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Tombstone's Revenge

Too long he's been away.

Wandering the lands, discovering new ones, learning about life and what makes it so. Bonds had been made and broken, friends lost and found. Of course, a friend in his book was different from others definitions. A friend was someone you'd kill quickly and as painlessly as possible, while still relishing in a new death, a new soul to be added to the bank of ghosts that soul benders carried around. That was always fun. Reuniting with the spirit of one who could not harm you, while you'd taken their body from them... something they could never get back. Unless, of course, one possessed the power of resurrection, and only one did on the lands he'd passed through. A power she could only use once... a power owned by Silver Mist. But if the trees whispered truth and Silver Mist's foal really was dead, that power would most likely be gone soon. Let's face facts here. A mother's love is the strongest of all powers, which might explain why Tombstone's Revenge had been disowned and banished. The reasons? He'd fallen in love, that was his father's complaint, while his mother's lie in the story of how her daughter and heiress, Tempest, had been murdered by her heiress's twin brother. That killed all hope of a new Feared One being crowned in the family. Yet that can't be true, otherwise, why would they want him back, even if he'd refused the invitation?

A mother's love and the need to finish his father's work.

His father, SpiritSpawn, had given Tombstone's Revenge much of his strengths and ambitions. Tombstone desired bloodshed, anguish, horror... macabre. Now that desire could be filled elsewhere, yet these lands... his new home... had a legacy. The cold had since grown into a stallion over the passing years, his age now three. He would be surprised to learn his mother had attained the age of six, so her body was older than his, yet held a younger feel to it. Not that it matters. The colt himself had grown into a handsome stallion none-the-less, his looks a mix between his parents. The Friesian body came from genes donated from his sire, including the long wavy locks, even though they were stained black. Thick feathers surrounded massive hooves, nightly hues crept up his legs to his knees, a black blaze running to his nostrils from between his two dark blue eyes. That dark hue claimed his shoulder blades, yet the rest was the purest white. The only hints of the behemoth's crossbreeding was the colors, and dark blue eyes. One would think Friesian and Paint, yet Arab, Quarter and Rocky Mountain tainted his bloodlines as well. Liquid grace was an inheritance from his mother, every movement precise, beautiful, seductive, and strangely lethal. Even he has to admit it, he owes a lot to his bloodlines, yet his personality, his desires? They were all his own.

As they very well should be.

Evidence of his travels lay in the beast that tread beside him. An impossibly large, improbably colored wolf. It possessed the same dark blue eyes as Tombstone, the same strange markings, equine-like. A white blaze, shoulders, and stockings. His tail was white, as was his chest and stomach, the rest resulting in black. The male walked purposefully alongside Tombstone, fully aware of his value on Earth and in life's purpose. The wolf came up to Tombstone's knees, his large paws half the size of the horse's hooves, betraying no fear as was likewise of the horse. Friends were killed, yet the wolf was in a new class. Family. Only three non-related creatures belong in this class. Wiccan's Rede, Midnight Sonata, and Raisur himself. Each found each other during travel, each dedicated to one another in ways that seemed impossible between species. Sonata and Raisur were mates, Wiccan and Tombstone lovers, yet Tombstone still remembered another. Naussica. His first true love, even though he betrayed her and she no longer held value in her heart, or so he thought, and had gone on to find new 'loves' and 'family,' but never 'friends.' Old bonds die when two cannot be united once more. On the boarder of these new lands, the wolf and equine stopped. Neither looked at each other, for both were transfixed by the demonic lands Tombstone planned to make his own. But the silence held something deeper.

Intense pain.

Well. For the first time in the journey, Tombstone spoke. Ironic that it was at the journey's end. His word told of the unbearable torture his soul was enduring as it ripped at both of them and dissolved every ounce of contentment the duo possessed. I know. Raisur, the wolf, replied. Both held deadly voices, yet the sadness within those malicious tones was heavy. Once standing side by side, now the large brute of a wolf walked forward and turned to stand before Tombstone's Revenge. The stallion raised his head, his neck arching at an impossible angle, anticipating the next moment. The wolf shifted weight to his hinds, his fores lifting from the ground and placing themselves on Tombstone's chest. Together, each white paw completely covered Tombstone's broad draft chest. The wolf's head bent as well, the two pressing their skulls together. Identical blazes seemed to blend, dark blue eyes gazing at one another's. Think like a wolf. Battle like a wolf. Listen for my nightly song like a horse. Raisur stated, then became thoughtful. On second thought, listen like a wolf. Your horse senses aren't so sharp, though i will say you're stronger than I. A wolfish smirk slipped across his muzzle, Tombstone's eyes shinning with unsaid laughter. I'll miss you, brother. Don't stray far, and maybe my equine nose will sense you. Tombstone replied.

Impossible.

The two would have laughed, would it not be the severity of their departure. If it was allowed, Raisur would stay, yet other wolves were absent here. While being a lone wolf with his pack-mate was beyond great, he knew he had to depart. Wordlessly, the wolf slid off Tombstone's chest, his claws leaving blood trails down his chest where the flesh had been severed in good-bye. The brute turned tail, first padding, then breaking into a fluid lope. Tombstone watches as his best friend began to grow smaller, just before vanishing, the wolf turned and glanced back. The behemoth stud responded by rearing, his hide gleaming in the moonlight as locks were tossed by the careless wind. His forelegs slashed at the air, feathers swarming. Raisur sat on black haunches, white tail wrapping around his legs and his head tilted back. His muzzle parted, an earsplitting and bloodcurdling howl raising into the air. Tombstone accompanied him with the stallion's lethal scream, obvious warning in both wolf and stallion's voices as they each partook in the claiming tones. As it faded to silence, Tombstone returned to all fours and watched mournfully as Raisur slipped into the shrubs and vanished from view, then turned his gaze over the lands they had just announced presences together. Even though Tombstone would roam it alone.

And he was pleased.

Fog rose up from the ground, gray-green in lethal omen. Bare trees creaked and groaned with every movement they made, as if their limbs were to snap off at any given moment. The lands seemed devoid of life, yet that might be due to the eerie entrance and chilling good-bye of the two. Bones covered the ground, skeletons speaking of better times. Times when life wasn't hard and one could easily make a living. A river cut through the center, jagged with steep sides that fell straight down to the rocky bottom. That bottom, with it's rapid water and gaping jaws of rock, ran with the hue of pure red. At discovery, that was startling and gave way to many theories, until the red clay and sand at the bottom was noticed and blame could be lay on that instead. Oh, was he pleased with his discovery of the landscape that had eluded his focus upon entrance. And it was his and his alone! Mares? He could do without them, save for passing games, but of course, he wasn't claiming... No, he was taking into consideration those who would pass through and try to get his attention. Drifting from his thoughts, the behemoth took a step, snapping the cannon bone of an equine skeleton. He couldn't help the lick of desire on his face, as his body tingled with the familiar sensation of death. His hide quivered in ecstasy, yet it was short lived. Come now, ladies and gents! He bellowed into the atmosphere. Who wants to play?

Yet doubt that his call would be answered lingered heavily in his mind..

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Naussica

She ws grazing a short distance away far enough to be out of sight, but her hearing range went far in this empty land. A stallions scream peaked her interest. She lifted her silver maw slightly and allowed the grass t brush against as the wind blew. Her brown orbs looked side to side. He wasn't in her sight so she could care less for all she knew she was hear a call from miles away. She returned to grazing, but the lonliness was wearing on her. Her let her tiara hang as she thought I wonder what as been going on in this land.. since spirit and daveri left I've been taking advantage of the short amount of peace and well being a normal horse...what am i saying I'll never be normal i murdered so many and loved it, and im part spider horse...and no amount of peace will change my plans to take over one day with or without......tomby I miss him, but I need to move on I haven't seen or heard from him in at least a year so if he is alive I probably wont reconize him maybe i should pay the screamer a visit maybe he could keep up with me and my love for chaos it sounded like it

In other words she didnt know who let out the scream from hell, but she did know she was curious now. She raised her tiara and the wind caught her raven flames and raised them like a banner. It was all so tempting. she smirked evily when she heard the invite then hissed typical the smell of wolves filled the air destroying the stallions. He was smart he befriended his only predator. To bad he didnt know about naussica and what she was.

Her voice was different now much like the fabled sirens but who knew maybe they were real. She screamed out in a voice matching his in deadliness but beautiful all the same Sure the game is hide and seek come find me, and if you can you can make the first move...well if i dont get you first.. she snickered to herself then went and hid.

[☼darkash☼]

bump!! i've been dying to reply to this

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T O M B S T O N E S
R E V E N G E

the devestation of youth kills...

My ears perked up.

Someone answered my call, challenging me to the game. Hide and seek was something so many of the equine I used to know here played... so, of course, it was left in my past. Getting a tad bit childish, aren't we? My voice, devestating to most who heard it, rolled out boredly. But if I have to find you, I suppose it shouldn't be too hard... I museed, glancing over the land, between the trees and over the dips and rises. My ears swiveled, attempting to pinpoint the slightest bit of sound. Then, I heard it... rustling in the leaves, the shaking of the branches... I walked calmly toward them, dark blue eyes scanning the scene, prepared for anything that may come. The brush parted, and out sprang a black beast, hurling itself at my white chest. I backed up quickly, started, rearing up. It frustrates me when things sneak up on me, so of course, that thing must die now. Just as I prepared to strike, I saw what it was.

Raisur.

The black and white wolf pup had come back, his tail wagging and tongue lolling out, as silver-blue eyes stared up at me. What are you doing here? I panted, surprised and pleased at the same time. Raisur leapt, scrambling with his claws up my sides, so my hide tore and bled where the nails dug in. Can you believe, just when I was about to leave, I caught sight of other horses with companions? I'm allowed here! Raisur smirked his wolfy smirk, rubber-like lips pulled back from his fangs. I grinned, too. I imagine you're looking for that mare, correct? Raisur questioned. Wolves. They hear everything. Raisur curled up on my back, my neck contorting so I could look at him. Yup, we do. Which is why you'll be glad to know, she's over there. He stated, gesturing with his nose. I gotta say, I love my buddy.

And I'll share that love.

Thanks, Rai. I stated, reared slightly, and took off at a gallop. Raisur slid off my back and landed with a thud, grunting and loping after me. He nipped at my tail with his sharp puppy teeth, leaping to reach it and pulling at it to slow me down, growling between clenched jaws. Games up, love. I know you're here, why not just come out and play? Sadistic tones lulled out, Raisur crouched by my side, hackles raised as he scanned the surrounding terrain. The vixen was definatly around here somewhere, otherwise Rai wouldn't be acting up so much. I take it we're going to have fun, Tomb? Rai questioned. I just smirked in response, waiting for the inevitable. She would show. From her voice, she didn't sound like the kind to turn down a challenge. She sounded more like the type that would lure one to their death, like someone had already done to me... but I'd come back.

And I'm better than ever.

[☼darkash☼]

Naussica~

Frowning because the wolf had seen where she went she quickly thought of an alturnative plan when they were talking she actually moved around them. so she was now behind them. when they stopped though and demanded she came out of hiding she only smirked to herself. her breaths were silent. she moved into a silent canter coming up behind the stallion then rammed into his side to knock him over.

Speaking in her siren tone she hissed softly yes indeed the game is up for you...and i dont take kindly to being called love unless its someone i know.. it was someone she knew though but it was covered up with maturity. she used the time she had to examine him and the wolf.. this seems easy enough depends on the stallions skill. i just dont feel like fighting though..it seems wrong..but why? she figured he would still attack her even if she didnt fight back but she didnt care.

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T O M S T O N E S
R E V E N G E

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Raisur leapt clear before me.

He stood, facing the mare with his teeth bared and hackles raised, a snarl deep in his throat. All the playful puppiness had disappeared from his being, a vicious looking little ball of black and white. Cute. Unfortunatly, wolf senses are a lot keener than mine, so when I felt the movement, I had a split second to react. My muscles tensed and braced, my forelegs splaying slightly to catch myself. You look ridiculous. Raisur whispered, still snarling. I regained my balance quickly, pivoting on my hind in the manner my mom used to do so much. I'd kick him, if it weren't for the mare that I consider my opponent standing right there. I need him here, right now. Do you have a name, or will I have to call you dove? Mine's Tombstone's Revenge. This... I gestured to my companion. Is Raisur. I smirked, and Raisur laughed. We knew what would come next, or at least we thought we would.

Defiance.

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[☼darkash☼]

His name. That name. was it really him. had he really changed so much that she would not know him at sight. as she to him. she began to have a negative reaction to this. she didnt know what to do should she just tell him or let him live his life happly with out her was it possible she had hurt him when they separated. her expression became a little sad. she turned away and said i will not fight you...nor your friend...kill me if you must...but to hurt the once feared ones son would be treason to the tribe of enternal darkness she thought about running then but then said call me what you like... dark lord tombstone..

Her brown orbs tinged with salt water but were held in she wondered what he would do.

(srry its short playing on pirates online there is going to be an invasion soon i also got no muse)

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T O M B S T O N E S
R E V E N G E

What just happened?

Raisur questioned, straightening up and turning to look at Tombstone. His hackles slowly fell back into position on his black hide, tinged with a white blaze, paws, swirling white and black legs, and white tail. His silvery-grey eyes glanced up at Tombstone questioniningly, the tip of his tongue sticking out of his mouth. The two kanine teeth were left sticking out of his rubber-like jowels, due to the speed in which he had closed his mouth. Tombstone, the Friesian crossbred yearling, looked back at his confused puppy friend with the same expression. Young dark blue eyes scanned the puppies, while weight shifted between his blackened legs. The wind tussed his charcoal hued locks, and as the two stared at eachother and listened to the mare, the air of youth surrounded them and took over their being once more. Tombstone's white ears pricked forward, the colt tossing his head to displace his forelock that had been covering his midnight colored blaze. He didn't know what to make of this...

It had never happened before.

Raisur crawled underneath Tombstone, curling up beneath his stomach and watching the mare over his tail. He was prepared to spring up and defend himself if need be, but Tombstone would protect him until the wolf was ready. The stallion's muscles untensed, hooves shifting over the terrain as feathers sifted their positions. Lord Tombstone? I guess you know who I am, but not the whole story. Yes, I'm the son of the Feared One... but I'm also the disowned heir. And incase you're forgetting, the Feared One wasn't loved by the Tribe of Eternal Darkness. A lot of them wanted to fight against father. He hated his father with a burning passion, hated everything that stallion had made him do, everything he'd done to try to change his son and strengthen his army. Since you know me, I have to know you, at least now. What's your name? The colt-like behavior was beginning to return to him, as Tombstone stared intently at the mare, trying to pick features out from her facade and makeup that would remind him who she was... then he whispered it.

Naussica.

[☼darkash☼]

Her rose thorns popped at the sound of her name. He did indeed remember her. aye i know the whole story... after all i have known you since we were but foals... tomby she turned to look at him she gave a short smirk then returned to a straight face. had she called him tomby to tease him infront of his friend yes she had but not a mean tease more of the affectionate kind. a cool breeze tossed her raven flames about and she moved against it towards tombstone.

flash back came to her like the first day they met she was impressed by his silence saw it as a form of strength rather then weakness. she grew to love him and he was disowned after he had chosen her instead of his fathers wishes. she to hated spiritspawn but owed him her life..for taking her in.

if it had been another no doubtfully her and tombstone may not have met along with the important detail that she may have been reverted to light.

this wolf had become tombstones newest trusted friend how? she didnt know but a friend a tombstones was a friend of hers that is if it was ok with the wolf. she spoke softly in greeting to the wolf hello wolf...fearless beast

[Dyzzie]

Introducing...
Wiccan’s Rede Chronicles
We’re all just a LITTLE insane
Volume One
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Chapter One

Intro

Some say running with wolves is a death wish. Others claim it is smart to befriend your enemy, when in the wild. But when it came to true friendship, it doesn’t matter what type of creature you are, all that matters is how well you know each other. And it probably didn’t help any that the filly who ran with the she-pup was almost as wolf in mind as the pup herself was. It takes a lot to be so similar to a creature so deadly, and some may even say it took a lot of courage on the filly’s part to befriend the white wolf. But if one were to get to know the young flicka, they’d learn it really didn’t take much on her part. The two were, are soul sisters.

Part One;
The Story

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Soul Sisters:

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”SONATA! RUN! SHIT!”[/b] Wicca yelled as she jumped away as the stallion lunged at her. ”What’s wrong mister, did something happen to your colt. He touched me! He deserved it!” Wiccan sneered as she giggled to herself. This was fun. Though the blood on her white coat was rather nice touch, too. She giggled as a small bundle of white fur leapt at the stallion, a very puppyish howl was heard stretching across the sky. A battle cry some might call, but it caused Wiccan to collapse into a wave of laughter. ”Wicca, shut up, my sister. Or you’ll have a new scar.” Wiccan’s laughter died off, as she pretended to pout, now ignoring the stallion, ”Sona! That’s not nice. I have enough thank you!” She giggled, when a sudden heavy weight crashed into her. She fell to the ground, her shoulder hitting a rock, and she felt her skin break slightly, and as she snarled, the white pup launched itself at the stallion’s neck, that was currently unprotected because he was attempting to snap his own jaws at Wiccan’s neck. ”BASTARD~ Get off! You’re heavy!” The stallion let out an odd sound somewhere between howl, a neigh, and a cry. Wiccan started laughing, as Sona was seen biting into the stallion’s neck. The stallion pulled away from Wiccan, as he reared up, and the white filly gathered her feet beneath her, attempting to pull away from him, as he flung his head and neck this way and that. Wiccan started to laugh again, as Sona was literally only held into place by her jaws, her tiny body flailing all around. That was, until she heard her soul sister let out a yelp and was sent flying into the air. ”Sonata!” The young filly yelled, her eyes wide, before they suddenly hardened over, and she turned her hate filled, blue-gray gaze onto the stallion. He took one look at the suddenly furious filly, and his grim smile dropped. And… he took a step back.

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”You just made a grave mistake.” Wiccan snarled, her tones turning cold, and deadly, as a sneer became pronounced on her beautiful white face. She took a step forward with a dainty, yet sharp hoof, and then another. And the stallion shook his head, You listen here bit- he never got to finish his words, for Wiccan had lunged at the very moment, skillfully twisting in the air, like a wolf, to land on his back. Using her hooves like claws, just as Sonata had taught her, she dug them into his sides, feeling the fur around her hooves growing damp and heavy with his blood. Her teeth and tiny jaw fastened onto the back of his neck, biting hard, and deep, trying to catch that nerve that would paralyze him. He let out a loud bellow that shook through the tiny femme’s body, nearly making her loose her grip. She bit down harder, and suddenly the stallion actually fell. Wiccan rolled off quickly with a surprised sound before staring at him, she couldn’t believe that actually worked… She thought Sonata had been kidding. You damn little brat… The stallion snarled from his spot on the ground, even as Wiccan wasn’t paying attention, she was still trying to figure out just how she managed to do that. Sure she’d bit down… hard… for a long time… but still, how the hell had she actually done that. She shook her head, and saw Sonata heading towards her. Slightly off balanced, and very pissed, but other wise all right, Wiccan couldn’t help but sigh in relief. ”You sorry excuse for a stallion…” The little creature snarled, as she pawed closer. ”I’m fine, Wicca. Let’s finish this.” The wolf said in a deadly calm, before suddenly lunging at the stallion, holding his head down, literally sitting on his face. Wiccan strolled forward, smiled prettily, before tearing into his throat in a very messy manner. The red mist of blood spraying her muzzle, and up to her dial. The sweet, metallic taste rolling over tongue. She smirked against his neck, as she felt the flow lessen, till it stopped completely. She lapped up some before turning to the wolf that was already tearing into the creature’s neck, chewing and eating some of the still warm meat. Wiccan stepped back with a smirk. Oh how she couldn’t wait for someone to stumble onto this scene. A half eaten stallion, a dead colt, with his head practically twisted all the way around. No one would believe an 11-month-old white half Friesian half Arabian filly, and a 10-month-old wolfess did this. How perfect…
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Part Two;
The Serial Killer

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Paint that picture red:

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Wiccan sighed as she looked down at her body, shaking her head at the colorful red printing upon. She looked almost like her coloring was half bay… or chestnut maybe. It was amusing actually. She moved and pushed the now mostly red pup out of the hole in the stallion’s neck, that the pup was curled up in. ”Bath time.” Wiccan said, as the pup sighed, pulling out of her ‘nest.’ Wiccan smirked, as she lowered herself to the ground, allowing the tiny pup to crawl onto her back. Wiccan took of on a trot, wincing slightly as the pup dug her nails into her skin, though her gait never broke. She let out a giggling whinny as she spotted a river, and jumped in, complete submerging herself and the bundle of fur on her back. She giggled as she resurfaced, her head popping up over the water level, she flicked pink tresses back, the short threads flailing in the air, as she shook herself off slightly, and lay in the current, letting it push against her to get as much as the tall tail blood from her coat, and tresses. She didn’t want to be convicted for a murder she committed, now did she. She giggled as Sonata jumped from wave to wave, her claws out stretched as she attempted to catch a fish. Wiccan let out a giggle, shaking her head at the smallish pup, before snorting. ”Sona. You are such a pup.” The filly snorted. Sonata looked up, grinning ”Right back atcha, Wicca.” The pup said. Wiccan rolled her eyes. ”More of a pup than a foal.” She agreed, before grinning back.

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My adorable Sonata continued to play in the water, her white fur fluffing, and the undercoat still a little pink. My entire coat was almost white again, and I couldn’t help but grin at how her smaller form contained more blood. ”It’s not coming out, Wicca!” The pup whined, as I laughed. I couldn’t help it, it was amusing. ”Shouldn’t have lay down in the carcass now should you?” I asked. Sona whined, before rolling her eyes. ”But it was so warm.” She defended. Sonata giggled as she rolled in the water, watching with pleased green eyes as more pink water washed away from her. ”Come here sonata.” I commanded, and the tiny pup bounded towards her, tail held high. As the white pup lay down , I began to use my maw to practically massage to pup, trying to dig into her under coat to get the blood off. It probably took us 3 hours just to wash all the damn blood out of her coat. Mine only took… One… ish… maybe… two? Okay, so either way, it took us a while to get clean again, but I did miss the sweet metallic scent afterwards. Missed the crisp smell that came with such beautiful liquid. There was just something really beautiful about something as dangerous as the crimson life source that I fed from, as much as I fed from grass and water. Hey, it didn’t just smell nice, it tasted nice too…
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Part Three;
The Companion

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Do you wanna play with me:

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I giggled and danced around my sister’s hooves, my paws hitting the ground with barely a sound. I let out a giggling howl, as I spun in a close circle, before dancing around her hooves again. I giggled as Wiccan snorted, snapping her teeth, but I knew it was all in play. My sister wouldn’t hurt me on purpose, but like I wouldn’t hurt her on purpose. We are a family. The only family we have left. Wiccan killed most of hers… When we, uh, left. And I don’t know my family. I was exiled, disowned, and castaway from the moment of my birth. I didn’t even get a first feeding. Wiccan’s mother took pity on me for my first few months. It wasn’t till my teeth accidentally pierced her teat that she tried to send me away for the first time. But when your best friends with the Demon’s Heiress, long story, you kind of get away with that. And Wiccan threatened to leave. I guess we left anyways. So oh well. At least we still have each other. That is good right. ”Play a game with, Wicca.” I begged her. Wiccan looked down, and the moment my emerald gaze met her own blue-gray one, I smirked as she nodded. I get to play! I smirked before lunging, tapping my nose on her flank. ”Well, then, you’re it.[“[/i]

Tag your it:
Sonata spun, her tiny white form streaking across the dark green grass, as Wiccan let her get a head start, before suddenly launching into a full out gallop, from a standstill. It took a bit of effort to get into rhythm, but it was the most fun way she had learned to get into rhythm. Sonata kept low to the ground, running straight into a forest, twisting in through the trees attempting to keep out of reach of the ghostly white femme following her. The little white pup let out a joyous howl, letting it echo through the forest as she jumped over a log, and skidded… into a tree…
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Part Four;
The View for Afar

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Laughter:

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Sonata shook her head, as Wiccan laughed, falling to a stop, her eyes squeezed shut, as her head fell to the ground, her entire form shaking with laughter. She flicked her tail slightly, shaking the threads of her mane, as she tried to get her laughter under control. ”You… you just ran into… into a fucking tree. How the hell did you even manage that?” Sonata snorted shaking her head. ”It, uh, moved into my path…” Sonata lied, a slight tinge of red could be seen through her coat. This only caused Wiccan to laugh harder, of course. The she-pup snarled before bounding away into the forest shouting, ”Just wait until you run into a tree, sister dear!”

I love the trees, and they love me:
Wiccan laughed, as she took off after Sonata, ”Me! Run into a tree? Why I love the trees, and they love me….” She said with a coy smirk. ”Just… Shut… The… Hell… Up!” Sonata howled in embarrassment. Wiccan started to giggle as she suddenly tapped Sonata’s back, ”Well, regardless, you’re it!”[/b] She said, before raising away, phantom laughter following her. Wiccan raised threw the forest, hearing the sounds of Sonata following closely behind. Quick turn her, another there. Around the tree, FAST.[/color] She kept outmaneuvering the tiny wolf following her. She suddenly let out a squeal as she was tackled from behind, and literally rolled out into a tree, as a small bundle of white fur rested on her chest. ”Owe, owe, owe… Bark.. owe.” Sonata laughed, and actually barked, ”Smart ass.” The filly snorted, as she got up, and tossed the wolf off her back. It was then that she caught the sounds of others. Voices… Hmmm, lets see what’s going on.[/i]

Party, and we weren’t invited?:
”Wicca, hear that?!”[/i] Sonata suddenly growled as she got up, and started to stalk forward. Wiccan smirked as she trotted next to the wolf, the two following the voices, until they reached a clearing, seeing a colt, about a yearling, a little older then the filly herself, and a young mare… And a wolf pup? Hmm, what is going. The tiny white wolfess suddenly breeched the tree’s natural wall, the white filly following closely behind her, and the tiny pup spoke to the filly, ”I think we stumbled upon a… party, Wiccan, dear.” The pup said, giggling. Wiccan smirked, swishing her wavy white tail, ”Appears so, sister.”[/b] Wiccan said with a grin, and they walked a little closer, their eyes both guarded and glittering, hiding… no, masking the darkness that lay with in such nature defying colorations.

What is going on:
”Pray tell, what in goddess is going on here?” Wiccan asked, tilting her head slightly, as she stopped a good many feet away from the other equines and wolf. It was no lie that the filly hated other beings with a passion. Most of them didn’t understand ‘true’ darkness. Not the way she did. The wolf at her side smirked, ”I’m sure, what my sister, meant to say was. We apologize for… intruding.” Wiccan snorted, earning a dirty look from the white wolf, ”If you want talk, then go ahead. But seeing how this my chance to speak, you can wait a little longer, Wicca.” The filly grinned, giggling, but falling silent. ”Now, as I was saying, before my dear companion interrupted me… We seem to have accidentally intruded upon your meeting here. We ‘apologize,’ and assure you, we are just traveling throu-“[/i] Her words were cut of by a loud, obviously feminine sorrowful whinny, that stretched the limits of the sky, and immediately wolf and filly started to laugh. ”I bet you first guard for two weeks, that she just found the bodies. And she was the mother and mate.” the filly whispered to her companion, as the wolf shook her head. ”No duh, Wicca.” The wolf snorted, shaking her head.
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Epilogue to Chapter

Wiccan turned back to colt, mare, and wolf, and smiled evil behind the politeness, ”I am titled Wiccan’s Rede, and this beautiful, vicious, manipulating creature at my side is Midnight Sonata. Might I be inclined to know your names?” Wiccan spoke, using larger words than most 11-month-old fillies would know. But then again, Wicca was no ordinary filly… She was a killer, a murderer, and one damn proud little bitch. The Devil’s Mistress, through and through.

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T O M B S T O N E S
R E V E N G E

the devastation of youth kills...

Raisur yawned.

He was getting bored with the whole reunion, and was obviously looking forward to a fight. The wolf pup remained curled up beneath Tombstone’s body, licking the colt’s black feathers and gnawing on them to express his boredom. The hair was coarse, and acted as dental floss, leaving bits of Raisur’s meals plastered against Tomb’s feathers. The colt didn’t care, though. The two were brothers, and as such, destined to endure each others painful existences. Well, this was anti climatic. Raisur commented, struggling to pronounce 'anti climatic' correctly. The pup's jaws parted once more, rubber-like lips pulling back to reveal his bloodstained fangs as his tongue rolled, ears went back, and head lifted ever so slightly. All adjustments made when one yawns, yet Raisur had a tendency to exaggerate those movements. Tombstone simply laughed at his wolf cub's arrogance to appearance, though the colt had nothing to worry about. His markings and coloration were odd, and very unique, for a colt such as himself, even with all of his cross breedings. Who would expect a Friesian to be white, with black stockings, mane and tail, blaze and overo shoulder? Not to mention, those dark blue eyes.

He was an interesting character indeed.

The pup listened to the words half-heartedly now, no longer interested since the promise of bloodshed had seemed to pass and escape. He licked his chops greedily, while Tombstone glanced at Naussica, his ghostly dark blue eyes alight with memories of a past not too far ago. He didn't speak, his nostrils flaring evenly with his breath, a glazed look covering his eyes, as the memories took over the colt's mind, and he reveled in them. He remembered being mute, after Tempest had nearly killed him. Refusing to talk to anyone, while sneaking off with Sica to show her the wonders of the tribe. He knew these lands like the back of his hooves... he knew them better than most, as most of his life was lived hiding in the background and exploring. So, the colt simply could take one to the wondrous parts of the terrain, and show one the wonders of the tribes. Or, he could take them somewhere dangerous, somewhere they would encounter obstacles that would make them struggle for their life, that they never knew were there. He could do anything he wanted to.

Because he knew the secrets.

One memory he could recall most fondly at that moment, was when he had snuck out with Sica from his father's dictatorship, to show her the ledge that overlooked the whole land. It was there, laying by the ledge with his hooves hanging off, that his silence had broken. Have you been to the ledge since the last time I took you there? He questioned aloud, his eyes shimmering. His colt hood hadn't escaped him, he was living in it. Right here, right now. Sica, we still are foals... Tombstone stated, smirking slightly. Raisur perked up slightly, his ears pricking as he scrambled out between Tombstone's front legs. You're both still foals. I'm a cub. Raisur corrected, grinning his wolfy-grin and wagging his tail. He'd decided to warm up to her, at least for now. Both Tombstone and Raisur's heads snapped up, however, at the sound of first screams, then laughter. Raisur bristled, Tombstone smirked and licked his chops. Raisur's really fearless, huh? Tomb mocked his wolf companion, smirking at the cub.

Raisur didn't care.

The puppy took of running, Tombstone watching the fuzzball go, turning back to Sica. My father was a coward, and he left. My mother was heartbroken, and went to wandering the lands. And me? I killed my sister, and took to wandering different lands... but I cam back. He recalled absentmindedly, looking at the silver filly and tilting his head. But, I don't know what you've been up to... He stated, grinning a sheepish colty grin. The colt flicked his short tail against his flanks, his neck still arched as he surveyed the mustang cross he'd spent so much of his life with thus far. Raisur ran through the woods, his little paws pounding the Earth as he stretched his gait as far as he could. From the cover of the woods, the black and white pup watched the filly and wolf pup bathing in the creek. His silver-blue eyes grew wide, he hadn't thought another wolf would be on the lands so soon. His tail wagged ferociously, neglecting to pick up the metallic scent of blood that surrounded them.

He was too interested to care.

The pup pivoted and barreled along his old path, his eyes tearing up with the speed he was going at. His lungs burned, but he couldn't stop. TOMBSTONETOMBSTONETOMBSTONETOMBSTONE TOMBSTONNNEEEE!!!! He howled as both he and Naussica came into view. The pup tried to stop, by dropping onto his haunches, but from his speed, he continued to be propelled forward. The wolf tumbled head over heals, somersaulting and crashing into Tombstone's forelegs. The colt looked at the quirky wolf with slight confusion, waiting for the pup to say what he'd wanted to say. But the pup was winded, gasping for air as his dry tongue lolled out of his mouth, desperately trying to breath to break the news. When he'd gotten his breath back, however, the news was already broken. Tombstone's muscles again tensed, as he spun to face the white filly and wolf cub that broke through the tree line. His dark blue eyes hardened noticeably, ears falling flat against his skull and nostrils flared in annoyance. Who did they think they were, to just barge in unannounced and uninvited? Raisur, after regaining his breath, hid beneath Tomb, his head poking out between his legs, eyes shinning.

Then he saw the she-pup again.

His tail wagged ferociously, the large and oddly marked cub springing out to the cub. He didn't listen to anything she said, just lept right onto her and started licking her chest, sides and face. His massive paws batted at her ears and muzzle, taking in the puppy-fur and everything that was so new, something he hadn't seen in ages. Tombstone, however, was paying close attention. What's it to you? Tombstone spat out, his venomous voice barely hiding his disgust. They thought they were someone important, or at least the filly did. The scream earned them only his ears pricking forward, and a slight flash of interest through his grave-like eyes, before that sinister look returned. Tombstone's Revenge, that wolf is Raisur. He stated, walking over to Naussica to stand beside her. And this... He paused, turning his head to look at the filly beside him momentarily. Is Naussica. He didn't say he was the Feared One's son, nor that he was exiled.

If they were important, they'd already know that.

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~Naussica~
Deception&Disgrace
The mustang cross watched tombstone as he was silent and as it was broken. ah yes the ledge.. she had been to it a lot after they were seperated but as time went on she had lost hope of ever seeing him again. so she had stopped visiting it, but speaking out to answer a question from a precious memory she hissed aye i few times until your scent fadedNaussica felt a slight warmness towards the young wolf pup, but probably only because in a way he was apart of tombstone. therefore she would protect him like she would tombstone. she watched the pup run with her dark chocolate orbs then smirked. Speaking in a soft but still venom dipped tone she said it sure seems like it in remake to tombstones words of the pup being fearless.
Her auds moved in the direction of tombstones voice as she heard him speak of his family. as he asked though about what she has been up to she made eye contact with him and let her gentler self out that normally hid the last time he had seen it had been at the ledge. she spoke in an untinged voice with innocent tones i.. have been looking for you..up till a couple months ago.. i eventually concluded you were dead or i was unworthy of your company..Naussica looked to the wolf pup as he came back running excitedly. as he came to a stop and was winded sica smiled but it quickly disappeared as the scent of the precious metalic fluided was carried with him. she could feel her fur standing. it had been long since she smelled blood it was in a way like ectasy but it also told her someone was near and they could be a threat...
a younger filly and another wolf pup.. something about them isnt quit inviting.. sica thought to herself. she only watched them approached with an emotionless manner. she was reawakend by the sweet smell of blood and had the urge to kill. the unfortunate part of being part spider horse the lust for blood is almost unbearable if introduced. lucky for the younger filly and other pup naussica hated her other half an ignored it as much as possible. she listened as tombsone spoke and introduced each of them. only lowering her thorns as warning as her name was reached.

[Dyzzie]

There is a sort of beauty that comes with decay, death… destruction. A Beauty that so few creatures can enjoy, can experience with true exuberance. Wiccan and Sonata, despite all odds, are one of the few creatures that can enjoy such emotions, such feelings. Such… Beauty. Some might call the duo insane, crazy… scary. Wiccan and Sonata call themselves visionaries. They, themselves, claim that there is nothing wrong with allowing oneself to become effected with all there is in this world. It isn’t all butterflies, love, and happiness that walk among the creatures that rule this planet. Where happiness is, an opposite force must also roam, for they’re to be an equal system of balance. Wiccan, and those like the murderess are that balancing force. Creatures who survive on torture, death… destruction, they are the ones who help to balance the world, to avoid the brightness that is the other side of the world, from gaining to much power. But, the one problem that comes with having such a unique role as balancing act, is the taste of power, and how addicting that power can be. While the foal and pup have no desire of power, they do love, however, the thrill they received from their acts…, which only made them, more dangerous, more deadly… more monstrous.

Battling, no one can deny that it is… on the fun side. Though, I don’t appreciate it when a stallion attempts to attack me. It isn’t nice! I think he is a mean, sad, sorry excuse of a beast to attack a foal, even if he is trying for revenge. But he didn’t survive that long, not at all. I don’t think I even will get any scars from him. But it was a fun ride, goin’ down in style, baby. Hmm, I think I’m high of the thrill….

Games. Life consists of having ‘fun,’ though each being has another idea of what fun means. Fun, for example, for many foals is playing tag, running around, goofing odd. Yet, fun for adults can be just relaxing, talking, telling jokes. And then there is the fun that others like myself can gain. What is this fun. This is the fun of the destruction. The very thing I live for, Sonata too. My parents didn’t agree with my favorite hobby, but hey, they can’t command me anymore. Right? I’m my own soul, and they are dead… I think…

IT was while my dear Sonata and I were cleaning up that the tiny white pup stiffened slightly, a snarl could be heard from her maw, as she looked around, but after seeing nothing, the little pup quieted down, so I could finish washing her up. But when I heard a loud voice shouting a name, Tombstone I think, my head snapped up, and Sonata arose with a snarl. We waited patiently, nervously before starting forward.

And we defiantly weren’t expecting to see the equines and wolf that was there. I let out a slight laugh when the tiny pup with colt saw Sonata, and didn’t hesitate to launch himself at her, licking her. Sonata was snarling, and screaming for someone to ‘remove the fur ball.’ But I found it to amusing to interrupt. But soon my eyes turned to the colt whose cold tones soon entered the air, What’s it to you? I shrugged confidentially, before gently using my muzzle to push the tiny pup of my dear Sonata. ”Come now, pup, you are squishing Sonata.” I told the tiny black and white pup, before my ivory tiara lifted, and I met the colt’s gaze with a cold, dark one of my own, ”Oh, nothing at all, love. Just thought it was usually common curtsy to give someone your name when they give theirs. I suppose I must have been mistaken.” My words paused, before I added, ”But how about curbing that tone, colt. Respect is a two way street. Have I used a tone like that yet. No.”

As the anguished cry rocked overhead, I couldn’t help but smirk ever so slightly, even as the colt finally spoke a name. Tombstone's Revenge, that wolf is Raisur. He moved to stand by the filly before he spoke again, And this is Naussica I dipped my tiara respectably to each in turn, but only the pup got a smile from me. What can I say, I like wolves…

But at the females warning, my look turned cool, as I glared for a mere second before Sonata’s growling towards the other pup caught my attention. ”Behave Sonata. And… And it is interesting to meet you all…”

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Raisur was completely bored by the two's recollections, as he sat with his paws over his eyes and his tail pounding the ground. Why does everything have to be about him? Everywhere he goes, everyone loves Tombstone... it's Tombstone this, and Tombstone that... why can't they see he's my companion and he's not going to leave me? When will that finally sink in? They can't take him from me... no one can. The pup's paws slid from his silver-blue eyes, as his gaze ran over the couple and his ears perked, listening to their words, wondering why no one mentioned him. Booorrrrriiiiiinnnnggggg. He yawned, stretching his body up and curling up in a tight little ball. He's too young for love... we all are. No one really knows what it means until it's knocking at your door, and then it's too late to decide who you want to love. They're going to get hurt, I think...

Of course, the pup was only thinking to himself. Tombstone's ideas were completely different. Just because the pup with the exact opposite markings as Tombstone was so similar in design, didn't mean that they shared similar minds. She's been to the ledge... so she hasn't forgotten. I thought she would have moved on, with me being away for so long. Father would have come back, and found a new use for her... at least, that's what I thought. I don't know what to think, anymore. I can't go soft and give in to emotion... father always said I shouldn't. But, then again... Sica did give up on me, she thought she was unworthy, so how can I turn my back on her? Thoughts too complicated for a foal ran through his mind, while he remained silent on the exterior and was buzzing with thoughts on the interior. Have you decided to stay moved on? Or are you like my mother... hoping her loved one would return, then joyed when he does and expecting everything to be the same? For a yearling, the muscular stallion had learned a lot, holding wisdom and experience past his age.

But you had to, when you were the son of the Feared One. Tombstonnneeeeee! The pup whined, putting his ears back and showing his teeth. I want to playyyyy! The pup complained, wagging his tail and bending his front legs, so his haunches were in the air. The typical puppy-dog-play pose. That's when the puppy and equine came in, and Raisur had then launched himself upon the other puppy before Tombstone could answer. Raisur didn't hear the grumbling of the puppy, he was too busy nipping at her fur and licking her to notice. Until, of course, the equine told him to get off. I... I was just playing... The puppy stated, chided for his wrong doings. His tail drooped between his legs, his ears fell back and the pup sulked back to Tombstone, dropping between his forelegs. I don't think she likes me... Raisur whimpered, his head dropping to his paws. I agree. Tombstone said with a snicker, looking down at his puppy friend.

As Tombstone stepped protectively beside Naussica, he was caught off guard by the white filly's words. Easy for you to say, when you're not the son of the horse everyone hates and wants dead. The son of a traitor who abandoned his lover just before war. He thought, shaking his head instead and smirking his seductively sly smirk. Common courtesy? Ah, I see. You thought I played by those rules. Well, by now you can already see the error of your ways, and should do better to avoid them next time. He stated, rolling his dark blue eyes in annoyance at the fae. You have reason to show respect. I don't. You intruded on us, and thus are a trespasser and treated as such, including a threat until you prove otherwise. Do you know who you're talking to? Obviously not. Then she wouldn't be respectful at all. Then she'd be just like all the others. He snorted and shook his head, gazing back at Sica. Raisur wagged his tail ferociously, watching the pup with keen eyes and waiting for her to get her guard down... so he could pounce and play again.

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~Naussica~
<sup>Was she the same as his mother? Waiting for her lost love to return? Hoping for everything to be the same as it was? Apart of her wanted it that way, and yet apart of her thought it was a bad idea. She cared deeply about tombstone but was this feeling going to pass had it passed for him? So many thoughts raced though her mind. How should she answer that question? He could want either one. She wasn't waiting for him to retunr though he was right in front of her and protecting her so he must care. Yet did she still care for him? She waited for him for so long and just today when she heard him call she did not reconize him. She had bounded off with someone she did not know or so she thought she had even seen him and did not reconize him even with his unique markings. how was she so blind? She hissed softly didnt i already wait for you? and just because i went off to engage in some activity with a stallion i didnt know that turned out to be you doesnt mean i moved on... i just stopped searching.. i knew though if it was meant to be we would meet again.. she spoke in wisdom but not as a gentle soul. he knew her soft side and he would see it again if he wished.

Her attention was again consintrated on the life forms whom just arrived. Naussica caught the younger fillies glare but ignore it she would only be a problem if she created a bind on tombstones heart. maybe if she also chose to attack.. naussica then hissed yes interesting indeed</sup>

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