Freier Geist The young white and brown hellion/unicorn/prgusas mare floated through the sky towards where she could see Fantasma standing in one of the meadows, with another mare. She snorted. wondering if the mare was a queen. It mattered not if the mare was already.
She flew down landing quietly. "Fantasma," she said, folding her brown wings.
The ebony stag looked to the purple sky above as he heard the flapping of wings. It could be no other but Freier Geist, the beautiful fae, hued the color of earth who was coming to her new home. A light smile crossed his features as he looked into her orbs. His of sky blue looked back, dancing happily. "Freier Geist, my love," he murmured softly as he walked up to her. He had been waiting for her here. It was no fun with only one other. Fantasma nuzzled her neck lovingly as he saw her look at the other mare.
It was easy to tell what was on her mind. Many mares would wonder what position in this beautiful land they would have. "I don't have a queen, and I have not decided who will be my queen," he said softly with a sigh. It was a hard decision, and everyday he thought of who he would choose. It never came easy for any king.
Fantasma knew that both of the two mares that were living here would be good choices. How could he choose though when another fae was dwelling in this paradise that he did not know? He had to meet her, know her. He also wanted to know about Freier Geist, but he didn't know when they would find time to talk. It was so time consuming, being a king, but he couldn't possibly complain because it was the best life ever.
She smiled as she saw him coming over to him and she moved towards him as he came into her sight. There was nothing but joy in her at the moment. She was glad to have finally gotten here.
"You would not beleive how troublesome it was to get here. I ran into a lot of different lands, some of which I had to flee from as the horses there wanted to keep me." She shuddered. "But I am here now, and that is what matters."
Fantasma cringed as he heard her words of a risky passage way. He should have stayed with her until she had safely arrived. "I am sorry, my dear, that they troubled you. Not one will trouble you here without having to deal with me," he said, wanting her misery to leave, for only happiness to remain. None would take his mares from him, he had already decided. They were to be loved and cared for the rest of their lives. Hopefully, no stress would come to their hearts or mind.
"Next time we go anywhere, I will come to guide you through the back ways, where barely any ever go," he said softly, knowing he'd be coming along. "Those evil hellions would want such a beautiful mare as you to be with them," he said, knowing it was true. They were always searching for half hellions and pure hellions to steal. They took no regard to whether or not a mare was taken but not all of them. Some were good, not wanting anything to do with the ways of evil.
"I do not think many of them were expecting me to know how to deal with them, really. One look at my horn and some of them fled." She tossed her brown head, smiling at that little fact. Who would ahev thought they would flee from a mare like her?. "I think some of them did want to claim me, especially a blood chestnut stallion. A creamy though, called Thowra came along at the time, seeing as the land I was passing through bordered with his forest area and helped me find the right way."
She smiled. The creamy had been very helpful. "I think those two hellions would have been brothers or something. One evil of mind, the other as good as any other horse who does not have any hellion in them..."
Fantasma chuckled as she spoke of the two stallions that he had been in Alaknanda a couple times. "Oh yes, I've met them. Blade and Thowra," he said, mentioning their names. Almost everyone seemed to know of the infamous stag that had been causing problems in the Misty Mountains. It was a shame that he couldn't keep a mare, so Fantasma could heard. Blade seemed rather...weak really. Nevertheless, the sneaky stallion stole many's mares. "And, they are brothers," he repeated, remembering his conversation with Thowra. "Full brothers," he commented. He was stunned too when he learned of it.
"Ah I thought that would explain why Blade seemed to back off when Thowra appeared out of no where. They must have some sort of deal going on because Blade took off as soon as Thowra appeared... I wonder what."
Fantasma shook his crown and snorted. "It seems as if they have an agreement of some sort," he said, an explanatory tone taking over. Even so, they had not an alliance, he had heard. The ebony alicorn was sure that neither one was welcome in the other one's land. He didn't know if he wanted a visit from either one. They both seemed to draw trouble and start a fight when they were around each other. Sibling rivalry....it didn't ever get better than that.
"They won't be of any harm to us. I have alliances with neither," he said, not liking the sound of drama. It wasn't his thing; it wasn't what he liked to do. There were better things to do rather than get things stirred up and perhaps be killed. Getting in between two angry hellions fighting wasn't on Fantasma's 'to do' list. Nothing ever worked out when others were too curious.
"It seemed more to me that Blade seems to show a litte more respect or fear when he comes face to face with Thwora. I can tell though that Blade's been around longer, age wise but he's not as wise as the other." She snorted.
"If it came to something like that, I'd probably choose Thowra as an ally over Blade. From the glimpse I got of Thowra, I saw a lot of wisdom and kindness."
Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 12, 2010 23:11:12 GMT 8
Fantasma nodded. "As would I. I shall when this whole brotherly feud has ended," he said, promising with his orbs. His only current alliance was with Ashton, and it was not even an official one. It was one by moral, one that said that he would do what he thought was right. Ashton would remain with his principles, he knew.