Fancy's Arrival

[Lingen ♥ ♥]

<sub>Fancy came in at a three-beat gait. Her stride shortened as she neared the land. She moved into a choppy trot and threw her cranium. Her tassel landed to the side letting her orbs take in the new view. Auds perked forward and paper thin nares took in the new scents that surrounded her. This place wasn't too bad. Pretty good actaully.


Fancy glanced over at the waves as they slammed against the sharp rocks. She shook her finely sculptured bodice, droplets flying in all directions. She wondered if other witches lay 'pon this land. Another thought popped into her mind but she pushed it away. That would be found out later. She didn't glance behind her to see if Hitler was following, she asumed he was though.


It seemed Fancy wasn't in a good mood. She'd rather be nowhere. In a land that no one could bother her in. Yes Fancy was a bitch and proud of it. she would easily snap at someone who decided to get on her nerves. A look layed 'pon her cranium that showed stay away. Oh how it made her look so pleasnet...not. A look changed into a glare as her orbs landed 'pon the rocks. It now seemed to get anoyying. Maybe it was the moods swings from being in heat. But this look would make any light want to kill themself before she did.


Fancy threw her cranium let out a loud snort and trotted away from the waves. She had no patience to listen to them. she now glanced behind her but shrugged her shoulders and shook her cranium in a sorta 'whatever' way. Her orbs scanned the land once more before letting out a high pitched scream. Most of it said stay away witches but there was something else to it...something you couldn't describe.


As Fancy moved again her aroma followed her and left a trail. How she hated being in heat. But here only once stallion could drool over her, and she figured he wouldn't do that. For he seemed the type that didn't care 'bout witches. He could be that way though for she had no trust in brutes anymore. Ever since he left.


O0c: Ahh I'm getting burnt out.</sub>

[Ransom]

[ reply coming, just have to wait for muse to return from vacation ]

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O0c: Ok xD

[Ransom]

<sub>Pillars carried him along at an easy pace, just slow enough for him to fall back behind her. He didn't need to be up there with her. He held no more responsibility than what he chose to lay upon himself. Halting in the stand of trees he watched her. My, how easily annoyed we are! he thought to himself. The mockery that had faded in his orbs returned.

When she screamed, he let out a chuckle. He was a bad dog, not coming on command. But really, had that ever stopped him before. Turning in the opposite direction, he walked around to the otherside of the cliff. Sliding down on of the edges, he didn't make a point, but avioded the sharp rocks. He was no fool, there was no glory in a little pain caused by a stupid rock. Although some thought there was, there wasn't.

Trotting briskly around the steep edges, narrowly missing falling off several times, he quickly made his way around to the front of the cliff. Leaning his weight on his haunches, he slipped down the rocky surface. He made a point of allowing his mass to sound a loud splash as he slid into the water. Righting himself, he stood knee deep in the salty liquid. Extending his boa downward, he took a drink of it.</sub>

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<sub>Fancy ignored the igorrant stallion and his chuckle. She would have told the stallion to 'Fuck off' and stop judging her. Atleast she figured he was judging her. Chestnut auds pinned as she let out a deep sigh. They remained there as she walked farther away from the stallion. If he didn't watch it she might just might pull up a fight. But she showed no signs of it.


Fancy glanced around at the dead trees. This place was rather different then her old land, and this stallion sure was different then her love. Well used to love. Fancy moved to to a rotting log that lay to the right. Her cranium was low and her tail was held high. This was her new home, atleast for right now.</sub>

[Ransom]

<sub>With a slow tread, he clambered back up the steep side of the cliff. With a final snrt, he was on top once again. It was getting to warmer, but the moist air weighed that down. Pivoting on his hind dagger, he looked out over the seas, and a sigh, some what containing sadness, escaped his clenched jaw

In restlessness, he extended a pillar, dropping it to the ground and pulling it back. He clawed at hell's roof a few more times, as if wanting to just be able to leave here at this moment. But those feeling's weren't enough. Swinging his cranium around, he looked at Fancy, opticals completely somber. Not even a hint that mockery had been there in the near past. Why, he wasn't sure, but he needed to see something. Orbs didn't contain any pleading, but the mask that so well hid his emotions had been momentarily taken away.

For that moment, he caught her eye. He looked straight into it. After several long seconds he turned his cranium back. A sudden loss of patience flooded him, and that moment that was so rare was gone once more. He snarled at the waves. There were somethings in life you couldn't beat. Like yourself... or those damned waves!</sub>

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<sub>Fancy looked at Hitler. What she saw most darks wouldn't show. She didn't know what it meant. But she knew something was there. First thing that came to her was sadness. But it disappeared after a short while. Maybe he also had mood swings. Fancy shook her dished cranium as she kept her eye on Hitler.


It seemed quiet, for neither one talked. Fancy wouldn't walk up and make a conversation though. Talking was something she did little of. This stallion was a puzzle to her. He was 98% of the time mad and the other time she couldn't figure out. Why did Fancy have to be so bad at reading feelings, only feeling she could read was fear.


Fancy figured this stallion wouldn't keep her here much longer. She showed no respect and most stallions, even darks wanted respect or power. Fancy glanced at the waves one more time before she stepped over the log and walked a few steps. She stopped her cranium looking out at the water. Her auds now perked forward and her orbs seemed far away.


O0c: Sorry, I don't make it easy for you to come up with a post.</sub>

[Ransom]

<sub>OOC: thats okay, i'll manage. she's standing near him now right?

He was strange indeed. Never expected anything from the world, never banked on any promises long since made. never. Since little was known about him, little could be assumend. They couldn't judge you rightly if they didn't know you, and he'd always perferred it that way. His thoughts switched channels and he though towards the future. Next season would be summer. Which meant foals. They were little fools, and the best way to get a light riled up was to steal his most valuable possessions. His queen and his heir. Without turning towards Fancy, he spoke to her. He didn't hiss, but instead let his voice rise to its natural place. It was icy, with dark shadows falling from it.

" You know, next season is summer. "</sub>

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<sub>Fancy looked away from the crashing water and she looked at Hitler. Yeah it was summer who cared. She guessed what he meant, but good luck with that. She didn't know though, she's been wrong many times in the past. Fancy returned her auds to her skull as she looked torwards the sky she then spoke to him.


So


She wasn't being completley rude and she figured he would now judge her as being a stupid witch, but what he or anyone elese thought made no matter to her.


O0c: A little short I'll try better next post.</sub>

[Ransom]

<sub>He didn't judge. He was just that way. He only stated opinions, or even truely believed them for that matter, if he had facts. Perhaps that is the reason he spends so much time snooping around, watching everyone. He didn't know Fancy well enough to say anything about her other than that was hard in stone fact. Pulling his thoughts back, his gaze still didn't waver from waves.

" there'll be hell to pay for what we'll pull off. but isn't that what we want? heck, just seeing their faces is worth it, hell send that it be so damned fun. "

After talking he glanced over at her, almost against his will. Catching himself, he remembered suddenly where he was and a dizzy feeling trapped his insides. She didn't understand him, not yet anyway, if she'd even stick around long enough or even want to. Turning back to the waters, he stayed still composed his breathing perhaps a little bit deeper now.</sub>

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<sub>Fancy perked her auds wondering if she heard him right. He made no sense. She tilted her cranium trying to figure it out but gave up. Did her expect her to know what he was talking about. Why is it so damn hard to read feelings? That would have maybe helped her out.


I have no idea what your talking about?


It was said in a rather nice way. But Fancy soon shook her cranium, why was she being nice. This stallion sure as hell didn't want her here or was she wrong again. Fancy looked at him waiting to see what he would say. Would he explain it to her? Or would he just say nevermind.</sub>

[Ransom]

<sub>In a sudden rush he wanted her to understand. Even Darqs needed to be understood. Turning to face her now, the mask the hid his face so often was taken down. He shook, as if completely removing it. Crown was still high but his orbs were once again sad.

" i apologize. i shan't expect you to even stick around to listen to what i say, but i shall explain anyway. i get my kicks from the misery of others- "

he paused and chuckled, at himself more than anything. That mockery that always stood with him now told a tale that said it was constantly making fun of him too.

" ever notice the importance of a foal? i suppose thats one thing, not matter how i watch, that i shall never understand. but when one is... misplace, than everyone scatters, always trying to look brave. they know darn well we have it. but the little things are so easy to change. i guess some time someone implanted in my head that we should all be like us, you and i, darq and cruel. so i see what i can get away with. "</sub>

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<sub>Fancy listened only getting half of what he said. But soon figured it out in the end. Misplaced. That seemed to be the word that stuck in her head for some odd reason. But she didnt get 'I see what I can get away with' Fancy at first thought all were darks but was soon disapointed to find the light vixens, and stallions. She then thought to his first say. Why wouldn't she stay around. She listened most the time. Even if they weren't talking to her she would still listen I suppose they call it 'eavesdropping'.


What do you mean by I see what I can get away with? And why wouldn't I stay around to listen?


Fancy expected him to answer. She also turned to face him. She sneaked lookes toward the water but waited for the answers to her questions.</sub>

[Ransom]

<sub>As she turned to him, he had an impulse to pin his ears and tell her to beat it. But he didn't. Instead, he took a long moment to look out over the waves, as if taking in their endless steady rhythm. They were like tireless workers, focussed on their job of wearing down the cliff, just as he was focussed on destroyed the Lights.

" when i was young and i lived in Running Wi-"

he already knew he had said too much. He valued that no one knew of his past. So instead of continueing with his last sentance, he let the wind around him blow a little, as he took a few short breaths and watched the waves as they continued their work.

" guess i never had someone to listen. but these foals, they are so smart, but their ignorant. someday there is going to be a fight, between the pathes. and they'll be fighting against their own. "

He just told her that simply. It was a lie, but he was an excellent liar. He had been in places where they understood, he just wasn't sure if he was trusting enough to explain everything, if he had the patience to spill out everything. No. For now he was happy and content on being a mystery, a figure out of the fog.</sub>

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<sub>Fancy only gave a slight nod saying she understood now. She turned away frome him and walked towards the water. She slid down the hill. Her hind legs slightly tucked underneath her bodice. Fancy has done this many times but in different areas. It was a thing that got easier fir her over time.


Once reaching the flat rocky ground she stopped. Loose rocks fell down onto the flat surface. She walked towards the water. She stayed away from the bigger waves. She dipped her dish cranium to the salty water. She then stepped in, letting the water surround her hocks.


She didn't look back up the hill but walked the other way. With each step her daggers left a trail in the water. But the trail would dissapear when the next wave came. He didn't answer all her questions but she wasn't in much of a mood for useless talk.</sub>