WHEN YOUR MAD AT ME //

[THAYET //]

thayet.
'Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me.
Mohagony frame slinked along in the shadows, the darkness camoflaging her shiny dark pelt perfectly. The only light seen with in a mile was the light in her dark onyx pools, glittering with hate, but curiousity shone in them aswell. The minx trode lightly, knwoing what would cause others to come. Through the silence deep breaths heaved in charred lungs, in and out, exhaling carbon dioxide, taking up all the precious oxygen. Nares snorted, and onyx optics glared lightly, her talons scathing the worn path gently, mist rolling alon occasionally, the early morning mist to be exact. Thayet was an odd creature. Not light, not dark. She fit nothing, and she refused to choose.

Maybe evil was a way to describe her, maybe it wasn't. How do you describe someone that never sticks around long enough to show you only one side but the horrid one? She might of had a true heart deep down, maybe she loved, deep down, but Thayet, no he wasn't one to show affection, she was one that used everyone that came into her path, only befriending them so that she could suck them dry, and then leave them wilting, alone, never to come back. That was just the way she had turned out to be, and she probably would never change, not even a silly miracle could help her, not this time. She was far too deep in her own pity, her own ways to ever come out of it, and that was just the way she was.

Arabic femmora moved on, slinking through the darkness, the only sound was her steady, toxic breathing. She was a walking piece of work, you had to give her that. It wasn't magic, the flowers didn't wilt when she came around, animals did run, foals didn't hide. She was just another equine, though with a sharp tounge, and seducive ways. Stags especally approached her, there testosterone showing in every single step they made. Thayet played with their minds, she flirted, but other then that, she was gone in an instant, moving on, playing the latest fool that crossed her forsaken path.

Thayet's graceful bodic stopped. Her dark, onyx pools looking out over the shadows, her auditives swiviling apon her crest. Pillar came down, stomping apon the rotten greens, nares edmitting an impaient snort. Banner lashed out at her side, a few blood suckers falling to the ground as she killed them. Mug graced the ground, her ivorns pulling at the decaying blades. Not many equines could enjoy, or stand the blades, but she could. Sheliked them actually. She continued to rip open the loam, her banner swishing at her side. She would wait for company if any came her way, but she was fairly content here alone.

[Necromancer]

Weaving vines and twisted tree's, Sour streams and suffering brush, meandering eddys of fog pushed along by ever changeing currents. Such was the land trod upon by the one known as Necromancer, a place fitting for so twisted a soul, so withered a heart and yet it pleased him not.

The land was aggrivating,pestering and all to full of the wisp like apparitions of those long freed from mortal skins. Ears laced to his skull Necro trudged on, a stalking gait of one with no clear destination to mind..and yet uncapable of remaining still, at least at the moment..at least not with her following in his wake, drifting along upon the currents he left behind upon her ghostly plane.

Oh how he hated the land..and yet was drawn to it, When younger the ashen creature had often faught such urges, stubbornly changing paths, striking out for lands more peaceful, but all to often he had found himself upon another graveyard..another holocaust, another disaster, at one time he had found the Ocean..free perhaps at long last of death, staring long hours into the glaring blue until startled he found himself over the body of a mare not long dead, a squalling foal at her cooling side...The mares wispy spirit pleaded with him to take the foal..to find him safety..but the young steed wanted nothing of the spirits that talked to him and sidestepping the body he had left..moved on..ignored the waking dreams that plagued him for surely such things did not exist.

But that was then..and this was now, the ashen creature had long ago accepted the wraithlike figures that he could see and others could not, learned to filter there words..discern them from those of the living, to ignore them when other's were about for such things were unacceptable to those ungifted. Yes he could ignore the whispers of the dead and thier pleas for attention..all of them but her..her..the silver coated mother slain before his very eyes, one whom had barely known him and yet seemed unable to leave him in peace.

Go away, I've no patience for you today..

He snarled at something that was not there to any but him., sighed at an answer not ment for mortal ears and yet heard..by him, ...everyone should have time for dams..espechially dams who died at thier expense.. it was something he had heard numerous times and it failed to bother him anymore, as if sensing this particular approach would not work the long gone mare swept away..for a time at least, though he knew she would be back..when and where was never certain, but return she would and with a vengence at his briskness.

But for a moment at least he was alone, Or so he had thought. Often caught up in the dreamlike reality of the dead the ashen stag failed to notice the movements of the living and so as he steps carried him through a bush and into the sight of anther equine he halt, head thrown up in surprise at her sudden presence.