J.ust like you need me...

[lyssa]

<sub>T.aste that silence...

God it was unbearable. That brutish desire to throw ones self at the blundering ideots around her was welling up in her piebald chest. She took huge,greedy breaths to calm herself as she waited in the shadows. Even the air was soiled by them. Her mocha pools dropped to the ground as she contemplated whether or not to sample the emerald carpet...unless their light allied lips had contaminated the whole arena. An annoyed snort left the beauty's paperthins as she drew her attention back to the realm around her. She looked like a hunched gargoyle as she huddled underneath a gnarled tree that looked like it was about to pluck an unknowing equine with its cracked fingers at any second.

A minor stamp with her left dagger left her tattoo into the flooring as she pondered whether or not to parade herself around in a big exabition to get attention. She could easily do it, and her body was blood and dirt free currently so she would get at least two offers. But seriously, to drag her carcass all the way near to...them would only get her hot and bothered and now was not a time to get herself into a fight. She was here to find someone who could offer her a decent home that she could improve and take to greatness. Not a soppy light hearted stallion to knock her up with love.

A sarcastic grin leapt onto her well carved features, as the gypsy cob shifted her weight. The best stallions would ignore the pathetic flimsy females that were in the middle of the area...they would look around the edges, and if there was one worth finding her. They would. And so she decided to wait a bit longer before making her entrance. She certainly did not want to get the wrong kind of attention. She could handle meeting a netural stallion...but a light. Never.

She arched her nape into an arabic like fashion as she stood at her full heigh of 15.3hh. Sunlight attempted to caress her pelt but she had draped herself so well in shadow that it could not pierce the dark blanekt. She was safe in her shell for a while longer. Now, who is coming to play?

J.ust like you need me...</sub>

[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Solar globe was beginning to play hide and go seak beneath the foliage.
The darkness eyes storming above the horrizontal barrier.
A sight to see it was. Seemingly having a war between themselves.
Upon the biome, many pathetic stags were arguing over faes that were petty.
They themselves therefor became petty.
So far, only one stag had he met that he approved of.
Hitler.
Ah, an alliance would come soon i assure you.

Bloodied hued arab stood upon the crest of the realm.
His auduals flickering softly at the noises encasing his elegant frame.
Paperthins would quiver momentarily, allowing his bod to take in the scents of newcomers.
Very few that dwelled at the moment were to his liking.
Drama queens were some.
Idiots the other shall be.

His nares caught the scent of a barbarus (female foreigner in latin).
His jukeboxes flickering to find the faes noise.
Her bod elipted no noise, but was soon found by his soiled occtives.
Ah, a different one she was.
Though an arab like himself.

He contemplated.
To go and greet, or not to go and greet.
His flints soon stepped forward, bringing him towards the fae, but not to the fae.
Arched boa was lowered as his frame shook slightly in a trumpeting whinny.

He stood back, shadows encasing his still form.
How would the vixen answer?

H E ' L L ^be your E G Y P T I A N _Pharoah

[Necromancer]

It was not like the beast to linger in such a place, to trod openly throughout the wide expanse so saturated with the longful hoping of both mare and stal alike was simply morethen the ebon creature could endure. Or perhaps..more then he wished to deal with.

So it was that his ragged onyx hooves..kept ragged for and chipped just so for a reason that lurked deep within his plotting mind for sure..fore there was very little about the shadowed brute that was not done without reason, lurked amoughst the terra's edge, gliding softly through shadows that seemed almost to reach for his gliding form..as though caressing the hide of a favored friend.

Nary a sound announced his passing, even the ravens let him past unheralded, Assassin, leader, warrior..all things had he been at one time or another..and silence was his most favorite toy of all.

Why he lingered was unknown, though within the swirling depths of his mind he knew what he sought..others like him, beasts who shunned the foolish and all to naive views upon which those of gentler pursassian flaunted, perhaps he would find some..perhaps not..in the long run it hardly mattered.

Within the shaded treeline he spotted another lurking midst the brambles..and observed by yet a second, silent he edged closer, midnight hide wrapped now in the loving embrace of the shadows grasping tendrils, a gentle breeze lifted forth the threads which decorated his neck like the crown of a king, and yet thier flowing wavers in sharp contrast to the statuelike stillness of the beast as he stood silently watching, made him seem ever more etheral.

The wavering tendrils of mane would attract attention he knew..eventually if one was ovservant, motion always did..and he waited for those he watched to find him, fathomless eyes critiqueing the femme and stag before him, tapered muzzle flaring softly to catch thier scents upon the breeze.

Did he wait because he feared them? not in the least..and it would be foolish of them to think so..no the Shadowed lord stood still in testing..for those who did not notice one so close would be of little intrest to the likes of he.

[lyssa]

<sub>T.aste that tension...

Blending in with the shadows was always a difficult task for LYSSA. It worked about just as well as a cow camouflaging itself in a green field. The dark ebony patches of her ,which made up the majority of her body, easily enshrouded themselves within the comfort of the gloom. However the protesting ivory peltage would always shine out letting others know she was there. Luckily she was not the shy type.

A light chuckle left her velvety labrums as she watched the crowds in their market day antics. Mares were selling and the stallions were eagerly picking them up without even checking what they were taking. All it took was a pretty face. She was mostly lucky in that department, but it was her brain that she valued the most and others should too. It made her all rather nacious at the thoughts of the stupidity of her race. Well, she could not judge too hasty…not all of them were as ignorant as the lights. Just the majority. And should they get near her she would let them know that without a thought.

Her bulky pillars moved herself a step out from under the tree she had claimed as she allowed her watchers to spy on the others. She was just beginning to think all of the stallions were as empty headed as the mares when her satellites picked up a noise near by. Her breath left her paperthins calmly as she turned her attention to find the owner of this “noise”. Ah yes, she had been expecting him. Well not him personally, but someone just like him. Proud crown of the fatale was titled sideways as she let her eyes photograph his figure for future reference.
And too, his stench crept into her nares as he drew closer. Come on, just a few steps more. I won’t bite...

The bold clarion of the stranger was rather intrusive within her harks, and yet she had been expecting it. And so it began. They both knew why they were there…they just had to deicde whether or not it was going to go anywhere. A simply introduction from him would do the trick. Oh don’t let him have a stupid name like…charger, or savior, or knight. Her smirk remained as she drew a bold step forward, orbs of hazel connecting with his own in a confident fashion. She had nothing to fear of him so why waste time shying away. Who was he.

You are?

In the corner of her eyes she saw another shadow moving, someone else had come. She had predicted at least to and she was right as usual. However she had not time to wait for the other to grow confidence. If he had any idea of the asset she would be to his harem and his rule if he obtained her then he would come forward. She was not just a pretty face, her strength and intelligence could help their lands grow. She would wait and see if the watcher had enough confidence to try for the prize…because he would be kicking himself later if he passed it up. There is only one chance.

J.ust like you need me...</sub>

[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Solar beams were shredding the leaves of the trees. Leaving shadows as if they were shattered glass. Ah, and yes. The little mares and stupid stags running around. You can always tell a stag by his mares. And vice versa. Chairo watched in disgust as a young fae trotted off with a stag, after he told her his name. Disgusting twas it indeed.

Bloodied pelt rippled slightly as the muscles shivered in the urge to move forward. A few steps and he would be within distance for the mare to know his scent, in touching distance. His appendages moved softly, rustling with the fallen paper beneath his flints.

Her voice was arrogant. A hint of devil glinting upon her lyricals. His listeners were alerted, and his dial was tossed lightly. He listened plainly to the hate, dripping from her tongue, like chocolate over heated in the noonday solar. Ivorns reached below, ripping the loam off of its soiled base. Once his dial was upon its active level once more. His kissers parted, allowing syllables to emerge.

Chairo. Und you?

His rusty voice remained in place. His fault twas it not. Seraphs tilted as the soft rustling came from shadows not far from their positionaries. Arched dial shook softly, allowing the red tendrils to fall into his face. What now?

[Necromancer]

A smirk twisted within his mind at the mares question to the other, and yet she had indeed noticed him, the test was passed and so forth he came, The shadows relinquished his form almost sadly melting back from whence they came. Steadily foreward did he come..bold with flowing strides that seemed more akin to predator then prey as his species was so designated.

Ebon locks fell from the winds grasp to taper slowly down his crested ridge, He glanced at the other stag, slight nod given and no more, no emotion crossed his face nor flickered in his murky eyes and yet within thier swirling depts one could find a spark of cunning and intelligence not often found.

Hide rippled slightly as he came to rest in lazy fashion, hind hoof cocked at rest, and yet one got the impression such a relaxed pose was but a facade, that the beast awaited those foolish enough to believe such trickery with the hovering alertness of one whom often played such games of deception.

His voice when spoke was deep and baritone, one which carried far when wished..and lay concealed when needed, Though the question had not been placed to him the Dark beast would answer it.

"I have many names..though the one most common heard is EL Loco"

[lyssa]

<sub>The tinted demoness shook her pearly forelock out of her visionaries so she could get a better view of the stranger before her. The first rays of sun were now able to trickle over her peltage as she had stept out of the shadowy veil from the foliage around her. The warmth rolled over her and began to adjust her temperature. The day was fine, a little too fine for her liking. She preferred it with an extra edge of chill that would run down her spine and shock her senses.

Her sharp eyes grabbed at the figure before her as he announced his name. Unusual indeed. She maintained a firm grip of him, and realised he was not quite as forceful as the darker stallions that she normally dealt with. This did not change much, she could bear neutrals. They often had good heads apon their shoulders. Perhaps he was the same. But as of yet he had not shown much of his persona, same as herself .
Just as she was about to let her banshee call ring out to be caught by his auds, the other duke sprang to life and began making his way towards them. Hmm. What did he have to say.
She diverted her poised attention towards him momentarily to catch his name. He had a more dominant stance and the flicker within his globes told a lot more than his silence. She grinned at the pair, El loco was it. Hmm.

She would hold her tongue no more, and her sudden voice was a sharp as a knife cutting through the atmosphere around the trio. Something would begin the in the next few minutes. It was down to them what it was.


Chairo,El Loco…they call me Lyssa. Now, to cut to the point, we all know why we are here. I’m presuming neither will want to fight over little me, so what do you both have to offer If I decide to join you and your herds?</sub>

[Necromancer]

Loco regarded the mare with a lazy look,forelock swept somewhat rogueshly across his forehead..though this was in no way something planned, merely the result of a passing wind.His tail flicked once and then no more, his bodice returning to that of unnatural stillness, a statue like quality that spoke of near infinate patience.

An odd quality no doubt in the dark ranks, but all hunters must be patient..and he had learned such early on, precises strikes in precise moments oft were more valuble then simple brute force, a swift strike with a level head had garnered him more victoris then brutishly running amok as so many did these days..there was no artistry to thier duels and that the black creature thought was truly a shame. War was an artform.

The mare spoke suddenly, her vocals of razor like quality, the dark lord would chuckle ..if he was the sort to do so, Mares so materialistic in thier wishes..a home, land..silly acres which tied one down and simply gave the enemy a place to target..but of course such things were expected, when not expecting to remain in one land to long the Black beast generally found himself roving amoungst the dark herds, welcomed by most as another protector until the time came to move forth and onwards..but here he expected his quarry would attempt to go to ground once more and thusly an longer stay was required, perhaps a permanat one, wouldn't that be lovely?

If such was the case then land must be aquired, allies made and all else that garnering a dark plague upon this pitiful land would require, but as yet what did he have to offer the mare?

"Nothing"

It was precisely what he had,and his words were frank, the fathomless depths of his eyes quite plainly spoke the truth and after a moments pause the beast spoke once more.

"Everything"

For such was his plans and such was the future, that while nothing was avalible at the moment...everything would be in time. The beast did not dweel upon the possibilities of failure, for so thought out was his actions that rarely had he found himself on such a road.

[Ransom]

<sub>Having been in hearing range, all of their words were caught in his auditives. Seeing as to were he had an advantage, even one so slight, he slid into his place. With a stiff nod to the other stags he looked towards the vixen. No, he wasn't one who stayed bottled up and only came out if he thought he could win. Just one who knew an opportunity. Never scared of losing, because that was a fact of life. Just another one of those things you couldn't beat down with a mischevious grin and a hard kick. Man, this list was beginning to get long. Dropping his head in, as to show he was not as self centered as he may seem, coming in so late, a hiss escaped his clenched ivories.

" what is it you want, Lyssa? a home? that i have; its cursed storm cliff. protection? i'm seeming to think that one like yourself would just rather someone to partner with in crime, though one never knows. food and drink? that is a must. love? well, miss, if you want it i got it. "</sub>

[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Cocoas focused upon the fae.
Nodding stiffely to the other stag.
He did not do well with Foreigners.
He himself Dealt just with Hitler.
Dark, he was.
Ally, he was.
Snort was let forth.
The mares words were amusing.
As where the other stags.
Amusement flirted with his features.



What did he have to offer?
Nothing that many others couldn't give.
He wouldn't lie.
He wasn't a stag that would give his Queenship position away to a mare to get her to join him.
Oh no, no no.
That was not his ways at all.



Pouncing upon the topic, his maw opened, words cascading.



Well, I have nothing to offer than any other Nuetral Stag would have.



Sure, he could mention his king position, his fine mares.
He had lots to offer.
But none would matter to her.
He could tell by the glint in her opps.

H E ' L L ^be your E G Y P T I A N _Pharoah

[lyssa]

<sub>The wench was not looking at this in an emotional way but rather as a business proposal. She had things to offer as did they. She was not going to go to the most striking stallion or the one that could promise her love and affection. She once had her mother for that. No, she was independent however everyone needs a home. Roaming gets boring after a while once you realise that equines are generally the same wherever you drag yourself. Lands blurr into one and you realise that time is fading away. And for her, it was time to settle.

Her globes snatched the figure of a third stallion; she was doing well today. Nothing she had not expected because as stupid as some stallions could be , they seemed to be able to sense a good target every now and again. And she was a good target. They did not know it yet, but one of them would.

The words of El Loco were slightly to enigmatic for her liking. She was not the average “get me pregnant, keep me safe” mare, she had wits and would help them gain domination. She offered insight and tactics though she may not seem it from her well bred bodice.

I am not after Love, nor food, nor a position because I will get that myself either by fighting or proving my worth. I’m seeking someone with a goal who will accept my advice and give me a home. That is all.

Cracked lyrics left the beauty as she addressed the whole group. She would give them a last chance before she made her decision and it became final who got her help and guidance.</sub>

[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Cocoa lamps took in the form of the new one.
Ah, so Hitler had finally caught up with the rest of them.
Amusement passed over his features as a small sound was made in greeting to his dearest friend.
There was a story there, I can assure you.
For not often do you find a dark and a neutral as bestest buds.
But Hitler and Chairo were out of the norm.
That’s for sure.



Arched boa was dropped slightly.
Ivorns tearing at the earthens flesh, filling his desire.
Listeners took in everything the fae was saying.
And once she stopped, he waited a moment before glancing at Hitler, smirks crossing over his features.



Well, my goal is to have the most powerful neutral herd in the lands. And I shall achieve it.



That wasn't all.
But his goals were not all shared with the General Public.
Another glance was shot to Hitler.
To see how he would react to the marens question.
Ah, so difficult.

[Ransom]

<sub>Orbs narrowed to slits, as if suddenly changing his mind. perhaps he had observed wrong. His gaze was clearly not a glare, but he was justh honestly trying to figure her out now. She seemed awful up to par with her emotions and what she wanted to done and get done. Interesting. Opticals reopened and he gave her an approving gaze, although it could be misleading, considering his pinned ears and the "don't fuck with me" that was printed all over him.

" intersting desires, wrench. "

he commented. So far he had neither gaurenteed nor declined that he could give her what she wanted. He contemplated this. Well, he could listen, he supposed. As for a goal; that was a different story. His only goal was to make the lives about him miserable, and he wasn't sure that at this point she was thinking the same thing. So instead of laughing in her face and parading away, which was a most obvious option, he inquired in his deep drawl, the one which mockery always pinched

" what art thou goals? "

he knew that Chairo had looked at him, and though his gaze didn't waver from the puppet before them, the side of his mouth quirked up in one of his rare smiles. There was nothing un-darq about having allies. Only a fool should think so. Damn it if they aren't loyal, and all you have to do is be there for them.</sub>

[Necromancer]

The mares words rang through the air like hammerfalls fore her response the beast knew was what the surrounding stags awaited, The ebon brute too was listening for her answer..though not for such a fleeting thing as lust..yes the mare was good looking but the black creature sought more..allies..then love.

Rising his head slightly at the mares words..the ebon beast smiled inwardly..he was not surprised for he had come across dames with as much drive as stags many a time..an elder mare name Bix flitted briefly through his mind..that one had been quite cunning.

"Wise words"

Shifting weight the assassin regarded the mare more openly, letting go his facade of laziness as her found himself surrounded by it looked at least a few of like minded beasts.

"Tell me painted mare..does it seem to you right that the wretched prancing beasts hold in thier grasps the lands more suitable to raising strong beasts? More fitting I believe that such lands be held by the stronger amoung us"

Always had it bothered the beast that those like him slunk through the shadows or lived in squalor etching out a living in lands of wilting grass and scummy waters. No such things must be brought to an end...and the beast planned to be an agent to this turning.

[lyssa]

<sub>L Y S S A was glad to hear that Cahiro was determined. She had no time for those that could not make up their mind, or were aimless. This was something that neutrals had been famous for and had often been branded as the fickle so it was good to see he was not of these group.
The second stallions words, delivered with a poisionous glance she noted, reminded her she still did not know of his dubbance. But right now that did not matter, for he was just participating in the conversation…not offering anything. However she was in no rush and did not mind spending breaths on answering the stranger’s question.

Goals? To be part of the herd that is known and feared by all…And be part of the downfall of the weak and pathetic lights.

She said this as though she were throwing the words from her kissers and her facial expression resembled that of someone eating a lemon. The lights had haunted her childhood to much, and in time she would wreak havoc on those who followed this alliance.

A simmering smile wove itself on her mask as she looked between the three. If any of them were looking for a useless witch that would agree with everything and give him a foal every year then they were looking at the wrong fae. She would be an active member…and she would voice her tactics and planning. She was working out plots at that very moment.

Those “prancing beasts” should enjoy their time in the sun while they still can. Once the herds begin to swell and order reigns then their time is up. I’ll make sure of it.

As for alliances, they are a sign of strength. What better way to defeat ones enemies than to join with other likeminded. She would advice whatever stallion she went with to bridge out through bribary or common goals to other strong stallions. Because allies means strength and strength means power.</sub>