// limits

[Black Thorns]

Sonalane couldn't help but let out a small giggle- though of course, entirely inappropriate and uncalled for- at Ramaskith's obvious anger. His words dripped with venom, an unspoken threat passing between them. Oh, and how his eyes burned! How he watched her with some deadly stare... How he wanted to kill her! Oh, oh, oh she could do nothing but want more of it. She wanted more! She wanted him to hurt her, she wanted him to rip at her... Sona wasn't suicidal, but she did enjoy a good fight. It wasn't as if she would be the only one injured, Ramaskith- in her mind, anyways- would be the one with far more, far more deadly, injuries strewn across his pale pelt. She would let it coat her, the blood of her Ramaskith, let it meld into her pelt and dry a dark, rusted colour... Oh, she wanted him to hurt, but she wanted to hurt as well. Let them lay there, injured, and let them bond in some type of warped fashion... She would most definitely, if she wanted any type of inability to run from her, have to injure his legs fairly bad... He was a fighter; if he had reason to, he would run with his flesh torn open and hanging, flapping in the wind. SO she would have to seriously injure him, make it near impossible for him to move. Then she could do as she planned... Stay with him as he healed ((Should he try to harm her- why, she would just make him restart the whole healing process until he learned)), twist him and make him hers. She would reduce his emotions to a horrible wreck, his body hardly in a better state... Then he would have to rebuild it all to her liking, make it all how she wanted it. Not how he wanted it... how she did. He would be hers!

Her planning was interrupted by the soft tinkling of laughter from the mare. This, of course, did nothing but anger Sonalane. She did not care for mercy, for beautiful torture of soul before killing with this one. SHe wanted her ripped apaprt, torn so everyone could see the wicked creature's horrible insides, see how gloriously ... gloriously... Sona struggled for a word, there. Wicked? No, Sona was wicked; ugly? Ugly would do, though the mare wasn't necessarily ugly. SHe was rather pretty- and this sparked jealousy within her. Yes, the mare was ugly, ugly beyond compare... They would see just how gloriously ugly the mare was, both on the inside and out... Tough, weren't they all the same, on the inside? They all had the same parts... No, no this mare must be different, she must have something wrong with her insides just as well as her outside. If only Sona could pry into the thoughts of the mare... Why, if Sona could pry into the thoughts of her enemies, she would be unstoppable! She would ever lose... SHe would never let them even touch her! Oh, oh! OH, she could do anything if only she could see into their minds....
Ramaskith turned protective, now, asking if he should do the same to her.
"Oh, you can try... Why, I wish you would! I want you to try, I want you to try to rip me apart..."
She swished her tail, tossing her head in a taunting manner. Oh, catch her if he can!

"Well darling, your names for me will suffice if they anger you, as they should. But if you find that they ever lose their venom, you may cast your hatred upon the name Sheba. I grow weary of this though. You and I both know that I'm not going to attack you right now. It would be a waste of my time. And waste...is something we don't want now, do we darling?" The mare spoke to her as if she were a month-old foal! Oh, that mare- SHeba was the name for the stuck-up bitch, wasn't it?- would learn some respect. Oh, yes, she would- but not now; what fun was fighting with someone who wouldn't fight back? Sona snorted in return, a soft sound of frustration barely audible. Waste. This mare was a waste; she was nothing but something her parents probably never wanted... some type of garbage that drudged about without any real life, any type of worthiness to her. She was nothing but a waste...

"And, darling, one day, perhaps I shall see those skills you boast of if you insist on displaying them. But you will have to find a willing subject. And unfortunately, being willing has never been one of my strong points. I do make use of what strengths I do possess though, as you will find. I am no fool." The mare turned and sped away, whispering a promise to never be far as she stumbled into the forest. Sheba was certainly a fool, a fool for messing with her... Sona wouldn't forgive that. If this grey mare kept her promise- if this mare kept a promise of staying near, why she would certainly pay. Sona knew many ways to make this mare pay... but she was gone now, and Sonalane had other matters to attend to. Right now she needed to focus on the stag before her... and he reached around, snapping out and pulling out a small piece of her neck, dropping the bloodied flesh to the ground. Here was a fight! Her warrior yelled at her, telling her to retaliate. Oh, she would, that was sure; but not yet. Rama was scrutinizing her, waiting for her to fight back, waiting for her to strike out at him. Sona returned with a steady, cold stare- much different then the hot blood trickling down the side of her neck. Yes, blood was flowing, but not really... She would make sure that it would, but she would be sure that Ramaskith would fight back just as fueled, just as viciously. Sona whipped her head around in a flash, ripping at the forehead of Rama, feeling the flesh break and peel away with her jaws. She tore away, letting the flesh drop from her mouth. Sona watched in fascination as the blood began to stream down the stag's face... Yes, a fight was always a good thing.

[aPPY]

ramaskith

Ramaskith turned quickly as the grey mare; Sheba was her name, he learned; as she turned and melted into the trees. He snorted in anger, twisting back to look at the buckskin one, Sonalane. He would worry about the grey in due time. She had gotten away from him once and came wandering back, she wouldn't be far. And besides, there wasn't much he could do with her now; he certainly couldn't kill her so might as well leave her be for a little while. Then he would track her down and kill her before taking the child. Then he could raise it the way he wished and have the offspring as part of his army against the unknown one. Yes, it would all fall together perfectly at a later date. He just had to restrain himself to keep from harming this mare who seemed to always get away. Sona glared at him though, her gaze icy and venomous. He smiled inwardly, at least he would be able to have some fun with this mare; satisfy his yearning to feel the flesh of her body part with the force of his hooves. She moved fast, though his eyes quickly followed the movement and he didn't move away from her small retaliation. Her teeth sunk into his forehead, peeling away the skin that covered his skull. The blood began to well out of the wound quickly and he immediately pitched himself forward as Sona pulled back; his skin falling to the ground. He reared up and struck her in the neck and shoulder, not wanting to hit her head and kill her right now. No, he would keep her alive and let her suffer some instead of being given such a merciful death.

Once he landed; all four feet on the ground and preparing for another strike, the earth began to shake under his feet. He skittered to the side, snorting loudly. What the hell? The trees around them shook, teetering treacherously and he could hear a loud thud followed by other animals shrieking in the distance. The ground in front of him began to split, a few trees toppling over along the crevice. He backed a few steps, his movements slow and unsteady as the ground continued to shake. The ground he was standing on lurched, falling a few feet and sliding a couple more and he whinnied loudly, the cry caught in the rumbling and fading away. The sounds of shifting earth began to subside, another tree falling from above and towards him. He jumped backward, the branches scraping against his side as one of his back hooves slipped and he dipped to the ground. The tree fell into the giant rip in the ground as he scrambled away from the edge and a potentially painful fall. He stared at the ground above him, a good ten foot higher than the section he stood on. He breathed deeply, the adrenaline starting to fade as his side began to throb. he risked a glance at the wound, seeing a few large, ragged tears in his side. He looked away and back to the small cliff, wondering how in the world he was going to get back up there. He had no way to know if either of the others were conscious, or even alive, considering the falling trees. He sighed again, his heart slowing as the panic slid away and he tried to calculate a way to get back on higher ground. Being trapped here would not be good. The ground shook again and he planted his feet, dirt cascading down and he could hear rocks clatter further down. He let out a breath, closing his eyes. He really needed to get off this ledge; who knew whether it would fall further or not?

// 638 words
oh no, hes stuck.
tehe.

[Black Thorns]

Sonalane leapt to the side as Ramaskith reared up, managing to catch her in the neck and shoulder on the way down. Grinning internally, Sona whipped around to strike him in the same way. Perhaps she should neuter him; wouldn't that be a wonderful thing for her love?
Just as she began to pick up her hooves- the stallion seemed to begin to do the same- the earth seemed to shake beneath her two hooves. She landed immediately, not getting in an attack like she had hoped. However, this strange quaking was taking her attention, keeping her from lurching fowards and beating her Rama to a bloody, weeping pulp. Weeping. Ramaskith would never weep. Trees began to shake with the ground, creaking andgroaning as if they were about to fall. Her Rama skittered to the side, Sonalane going back in the opposite direction. Thuds echoed through the forest, shrieks from others managing to reach them. Sona pinned her ears, swishing her tail in annoyance. Somehow the ground managed to split beside her, deepening in front of the stag before her. Snorting, she took a few staggering, unbalanced steps away from the cracks in the earth. What was happening here? She let out a whinny of fear unconsciously, instantly regretting it. Her hooves danced, fidgeting as she tried to stay out of the way of the cracks. Ramaskith seemed to do the same- though he only took a few slow, unsteady steps backwards before the ground he stood on slid down, away into the crevice. Ramaskith let out a piercing cry as it did, Sonalane only laughing in return. Let him fall! He wasn't deep enough that he couldn't ever get out. She snorted, not paying attention to the shaking trees around her- thus large branch fell on her back, gashing her side as it fell off of her. Sonalane hissed, the cut stinging with dirt and throbbing with pain. She watched as a trree fell down the crevice towards where Rama was. Sonalane sauntered fowards, looking over the edge of the crevice as she mocked him.
"You can't touch me, love!" she called, "Don't you just hate that? Hate that you can't give me what I deserve?"
She swayed by the edge, flicking her tail tauntingly. She stepped closer, rocks crumbling at her feet.
"Get up here and fight, love!" she commanded, stepping back from the unstable edge.

[lady shady]

SHEBA

She felt the ground pitch and roll under her feet, throwing her off balance. Sheba pinned her ears as she scrambled around desperately, trying to stay upright. Trees creaked and crashed around her. She smiled grimly as she heard Rama's deep whinny behind her. Her grin turned to a wicked one of pleasure through when she heard that little darling's whinny of terror. So this was one of her fears. Unfortunately, she couldn't cause a quake like this the next time they met though. But what was it about the quake that unnerved her? The falling trees? The lack of control? Perhaps if she could decipher it...
The ground shook more violently, knocking her to the ground and painfully onto her side. The quake seemed to be centered on this area, because the ground began to rip apart, large cracks tearing jaggedly through the earth. Her chunk of earth seemed to rise rapidly, jerked upwards as if on a string. It tilted steeply, and she lay back, resting her cheek against the trembling earth. Her body began to pull at the earth as the incline grew, and she felt herself begin to slide. She closed her eyes, body hungrily absorbing this power of the earth, that so unfortunately could not be harnessed. If only the earth could take form...a deep brown lover for Sheba, one with even greater power than Ramaskith. One with the power to make the little darling tremble and fear against her will. Sheba leaned into the earth, her body pressing into the dirt ravenously. If only...
However, the quaking began to slow and stop, as if it wished to defy her. After a minute, she rose and made her way to the top of the incline. Looking down, she realized that it had become a cliff. Because of its height, she had a panoramic view of the area. The land seemed to be split in chunks, uneven and torn apart. She heard shouting, and below her, a little farther off, she spotted the precious little buckskin. Below her. In her place, like she should be. Peering at her from her perch, she noticed a flash of white pacing on a lower piece of ground. Rama's jerky actions conveyed to her that he was livid, unable to get to the mare as she taunted him. She had faith that he would find a way to get up though and to destroy the mare. Her love was powerful. Ears pricked, she stood, eagerly awaiting the battle that she was sure would come.

--behind the post--
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[aPPY]

"You can't touch me, love!" He heard Sonalane say and he looked up at her shining form. "Don't you just hate that? Hate that you can't give me what I deserve?" She stepped forward, rocks falling from the edge and he snorted, ears twisting. "Get up here and fight, love!" She ordered as his vision swam and his side throbbed. The spirit swirled around inside him and he couldn't tell which thoughts belonged to who. They both wanted to get back up on higher ground, to tear into the stupid bitch who kept taunting him. He swayed slightly on his feet, immediately spreading out his legs and holding himself still. Why was he so tired all of a sudden? He looked at his stomach, seeing the lines of blood that trailed down and onto the ground, making a small, slick puddle of red in the grass and dirt. He shook his head, trying to focus; it wasn't that much, he should be fine for now. The sticky blood would stop flowing any moment anyway, no need to worry. His world swam again, images flickering where blackness should be and overlapping the present in a strange and overwhelming way. He pulling himself up, waiting for it to pass, but it didn't. He blinked rapidly, back up a step and lifting his front feet off the ground. What the hell was going on? He snorted again, pulling his legs close to his chest and twisting to the side as he became unaware of everything around him. His feet slipped from underneath him as they touched the ground and he fell to his side, his head hanging off the edge of the cliff and his body twitching as his stomach heaved with each breath. His eyes were closed and flickered under his lids as he remained restless on the ground.

Visions flickered through his mind. Horses standing around him, alert and listening and he spoke seriously, a gleam in his eyes. He stomped his foot as if to emphasize his words, although no audio was given with this playback. The internal tape reeled forward and it was he with more horses, all waiting for him to make a move. As soon as he stepped forward, with a flick of his ear, they charged ahead of him; battle cries tearing through the silence from their blood painted faces. He stood there and watched his soldiers fight, a gleaming buckskin weaving through the ranks. Could it be true, that they did really know each other? Or were the visions tainted by what she had told him earlier? He had never seen her before, not that he remembered and not in the flashes he saw before, only now. There were so many pieces missing, he couldn't be sure of the right answer. The film flickered, moving on to a different time. Blood stained the snowy ground and the ranks were dwindling. A smaller group stood before him now but still alert and waiting. They attacked again, and he watched, the opposition weak and taken down easily. They seized the land and he could see a grey figure in the distance, gently shaking his head before he reared and turned away. Rama's ears pricked. Was that the Unknown One? Was he finally beginning to put the puzzle together and repair his busted mind? Was he really grey, or were the memories just filling the blanks with anything? The thoughts slipped away with the possible memory, moving on to another one.

This time it was late spring, more warriors near him along with the buckskin mare. She stood next to him now, not with the warriors and obviously unhappy about it. He could feel her impatience and the itch to be in the action, though her swollen belly kept her away. Was it true? Were they really a pair or was it his mind just placing what she had said into his 'memories' because he truly didn't know? Such confusion, why couldn't he just remember? The flashes continued, a montage of battle scenes throughout the heat of summer, blending into fall when the colt was born and Sonalane returned to the fight. Glimpses of the grey stag lingered in his mind and he wondered if all of this was really true; really his memories starting to come back or just some game his mind was playing. Maybe it shouldn't matter, at least he was seeing something; remembering even it was just random, made up things. It was something rather than the nothing he had lived off of for the past few months. If it really was true, then where were all the warriors he saw? Why had he been alone for all of this time? Where had all of his followers gone? Why had Sonalane gone? If she truly had been his mate, why didn't she stay? What had happened to him for everyone to clear out the way they had? Flashes of the mares ticked through his mind and their actions of splitting the lands into four separate territories. That was why he never left; why he felt it would be wrong to cross over into a certain area. Though, he didn't care much anymore. Boundaries are meant to be crossed, even if they were placed to specifically keep you out. They couldn't have expected him to sit here forever, right? If they had, they were in for a rude awakening.

Ramaskith's eye lids flickered open and he slid against the dirt. He jerked his head and neck when he realized it was hanging off the cliff, his momentum sliding his body closer to the edge. He pulled himself into and upright position, his eyes rolling back as rocks slid down the crevice and he stood, skittering away. He then quickly twisted around to look at the buckskin who stood on her own edge, ten feet above him and staring down at him. "Why did you leave?" he asked, his ears twisting back once again and anger seeping into his words. A twinge of betrayal wriggled its way in there too as he stood rigid. That was the only thing that came to his mind when he had turned to look at her, even after all of her earlier screaming he had wanted to rip her throat out to silence her noisy voice. He really wanted to know. He couldn't remember what had happened after the splitting, just emptiness like before. A large black hole looming after the split and before he woke that day, with the spirit talking to him. What had happened in that time? Was no one as loyal as they appeared in those images, or had he gone mad with the boundaries set in place? He stepped forward, hating having to look up to address the one in question, "Why did you leave?" he asked again, his voice stronger now and the tone more pressing. She would answer him, even if he had to get up there and hold her to the ground until she did.

// 1189 words

Rama is confused and really wants to know what happened.
Although he is beginning to remember, he doesn't know if its real, or just something conjured from what Sona said before.
He doesn't really trust all she has to say, because he doesn't know her, OR if he did and she is who she says she is, she left him alone to fend for himself.

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[Black Thorns]

"Why did you leave?"
Sonalane's breath caught in her throat, stilling instantly. No. He hadn't just asked her that question. Had he remembered? Or was he simply playing along, hoping that she would continue on with him? She expelled whatever whatever air was left in her lungs as he asked again, stepping forwards and looking up at her. "Why did you leave?"
Sonalane let the air seep back into her lungs, beginning to breathe again. "Why did I leave...?" she repeated, mostly to herself- so quiet, so very quiet. She knew why she had left, so why was it so hard to answer? Sona squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, trying to focus, trying to decide. What should she tell him? Her teeth clenched, muscles jumping in her jaw before she relaxed it. Tell him the truth? Yes. Tell him the truth... but not the whole truth. The whole truth was a dangerous thing, something to be handled carefully, something that should never be given out freely. Something precious.
"Why did I, love? I did it because I could." Yes. That was an acceptable answer. Her voice was taunting, showing that why yes, she wasn't telling him everything- but she wasn't going to unless he made her. Sona swished her tail in a leisurely fashion, dangling a hoof over the edge of the cliff. How far down did this go? Forever? Wouldn't it be wonderful to send someone over it, watch them fall and fall and fall, hear them screaming as they tumbled endlessly into the bowels of the earth... She could see that later, maybe if that little mare ever came back. Her hoof drew back, placing itself on the edge again. Yes. She would kill her later. Her time was not now, but later, later when she was not distracted, when that mare could feel every blow, every strike and marring in her grey pelt.
In a way she must be a god- she decided who lived, who died. God! God! Oh, if she was a god, the power she could have! The things she could do! She wanted nothing but that power, the awesome strength and the fear she could inflict on whomever she chose... Why, Sonalane would do anything for that power!
"Of course... Why could I?" Sonalane murmured, her voice low enough that no-one but she and the stallion could hear.
"Why do I have that...power?" She questioned, "Surely you should have had enough to stop me from going, but you were too weak... and I, I had the power!"

--behind the post--
Short. Sucky. It's a post, though. :/

[aPPY]

"Why did I leave...?" she repeated his question quietly and he nodded once, narrowed eyes looking up at her. She better give him a good answer too, or else he wouldn't be very happy. "Why did I, love? I did it because I could." Because she could? That was not a good answer like he wanted. He snorted, stomping his hoof against the ground. Because she could?! What the hell kind of answer was that? It was a shitty answer, that's what it was. An answer to just skim the surface of a real reason, a reason worth actually knowing. We all know she was able to leave, she could leave; that doesn't mean she had to mock him and throw that kind of answer at him. That is not what he wanted to know, he wanted to know the real fucking reason, not some stupid filler reason! "Of course... Why could I?" she continued, her voice low so that he had to strain to hear her clearly. Yes! They why. He wanted to know the why, and he wasn't going to settle for this puny little answer she had given him. It was not worthy.

"Why do I have that...power? Surely you should have had enough to stop me from going, but you were too weak...and I, I had the power!" What the hell was she talking about? He was never weak! NEVER. It was foolish of her to assume so. Her, powerful? It didn't appear so. If she was so powerful, why did she come back? She was powerless without him; he was the center, the source of her self-claimed power. He sneered, eying the ground and wondering how difficult it would be to get up there. He looked back at Sona, a flash of his dark eyes. The spirit seethed inside, angry at her words also. "What, power, darling?" he asked, the last word almost comprehensible as he spoke through his teeth; his voice a growl. "You have no power without me." he stated, his nostrils flaring as he dug his flints into the ground. "No. Power."

He lunged forward, his hind end springing up like a coil and propelling him up. He cleared the cliff and barreled into Sonalane, pinning her to the ground and placing his knee against her throat. He had moved quickly, like a flash of lightning when it struck the ground. "Tell the truth," he sneered in her ear, his body vibrating with anger. The spirit jumped up and down like a little kid, happy to finally be in a position to do away with this annoying buckskin mare.

// 479 words

rama is angryyy!!!
short post. BOO. >:(

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[Black Thorns]

"What power, darling?" Ramaskith growled through clenched teeth, angered at what she had said. Oh, she had called him weak- that was certainly enough to anger anyone! With his temper, she was sure he would try to kill her. Was that such a bad thing? It certainly provided amusement; Sona was so bored lately, and it seemed as if so-one knew how to fight anymore. It was little fun to kill something that didn't fight back. Well, they fought back- but they fought as if they had never fought a day in their lives. It could be rather true, though she doubted it. Fighting was exhilarating; it didn't make sense to her that someone should choose not to continue doing so, not to sharpen their skills and refine their technique. Of course it was difficult to refine full-blown war technique, but one-on-one was a different matter. It brought her joy, it brought her training, and it brought her that power she so desperately craved. That power that Ramaskith seemed to believe she lacked...

"You have no power without me. No. Power." His hooves dug into the ground, gathering himself. Instead of moving away as she should, Sona merely stood there. He still wanted something from her.

"Oh, and I suppose you have been reigning throughout this entire time? Little word have I heard of you! No-one even speaks your name, let alone in hushed, terrified tones! You have no power. Go ahead! Cry to me that you have killed many! I have done the same! Say you've tortured, maimed, so have I! You have no followers, no worshipers, no great army! What are you? You. Are. Powerless. Why should I come to you in search of power? If I wanted to I would very well have an entire army ready to overthrow you at any moment! Who is to say that I don't? What do you have, mon ange de la torture? You have nothing! You are nothing! You have no power! You have no power over me, over anything that passes through here! Nothing! You have, you are, no-" her voice was cut off as he slammed into her side, bowling her over and placing a knee against her throat.

"Tell the truth," Rama sneered in a low, deadly tone to her. Sona let out a short, quiet laugh that rose in volume, her body shaking with it. Laughing! She couldn't help it. She couldn't stop it! She couldn't control this little giggle fit.

"Or-what?" she gasped between each fresh burst of laughter, "Y-you'll kill m-me?" The giggles still shook her as she attempted to pull them in. Laughter! It was ridiculous. Eventually her laughter died away, fading into a tense silence. Squirming, she let out a short gasp for breath. This pressure on her throat made it oh so very uncomfortable to breathe... "Mind taking this pressure off of my neck, love? Might tell you then."

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BOOO short post. >:C

[aPPY]

"Oh, and I suppose you have been reigning throughout this entire time? Little word have I heard of you! No one even speaks your name, let alone in hushed, terrified tones. You have no power. Go ahead! Cry to me that you have killed many! I have done the same! Say you've tortured, maimed, so have I! You have no followers, no worshipers, no great army! What are you? You. Are. Powerless. Why should I come to you in search of power? If I wanted to I would very well have an entire army ready to overthrow you at any moment! You have no power! You have no power over me, over anything that passes through here! Nothing! You have, you are, no-"

He would gain it all back. She says that he has nothing, but everyone else remembers. They will be afraid once they learn that he was back and ready to conquer. The only reason everyone wasn't so afraid was because he was holed up here, without his memories! Because everyone had left him! And they would pay for that. If they came crawling back to him for forgiveness, he would pound his hooves into their body and make them fight for him again. Among the lowest ranks, and when he succeeded, he would kill them all. Unloyal followers were not welcome. He would not tolerate his warriors leaving; because they didn't want to fight anymore? They had no choice! It would not be offered, and if they wanted out, he could take them out. Send them away and into the skies after much torture. They would be afraid of him again. He would be sure of it.

His attention turned back to Sonalane, who had begun to laugh at him under his grasp. He gritted his teeth and his eyes flashed with anger as he pushed down a fraction harder. Laughing at him?! Who did she think she was?! It was as if she knew that he wouldn't kill her or something. She would be in for a big surprise; he planned to kill her. Slowly. And with the way she kept angering him, his patience would snap and she would be dead by the end of the day. "Or-what? Y-you'll kill m-me?" she questioned as the laughter racked her body. "Mind taking this pressure off of my neck, love? Might tell you then." He pushed down harder with her request, almost cutting off all of her air. He glared at her. "You will speak whether it is hard for you or not," he said, his voice forcefully level but dripping with anger. "Your annoying behavior makes me question why you are still alive. You must think quickly to change my mind or you will not see the light of another day." He let off of her neck just a hair, wanting to be able to understand what she said if she chose to speak; but he put pressure on her shoulder and ribs with his body to keep her still. And if she were to begin laughing again; well then he was done and he would cut off the awful sound, permanently.

She wouldn't be of much help to him anyway. A female warrior? She would be so much weaker than the others, easily killed off. It would be easier to just kill her now instead of worrying about it later. If she didn't give him some good reason to keep her alive, he would kill her. There was no reason to put up with her nonsense and annoying little voice. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. And the spirit was happy with this train of thought as well. The sooner they killed off this buckskin mare, the sooner they could find the grey one! The sooner they could figure out what to do with that situation. Sheba was probably far away by now and he'd have some time finding her, but he would find her eventually. She wasn't going to get away that easily; especially now that he had some incentive to finding her, instead of just killing her. Though, killing her was good enough. He didn't need Sona at all, so why was he keeping her alive?

It was because she was the only key to his lost memories that he had. The only one know possibly knew what had happened to him. Unless she was making it all up. And that's what was so frustrating! He didn't know if she told the truth or not! So how was he supposed to know if these memories he was suddenly getting back, were actually real? Or just his imagination because this stupid mare was feeding him something he could actually grasp and work with. Something that might make some sense, but he wouldn't know if it were truth or lies? He stared down at the mare, flashes of her in his possibly fake memories lingering in the back of his mind; mixed with visions of her head cracked open and he brain smeared across the ground. What was the god damned truth?! Would he ever really know?

// 760 words (without the huge quote at the top; 886 with)

Rama hates Sona.
Because he doesn't know if she is feeding him lies, or the truth.
and she mocks him and laughs at him and he doesn't like that. >.>

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[Black Thorns]

"You will speak whether it is hard for you or not. Your annoying behavior makes me question why you are still alive. You must think quickly to change my mind or you will not see the light of another day."

Well, wasn't he a bit full of himself? Sona gagged, unable to breathe until he removed pressure from her neck. He did so, pushing instead on her ribs and shoulder. Well. It didn't help all that much, but it was some. Who knows; he could zone out or something (He tended to do that sometimes) and she'd get away. For now, though... For now, she would humour him. Sona rolled her eyes, shifting her head into a bit more comfortable position. It wasn't as if she couldn't hurt him if she wanted to. She just wouldn't, not right now. He was too angry with her and she was too... not. She wasn't feeling the need to fight at the moment, otherwise the roles would surely be reversed.

"Leaving, that's what you want to know. Why I left," Sona began, letting out a sigh. She had to take breaths far more often than she normally did; it was rather irritating... "Well. Seeing as I don't feel like fighting at the moment, I guess it'll be best if I do tell." She wasn't working quickly, but she was getting there. She'd be dead now, really, if he was this infuriated, she was so off of her game as of now, and he didn't want anything from her.

"It was nighttime, a few days after the end of the war. The official end, anyways; there were still the fighters who didn't know and kept on trying to fight. They were few, now, and I had told you to rest. You needed it. You argued at first, saying I should be the one to rest; it was my turn, anyways. You needed it more. So you slept soundly, sounder than ever before. I stood there for some time, simply... thinking. Everything was gone. I had been born into a world focused on war and war alone; here it was where everything I knew, loved, loved with had left. Everything I knew was gone. We weren't leader as we had planned; instead of all of the lands ruling under your- and my- name, they were split into four. You had only the east, not even as much land as we had before the war began. Everything had gone wrong. All I had left was you, and even though you still wanted war- so did I- we weren't able to begin again. One had just ended. It would take time, years I didn't have to spare as you did- you are unaging, whereas I grow older each passing second. Not to mention we had very, very little warriors left. Almost all of us had died, though we still had more horses left in our land than anyone else did. Everything was so changed, now. I had nothing anymore. I had no warriors to lead into battle, I had no fights save for the few that came back to fight us- which had stopped, for the most part. It would be peaceful. It wouldn't be a world of war anymore. With war comes death, and I was dying. Slowly. I was dying as every one of us dies. Aging. I needed another war, I needed one... but you couldn't do that, not now. You could rebuild an army no matter how long it took you; unless you suffered from fatal wounds you would never die... And I would. I would die long before you ever did, and it wasn't as if you could make me live forever. You didn't have access to the elixir. Only the mares did. I wouldn't have anything, anymore. Surely there was nothing left for me here. I took one last look at you- you were still sleeping soundly. I was hesitant, at first, hesitant about leaving. The warriors had before; they were suffering as I was. Everything they had lived for, hoped to be, it was all ripped away in an instant. Slowly, I reached out and stepped forwards. Then another step. Another. Another. You weren't waking up, you weren't stopping me. You couldn't stop me, could stop the others. Another, another. Heavy steps. Steps that I knew would change everything. And it felt so good. I was leaving you. You woke, then, you shouted for me. I could only just hear you. I thought about going back, then, but decided against it. I was gone now. I could find fights of my own, go out and fight with anyone, everyone I found. I needed it, needed fighting. And I knew you couldn't give it to me anymore, just as all of your other warriors had known. It was pointless to stay. There was nothing left for me besides you- and if I needed someone, I could find someone else. Find someone else and kill them soon after. That, love, would be why I left," Sona sighed, "Are you happy now?"

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853 words. Meh.
There's a quote for ya. xD
Kind of a sucky reason. But meh.