Legends

Legends

For those characters who have lived beyond their years, the legends of MM.

Raindark

Testament

Snowfire

Testament

The ivory demon known as Snowfire may not have been feared by all, but those who did not temble before him did respect him. His lust for power, combinined with a brilliant mind and thirst for battles, made him a force to be reckoned with. He took what he wanted and gave nothing back. Even today, the fire of the ivory demon can be see in the eyes of his decendents. A fire so powerful that it can turn even the most fierce of opponents into ash. A fire that not even death could extuinguish.

Raaquis

Testament - Post

You�re right in a way. Your height does have some things to do with this battler, but nothing to do with the reason for this battle. So you could say your half right. Then again Raaquis does want to prove size doesn�t madder, strength does. Ability does. Speed does. You�re not like his last opponents here, Dracula. All the others teased him about his height and spoke of squishing him. You have not and for that you just gained some respect from the ebony brute, but don�t think that means he�s letting you off easy. Your so wrong if you think that, boy. There�s nothing that could hold him back from this fight. He was waiting for this day when he fought a stallion with real strength and no mouthing off, most importantly no name-calling. You were grown up unlike the others. Then again maybe this is because you are much older then most of them here, the ones he has fought anyway. Raaquis is still very young and has his whole life ahead of him. Well, that is unless someone murders him, but heh how could dare try? Who could even keep up enough to catch him?

His own speedy spawns couldn�t even keep up with his burly hide. So if he ever is cornered he could always run. Then some may call him coward, but really running away is a defense when nothing else is possible. So don�t mistake defense and coward as the same thing. I�m sure you won�t it�s the others I�m worried about. Man I hope I win dear Prima. She is so beautiful and so�fine! Her dark features, her bloodlust, her power. It�s all-good to him! Did you know Prima has a family member at Raaquis�s terra? His lovely beta Deathnote is somehow related to her. A cousin or something like that. It was all too confusing to remember, but just so you know if Raaquis wins she would do going somewhere good. Now Raaquis won�t rape her. She might not like him at all, but Deathnote has a way with other females. She was such and enchantress.

Oh, listen to him babble on and on! This battle was on and the first three moves have been made by Raaquis. He was quick to the blow wasn�t he? Now let�s see how you take all this speed and how you attack. Sometimes trying to watch something that goes so fast can make you sick, dizzy, or give you a headache. Oh, I forgot something else too! Trying to focus you eyes on him can hurt them, make you blink a lot while trying to focus your eyes. That�s when you headache springs. These affects pop into the stallion�s skull. An evil smirk stretched a crossed his mug as he got an idea for a next attack. His head tiled downward, casting a dark shadow on his face. This made him look sinister with his evil smirk. Now he waited for this large bodied stag to approach and make his moves. Moving his tongue over his dry lips he tasted the bitter blood from your rump. Some dripped off his mug and onto the ground before his hooves, but the rest was lapped up by Raaquis�s tongue.

The wondrous sound of the large stallion�s rib cracking still rang in his small-pinned ears. This made his smirk even greater and his lifted his head heaving hoofs beat towards him. His dial turned to stare into the stallion�s cold eyes. His eyes took full gaze of the stallion�s body as he leaped and sprung out his back hooves. Reaction time was everything. There wasn�t much time, but he had a plan for this one attack. Hs legs bent and he unleashed them, pushing backwards. The stallion�s large daggers soared by his chest, taking along some skin from his chest. Blood dripped down his chest, heart beating in a fast rhythm. That was a close one! A large rock had been beside Raaquis and the stallion�s daggers clashed and cracked the mighty rock. Balancing himself he glared at the stag and was sure to watch those large hooves of his.

For a few seconds the two stared down at each other. Raaquis bent himself down a bit, neck curling. His stance was as if to say, �Bring it on�. A few blood drops collected in front of him. Taking in a deep breathe it started again. Dracula leapt towards him, but Raaquis was surprised he missed. He chuckled under his breath. He wasn�t sure if he meant that or not. Turning quickly to face him again he noticed his front limbs rising up. Yes Raaquis knew what was coming next. Quickly jumping to the side the stallion�s large daggers clashed onto the rocky grounds of the cliff. The ground shook a little and Raaquis fought to stay balanced. His eyes widened as Dracula lashed towards him. There was hardly any reaction time so all he could do is curl up his Arabic neck. After all Arabian�s were good at curling their pretty necks. Sharp vampires sunk into the bunches of skin sticking out from his neck. Luckily it wasn�t his life vein, but hell did this hurt! Blood squirted from his nape, teeth grinding together.

Relief ran through him when the large stag let loose of his neck. Shaking his head widely blood splattered off his neck and onto some near by rocks and possibility even Dracula. No stag has ever made him bleed so much. You so lucky he doesn�t tare you apart right now. He�s just too sane for that at the moment. Calming himself he stilled his head and glared at Dracula. Then doing a half rear he charged forward, leaving behind a trail of blood. A snarl erupted from his mighty throat. Now this first move you may think he is copying you, but he�s adding a little twist to it. He zooms passed your side then loops around and zooms passed your other side. You see Raaquis runs every day and builds up his stamina. If he didn�t there would be no way to defeat you now. He would have been tuckered out, but no. He�s been practicing and he always will. Zooming pasted your front he lopped around you again at speeds of light to where all you could feel was the wind rushing passed. As I stated before if you tried and focus your eyes on his movement your sight might be damaged or it might just be a simple headache. So don�t bother. Out of nowhere, while passing your right side again he lashes out his vampires and tries to tare into the skin of your barrel.

If this happens his vampires will travel with him and he will finally pull them out once he reaches your flank. So you see this will become a most painful move and deadly. It could just tare open skin and make you bleed a lot or it may slice muscles. You may be damaged for life in the battle against the Speed Demon�s son of terror. After he made that attack he jumped to the side, turning with all his speed on front limbs his back towards you. Rocking forward he lashed out his sharp daggers towards your barrel, the spot where he just might have tarred open your skin. Now if both these hit it will make a very painful combo and squeeze out move blood. Let�s just see what happens? He�s not done yet. There�s one move he has in store for you my mighty stag. Turning back around to shoot a glare at you he sped off, lopping around your back end (with enough space not to get hit if you bucked out). Appearing by your left side he leaped into the air. Soaring his aimed to grab a hold of you throatlatch.

If this hit is might be deadly, or at least hurt a hell of a lot! For one this helps you talk. You might become mute after this attack. Also if he happens to be right on target and bites into your throatlatch he will be sort of hanging. Since he�s smaller then you his body will do down and you will be dragged along with it. Oh, yeah and his head will be shaking to try and tare as much skin as possible. After a while if he had hit correctly he would of let go and jumped backwards, some blood jumping off his chest and nape and onto Dracula and the rocks underneath him. Then staring into your cold orbs he awaited for your last movements of this battle then the judging. What would be the outcome?

Kade

Testament

Why is it stallion�s fight? I have always wondered such, from the time I was a little bugger to well, now. I asked my father this, and he told me��_because. Because why I said back, and he said because I said so. Great father figure my pa wasn�t he. I learned later it could be perhaps an emotion? A feeling? Is such an emotion programmed into me��_is the testosterone really that great in my blood to cause me to risk my neck for a mare? Ha��_I suppose it is for the both of us eh Rebel?

It�s a good thing you can�t read my thoughts buddy; they aren�t too nice as of now. What, me a light with dark thoughts? Hey, I�m not perfect. Perfect makes me sick. I am Kade, and you Rebel, you are going to face the wrath of me. Does that intimidate you? No, it probably just makes you laugh. I�d get a good chuckle if you were doing the same thing.

As we stand, frozen in time so it seems, for if you think such, our little fight only lasts a few moments all together, my mind seems to be thinking, or catching some of your own thoughts. Isn�t it odd? We both think we�re fighting for the right reasons? Isn�t that why all stags fight, heck, why all critters on God�s green earth battle it out? Well, you�ll be biting the dust here in a few moments, just like I will be, if all goes well in the battle world.

The roar of the ocean seems to egg us on. It begs us to come closer, take a drink, maybe a dip. Well, I am not that stupid. Cold and frigid the ocean can be, and I like staying dry for the winter.

I think for a moment, that you misjudge my lovely Lusitano blood. Sure we make good dancers, great little steppers we are, charming gaits. Do I sound like a complete sissy yet? Well, here, let the nausea begin, I am a classical Lusitano, you know the dancer type, but guess what else those weird pink aliens called humans have used my blood for? Bull fighting and battle. Slow? I doubt I am slow, maybe a little behind the times, but speed wise, I am just as agile as you��_Battles, yes, and my blood fought and duked it out with others.

Now, I will stop bragging, as though I can be arrogant, I�ll stop while I may sound a little muttist, forgive the tendency, it�s just, I am never too friendly when my blood lust is up, and well, this is why I don�t talk during a scuffle okay? I can hardly think right��_Right. Onto the attacks, that is what we are here for, not to swap heritage stories, and relative blood.

And now the recaps, for all good battles have wonderful flashbacks as equines life are on the line. So my little buck towards your back legs brings you to a little rear? My own back pistons meet with your lovely ribcage, bad luck old pal, but guess what? My dainty little pistons also meet your hooves. My hocks are in danger. Sure what has been bred into me are sturdy leg bones, so right now, I am thanking my lucky stars I am not some sort of Arabian. My legs don't snap as you probably wished they had, no, the bone is strong, though I must say they feel pretty cut up and nicely bruised. Yes, nerves are already alerting me to the fact there is now something wrong.

I won't be dancing so elegantly now. Well, my hocks looked like shredded cheese due to the wonderful daggers of you my mutt friend sliding down and ripping flesh from my legs, yes, the bone thanks you for this little maneuver. This Rebel, this almost gives me enough incentive to go for your weak spots, and I think I will, for now there will be no charging and running away for sure on my behalf. My back legs aren't too up for it anymore.

My second attack do you remember, the one for your orbs, well, as I aim for it, waiting to feel something scrape against my vamps, your dial disappears. Great, lets use our mumbo jumbo on little Kade. Didn't think I would see matter such as a horse head dissipate like little bubbles on a pools surface. Well, you appear again suddenly, and that attack, the one so well aimed for your orbs misses your face completely. Odd. Well, I suppose a lot of things are odd in battle true? Here is something even a bit weirder for all of you readers out there. Your head Rebel, and bulk come up under me at my half rear, and my hooves scrape your sides. Sure it rips flesh, grants you a little bit of pain but darn it all, I wanted your eyeball! I aimed. Stinkin' mutt, you are quite a quick one, I'd give you applause, but I have no hands. Two can play at this game you're going at, and I'm just getting warmed up.

Well now you are under me, and well, trust me, as you take a good bit from my rib cage, I feel the pain. Bites are never pleasant, and this one is the least pleasant one I have ever experienced. My orbs would water if I were human, it hurt so badly.

I let out a screech, I don�t care if you wanted to hear it or not, I am in pain! That rib is now smarting, but I suppose when fighting with some sort of particle disappearing creature that is a lucky blow. So now I have a nice rib wound shooting pain in every which direction in my body and my hocks are nice and stripped of skin. Well Rebel, what have I left you with? I suppose as the battle continues we will see.

The snow is now falling steadily; the slight sound of patting sleet is heard from my auds, otherwise silent unlike the rains of spring. It is weird to be fighting in such quiet. For winter weather, it isn�t as cold as I would have thought as well. Not to worry though, I have pretty sure feet as I am sure you do as well true? Clouds billow around us, creating little tornados of powder upon this dirt laden ground.

Well, now you are under me, and I feel you leap forward, trying to topple my bulk over. Hey, if I were at a full rear, it would have, but I keep my rears low to the ground, and due to the fact that I am still trying to figure this whole disappear reappear thing, yeah, I don�t fall backwards but stumble forwards, my tendons taking a nice bruise from you. Yay, now I can�t move so fast, but I don�t need to, no��_yeah Kade, keep telling yourself that.

The last attack I did do, you know, the whole ���aimed for the girth� thing was short, and I come away with a nice chunk of skin and meat from your knee. Yummy��_Spitting such grimy gore out, I try to clear my mouth of such filth. Hey, I may like a blood bath in battle, but I don�t plan on becoming some sort of full throttle cannibal anytime soon.

I watch you rather retreat closer to the raging sea. Its howling meets my ears in great depth. It wants us, you and I. Will it take us? Will we go there in the end? I don�t think so. Your little actions cause me to go after you. I still have my three moves true? Well, we don�t want to waste such.

I am short of breath, pain in my ribs, (no doubt broken) coursing through my blood stream as my tendon starts to allow the bruising take another bit of pain, oh, and my now meaty, bruised hocks? Yeah, they contribute quite nicely as well. I still smile though, maybe because of the pain, maybe because I�m insane, but also because I know, though either of us could win or lose, I either gain a mare or knowledge, and this is good for a young soul like myself, though you�re not too old yourself are you Rebel?

Enough chit chat, I�m now running at you, hoping that you aren�t too close to the cliffs for this next move��_well, it wouldn�t be good on either of us if you were. I charge. Yes, even though I said I wouldn�t. I lied, well, fibbed, or exaggerated, all honor aside, I�m after you Rebel. No doubt you have some cooked up scheme I�m falling into, but hey, I don�t think too clearly in a battle.

My charge is aimed at your shoulders, and guess what this is a two attacks at once type thing! Aren�t you thrilled? With my charge, I hope to lock up your withers, rather painful to move if this hits right? I only hope you don�t topple over instead, though that is a rare thing and not what I am aiming to do. As I raise my bulk, only a little bit onto my back pillars, (mind you, the pain I feel from my weakened hocks is immense) my vamps go for your muzzle, or your nares, something to hurt you, my second move. How can I hit your shoulders and your muzzle?

Well, my bulk is at the front side of you Rebel, therefore as my own shoulders are aiming to hit your withers, my hooves not far behind, my boa goes out, and teeth are now close to your muzzle. Legal? Of course this is. It is just two attacks very close in timing together right? Of course, you could do that whole witch doctor disappear thing��_but where is the fun in dodging the pain?

Ah, and now I fall back, the jolt from landing makes me wince from the pain in my rib cage. A faint wind stirs, bringing a bit of snow in between us. Ah, one move have I left right?

I am turning around now, and in this time, I know you can probably and most likely will try and strike my spinal column, I�m a big boy though, and though my thought process is lost in bloodlust, I can only pray this move works and I am not left more battle scarred than already. My bulk now is turned, my hindquarters towards your ivories��_oh dear, but my own ivories are now aiming for your��_if you guessed stifle, you are correct. Yep, you made me mad enough to take your advice.

Foolish? You bet I�m foolish, but hey, maybe you are more trustworthy than I am thinking. I can only hope my aim is a bit true, this move has a lot of risk in it. My hindquarters most likely won�t be thanking me later. My hocks, bruised, shredded, they aren�t thanking me now, nor are they thanking you Rebel.

I am still close to you; I refuse to go retreating away. It is just this little stubborn streak in me. I am relieved that, though we stand closer to the cliffs edges than before, we escaped the icy waters of death for now. It is never fun to go plunging in water so frigid. I heard equine who do don�t return. Hmmm, I wonder why? My injuries sting, they burn, they even seem to shock me for a moment��_pain, it is so close to battle is it not? Well, all I know is this is a win-win situation for me.

Let us see if you�re surprising and elusive personality escape these moves I now use as easily as before. Maybe they will, maybe they won�t. I know though, as the wind kicks up more powder, and the spray of the sea, so close to us and so cold buffets my nares with its icy droplets, we still fight. At least one more round, and then, well then this is no longer in our hooves is it?

Shadowfax

The land shone a dull grey as consistent clouds moved in, all being blown by the strong gusts of wind that were beating upon the earth. The trees moved as one, their bodies swinging back and forth as their roots struggled to hold them in. The water was at its best, it's waves beating back and forth upon the sand and rocks, tossing it's prey around like it was nothing. The stormy weather created a sense of doom, and neglection. Only, what others could feel was the electric charge that the earth now held. You could feel it buzzing with excitement, ready to make its comeback on the winds that tormented it. The animals felt it. They didn't know what it was, or what it was about to do, but they felt it. That is why, when the rains broke down, they ran for shelter. The earth holds terrible secrets of its own. The animals were wise to flee. Very wise indeed. The star strewn stallion stood there, still, in a land where all was moving. He listened and watched over his glorious land. His startling bedroom deemed eyes pivoted through the scenery, taking in one beautiful sight at a time. Though to others the land might seem wild, and untamed, to him it was a place of freedom, where even the earth wasn't held back by its� own chains. His eyes held the secrets to his past, and had a depth in them that made most wonder. They were wise, yet held a gentleness that did not seem over powering. They were kind, yet had a fierce passion hidden underneath all of the niceness. As the rains broke loose, Shadowfax looked towards the heavens. He released a call that not one could ever remember, nor forget. He didn't know why he was talking to the sky, and to those who lived above it. He looked around, knowing that where he was, another must be also. Within that single inhale o' fresh scents, a perfume o' a long lost hope bypassed into nasal cavities. That scent was to make the usual consistent, unrentless beats o' the captured organ to triple in rhythm. Could it be? Denial flew into the cognitive interior as it was a rational step that most took when some sort of depression consumed their character. No...it possibly couldn't be. Perhaps it was a buried memory reawakening itself with the dawning of the new day. That intoxicating memory took its delicate fingers and squeezed the star-blessed heart o' this knight. He spotted her, a beautiful sight, standing as the rain fell down and entangled with her ruby dyed body. A secretive smile slowly crossed his maw, where it stayed. It wasn't an evil smile. No, not at all. It was simply a smile for the past. Even as Shadowfax�s vision and heart believe it to be true, but what was amiss was that the figure�s outlining was shaded and eerie. For it was truly not a flesh and blood mare, but a mere illusion that haunts the backgrounds of his mind. Tension ran rampant o'er the stately features o' my dashing white hero, for absolute rage and fury seeped into veins. Fury for the life loss of the ruby Dorothy that was unexpectedly stolen out from underneath him. With that simmering fury was a deep regret for allowing it to happen. Deep auburn lashes lowered themselves o'er the windows taking in the hurtful pains and hiding them away.

S H A D O W F A X

Opal
Died January 16, 2007

Testament - Last Post

Dr. Caron: These are just a few of the images we've recorded. And you can see, it wasn't what we thought. There's been no war here and no terraforming event. The environment is stable. It's the Pax. The G-23 Paxilon Hydrochlorate that we added to the air processors. It was supposed to calm the population, weed out aggression. Well, it works. The people here stopped fighting. And then they stopped everything else. They stopped going to work, they stopped breeding, talking, eating. There's 30 million people here, and they all just let themselves die.

He thought he wouldn't go out like this. He thought the end of his life would be a fiery blaze of momentary perfection. Ah hell but this is much better, he decides as he stares out across the wide expanse of the ocean. Not far away a storm brews over the ocean perhaps a baby hurricane that will someday destroy us all or perhaps just a fluke that will never reach maturity. The pale light of the moon washes down in strands of the purest silver to be reflected in tiny bits by the calm ocean waves. The familiar smell of brine assault the pirates nares as he takes in deep the first place he ever came to. Just like he didn�t back then six years ago he wades chest deep into the salty liquid, letting his thick pull wash over his skin. His tail is pulled then pushed by the untamable waves. His dark eyes hold all the cold fire that matches the deadly ferocity of the irritated surf that pounds against his chest then explodes in a alabaster spray across his neck.

His ears turn back against the welcomed assault tho Opal turns his skull to the side to look for Dawns Revenge. His lover and the one how loves him. The one he is destined to die with.

Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Come a day there won't be room for naughty men like us to slip about at all. This job goes south, there well may not be another. So here is us, on the raggedy edge. Don't push me, and I won't push you.

He remembers playing as a colt. Dancing around the sad wasteland his father had called a terra. Opals half starved mother was what one would call a purebred Arabian mare who had the ill fat of being born in captivity but she was captured from her fair treatment by a stallion whose was a cold as the night. He had forcebred her and Opal was the resulting babe tho as Opals Akhal-teke father had enough sons living with him and wanted fillies to trade to his surrounding herds Opal was kicked out of the herd at the age when he could first digest grass. But there was hope yet for the abandoned colt as fate would have it an old stallion who had been one fo the greatest fighters of all horse-dom took Opal under his wing. The old stallion had no name so Opal called him Uncle. Uncle taught the blood bay colt that just because he wasn�t a pure blood that he could beat those of pedigreed breeding at their own game, for you see the old stallion was a small Mongolian horse. It was years later that Opal learned what he knows now tho it was Uncle who taught him some of the most important lessons. About 4 years later old age caught the old stud and he died silently in his sleep. That was when Opal had come here and found the crown of the Bachelors lie discarded on the earth. That is when Opal became the lead of the bachelors and performed many a raid on unsuspecting horses. He sighs as he remembers that horrible day when his spilt the blood of the innocent, raped virgin mares, and attacked weaker stallions.

The Operative: I already know you will not see reason.

Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: The Alliance wanted to show me reason, they shouldn't have sent an assassin.

The Operative: I have a warship in deep orbit, Captain. We locked onto Serenity's pulse beacon the moment you hit atmo. I can speak a word and send a missile to that exact location inside of three minutes.

Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: You do that, you'd best make peace with your dear and fluffy lord. 
[Mal tosses mechanism at the Operative]

The Operative: [catching the mechanism] Pulse beacon.

It was terrible, a terrible thing. Every day he hears their screams of agony echoed in his ears as sad relics of his childhood. He feels something soft brush up against his leg, thinking it a shark he rears up then cherished back down to the beckoning surf. A peace of black seaweed flies of in another direction as answer to his instinctual fear. Only a piece of seaweed. Opal, o' budding, I think you going crazy. He says biter in his mind. Piracy aint what it used to be. It seems only yesterday he was out taking care of his nice little herd when suddenly their well shouts of a war being started. Naturally Opal wanted in on it so he aligned himself with a few good stallions and waited for the worst..but the worst never came. In the end the war was put on hold and Opal went back to his normal finding ladies stage. One day he met a particular arab mixed female named Hot Tamale and he and Tamale were having a stellar conversation when they were rudely interrupted by Oblivious Killer. Now Oblivious was aiming to impress Tamale but all he ended up doing was repelling her from his presence and Hot Tamale went home with Opal to become his queen. Oblivious Killer never regained his pride and set out on a mission to Killer the dreaded pirate tho this mission failed. Along with every other mission Oblivious launched on the half-breed. Well, that�s life, Opal was just better at getting the ladies and fighting, so the Kladruber horse hated him for it. Okay so Opal has a little of an ego, too. This never stopped him from attempting the impossible just because he can.

The Operative: And are you willing to die for that belief?

Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: ...I am.

[pause]

Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: [whips out a gun and shoots at Operative several times]

Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: [Turning away] 'Course, it ain't exactly Plan A...

It had been a wonderful time fighting and winning. But Opal was about to fall into peril as he walked through the glen one day to stumble upon one for the mares from Oblivious Killers herd. A smile had planted itself on his facade as he made way toward the alone mare with black intentions on his mind tho he kept these securely hidden from her view. He had approached Dawns Revenge as she stood alone in the glen and had a nice chat with her that included some more than friendly closeness. But when it started raining Oblivious Killer showed up madder then a cat in then snow he had broken them up where as Dawn had confessed that she was merely using me to get information. A smart plan I must admit and I acted like anew what was happening all along tho that is far from the truth. Even tho she had tried to pump all my assets away I defended her when Oblivious refused to believe her truthful-story. Anger burned in her heart as she loved and perhaps still loves the kladruber horse. She had plotted with Opal in the secret of his cave tho for some magic reason Oblivious got wind of this and banned her from his herd for an eternity. The heart broken Dawn had taken refuge with the stallion Raindark and later she moved in with Opal. Their relation ship grew with each sunrise and soon that realized that they were perfect for each other, both of them as untamable as the open sea. Their spirits unbreakable even when fate burns all their cards away and leaves them only charred ashes to make good with. Forever they will remain together.

Inara Serra: Mal, what are you doing here?

Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: You invited me.

Inara Serra: I never thought for a second you'd be stupid enough to come!

Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Well that makes you a tease.

He stands against the pull of the waves on his chest. The sand slipping out from underneath his hooves as the ocean rages to reclaim its infamous captain. Captain Opal has a nice ring to it.

Dr. Mathias: [referring to Dr. Simon Tam who has just helped his sister, River Tam, escape] Gave up a brilliant future in medicine as well. It's madness. 
The Operative: Madness? 
[Ambles over to the holographic projection of River and Simon escaping through an air vent] 
The Operative: Have you looked at this scan carefully, Doctor? At his face? It's love, in point of fact. Something a good deal more dangerous.

Clouds Shadow

Testament- Post

Why did you bring up Bucephalus...? We battled once long ago, not finishing, not ever really beginning... The little fink Nymphetamine came galavanting in.... The last son of Opal, I need to be watching him right now... But the little monster slipped past my horsey hooves into the shadows, where I couldn't follow... Like father like son I suppose. But Dawn was never this sneaky, she was an amazing mare... I wished I could have convinced her to keep her pretty little self around for just a bit longer... To give me a little consiling once in a while, she was like a mother I never had... But enough about Madam Dawns Revenge, you mentioned the little lady Bucephalus...

Ah, Bucephalus... At first sight I saw an angry stallion coming to kill me. St first scent I nearly had a sezure from shock, and at first hit, I wasn't even sure what was going on... She is quite the fireball, the little punk rebel I would like to slaughter... But once you see even a remotely soft side of her, you don't even know what to think of her anymore, in my case that is... I wont spill the details of our... last visit... But for two enemies to come onto mutual and level terms with one-another, it's awkward and creepily romantic. Of course before I really knew what was going on she took off, taking my help and leaving me in wonder... Quite the little character... If I were dark, I would fight to make her mine, but for now, I'll just keep quiet on the topic of... dear Bucephalus...

The sun seems to scream with all its might up there as my brother clouds retreat from the sky. Obviously they didn't want to see their earth-bound brother getting bloodied up, even just a little bit like this.... Well so far that is, the agile arabs often have some hidden talents up their thin skin sleeves... I have to bring up Rebellion Force again, that battle was one of my best here... He, also a thin and agile arab like yourself, was a trickster against me and my bulldog self. You may see me blink a few times more with my left eye, he actually severed a nerve up there with his ivories... And of course my weak left-side, around the barrel, he broke two ribs... I shouldn't bring up my weak spots, well wait, can you read my mind, Raaquis?

My eyes light up with excitement as I see my first attack does what I wanted it to, but my second is disappointing... Then again, we can't always spill a pint of blood with each attack, now, can we? Only in dreams... Only in dreams can we fight and fight and never cry... bleed and bleed but never die... Would you look at that, when I get into the zone I make up little rhymes in my head... As I move about I feel my own blood drip from my legs and chest, it splatters on the ground... The rocks are suddenly painted grey and red like the skin of an apaloossa, I try not to focus on what I lost, but on what you're losing. Yes I see a few scrapes along your neck and face where my thrashing hooves got to you, my lips twitter in a grimacing smile. My attack for that sensitive skin along your girth was probably a little annoying, but not horribly painful...

You turn around and go for my girth too? Rather repetative, but it's expected in battle... At least you didn't try to bite me, you take it on your hooves to attack. I swing my hinds around, away from you. Your hooves were moving fast, I knew I could do nothing to truly escape... I shut my mouth tight to evade any sort of pain-filled noise, just before I feel two crescent razors collide with my weak side.... Thank goodness you aimed just a bit too close to my girth, towards my stifle I would have been done for. I don't hear the familiar SNAP, I simply hear the painful, deadening thud of hoof to flesh. My ivories gnash out, but I just wish to hopefully scare you off for a moment or two. Fruitless...

You throw your forehooves at my shoulder, I let myself go limp to deaden as much pain as I can. I am sent away at a slight stagger, kinda like you just pushed me! I wonder what help it would be pushing me away from you, but then I notice my shoulder was bruised so hard it was numb. I shrug it off, knowing right now concentrating on pain will bring no success. I let my brain know that my shoulder will throb with pain soon if I dont act quickly and get some good hits in before I get a little too tired and achy... Before I really notice, I see a flash of white as your vampyric teeth are headed for my leg. I move quickly, quick enough so that only a little scrape cuts my leg. A small trickle of blood meets the bloody river beneath it, and I strike out after you, sending a wave of my own blood onto your black pelt.

You scamper away like a dog would that has just been beaten... though it was sort of the opposite here... I was just bloodied up a bit, though I'm not running... Things are confusing in battle, thank heavens I have a complex mind to think this all out. As you are still taking your last step I take movement towards you, my great big attack has just begun. My muscles begin to churn like an ocean beneath my thick skin. I feel my mind go into overdrive as I carefully plan out each movement, and I begin to decide what your options of escape would be... And perhaps how to make an attack you cannot escape... That of course, might just be impossible for a quick arab like you, Raaquis.

My usually thundering hooves are silent as I hear my pulse in my ears. I seem to hear nothing else except my own breathing and heart race... I toss my head as I take one or two cantering steps towards you, letting out a sort of hoarse cry. My tones are deep and scratchy, but short, and more of just a slight battle scream... Enough on my cries, let's see the actions. My mouth is set agape, and I make sure to keep my neck curled a little bit for my own protection. I am coming towards your left shoulder, with a plan in mind. With a little strain and a lot of tension on my weak hinds, I reach up with my vampyric ivories to clamp down upon the soft poll between your ears. Now I know you are fast, and I know I will get at least a hunk of flesh out of you no matter what you do... But I know I can be wrong, so I bother not to pay attention to what happens after my attack.

My second and third attacks come within moments of my landing. I know you had a clear shot at the lower half of my neck and my chest while I was in the air, but now that I am back down, I begin to carry out my plans. My eyes flash white for just a moment as I propel myself forward. In one graceful, well, mostly gracefull movement I begin this doozie of a movement. My teeth scrape along the frontside of you, your chest and neck, or whatever I can reach. I let my tongue out for a moment, letting any blood drip from it, falling to teh ground. A nice long cut across your chest will leave a pretty memory, a scar if it was deep enough... I bolt past you, and kick out wildly once, powerful and hopefully painful if I timed it correctly. I could have hit early, only causing a little bruising... If I hit your shoulders or your barrel in teh perfect time I would be lucky to hear a chip in your bone, maybe a break... If I hit too far away, then just a cut from the razor edges of my hooves... Who knows what I did to your muscle, you are behind me... I take a few steps away from you, before wildly turning my body about to face you. The whites of my eyes are thick with excitement, fear, hate, pain, and lust; All at once.

And those mixed together with my muscle makes for a deadly combination. Let's see how you can counter it, Raaquis. I'm ready for what you can throw at me in the last moment of this battle...

Maximus

Testament - Post

Advocatus Diaboli. "Run away? You should get your facts straight, dead boy. You speak Latin, do you?" Latin and Hellspeak. The two languages of hell, guess that�s where he picked it up. "Go back to where you belong before I put you back. Mortuus puer! Lost nonnullus of you're solers in nex vel did vos usquequaque combibo is ultum?" He had been speaking Latin more often and the words felt like right coming from him. Maximus is not here to banter about humans, he is not here to show anyone up. He is here to fight. "Tired already? Gee, I though there was so much more to you. Look like you are just skin and bones." Maximus snarled. Petty insults about his breed, home, and self. A wolfish smirk on his mug. Like he hadn't heard it before. It was all water to him, water that would roll off his back. He is not some stupid draft from a dark herd, like most here are. Trained in combat and military, he knows how to fight. He knows how to move, despite his size. For some, learning to fight is a right, a privilege. For him, he had to learn by himself, or die at the bloodied hands of his friends. He had the best of both worlds. He does deserve death. Maximus admits it, but he won't have it taken by some dead horse who couldn't stay here. Again, he rears. His neck safely out of reach, only his leg feels the scrape of teeth against it. Not too bad. Lashing out, he aims for the skull of the other with sharp scythes. spinning on his hinds, he meets the other in air. here, he has the advantage. Pushing his giant weight against the other and snaking his head to slice through the dead skin on the neck. Who said the Emperor was trying to kill you? The calsh of the bodies jolts him for a second, but he doesn't lose balance due to his large hooves. Any with smaller ones would have stumbled. One like Opal. If he latches on to this hard to miss neck right in front of him, he would pull out the other's insides. Hey, he wasn't using them anyway. Oh so now it took two to take down one? Well, he hadn't expected much from them. Maximus felt the other's weight on his back, but brushed it off easily. He was young and light. Maximus was built of harder stuff than that. Spinning on the colt, he grinned. He had already run off, Maximus had never seen such a coward in battle. One such as him would never have lived past his first year where the Emperor was from. Yet, they were not there. He lunged at the other. Greatly out weighting him and more experienced. "I should get Augustus to come and test you. You wouldn't even last to him." Maximus sneered. Yet, he did not need a colt to fight his battles for him. The obsidian one aimed a hard kick at the other's chest. Close enough to practically ensure a hit, he knew this would break the bone if hit straight on. Crushing the other's heart and lungs with shards of his own internal amour. Move to the right of left and it would break the shoulder. His hindquarter�s much stronger than those of desert breeds. It's all that plow pulling that does it. Oh, he got a girl, did he? Well, Maximus might just have to pay her a visit, in a little while. After all, this was starting to get fun.

Charming

Testament - Last Post

Charming waits patiently for Stanley to arrive, which comes as a large surprise. No one from River Valley has a reputation for being patient, yet Charming remains still and rigid. One look at him could tell you exactly what your up against. A strong, powerful young stallion with an overwhelming desire to fight. But, this other king hadn't even showed up yet! A snort of disdain is emitted from the young studs nares, more of annoyance then anything else. Here he was, blood boiling, skin tingling, every inch of him ready to battle, and Stanley hadn't even shown. The sun cowerd lower into the sky, casting an eerie red hue over the land and illuminatnig Charmings well muscles body. And finally, the approach of hoofbeats strikes the princes auds. Orbs snap to attention, landing upon the form of Stanley. He's no so impressed, but neither will he underestimate the stallion. Charm remains still as Stanley approaches, auds cupping forth to listen. He can hardly believe what he hears. Jesus Stanley, someones arrogent. Charmings going to make you eat your ego now. Older yes, but thats all you've got Stanley. How could you know your strong and more skilled? Snowfire is far more powerful then you could hope to be, and he has trained Charming since the day of his birth. You honestly degrad that with your petty insults? Fine.

Charming rolls his eyes in disgust, knowing that Stanley was no different then every other horse he expected to fight. I guess you are as dumb as you look, thinking that dear Charm was weak. Obviously, you are not the better fighter. I'll point out three mistakes you've made here stud. One, you underestimate. Your not so old yourself, only five, two years advanced. Two, you are foolish enough to mistake age for weakness. If you were truley as skilled as you claim, then you would have known that age has nothing to do with battle. Have you even ever been in one? You'd think you would have more common sense. Its not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog. So I can see how good you are. Now Stanley, what makes you think that your the mighty one who gets to decide this. Charming has nothing to prove to you, and you know what, hes not going to respond. Once again, you prove how fightingly impaired you are by yapping your trap. Maybe your enemies die from boredom? Oh yea, you made that third mistake. You talked, and while speaking, it was obviouse that you expected Charming to wait and listen. Anyone would expect that, but guess what? He didn't.

Charming didn't wait for a second word to get out of Stanleys mouth before attacking. Your a fool for getting so close, just to speak. In an instant, the ivory stag threw the bulk of his weight upon his haunches, which bluged with oncoming muscle as the for-half was raised skywards into a rear. Daggers caved forward, Charming came crashing down towards Stanleys skull. Now, this attack will be very difficult for you to avoid. Its like a human who just begins to talk to another. You don't expect nor prepare for them to punch now do you? Doubt it if Stanley was even prepared for this. Charmings daggers aim for the crown of your head, between the ears. A direct blow could crush your skull in, of course, killing your arrogent self. Move forward, and his weight will crash into your back and snap your spine. Move back, and it will destroy the bone around your muzzle. Side to side and it will still blow your skull. Choose wisly.

Words are a waste of time in battle. It should have been obviouse that Charming would not back down, so why did you bother giving your little speach about how amazing you think you are? Even this youngling knows how senseless that is. Charmings not even so young, and maturity wise, you seem to be equal. He is three, not very old, but strong and full of heart. Heart for fighting that is. Charming knows that he has two attacks left, and he gives you no time to recover. As soon as his fordaggers land, Charming's dial shots forward, vamps slipping out. Their yellow hue sparkles red in the downing sun as they surge forward, ready to clamp around your muzzle. If he lands this blow, then of course Charming will savagly shake his dial to rip out skin and tissue. This will be painful enough, but theres a bonus! Horses cannot breath out of their mouths, only their nostrils. Should this work, then blood will pour into your nose and limit your air supply if it doesn't suffocate you. Yes, if this happens, then the battle is over before it began.

Once again, Charming doesn't waste a second. He wheels around, rear facing you now. The haunches of a horse are the most difficult to harm, for they are thick in meat and muscle, making the hind limbs the more powerful. Back-pillairs lash out from beneath his compact body, aiming to strike you right in the throat. A hit would most likley hit your windpipe as well. This will be incredibly painful, and once again, making breathing and even speaking difficult. Maybe that'll shut you up.

Now he's done attacking. Before Stanley could even realize that he's been bombarded, Charming dances away from the older stag. Orbs are alight with an eagerness to spill more blood, for now hes had a taste for it. Theres just no word that can even begin to describe what he is feeling right now. Its such an adreniline rush, his heart thumping madley, veins pulsing, all eager to clash bodies again. No, theres no explainging a dark souls first true battle, or the sick enjoyment it bestills in them. Oh, you better be careful now dear Stanley. Pools narrowed into cruel slits, Charming awaits the attack promised from Stanley. You sure can talk fool, but can you back that up? Maybe, maybe not. Only time would tell, and your times running out.

Kalina
Testament

Sundowner
Testament

Bullet for My Valentine

She remembered why Maximus had entertained her so. She always had a strong taste for the black strong ones. At first, she didn't think to much of the stallion. He was her king, she was his mare. If nothing at all it was just a lustful relationship. The only other mares she remembered greatly were Hopeless and Black Orchid, as they both vyed for Maximus too.

But Mai was young and niave then and had a sas and a talk to rile just about anyone. They all took a instant dislike for one another, a tension that would never dissappear.

When she had first tried for Queen she didn't get far. Black Orchid had got the best of her, if she remebers right. That only drove Mai more though. Black Orchid was queen for a while and Mai disappeared for awhile

She returned to birth Kahlua, just as the other's were bearing there children. She was not content in being ruled by another female. At this time Hopeless had taken the position as Black Orchid had gone elsewhere and Mai took it upon herself to take the title away.

Despite Hopless's powers, Mai triumphed with her own fire witchcraft. After rightfully taking her spot as queen she gave birth to Augustus, and then Rhea. When she became pregnant a fourth time, Black Orchid had returned, but Maximus had not. Mai waited for sometime before finally trailing out of Mount Vesuvius for good, she knew he wouldn't come back and she wasn't wasting ther rest of her life waiting.

She gave birth to Lucifer, and he went on his own, leaving Mai in her solitufe. Which was something Mai wa not used to. So at one last attempt she went to the lake, where she was suited by Black Liquid, another notable stallion.

She gave birth to twin girls, Raven and Cheyenne.

She then met Black Orchid one last time, as one tried to out due the other.

and then she layed...and took her ride to eternal hell...

my love is dangerous

i went to a party ;; bullet for my valentine
everything was fine ;; mare
that is until they broke out in a disease ;; eight
a disease called drunk love ;; mustang x arabian
and everybody just started loving on eachother ;; chestnut
it was actually quite awkward ;; versace x unknown
the boys were eyeing me ;; maximus;black liquid
so I got down with the sickness ;; kahlua, augustus, rhea, lucifer, raven, cheyenne
and woke up next to you ;; lily

Kresent Killer

The other half of her contribution is in next post. 
Dear friends and family,

It�s not even that I didn�t know my family, it�s just that with so many outward influences we have drifted from our closeness. Even now, dead and roaming the gates of Hell, which is as promising as it sounds for us darks, with Snowfire who was once my daughter's grandest of mates, a one night stand as it would seem, I sigh as I watch the bickering through this amazingly large port-hole and stomp my foot. Oh sure Darkheart�s here but everyone generally ignores him because he�s not worth mentioning-ever. So I stand beside one of the legendary stallions, actually I tower but Snowfire only laughs at this. I�m massive after all. And I toy with my last post but here is how I shall update it to new events and I can only hope that it gets out of this hell-hole, which is being taken over much to the Devil�s amusement, by me and Snowfire and Maximus and all the other killers here. Opal�s even here! This gave me a turn and made me mummer something non-intelligent and bolt. I know it�s terrible. But I brightly and shyly speak to him and his mare Dawns Revenge, whom is as delightfully evil as they say! Mai is here too, but Charming isn�t�the poor boy isn�t actually dead but just left Mist Meadow.

Hell is not how I expected it, I expected a place where horses were at the bottom of the food chain and where mares were in-equal, which was why I hoped Rebel would go first because he would change this, but as I find out now it�s not! The Devil�s queen, Devilina is quite as powerful as her lord and he knows it and he adores her. Persephone and Hades you could call them and Hades did adore me, not really a fancying notion but more of�you are so adorable I simply must be friends with you! I adore him as well, but not in mate kind. Indeed Rune was here and I was having fun with him. We had missed each other over that period of time.

Well sweet pea, I had been ill when I had prepared my final viewing, so here�s the good copy for all my family to look at and treasure. I love you all.

The curse that had been over top of my head like a terrible cloud simply wasn�t leaving. My nose was running and my head was heavy and I could barely swallow over a huge lump in my throat. But I have to say that my death is here, the reaper at my door. My enemies will rejoice as I leave this world in which we live in, my death causing happiness for so many who hated my power. My overlarge family shall go on as they will be forced to without one of the three elders; after all they have no choice. I will die and Sins or Bu will take my place as a leader.

It�s not that I die from enemies or that anyone can claim pride at my death, but I die from a sickness that if I remain would kill every foal in Mist Meadow. So I suggest those who laugh and dance is sad for me. Those who cheerfully say thank god be grateful at the sacrifice I made for every foal in Mist Meadow. I sacrifice myself not for them, but for my family and my new son, Lucian. Another son like Pitch Black I gave birth too, my Lucian as I have named him. It was lucky Bucephalus had just given birth by me and I was able to get her to take him before he got to close. He would never feel my touch or my love and even now in the boiling heat of hell I feel tears well up.

I stand calmly and easily in the graveyard, before slipping away to the back areas of the mountain path, deciding once and for all that I will not die alone in the graveyard where no one will remember me, but as I take unsteady steps, dizzy and woozy, I walk to my first home. Voller Kries, I slip several times in the mud but with determination and will power I force myself to continue on to my home, a pain starting in my side but still I continue, troubles with my breathing but continuing on none the less. The age lines which would be unnoticeable to my first beauty are etched tightly in my face, though in no way am I old. Only a decade old. I barely make it to my birthing place, where I had given birth to Pitch Black, collapsing inside the low ceiling cave with a shallow gasp. My body stretches out as I begin to spasm and I write letters to the most important horses in my life in my head.

Mama, hell you�re a greater legend than even Rebel and Daddy. Everyone knows AngelFire and everyone knows better than to mess with you, after all, you�re the one who taught Rebel how to kick ass and whoever has fought Rebel knows to back off when you come here. I beg of you to understand why Bucephalus has been given Lucian. You were a great mother but I don�t wish for you to have to play Mama any more, to Lucian you can be his favorite grandma and the one who teaches him our ways.

Daddy dearest, please forgive Rebel for his trespasses, he loves you like I do and I�m sorry that I, your look-a-like has to leave you so soon, seems like only yesterday you were grating at me for being with Rune when he stole your home before telling me that it was good for me to take advantage. You were there through Darkheart and all my childhood dreams and I love you more than life. I hope I see you sometime in the later future so you can help me run Hell.

Rebellion Force, Sapphire and Victim say hi and I too say hi to you. We were close, weren�t we? Of course being a year apart and living in the same terra till I was six would do that. God I missed you when I was laying beside Rune at night, you were more than a brother, you were a best friend. Kick ass and kick it hard, love Coldfire because she deserves it and watch over my babies Rebel, for me.

Cursed & Coffin, I never got to know you ladies and that saddens me, but take care of mama and daddy and Rebel for me since I�m not here. You know how much he annoys us because he loves us. Also Cursed, I know you hated me and Mother for being little whores in your opinion, but we love you no matter what so keep that in mind.

Sapphire Gem�s brood. You are only three foals and six grand foals in total, but Prophacy you are the heart and soul of your mother�s blood. Remember to worship your dark family and bring reason and lightness to them. Don�t change for anything and for you foals of Prophacy and Octavian�be good and work hard to play hard, remember who�s blood is in your veins and don�t splash it around for any mare. Your great-grandfather Opal is nipping me so I guess he�s saying hi, as is your Grandmother Sapphire. They miss you.

Rebel�s brood. My god your daddy�s a little man whore, twenty three foals and twenty-two grandbabies. Hell that�s even more than me and I address the whole lot of you. Never forget, our family is strong and important and no matter what when it comes down to anything we will protect you from anything. Stop those who bad-mouth us and kill those who dare attack your family. Family first, lovers second.

Bucephalus, my darling, my eldest child and the birth giver to five of my nine grandchildren, the fifth foal is currently in your womb. Your father is a bastard and doesn�t even say anything when asked of his behavior here; he has been beaten by Opal and Snowfire for his sins. We both know he is a bastard and I am pleased you never followed in his path. You are like your mama, you play queen and princess when you want to but whore when it pleases you. The reason your one of my favorites. You are my greatest pride and joy and I love you and want the best for you, but it seems you already have that Queen Bucephalus. I begged you to take your youngest brother and you did my sweetheart, he is yours for safekeeping. Nurture him and keep him alive with your own newborn daughter. For me, my child. Bucephalus�s children and grand-children, be good and Amelia don�t just run off because you want to be free, your mama loves you and remember that.

Lindt, enough said my sugary sweet but harsh daughter, how I love you and respect you. You take your name and my name into further than Bucephalus, she�s better known but you have so much going for you. Take care of your four children; don�t ever let Oblivious think you don�t love her. You stand on your own hooves as high in rank as I ever was, perhaps a bit smaller but it makes no weight, because you don�t have horses haggling for you. You fight for yourself and I admire you for that my darling. Good for you sweetheart. Watch out for your brothers and sister for me and make sure my grandchildren mind their manners.

Pitch Black and Kresent Knight, where the hell you boys went I�ll never know, but all I know is that you aren�t there anymore. No matter, you will be there for your sisters when the time comes and your younger brother�I know you both and I know that you will always protect them when I�m not there to protect them. So be good for your family.

Lucian, you cannot feel the pain I feel from not knowing I will never ever get to love or cherish you with you standing there. I will never know you, but I know your sister Bu will take good care to you and you may never know it but I�ll be beside you through anything, just give a call and I�ll come to your beck and call. I�m here for you forever and I�m sure you�ll live to greatness as all my foals have.

I snort softly as my body seems to take its own cry from me, spacing out to become nothing as I sigh as I feel the muscles all over me begin to relax. I feel myself slipping away from my body, feel the weight lifted as I arise like a ghost, gazing down at the glazed eyes and black body that is laying so motionless and a tear rolls down an invisible cheek as I hear wails of pain. Gone is the one who was a queen, a sister, a lover and a friend. I don�t know if I�ll always be remembered, but as the cave opens deeper and out steps my men and I fly to them, I can�t help the small choking laughter of love and happiness as I bustle, biggest of them all and more powerful in body until we hit the rock bottom.

The burning lake was torturing its victims, but as they invited me to swim, it turned to pure water for me and I snickered, splashing boiling hot singes upon the stallion ahead of me before flaunting off. I�m like that and I run upon the burning sands, making no heed to the painful screams. My home, my paradise and I am drawn to a clear image and stare upon it, saddened and delighted to find my family mourning. Saddened to cause them pain and pleased that I can watch them forever. Be safe my family. I love you.

Love You All Forever, 
Kresent Killer

RIP 
Kresent Killer 
Out of Black Liquid by AngelFire 
A Loving Mother, Sister, Aunt And Daughter 
A Killer Lover, Fighter and Fiend. 
Rest Forever In Hell Where Only The Great Go

To Kresent Killer, I shall miss playing you my sweetheart, go to hell and await for your family. My final gift to you is putting you on the Legends page with 2,066 Words as a tribute to your beauty, your wisdom and your strength. My Inner Souls are empty without you.

xThey Singed Herx

Kresent Killer

xThey Called Upon Herx

Died At The Age 10yo

xThey Boiled Herx

Shagya Arabian|Friesian|Shire

xThey Burnt Herx

Smokey Black

xThey Stretched Herx

16.2hh

xThey Made Herx

Kresent Killer wasn�t just a loyal mare, she was severely loyal to the point where she would actually kill for her family. She is the type that once betrayed she will instantly have a grudge for that horse and they will see the side that you don�t like. Loving to her family is one side, where she is kind, loyal and very protective. Her second side is like black to the ivory white of her first one. She came become cruel and rude, ravishing and even some what a cannibal is such a thing exists through horses. She has a variety of mood swings and she loves to cause others pain. Not really your favorite girl, but she�s a daddy�s girl to some part. Stay on her good side. If she has one.

xHer Constellationx

Dark

xThey Created Herx

Black Liquid xXx AngelFire

xThey Seduced For Herx

Rune

xShe Brought Forthx

Bucephalus(F)(x Darkheart)

Lindt(F)(x Rune)

Pitch Black(M)(x Rune)

Kresent Knight(M)(x Kade)

Lucian(M)(x Riddick)

xAnd They Brought Forth(Grandfoals)x

Dementia(F)(Bucephalus x Snowfire)

Oblivious Desires(F)(Lindt x Oblivious Killer)

Rebellis Vengance(F)(Bucephalus x Raaquis)

Bloodied Runes(M)(Lindt x Zigzag)

Viktor(M)(Lindt x Zigzag)

Rurik(M)(Bucephalus x Raaquis)

Godivia(F)(Lindt x Zigzag)

Amelia(F)(Bucephalus x Dead Reckoning)

Shafire(M)(Bucephalus x Dead Reckoning)

xAnd They Brought Forth(Great Grandfoals)x

Eris(F)(Dementia x Zero)

Aquus(F)(Dementia x Zero)

William(M)(Dementia x Zero)

xThan They Brought Forth(Great-Great Grandfoals)x

Selene(F)(Eris x Zuberi)

xThey Arex 
Angel

Alunai
Testament

Dawn's Revenge
Died January 17, 2007

Testament - Last Post

No one can blame you 
For walking away 
Too much rejection 
No love injection 
Life can be easy 
It's not always swell 
Don't tell me truth hurts, little girl 
'Cause it hurts like hell

Eboniy vix cantered into these lands, something few had the power to do. This stretch of beach belonged to that of the wild brutes, and any lone fae to wander into these parts were normally better off not being spoken about. The sky had a distant storm lingering on the horizon. The wind picked up as she walked closer and closer to the waters edge, spraying salt into her gentle fascade.

Jewels scanned the area as she saw Opal standing alone looking back, scanning the horizon for she was guessing, her. She smiled and realeased a happy nicker, picking up a two beat till she was splashing gracefully into the water to stand by his side. His red coat gleamed in the light, the glint in his eye showed how at home he was. She looked out over the foaming water, she took a deep breath of the salty air and realized she was at home too. Next to Opal the one that had been there through so much and in the view of the open horizon, that was her home. Nape arched, she looked over at her love. She was ready. Her pelt was still pure and onyx, and her hips were still as tight as a 4 year olds. Layers of trained muscles rippled underneath her pelt. As the sand sunk deeper around her iron daggers, the waves began licking and pulling on her. But not until Opal and her were ready then they would take the first step together. And be lost forever at sea.

But down in the underground 
You'll find someone true 
Down in the underground 
A land serene 
A crystal moon, ah, ah

Her life had been no fairytale. She had been through a lot, 3 homes in 11 years. Lost a brother and and adopted daughter. She had been raped but still learned to love. She was young when she first felt the blissfull glee of bein in love, but it wasn't true for he left her when the rape happened. soon after she met her brother, or sorts, Raindark. She learned so much and through his guidance she healed and learned to love again. This time it was her old lords enemy, Opal. And he was true, honest and fit her to a tee. he balanced her and she him. It was a match that they would hold forever as the take the plunge together.

It's only forever 
Not long at all 
Lost and lonely 
That's underground 
Underground

She thought back to Nymphetamine. To how she hoped he was safe and would grow to be strong and wise under Cloud. She was ready. Looking at Opal she gave him a loving nuzzle then nodded. It was time. She looked at the horizon It was time to return home.

No one can blame you 
For walking away 
Too much rejection 
No love injection 
But down in the underground 
You'll find someone true 
Down in the underground 
A land serene 
A crystal moon, ah, ah

RIP Dawns Revenge: loving mother, cousin, sister and Friend. Faithful queen of Opal, her true love. Together they drift forever lost at sea, until the horizon takes them in.

Bridge

Testament

Over Troubled Waters... ...I Will Lay Me Down

.The Stats.

I was called: Bridge I was Blessed: Stud I was seen: chestnut I was cut: Arabian I died at 10 Springs I Looked: Muscular and defined, face slightly dished but definetely like and arabian. I'll Always was: protective/trusting(once you earn it)/loyal/snappy if you are to him/strong/confident/ . Trace Me Back To:Trouble's Water x Godess^RIP My Home was: Shimmering Springs My Position was :Ex-Lord My Standing was: neutral My Queen was: Tequilla Sunrise One of Special Mares Were: Oxide I had many foals, so many that I cannot remember a lot... Icy sun San Francisco Waters Prophacy more to come... [post to me on OOC if you have Bridge baby]

HTML made by +Streak+ at Kamikikhan

Illusion

Testament - Post

Soon, the bastard comes into veiw. A LIGHT, mind you, wouldn't keep his mares against their will, would they? And whoever said the little fae did love to be kept prisoner? You yourself don't sound much lighter than myself. And by the way, I'm neutral, and you're fortunate enough to catch my bad eyes. My usually gentle brown eyes turn a bloody red, and I'm ready to bring hell to a brute who won't let his faes choose. And if I didnt respect my FORMER queen's feeings, why, then did I let her go, along with Cloud Chaser to raise her child elsewhere? She never even had to come back if it was against her will. I never force, but clearly you do.

My auds are no longer pinned, but perked as they catch your immature words.

" Me, immature? listen to yourself. You think insults get you anywhere in life, do you? And for your information, you clearly don't know who I am, for surely you wouldn't be saying this, would you. Unlike you, sir, I respect all my faes, and those who feel otherwise are simply mislead, but I never 'use', I love. And if you're so good to her, why not give her freedom? I let my mares go elsewhere to find their happiness elsewhere if they wish it, I don't hold them to the land, as you clearly do. don't be a hypocrite, and I'll let you know, I am who I am, but all you seem to be is a liar, a dark in a light's skin, and I see it as truth, don't take it as an insult, but a statement", I speak coldly.

I stand 16.2 hh, adn you stand, what? 15hh? After all, you aremustang, and they don't really have height. But be warned, I have arabian in me, that is why I'm not as tall as I should be, 16.5hh, so be thankful. I am also blessed with the grace of any arabian, and the strength and poewr of my better half, so careful, I may be muscular, but I CAN move.

Laugh in my face, will you? Fine, but that makes you stand rather close, doesn't it? AND I take advantage of this closeness. I show no signs, but soon, my dial is flying toward your own, easily able to reach any point on your pathetic waste of flesh you call your body. My ivories flash, and I aim for the delicate spot between the ears. Move to either side, i will probably take off a ear. Forward, and, well, I'll hit the spot where the spine attaches to the dial, and this could cause death, as well hitting between the ears if you're foolish enough to stand still. Back up, adn odds are, I will take out that eye of yours and blind you, or hit your muzzle, and tearing a ice of flesh off that would hurt big time, wouldn't you think so?

Oh, how thrilling it is to fight, adn me having the advantage of height and wisdom since odds are I'm older than you, I am far from disadvataged, wouldn't you say. I'm not usually the one to fight others for mares, but the way you hold your lovely faes hostage, it sickned me to the fullest, filled me with rage, and I won't tolerate that, no way no how. Faes should be free to leave without having to run from the terrible brutes that hold them against their will, or fight them. No, stallions should grant them freedom, as I grant my faes their's. And as m dial draws back, the rage builds, but I keep my focus on you, my newest target. Now, I do a sharp U turn to bring me to your left side, and I once more, stretch out my muscular serpentine fast, not wanting to waste time. I aim for your spine. I rather big target, no? And if I were to hit it, it could possibly parylyaze you, or cause immense pain. I'll settle for either. But if yoy move back or forward, I'll probably still hit the spine, but to the sides, I would probably just hit the sides. no attack is perfectly executed all the time, am I not correct?

One last attack, and I'll make this one quick. I shouldn't have started out so serverly, but oh well, can't change the past, can I? I stay at your left side, adn soon, my muscular hindquarters strike out with the hardness of my fresian daggers to aide the impact, along with the strength of my muscular hindquarters. I aim to kow youm down, to cause you to land on the sharp rocks, or possibly break your delicate rib cage. A broken rib should be rather painful, no?

Now, I dance off to the side a bit, making sure I can see you coming, and am out of reach of a fast blow. Not much of a boy, am I?

Dead Reckoning
Died December 31, 2007

Testament

The sun began to set over the terrain, the mighty stallion watched it with narrowed orbs, his banners flew out behind him in the Spring breeze. He sighed deeply, knowing that hidden in the trees below him were many mares and foals, all his. It wouldn�t be long before he was gone, he felt young and vital still, he knew he could still out do any horse in battle, he still had the springy hocks of a colt, his pelt was still glossy, his eye still bright�..But they were not the problem, it was what was going on inside him that was the worry, not what the mares could see on the outside. He turned slowly and moved away from the grassy knoll, flicking his plume in arrogance as he wandered towards the waiting mare, she was as black as himself, except she had no flaws, he had but one, well, he saw it as a flaw but was having one ivory sock really that bad? He thought so, it was as though (to him) he had a little light within him, it was a flaw, it was almost like a hideous scar upon his otherwise unscathed bodice. He sneered at her, she was incredibly beautiful but he knew she was waiting for him to die, she was The Soul Taker, Deathnote. He bowed his dial to her in contempt, she had been coming back and forth for some days now and everytime she tried to lead him away, he dug his daggers into the earth and refused, but she knew, as did he, that he could not resist for much longer. She grinned at him, knowingly, he rolled his orbs and bared his fangs. The mare let out a terrible chuckle and spoke, her lyrics low and as cold as ice��

Come now, you know you cannot resist it for long�. He scoffed at her and strode past her, not being able to resist eyeing her sleek bodice as he slipped past her left shoulder and stood with his back to her whilst he watched the sunset, realising the irony of it all. Get lost, mare. I have no need to follow you, you cannot take me yet�.You know that as do i. He refused to look at her now, though he felt her turn and stand at his shoulder, he felt sickly turned on as she nibbled the hairs of his mane. She was thinking, that was obvious, but she had already revealed that she could not take him until he either willingly followed or the Devil told her to take him. Neither had done so as of yet but she would try to persuade him�.. Just think about it�Why remain here in agony? You are weakening, you can feel it, I know it. Come with me, father my young, lead the Dark Army alongside myself��You know we could take over�. She smiled to him, he turned his ebon dial to look at her, a puzzled look upon his handsome brow, take over? Hell? He snorted and turned from her again, he began to think it over, all she was doing, was offering him empty promises. He knew it was her job to persuade him to give his life to her, he flicked his audits forwards as a call echoed round the forest, ah Bucephalus�He chuckled and turned back to face the ebony mare, he was pleased to see the look of rage upon her mug, she had not realised that BU was his Queen, had she? What is wrong, Soul Taker? Do you not approve of my choice�.? She jerked her skull to look at him, he could see the rage burning in her fiery orbs. The thin smile on his mug widened as she opened her maw and screamed at him.

THAT WENCH? YOU ARE A FOOL! YOU SHALL��.. She trailed off, the look of rage and anger subsided and she gave him a look which actually chilled him through to the bone, he twitched his muzzle nervously and waited for her to continue, to speak what had just sprung to mind. When she did talk, he was not surprised at what came forth from her maw. It matters not, she shall learn that I was never one to cross�..I took Raaquis from her, I will take you too, someday�. She hissed at him, he knew there was rage and hatred between the two mares but he also knew that Deathnote could not do anything about it, as already explained, she can only take him if the Devil gives her his true name, or he agrees to go along with her, neither would happen yet. He knew that, he smiled slowly and nodded, Of course you will, now run along, I have business to attend to. He nodded his dial in good bye, she was hideously angry, he knew she would not give him a chance when it was finally time for him to go to her, she would destroy him in the worst way possible��Something made him freeze, as he turned his back on her, she began to laugh. Slowly, he turned to look at her, she was in a half rear, surrounded by darkness, her banners flew out all about her like the hair of a Banshee, he swallowed as she moved forwards. She dropped her fore daggers down quickly and smiled, leaning towards him, she hissed in his twitching spires�..I see you hold no respect for me, you will learn, boy. You will learn� She turned away from him, with her back towards the ebony stud, she hissed, he could tell she was smiling even though he could only see her from behind. How is Deadly Honor these days? Cute kid, really�.

She looked at him over her shoulder, an almost coy look played about her beautiful mug. The sudden lust and disgust for her was taken away with that look and replaced with pure hatred. He flared his nares and flattened his audits, she swore at her violently and shouted in rage. YOU GO NEAR MY DAUGHTER, ANY OF THEM, AND I WILL KILL YOU! She laughed, how exactly was he going to do that? He saw that she knew he could not kill her, he charged forwards but she vanished and reappeared behind him, these were not powers she had been born with or possessed all of the time, these were powers that she was only allowed to use when being the Soul Taker, i.e she could ONLY use them when dong her job�.Now, now�You know there is one way I will leave them alone, don�t you? He shivered in rage, refusing to look at her as he shook his dial slowly, she had won, she knew what she was doing. How could he ever expect to outdo the Soul Taker? He knew she could break the rules and take another life if she wished it, there was always a way around it�..If he refused to go, she could sacrifice another, of his blood, to take his place. Dead Reckoning would live but his daughter would die, painfully probably�..He sighed, he hung his dial in dejection and snorted, it would be done now!

Alright! You tiresome creature, I will come but you will leave this land! You will step no closer to those mares and foals, if you harm them�I know you, remember that. Once I am dead�.I can kill you. She screamed in triumph, she nodded slowly and spoke her last words�.3 Sunsets�� And vanished, he stared at the spot where she had stood before loping down towards his golden Queen, she was standing over their playing young. He touched her shoulder in grief but said nothing, though she glanced at him in concern. He forced and smile and looked towards the bloody red sky��He had 3 sunsets left on earth, he understood that part all too well�..

They Cursed Me Dead Reckoning

They Knew Me For 15 Years

They Saw Me As A Stallion

Taste My Blood Kladruber/Azteca

I Was Touched As Black with one stocking

I Tower At 16.3hh

Didn�t They Tell You I Was Usually dark and silent. He will prefer to keep to himself most of the time rather then seek out the company of another. Like his mother he will carry over her pugnacious tendencies with his anger especially sensitive to 'unintelligent' fools. He will always be a gentleman despite his loner-like qualities with a soft core inside of him so that if a lady can ever get past the hard core they may find a lover. He will think highly of himself and his he will also be able to speak Azteca easily. Fighting will come easy to this tyke like both his parents he will be intelligent and strong

Malice X Oblivious Killer

(c) To Lily.

Enishi

Testament

Speed Demon
Your in for a real horror story

Let's see where do I start with my boy Enishi? He was the first horse joined with the power of Super Speed and my first joined horse with a power. He was also in the top ten of my first horses on Mist Meadows. He was born in a far off desert sired by Morab and Mooncrest. There wasn't much to it he just left one day and found the Mist Meadows. Enishi soon became my second terra owning stallion. I had him challenge for a land, but one of the other terra stallions just died and so it was given to Enishi. As soon as Enishi claimed his land, called Barren Plains, he stared claiming up the girls. He quickly became known as the Speed Demon because of his unruly speed. He had a lot of mares fall for his charm and most of them were Arabians to keep his pure bloodline going. His first queen was Dry Ice and he first met her in Lover's Lake. She wasn�t like all the other girls who just gave herself up right away. Enishi had to work to get her to do what he wanted, but she did finally give into his charm. She had a face no one could ever forget and an icy personality to match. Her skin was purest of white, an albino to be exact. Enishi has never laid his eyes on another Albino that wasn't her kin.

Their first child was a colt named Ice Drop and became the heir to it all. I can�t remember any of their other children, but I know they had a least one more and it was a girl. Life was good and Enishi was making friends and enemies. One of his first friends I believe was Raindark, who turned out to be a stupid fool. Raindark was a light, Enishi more of a dark. The two were clashing and Raindark never even noticed. The first enemy of Barren Plains was Shadowfax. Enishi hated his guts and how he was always doing good things for others. Enishi challenged him often and won every time, but once when I decided to quit and had him back down. I had Enishi steal Shadowfax�s lovely maiden Immaculate Lovely and once she was in his possession he rapped her. She produced a filly, but quickly after that Shadowfax took her back.

One day everything changed for my boy. A young ebony and ivory female appeared on the joining board and of course my boy was quick to claim her up. Her name was Carrie and she battled Ice Cube and took her down. She took her place beside Enishi and though Ice Cube had been special Carrie was defiantly his one and only. She was everything he had been looking for in a woman, strong, dark, and dangerous. He called her his Deadly Girl and the two of them spread havoc. They had a son, Vulture, who became the new heir to Barren Plains. Once Enishi was invited on a raid with Black Liquid, his noble son Ice Drop (who had become a king himself), and Snowfire. I�m not sure it went much further then that because plans changed. Anyway Eni.shi was a proud member of the bachelors who soon talked the new king into making him second in command. Snowfire soon overthrew that king, but Enishi stayed in his spot. Snowfire wasn�t around a lot and so on of the fellow bachelors, Black Magic (a worthy rival of Enishi), told the Speed Demon he deserved the lead spot and that he thought he could easily take down Snowfire. As I mentioned they were rivals and so Enishi didn�t fall for his game and stayed for second place. Who knows what would have happened if he went for it.

Now to tell you were the mare Serenade comes in and their daughter Beyond a Dream. You remember how I said Raindark was a fool? Well this is why: Enishi secretly planned to take down his so called �friend� one day and be the reason for the down fall. You see problem was that Enishi was a dark and Raindark a light. Those two did not mix well and Enishi's ways were so much different then Raindark's. After having their alliance for a while the other darks began to question why the Speed Demon was a friend with a light and that's when Enishi starting making his evil plans. He planned on becoming even more famous then he was and being the one to silence Raindark. Well the plan all started with messing up his life and raping his beloved queen. The lovely lady Serenade stood waiting at the Lover�s Lake for Raindark to show. Three days had passed and he never appeared and so Enishi took the bait and rapped her. Beyond a Dream was created from that and she became a special daughter to Enishi. When Serenade came back to Crystal Waters pregnant with another�s foal everyone questioned her and labeled her as a whore. Enishi sat back in the shadows watching the scene unfold and chuckling darkly to himself. Everyone knew what was going on, but Raindark. Though Enishi had rapped Raindark's queen Raindark believed the stallion's lies. "If I hadn't of been there she would have been rapped by someone else! Wouldn't you rather it be me then someone else?" those were the exact words Enishi said all the time and no one believed him, but foolish Raindark; The one horse that shouldn't of.

He loved Beyond a Dream unlike any of his other children. He looked on all his children to bring destruction and power to Mist Meadows and show the world how powerful the Enishi line really was. Some of his sons really succeeded in that and Enishi was proud. One he even looked up to. Dreamer was different. He loved her no madder what she did. Even if she turned out to be the biggest light out there he would love her. Even if she hated him...

Dreamer did hate Enishi for a long time, but she could not change the fact that Enishi was her father and he would be there for her always. The fool Raindark kept coming to Enishi and apologizing for Dreamer's bad behavior and rude words she spat towards her father. "Raindark's my true father and he always will be!" Dreamer's words were always there in the back of his mind ready to be remembered when he had the spare time. Over time Dreamer finally invited Enishi into her heart when her younger brother Griffen died. He remembered that day like it was yesterday. The filly ran into Barren Plains, tears streaming her beautiful features. Enishi, with all his speed, was there and cradled her until she stopped weeping. He then remembered her fleeing from his home, but she had been much kinder to her father ever since that day and finally accepted him. Unfortunately Enishi left Mist Meadows before he could destroy Raindark and have more time with Dreamer.

A few years later the Speed Demon returned to Mist Meadows in full swing. His son, Raaquis, had just died and he was mad because he never got to see the son he trained in action. When En.ishi left Mist Meadows he took his sister, Tomoe, and his Son, Raaquis, with him. There outside of Mist Meadows he trained his son and sent him back. The night Raaquis's mother died he was sent back to Mist Meadows to keep the Enishi bloodline going strong and from what the dappled grey stud heard he was succsesful in his duty. Enishi came back and right away mares were begging him to mate. It seems horses still heard the legends and begged to keep them going and of course Enishi agreed. He quickly found Carrie who had still been living in Mist Meadows and hadn't shown herself since the day he left. His first act was to gain control of secon-command of the bachelors and so he challenged Lestat for it. He won by defult and was second for about a week before he challenge Ebonite for leader. Being leader of the bachelors had been his dream for a while and he ended up winning the stats battle with Ebonite. Not long after though, from lack of males in the bachelors, he gave his rein away to a stallion named Corrosion.

Enishi took control of a territory again, but this time called it Red Sands. Right away he began battling again and winning. He was older and soon became much different then he was before. His life was begginning to make sense and he relized, with the death of Serenade, how he had hurt many others and destroyed their lives. There were many girls Enishi remembered and still liked for example, Dry Ice, and Speed Obsession, but they were long gone witht he past. He found a new mare he quite liked named Samara, but Enishi soon retired his land of Red Sands. So you may be wondering how Serenade came back into the picture. Well Enishi challenged a stallion for her and won by defult. He held her captive as before in Red Sands and the two of them made a deal. Serenade had just been rapped by a stallion named Love's Rebellion and she wanted protection for her and her foal. As long as she stayed with him she would be protected and the two of them ended up breeding, but this time it was no rape. One day Love's Rebellion entered Red Sands to meet his daughter, but Enishi protected the filly and Serenade as he promised. He sent Love's Rebellion running out of his home and bleeding. That started the rivalry of Enishi and Rebellion Force, the Speed Demon and the Dark Lord.

When Rebellion Force stole Serenade from Red Sands the two erupted in a great battle, but still the reason why is unclear. Some say Rebellion Force challenged Enishi to avenge the spilled blood of his son and others say it was a challenge to see who was more powerful. Enishi was also fighting to win back the pregnant Serenade. In the end Enishi won the long, hard battle and saved Serenade from possible doom.

The day Serenade gave birth En.ishi was there. She had a twin boy and girl named Harmony and Dilemma. Soon after she was on her deathbed from depression and Enishi relized what he had done to her. He had ruined her live long ago when he rapped her and with her death he relized he had to make it up to her somehow. It was odd though Enishi had ruined her life in the end he had saved her from Rebellion Force.

It was a sad bay with Serenade died, but it was also a reunion. Beyond a Dream showed up to see her mother leave this world and Enishi got to see his favorite daughter again. After that he vowed to watch over their children and raise them to make amends with his bad deeds of the past. Going to Artorius, Serenade's son with Shadowfax, he talked him and his twin sister, Shattered Fate, into letting him stay in their home where Crystal Waters once stood and raise the twins. He didn't hate Artorius and Shattered Fate, but he hated their father and whenever he looked at them that's what he saw. So the remainder of his years he lived in Camelot (the old Crystal Waters) and raised the twins. His last raid he perticipated in was with Sliiquix and his herd of Dragon Empire on Point Pleasant. If felt good to be fighting beside Carrie again. His last battle had been the one with Rebellion Force and a week later he was found dying in Camelot by his daughter Anima and later Rebellion Force himself.

His body was already old and his wounds from the fight with The Dark Lord were still fresh and bleeding so it made all the weaker when his time came. He had been running with his super natural speed through the light terra of Point Pleasant when a sudden fire erupted. He knew Mist Meadows had been going up in flames, but he had thought with Point Pleasant's borders that it was same, but I guess he was wrong. That is unless some fire weilding stallion came in and set it aflame (which is actually what happened). So Enishi died on the floor of Camelot his legs burned and his body beatened from the fight with Rebellion Force. His soul left this world to spend the remainder of his days in the firey pits of hell, but Enishi would never know the name of his killer, Fierce.

To love, to hate, to live, and to die- it's all fate

Give 'Em Hell Kid

captioned // ||En.ishi||
orientation // Stallion
cycles // 29
observation // Pure bred arabian
dyed // Dapple gray

persona // You remember Enishi don't you? He is a stallion that holds strong lusts for the ladies and loves spreading his strong bloodlines. He's handsome and powerful and confident. He's also very protective over his mares and everyone who shares is blood. Let's just say don't mess with this family and just don't make him angry. Rememeber I warned you! Oh yes and he loves to run!

associates // Black Liquid

adversaries // The very daring Rebellion Force

loyalty | Dark with a tiny bit of neutral

legacy | super speed

parentals // Morab X Mooncrest

foals of the past //
(X Grey Rose- also Enishi's first born)Vardo[M]gone
(X Carrie)Vulture[M]gone
(X Tomoe)Raaquis[M]gone
(X Duchess)Enrivo[M]gone
(X Namika)Navaho[F]gone
(X IceCube)Icedrop[M]gone
(X Serenade)Beyond a Dream[F]gone

AND many more I can't think of!

foals of the present //
Icy Gem[F](X El Gem Del Fueago)
Unnamed[F](X Carrine)-stillborn
Chernobyl[F](X Endzone)
Hellian[F](X Dare-Devil Diva)
Sugar and Spice[F](X Rajani)
Vulcan[M](X Nocturno)
???[F](X September Strike)
Sangre Inferno[M](X Mielefiore)
???[M](X Clouded)
Anima[F](X Amaterasu)
???[F](X Kissin' Sky)
Aspire[F](X Rooke)
Moonshine[F](X Stardust)-twin
Clovan[M](X Stardust)-twin
Isis[F](X Devilish Lady)
???[M](X Dark Abyss)
Avund[M](X Avalon)
Harmony[F](X Serenade)
Dilemma[M](X Serenade)
Corvo Veloce[M](X Raven Scar)
Soul Bender[F](X Mila)
Punk Riot[M](X Carrie)
Essen[F](X Carrie)

the heir // Vulture(X Carrie)

the children who made something of themselves //
Vulture | Once king of Barren Plains
Icedrop | Once king of the Gorge
Vardo | Once King
Raaquis[The blood king] | Once King of Twilgiht beach

those remembered and hold a special place // Dry Ice, Carrie, and Serenade

sister // Tomoe[dead]

she stole my heart // Carrie

superior // Tay

Theme Song // The Animal I have become

HTML and PICTURE [C]Tay, 2007

Midnight Flame

Testament Needed

Darkheart

Testament Needed

Serenade

Testament

Her mind terrorized by thoughts of her beloved, her mind screaming in pain by her demons. How could she go on? She was a broken mare, unworthy of the love of nine children, unworthy. She was a whore like Alunai had dubbed her, she was nothing. An empty void of a mare. Her soul was tattered, nothing in it. And she couldn�t pull away from the pain of a mindblowing death. She would become nothing, forgotten as she should be. Alunai was remembered as Raindark�s only queen. Raindark was remembered but Serenade, no one knew the first queen the queen who was so naturally sweet that when it came to keeping Raindark even when he loved another she wouldn�t. She gave him the push and regretted it ever since. Beloved Raindark.

Her ears could hear the pleas, her mind was ignoring them, spiraling deeper and deeper into depression as she was. Depression had been there forever, since Beyond a Dream. Her Dreamer, but Dreamer hadn�t been blamed. Was it all Serenade�s fault her life had ultimately been ruined? She was too naturally kind, else why would she had been raped twice? Her foals were gone. She had no family�Raindark was gone�monsters, so many monsters in the dark.

Serenade could vaguely feel words drifting into her ears, her rambling mind making no notice as she lay on her knees, crushed. She could feel Enishi�s words, only rumbling in reply, �He�s gone�gone from me�she took him.� And burst into more tears, her words were thick and barely noticeable as she rolled her face in the dirt, it staining her white star.

Serenade was a beautiful mare. A star with socks with black pelt and a long, elegant body she was simply breathetaking. Even giving birth to nine, six with heavy fathers, she barely had a swayed back. Her eyes always held a certain kindness and beauty and nobility. She was suited as a mare to be looked at and not touch, why had they touched? And like the most delicate of glass Serenade had finally shattered�a million pieces.

She was going insane, she could hear Dreamer, could hear her introduce herself to the twins. �Dreamer�my Dreamer, my pretty baby girl.� She bubbled on, dirty streaks on her face as her head rolled back, tucked into her chest. The singing would aid her passing. Harmony�s singing was chasing away the demons, allowing her to slip away. �Harmony, my beautiful Harmony. Death doesn�t stop for me�� She could feel her normal self whisper as her soul began to leave, tattered.

Dilemma�s pleading voice drew her too, �Dilemma baby, I can�t help it�� She whispered as her soul left a hoof then another. Faith? Faith was in love, Fate had been gone for a bit�

�Watch your language Fate.� Came the natural scold even as Serenade finally opened her eyes, blurred from falling tears to see seven horses around her. The two twins, her two daughters and Enishi�Enishi who had wrecked her life and yet had made it better. He had won her.

�You freed me�thank you.� Serenade whispered as she stared into his eyes as another hoof slipped free, the last unwilling to leave her still youthful body.

The warmth of another surrounded Serenade as her daughter tucked herself beside her smaller mama like she did when she was a foal. �Faith...truly my Leap of Faith.� Whispered Serenade.

Artorius�s words were the last to fill her ears and in the few seconds she felt her soul slip free, felt the warmth of death and seen him.

�Home�to Raindark.� Serenade whispered softly, slipping fully away as she seen him. A towering, powerful and massive light gray stallion, opening the gates, his smile fulfilling her to the warmth she had known only in his arms, Griffen and Charit beside him. Home.

RIP 
Sweet Serenade 
Lover of Raindark 
Mother of Forgotten Charit, Beyond a Dream, Griffen, Farthen Dur, Artorius and Shattered Fate, Leap of Faith and Harmony and Dilemma 
To Home She Goes, 
To His Waiting Love, 
To Her Sons Who Wait For Her, 
To Home She Goes.

White Pearl

Testament Needed

Octavian
Testament

How do we describe Octavian? Well, you could say he is cold, cruel, mean, heartless and many other bad things. But that's only on the outside. Don't judge him because he seems like a bad guy. Get to know him first. Everyone should be given a chance, no matter what their alliance might be, or what side they are on. It's unfair to those who are left behind, and I'm sure you wouldn't want to feel that way. Everyone's heard it once or twice, but don't judge a book by it's cover. That's exactly how it is with Octavian. Underneath all the bad stuff, he's a good, gentle man who just needs to be found. That part of him's been locked up since he was but a mere little colt, young and naive. He is a puzzle, you might say, waiting to be solved. Or a lock without a key, that needs to be opened and has a door leading you into the center, where the heart beats; the heart of someone just like you. Everyone's the same on the inside, but you need to look closer to find that same person.

Let me tell you about my ebony boy. Sit back, relax and just listen. I'm sure somewhere you'll find the reason he is like the way he is right now. Or should I say...was?

Octavian was born about eleven years ago. He was small, and a bit frail in the bones. But boy, was he handsome! He loved to run, jump and play, and he was an overall happy foal. But his mother, Gold, wasn't a happy mare. She was worried about her high-ranking status within his father's herd. Augustus, was the boy's sire's name. He was a good fellow, most of the time. But not all the time. He had some troubles here and there, and everyone knew that. But Gold, she didn't really like him for who he was. She had been given the rank of Queen because Augustus knew that the foal inside would make a fine heir or heiress. And "it" turned out to be a "he". Augustus probably would've been glad, had he been around. Gold birthed Octavian in Augustus' terra, and went searching for him the next day. But she never found him. Well, she did, but it was only breifly, because Gold feared for her firstborn's life. For reasons unknown she fled from the terra after being defeated by another mare, and Augustus was never seen again. For this, my shadowed knight hates his sire, and simply dismisses him from his heritage.

Gold grew old over the years, and raised Octavian well. She taught him everything he needed to know about being a king, how to respect females, and many other things a colt should know. She watched with pride and happiness as Octavian grew from a scruffy colt to a handsome, sleek stud who would later go on to be the sire of many foals. She was so proud when he got his first terra, and she even lived with him for awhile. But as the years went by, Gold got weaker and weaker, until finally she just couldn't hold on any longer. Recently she died, at the astounding age of sixteen years. Well, not just recently, she died when my boy was about five years of age.

Octavian missed her very much, but he eventually got over her, and was able to move on. He met Prophacy, a lovely sorrel and white female who captured his heart instantly. He fell for her, head over heels, and he could not stop from tumbling down, sinking deeper and deeper in love with her. He was entranced by her beauty, her movements, her everything. They met at a death, actually. The death of a stallion, by the name of Fire. He was hard to kill, but they succeeded eventually. They? Yes, Octavian, Zigzag, Zero, Lindt, Dementia, Rebellion Force, and of course, Prophacy. That day was one the three amigos will never forget, because that was the day they met the females that would stick by them through thick and thin. All except maybe Lindt, who was loving, but sometimes unfaithful. But this isn't about her, or Zigzag. This is about Octavian and Prophacy.

The couple soon began to see more and more of each other every day, and they could not get enough of each other. They finally confessed their love for one another, and it was a happy, happy day when they did. Soon after, Prophacy became pregnant with one of Octavian's first foals. His second, to be exact. It was a male, I believe. The name I cannot recall, for there are many colts my legendary male has sired, plus many more. Octavian went on to sire eighteen more, giving him a total of twenty. How many grandchild he's got, I haven't a clue. Great-grandchildren are simply out of the question. His sons have not yet bred, nor have they found their true love. But I know they will someday, they just have to wait for her to come along and knock them off their feet.

Octavian mourned and mourned for days, weeks and even months, even after all this happiness had come to him. But he, too, noticed he was growing old, weak and frail. He knew his time was coming, and so did everyone else. He didn't want to go, but he knew he had to someday, sooner or later. And it turned out to be sooner, because one day, he simply fell to his knees, his body just too weak to go on. He was attacked, by some sort of desert lion. He was able to shake the animal away and the thing never came back. But soon, everyone was gathered about the ebony stallion who lay weak and helpless upon the ground. He was sinking, freefalling, deeper and deeper into the dark abyss of death, and he simply could not stop himself.

But he worried; where was his mate, his lifelong love, the apple of his eye, Prophacy? She was coming, and then there she was, laying down right next to him, and he was happier then ever, even knowing he was about to sink into perpetual darkness forever, never to return again. He snuggled with the two-toned female who had been loyal and faithful to him, through thick and thin, and had bore only his children. Oh, how he loved her so! He wanted to see her one last time, and his wish had been granted. He whispered into her ear, soothing her. I do recall him saying...

"Oh, Prophacy. I'm so glad you're here. I want to tell you I love you, I always will. I feel my end drawing closer and closer. I simply cannot hold on any longer. I do not want to leave you, but alas I must. I am losing my sight, my hearing, and my bones are becoming frail. I cannot live like this any longer. I will go tonight, and I want you and all of our family to be there with me, so I will feel no pain."

He sobbed and sobbed, not wanting to leave his love behind. But little did he know they would die together. Prophacy died before him, and his friends and family let him go. His eyelids fluttered shut, and a great sigh was heaved, his last on earth. He drifted lazily into a deep, deep slumber, one that he would never awaken from. The last thing I remember putting into his mind was that he was sailing, drifting away on a cloud, going higher and higher into the sky. And soon, Prophacy was there, waiting for him. Silently, they walked with each other, and knew instantly they were in a better place.

So, my dear Octavian, may you rest in peace forever. May you sail the deepest oceans, climb the highest mountains, and fly to the highest of heights. May you love everyone you meet in heaven, and may you not forget us. Because, my good friend, we will not forget you. Your legend will live on forever, and no one will forget you, I promise you that.

Live happily, and remember, you are in a better place.

Love, 
Mimi, Angel, and everyone else at Mist Meadows.

Duchess
Testament Needed

Legado

Testament

The peaceful clearing was bathed in silver moonlight. A star-streaked sky was clear, the pale moon continuously pouring down silver rays down upon the earth. Each star seemed to shine brightly tonight�. A gentle breeze stirred the tall blades of grass, gently swaying them to and fro. Night time melodies filled the atmosphere with a pleasant feeling. Tranquility plainly had a firm grasp upon the lovely night. But things were ending somewhere, too. All things had an end, and tonight, a great end would come to be found. An elderly stallion staggered into the clearing, wheezing. Each breath was harder to take in, his lungs struggling to grasp at the precious oxygen that didn�t find its way into his chest. His heart beat rapidly, yet futilely, for not even the gentle miracle of the priestess could save him. But that was as he wished it, as Eqqus wished it, and surely as Duchess wished it. Tonight, was his last night with earthly limitations�. He lowered himself to the earth�s crust, groaning with pain. And there he lay, knowing full well he would never raise again. But he lifted his skull weakly, and took one last, long glance around him, at the tranquil peace that filled his son�s home. He then gently rested his skull upon the earth once more, but never would it lift again, of its own will. His eyes closed, and his breathing slowed, but he drifted into the memories he held closely.

He remembered his very first steps into Mist Meadow. He had been young then. Muscular, strong, and a proud figure, and still, even in his dying moment, and ever since he�d taken his first steps into his life, he�d been proud, even floating about within his mother�s womb, he was proud. But Legado remembered his first sighting of Duchess, timidly approaching him. And they talked�.. And it wasn�t too long before he�d gained a home and sheltered her from further harm she�d suffered from her past. And he remembered falling for her, so deeply falling for her he�d never see another light like that which shone in her eyes. And then, the glorious day, when Nikairi was born. She was so full of energy. So full of spirit, it made this old stud proud to be called her father. And but a few years, Royal Legacy had been birthed from Duchess. And he was now a noble leader of Murmuring Rivers, though Legado felt how the young stallion longed for his birthland to be given back to him and his family. But it was gone, for many more generations. But perhaps one day��. And then, Secrecy�. She�d never been all that close, always leaving the herd, looking for her place and her purpose in life. She�d been lively�.. And of all those years, between and even during the foalhood of their children�s lives being started and growing longer, Legado and Duchess only grew stronger, but together. Their love was unbound by anything the world would ever be able to understand. It stretched on farther than any galaxy, farther than anyone could reach or touch. It was strong, and would always set an example for their children. A memory of the raid, and when he�d clashed with an ebon king, the ring leader, Dead Reckoning. Blood was spilled, a few lives lost, but the battle had been great and glorious, another memory left in the ashes of Paradise. It had been a sight to see ebony and ivory clashing, neither giving in to the other, but Legado had fought for those he loved, for his home�. For Duchess�. And though neither had been victorious, there was still a marveling glory that would forever be told in the tales of this great king�s life. He watched as his childhood flashed before his eyes. His grandsire�. The countless time he�s spent training, learning what he could from his grandsire. He recalled the passing of the great stallion, and the mourn that settled upon his heart�. And then, his memories brought him to the present or close past. He had three great grandchildren to watch grow from the heavenly skies. He had his family he could watch prosper and struggle through hardships and life, and feel beams of pride pour down upon them like the warm rays of the sun as he watched them win victory over those challenges life placed before them�..

A beam of light gleamed, and it took mere seconds for Legado to make out the golden shape of Duchess, her silvery splashed rump gleaming uniquely. A soft smile spread across Legado�s facades and he stepped forward, nuzzling her ever so tenderly. And at her side, the grey stallion he knew as his grandsire. He grinned, and he felt nothing but welcome and happiness surround him like a warm embrace as he stood with the two that meant so much to him. And the two he�d walk the starry skies with and the sunlit skies as well�. And it was then, that a sudden jolt shot through his physical body. And then, he lay still�. The shallow and rapid rising and falling of his side ceased. All movement stopped�. And he lay there, forever limp. And Legado now stood before his limp bod, his spirit glowing like fire, but at each shoulder, Duchess and his grandsire. He stared down at his bod in disbelief that he was dead. But the reassuring nuzzle of Duchess�s soft velvetiness against his nape, and the reasurring nudge upon his now youthful shoulder offered all the reassurance in the world�. And then, nodding to both of them, he faded , and turned to walk the skies, but not without sparing one last glance over his shoulder�. He would miss them, but never would he not be there for them�.. And he was gone�. A legacy in itself�����.

And so the tranquility went on, but within the air, a mourning tension. But all was as serene as it had been. His bod lay there, for his family to surround and for them to think of the good memories he shared with them all. Some would miss him more than others� But he was always with them. He was in the flowing waters that dances when the sunlight touched their surfaces. He was in the gentle breeze, caressing them soothingly in conciliation. He was always there, in everything around them, and within themselves�.. All they had to do�� Was remember�������

Deathnote
Testament Needed

Royal Legacy
Testament

The light was warm, but my golden pelt felt no warmth. I lay on the sandy riverbank which cradled the main river. Auds could hardly hear the rushing currents of the water that ran faster than any normal equine could ever wish to run. No summer warmth seemed to touch me and fill me with warmth and comfort. Breathing was heavy, sides making the hardest of efforts to force in oxygen. Ivory mane rested upon my sweat-layered nape, whipcords lashing at the bugs that attempted to make refuge upon my flank. Limbs were limp� I felt helpless, yet safe all in the same moment. I closed my lids, not wanting to see the blazing light any longer. This was something I knew would happen, but now? I was only 12 years old� Wasn�t this the same age my father died at? I could only hope, that if this was real, if this wasn�t a dream, that Rahown would live longer. I wanted the best for my family, and I hoped that Stephi might live a few more years, but since when could mates ever live long without one another? My mother and father proved it was something that was possible, with the right reasons to continue living on. But Stephi did have a reason, and that was to watch out children grow up, to watch Rahown make the best of everything he had as a resource� I had noticed my memory had been slipping. I remember making a trip to the lake, and yet I cannot recall if anyone, or even Stephi had showed up. But the breeding factor was not important. I hadn�t gone there for pleasure. I had gone there, possibly because I knew my time was at a near end, and I wanted to do what my father had done, and leave one last generation to remind others of who I was�. And thought not all knew my name, they knew my father, no doubt. Or at least, hopefully Rahown might change things.

I sighed heavily, still my body was trying to pull in all the air that it could, and still finding it could only catch so little. Was this the way I was going to go? By suffocating within myself? I could feel life ebbing away, and yet I still felt the strong determination my body withheld so greatly. The legendary stubbornness that coursed through every generation within the Legacy Family�. As I was about to close my eyes, a figure appeared. I saw a bay colt standing before me. But the scent was not of Murmuring Rivers, and yet it held a family scent about himself. I gave him a quizzical gaze as he looks down upon me with sorrow and amazement all in one single stare. His words great my hearing�.

� Royal Legacy?�

I nod. But why was he asking who I was? And why did he smell so much like the family? His face was foreign to me, and though I didn�t know all my children, I knew that he wasn�t one of them. But when his words greet my fading hearing, I felt my heart skip a beat�.

� I�m your uncle, Apasionado� Legado�s little brother�. I�m.. I�m sorry I couldn�t have come sooner to get to know you� If you wish, I will let all know of your passing, seeing as you might not-�

He cut off and looked away. And at the moment, I saw Legado appear in all his ivory glory, but as young and strong as he had been when I was but a colt myself�. At his side, Duchess, wearing the proud smile she always did when I was around. Legado smiled at me, and stood beside Apasionado, gazing at him a long while.

� I wouldn�t have guessed mother and father would have another child��

My father�s voice rang out in the same tones it had when he was alive, yet it had a bit of an echo about it� I attempt to lift my skull, but it failed miserably� I look to Apasionado who looks just as stunned as myself. He nodded in respects. He could see Legado and Duchess, too? I couldn�t believe this. But not being able to find my voice, I just listened as best as I could, every now and again, the sounds about me faded to the lowest of levels, then came back to me again� This time, Apasionado spoke.

� They said the same thing to me before they��

He paused, sadness filling his eyes. Legado reached out and touched his shoulder comfortingly, just like he always did when another of his family was hurting. He grinned and spoke in turn.

� They are content, and very proud you�ve found the last place the Legacy Family blood still runs strong�. I trust you will stick to this place, always, Apasionado. This is our family, and there is nothing more important than loyalty to your own blood�. You�ll take care of them from earth, no? I am always watching from above, even looking down on you�.�

Apasionado�s eyes lit with pride, the same pride I�ve seen in every member of the Legacy Family. I smile, then suddenly grow weaker, no longer able to crane my napt to look at those speaking. I was growing weaker and weaker, but my hearing, thankfully, stayed with me, despite it ever-fading. Apasionado�s words came next.

� I promise, Brother� I will die for this family�. You have nothing to worry about when it comes to my health�. I am honored to have met you, Legado, and I am sorry, Royal Legacy for not having gotten to know you in this life� Perhaps in the afterlife�?�

I could feel their gaze burning into my palomino pelt, and I soon felt the softest muzzle touch my side, instantly realizing the touch as my mother�s. I soon felt my father�s closeness, as well as Apasionado�s. But then, all feeling left me, my hearing vanished, and I felt my heart stop, and all motions cease. But I suddenly open my eyes to see me standing in a cloudy paradise, eyes landing all the souls of those who have been welcomed into the Heavenly Skyland. Legad stands beside me, mother on the other. I look to both of them, and stare downward tosee Apasionado staring over my physical body� But when sorrow overwhelmed me, it was then that I realized my hearing was sharp once more, eyes were in perfect condition, as was everything. I look to mother and then keep my gaze on Legado. He offers a comforting smile.

� In time, your lover will join us. But for now�. I�ve missed you, my son, and I couldn�t be happier and sadder at the same time to welcome you here� Eqqus is pleased with your courage and loyalty��

I smile and touch my father�s shoulder, as I have longed to do in many years�. I turn and nip gently at my mother�s shoulder before speaking, looking on into the vast, endless, cloudy landscape.

� I feel the same, father��

And being flanked by the two equines who had brought me into the mortal world, and guided me out, we walk together�. But thought continue to twist and turn, only hoping that someone might be there to comfort Stephi. It was then I could imagine Apasionado, my uncle as oddly as it had been, would see to her well�. And so, worries vanished as I relished in the company I�ve longed to be in for so long�.

FATALiTY
Testament

The filly was heaved out into the open after about an hour of constant contractions; splitting pain, and aggravation from her dam. It was all over. And within the second, the foal was out, laying in the shade of a tree; the place FATALiTY decided would be a perfect place for her last child to be given life. Her pale figure had gained in age; the passing years bringing a stark toll to her form, lifting her to the prime age of twelve. Yet it was different than that. More complex. Most horses at the age of twelve would be alive and well, continuing to fight with seniority and knowledge over the youth of the meadow. Not her. FATALiTy had done her fighting her whole life. From the time her mother pushed her from the unsafe multitude of her side. From then on, her fight had began. Her raged battle against the world, for all the pain it had given her. For all the hurt and scuffles she had to go through. To know that her ancestors had been humans - experiments used for the means of war to better one race against the other. And she had hated humans. Disliked them to pieces; wanted all of them to be destroyed in the most gruesome and despicable way. They talked of how great they were, how wondrous they could be. Saving the world when all they were doing was pillaging and thwarting an empire that could�ve been grand - yet wasn�t. It was all their fault. The whole entire thing.

With a groan of laze, she sidled upward, using her chiseled muscles to support herself. This would be her third foal. Her second girl. Her ears flickered as something passed behind him; the murderer�s jaw loosened, poised and ready to strike out for the kill. Lacing her venom into their veins, striking them down; with a painful but quick death. Her black eyes swivelled in her cranium, her gaze tracing over nothing but greenery. Silence. She turned, parting her lips to allow a slender and skinny tongue away from the overly powerful jaws belonging to her breed. She cleaned the little carcass, lipping off the liquid that came with birth before spitting it out and little while away, along with a yellow slime known as her venom. Normally, she would swallow the substance down; yet now producing milk for this little thing, would mean sure death as soon as the milk touched the filly�s lips. FATALiTY nudged against her as the deed was done; noticing she happened to be a pale red in color, splashed with ivory that reminded the dam of the fact her whole family had been pale in color. The whole line was either white or gray. She was the first, who wasn�t. But shared the subtle gene. At this, the filly moved upward, her ears flopping over her tiny poll, taking in the world around her with the dark, black, ominous eyes. She had taken in more of the family line, and FATALiTY was proud of that, but in a stark, and smoldering kind of way. The kind of way that made onlookers sick in the pit of their stomach.

The pale mare arouse to her feet, feeling herself sway though she held herself tight, gathering her balanced and remaining still and poised. She glared upon the child, unsure of what to name her. Something evil would always sound delicious. But for some odd reason, she was thinking more along the lines of harmless, goofy, and almost completely weird. Losing my mind she thought, grunting with amused anger. She began to flick her tail about her legs and sides, chasing away the buzzing summer flies that came along with summer. Though the bugs were annoying; this was her favorite time of the year. Being a snake in an equine body made things hard, very hard. Without the sunlight or the warmth of the air, the mare was crippled. Unable to move for long periods of time, and fighting; that was almost impossible. She couldn�t move quick enough; her body couldn�t equate the exaggerated frigid air to her movements of grace and fluid means. A downside. The only downside to the experiment. Yes. The only one. Her eyes lowered to the filly, as long ago clips of the past swept before her eyes, without her want. Without her need for such thing. Still, she did not fight against it; instead, she allowed it to flow. Dropping her guard, sifting back into a hundred years past; from the time it had first happen. When her bloodline had begun with the mistake of a scientist. Well acclaimed, and know as the best of the best.

Alan Drew had been a lawyer, someone revered in the old times. Someone loved, worshiped, and admired by young children and adults alike. He was a super hero, a person everyone wanted to match in some way. Superior, one could say. Though his greatness had never gotten in the way of his mind. For twenty years, he had solved and worked alongside the police of the city he had resided in. Now of course, he had his own mistakes and problems to deal with, but with the fabricated mind of a young woman FATALiTY never met herself, many cases were solved, and many criminals were brought to the face of justice. After working together for six years in a row, they married. Producing seven beautiful children and living a life of true royalty. Everything had been ok. Things had been perfect. Until the day Alan Drew was kidnaped from his home, and transported against his will. He had tried to fight against the armed men, but only ended up getting shot three times, and so with that, he quieted himself. After two weeks of constant travel, he ended up in some camp. Where people were used as puppets. There were nearly fifty men there, screaming, crying, and running against the steel bars that had imprisoned them. All the while the armed men took him down the cement stairs and into the chamber where the most famous, most loved, and most revered doctor stood, awaiting him. Dr. Drake Pierce had always been an amazing person, and Alan knew this. For this, he felt at ease. Until he was given a sleeping sedative; forcing him into a coma for the next three months. And when he awoke, he had changed. Completely.

No longer did he want his family, and no more did he desire them to be around him. Insanity had taken over; and the blackness contained in every living thing had engulfed just about most of them. But it wasn�t just his insides that had warped. The exterior of his body had fiddled from the bounds of being human, to something else. Something...different. Scales, they were everywhere. His hands, his face, his legs, his neck, his chest; and they glistened a bright but faint color of white with a black sheen unknown to him. Fangs had sprouted from the top and bottom row of teeth in his mouth, the remaining molars that had not changed had become hooked and sharp, his tongue skinny with a pointed tip. His hair had dribbled away, the top of his head formed with thick plates, holding him tight and making his head hard to move around. There was a lust in his face as well, a want to eat and kill. To bask in the sun and move through the grass. Alan wanted to hunt, badly. The steel door opened, and seven armored men walked in, carrying guns and heavily protected. He hissed and darted toward them, his mid section swaying as he moved, just as a snake. His jaw unlocked and dislocated from the rest of his skull, his fangs slipping out into the atmosphere as he gripped the first person he could wrap his hands around. He dug the pointed teeth into the armor suit, drilling in deeper and deeper into someone stabbed some syringe into the back of his neck, directly under one of his scales, painfully. With that, his jaws released and he crumbled backward, not to awake for two days. And when he did, the transformation to a snake had been complete.

Alan was a Fierce Snake now, the most poisonous, the most dangerous of them all. He curled his tail around him, his conscious still in tact enough to realize he wasn�t human any more. Nor was he home. And his daughters and sons were alone with his wife. How much time had past? How long had he been present in this facility? Alan had to get out. And try and find his way back. A figure he recognized as Dr. Drake Pierce came toward the tank he had been placed in. And it was then he understood an oxygen mask had been placed over his face, along with goggle over his eyes. Loops of rope tied his loops of scales down tightly, to the point, he could hardly squirm enough to breathe. Anger flooded over him, and he sloshed forward in the green liquid, trying to break the container he was stuck in. But he couldn�t get away. He couldn�t move forward an inch. The door bust open and he heard foot steps of a few other people enter. Dr. Pierce rung around, speaking pleas and reasoning, though it didn�t seem to work. A machine gun went off, and the blood splattered over his prison. He heard them speak, asking questions about who he was and what they had done to him. His folder was found and read, and the two heads seemed to hold out little hope for him. He was to remain this way for a long and bristly time. They couldn�t get him out until further orders had been expressed. One male gasped and beckoned for the others to come, explaining that horse genes had been added to the elixir due to dilute the green water in a few minutes.

Furiously, the one guy began to jab the butt of his gun against the tank, trying to take the equine gene from the filter or whatever it was. It didn�t work. After a constant beating, the heads directed him to stop, just as the purple liquid flung its way into the tank, clouding his vision of the flocking shadows. Cramps ensued, and he felt bone realign and crunch in painful breaks, hooves sprouting incompletely from where his human chest would be. Alan squirmed, trying to break free. It was no use. They had him, there was no escaping. Dr. Pierce scraped against the side of the enclosure, lumbering toward some shelves alongside the tank on the side, where everything had been inserted. Alan heard things drop into the water, and the clank of a lock, the beep of a few buttons as they were being pushed down. He crumpled to the ground, hopefully dead. Alan continued to fight against the wires, his body going limp; flailing into the depths of tire, for another sedative had been placed inside of the tank, one so strong, he went limp in sleep. Awakening four months later in the shape of a stallion. As his black eyes came alive, flickering open for the first time in a long while, the first thing he noticed was the fact he had long legs and hooves, draped against the side of the thick glass orb he had been placed in. He could escape. Alan could get away. Jerking his head back through a cloud of mane, he began kicking with all his might, pushing his body against the glass, ramming it back and forth, until it shattered. The blue water floundered before him, raining down to the floor in a crackle of thick clear mass.

His gaze turned to a large shard of the substance, his black gaze met the reflection. He was tall, lean, muscular, and pale in color. His jaws parted to fling out large and thick fangs, his forked tongue stringing from his lips to taste the air. In his left eye, he saw in regular color the same way as a human, but in the right, he saw in heat vision. The colors of red, green, orange and blue apparent on a black surface. He heard a few more crashes to the floor, and Alan couldn�t help but pick up a flimsy trot, unused to such a massive and powerful body. He tripped and stumbled a couple of times as he made his way down the hall, entering a room the exact same as his own. And there, was a pale horse female with fangs, black eyes, and a forked tongue. She got up and looked hotly at him, snorting as he moved off. Soon, the mare followed after him. They made their way down, looking in rooms only to find more and more of the same as them. Together, they met up and paraded down the tiled aisle, until they came to a door. One of the larger, chunkier males picked up a quick trot, ramming the door down in three tries. And there it was, the dunes of sand racking up over a bright blue sky. Alan moved out, and they followed, disappearing into the orange sands as a herd of white, containing about one hundred and forty creatures.

FATALiTY felt a hot breeze trace over her body, flicking her forelock away from her trademark black eyes. Her ears flashed backward and her lips parted to bear her weapons against whomever had brushed up against her. The Red Roan Overo filly tilted her head back, looking at her mother with a spindly stance to her, though her glare was hard and hot, not weak or flimsy. Her dam smirked at this, continuing to slosh her tail back and forth, though night had fallen and the bugs seemed to have quieted down. It was quiet in the nursery, the kind of silence that made the killer wish to hunt and kill. All the same, she stayed put as the filly suckled. Listening to her feeble sounds for a few moments before she got bored and pulled away, picking up an easy trot that was muffled in the night. After years and years of living in the desert, surviving day by day in the brisk and dry hotness, FATALiTY was a seasoned hunter, one who knew what she was doing. One who was good at her art. No. In fact, she was the best in her art. She heard tiny hoof beats flow after her as heat vision landed on a rabbit hobbled in the dirt under a bush. She stopped at this, swinging her head around and leaping over the bush in one single and simple maneuver. Her hooves clashed against the soil as she moved her head down, extending her fangs into the warm night air as she dug her muzzle down inside the hole, grabbing some flesh tightly.

FATALiTY launched the rabbit upward, noticing it was a brindle in color. Though, that wouldn�t matter in a second. The animal flew skyward, dashing back down to land in the clamping jaws of FATALiTY. She drummed down hard, blood raining from her pale jaws as she stood shortly, her 15.3h form smooth and slender. Dropping the carcass to the ground, she lifted her head. Hearing the snap of twigs under equine hooves, about a quarter of a mile west. The pale assassin remained silent, feeling it better to listen than to act, especially with a young foal about her side. Taking her kill inside her jaws after the flicka had sniffed it, she swallowed it down whole, her muscles greasing in her throat as she purged it into her digestive system. That was when she finally heard the hoof beats dangling behind her. And the swerve of mare�s scent wafted into her nostrils. A challenging blare formed in the air as FATALiTY turned, feeling her filly rattle behind her. The sabino mare was a mutt, a mix that FATALiTY could not define as she approached, her pace quick, her ears squared back in lush dark mane. She wanted a fight. Everything about her screamed in agony, rage to bring down some horse and shed blood. She had chosen the pale killer as her victim, though FATALiTY hardly believed it would work in her favor. Or, would it?

She backed her hind quarters against her filly, snorting at her in warning, telling her to flee to the surrounding tree cover while mommy took care of the approaching mare. At first the reddened filly wouldn�t move, she remained pinned to her dam as if for dear life, which in a way it could be. The other mare was moving quickly; closing the space between them with every shocking blow of her hooves upon the ground. FATALiTY�s ears fell back as she screamed a challenge, her hissing chant dark and angered, enraged beyond compare. She pushed herself against her newborn child, once again asking her to move away. She would only be a setback to her mother; and that was something unneeded. She was older now, rising to the age of twelve with so many cuts, bruises, bowed tendons, pulled muscles and other ailments she couldn�t have others prancing in the way of a fight. She needed every edge she could muster, and her daughter being present was a major setback. Finally after much shoving, the filly clattered off into the brush, her shrill hoof beats fading away, telling her mother she either laid down or had continued moving off, farther and farther away.

The sabino mare surged forward toward FATALiTY, who was now angled and ready. Her muscular and curvy frame was battered up in its own right; but she had youth to her. Something she was lacking in. Her lips swung backward as the two clattered together, both rearing as their teeth etched into each other�s hide, forelegs locked and kicked outward, sharp and slicing hooves impaling skin. Droplets of blood fell to the ground as they continued to fight in such close contact, the night sky couldn�t be seen between their bodies. FATALiTY dug her fangs into the mare, ripping and jutting her head and neck down the other�s crest painfully, streaks of red following after her trail and streaking in her mouth; running down her throat just as she liked it. Bluntly, with pent up power, she plunged her forelegs into the other�s chest, separating the two from one another, unlocking the overly tight and unnatural embrace. The two females landed in a cloud of dust, their fronts already decorated with their own bodily juices that were supposed to run in veins, and not over their pelts. FATALiTY herself could feel driblets of her own scouring down her legs from gashes on her chest, three gripping and deep bite marks on her pole, and a few blood scuffs on her face. Though that didn�t matter much. Her days of beauty were over. And she�d make sure this girl�s was as well.

�EPIPHANY.� the other female spoke, her voice filmy. FATALiTY grinned at this, her ears still nipped back, her fangs hanging in the air, ready to strike again when either of them made a move. Her voice was a hiss as she replied, low and purring in a sensual and horrid way. �They call me FATALiTY love.� she was sarcastic in her voice as she began to move, her strides quick in a fast walk, EPIPHANY gathering the idea, circling her just as FATALiTY. Their eyes caught on to the other�s, bright and dangerous, mocking in their own sense of pride. Dust flocked under each of their passing hooves, the moonlight causing it to shine with a black metallic sheen. The stars hung above them, dotting a dark purple river; watching as them carefully. This being one of their only phrases of exact entertainment. Two females of power fighting against one another. Both based on the idea of the kill. Both decisive and vague; uncaring of what others thought. Easily ready to destroy the world; their minds demented and crazed beyond compare. A fight for the century, oh yes. It could be called that. And it would be known for the longest of times. The large and festering amount of bloodshed in the nursery. A place where foals believe themselves to be safe from harm. They weren�t. And never would be.

EPIPHANY shook her head, her muscles knotting and tensing as she rung around, her hooves sliding about her as she lurched for FATALiTY. Her teeth dug into the pale mare�s poll, her canines puncturing the skin, her tongue swivelling about to taste the beauty of blood. The ivory clad moved up from under her, ripping her grip away and prying her fangs into her own poll, clamping down and holding tightly. For a moment, EPIPHANY remained helpless, stuck by the death grasp of some elderly mare. Thinking quick, veered to the right, pieces of mocha mane preached away from her neck and flew in the air as she made another jerk for the ivory mare, this time, her head becoming encased in the hot and strong jaws of the killer white lady. Pain fell over her as her own crimson liquid dribbled down from her forehead, strumming into her eyes and causing her to tear up. But not with pain. She was in pain, and that was quite visible. Any would. Even the most strong.

As she stood there struggling, trying to break free before her skull was crushed by immense jaw pressure. She felt something dig and claw into her tendon, her left front leg giving way under her; though she quickly jammed her weight back into her quarters. This old hag wasn�t beating EPIPHANY that easily, she would fight to the bitter end. Until her body was of no use. She felt another serrated edge of equine hoof slice her right foreleg, and she went down with a spat of her own blood leaky in puddles along her feet. FATALiTY held to as they thumped to the ground, her hind legs keeping her up, but most of her heaviness was shifted down, right on EPIPHANY. Then, jaws clung on to her jugular, grabbing the vein tightly and shaking, ripping, destroying her. The pale mare pulled up, slamming her forelegs atop the sabino�s mahogany bay neck, her body staggering as a wave of red clouded over her slender figure. Her breath was becoming short, and she placed her weight right back down on EPIPHANY, their eyes meeting, darkly. Was this to be the end? Were both of them to die by the death of one another? Or was it only one? The ivory murderer was beginning to feel woozy, the amount of blood loss was making her quake; she could feel herself ready to faint. Ready to fall into nothingness. Dead.

Yet, she couldn�t. Not yet. She had yet to name her daughter. She needed time. She needed it now. Her glance returned to EPIPHANY, cold and angered. When she met this girl in hell, another fight would ensue. Head to head. Youth to youth. How good would that be? Satan, he would be oh so happy. Oh so proud to know that these two were his children. And no on else�s. That didn�t matter as of now. The ivory clad shifted up her hoof, aiming it powerfully for the bay�s head. She stuck down at her three times, using as much strength she could muster. Hopefully, the other was dead now. Staked into oblivion. She left, stepping off of her and limping toward the bushes where her child had fled. Blood left pools in the foliage as she moved ever so farther, remembered the times when she was younger. When FATALiTY had watched her mother and father fight. Stumbling back into the desert cave the herd took shelter in. As they laid down alongside one another, their bodily scent would fill the rock oasis. Members of the herd would move toward them, asking if they needed anything, only to be snapped at. They could handle themselves. As could she. She also knew, when her time was coming. She had just a little left. Just a little. When her small amount of time ended sharply, she would crumble down to the ground and allow her eyes to close. Knowing her child would be alright, thriving in the lands of Mist Meadow.

FATALiTY made a shortened call, blood spilling from her lips as she continued on, her steps becoming more and more shaken, her body wanting to lay down. To fall into the oblivion bliss of an eternal life as a killer. She was prepared for that. Ready to fall into nothingness. To top it all off, she had come up with the perfect name for the little thing. Her great, great, great, great aunt had been called the same dubbance, and this, this was to honor her. The very mare that had saved FATALiTY�s life, so long ago. She came to a stop, her hooves grinding on the forest floor, red droplets cascading down her lean and slender body, that was once white. However, now it was crimson. She had been born ivory, but would died spattered in the red creation of her own and EPIPHANY�s. She had died because of a fight, the very thing she loved. Another call was given for the little filly. Though, this was punctuated with a thump to the ground. She couldn�t hold herself up anymore, her muscles had weakened and now she lay there in the shadows of the night, bleeding fiercely.

Her mind ran back to the days when she had been queen to Doom�s Day, in a place so much different from this. He had a secret admirer, who wanted him to be with her, though she refused. What was her name, Dreamer? Yes. And they had fought countless times over him. Shedding unneeded blood and wasting time FATALiTY could have spent doing other things, such as training. One day, after a two day brawl nonstop, she had enough. Pledging Doom good bye, the pale mare set on her way. Moving into the brisk warmth of many other lands that paved the way for her to become a feared and acclaimed mare here. And now, this was to be her final resting spot. Where foals toggled with the bones, and stallions and mares both wondered how - how the killer known as FATALiTY was defeated by someone as meek and careless as EPIPHANY. Only she would know the answer why, and that was how it would be. For the longest of possible time. Until the world ended. Forever, a mystery.

Hoof beats sounded in her ears, though it was blurry as she looked up at her filly. The delicate frame of her six hour old child looked down upon her in confusion. Unsure of what to say or do. Perhaps, even unknowing the ideal her dam was dying? FATALiTY doubted that. It was after all, her daughter. Another branch of crazed family line that was nothing but costly experiments. Over the years, they had rose to greatness. And now, another was to fit that mold. Just as she had been told to do, all those years ago. She sniffled the blood, looking back at her mother with shiny black eyes. Her dam smirked, her vision becoming increasingly more cloudy. Her breathing hardening, she had but a few more minutes. Just a few. Mustering up a few more breaths and energy, she spoke. �Nimbus is your name. After a great and old mare that saved my life. � using a last ebb of stored strength she brushed upon her filly�s red pelt, her ruptured smile cold and evil, but pleased in a feeling way. �Your father, is Joker. Where he is, I cannot say. But you should go to him, and grow up in his evil, sinister and all together horrible, ruthless ways. You are to become a warrior, just as the rest of your family. A trained killer, one to be feared.�

Her muzzle lowered from Nimbus� tiny side, her eyes still locked on to her, the flame brewing inside of her still kindled, still fighting off the inevitable death that was to come. Did she want to die? In a way, she did. This life held nothing more for her. And it hadn�t after the death of Dead Reckoning, the only stallion known to capture a piece of her heart, and a small stature of respect. Did she know if there was more out there? She couldn�t say. Because she had never died before this. Yet, the experience would be known was she took her final breath and allowed her body to give up its useless fight. FEUDAL had died as well, if she knew right, his blood concentrated on the mahogany bay sabino�s pelt. Which reminded her further more, that Nimbus needed to leave. Now. Before the other awoke and decided to take her life too. Even now, if she was moving toward them; FATALiTY couldn�t defend her child. She was done for. �Nimbus.� she said, her voice faint and bubbly as blood leaked out of the corner of her mouth. �Nimbus. You need to leave the Nursery now.� she caught the filly�s glare of defiance. She chuckled softly at this, though her voice became firm and commanded. �You need to get a hold of your father. He should know you are his daughter. But if he doesn�t, tell him FATALiTY is your dam.�

Nimbus lowered her soft cranium to FATALiTY�s red cheek, her eyes concerned but saucy as she glared at her mother. In a soft coo, she turned and left, bouncing off with an uneven stride that made her mother smirk and chuckle again. Yet now, this was it. Her words had been said, and her child would be taken care of. It was time to leave, and her body was feeling it. Her eyes lifted up to the charred glow of the moon, peering at her through the thickness of the summer tree leaves. Her eyelids began to lower over her dark orbs, and this time, she didn�t fight the urge to let go. There was not a need to do so. However solemnly, she spoke, a mere temple thread. �Nimbus... I love you. Always remember that.� she breathed in one final breath, blood gurgling in the back of her throat. With the release of those six final words, her body froze, the fire in her pronounced ebony eyes dissipating into nothingness. Her form fell limp, giving way to the death she knew was to come. The death she had waned on all along. No longer would she terrorize the meadows. No longer would her enemies fear her.

FATALiTY, the beautiful killer in white: was dead.

Stephanotis

Testament Needed

Midnight Madness
Testament

The mare first came to this world many years back when some of the old legends still roamed. She was born in Twilight Beach sired by the legend Raaquis and the mare Midnight's Dream. Midnight's Dream was Raaquis's first mare and the first mare to have the honor of recreating with him. So came forth the first foal(and daughter) of Raaquis, Midnight Madness. Midnight Madness showed her dark side as a filly be placing a scar on her mother's exposed chest a few hours after her birth. Of course her mother scolded her for it, but her father was pleased. Ever since that day she was loved by her ebony sire and forever will be. She was perhaps his favorite daughter of them all and there were lots. When she was one her mother had her one and only little sister, Nightmare. Soon after Raaquis lost his first battle to Legendary Sins who took her dam and her little sister away. They were never seen again, but Raaquis was sure it was not because Sins killed them or abused them. "They died on their own" is what he would tell his daughter. Getting a bit older Midnight Madness become in touch with her softer side. She wasn't excatlly a dark mare, but she wasn't a goodie goodie either. Though I still concider her dark because of some of her actions she could be neutral as well.

Her first crush was on the stallion Cloud's Shadow. He was very handsome and strong and he also turned out to be a strong rivial against Raaquis. Raaquis and Cloud's Shadow had two conflicts, one Cloud being close to Raaquis's queen Belupuclus, and two Cloud had won against Raaquis in a battle for a captive mare he was enjoying. Midnight Madness knew that crush would never go anywhere else and she didn't try to push it further. He died shortly after of natrual causes. Her second crush happened maybe a week after Cloud's death. It was Charming, the handsome dark son of the great legend Snowfire. The ebony and ivory female always seemed to crush on the strong handsome guys and they were also usually complicated. Though it never worked with Charming either because he was found dead not too long after she knew she liked him. She never crushed or fell for anyone after that though she did have a stalker, but that didn't happen till later in her life.

Midnight Madness was rapped twice in her lifetime and the first time was by a stallion named Calamity. Calamity had been a resident stallion in Twilight Beach where Midnight loved. She was only three and one day the stallion decided to rape her. Right after it was already over Raaquis heard her screams and with all his super speed came running and slaughtered the stallion right there. A darling filly came out of the rape and she was named Delilah. Delilah got all her mother looks and had a white tail just as her mother did. At first Delilah was a good daughter and compainon for Midnight, but as she aged she grew more independent and stand offish. When Delilah was old enough to have her own children she left her mother's side and she didn't fail to give Midnight tons of granchildren. Delilah was oftened labored a whore and Midnight hated what she had become with all her one night stands all the time. Soon after Midnights sire, Raaquis, had made enemies with the stallion Zero and so to help the young Midnight went to the cliffs and challenged a mare(can't remeber name) who was Zero's queen at the time and just birthed his heir. The colt was named Tex and Midnight won the battle be default. She thought little Tex would be rebeling against her, but instead he liked her better then his own mother right off the bat. Midnight ended up liking the colt and raising him like it was her own son, but he soon dissapeared and was found dead. Midnight then searched out for a stud to sire her a son. She found one to her liking and bred to him. His name was Denzin and she had finally left home to live in his lands. Of course by the time her foal was born Denzin had dissapeared and that destroyed any real potential of her having a good relationship.

Her foal with Denzin turned out to be a handsome boy that Midnight named Zanzibar. Zanzibar was in his mother's tastes and he was a worthy son. He was cold and uncaring, but protective of his mother. He was a grand dark son that made something of himself by becoming leader of Bachelor Beach for a while and winning all of his battles. By the time Zanzibar was born Raaquis had died and so she was left homeless, but luckily for her, her grandfather Enishi showed up and took over the land. He called it Red Sands and Midnight lived there for some time.
Midnight Madness's love for fighting showed up again when a mare Enishi had claimed named Crystal Rose escaped from his terra pregnant with another's foal. Crystal Rose had escaped to Murmuring Rivers to be with Legado and that was the sire of her foal. So to get back at her Midnight challenged her at the cliffs and won custaty of her darling daughter with Legado. Soon after Midnight's winning and meeting her prize the filly was found dead, but Midnight didn't really care.

Red Sands was where she met her real stalker, Captain's Shadow. Captain's Shadow had been Raaquis's beta long ago, but Midnight had never met him until Enishi ruled. He was apart of Enishi's herd until he caught Midnight in Red Sand's breeding grounds. She had been new t the time to Red Sands and didn't know it was the breeding grounds until it was too late. Captain's Shadow rapped her and then fled. He was chased out of Red Sands by Enishi and never returned, but to see the birth to his foals. Yes I said foals. Midnight birthed twins and it took her a long time to recover for her hip had been knocked out of place. The twins were adorible and proboly two of Midnight's best and well mannered foals ever. They had their heads and were powerful beings. The older twin was a boy she named Shadow's Twilight and the younger one was a girl named Beloved Midnight.

Shadow's Twilight was a water elemental and Beloved Midnight had super SUPER speed and the ability to jump over high things. They were great and grew up to live in Syndro's stormy Skies. Beloved was even queen for a little while. Then Midnight dissapeared and took a break from children. Once she returned she visited her twins in Stormy Skies and took a trip to the lake. She didn't plan on breeding, but just to check it out. Then she saw it was the last breeding of the legend Octavian. She took the chance and bred to the ebony stud. With that she produced a handsome ebony colt she named Midnight Mayhem. He was a sweet boy and he grew up to be a mystic in the Fissure. Sometime after that a mare named Project: Shadow gained a terra. Midnight liked thye idea of having a female rule and so she took shelter there. She become an ownered part of the herd. One of her last breedings was to Hush who was dieing right after the breeding. She produced twins from that breeding as well, but one didn't make it. It was two girls and for some reason she hated the living filly. she couldn't explain it, but she just hated her maybe because her other filly was dead. Anyway she named her Midnight Reject and left her in the nursery. The determined filly followed her and was adopted by Project: Shadow.

Last, but not least Midnight's last foal was a colt she named Midnight Legacy. He is sired by Grim and hold high intellegence and power. Some day the mare knew he would go great things to pass on her line, but unfortuantly she won'tbe able to see it happen. At least she was still alive to see him own his first terra alongside the stallion Shattered. The terra was called Shadowed Valley and her son got it because he had helped a dieing stallion named Satin who happened to be the co-owner with Shattered at the time. So Satin let him have it. Midnight was very proud of her son and she died peacefully as a member of Sun Valley ruled by the great Sundowner.

Spoken from the shadows
Midnight Madness

Damned to be a
Mistress

Created
Ten years back

Granted the purest of dark blood
Pure-bred Arabian

Told to be
Ebony with three white socks, a star, and a White tail

Spoken as
A strong willed female who will do anything for those she loves. She is bold and can be cocky at times. She gets angry quickly and with her love for battle, she can be quite dangerous if you get her mad.

Passed down from generations
Super Speed, very fast but not as fast as her father

As the legends go
Raaquis XxX Midnight's Dream

Cursed as
Nightmare�s full older sister

Given life to
Delilah[F]^CalamityR.I.P
Zanzibar[M]^Denzin
Shadow's Twilight[M]^{Captain's Shadow}[twin to Midnight]
Beloved Midnight[F]^{Captain's Shadow}[twin to Shadow]
Midnight Mayhem[M]^Octavian
Midnight Reject[F]^HushR.I.P
Unnamed[F]^Hush[twin to Reject]R.I.P
Midnight Legacy[M]^Grim

The stolen children
Zero�s son Tex
Crystal Rose�s daughter with Legado

Grandchildren

From Delilah:
Princess Ida[F]^{X Cosomopolitan Bloodloss}R.I.P
Delphine[F]^{X Dead Reckoning}R.I.P
Volturi[M]^{X Severo}R.I.P
Cyndara[F]^{X Cypher}R.I.P
Epithy[F]^{X Zephyr}
Count Twist[M]^{X JOKER}

From Zanzibar:
Never named or played[M](X Gothik)R.I.P?

From Shadow's Twilight:
None known

From Beloved Midnight:
Salvador[M]^{X Syndro}R.I.P
Malia[F]^{X Syndro}
Rush[F]^{X Syndro}R.I.P

From Midnight Mayhem:
None yet and there never will be for he's a mystic!

From Midnight Legacy:
None Known

The dead:
Midnight�s Dream-disappeared and presumed dead
Nightmare-dissapeared and presumed dead
Cloud's Shadow-dead
Charming-dead
Calamity-dead
Tex-disappeared so presumed dead
Crystal�s Rose�s stolen daughter-dead
Captain's Shadow-dead
Denzin-dissapeared and presumed dead
Raaquis-Dead
Raquel-dead
Octavian-dead
Unnamed twin to Midnight Reject-stillborn
Princess Ida-dead
Delphine-dead

Master is
Tay

Theme Song:
The Ghost Train by Madness

Lyrics:
A straw headed woman, and a barrel chested man,
A pocket full of posies with a hat brim full of sand,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,

A dog chasing the tumbleweeds, across the sandy floor,
That drift along the platform, through the ticket office door,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,

But don't tell me there's nothing coming, you don't fool me,
I hear the ghost train rumbling along the tracks - set them free,
And i hear them,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,

The station master's writing with a piece of orange chalk,
A hundred cancellations, still no one wants to walk,
Keep the hungry children from the skeletons in the back,
Paid to keep an eye out for the gipsy caravan,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,

I hear the ghost train rumbling along the tracks - set them free,
And i hear them,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white (don't try),
It's black and white (don't try),
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
And i hear them,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide...

HTML � to Tay, Picture � To Kyda.

REVOLUTiONARY

Testament

Everything seemed hazy now. He knew he was going, and he was a bit sad that he would not see his eldest daughter and Icarus before he left. The twins, as well. Strange how he would never see them. He smiled lightly as Ice Fire spoke her last words of I love you to him. And I you, he breathed, his ears flickering slightly atop his head. It was a burden now, living. But then, wasn't it always? The feeling of the ground beneath his cheek began to feel... different. As if it wasn't actually there. Was this what dying felt like? But then there were others. His eyes were glazed over at this point, but he saw them. Clearly, more clearly than he could now see Ice Fire or Mat. Poor Mat, what would he do now, now that he would be gone? He would be lost... But no, he would stay with Icarus, would he not?

The thoughts drifted in and out of his mind as he watched the two approach. Who...? Ah, but of course. A small smile came upon his features as he saw Rialta, dearest darling Rialta, and Nikairi. Oh, Nikairi! How REV had missed her so much... But she was here now, they were both here, to show him the way. He need not fear death anymore, for he would be with them, and with others. I am ready... he murmured, and lowered his head back down to the ground. The last breath was issued forth from him, and then his body stirred no more.

His essence got up, and he was suddenly full of vitality and vigor, ready to run as he once had. His eyes were bright as he joined Nikairi and Rialta, and he gave a soft nuzzle to the grey mare, happy to see her again. He smiled down at his daughter and gave a whicker to her. He turned to the two figures who were now huddled over his figure. He'd come back, to watch over them. But for now... It was time to move on.

Endzone
Testament Needed

Bucephalus

A succession of written letters to those she loved, to those she called family...and to those she called enemies.

Dear Deathnote,

So you think Hell will hide you darling? I hate to tell you this...but nothing will shield you from my rage. With my death comes your condemning. Did you think you could hide your sins from me, Queen Bucephalus? I was always better than you-in Raaquis' eyes and in Dead Reckoning's eyes. I seen how you threatened not even my lover, but my child and for that Deathnote...I shall make your eternity a living hell.

Yours Truly,

Queen Bucephalus.

Dear Raaquis,

I can't help but miss you Raaquis. I know what we had couldn't be considered 'love' and I wouldn't want to tarnish our memories by calling it love. I won your queen position over Deathnote and I stuck by you...you shielded me from pain when I was pregnant and nearly killed by the stallion Fire. What I feel for you is passion and lust and each foal a blessing. I thank you for allowing me to be your queen...and I love you for all our time together.

Sincerely,

Bucephalus

Dear Dead Reckoning,

God how I loved you�how could I not? You stole my heart from me and never gave it back and I loved you for taking it. Soon my love, you and I will be united again�forever doesn�t sound long enough to be with you, my dearest Dead Reckoning.

Sincerely To My Lover,

Bucephalus

Dear Clan AngelFire,

My family, my friends and those I could continually trust to be with me and love me. I wish you all well in your lives and your lovers. I hope to see you all one day on the gates of hell, where we may all live together�not in complete peacefulness but in satisfaction that we lived this life to our fullest.

Sincerely Your Relation,

Buceohalus

|Dubbed|
Bucephalus, but family, lovers and friends all called her Bu, which is pronounced the same way as �Boo�.
| Winters|
Died at the age of 13
|Lineage|
Mutt(Shagya Arabian|Friesian|Shire|Arabian xXx Paint)
|Stained|
Glorious Palomino Pinto
|Powers|
Ability to See Into The Past
|Attitude|
Bucephalus was a dark, beautiful blonde who was prone to using her good looks to get her way. She didn't like other females but was always pleasant to worthy stallions. A few words that could be used is 'dark, cunning and sexy'. Bucephalus knew she was a hottie and was often flirting and throwing her sexuality Dark, cunning, sexy. A beautiful blonde who may be prone to using her good looks to get her way. Mean to other females but nice to worthy studs. A backstabber when the need suits her and hangs out with only the darkest of stallions. She is eye candy but with a sour center. She is an elegant palomino mare with a more stocky build with a light Arabian look. She is 16.1hh and has the more draft build, but her Paint looks make her quite stock horse type. Like a Warmblood almost.
|Cursed|
Mare
|Family|
~~Kresent Killer~~ xXx ~~Darkheart~~
|Insanity Passed Forth|
Dementia(F x Snowfire)---Hard birth, almost loses foal. Pyrokinesis is her power.
Rebellis Vengance(F x Raaquis)---Eh, alright. No power.
Rurik(M x Raaquis)---Both tired and sore, foal can�t stand. No power.
Amelia(F x Dead Reckoning)---Fine. Power to see into the past.
Shafire(M x Dead Reckoning)---Foal is fine, mare is tired. He can strike a horse dumb.
Deadly Honor(F x Dead Reckoning)---Mother sore, baby sleepy. Invulnerability and visions.
|The Doctor|
Angel
|The Post|
Inscribed below here is her battle post to Deathnote for the position of Raaquis� queen:

|Word Count|
1106 Words

Dear Deathnote,
I suppose since your mother wasn�t a queen to Maximus, whom disappeared without a trace after his family all left him, you shall share her place would you not think? Darling Deathie�or may I call you such? For I never call anyone by their full names, as you should call me Bucephalus, but me family calls me Bu. I�m their little darling, but I grew up with Rebel�s eldest son, yes Legandary Sins, and did he not beat Raaquis in a fight for one of his mares? Alas we learnt most of the same moves, though I have learnt some new ones in combat with Clouds Shadow, a dear friend of the family. O� course Raaquis was quite jealous of my relationship I had had with Clouds Shadow, most had fancied us lovers though I never bore him a foal, for my own reasons unknown to any but myself. Alas my Dementia, as you know of her, is more powerful than most, already an heiress and quite the high ranked mate of one of the stallions at Hidden Falls. Though I think it more to annoy Raaquis than ought else because Zero �twas her supposed mate, though I had no grandchildren of the late from them. Lately I�ve been worried about my daughter, but Rebel will straighten her out, especially since, like me, he is her lord by the swearing of fealty she dealt to him. I doubt she would keep it though.

Oh yes, here you are, lost myself for a second there, which would have been your very good moment to strike you know love, when my thoughts are away. Alas that happens often with me, with my powers in which my thoughts randomly run circles around me. I�ve heard you�re a good fighter love, never mistook that for weakness, but I�ve held my own against necromancers, though they won in the end, kind of a given, what are you made up of? I�m made of blood, meat, and muscle and evil that comes to together to create one sexy mare that�s able to throw her weight around. Of course my sire, whom I rarely speak of, was just a pure paint, but me mom has a bit of everything, and no one has ever fought KK and won, or came out just fine. Fighting for the position as Rune�s, Fog Mountain�s old king, queen she had bloodied bodies and gotten bloodied up herself, and she had emerged triumphant, her ears laid back as she claimed her spot beside him, black mare she was. So shall I, though this battle depends completely on who is better, I hope you give me a good brawl.

Sun, ah the Sun, she awards our day with the caressing love that has turned my coat into beautiful blonde pinto. I�m the blonde flirt everyone wants, including your mate. It�s simple that a stallion wants many foals, but he can be siring them and turning in your direction at the same time, and I am not sure if Raaquis has been doing that with you. The sky was a clear blue, allowing no shadows in the day, the air gently brushing on our sides and sending waves crashing into the cliffs underbodies. Don�t stand near the edge, I may push you off. The red plateau we have picked is flat, with a bit gravelly though some sand also moved around it. To our advantage, for we have been living on a beach for a long time.

Sneer appears on my face, making my neck arch as I watch you approach with bitter amusement. I would say I don�t bite, but then I would be lying. My mane was tossed behind me, clearing the spaces of jugular, as if inviting you to take a bite. My long tail flicked around me to clear the bugs, well my eyes roamed over your near scar free body, some things change. I�m not saying I�ll win, but there is no way to enter a battle and be drawn out of it unbloodied. My eyes turn from molten brown to the creeping harsh brown of the Earth, my bloodlust threatening to explode, for we do that some times, but I maintain control over it at the moment, and a husky laugh draws from luscious lips as I watch you.

�Tell me if you can�t keep up.� Was all I whispered, my back legs bunching as I leap forward, Viking scream leaving my lips as I tear at you, madness sweeping through my eyes as my maw opens, teeth biting down like razors on your neck as I rip away. Landing to the side of you, though I think it may be the left ((OOC-Your first post, pushing it in right there)) since you moved a bit to the right, dancing before me like a tempting morsel before a lioness. My slam to the ground shudders up the still new tissues of my legs, and I spin, my hind coming beneath me as I sidestep under myself to bring you behind me. My head dropped between my legs as I bucked out, massive Shire hooves lashing out to possibly strike your ribs and cause damage. Though it depends if you moved away from me and lessened the blow or moved into me and increased the chances of breakage. I mean, just metaphorically speaking.

I leap forward, my temper settling as I enjoy myself, doing a trot half-circle to bring myself towards you, though now I think�yes I think I am behind you since I veered away from your head in that circle. Such a risky move, but I loved getting hurt well causing pain, and I burst forward, hooves slamming into the ground as I rush up the side of you, my mouth opening again as my shoulder could�could possibly slam into the back of your front leg. And that hurts, it can pop your shoulder out of place at times, course that depends how hard a hit. As I open my mouth, which hardens my jaw so not to rattle my pretty little head and make me light headed, I wheel away from you, my attacks done.

Most prefer to stand still, well I race around like a maniac, my hooves thudding as I canter away from you, daring you to join a speed race, my body relaxed as I easily move forth. The sun flicked off of the smooth surface skin and slight upraising of scars, though I love my scars, gives me a rugged look I think. Come, come my love, we don�t have all day! Honestly, mares.

Sincerely,
Bucephalus

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