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The ground trembled beneath pounding hooves. Hundreds of hooves, racing to one place. The Alliance was getting closer, led by the silver one. Silver Mist. I stood proud at the ledge, both of my foals hidden safely in the ravine below. The massive cloud of dust surged forward, and the equine causing it halted right before me. Silver Mist glanced first at me, then back to her army. Words were exchanged. It was obvious she was wondering where my army was... and where He was. The Alliance assured me no harm would come to me or my foals, as long as I didn't fight and surrendered Him. But I don't know where he is. I thought, but instead let out a laugh. You'll all be dead in a moment, and I would never turn him over to you. I shouted, staring across at my hundreds of opponents. But where is He? Where did He go? How am I supposed to fight this battle alone? He left me, abandoned me to deal with his mess... he didn't love me, he never did. He just used me. Spiritspawn. I whispered, pinning my ears and rearing up. I drew in a deep breath, feeling no fear... just remorse for letting him get at me... and then, I charged the mass. For I am an army of one, fighting for two. The group before me parted, swallowing me into it's center. Hooves clashed, teeth struck, flesh tore and blood spilled. They kept coming at me, an army on all sides seeking to destroy me... and succeeding. I swallowed back the pain, and glanced at the ledge... Tempest and Tombstone's Revenge, my twins, stood there... watching... and between them was him. Spiritspawn. Their father, laughing at my effort, with Gravecraze at his side. Gravecraze murmured something, and Spiritspawn nodded and charged down. The army disappeared like magic... and I fell before Spirit's knee, staring up at his heartless face. Why..? Spiritspawn, help me... I managed, my voice weak from blood lost. i was pleading. With pleasure. He laughed, raising a dinner plate sized hoof. My eyes went wide with horror and disbelief, as it came crashing down. Mother! Tombstone cried out, and then... it was over. It all went black, as my soul drifted from the scene...

DreamWeaver

A soft breeze ran overhead, though no birdsong danced alongside it. This land... it was too destroyed, too full of memories, too ravaged to be accompanied by anything but death. Death had destroyed it, claimed it, morphed it and molded it to be exactly what those who wandered upon it would expect. Hell. The depression in the land almost seemed metallic, as if the debris from the meteor had exploded, and that's where the celestial body had decided to call home. A single dead tree stood at the lip to the decline, it's branches sagging in a sad display of effort, while on one of it's few branches sat a condor. His black eyes searched the land greedily for an easy meal, one that life would begin to fade from and eventually completely disappear. For it seemed to happen quite often that way, death reeked within the bottom of that pit. Then again, it could just be the burning smell that filled the air, polluting it so that one would almost expect to see glimpses of smog rising from the depths. That is, until you felt what it was like to be within hell... to feel all the dead and lost souls groping for a way out, eager to pull you down if it meant they may save themselves...

Deep within the smoldering center of the terrain, one could simply attempt to see what lay beneath the curtain of deception that cradled one's vision. Upon the ledge of the pit lay a mare, deep within slumber, while a nightmare haunted her. White legs struck out in anxiety, her teeth clacking though her muzzle never parted. Muscles spasmed, as though the maiden felt thousands of teeth tearing the hide from her skin. Her whole body tensed, and after a moment, relaxed completely. That is, until her ice blue eyes flashed open. The mare was pregnant with despair, believing the nightmare had been reality. Her eyes searched the surroundings quickly, once, twice as if she couldn't believe what she was looking at. Her nostrils flared wide, breathing heavy and ragged... then she realized, it was the dream. The same dream she had been having for months, perhaps nearly a year. A sigh shook the petite equine's body, her eyes closing as she awaited the pace of her heart to slow to something more comfortable and acceptable, only then could she assess the situation she now found herself in.

Free of the dreams, with her beater down to normal once more, she opened her eyes and studied the surroundings, fully taking it in for the first time. White legs picked the Arabian mass up from the ground, nary a struggle in each movement she made. From the moment she stood, her ancestry could not be denied. An arched neck held a proud dished head high, as it swung slowly to look over her back and into the pit. An ashen forelock curved and tumbled freely down her face, covering one ice blue eye from view, whilst the other surveyed with minor interest. A cream hind hoof was cocked, her black, brown and white tail held high in the dominance she simply assumed, no matter where she was. The chestnut paint was the picture of innocence, though her heart simply didn't match. That hide stood out against the dead surroundings, petite body turning to adjust her view, so that the maiden was facing the incline dead on. One wouldn't be able to tell if she was impressed by the land's transformation or disgusted, as her eyes showed nothing relating to her thoughts and soul. As far as she was concerned, she no longer had one.

Silence surrounded her fragile body, hooves picking their way carefully down the steep incline. The stench greeted her flared nostrils, though no disgust crossed the patterns of her face, her eyes trained upon her footing. Rocks tumbled down before her, unearthed from their resting place by her scrambling hooves as she slid down. One such rock caught her hind leg, and the minuscule wench slipped. Her body slid down the rest of the incline, landing at the bottom with a thud. Her eyes closed against the shock, she simply lay at the ledge's end and regained her breath. Finally, the maiden stood up once more, shaking the debris loose from her hide. A slight limp in her gait, the vixen continued on her trek to the center of the pit, still silent in regards to her voice. Her mind, however, was anything but quite. It rambled on with unvoiced thoughts, dreadfully fixated upon love and Spiritspawn. How could I have been so foolish and given my heart away so easily? The object was to play the game... get the power, and be a success. But... I fell in love. Her regrets upon that matter were deep, though her conviction not to fall in love once more? Only time would tell how that would hold up.

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sorry =x getting back into the swing of DreamWeaver after a two year hiatus from her is proving difficult... the quality of this post totally blows

[Ghost Raider]

G H O S T R A I D E R
If only, If only

<sub>The deep colored Aztecan brute strode easily onto the lands of the unknown. His gate was almost graceful, though he wished that it wasn't. Each hoof fall fell with a quiet thud as it hit the sodden earth. Twin towers swiveled about atop of his thick skull searching for any minuscule sound. Deep brown liquids scanned the landscape, and yet he found nothing. His thinkbox began to wonder and the demonic souls swirled around him. He was never alone. The brute could never be alone, even if he wanted to.

The ghosts that seemed to haunt everyone else in this world, found secruity in him. Why? Well, he wasn't exactly sure. Some may call it a curse, but as for Raider, he calls it a gift. Having control over something, anything at all, always makes someone feel somewhat important. Lids slid over his liquids slowly, nostrils flared searching for any other sign of equine life in these god forsaken lands. It was seemed to be nothing but a pit of despair. What really brought him into this place anways? Perhaps it was the fact that his muscular pillars just carried him here without a thought in the world.

A sweet aroma filled his nostrils. It was one that was well known. But really? Why was she even here? Then again he could say the same to himself. His carcass churned and headed towards the aroma, bringing him closer to the pit. The brute stood high and mighty. Like he always did. It was almost like he was too prideful to even think about lowering his status. Gaze fell 'pon the arabic fae. A malicious smirk spread across his facials as memories flooded into this thick skull. Well, if it isn't the infamous Dreamweaver lyrics hissed out towards the fae. The brute stood at the pit's edge, forcing a few rocks and earth to fall down into its depths.
ooc:no worries...can't say my post is any better...kinda distracted at the moment</sub>

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DreamWeaver

My gaze flashed up, to the top of the pit, as a coy smirk slid across my muzzle. I watched as the rocks he displaced tumbled down, crashing against my hooves. Oh, Raider. I've been wondering where you've been. Won't you come down and play? My voice played out, a smirk sliding into place on my pink muzzle. This stallion was one I could get along with, perhaps one of my only friends. This stallion... he was different than the others, in that he can summon ghosts. And that's just what I wanted at the moment. I turned my gaze back to the smoldering center of the land, and back to Raider. It's a bit like hell down here, so many screaming and lost souls... I'm sure you'll pick up a few new ghosts. That's particularly what I wanted. I wanted to see the dead swirling about their master, discern the faces and decipher which ones I know. I want to see the ghosts of those I've killed and those I've known...

I want to see the ghost of Spiritspawn. To know he's dead, so that I can finally move on with my life. I wanted to see his ghost, and shame him for leaving me. But I also didn't want to see it. I didn't want to know my lover had parted from this world, that there was still hope... both conflicting thoughts and desires, so that I don't know what I want. I know I can ask Raider for this favor, he'd do favors for me... he just wouldn't trust me. That's the relationship we have, bitter-sweet. It's actually kind of interesting. Raider, Raider, Raider. I have a favor to ask of you, and also some news. I declared, facing the Azteca once more. Silver Mist died, she's gone on to be a spirit in the Afterlife. Her daughter, Satarah, is under my care... though she does tend to stray a lot, like now. What did you want that little filly for, anyways? Maybe I could give her to him in exchange for my favor? Yes, I know, I'm cruel and knifing and manipulative... but I wouldn't be me unless I was.

[Ghost Raider]

G H O S T R A I D E R
What are your plans?

<sub>The devilish smirk toyed with the brute's kissers as his auds filled with the sound of the fae's voice. A "brow" seemed to raise at the request of her words and a small shake of his skull was given. Hmm just like old times? Their relationship wasn't one of great trust, but for some reason the brute seemed a little drawn to her. More than others. It was probably because of her personality, but Raider knew better than to get attached to anything. At the moment, just being somewhat of a friend to her was he was asking for. You are right on the fact that it is a bit like hell down there. If you don't mind me asking, why is it that you really want me to come down. I'm sure that it isn't because you need rescueing? lyrics were a little sarcastic, but the Aztecan brute never really could figure out Dreamweaver's ways.

Thick pillars churned beneath his carcass. Thoughts swirled about in his skull. Did he really want to go down there? A few of the ghosts and demonic souls flew about him almost wanting to push him down the edge of the pit. He moved nothing but a few feet and turned back towards the maiden as she began to speak to him again. Surprise, she had remembered about the silly little foal. Thank God. Silver Mist is finally dead. Isn't that what she wanted though? Gaze flickered from ghost to ghost, but Silver Mist hadn't showed up. Maybe she would much rather remain hidden then come out and join the rest of them. Raider's mind moved back towards the fae and her question as to what he really wanted with the filly. I just wanted to put Silver Mist through hell. I also came to believe that the little filly had much power stored up within her. I also didn't want another do gooder in this world. Why are you so curious about my actions, Dreamweaver? lryics spoke out with a harsh undertone, holding the venom that they always seemed to do.

Without waiting for her response the brute skidded down the sides of the pit and ended up standing infront of the Arabic vixen. Those striking blue eyes seemed to stare right through, but wasn't that normal? The brute shook the dust from his hide and focused back on Dreamweaver. A few of the dead souls from the pit seemed to come up and find comfort in Ghost Raider. Twin towers were listening, waiting for the vixen to speak as his lids covered those deep brown eyes. Taking in everything, the new comers placing their hate, pain and anything else they had to offer onto Raider. It took it in like a foal takes in a mother's milk. It was almost like it was nourishing him, the only thing keeping him alive.</sub>