Omeya was a beauty. Thats all there was to it. She had her mothers deep red coat, matching only to those with a coat of blood. Her eyes, deep green and full of a want to spread her love to all those around her. Beside her, ran a mare and a small filly. Each, spotted with a white coat and struggling slightly to keep up with the younger mare. Ashia was the old queen of this land, Omeya had found her hiding in a bus with a newborn filly by her side. "Are you sure he's here?" Omeya asked the mare who nodded silently.
Despite her mothers wishes after he had left their lands, Omeya had followed the stallion and had hunted the lands for him. Since they had last met, all the features of a foal had turned her into a mature, stunning fae. She was a worthy addition to any herd. "Fantasma!" she called, still unable to find the stallion anywhere.
Ashia looked at her daughterm, huddling close to her side. Stories had reached her ears about the stag who had claimed her home, none of them good. She would speak to him, and leave the lands if she could with her blind daughter. She was to much like her father.
Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 27, 2010 9:38:45 GMT 8
The ebony stag heard some entering his lands and smiled eagerly as he moved forward. Already, he remembered one of the ones that was coming before even seeing her. Omeya he thought with a small smile, remembering the gorgeous fae that he had laid his love stricken eyes upon during her first meeting. As Fantasma spotted another with her and a small foal by her side. His pillars moved steadily to them, at a loose, relaxed trot. Never did he wish to frighten him, for he was not a king of hate nor evil. A heart of warmth he possessed, and he did not want them to think otherwise.
"Greetings, Omeya, fae, and filly," he said softly, bowing before the three of them. They were all beautiful, even the small filly that ran by the other fae's side. "I am Fantasma, king of Forest of Mysteries," he said, directing his comment to the mare and her foal. Omeya had met him; she knew him. She chose him. Delight bounded within his light and airy soul as he thought more closely about it.
The few that he knew loved him dearly, and he loved him. Viscous rumors had spread throughout all the lands of him being cruel, but quite the opposite was he. Nightshade stood with the two others that had agreed to join him: Quiet Whisper and Freier Geist. One of them was winged, like him. The other was fearful of most and haunted by the La'ru constantly. Now, they, all three had a safe haven to call their own.
"Hello Fantasma," Omeya said with delight, stepping forwards to step beside her new king. Maybe it was because she was young and was desprite to feel the love her mother and father shared, or maybe it was real, but she could not help the feelings that rose inside her at the sight of this handsome stallion. He had her heart, she only hoped that she had his.
Ashia arched her neck, eyeing the handsome brute before her, murmering their surrondings to her young daughter. "Excuse my daughter, sir..." she said quietly "she is blind and merely hours old." The older fae shuddered slightly, concerened and wondering why she had even agreed to follow the bonding mare. "I am...was the queen of this land and have nowhere else to go..." she murmered, more to herself then the friendly couple. Her stallion, her love, was gone from the face of this earth. Or at least from places she knew. And that blasted bird was gone as well.
Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 27, 2010 10:06:17 GMT 8
Fantasma smiled brightly to the beautiful chestnut who had stolen his heart right from his chest, even as a yearling. "It is amazing to see you again, Omeya," he stated, surprised that she had chosen to follow him. There were so many others that lived within the world. They wanted mares and love, but perhaps they were not gentle. Fantasma tried with everyone to be kind and gentle; fighting was not his interest at all. Peace was. The king touched his nose to her silken neck, nuzzling her lightly. "I have missed your presence," he added to his words, knowing deeply their sincerity.
To the other he turned, smiling slightly now, his smile disappearing altogether as he heard of the young one's ailment. "I am sorry to hear that, miss," he said sympathetically. Fantasma watched her shudder, probably at the fact that he announced that he was king. It was apparent that she already knew that. "You are welcome to stay here if you like. I will force you neither to stay nor to go. Do as you please," he said with a simple nod.
Easygoing was his temperament, and his way of life was simple. Perhaps, she would see that and stay. Perhaps, she would find this too painful and leave to find another home. Surely, she must miss her stallion. Understandable was that. It was horrible. It would have been like him losing all the faes that he loved so dearly. It would be heartbreaking.
She wanted to run with delight, dance with the wind and the rain. For she too had missed him, for that reason alone she had chosen to seek his new home. And the feelings which pushed her. "Me too..." she whispered in reply, standing still depsite her leaping heart. She couldnt leave now, no matter what he did. Her gentle eyes looked over at the mare and blind foal, awaiting an reply.
Ashia nodded slowly, processing each word and trying to see if there was anything but the truth behind them. Nothing that she could find in her quick mind. "We shall stay a while," she said finally "just so Neaki can find her feet...and then I seek Ceelena to cure her fate."
Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 29, 2010 9:39:16 GMT 8
Despite his sheer joy to have Omeya at his lands, he wondered whether he would be paid a visit. Kanchana did not seem pleased to hear about his claiming of Faoi Thionchar, even though he had left it eventually. Cadifor definitely would not like Omeya to be with him. Was he even worthy of a princess, a beautiful fae such as her? "Omeya, do they know," he asked, hope and worry in his eyes. Now, he had decided that he did not want to fight her father. Would he come to fight Fantasma now?
Fantasma was serious now, seriously concentrating on what he would do if they came to attack. First, he would explain his feelings. That would work well in some cases. In others, it made relations worse. Hopefully, the fair king of Faoi Thionchar would forgive him for doing what he did in the first place. The king did have the right to deny him of Omeya, only if he wanted. Fantasma did not want this.
"Very well," he replied to the fae. "Ceelena is no more. She has perished in battle, but her daughter, Hidden Illusion, has taken over with Immortal Flame," he said softly, trying to help the fae in any way possible. The poor young one he thought, shaking his crown in disbelief.
Omeya looked at him, her ears flickering at the sound of his voice. "They know...they might not be happy about it but they know," she said and nuzzled his side gently. "Do not worry Fantasma, father will not fight you unless you hurt me," she chuckled. "Mother says so long as I am happy here, you are a welcome guest but do not try to take her home again," she said and looked over at the filly and mare.
"Oh," the fae said, head dropping towards the ground. "I must rest, then I shall decide," she said, turning tail and trotting off towards trees to rest in the grass with her daughter.
Good he thought, not wanting anything to do with a fight. Fantasma would not mind meeting her father though. He seemed like a very nice stag already, not to have come after him. "I would never hurt you, Omeya. You, Quiet Whisper, Freier Geist, and everyone else here are my everything," he said, looking to the other fae again. The ebony Alicorn pondered whether or not she wished to stay. Angry, she had to be, for he had taken her stallion's lands. For that, he was sorry. If he had found a land that no one had ever lived in, he would have taken it.
It was terrible and huge news that Ceelena had passed, and the sound that Ashia made about it sounded like shock. It was quite a shock, but there was one there to take her place. How good of a healer she was, the world was yet to find out. Her judgment seemed much like her mother's though, and she looked just the same...the same pearly white. Fantasma guessed that all the lands were in good hands, now that Corus was gone.
Omeya smiled slightly and nudged him. "I know that silly," she told him with a giggle "just my mother, being a mother." Her deep red coat seemed to glow under the bright lights of the summer, its tone changing the hues of her short, thick pelt. Her green eyes followed the mare and foal though, worried for what they would choose and for the poor blind child.
She looked around, eyeing for the others he spoke of. "May I meet them?" she asked, wanting to meet the others she would now spend her life with. Or, she at least hoped to. "Cad é an lá go hálainn!" she giggled and pranced forth and forgot she was speaking her mothers language. "Sorry Fantasma," she said sheepishly
Post by .:Phantom:. on Nov 14, 2010 10:28:18 GMT 8
Fantasma felt bitter about somethings in the herd, like how the La'ru had taken his beautiful earth hued fae away from him and far away. There, she would be the Grim's loyal servant. To think, just weeks ago, he had asked her to be his queen. That was before everything had happened so dramatically and the wonderful chestnut princess had shown up in the mysterious forest, which seemed to be less mysterious with every day that passed. Maybe, the landscape was changing, and that would require a change of name. It had to be the immense good that he had spread in his lands; his teachings and the workings of the rest of the herd. Within a month, the old name would no longer fit.
After wandering off in thought, he brought himself back to focus on Omeya. "You know, they may visit sometime. I haven't heard from them, but they would want to know that you're okay," Fantasma said with a bright smile, hoping they would notice just how happy he was when he was around her. Hopefully, she was just as excited to be here, with him. He looked to the others, knowing they would love her shining personality and her optimistic attitude towards life. Lucidly, he walked with her, looking to all three of them. "Yes, of course," he said, nudging her on, to go and speak with them all for a moment.
As she spoke in her light, airy tongue of Irish, he could not help but grin. Always, he had loved the language and had a desire to learn like she had when she was very young. "No, no," he whispered, nuzzling her. "Don't apologize. Don't ever apologize for being who you are. Please," he said softly, with a loving expression and supportive tones. "Will you teach me?" he asked, wondering if it was some secret, something they didn't want the outside to know. If she didn't want to, that was definitely her choice; she was in no way obligated to please him.
The red hued fae giggled once more, her nose rubbing against her stallions thick pelt. "You wish to learn my parent's language?" she questioned, her small smile growing into a grin. Nothing would please her more, being able to talk the lanauge she had learned first to the one she loved the most. "I would love to," she said, turning her head slightly as the other mare and foal approached quietly, though the foal stumbled every few strides.
"Thank you Fantasma," said the older fae, coming to a halt with her daughter close behind "but we must leave, I sense something....is happening within the land and that we must be somewhere." She bowed her head slightly to the new king of her lands and turned sharply, trotting off only to remember her daughter and slow her pace, urging the filly to find her own way towards her voice. Slowly, yet surely, the spotted filly made it as well. With a final look over her shoulder, Ashia Nekana nodded goodbye to the only place that had ever felt like home.
Omeya blinked, surprised at the sudden departure of the pair. "I hope they will be okay," she murmered to Fantasma.
The king nodded, accompanying her smile with his. The tongue of her people would be a pleasure to know - it would make his knowledge greater and his mind more open. Culturally, he spoke another language already, but that was not the Irish one. "I speak Italian and this language, both," he said softly. Many years before now, he had stayed with a band of horses off of the coasts of Italy. "Mia cara, questo è come la musica, così semplice così bella. Tutte le parole sono arte," he replied, smiling a little, demonstrating. "You know, my name is Italian too. It means phantom," he whispered, his light blue eyes looking around his mysteriously changing landscape. Naturally, a twinge of his accent affected his words in this language after he had spoken in it. None other than himself knew it though, and it was magic. Turning around, he heard the voice of the older fae and decided to find out what was wrong.
Fantasma nodded to her as she parted with the herd. There would be many that wandered through them but chose not to stay. It bothered the king not. "Goodbye, Ashia Nekana and Neaki," he said with a bow of his crown before turning around to face the beautiful chestnut. "That was very abrupt, don't you agree?" he said, wondering what their possible fears could have been. Had they been afraid of fearful of him? "I wonder what they meant. Did they mean that the lands were becoming less mysterious and more like the countryside? I've definitely noticed," he mentioned. "I think I will name them Aonar Ciúnas. It means quiet alone, I believe," he said, with a smile.
Her dainty ears flickered at his unfamilar yet comforting words, it was so beautiful and pure from his kissers that it made her smile. "That was beautiful, what did you say?" she questioned quietly, green orbs flashing with brightness. Never had she been so happy as she had been here with him, everything about him drew her into the happiness she had felt no where else. Not even with her beloved mother. "That it was and I too wish to understand why they left so quickly, alas," she chuckled "I doubt we'll ever find out." She tossed her red tresses, looking up to his taller form brightly. "Aonar Ciúnas," she repeated, loving the way it simply rolled off her tounge "it's perfect."
Post by .:Phantom:. on Nov 20, 2010 11:43:03 GMT 8
Fantasma smiled his loving smile that he had shown purely from the moment he was born. Looking into her gentle gaze, he recalled his words in this translation. "It means: My dear, this is like music, so simple, so good. All words are art," the ebony king mused melodically, letting the dips in the words and rubato pattern capture the sentence. "You know, it is true. All forms of language are melodious and an art of their own, in their own way," he said, touching her lightly with a feathery wing of his. Fantasma had never been in love so much as he was with Omeya, and he noticed that he could have never achieved true happiness with the La'ru around.
The king nuzzled her as she said the name of their new, beautiful land - the one that she, Freier Geist, Hemlock, Nightshade, and Quiet Whisper all shared as one. "It is named after you, my q-," he cut himself off suddenly, not allowing the last word to come out. Fantasma had not at all meant to say it. Instead, he smiled apologetically and replaced it with 'my love'. "It is an Irish name, and the motives of the lands are becoming to overwhelm one with the splendor of the landscape. It is becoming something I had never expected when I first came," he said excitement lacing his words.
Red tresses flickered with the graceful toss of her red hued head, a smile pulling onto her shapely maw. Her heart pumped faster at his words, glad to know that he had allowed her to come and fall in love with him. Young as she was, she knew what true love was. She had grown up seeing it every day between her mother and father, the irish pair. And now, between her and this handsome stallion, she could feel his every movement and could not bare to even think about being away from him. The warmth of his bodice calmed her just as easily as his musky scent did.
Her heart, already beating to fast, froze momentarily at his unfinished word. What had he started to say? When he replaced with it other words, she could not help but sigh, wishing he had ment what he had started to say. "It is perfect, it matches the land..." she whispered instead, closing her orbs and enjoying the sun upon her red, silk pelt.