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[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Chestnut brujo stood unwaned by the fae's words.
Sure, he didn't dislike all lights. But majority of them were weak.
Just as the majority of the darks were Posers.
He hated those like that.
Chairo was a strong stag.
Physically and Mentally.
He knew what he wanted and he persued it.
He would have the herd that no others would want to go against.
He knew this.
He already had one of the larger herds around.
And it would only grow.

A toss of the dial was allowed at her words.
Ah, so who would she choose.
Hitler, okay, he could live with that.
But this unknown brute, El Loco, was different.
Yes, Chairo was openminded.
But new coming stags had tests to go through.
He didn't just give away his respect.

Well M'dear.
You want to be in the herd that is feared by all.
I plan to make the herd that is the best known and feared by all.

That was all he could say.
He knew she would probably end up with one of the others.
Simply because he was not a pure dark.
He was torn.
He had the capacity to love.
And yes, he enjoyed each of his mares.
Love he had yet to find.
But he knew it was coming.

[Necromancer]

Black beast swiftly found himself becomeing intrigued by the Lyssa did she call herself, for her words spoke much of what was on his mind..perhaps not all for he did indeed have a personal vendetta to uphold..though that was simply a means to an end as it where.

His fathomless eyes turned to look at each stag in turn, he did not discount the neutral..for in times of challenge they tended to lean one way or another and thier information had been useful to him in the past, though he personally detested the fact that refused to choose..prefering instead to stand idely by and let his brethren write history.

He had led many wars..as commander as spy..sometimes as a simple participant,it was in effect what he had been born to do..or so he had been told and readied for, it wasa furture he embraced willinging.

"The plague of darkness is suspicion amoungst ourselves..so haugty and prideful are we soildiers of night that we look down upon the each other near as much as we do our enemies..to suceed I seek to band the darkness together, the plunder divided equally amoung the participants"

[Ransom]

<sub>Inwardly he became bored, wanting to go and rein terror or do something other than this. Though you could tell nothing by looking at him, for the mask he wore 'most never was removed. The win blew with a vengence, loosing bits of ground and sending them into the air. Nares flared, catching a bit of this. Glaring at the sky, without moving his head, for a moment he brought to his next words. His goals. Voice had a cruelness, but in that there was a pleasure in what he said. A sincerity.

" lights may never take control. i intend to see to that. plans are easy enough to come up with, and i shall use them to an advantage. "

Opticals looked hard and mean, like there was a constant storm going on inside the steed. His thoughts looked to what he would accomplish this coming season. It would be satisfactory. He had two wrenches to mother them, to change them over to darqs. They were so ignorant most of the time. Also he was in the process of a steal, so you could count on one more.</sub>