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Yiska wondered through the thick fog, barely being able to see his own nose it was so thick.He just walked and walked, not knowing where he were going or if he were just walking around in a ten foot circle. How was he supposed to know if he could not see where the heck he was. Yiska was becoming worked up over the situation, causing himself to get all panicky, his breathing hastened causing his heart to beat faster. He tried to calm himself down. But his mind was playing horrid tricks on him. The fog rolling around didn't help, it caused his fear to spring into action. Heart pumping faster. shapes began to loam out of the mist, strings noises echoed around him. His panic and fear deepened, heart racing so fast it felt as if at any time it would pop on right out of his chest, leaving another deep hole. He coward as a large dark shadow loomed over his head, getting bigger as it moved closer to him. Fear took him at that moment. he tried to run, but his legs would not move, he had lost control by all means.
He stood...waiting. Waiting for the moment he would be taken captive again, to be hidden away in that horrid cave with no food, no daylight. He began hyperventilating, everything seemed to go into fast forward, and at that he hit the ground and all lights, or what light there was under all the fog, and blackness shrouded him...

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Aria slowly walked through the thick fog, this was normal for her, and she knew her way around like the back of her hand. Treading silently through the thick underbrush, she whisked her silvery tail, the dense fog hiding her unusual coat. Her one blue eye searching for nothing.

Her ears swivvled as there was another sound besides the her own deep breathing, and her nostrills flared, smelling a stallion, she whisked her tail.
'Another horse? Here?'

She silently moved towards the new creature, her right eye watching the spot where the stag stood, she felt a little scared herself, having a blind eye. She whinnied out to him, making sure not to frighten him. Her eye sight was easilly adjusted to this and she walked forward, nudging his nose.

'Hello. I am Aria.'
She could sense his fear and she relaxed more herself. She towered over his meek 15.1hh, and she stepped back, not wanting to frighten him.
'I can help you get out of here.'

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Aria said softly, motioning to this place.

Should she trust him this soon though?

Yes.

No.

Yes.

No.

She was having her own war inside her head, but she smiled softly to the stag, curiously watching him.
Would she help him? She didn't know......
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Ramaskith carefully walked forward, moving through the trees and into the foggy meadow. One could not see very far in front of themselves, the mist obsuring everything. He was favoring his leg a bit, trying not to as much as possible. To appear weak was to be weak. He was not weak. He was learning to just ignore the pain, though sometimes he would move too fast and immediately still as if he were a statue as the pain shot through his body. It was strange to watch, he assumed, his large grey frame stilling so quickly and stiffly before carefully stepping forward at such a slow motion that someone would think a "pause" button has been pressed, followed by a frame by frame.

He gently shook his head; his empty head. The spirit had disappeared after the fight with Sonalane, though it was if the creature had melded with his own thoughts, where he assumed he was in the first place, before the fall. After he had fallen and forgotten everything, the spirit had materialized in his brain as his own way to cope with his anger and failure, and now he didn't need the bothersome voice to get things done. He knew who he was, who he was destined to be, and what he would have to do to get there. The spirit wasn't needed to push him forward and tell him what to do, Rama could do it on his own. In a way, the being was still there, he just didn't have a voice any longer.

Rama continued to walk, his head held high and ears alert for other creatures hidden in the mist. Who knew what was lurking in these shadows? He heard someone whicker in the distance, turning and stopping. He snorted, ears perked and listening. Lovely, someone to talk to. He started to walk towards the other one, unable to tell whether it was male or female, scents also obsured by the moisture filled mist. "Hello. I am Aria." He heard someone say. So it was a female, with someone else? She had to have been addressing someone standing near her, Ramaskith's figure easily blending into the fog surrounding them. He finally got close enough to make out two equine shapes, one almost as tall as he and the other much shorter. "I can help you get out of here." Oh? And why would they want to do that? It wasn't so bad here, was it? He could tell that the shorter one, a male, was frightened. Rama took a second to scan his surroundings. He supposed someone might be a little scared if they didn't know what lay beyond the mist. Even the mare smelled of fear, even if just a little bit.

"May I help you?" he asked suddenly, his voice booming through the mist as he slowly stepped forward, revealing himself. He walked slowly and without a limp, or any indication that he was seriously hurt; only signs of his previous battle were the scabbing slashes across his bodice, neck and head. He looked intimidating and very much like a fighter, that paired with the slow and deliberate motions made him appear in control. He stood tall, not particularly liking how close to his own height the mare was; though with the way he held himself and the air he carried, he appeared much larger. "I do believe I can help you get where you need to go, though I have to say, Orientalis isn't as bad as it may appear."

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whats with all of the "_98" posts? seems like that's all i keep posting. o.O
Rama is in an unusually .. neutral mood.
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Aria waited patiently for him to reply.
She stiffened when a booming voice sounded.

'May I help you?'
Aria glanced over. Rama stepped forward. He supported deep injuries, though he didn't act like it.
She dipped her head slowly, she knew who he was. The Alpha. And a fierce one.

'I do believe I can help you get where you need to go, though I have to say, Orientalis isn't as bad as it may appear.'
Aria blinked her right eye, watching him catiously. She was not scared of this place, but of standing between two stag's she didn't know she could trust, be she relaxed and smiled slightly.
'No, my lord. He-'

[/i] Aria motioned with her head, 'I think, would like some help out of here, but I can't say because I'm not him. On the other hand, I'm good, thank you. I tend to stay here, and here only, I call it my home.' Aria said, smiling slightly again, whisking her silvery tail from side to side, her unusual coat glinting, even in the dense fog.

Aria found herself surprised to see that Rama wasn't much taller then her, and she lowered her head, even more, in respect.
She didn't know what to do- or say. She waited, one of them needed to respond. She could feel the tension in the air, but she was relaxed, her eye soft, as it flickered back from Rama, to the other stag, and back again.

Aria heared a low, deep howl somewhere far away, and her ears swivvled towards the sound, hear ears slightly flatened in annoyance. Why now? Oh well. It was too far away to worry, at least for now.
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"No, my lord. He-" she paused, indicating the creature she was speaking of, "I think, would like some help out of here, but I can't say because I'm not him. On the other hand, I'm good, thank you. I tend to stay here, and here only, I call it my home." Ramaskith regarded the mare with new interest, turning slightly to face her. He didn't much care for the stallion that stoof there, his fear wafting off him like the stench of dead skunk. "Do you, mon cher?" he asked, tilting his head to the side questioningly. "And how to you intend to benefit me? I do not just hand out protection and shelter for nothing in return," he slowly scanned her body, looking for strength underneath the pale coat. She was tall, almost as tall as he, only shorter by a fraction. This, he didn't particularly like, but it might be of some good in the future. He could see the muscles pull and coil when she moved her legs, though he didn't know if they got much use. She seemed very trusting and not affected by the wars; living a relatively simple life. He could see traces of egyptian heritage in her figure, but thankfully it didn't seem to have lended the genes to her bones. They appeared solid, not thin and spindley like what the arabians were damned with. Though, her mane and tail appeared very, very long. That wouldn't do. Though, all of his warriors would be required to shear their manes and shorted their tails. There would be nothing to pull on during battle except for skin and flesh.

His ears perked forward as he heard the sounds of wolves in the distance, howling before the left their homes for the night. He turned his head sharply to look at the stallion and took a step towards the small creature. "You know, you can either come with me effrayé oiseau, or be at the mercy of those scavengers working their way towards us right now; led by the scent of your fear." Ramaskith then turned swiftly, wincing unnoticeably before walking off into the mist. "You better make your choice now, mes amis, before I disappear into the mist and you are lost to this land with no escape," he called over his shoulder, adding a laugh at the end. He knew the mare, Aria he though she had said her name was, before he had appeared out of the fog, he was pretty sure she would follow. Though, the stallion he had his doubts. With the right training, he could learn to turn his fears into anger and then into physical blows. Perhaps then he could be a good warrior, but now he was just an empty shell that needed to be molded.

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lalala. thinkthinkthink.
hohummm.

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A large Mare popped out of the shadows and mist, causing Yiska to back away. MAre he shuddered at the thought, grinding his teeth. MAres always caused Yiska to get angry, confused, nervous and scared. His past never really helped with this, for it was the reason of all these emotions. She spoke kind words to him. To trust or not to trust...?
He watched the large one with fear in his eyes. He couldn't speak to her, no matter how kind she seemed, he just could never trust a mare ever again. He stood frozen from fear, not moving, not speaking, just trembling.
He could hear movement far of in the distance, and another near by, this one had a strange rhythm, injured perhaps. The movement got closer and closer to the two, then as if he appeared from no where, a large stallion broke into the small circle. His injuries were pretty bad, though he seemed to try and ignore them the best he could. He watched the two carefully, the stallion was just and inch or so bigger then her. Yiska could tell he had issues, he noticed he made himself appear bigger, blowing himself out, possibly keeping his mind at ease. It made Yiska feel a little at ease, not having to worry much about the stallion seeing as he was much, much smaller then him, he would not see Yiska as a challenge. Though this stallion sure was interested in the larger than normal mare. he shuddered again and took a step back, finally finding his feet. Fear not blocking his nerves. The stag spoke directly too him "You know, you can either come with me effrayé oiseau, or be at the mercy of those scavengers working their way towards us right now; led by the scent of your fear." Yisk could now hear the calling of the wolves, the pack ever encroaching on them. He would not see where they were coming, just be able to wait and listen out. He knew the stag meant well, he just showed it in a bad way. He watched as they began to walk away. Be eaten by wolves or find safety with this stag and mare. He knew his place, and began to follow shortly behind, Not finding it too hard to stay in their vision.

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Aria meerly glanced at the small stag. She had her ears back, listening for the wolves, who, could most likely sense the fear coming off the small stag like a gushing river.

'Do you, mon cher? And how to you intend to benefit me? I do not just hand out protection and shelter for nothing in return.'
Aria bowed her bald face, her long silvery forelock covering her blind eye.
'Yes, I am sorry, my lord.'

Aria heared another long, low howl up at the now brightly-shining moon, it reflected of her pelt, making it look slightly dappled. The fog had somewhat cleared, rare for this area.
She watched Rama's head snap up at the howl, and he spoke quickly.

'You know, you can either come with me effrayé oiseau, or be at the mercy of those scavengers working their way towards us right now; led by the scent of your fear.'

[/i] Aria watched Rama then turned swiftly, wincing unnoticeably before walking off into the mist. 'You better make your choice now, mes amis, before I disappear into the mist and you are lost to this land with no escape.
He laughed and slowly started moving away.

Aria pawed her sharp hoof against the dirt. Should she follow? If she did she would most likely be turned into a warrior, a life of bloodshed. And one wrong move she could be killed -weather by her apponent, or Rama himself, she didn't know, both were possible. If she decided to stay away she could continue with her life. It was deffinatly a very hard choice. She flicked her long silvery tail, her ears swivvling around at all the new sounds, the wolves were getting closer, and she could run and go back to her normal life or go with Rama. What to do.. what to do....
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Ramaskith slowly walked forward, not pausing to see if they would follow. He could sense the stag trailing behind him and he smiled to himself. The creature may not say much, but at least he knew the right thing to do. Rama didn't quite like the nervousness that shed off of the animal like a winter coat in spring, but in time, perhaps he could turn that nervousness into actions. After all, he had been able to take Sona's anger and make it fuel her attacks, this would be no different. The stallion must have some built up animosity towards something or someone to be so nervous. You didn't just get that way, something had to provoke it. The cold autumn air washed around him, cooling his skin from the humidity as he walked through the mist. The mare wasn't following him, he knew, but he wasn't going to wait for her. He just kept walking, and if she chose not to follow, then that was her problem. His form was quickly disappearing into the fog, easily blending into the white air.

He walked for a while, coming to the spot he was looking for. He had found it after the fall, exploring his lands and trying to get a feel for everything once again. It must have been a secret area he had used for training before, and for hiding when the enemy forces had invaded. The ground sloped down, into a tunnel. One wouldn't see it unless they knew it was there, the mist and fog heavily obscuring it. He calmly walked down, the tunnel feeling a tad claustrophoic and then opening up once they were far enough in. The secret bunker was very large, sitting under the ground. The air was cool and musty, the smells of wet dirt and dust covering everything. The ground beneath them was soft with soil, the ceiling solid above them. He had no idea how this place had been formed, whether it was just there or he had made it himself with his army, but it was here, and it was most definitely useful. The large ivory stag stopped in the middle of the room, slowly turning to look at the small stallion whom had decided to follow him.

"Your name," he said emotionlessly, waiting for the creature's title. He must call him something, he guessed, instead of continuing to call him "frightened bird." He hoped he would no longer deserve that title once he was finished with him; turning into a fine warrior to fight for his cause.

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its poop. D:
i hate this post. its so bad. >:|

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Yiska willingly followed the stag. Though he had no idea where they were headed,nor if he were to be trusted. The walk was long and blinding. He had no idea how they had manage to find their way in this area. The fog to thick to see much. But then again maybe it was just his eyes hadn't acclaimed to it yet. perhaps they had learnt how to look through the fog.
Yiska stopped dead as the stag lead him into a tunnel. He couldn't move another step, not even one. To walk through the tunnel could possibly be the end of him. The longer he stared at it, the more his mind played tricks with him. The tunnel sides seemed to shrink and grow, as if they were lungs breathing in and out. Yiska gulped trying not to think of those days. He shook his head trying to re-focus his mind. He glanced to the tunnel again, As a voice boomed through. "Your name," Yiska jumped and dived into a nearby bush, quivering with fear. He couldn't do it, he just could not go through that tunnel, no matter what. he would rather succumb to the wolves than do so.
Yiska knew whos voice it had been, walking out of the bush he replied back. His voice wavered slightly. "I'm...i'm Yisss.... Yiska, aanndd... I ... Cant go through ther" Though scared his voice was soft and gentle to the ears, one that if was not shrouded with fear, you would find on a confident being. Now feeling a little bit more at ease, he edge to the opening and peered inwards, though it was deemed pointless for it was so dark inside you couldn't tell where it ended or how wide it really were.

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Sobrius watched silently through the trees as the Lord passed, the ground he walks on stained with blood of millions he could never see and glowing red with the devil's holiness. It coated him though none could see, his mouth ran with death. Each passing moment was agony to the souls who lived but never touched, the blood running in thick streams from the stag's pale lips. Torture... This stag reeked of torture! Sobrius watched without moving, suppressing each moment, each vision of the stag. He was clean, now, clean on the surface, but Death surrounded him in a shimmering veil that encompassed whoever spoke a word, thin tendrils reaching and joining to whatever spoke to him. They spread, thin as a finely pared thread, moving all about him and only breaking when the death of its partner occurred. Another drop of crimson on his pelt...

Oh puppet-boy, you will make such a wonderful plaything for the Lord! You must serve him! Oh, the Lord! The King! The God, the partner of Death himself! Oh, oh, oh may you dance for him a thousand times over! The strings yanked, throwing his head up into the air and forcing him to take a step backwards in order not to fall over. GO! GO NOW! they screamed, shoving and pulling and prodding at him. He stumbled forwards, breaking twigs and crunching on leaves as he fought to keep his balance. No! He didn't want to, didn't want to!

We want you to, puppet-boy! You must do as we say! they commanded, slashing into his side as he stilled. He had been rather noisy, so very loud! Oh should the blood spill upon the purest white of the Lord, why, he should never be forgiven...

Sobrius watched, intrigued, trying to keep from letting the noises of the dozens annoy him. He didn't need them right now. They would only harm him... The horses stood at the entrance to the tunnel he so feared. A mare, a stallion, and the Death, Lord Ramaskith.

Perhaps Death would grant him the joy of serving.

Perhaps even he didn't want the little puppet boy...


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Sobrius is chilling. In his weird, insane way.