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Characters: Anastasio && Anastasia
Muse: atreyu
Word Count: 1391
Open: dark gathering
Mood: impatient

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There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses.
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things


i. The wind turned and swirled the tall grasses around as if it were a rag doll. I grinned at such a show of dominance, who thought the gentle wind could be such a tyrant. Constantly blowing over the lands, sometimes calm and steady, other times dangerous and vengeful. My dial lifted from the ground as my coal hued optics glanced over the world of pretend. My auds pricked at the noise in the distance, tonight there was sure to be a thunderstorm, I could hear Baal stomach growling in discontent, he wanted souls I could tell, in this short time of peace he was growing angry at the lack of death and plague. I was forced to agree that life had become dull in a kings absence and since I have claimed the throne numbers were just recently beginning to thrive again. My memories forced back into the time of desolate silence. In a time where I could have sworn I was the only creature in this world. My pelt shivered as I incoherently rid myself of the flies. It was a reflex really involuntary my hide would shake every time something touched it, whether that be a fly to another equine, the fact was I did not like to be touched. My nares inhaled, I could scent other equines in the world, and all of them gathered away from the land that I had come to claim as my own. Were they afraid? That was my first instinct, fear everything revolves around fear, courage, respect, and survival.. The more you ignored fear the more brave you were, the more respected the more feared you were the more respected you were. The more fear you felt, the better your survival instincts were. I glanced over the meadow, and there was my sister grazing peacefully with out a care in the world. She was one who felt no fear, even seeing the dead did not bring fear into her. Yet it brought fear into everyone else. I shuttered, not that I feared my sister, but there were times… There where times I could swear the dead possessed her. With that being said I distinctly remember the day she claimed to be possessed by Baal the dark lord of the past Ages. He was the first equine to start the dark regime. Somewhere along the line he was in my blood lines, and therefore I assumed the throne. I don’t know the history of the lights but I know are own, and we have been trying to extinguish their king for centuries, close to a thousand years have achieved nothing but the total destruction of both empires. It was a wonder me and my sister survived; when the lights attacked they went straight for the royal line, or at least that is what I was told. Perhaps they did not think of our ancestor of Baal a threat being that my forefathers were not straight of royal lineage, but like most shared the same herd sire.

ii. There were equines here that knew nothing of the dark wars, our past, our pride. That had to be changed. Baal was a fearsome creature who struck fear into the hearts of many, one who almost had the world under his complete control. He failed by a shortcoming, her overestimated himself and fell short to his expectations, even then he has both canine territories under control and had moved in to the light royal herd. And that is where he was drawn back, he age hit him and his powers weakened. We were so close. I felt hot as the fury ran through my blood my head dropped at our great herd short coming. It was many years before the herd grew back again, and now this. Desolate solitude as one leader led the herd recklessly into battle, and it was then that all life seemed to be lost. Fear, it was why I was still alive, my mothers fear for our lives as she hid us in the sanctuary. Other than Lottie, we were the only foals in the herd, and unlike Lottie we were the only ones who were decedents of Baal, other than the king of that time and his one heiress. I snarled now we were nothing, hidden and separated in the corners of the earth. The fact the lights shared the same fate was not consoling at all. It burned me alive knowing what that dumbass did to our herd, trying to live of the Baals great name. The fool, as I remember he always did lack brains. I snorted, Anastasia replied, she knew my thoughts, though she was not telekinetic we were twins, and as such we talked a lot and she knew what bothered me most. I was never supposed to be a king, the fact that I have risen does bring me great pride, but what have I risen against, the desolate silence and solitude? My sister as my only follower, what a king, I am a king of ghost., and that just pissed me off. The fact that those who call themselves dark hide in the shadows, what are they afraid? Does fear compel them to stay there distance? I snapped out of my train of thought, once again paying attention to the world around me. The summer sun ate at my hide warming me up from the outside. The mid day had the sun up in full command of the sky, I was a classic dark who liked the moon much better, mostly because I liked the cool of the summer night compared the the blistering heart of the summer day. My pendulum swung in annoyance as I made my decision, it was time to see the ranks.

“Anastasia report to my side, it is time to see who all dares to call them self a child of nior.”
“as you whish brother”

iii. Her words were barely audible but her movements were swift and graceful, the same movement I myself had. I myself began a trot around my territory, she stayed at my flanks and we moved with equal speed, our footfalls identical. I inhaled a deep breath, letting the oxygen fill my lungs completely before I let out my ear deafening cry. At my side Anastasia let her own voice ring, and together our demands fled across the Torrens Aurum. We called for all who dared to call themselves a dark. Those who let feet fly and their evil spread through them like a disease. We called for all the darks. My pace grew faster more urgent as I screeched out to the ends of the world. I was becoming reckless and urgent, I threw my head around like a battering ram as I picked my frontals up in my pace, jumping like gazelle and as my stones hit the ground once again I threw my head from side to side, my dreads following it attached at the seem of my carcass. In the corner of my eye I saw my sister throw her hinds into the air as she went into a bucking spree, six, seven spins? I didn’t know, I tried not to count and it wasn’t soon before I started up in a gallop again as I called out again, this was more impatient than before, my sister reminded silent, she always had more patients then me, but she is the nut case who talks to spiders. I stopped suddenly and the cannons of my lower limbs touched the ground before springing to my feet again with both frontals lifted into the air, I landed from my magnificent display of power. That was just to get the blood flowing. My dial perked high in the air as my sister rampaged on, until she realized that I had stopped. I pawed the ground, she took her place at my flank. My obsidian tresses fell to the sides of my face. I didn’t bother to look back at my sister, but I could hear her breathing, she was ready. Let them come, and pity them if they try to bring hell. Its to late hell is already hear, and right with the master of hell, the lady of despair flanks him at his sides. Come my minions rise for your master.

Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.