Forgiven to Love

[(}--{)Cacket]

Cacket walked in and snorted.She wanted to be claimed to a great herd.But would anyone take her?Her gre dappled paelt shone off the d=sun and her brown eyes twinkled.She pawed the ground and bowed to graze.As she did she pictured her self gallopig around in the clouds.Dreaming was her thing.

[Ransom]

_{i've harmed many millions
t e l l m e w h y i s h o u l d s p a r e y o u}

<sub>A low hiss escaped from the darkness. He stood there, silent, completely hidden by the shadows. A long, dark pillar extended out from the deep shadows, pulling him slowly, stealthly to the light. Hitler's opticals looked like two ice bergs. They were calm, but there was a vengence. How he did enjoy captives.

At this point in time, he did not intend to try and take her captive or anything of that matter. He was new to this land, arriving only today. The brute must make his presence be known. Fear always started with a small flame, like a wildfire, but as soon as you lit one grass, they all took up the flames. Same w as it with fear.

" hello, puppet. "</sub>

i shan't wait to ask
y o u r m i n e

[~♥Dakota♥~]

Smoke and moon washed colored pelt gleamed in the sun as he cantered along easily. His soft orbs glistened. He had one blue pool, and the other was green. It was a strange sight.

As he cantered, a soft imprint was left where his dagger had collided with the earth. He loved the sound it make, and quickened his pace. His banner waved behind him like a flag, wanting all to see. He wasn't much of the show off type, so he didn't look snobbish.

His optics spied a figure on the horizon. He came closer, when a stag beat him. Dakota slid to a stop to avoid crashing. He stopped in time, and walked forward to the fae. He dipped his head to the stud first, and then bowed to the flicka.
'Lo, m'dear. I be Dakota. Might I have the knowledge of your calling?
His voice was soft and calming. Like ocean waves as they danced across the beach.

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[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Elegant red gold stag stood into the backdrops. His mind naught upon the lands he dwelled. He was one to ponder. Anything and everything. Right now it was upon these lands, the universe.

It was so big, how could it be so big and hold only us living? His thoughts were interupted as his auds flickred taking in the sight of a dappled femme standing, and a brute approaching. He was not an arrogant one. But yes, ammusement flickered across his defined freatures.

The first stag was an ammusing one, yes, in his attempt to be cool. But the second was even more to Chairo's ammusement. A colten one, it was obvious. He was content to watch for that moment. But being naught around equines for so long, his mind began to interveen. He had been alone for so long, it would be nice to vie for a companion.

His peds were lifted by the muscles running along his haunches and shoulders. Well conditioned his muscles were, from hiking through the desert the last many years.

He approached slowly, his cranum low, and swinging, allowing the tense muscles in his back to relax and stretch themselves. The tendrils pressing upon his peds were comforting, but different. Of course, so different from the golden red hot sands of the desert.

M'lady, i am called Chairo. May i ask your own?

Yes, a rusty voice he had. But what could you expect from a stag that had not used his vocals in upwards of 3 years? A small bob of his head was sent to the other stags, a small agknowlegement.

His tresses were picked up with a small zephyr, seemingly flirting with that of the breeze. His cocoas sparkled with amusement at the small breeze upon his neck.

(wow, suckeh, sorry.)

[Ransom]

_{one's only invinsible enemy
i s h i m s e l f}

<sub>His calm demiener was maintained as two others appraoched. Hitler knew the time and place when he saw it. The respect he had for lights was shallow. He silence was uninterrupted, he stood, cold liquid pools observing from the shadows. He did not shake the dust from his pelt. Not even a thought occured to him of critizing the stag from his lack of control. A flame ignited in him, and a small smirk barely distiguishable, even if you had been standing right next to him, played across his dark features.

Quiet as a mouse, the saying was, he moved through those shadows so he was at an angle to the back of the wrench. He was not visible. He just stood there. If there was an opportune moment, he should take it. But instead he layed back, and relaxed. The claiming process of lights always amused him. Hitler knew his presence would soon be forgotton, only the fae might remember the hiss. But the stags would become to focussed on impressing the puppet to care if he had been there at all.

He was not scared, never scared. Lights where the least intimidating creatures in the world, he had learned. They had a quick temper, and a sense of loyalty that made him laugh plain out at times. But through all of that, he realized that their ways were they're own. And on top of that, if they all came to their senses and joined the dark alliance, who would there be a dispise?

Observing was a skill. That was how Hitler came to know about lights. Other of his kind were just in it to kill, but it was really an art. You can't out wit someone if you don't understand them. Take their idea that wrenches needed protection. Few. They only needed that because they had been so well gaureded all there life. Now, if they hadn't been so sheltered, they wouldn't be scared of a fight. Even those few who weren't scared, still let the stags fight for them because they felt that their brutes needed that up on the morale scale. An idea popped into his hot head. Perhaps he'd get to fight one today, even.

Quietly, a silence was over the land, and Hitler continued his observing from the shadows. His concept would remain that you must understand to defeat. Never was he scared of a fight, nor that of a challenge. He simply knew when was the right time and when was not.</sub>

_{Life is a skill none can master
u n l e s s y o u a r e i t}

[(}--{)Cacket]

Cacket turned her head and smiled to the stallions that came to her.
Hello Dakota and Chairo,my name is Cacket.And Im here to join a herd.As Iam im a light.And so any of you care to talk to me about joining a herd?Cacket said kindly in a soft voice.She waited for the stallions to answer.

[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Elegant black head arose from the tenders beneath his feet. Oh, a light fae. He would be interested in having the fae join him. He needed atleast one fae to get his own lands, and so far he had only been courting.

Of course M'dear, you can join me. I have no fae's therefor i have no terra of my own, but i am courting several faes, and plan on getting a terra as soon as i can.

Stags mug was extended to the fae, blowing the capacity of his lungs slowly out through his nares.

[(}--{)Cacket]

Cacket starred at his beauty and grace.She was over joyed when she hesrd him say the words.Her back legs pranced around gracfully.
Oh thank you!Umm...I would love to untill you get your lands.
Cacket said bettween breaths of happines.She bowed down to pick up a mouthfull of grase.As she chewed she tossed her head around wich was like a dish face from her arabian bloodlines.

[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

The stag nickered softly to his newly aquired femme, nudging her softly towards the meeting grounds.....

((can u start a post))

[(}--{)Cacket]

Cacket nudged him back and whinned.

((I suck at the first to post.........))

[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

((its kk, its temp, im claiming Golden Plains, so its just till they accept/reject)) hopefully accept!!!