He saw her, the pure hellion like himself. he moved towards her, only when no one else was watching did he show the real him. "I hide myself because i must for my father," he said as an explaination. That was all he said, knowing someone might hear them so he had spoken very quietly. "Prinz des Fleuers is my name."
The princess' eyes widened for an instant, as he showed his true form, before schooling it into a neutral face. "I see," She said softly, her lyrics still holding a slightly childish tone, though the same was not portrayed in her demeanor.
How apt. Prince of fire he was, she princess of the flames she was too. "You are Donovon's son, correct?" She asked curiously, horn radiating blue flames as the two retreated slightly deeper into the woods, so as not to be overheard.
He followed her into the trees a little way, knowing they would be able to speak plainly now. He let the true horse hiding in him show for good while they were there.
"I certainly am. Donovan is my sire and his queen, Blatt der Flammen is my mother." He was the first born of all the heirs Donovan would one day have. "I was sent here to listen in and then report back to Blade and Donovan. Not to mention find two fillies who have been missing a while."
Sara nodded at Prinz, her amber eyes taking in his true form. "Two fillies?" She echoed. "You mean the chestnut and the palomino?" She asked, gesturing with her horn. Amber eyes shone eagerly as she turned to Prinz once more, flicking tresses staining his onyx pelt orange.
She watched as another mare entered the clearing, her matted chestnut pelt full of scars. "And that one?" She asked, motioning to Celeste. "Did she escape too?"
A sly grin curled up at her maw. "Do you need any help bringing them back to where they belong?"
"The two my age will one day have to return, for they are wanted back in their sire's lands. Be wary, the palomino one is a horse of the ice and will not be easy to deal with. The chestnut filly though knows me, that is why I was lurking under that other disguise, if she knew I was here, the game would be over."
he chuckled darkly. "The older chestnut has no place in my home. She is free, Blade wants her not."
Sara nodded, grinning like a child with a new toy as she glanced mischievously at the young stallion. "Which one do you want to take?" She asked, orbs glowing eagerly. "And when? Should we lure them away? Or after the meeting itself?" She queried, amber gaze locking onto her prey. For she was the huntress now, and she would not rest till the prey was safely caught in the net they would weave.
"In the thick of battle we will steal them away. After the meeting, I will return to my home to tell my father and Blade of everything I have heard in the meeting. If you want, you may come with me." She would have nothing to fear from Blade, Koupa, Blatt der Flammen and Donovan. She was pure.
Feelings of anger and hatred had started to fire in Shattered's heart. Why did her mother insist on being so judgemental and rude! The beautiful white mare's lavender eyes were swirling with black, a sign that she was clearly pissed off. "I live my own life, Armada, and I do not need you to pass judgement on my decisions." The now full-grown daughter of the hellion mare stepped forward and drew herself to her full height with confidence. Though she was about fivehands shorter than her mother, she did not appear intimidated. Her now purple and black eyes were still swirling as she glared in to her mother's own white eyes.
Armada's gaze shot to Kiam as he greeted her. "Filth," she spat, instantly ignoring him. How could her daughter choose to be the queen of a non-hellion? The idea was completely disgusting to her! Tainting her good bloodlines with the likes of him. Ridiculous. "You are destroying good bloodlines that run through your body." She snorted. "One such as you should not settle for a disgusting, normal stallion such as he." Her eyes were glowing brilliantly and she looked briefly to Kiam to see his reaction. Armada hoped dearly that it would be a bad reaction, simply so she could cause bodily injury to him. The thought waas tantalizing, it made her mouth water.
Sara nodded to Prinz, her amber orbs flaming eagerly as she turned to him. "I would love to," She hissed, lust for blood shining in her eyes. Oh yes, she was looking forward to the battle very much indeed. Her tawny gaze once again traveled round the small clearing. There were quite a number here... But how many did the hellions have?
"Blade has fewer allies, but though we are less in numbers, the hellions of this world are stronger than most of these others in Thowra's side," Prinz said, noticing the question in her eyes. "He has four spies, there is my family herd which is another three, then there is himself and Koupa, his queen, also a slave with completely ruined wings. Ten all up." Prinz shook his head. He looked out at the clearing gathering. Thowra. Bel Bel. Yarraman. Sundawn. Bella. Plus many who he did not know the names of. Certainly more than Blade's side.
A white mare with glowing silver flames on her mane and tail, and pretty white wings floated down into the gathering. She was Volo, a mare of Therthis' herd. "Moonslight, Hope, Friehiet... Celeste, it is good to see you all once more," she said, unaware of the black horse in the shadows watching her. "Good to see you again as well, Volo," Friehiet said, smiling at her.
Volo smiled as she saw Celeste. "I am glad to see you all escaped from Blade, one way or another. Yes, I know of all those things that happened, I have heard much."
It was then that a huge crimson chestnut stallion with odd markings on his legs moved through the crowd to stand beside Celeste. "You should not have come to this, though I knew i would not have been able to stop you, Celeste."
Celeste jumped slightly, flicking her auds back and glancing around to see a large stallion emerging beside her. She smiled, eyes sparkling with laughter and mischief. "Indeed," She teased, moving towards the stallion to speak. "And luckily for you, I did. Or you would be going crazy with me alone for company." Her heart, no longer burdened and weary, was once again light with life and love.
"I do not think there is any more time left to wait at the moment. This group seems intent on one thing, seeing Blade fall. Though I have the feeling that when Blade and Thowra do fight, it wont just be two pure hellions. Some say that Thowra is the son of the wind god. Others say Blade is the son of the fire god. When they clash wind and fire will as well."
Bullet chuckled. "I do not think I could ever be bored, Celeste."
Sara nodded her finely-sculptured crown. "Very well, then. If we should not wait, then you should probably go back to report first? Or would you prefer to simply drive them away now?" Truth be told, the second seemed more appealing to her, though the princess was, for once, willing to let Prinz lead.
"That, indeed, will be a sight to see," She mused, flicking her tresses. "It will be a close fight, for both are aware of the other's weaknesses."
The young chestnut mare smiled shyly, eyes glowing with an indecipherable emotion. "You would know," She snorted, throwing him a teasing glance.