L I V I N G, whats the P O I N T

[R.ciaco]

:†: Daggers hit the flooring with dangerous clicking sounds. Paper-thins flared with each step taken, all scents flowing into the demons' sense of smell. Tassels swept at the street as the demon moved along the road. A hellion, it's what he was. No home, not even allies. Only enemies. Dial raised toward the heavens as paper-thins flared once more. Were any of his enemies there? Was he alone? The demon did not know. Radars swiveled atop blackened crown as the homeless hellion' long limbs pushed him forward. Muscles bunched as quick reflex when the wind knocked an croked brnach against another.Dial whipped toward the tree once run by those d**nable sprites and faeries of the heavens light. They were so ignorant those two-legged's. Reddened optics stared around the street so dubbed Haunted Canyon, or so he had heard. The demon pressed on through the once human run lands. The dangerous clicking thundered in the silence, cracking it with a cavern to hell. The demon let his long limbs push him faster, moving down the street, flag flying wildly behind his elegantly arching crest and tassel licking at his hindquarters. Daggers pounded against the street as the demon moved away from where he had previously been. Coming to a sudden halt, the spawn looked around. Nothing, not a single thing other than the human ruins. What was left of their former society on the land he occupied. The demon stood stock still, paper-thins flaring, optics gazing about, radars mimicking his straight posture. Still alone, the dark hellion relaxed his muscles, and continued down the street at a slow walk. Would he be alone for much longer? He doubted it. :†:

[kat]

|And i
Have the feeling
You dont understand...
i'm not in love with you|

The mare rarely was caught outside her domain, but when alone, she decided to make a small detour on the way to the light lands. It was even rarer for her to find a stallion suitable to talk to, or in her opinion. She had killed the only one who loved her, and she really never planned to let another live on her lands.

Crossing his path, she took in the equines sent. Deffinatly a stallion. Turning, she looked the male over, as if waiting to see if he were worthy enough to talk to. Morning, hellion. What is a stallion doing out of his domain? She said. She always had treated stallions like they treated mares. Like little puppets, strung onto a line of life.

|And i
Have the feeling
You dont understand
i'm not in love with you...|

[R.ciaco]

<----------- Reappearing is easy as said then done---------->

His harks swiveled and pinned hearing the taunting voice of the Queen of his faith.Curving his boa, his white orbs caught the glimspe ofher and he stated,
Same reason you are, bored as hell with the life I was given.
A small snicker came forth as he faced her completely, his muscled frame making him appear alot thicker than her ofcourse.He towered over he, but that didnt detour her attitude from him.he knew she had a colt that was a hellion to deal with and she knew that the King was murdered by her.A confrontation was somethin he loved to do.With a slight cruel smile he answered her secondary,
How did you say the King died again?

<-------I can disappear this fast--------->

[kat]

|Murder
she wrote|

The mare gave a smirk. My life is anything but Hell. The mare stated, snapping at the stallion. Watching him turn, she studied the males frame. A large stallion he was...Indeed, this was true. Indigo shook the sudden thoughts of the male from her mind and looked over to him.

Some cold hearted mare murdered the weakling. She stated, her smile growing larger. This, this was something she enjoyed the most. Taking claim to his dead corpse as it lied there. Some cold hearted...mare... She repeated, as if rubbing in the fact he was murdered by the feminine hoof.

|Death
he cried|

[R.ciaco]

A substantial chuckle mitted once again saying,
Finally a fae that can stand up for herself.But, some would think it would have been you.They say you hated seeing another above you in power.
Mind games would have been fun to play with this wench, but he was no fool in those playings.He snorted, watching the mucus that shot out of his paper-thins cover the delicate flowers tht thrived in the harshness of the shadows that prevailed on this path.Letting his crania drift skyward, he realized the darkness was growin stronger in appearence.The sun, its rays and coloration appeared to be in a dying excistance, but no, it was merely disappearing for a short amount of time.Lights, the word was a disgrace just saying it.He curled his lip and sneered at the mere thought.

[kat]

The mare gave a smirk. Ah, the few that knew were starting to spread the truth. And some are right. She stated with a smile, looking around and giving a small distant cackle. She wanted everyone to know how the King fell from his power...As long as they tried not to plan a mutiny. She didn't want to waste any time trying to kill off worthless little twerps when they could be under her rule.

[R.ciaco]

She was proud of it, he thought.And she of course knew better than to let some of the few equines under her rule to start there own war under her power.She needed more protectors, more spies ,and puppets to be chained to power.A thoughtful expression came upon his maw as he said thoughtfully,
You have a son, I suppose?He must need body guards to be protected as oyu no some of the lights or other faiths of this hellish place are going to eventually going to make a plan to kill him.
He needed a place to stay and a ting to occupy his status right now.Being one of the few Hellions of the other land beside the Queens living space made him only so much powerful.

[kat]

The mare gave a smile. He is soon to be three years of age. Protectors are not needed. She stated, seeing as she got the stallions hint. Though members of my herd are in great desire. Care to come back and 'protect' my son? She asked, acually hoping the stallin would say yes. She couldn't afford to loose her only heir, for it was the only of her blood.

[R.ciaco]

Lies, she lived on them, that and torture.She may not think it now, but of course thats what happened when you didnt know your entire self.You become insecure and hopeless, letting your own path in life be overtaken from the point that there sno return.Well thats what he thought, and if you have another proposition for that theory, then go ahead and criticize his opion.Protectors were not exactly the word he wanted but he word deal with the colt later on.He sneered and said,
I suppose, I have nothing better to do.

[kat]

[Want me to make a thread there?]

[R.ciaco]

{Sure}