn and cold dripping with the fresh venom that dripped from the ever growing fangs of the dreaded viper. Her multi-hued tassle swayed freely as a bitter glance was given to the speachless stag that stands behind the two converseing femora. "What, Baren, cat got your tounge?

[-Amulet-]

Baren stood, one leg resting upon the ground while the other three pillars bared his weight. He let the two femmes bicker it out, while he stood quietly. As Ancantha turned towards him and asked him the petty question..he sneered.
Not quite. I speak when I feel needed to be heard, and right now, you two are doing a good job of filling up the silence.
He said smartly and then looked at her with inquistive orbs. Was she seriously thinking he would fall for her trickery and lies? She would only use him until the King came, then she would go for the throne. He snorted.
The only one your impressing is yourself Anacntha..because I have been tricked before by your kind. THe kind that only goes for lust and pleasure, then sees something else and instantly drop their first game. Don't flirt with me, for I do not care.
He said angrily. He was a solitary brute, for every single vix that he had fallen for had done the same thing. What makes him think she would be any different. Growing annoyed, he didn't want to strike at her, so he turned on his haunches and began a highstepping pace away from them and to call upon the King, and peace.

[Acantha + Cowin]

Her temper flared as she turned to the stag Her nares flared and thorns flattened. "I aim to impress no one, I tell it how it is 'Baren', And I am like no other, Diffrent far from simular like the petty faes the lone stags attemptedly 'claim' their the fools that wander aimlessly around captureing a stags tainted hearts and casting them over the cliff like a lifeless being. I may be dark but I don't go around breaking every stags heart, It's pointless and un-nessicary. I'm smarter than that!" Figuring she said enough she watched him for a bit coal orbs over looking his. He intriqued her but he's have to earn her trust again. Keeping her auds on the fae she turned her back to she stayed stiff yet loose enough to dodge an un needed attack. Her tassle laid plumply upon her rear, whilst her mane belw into a frenzy.

[-Amulet-]

He stopped as he heard her words and sneered slightly to himself. So she said she was different? She would have to earn his trust and respect for him to believe that. He turned back to her and saw her back was turned. Immature..yes..but oh well..it was what she chose. He took a step closer, watching her closely. She seemed different, and he was interested in that, but he would have to know her better. He looked to the other fae and awknowledged her with a slight nod of his apex, then turned back to Ancantha.
Well..if what you say is true...then so be it. But so many have spoken those exact words before..and they've turned away. Would you Ancantha..honestly..would you accept so easily after that?
He asked softly, although his vocals were still raspy and cold. He waited for her reply, but this time he was a bit more optimistic.

[Acantha + Cowin]

Her auds caught his sound softer yet they still held their bitter touch. Running over each an every word over her tounge before answering 'Well..if what you say is true...then so be it. But so many have spoken those exact words before..and they've turned away. Would you Ancantha..honestly..would you accept so easily after that?' Her auds flinched catching any noise from the fae behind her. Her coal optics over looked his again. "I must say it has happened before a stag I fell for to quickly did the same as the fae's do to numerous stags, and I do have to agree with you that it is not that easy, I see what your trying to say, but still I have to say I am diffrent fairly so." Her words were to a smudge softer her temper lowering abit she seen what he ment and felt foolish for snapping to quickly but what was said was said and she couldn't do anytihng about it, Watching as the stag moved closer she stood her ground prepared for anything. Her auds were semi placed against her dial in antisipation of the satgs move s but she wasn't at all affraid of what he would do.