Isn't It Ironic

[Nordance']

<sub>An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic ... don't you think


Life is Ironic. One day you're a noble prince, the next, you're mate has run off and you're back to square one. Just a typical stallion looking for some direction in your life. Life sucks. We all know it. Some of us just understand the concept more than others. Nordance does. He'd had some hard times in his life and like most equines with a bad past, he was bitter and out for revenge. Even though he was a born dark, Nordance had always been fairly civil to others. He had the dark belief, but with a neutral type of personality. He chose to lay low and let things pass him by. He didn't like to interfere with the lives of others. Leave him alone and he was perfectly fine. Now, I must admit, my poor Nordance grows lonely every once in a while. But really, who doesn't? The equine race only has one goal. To find a mate and raise a family. Thats pretty much it. Nordance had never really thought about it, though. Sure, he had a mate, but It was arranged. A perfect pair to give him the optimum power. After all, once she became his queen he would own all the dark lands in his old home. He'd be the most powerful ruler. Optimus prime. And that sounds wonderful, does it not? He thought it was great. For he had a different goal than those other equines. He wanted domination. He wanted power. Now, understand that he isn't as power hungry as he was before. He's figured everything out and come to see the light, that its not all about power. Ah, but don't forget about it. For he still has that streak in him. To Nordance, rank will always be a huge factor. It was the way he was raised. From the moment he was born his parents fretted about alliances and friendships. Of course, none of them were real friendships. They were merely working their way up to a good social status so that someday their heir would rule the darks. Ha, good luck with that. Anyways, Nordance's story starts quite a ways back. When he was born, his dam and sire already knew the vix that would be his queen. She was a beautiful femme. But they didn't care about her looks or personality. Her father ruled half the dark lands. Nordance's father ruled the other half. It was only common sense that they create an alliance and bring together the two kingdoms. Of course, Nordance didn't think this was a too shabby idea. He'd be king of all the darks! But then the impossible happened. He fell in love with his soon-to-be queen. He began showing affection for her, and she was standoffish. Why? It wasn't because Nordance was a bad stallion...it was that she was having a secret love affair with another bronc just outside the terra limits. Right before they were to inherit the lands, she ran off with him, leaving Nordance all alone. This of course caused a small war between the two states at the broken alliance, and Nordance was forced to flee. So, here he was. He ran away from his old home and found himself here in the land of Galloping Free III. But now...what will await him?

[thought that would be a nice introduction to his past...anyone is welcome to join in.]</sub>

[--> Aleya]

||[and isn't it ironic,don't you think
a little to ironic,
yeah I really do think
it's like rain on your wedding day
its the good advice you just didn't take
and who would have thought,
it figures]
;p,Going back in character now||


D a k i l y ;;
the sun,it had begun to fall,fall beneath the line which marked

the edges of the earth.soon the moon would glow in the

blackness,lighting the way to those few rebels in the world,hiding

the painful secrets from the ones that didn't have the stomach to

handle it.but those that did met it face to face,proving their

worth to the realm of equines around them.proving themselves

in a world of cowards and posers.some were robots,kind and

sickeningly perky and preppy.others killed themselves from lack

of food and water,in their pityful attempts to be 'true darks'.



layers of color had begun to stack up,the waters that lay before

bulky frame glittering with the last rays.the great saphirre canvas

had begun to darken,showing off the stars that twinkled,so tiny

up there,but as large as the sun up close.chilling zephrys had

begun to whip through the litho.pale shadows stretched long

over the sweeping canvas,mottled with the multipe sized

patches of light that filtered through both spine and spike,leaf

blade.far off a nightbird sang,weelcoming the coming of the moon,

biding farewell to the setting sun.



other than that,the night was silent.to quiet.recivers perched

upon the peak of skull tilted forth in vain,trying to pick up any

particles of sound that might ring out,nostrils flaring.she had

alone so long,alone other than those that had eventually died or

she killed.such a sad life as an orphan,an orphan since she was

a mere weanling,even to young for that.she had been

considered special for being born on the stroke of midnight new

years day,the first baby ever of the year.but then she had been

abandoned,not that her parents allowed her to do anything in

the first place.



wisps of stringy threads framed forth tilted lobes,whipcord lashed

hard against the tiny vampires that dug beneath her duo hued

frame,digging for her blood.visions danced along the horizon

line,watching,just watching,almost transfixed.her life had been

full of ugly deaths and painful truths,even the lies had hurt.

but as she watched a form appeared,lone brutis.



skull tossed harshly as pistons stiffened,plummage tossed out of

the way of opticals.the brute stood alone,like so many others

she had met in her travels,trying to excape from the horrid

past that chased her,ever where she went,no matter where she

went.silence fell,she stood unmoving.just watching and

breathing softly,now back harks against poll.

[Necromancer]

The night was a silent one, one which seemed darker then usual..stiller then usual. Barely a breeze rippled the overcast branches, even the moon seemingly fled this night shrouded as it was by menecing clouds. It was a dangerous night. A predators night.

But while some cowered this night in hopes of seeing daylight spring forth once more..others cavorted in the darkness, slinking shadows on whispered feet. The night was not as still as one was led to believe. The harrowing darkness was one which suited the black creature and so this stroll in darkness was for once quite pleaseing to the beast.

Like a living shadow the creature strode troughout the terra, silent more by habit them by effort, assassin,spy..warrior he had been many things and from each role had he forged habits so ingrained they were but second nature to him now. Ragged hooves chipped and sharp cut small furrows in the turf he passed, flicking lobes caught the sleeping breaths of cretures hidden i nthe forests underbrush but they concerned him not and he let them be..his silent walk less a hunt them all to rare self indulgence.

This land was still new to the beast and such strolls still served enough purpose for the ever plotting creaature to indulge in them..after all it was important to know the land in which one resided inside and out, a simple thing that most neglected nowadays. The beast reflected upon this saddness for a time..war was often faught by powerhungry beasts with little goals but to simply conqur all those around them..the darks were splinted by thier own suspicious natures, so much so that despite the odd victory..little progress was often made, forcing his brethren to slink about in terras not fit for rabbits let alone thriving equines.

That some professed loving such things the beast swept aside..such creatures were foolish, thinking the path to darkness that of self torture and bloody diets..utter rubish, such beast ought to be run off as much as the undecideded fence sitters and prattleing lights. Darkness was an empire a reign of solid laws and unconqurable strength..bred into the very bones of thier foals. And yet they were now weak, splintered..unfocused.

Such thoughts tumbled randomly through the ebon stags head as he walked..and while engrossed in working out a solution to this steady decay the beast could not help but find upon the wind the lingering scents of two other. And quite close by. Changing paths the shadow hued brute soon found himself emerginginto this silent gathering.

A glittering gaze fell on first one then the other, emotionless his visage remained as he studied them, eyes of fathomless depths quite obviously sizing the two up..though whatever conclusions the beast garnered he kept to himself. Settling his bodice into an unnatural stillness the beast lifted a finely sculpted head, forelock falling artfully to cover those glittering eyes so that he peered at them through a veil of ebon tresses.

"Greetings..or is this a silent meeting?"