-Dark Thoughts-

[-|Luc's Curse|-]

<sup>A whirlwind of dust was seen in the distance, a black figure soon apparent in the midst of it. With a torpedo like speed, the form raced along the horizon, the burning light of the sun behind him making a sharp silhouette. It was sunset, a time where normally Darks would come out to seek their prey. Sadly, during that horrible time, they had been rudely shoved back into hiding. Soon, very soon, this all would change.

Standing alert upon a hill, the sun sank lower into the loam, as if repelled by the powerful stag that tread upon the lands without permission. Sooner than expected, all light was gone. At this time, the fleeting moment of grey shades overtook the terrain, a spooky atmosphere coming in like a dark cloud. Thundering talon pounded a war beat into the earth. At this eerie moment, he came forth.
Muscles stood out on the brawny stallion, majestic were his looks, cunning were his ways. A defying scream scraped though his vocal chords, summoning all who dared call themselves Dark. They would show themselves to him or die trying to. The pitch-black demon sent out his blood-curdling cry again, vocals rasping out his commands.

“Come now, all who claim to be Darks, come! For I, the ruler of you all, shall lead the way in our great rebellion. You all shall aid me, for an idle soul is but dirty filth to be removed. Come, for your King awaits.”

Rearing in impatience, he had not all the time in the world, fores sliced neatly through the air, the night coming in on quick wings. Talons departed the skies and punched into the dark loam, weight crashing down with the pull of gravity. Dastardly thoughts poisoned the mind of he, Luc’s Curse. Muscles slid about beneath his glistening pelt, striding around the secret place.</sup>

OoC|| Rushed post, sorry!

[Acantha + Cowin]

There was nothing to do. It had been that way for a few afternoons now. Nothing. Most exciting thing that occurred was that the sun came up then it went down again. Woo. A shrill cry streaked through the silence. It was a fair distance away from her current location but she could still manage to get there in reasonable time. Although she hadn't been residing here for that long, she'd had a great deal of free time, free time she occupied with memorizing every nook and cranny of this terrain. It really doesn't sound all too thrilling but it passed the time and it did come in handy.

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 hear if any more calls were coming to her. As she'd expected, there was another, just more demanding than the first. The mare moved fourth at a trot, lifting her limbs and moving in a flashy and graceful manner. It wasn't needed, but it got the job done. Banners moved on the breeze she'd created with movement, like ebony fire. Of course, she flagged her tail as well, holding it high and snorting with every few strides or so.

Acantha began to slow her trot, not completely to a walk, just a slow-motion trot. The kings's scent was strong in her nares. She snorted once more and moved closer to him, his form materializing into view before her. Today, the skies were oddly darker than usual, a brisk breeze fluttered through, carrying more distant equine scents. Past few days, clouds had littered the skies and gave the 'scape an even more dreary fell than it already had, hiding the sun away from view. Although the stench of old blood still hung heavy on the air, the backdrop was better than it'd been in past days. Eh. Whatever. She honestly didn't care, it was just something she'd taken notice of lately out of sheer boredom.

The painted mare pulled up alongside the pond, facing the stallion. Dark and brooding eyes slid over his features before speaking. "Hello M'lord, I am Acantha, I have waited longing for this moment to be cast in your presence." she crooned, the permanent malice dripping from her tones, with the insidious little spark there as well. She'd spoken her own introduction. It was enough for starters so she didn't continue on and gave the stallion a chance to speak. Hopefully, this little encounter would prove to be fascinating, she needed some excitement around here before she resorted to counting the grass or something extremely ridiculous like that.

[-|Luc's Curse|-]

<sup>Horns stood erect ‘pon his crown, piercing raven orbs scanning across the land. Hoof beats approached him, their whisperings growing into a louder roar. A mad chuckle slipped though his lips, occuli gleaming in the faint light. Thick crest was flung into an arch, as he soon caught sight of the minx. Her patched hide, ebon and ivory, only added to her features. He remembered her. She had been but a petty little banshee at claimance, but he knew she would prove herself to be loyal.

“Ah wench. It is good to see that at least some have accurate hearing. I hope you have not forgotten my own cursing…” He snickered a bit at the thought, drawing a talon through the loam. It left an angry scar, dark and ugly. A sneer had plastered itself onto his mug, nares flaring to capture the vixen’s scent. Tight circle was drawn around her, optics sharp and hard. “Acantha…” he hissed, tones dripping maliciously. “you shall serve me well. Pray tell, where are the others I have gathered? And where has my Beta, Baron, run off to?” A fake smile hung on his lips, soon fading away after he had spoken.

Smirking, orbs flickered dangerously. They were like windows into his soul. If one looked close enough, you would be draw into their vortex. It would claim you, that darkness that invaded throughout his whole bod, it would wash over you, soak into your blood. And they you too, could become powerful. That was the essence that hung thickly in the oxygen around them.

Snorting, charred nape snuck out, harshly nipping the painted femm upon her shoulder. Ivories had struck for a vein, a small stream of crimson liquid gushing into his waiting jowls. Licking his lips, he smirked at her. “My, you do have a sweet taste, Acantha dear…” he spat, her scarlet fluid staining his orals.

Oh, how he listlessly waited for the day that he would attack the Lights. It would be the chance of a lifetime.</sup>

[Ice]

It did not take long for the peircing screech of her master to reach the mare's delicate ears - So he had arrived. And at long last, for all Ice was concerned. Ever since she had entered these lands, the only one she had met was Acantha, and even that meeting had lost it's fun when most of the suspicion and malice all strangers treated each other with was gone. As the ebon mare drank in the call, she closed her eyes - Now was the time. Immediatly, she raised herself onto her hind legs in sheer happiness, and emotion she had not felt for so very long, bellowing out a loud call of her own, letting loose her speech throughout these cursed lands...

I'm coming, master.

Straight away, hooves began beating against the hard floor, small clouds of dust surrounding her hooves, small tendrils reaching up towards her, as if to snatch her away, never to be seen again. The coming darkness cast long shadows against the floor, until everything had a dark tint to it, from the area around her, to her own dark pelt. She raced against no-one, but ran as fast as she could to where the Dark Lord stood, before slowing down to a steady trot as he came into veiw, nares heaving as she drew in as much oxygen as she could after such a run. She bowed her head, before halting before him, as a sign of respect.

"My Lord..." She uttered as she raised her head, looking him over, assesing him all the time. "My cursing is Ice. I wish only to serve you, until we have all together overthrown these lands, where the Darks shall place their mark as Kings once more, as it always should have been." She continued, staying very still now, careful not to make much movement. Now was the time she, and so many of the other Darks had waited for - The coming of a King.

[-|Luc's Curse|-]

<sup>Twin zeniths swiveled upon his crown, hearing the distant reply of another, and then the pounding of hoof beats digging into the loam. “Wonderful...” he hissed, tone frigid with cold as he turned aside from Acantha, waiting to see his other followers. The darkness of the night loomed over them, but he could still see fairly well. An ugly smile registered upon his maw, his thoughts oh so dark and deep. Occuli quickly captured the ebon wench in their globes, reeling her in. She looked him over as she spoke, her words resounding into his auds.

“Good. Very good.” he said, striding around her and looking into the distance. “You both shall work well for me…” His voice faded off as new thoughts cut into his brain. Turning abruptly to face the two maidens, he snorted.

“Tell me. Tell me of these other Dark equines I had gathered, tell me what you think of them. They will have to show soon, before I am called back to the Queen…” His very tone mocked the Light Queen’s position.</sup>

OoC\\ Drained of my muse, sorry!

[Ice]

Ice listened carefully to her masters words, drinking in the vocals as if they were pure gold. Despite the short time she had actually known him, and would to anything now to help him and his dark intentions, and she listened with rapt attention to his voice.

"Of course, sir." She said in response to his first statement, before listing once more. "I know not his name, master, but there is one bru left, although where he is now, I cannot tell you. I saw him last by the river..." Eyes fell upon Acantha. "Although if any can tell you his wearabouts, it would be her. She talked to him more than I." She said, motioning to the mare with a quick flick of her dial.

((Wow... Museless at it's finest.))

[Acantha + Cowin]

She sneered cooly to her masters words, 'Yes, indeed, I will serve you fairly well..' Her thorns twisted amongst ice's words. Her own voice starting to aim its way forth, "Yes, I did speak to the bastard las tbut he needn't speak of his where abouts, m'lord." the crismion liquid still ran fresh from her shoulder the pain that he had sent to her was pleasureable and still made the eger chill run up and down her spine. She smilled half heartedly towards her lord and approached the two with small hoof-beats. Her splattered hide shown in the everlasting rays of the moon. She snorted lightly and spoke again this time adressing the fae. " Again we meet..." her voice held the bitter tensen it always held cold and fluid like the venom of a viper. It poisioned any that bared to listen. Again she looked to her lord. " And sir Luc I am glad you think so.." followed after her vocals a sharp nip was placed upon his own shoulder as sharp as she could do but it still remained as gentle as the lust she drew to him.

ooc:// grounded so it is not as good because I am rushed!

[-|Luc's Curse|-]

<sup>A brief nod was given to the fae painted in charcoal. “Yes, that would be Bloody Baron. If he serves me well, he shall be the second in command. Although I did expect him to be here already…” Staring into the darkness that surrounded them, Luc’s pools saw no sign of any other approaching equine. A snort jetted out of his breathers, auds tilted back in annoyance. A sharp talon roughly scraped the earth beneath him. His masculine form blended quite well into the night that had been abruptly dropped upon them. Slowly, the crescent moon appeared in the starless skies, its shape thin and curved like the blade of a sword.

Silently, he listened to the two faes, sensing their bitterness between each other. It was rather trivial. They had better pull together when the time came. He needed a strong army that he could count on. Luc glanced toward them, their figures faint in the low light. Visionaries turned to the one cursed Acantha, darkened voids gazing at the blood that pooled off her shoulder from the wound he had just created. He smirked, unable to resist, and lapped hungrily at the remaining blood. No, he was not a cannibal, but he did enjoy the bittersweet taste of this scarlet fluid. It was something he craved once in a while. A ‘good’ femm was also something that was on his list, but he always had pushed it out of his mind. He had ‘enjoyed’ many numerous faes before, but none of them lasted longer than a few intimate nights. His sire had survived without a Queen, so certainly he could do the same.

He chuckled, feeling the sharp bite placed upon his muscular shoulder. Her ivories had actually succeeded in breaking though some of the skin, but only a thin line of blood appeared. The pain was hardly anything to him, so much had he trained for warfare. “I insist, call me Luc…” he hissed, rotting, rancid tones slithering out into the open to the two-toned wench. In reality, he wouldn’t mind it too much if she did indeed start calling him Luc. It was his name. But for his other faithful followers, he preferred ‘Lord’ or ‘Master’. And, this was just a game. Acantha did not seem like a keeper yet… She would have to prove herself to him. Just like any other. And if she failed the test, she could grovel at his feet like others before her had.</sup>

[Acantha + Cowin]

She sorted lightly as her lord lapped the draining liquid. Her coal orbs watching him with slight amusement. Giving a small shake to her dial she turned toward ice and gave a small nod of something she didn't know. She looked back to her king a small sinister smile still laced through her features. "Hmmm, Then Luc it shall be, master. " she nudge him harshly as her way off acceptence. Audlits swiviled freely in search of the sounds of Baron. She snorted in disgust that he kept her lord waiting. This time she let a call release for the bastard. Screaming almost for the damned feind. Looking back to her king she waltzed seldumly about him tapping him with her velvet mug. Flicking her tassle towards his bod as a slight teasing manner.

[Dreamer]

((AGH!!! I DUNNO WATS GOING ON BECUZ IVE BEEN GONE! and Im too lazy to read it all... WUZ UP? oh, I read wat u guys've been saying, but nothing more... ugh. I dunno if I still wanna be here... but oh well))

<sup>Femme snorted, her pillars pushing the empty of the world to get to the rest. Her strides long, her tail streaming behind her, alas she came upon the rest. One Two Three. Who more? Never before had she been with all, but life was, to her better than death, and so she would join the gang. She knew, for all that most would ban her, for being late to come, to neverbefore introduce herself, but, didn't they need her? Rumor, The grape vine. All she could hear was the whisper of the wind, and the sunset to guide her way toward the unlikely group. Would they accept the bay colored femme to join their group, or would she face death?
She snorted, word of her arival, or more, sound of her arrival. Hence he had heard, she would wait behind shadows, to wait fo his acceptance of her. If he wouldn't, all but leave him alone, only to 2 minions for his rebellion. If he didn't care for her, why her likewise? As if he had ignored her snorted for she had heard of nothing, whether he did or not, all but silence could be heard. Her kissers emmited but a neigh, hiding fear, hiding fright, but showing confidence in her word, that she'd come for him. To assist him in destroying those of the lights. But it held one more trait, that neigh did. Greatly, but none to great, for some might overshoot it. Trust.
He must've seen in, her rustling, and her noise. Noise/s/. Yet, he might have been expecting more of her, a stronger build, but was that her fault? Die, die, what could she do, but help him?

Yes, I have arived

Her vioce shook out of the tree, her stilt taking a step out of the depth of her surroundings, the moon((if its that time of day)) covered by a cloud, only light enough to cast a shadow to the ground, her Arabian build clearly shone in the darkness, and hence the moon came out again, the light dancing 'pon her bod, black mane cascading down her nape, once more, was her snort heard come out from her muzzle. She waited expectantly into his orbs, staring straight into his soul, mind reading, something she believed could be done.</sup>

((feh))

[-|Luc's Curse|-]

OoC|| No, please don’t leave. Luc needs his followers! xD
Muse ish gone...

<sup>The ebon painted bastard chuckled bitterly at the wretched call send out by Acantha. ”You need not bother, my dear,” he hissed. “I am afraid my patience has run out already.” Raising his dial, he glanced at Acantha, watching her circle him, velveteen prodding his bod. He smirked, occuli glinting in the night as the silken locks of her tassle cascaded o’er him. “Not now… Our games shall continue at a later time, wench…” he said, tossing his dial. “We have important matters to discuss. In fact I-” Words were cut off as a new femm appeared out of the night.

He snorted, dark gaze sweeping over her. “Welcome, you are a bit late, fair maiden… Spit your calling now, so that I may continue.” Heavy dreads were shaken out ‘pon his crest, whipcord snapping at his raven pelt.</sup>

[Dreamer]

((I wont, whats the fun of that?))

<sup>She snorted, but smirked at his words. Oh, you mustn't treat a mare that way. It is Black Rose, Luc. I be a stalker. She smirked at him, knowing that he never told his curse to her, but she knew it, she was a spier, and what if he needed one, what if he didn't? She was only good for stealth, and what was she here for, to hear, or to fight? She snorted, whispering his name back and forth in his mind... Luc, Luc... And then, she got an idea... She stared at his skull, her optics a silent icy glare at his min, and to his eyes, mind, eyes...

I can help you, I can spy... what is my profit,, though? She hoped he'd get her message, sometimes with her icy glare they'd get it, sometimes her personality, some idiots didn't get it at all...</sup>

crap hap post

[-|Luc's Curse|-]

OoC|| Will reply when I find my muse.

[-|Luc's Curse|-]

<sup>"Well then, welcome... stalker," he snickered. Ebony orbs stared into her lamps... well more like pools of darkness. Reading the secret code hidden in their depths, Luc's occuli flashed in return. They would speak of this later, for his time was soon coming to an end.

"It it nearly time for me to leave now, my faithful servants," he hissed, taking the role of leadership as easily as one could these days. "Do not expose yourselves, for the one to do so will be left for the wild creatures to feast upon. When I come again we shall talk of orders and positions to be filled. Keep your 'peace' until then."

A nasty laugh rung in his tones as he spoke of peace. What a horrid thing that was. He was the one who longed for blood, for war.

Without a call of farewell, the stud galloped off into the dawns light, returning to the Light Queen's realm.</sup>