"I have seen much on my wanderings to here. Not to mention heard several things." He smiled. "It is best that Blade and Donovan learn of the way that Hope and Friehiet will find themselves back in Misty Mountains. Time is against us, and Blade will need to know what I have learnt here. You may come with me, if you like." Prinz shook his head as he thought for a moment. "I am going now, to let my father know as well as my king. Though Blade cannot hurt me, there are others he can hurt so I must report back to him."
"I still do not want you to fight, Celeste," Crimson Bullet replied. She was too important to him. Though he was yet to ask her of the thing he wanted to, she would learn of it when the right time came really. She was still recovering from all the things that Blade had done to her, which was the reason why he would be in this fight.
"None of you have to fight, my freinds, unless Blade does something that is not in our agreement." Thowra spoke carefully, not wanting to make anyone angry at all. "You are allowed to come to Bimbisaar, but unless others try to kill me, other than Blade, I will fight alone. Should anyone try and attack me though, I am more than happy for you all to help."
A beautiful light red fae stood upon a ridge, looking down at the gathering below. Silent daggers clambered down, to stand upon the level ground. The dark eyes probed the herd, finding the one she had been searching for before her voyage. Small, storm hued daggers walked easily, as new found muscles rippled in slow motion. There was a specific reason for such a filly to have come to a place of meeting. Technically, she was allowed, for this was a place for all. Certain others would not be thrilled that she had come, though.
"Father?" whispered Maura, light reflecting off of her radiant pelt. In hue, she was a mix of both king and queen. In personality, they were alike; she was alike to them. Many had gathered, good, dark, and purely evil. Only one thing in common did all the gatherers have, and that was their hate of Blade. The princess shared it just as much as they, but her age had always held her down. In just a year and a half, it would bother her no more.
Maura knew in her heart that Blade would fight dirty; he would bring in all allied stags to fight one. It would be an unfair advantage for the side of evil, and Maura would not stand by and watch her father die. She would fight for the good of the world, even if it meant the end of her. No, she would not die. She was meant to live. "I wish to fight," she said plainly, looking up to him still.
Sara looked at Prinz, her tresses radiating heat. "I'll come," she told the young hellion, her horn glowing with blue fire. Her amber orbs shone, hooves already dancing on the ground in her eagerness to get moving.
On the other side of the clearing, Celeste turned to Bullet, surprised at the intensity and sincerity in his tone. During their travels, they had grown close, closer than she would have thought. The chestnut fae tipped her head, tresses falling softly over a shoulder. Searching orbs met his, and she looked away.
"I'll think about it," she replied unconvincingly. "Though there's a high chance I probably still won't listen."
OOC: sorry phantom, bringing them in so Amani can meet Spyro
The black horse with the gold eyes, and golden flames as well as mane and tail, as well as the glowing golden horn moved towards the others through the air. The black wings folded neatly as he landed next to his mother. Erosaf. It had been a while since he had seen her. And then there was Maura. He could not beleive how pretty she was growing to be. Not to mention there was something else inside of him that seemed to grow as he looked at her. "Greetings, Thowra and Maura," he said, inclining his crown.
"Nice to see you again, Spyro and Erosaf," Thowra replied, smiling at the pair. Then he looked at his daughter. "The heirs were not to fight but I cannot stop you any more than I can Hope and Friehiet and Kairva. Kairva would be here soon enough.
Crimson Bullet smiled. "I can always hope, Celeste, can't I?" He chuckled. "Can I speak with you alone, my dear?"
"See if you can keep up," Prinz replied, flinging his wings open and taking off into the sky.
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.
The ivory splattered stag kept his stormy eyes upon Armada, flicking them from mother to daughter. "Now, now," he softly murmured to his shimmering queen as she showed her emotions to the ebony hellion fae. There was no need for them to be rude, regardless of how much each of them offended each other. The two of them were mother and daughter, and their relationship should have been strong enough to withstand a hurricane. Kiambu shook his earth hued tassels as he thought ruefully to himself.
Instead of them being closer than ever, they had been torn apart by the king. Either that, or, Armada was looking for something always to blame upon her young ones. Unfortunately, her son had become to be like his father, increasing his insanity daily, mostly because of his association with Corus. Kiam couldn't blame young Trainwreck for being what he was though, for nothing was done to stop it. They had failed at parents, and they would pay for it, in one form or another. The king of Ciera believed that he had no business in the matter though, so he would not state his beliefs.
Kiambu nodded to the queen of the desert land, showing no irritation in his eyes nor body stance. "That is fine, Armada. You may think what you please, but please don't bother me or my queen," he said, hoping the words he had chosen had been a good choice. Kiam didn't want trouble from her, yet he knew they would never be the best of friends. They were considered enemies now, just because of the fact that he loved Shattered.
An ebony stag trotted gracefully upon the rolling hills as silver flames brushed the ground with every stride. Dust rolled up from under the granite - like daggers. Steam came from his nostrils as he exhaled deeply, concentrating on control. It had gotten harder with feeding less, and even he had resorted to feeding to creatures other than horses, unlike the more powerful Ganymede. Five hundred years was a long time to master any art, maybe all of them.
Golden eyes probed the land, smelling quite a few of them. They all smelt so delicious.....almost too delicious. They would have been inevitably devoured if Amani had not gorged himself upon his arrival. Black Bear and Cougars had become a delicacy for the ebony stag. The provided plenty of challenge, and their futile attempts at ending him amused him. To horses, he was the same as always; kind, loving, and caring. Erosaf was his only love.
Amani spotted them suddenly, and the burning in his throat grew steadily as he came to her side, touching his icy cold nose to her neck. "Erosaf," he said softly, looking to his son. It had been too long, much, much too long since they had spoken. How many nightmares had he filled Spyro's mind with? There had to be many. Amani would take the hint if his son never wanted to see him or speak to him again. It was understandable after the condition Spyro had already seen him in.
"My son," he murmured, looking down ruefully. Amani decided he would speak an apology true to his heart and not be speaking in a loquacious manner in the least. "What I have done....was terrible," he said, wanting to run away from his past and look toward the future. "How could you ever forgive me?" he asked, not expecting to be forgiven. The worst was over; Erosaf had forgiven him and had not found another in three years. Would his son do the same?
The golden eyes burned as he looked at Amani. It was clear that the stallion who was his father was different again. So many nightmares he could remember that Amani gave him while he was younger and still dependant on his mother. Yet this time he was not threatened by his father at all. No he did not hate his father. For he knew that the things that had befallen Amani had not been things that Amani had wanted to happen. Sure he had been frightened once, but at least those days had done one thing for him. He knew of the other dangers in the world that were not so often seen. "You seem to wonder if there is any part of me that wants to know you still, after everything that i have seen you do?" Spyro asked. He seemed to think about this for a moment, staring at the stallion that he knew was his father in every sense of the word. He was playing a game really though, there was not really anything to think about when it came to Amani. "You are my father and I cannot blame you for the things of the past that have happened between us."
Volo stared at the black stallion being talked to by Spyro. He'd come here, and she knew that it had not been long enough for a foal to grow independant of its mother when it came to her. Amani would likely not be pleased that the foal was dead, but she would defend herself against him. "You caused more harm than you know and not only to your own son." She did not expect him to notice her standing there, waiting for Therthis to come.
Celeste smiled with genuine warmth at the stallion that had rescued her from the clutches of the hellions. He had risked his safety, yes, even his life, if he had been found. Still, Bullet had come for her. Till now, she knew not how he knew of her nor why he had cared. Was it possible... Her thoughts trailed off and she shook her head, flaxen mane spinning softly in the wind.
Beautiful chocolate orbs looked at Bullet in surprise, as she flashed a quick smile, shrugging. "Sure," She replied softly, moving off to a more secluded area, Bullet following closely behind.
He had been forced to the border of this land by those he had once counted friends. Oh, yes, they didn't think he had known their motives, their intentions. But of course he did. How could he not? He had known every equine in his guild while he still held in his hands, the power of High Lord, leader of the famous school of the Arts. Many had flocked over, and joined. He had once been respected - feared even, by some. The mysterious High Lord of the Guild held an untarnished reputation, with strength that none could overcome. He had been unbeatable - that was why he had been chosen as High Lord. He had stuck to his words, even after a pesky student had seen him performing black magic. He had been wounded badly in a fight and had lacked the strength to heal himself. Hence the black magic. Once, he had been repulsed by the knowledge, aghast at even knowing such things. He had been young then, and naive. Day after day, trapped in his enemy’s lands, his blood magic had been drawn by his captors, strengthening them and weakening himself.
Black magic was forbidden in his guild, and rightly so. For black magic allowed one to attain a vast reservoir of power, that made one unbeatable – power that if fallen into the wrong hands, would prove disastrous. After he had escaped, he had been so happy, so joyful, swearing to himself that he would never again drabble in the forbidden art. And so he kept his word to himself, immersing himself in the petty troubles of the guild, being sent on one errand or another by the High Lord at that time. He had been foolish to believe that all the troubles were over. Of course, Akkarin acknowledged dryly to himself, life was rarely that simple
So, back to the original topic. He had been escorted to the border, and he had walked away from the lands he had known and roamed since young. Five years of his life… Over. Cut off neatly, as the guild went back to its state before they had found out about him, leaving him with bits and pieces of the rope, drifting freely, with nowhere to die them to.
For days, he had roamed the lands, nursing bitterness in his heart, all the while keeping a cool and unconcerned demeanor. Akkarin trotted on slowly, the harsh light of the sun beating down upon his ebony pelt, reflecting off the glossy surface of his horn. The terrain around him changed, and he surveyed it with mildly interested eyes. It reminded him of the waterfall where he and…
Lost in his thoughts, the former High Lord walked straight on. Slowly, his musings turned from his past in the Guild to one more recent. Recalling, he remembered the time where he had met a young colt, one by the name of Solitude. He remembered the hate, the fear, the helplessness the young one had felt. From that moment on, he had made it his personal grudge against Blade and his troop, even though he had never met them in person.
The onyx unicorn stepped into the clearing, head held high. His satin pelt shimmered under the bright light, and his coal orbs reflected warmth. His orbs were hooded, as he walked slowly into the clearing, his poise and graceful steps showing he was one used to a position of power.
Stopping at an empty spot in the circle, he looked around meeting gazes with each of the equines. Bowing, he spoke to Thowra, but directed his words to all present.
"Greetings," he began. "You do not know me, but I am called Akkarin, former High Lord of the Guild. I have recently entered these lands, but already, I see how the beauty has been strangled by unspeakable acts of cruelty. Even now, it is poisoned by evil." Akkarin paused, tresses flowing along in the air currents. "That is why I have come to join you in battle... If you will let me."
A white wolf entered the clearing, her long tail waving slowly as she padded gracefully in. Yellow orbs were sparkling, her tongue lolling out of her mouth in a relaxed manner. Around her neck was a circlet of gold, and at the sides, six beautiful crystals. At the center of them, was a star-shaped pendent. Nobody knew where it had come from, and neither did the young wolf wish to part with it.
Aurora was her name. Moving further into the clearing, her light gaze swept over all the assembled beings. She loped closer, movements graceful and fluid. Would she find any new friends? She was new to this area, but already, she knew of the hellions. She would join the fight against them. But hopefully, her journey here would let her find some company.
Trust in your path you've been chosen, become your destiny, lead and they will follow you, Your truth will set you free.
Everyone has heard of yin and yang. Not many though know that I represent those two. Evil and good ramage through my soul every minute of the day. I am not one to mess with for there are two different spirits inside me. Darkness and light. Things that I know are hard to keep in perfect balance within my soul.
For if one is to get stronger than the other there is nothing I can do personally to stop that side from destroying its counterpart. And if that were to happen within me, all that is good or all that is bad will die out, never to rise again. What a boring world that would create and that is something no one would ever forgive me for.
Flying though I was at the moment, I knew that there was a time and a place for me to be at Alaknanda. Fate had decided to send me down into the world of mortal horses and wolves to see which side was more dominant at the moment. No one can avoid my probing mind for I am a weapon that no one wants to face.
I knew though that there would be those who were drawn to me, and there was no point in landing yet. I soared over the lands, finding which ones I was drawn to most. Some of the lands I would avoid, seeing as my powers would only be used for bad things. That was something I would not be able to prolong for long. I would do my best though.
Joy i got out of flying on thw wind, though you would not think that I was a common thing in these parts for even the winged horses seemed to stare at me. It was as if they had never seen a winged wolf before, when I had spotted a few of my kind among them on my travels. This was something that amused me greatly, not that I was too bothered about that.
Let them stare if they wanted. It was not something that I was bothered by in any way. More the fact that I was used to such things when I was sent down like this. Though this time I knew that there would be no return for me to the land of the gods until those who became close to me passed away to the afterlife.
Both good and bad my life has been at the moment, but for now I would not have to worry. Out here somewhere, I knew there would be one who had my heart waiting for him. It would not be easy though for them to get me to join them though, but I was a patient wolf really.
Closing my wings, I soared down towards the ground, knowing that all the wolves near would have seen me. The first wolf to come would not nessessarily be the one for me. No, I would wait until I had spoken with both the good and the evil wolves of Freedoms Palace before choosing someone. There was a game to play with these... mortals.
They would think that being a female it would be easy for them to win my heart, but not this time. I would not let it get too easy for them. Not now, not ever. Until my task was done I would not leave the others here. Until the day things were completely safe for new generations. A thing I knew would be hard to achieve. No matter what happened I would manage and emerge triumphant.
Now though she was drawn to the group that stood around taking about an evil that must be purged. To do so would do some damage to her and she had to make sure that they knew of that.
"I come, great king, with a warning for you. To kill off all evil with upset the balance of the world."
Once in every lifetime, if you do beleive, man can move a mountain, change the course of history.
OOC: 600 words not including the name, image or right alined parts or coding
Thowra sighed. "I never said that I would kill him. No I have something else in mind for my brother." They all knew he was no killer usually.
He bowed his head to the other newcomer. "Welcome freind."
Aurora's orbs opened wide, staring at the beauty of a wolf as she landed. Half of her was the purest of white, and the other was of the darkest black. A balance of all that was good, and all that was evil.
The ivory she-wolf stepped forward, the crystals on her collar jingling softly. "What do you mean?" she wondered, eyes widened curiously.
Celeste stopped in her tracks, spinning round to look at Bullet disbelievingly. "Stop playing games, Bullet," she answered after a shocked silence. "It's not funny." Her voice wavered for an instant. She wanted to believe him, she really did. But she could not believe that anyone would think that she was worthy enough to even be in someone's herd.
"Good and evil war within me, Aurora. Should one side be stronger than the other then it gives me a serious headache. I am the one who keeps good and evil equal in strength, and I know this is hard to understand. I am the god that represents Yin and Yang, surely you've heard of those two fish? One is white with a black spot on it, the other black with a white spot?" Winged Twilight sighed. "I, Winged Twilight have looked upon this realm for many a mellenia. I only come here in person when there is a need for my guidance." "You are welcome here as well, Winged Twilight," Thowra said.
Bullet sighed. "I am not joking around Celeste. I never play that kind of joke on anyone."
So, Winged Twilight was her name. Indeed, it was most apt. Aurora looked at the she-wolf, harks pricked forward as she moved forward, standing beside her. What she was saying fascinated her.
She searched his steel-coloured orbs, searching for any signs of deceit. However, there was none. His eyes were clear and earenest. Celeste dropped her head, ashamed that she had not believed him. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't think..." she trailed off, raising her eyes once more.
"Yes, Bullet, I would. I would be honoured if I were your queen."
"I likely would have reacted the same way as you did, Celeste had I been where you have," he said. "Do not be ashamed, my love." It was clear that he cared about her. Else he would not have risked everything to take her from Blade.
"I understand you, Winged Twilight. I would not do anythingt o cause such unbalance." "Oh but you already are, creamy."
The young chestnut fae looked at Bullet wonderingly, her soft orbs gleaming quietly in the sunlight. Celeste’s white markings shimmered, and her silky tresses fluttered in the wind curving around her slim bodice.
She lowered her chocolate eyes shyly, amazed at the simple concept that was placed so clearly in front of her. He loved her. It was what she had longed for all her life, ever since she had come to this place.
Reaching forward, she nuzzled Bullet gently on the cheek.
“I love you, Bullet. Thank you,” she whispered sincerely. And she really did. During their journeying, they had grown so close together. Who knew what the future held now?
They were late, all of them. The king of them all, Ashton and the chatty fae beside him. Sontieana, the queen of the wind, giggled and chatted to Ashton as they moved. She was telling them about her past, how she had chosen Thowra to be her own though though Boon Boon. Boonsa, the new Boon Boon, followed slightly behind.
The creamy stallion and heir, Kairva sighed, saddness still flowing though his movments. His first son was dead. Little Thowra had died.
"Father," he greeted the tall stag with a bob of his head and eyed the others in the gathering. "Thowra," hummed Sontieana as she landed lightly on her feet and smiled in a motherly fashion. Boonsa, still unsure of her place with Thowra just nodded respectfully. Ashton greeted each member of the meeting by name before standing beside his silver friend. "Sorry we are late, things came up," he told him quietly and his dark ear flickered slightly as if waiting for a reply "what have I missed?"
OOC: ick...did even read all the MASSIVE posts u guys wrote...lol. Sorry, little muse...