The once glossy coat of the stallion shone no more, his locks hung uselessly by his side. Head dropped, its once gentle maw almost brushing the rocky ground. He needed her to live, he needed her to pass another day. Surely, without her he would die?
He forced himself forth, having gone to despairing measures to get her to return. He didn't wish to bring darkness upon the land, but it was the only plan he had which had a small hope of working. He paused just within the dark lands, having no doubt that they would come. If they killed him, so be it, but he hoped they would help first.
The Antianara mare paused, ears flickering at the distant sound of approach. "Someone enters Hydrus," she told the large stallion across from her "a stallion enters.." She moved forth, a smirk growing as she approached their guest. Though, what she saw was nothing close to what she expected. The thin, raggered bodice of a dying king stood before her. It seemed something had...happened to him. She studied him with an annoyed gaze, waiting for Hydrus to show. Maybe he knew the stallion. "Please..." came the husky whispered, brown orbs flickering up to the scared beauty "please...don't kill me yet..." She chuckled, head shaking slightly in a mocking fashion. "And why, stallion, would I do that?" "For I have something to give to you...in return for your help."
A smirk settled upon the expression of the icy features as an ebony form sauntered across the dingy lighted territory. Heavy rainclouds loomed overhead, probably about to begin raining the beauteous acid rain upon their skulls. Hydrus hoped it would singe the pelt of the unworthy creature that dared to tread upon their lands - kill him, disassemble him, rip him to shreds. Even though that sounded gloriously entertaining, there were other matters to deal with. Taking down one that was injured would not be as pleasurable as taking one that was healthy. Nourishing him to kill him was not fun either. What would provide him with a torturous game today?
Before them, with a conflicted gaze and beaten bodice, the piercing sky blue eyes peered down at the stag. A sigh escaped his cold lips as he just shook his skull for a moment. "The world is just getting dumber and dumber," he mentioned, losing his patience with this neanderthal. "Shouldn't kings learn where their boundaries are...?" he asked, voice raising and falling like waves on the sea. Hydrus was intrigued with this individual, especially since he was nearly crawling on his knees in desperation to see them. This was impressive, definitely impressive for one allied so closely with hat filthy king.
"What brings you here, piece of dirt? We can help you in many ways, but there would never be enough betrayal to your own kind you could commit to repay us," he began, perfectly controlled tenor lyrics painting the picture of death in the minds of all who listened. "State your offer," he replied, after a few moments of pondering the matter. Hydrus wondered why he was wasting his time on such a filthy bastard. He had obviously lost something he favored and wanted their help. Why couldn't it just die? No one wanted him now, so what use was there for the old king to live on?
The dull, lifeless eyes turned up to the approaching stag. The power which he once held long gone, the loyalty he held for his brother pushed back at the mention of his taken queen. "An immortal foal," he offered "in exchange for my queen..." "Ganymede took her..." he said the name with disgust "and I have already broken my vow to Ashton...there is honestly nothing more I can give.."
Laochra studied the pathetic stag before her, so she had been right. Something had happened to him, he had lost the love of his life. She sneered at the mention of his queen being taken. "Are you so weak that you cannot protect your own herd," she hissed, circling the broken stag with sadist glee before halting beside Hydrus. But the mention of an immortal foal had captured her attention. If it was still young, it could be raised to be something great. Orbs flickered to Hydrus, wondering what his thoughts would be.
Hydrus rolled his eyes casually, revealing a hardly emotional smirk sarcastically to the pathetic one. He pitied them both if they didn't know the truth about vampires. If they had studied them over the years, they would have both learned that this deal meant nothing to him. How interested he would be - if there was such a thing as an immortal foal. "Stupid stag," he acknowledged, sucking in some breath before he dramatically broke the news to them. "You see, that would be a legitimate offer if you weren't lying right through your teeth," he stepped forward, leaning in on the stag. Raising a dagger, he pawed out at his shoulder, hoping to strike it.
"Vampires have their foals normally. The things don't change into vampires until six years of age. We wouldn't get our gift for six years, which is much too long for me. Speaking of which, she will stay pregnant with the foal longer since she was bred to a vampire, which makes our wait time about eight years - so not worth it," he mumbled. "Pathetic," he murmured, turning away, retrieving a heart wrenching grin as he tread up to the king. Soon, he would still be a king, but he'd be a dead one.
Hydrus was growing quite bored with this game and wondered when the fun would be over. There was no way he was going against Ganymede, a strong ally in war. Why would they go against one who could be killed unless they were burned? That was plainly stupid. Still, he was interested in the Amazon queen's opinion on this. "Next reason we should spare your life?" he asked, flicking his blue whipcord. "Or do you not have one?" he asked, raising an eye brow with interest.
The broken stallion was halted at that, he knew nothing of the vampires ways only knew that his queen and love was with one. "I..I am sorry," he said quickly, unsure what his next approach would be but he was desparte. "Anything..." he pleaded. Anything they wanted, he would do for them. If it was to kill someone, to spy. If he had to become a slave for the rest of his years. "Please..anything you want I'll do it," he pleaded, the Antianara looked on with amused eyes before turning to Hydrus. "Hydrus," she said sweetly, obviously up to no good "think of anything useful?"
"Shut up," the tundran stag snapped, looking back to the queen of the land with that same silky sweet expression. This could be useful, so useful to them, but they didn't need others thinking they could do this by themselves. No, he would not get the chance to end his brother. Hydrus laughed suddenly. "What if she's somehow fallen in love with him? Then what will do, you little pathetic mongrel?" he asked again, beating around the bush with his answer. No, they could not break their ties with the vampires. Declaring war on Ganymede would turn all the ones of Eleazar away, which could be really detrimental to their alliances.
"Go force the queen of all," he smirked. First, they would have to make sure the stag was on their side. Then, perhaps, they would help him with his little problem. Maybe, they could even make a deal with the vampire that he could kill little Ashwin after the job was done. All they had guaranteed was that the ebony stag would get his queen back; they never said how long he would have her before she was the vampire's again. Nodding, he sent him away for the first mission. It would be excellent to have the queen of all bearing one of their spies' foals.
The ebony stallion inhaled a shaky breath, but nodded slightly. "Of course..." he whispered, trying to hide the pain from his words. He would break Ashton doing so, but his queen was more important. He had never forced a soul in his life, but he would if it meant he got Blizzard back.
"I shall return," he said softly, turning and forcing himself towards Ashton's land, his weak legs barely carrying his frame.
Laochra chuckled with delight "good thinking Hydrus," she told him, a rare act of commending him. "He will either destroy his loyalty or die trying," she murmurered to herself, pleased with the way things had turned out. Her orbs flickered to the blue hellion stag, knowing there was more to the plan. "Explain," she demanded.
Hydrus nodded civilly towards the scarred stag, wondering if he would actually go through with the trap. This stupid king would risk his land and his life by turning on the king of all. What a moron. That would be like the ivory stag going against Laochra - a death sentence, even though it was evident that the king of all, as he was called wasn't really as strong as his leader. Hydrus noticed he was getting off topic and sighed. Hopefully, he would force that fae and then die. All the Tundran Hellion wanted was for there to be new blood to the royal throne, to raise curiosities. It seemed like he would have to explain this to her though. Why she didn't understand, he didn't see.
"That's exactly what I want," he murmured back, nodding to signal that he had heard her. "I have many ideas why I've told him to do this..." he replied, pausing to think of his favorite. There were some he couldn't tell her, and they were selfish reasons - reasons just meant to make the stag even more unhappy. "Every foal wonders who their father is. One day, he or she will sneak out and come to us, our hostage. When Ashton comes to fight, we hold his queen's foal over his head. She wouldn't let him kill it. We'll have a new slave, for one. For another, we have a trusted spy. Once it says that its the queen's child, everyone will trust it," he replied in general. Eventually, they would figure out that the foal was on their side. For a while, though, they could receive glorious information.