Lost soul.. torn between the dark and light

[Rxy - Phy]

Gentle peds strummed along dirty forest floor, into grasses underfoot.
The change seemed pleasant, until the tufts got bigger, they were few and far between, filly's pillars tripped and fumbled the odd terrain. Frustration grew on her face. Little things set her off these days, after watching her mother torn down by Ravens. She was lost.. both geographically, and emotionally. Her deep purple Orbs seemed to display her frustrations. Her mother being a light, and her father the leader of a dark clan. The feud had gone on inside her for one harsh winter now.
Her father raping her mother hadn't been the best start to life. Her mother always covered the fact, always tried to make her smile.
Deep down, she knew the truth. She felt it every time her stomach rumbled.. and her mother urged her to eat leafy lines. In her heart, the doe grazing on the other side of the field, was seemingly more intriuging.

Slowing to a 4-beat, orbs scanned the surroundings, nothing seemed to be alive. Just the winds pushing grass one way, then the other. Her stilts ached. Plonking her tiny bodice into the grasses, she allowed herself to rest. These light lands would watch over her for an hour or so, to nap. Hopefully.
Ravenous thoughts passed through her mind once again. thoughts of what she might do when she was older, stronger.. if she came across a precious filly, as frail as herself.
Lids closed over deep purple orbs, as her thoughtbox moved into dark, dark dreams.
The light, suffering under the darkness.
Suffering, at the jaws of darkness, after being torn to the ground.. the struggle for life and death excited her, breaking into a light sweat.. before easing into restless sleep. The light taking over again.
One day she'd understand.

--

[Archangel]

True strength is staying strong when everone else expects you to fall...

Mystic jogged slowly through the grassy terrain, not a stumble or a falter in her step. She pigrooted with happiness and nickered. This life was sweet, like the grass in spring or the sap of the trees. Her life was quite easy but every now and then a problem would arise. Since she was alone, winters were quite hard but she made it through. The wind seemed to whisper her name, like it was calling her somewhere. She began to canter slowly towards a small clearing of forest for she saw someone laying there.

She came to a stop as she saw a young filly, not as old as herself, maybe a year younger. Mystic nudged her lightly to wake her up. It had been a while since she had seen another horse but this one gave her an eerie feeling, like she wasn't exactly who she seemed. Maybe she was dark? No, she wouldn't have made it this far if she was. This was confusing. Mystic nudged her again being cautious of this new filly. Her dam had always taught her to be careful of others, mostly stallions and colts but she also knew that mares and fillies were just as bad...

OOC - Sucky post but they'll get better xD

[Rxy - Phy]

Awaken the beast within.. Awaken the songbird within..
Awaken to decisions, and endless feuds within.

Dreams turned back to dark, deep blackness embraced the filly. Before a short sharp nudge awoke her, Orbs flung open, a startled snort escaped her maw. the flight sense kicked in, jumping to her stilts she eyed the equine before her, lowering her head, to pose no threat, reminded herself of the light lands she allowed herself to nap in, she became at ease.
Rising her crown to eye level with the light pelted creature, she felt the light aurora that surrounded the minx. Feeling at ease she stepped forward to pick up a scent, her sides slowing from a startled heaving, to a gentle rhythm.

The dark voice inside spoke of tearing the filly down, to feed this longing hunger inside. Light voices spoke of companionship, a home, security.
Thoughtbox always buzzed with these thoughts. Being such a small frame, it would shake with confusion. But she'd grown accustomed to it.
Became second nature.

Second nature, whatever that means..
One nature of light and prosperity..
another of flesh, blood and carnivorous acts..
Pff, second nature.

[Archangel]

Lessen your desire, hold your breath so patiently, never inquire to be free, just stay on your knees, you might doubt it, think there's nothing left for me to do but stopm on my feet and shout about it, from the depths I called you and now I'm stuck here patiently waiting for an answer at the bottom of this well...

Mystic looked at the filly, she was a few hands smaller than her, not big enough to do much damage at all. Are you okay? you seem a little bit lost... Her voice sounded like an angel's voice, like a euphoric harmony. The filly seemed confused and dazed. Mostly confused. Maybe she really was dark...or neutral...Hopefull not dark, not in these lands, not now...

Mystic stood up taller, not to pose a threat, just for comfort. You don't seem to be from around here...where are you from? I still was curious of this filly, she seemed very different. At least she was some compny, maybe she'd come with me...I wanted to be in a herd but it was hard to find enough horses or stallions or colts strong enough to prtect the herd. Let alone smart enough or mature. Well, if you want, you can come with me... My neck was arched as my mane whipped about in the wind, the rain was soon to come and I didn't really want to be there when it was pouring down, as much as I loved the rain.

[Rxy - Phy]

Awoken, shaken, slightly feared.
The feud inside goes on.
Its speaking of horrible things to do to your limbs.

shuffling on her peds, pushing the voices from her troubled thoughtbox.
Audits swiveled to her voice, listening to the words, the equine spoke softly, not ravenous at all. Not surprising, really.
Oh I'm perfect. Lost, and herd-less. But.. fine.
Feeling the darkness in her own voice, urged her to make it right, this was the only equine to cross her path since her mother was murdered, months ago. Surely the minx noticed her dirty pelt, and withering frame, trying to grow on almost no nutrition.
Last this she wanted was to be seen as a Charity case.
No, not from these lands. Been on the run for a whole season now. Watched the lands go from white, brown then to this lush green.
She forced the light, happy, weightless words out.. with a higher tone than the first few. She needed to come across as light to this minx, even though she had no clue where she belonged.
Her purple eyes, were a true sign of her troubled past, perhaps only certain beasts would pick up on that. No clue.
Amradon, is where I reside, well used to. Not sure now. What about you?
Idle chit-chat seemed to be the only way to find out more about this vixen.
Stomach complained of its neglect once more.
Whipcord continued to move flappy buzzards along, as they tickled her sides.

Force the light out,
Your pelt reflects it, why don't you?
Your eyes on the other hand,
So utterly bizarre, they're the reason your mother was exiled.
Twisted young fae, sort yourself out.

--

[Archangel]

And when I make you cry again...will you still come to me? even when i'm strained with the blood of your lover? I still can't make it out, I was born like this and I will die like this, the only question is, will I die alone?

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Mystic frowned instantly as the filly before her seemed to have a cruel edge to her voice. Cold. Heartless. Uh-huh... was her reply to that sentence. This filly had to be dark, Her eyes screamed for the shadows to which they belonged but still, something about this lost fae...

The filly's figure seemed to be...frail and unnuritioned. Obviously in need of food. I don't have a herd either...yet. I'm looking for one. Mystic nodded as the next sentence came from the filly. Yes, the winters can be harsh but they're better here then over there... She nodded her head in the direction of the cruel lands. Amradon? Mystic had heard of that place but not much. Hmm, well, I haven't heard much about that place. She paused. I've always lived here in Arizxon, I seperated from my herd and now i'm looking for a new one. He brown eyes rested on the filly, curious and suspicious. This might not end well...

[Rxy - Phy]

Cover up, the beast within.
Show the songbird, she's easier to handle.
One day, the beast will be released.
When your with your own kind, the hunt can begin...

Crown bobbed up and down, threads flapped about. Agreeing with the pretty minx. She nudged the vixen, eager for affection. The light side was shining now. The only dark was in her stomach. groaning, and bouncing about inside her frame, insisting to be fed. It wasn't sure what food though.. that was the hard part.
Yeah, Winters weren't to friendly. When your on your own anyway..
Kicking at a tuft of pesky grass, she wondered out alloud..
Perhaps we could accompany one another for a while?
You'd know the land better than me.
Safer in pairs, right?
Not worried about the answer, she turned to munch on leafy-ness. As much as it failed to satisfy.
She needed to be believed to be a light. For now.
Across the field, a doe. Air left her nares in a long exhale. Her stomach did flip-flops when she saw them.
Forcing the itchy grass down her trap. Flicked her whipcord about, making herself relax, and be natural.
Turned dainty crown back to the minx, awaiting her answer.. whatever it may be.

Itch, scratchy, leafy lines.
Fail to satisfy the churns below,
The beast lurks, awaiting a worthy meal.
It wont rest until you give in..
Year or so yet, young fae.
Eat up.

[Archangel]

I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all...

<sup>Mystic nickered and nuzzled back to the filly. She seemed pretty friendly. The filly needed food obviously. Yeah, we should, we'd be safer together than on our own. Maybe we'll find others. I think we will but right now, I think we should find shelter, food and water. Mystic bobbed her head and looked at the blackened sky above them. it's going to rain and it will pour. She looked back at the minx in front of her. I know a lot of places around here. We should hurry. Mystic pawed at the ground, it was soft and cushiony. She began walking, She had a light gait and frame but could fight if she had to luckily.

This filly that she was with seemed to have dark and light mingled into one, maybe her dam was caught by a dark stallion. Maybe. She wasn't sure but she did intend on finding out. Her light build also came in handy when she had to run, she could jump and hardly stumbled. This was her turf and she knew how to use it...</sup>

[Rxy - Phy]

Like a Spider coiling her web.
Though, she's unexpected, like the prey..
Don't fall into your own unknown web young fae.
If that's what your intent is..

Crown turned back to the grass for a moment. Relieved, the doe had left. Stomach quietened.
Okay, You lead.
She moved to the minx' side. Instant relief. Traveling in two's was the way of the light.
Ravens traveled alone, unless Big prey was the intent.
That's NOT my intent. In attempt to tell the voices.

Wind picked up her threads, the heavens rumbled above. Shudder filled her small frame.
Awaiting to move, her voices started again..

Move her through the trees, to a cave..
Dark of night, wont cast your shadows..
She wont know, gather your kind.
Hunt the Prey.
Hunt the Flesh.

The light once again returns..
Washing the dark away.

--

[Archangel]

You live, by the moon and the stars in the night, a ghost in a storm...

<sup>Mystic nodded and began walking towards a river, it wasn't all that deep but if the rain was as bad as she predicted she would have to find higher ground for the both of them. She waded into the river, the water reaching her withers, she was still able to walk but very slowly. She knew there was a cave, not that far away from where they were, the cave was on higher ground.

She again, waded out of the water and began to trot up a hill. We need to get to higher ground soon... She began to canter as the hill became steeper, she was also sure food was close. She was rather hungry...</sup>
The wind calls my name...

[Rxy - Phy]

Waters of the light land,
Wash away dirt and filth of the raven..
Wash the thoughts from the thoughtbox.
Wash away what you can,
Raven be our biggest enemy.
Come to the light, troubled fae.

Crown bobbed in agreement. Though the clouds had gone unnoticed.
Other matters swirled about her deep mind.
Peds moved swiftly, shadowing the minx's trail. Whipcord flapped about. Buzzards twitched every so often.
Audits swiveled to the front, orbs watching the unsteady terra at foot. A stream ahead, audits informed. The minx plunged in firstly, Nape deep.
Whipcord stuck straight up, stilts forced unsure bodice into the cold water. Thoughtbox stirred..
Wash away dark thoughts.. cleanse the mind, body and soul. come home young fae, this is where you truly belong..
Stilts pushed against the current, before peds lost touch with the earth, she began to panic a little, the current turned her small frame head on. Frail stilts strode and strode to keep afloat, nares blurted out water, sucking in much needed oxygen.
Pushing for the bank, thoughtbox began to pain.. and stir..
Never mind the impressionable minds of the light, vixen. For they do not harness the powers as we do, you and I. For Ravens have long overruled the lights.. snuffed them out as a candle in the wind. Here, my minx, is where you reside...
Bodice left the water, lungs began to slow, nares back to their usual stance. Pause, shaking her nape, through to whipcord, Ridding the water droplets.
She disliked the water. Especially that water.
Her pelt felt clear, and cleansed.. though crown still bore the dirt and stains of life on the road.
Thoughtbox thumped a dull pain. Voices argued on.

Nape moved forward, offering crown the best view to the minx up ahead.
Is it far?
Maw exclaimed.
Pillars grew tired after the swim. Thoughtbox thumped on. Nape hung low, fae growing tired.
But pressed on. Pushing peds into jog, to the minx's side.

Wearing on you,
Tiring you out,
We'll be here when you fall,
Giving you the key to the raven,
Endless power, my vixen.
You'll see, then the hunt can begin.

--

[Archangel]

One, Two, coming for you...three, four, lock your door...

^{Mystic looked at the fae lolloping next to her. Not really it's just up here... The ground became rocky and hard with little foliage to tred on. Mystic wondeered wether this filly was a good companion, she had a feeling about her that just screamed run...}
Five, six, don't be sick... seven, eight, Your life is mine to take...

^{After a few hours after getting to the cave,Mystic woke up from a dreadful nightmare and decided to head out for a little breather. She jumped down to the grassy ground and began to trot, he breathing uneven, was the filly the cause of this? it was hard to tell. The filly's purple eyes seemed to wander quite a lot...what was she thinking...}

Nine, ten..you will never breathe again...

[Rxy - Phy]

Stir, stir, toss and turn,
Stir, stir, stomach yearn,
No lids to close,
No rest to have.
Her lids will rest,
Her gaurd let down.
Then my fae, the game begins.

Reaching the cave, stilts collapsed frail bodice to the dusty floor. Vixen rested near. Thoughtbox stirred as the sun hid behind mountains and the cave was blanketted in darkness.
Go for the jugular fae, tear the life out of her..
Stomach complained of its neglect. It wouldn't let her rest.

Time passed, allowing the Vixen to fall into deep slumber. Orbs fixed on her barrel, falling in, and puffing out. Mesmorized. Ravenous thoughts consumed her tiny mind.
No light to be found.
Young light pelted fae began plotting her exact movements. Vixen began to stir, kicking her stilts out. Snorting, mumbling words, quick, fearful words. A bad dream.
She soon rose to her feet and left the young fae in the cave.
Fae kept hr lids shut. Audits followed vixen along the cave floor, outside, to the left. Lids flung open, deep purple glow was released.
She too, rose to her peds.
Nearing the cave entrance, she bowed her nape, nares flaring. Desperate to catch a scent on the wind. There it was. Vixen headed down the slope. Two-beat. Barrels rythmical rise and fall grew slower. Slower that normal. Peds began to stealth their way toward the scent. Crown turning constantly, giving orbs ample view all around. Audits swivelled in every direction, for any soundwave waiting to be caught.

Reaching flat Terra. Wind swept the scent off in another direction. Peds Paused, nares flared, moving toward the direction of the wind. Vixen, to the right. Two-Beat.
She set off, this time not on a direct path. Instincts told her to head for the trees. The moon was bright, and shone on her hide, like a beacon. Couldn't have that.
Path carefully picked, she moved silently through the trees. Following the scent. Before she saw movement. Slowed peds to a four-beat. She trailed after the vixen. Planning the next moves.


The hunt has begun,
You have a hunch,
I have a plan,
But you, are also the prey.--