This land that I had ventured into chilled me to the bone. I could hardly see fifteen strides ahead of me, and it was almost dawn. My irons made barely a sound as I weave through the trees. My reasoning for coming here, I still couldn’t figure out. One moment I was just resting in my own lands, about two human hours ago. I think I was feeling I was wasting my precious time just being there, so I began to innocently explore the lands a bit more, as I am still a fairly new lead—Nay, I am new to the lands. I found a peculiar cave, no doubt covered by a waterfall. Why are they always just behind them? Never out it the open, those wretched caves, and then you step within them and nothing. Just darkness. So, one thing led to another, and bam, I am out exploring between islands. I still am not sure way I ended up in this particular land, but I am.

As I trod along, I begin to think of my brother from long ago. He had betrayed our kingdom for some unknown reason. Well, it’s not exactly unknown to me, as I often stayed up with him, listening to his ventures. It seems that he had crossed the path of some vixen who caught his fancy, so they started spending a lot of time together, even though I warned him it would only lead to trouble of someone’s beliefs. All in all, It turned out to be his beliefs that were torn apart. My parents were furious when they learned of his doings, and even more so when they found that he had transformed from an angel to a devil. It is a family rule that we never speak of him, but my sister, too young to understand at the time, often wondered of him. So of course the story lived on through our chats. I remember them vividly. We would steal away to a small clearing in the willow forest and I would tell her all about Nomad. Her eyes would grow so wide in excitement. I miss her dearly, but she will be joining me soon. Hopefully.

The glorious Summer sun is now rising to the east, shedding it’s much needed light upon me. As it grew brighter and brighter, I saw more and more equines. Most were of hellish persuasion, and stood in couples or large groups. I stayed far from them, as I despise most darqs, and their bad words of angels. My audits pinned to my skull as I went further within the forest. A group of brutes sneer as I fly past. One follows me, and nips at my champagne hide. My hinds lash out in a buck as my velvets part to release a shrill battle cry. I catch him under the chin, and he gives one last nip in the air before returning to his group muttering something about lights invading. I am not invading, though. This a free land.

The trickling of water catches my attention. My thirst has been horrid for some time now, before I left God’s Prevail. I am not sure why I didn’t drink something then, but it doesn’t matter now. The river is about a quarter mile from where I am now. I pick up a gentle canter as I turn myself towards the sunrise. I reach a clearing of trees, finally, and I pick my stride up to a sprint. As I fly through the landscape, I swear I see something sparkle beside my crown. It seems to be hovering next to me. I toss my crania, and tell myself it isn’t real, but I don’t know. It looked pretty realistic from here.

The river presents itself to me now, about five strides away. The crystalline aqua draws my in faster. I slide to a halt at the bank and my boa immediately drops to meet it. Cool water touches my velvets and I take a long drink. When I come up for air, I give my bodice a thorough shaking. I turn to survey the space that now surrounds me, and about three quarters into my turn, my pools stop on a sunkissed femora. She has lowered herself to the turf, and is laying three paces from me.

‘Ello, M’lady. I be Emerald of God’s Prevail. My I be honored with your calling and dwelling?

OOC: Meep! Mine is a long one too!

I gazed upon the lady as she spoke, a little confused. So, she'd heard of me? Hm. Interesting- I didn't think I'd heard of her. But, then again, I was a lead, was I not? Words may have just gotton out, my name around. But, truly, around the darks? Something about that idea didn't seem convincing to me, so I pondered it a little more. Laynie, Laynie, Laynie.... Nope. I'd never heard of that name before... huh. For a moment, a thought flickered in my mind. Maybe Nomad? No, that couldn't be right. The thought faded as I realized it had only come up because I'd been thinking about my wretched brother only a little while ago.

Sometimes, I wondered what had become of him, just as my little sister. If he had realized that everything was wrong, that he was supposed to side with us, the lights. He had been born to light parents, with two light siblings- what had gone wrong? Ah, well. The question can't be answered now. Perhaps if and when my sister arrives alongside me, we'll track down the solution to that mystery.

I hear my brother has become quite beastly. Raping, injuries, murder... the whole nine yards. I feel bad for all of those who he has hurt- definetely. But, then again, I wish he could just give it all up, come back to us. Though it may be best for his life to end, he is my brother, and despite bitter sentiments between us, I would hope he's alright.

COming back to reality, I watch as the light-hued mare makes her way across the river, towards me. I notice the way she limps- one of her legs looks slightly swollen. Well, I'm sure there's a story behind it- one she might not like to tell. So, I won't ask about it. She is quite pretty, come to think of it- but, then again, I could admit to being a bit of a ladies' man. I think that's the human's term for it- I forget where I heard it spoken, though.

I smile, slightly, at the vix, my sympathy extending slightly. I have been quite sympathetic around everyone, lately, as my own mate has disapearred to the foaling grounds and not yet returned. I worry deeply for Cyara, and I pray the babe will be alright. I can only hope that she'll arrive back, with a son or daughter at her side. I wish I could have accompanied her, for protection, but where she had to go is off limits to brutes.

You have, have you? I pondered, thoughtfully, Hm. Well, my brother was a dark... p'raps you knew him.

Though, truly, he hoped she didn't.

It's funny, thinking of Laynie as a dark. I'm not trying to sound stereotypical, but she isn't like most darks- she doesn't despise any sight of a light, and she doesn't seem incredibly evil. I won't try to talk her out of her own alliance, but she mentioned before that she was considering converting. Maybe, if she did, I could offer her a home? My herd has a few nice vix, but it is still rather small. I need to gather a few more, as I have been.

SO, she thinks she may know my brother. I part my lips in speech, but the mare rises to all fours, launching into a breif tale. patiently, I await my turn to speak, mahogany pools spotted with sympathy. I have always wondered about the lives of darks. Once again I do not mean to be stereotypical, but most dark stags seem rather disrespectful of vix. Sure, I have raped a few, I will admit. But, I don't go out on the sort of raping sprees they seem to, and I don't plan to kill or harm them for pleasure. It must be a hard life for the dark minx- except for the sluts, I suppose. I tilt my crown slightly as I listen, my smile fading into a concerned and thoughtful frown. Her story is harsh, her past sad. Probably sadder than my own.

I think back remembering my own childhood. No, it wasn't too horrible. The one thing I may regret is mounting the daughter of a slave- it scarred her forever, and she never once spoke to me again. I was a little in love with that filly- but, no matter. I have Cyara, now, and she is my true love, she is everything I could ever ask for.

Coming back to the present, I shake my crown, slightly, a little sad for Laynie. She has undergone so much treachery. Still frowning, I desperately hope for his, hers, and my sake that the one who caused her grief was not my own kin.

His name was Nomad, I mutter, quietly.

ooc// I figure we should probably wait until the new site gets posted to continue this. I'll re-claim God's Prevail as quickly as possible... Can we start again there?

bic//

A concerned look across my maw, I await her response, hoping that my own brother was not the one to commit all of these horrid crimes. I heaved a sigh, releasing my breath as the vix speaks. To my relief, t'was not Nomad, though she does recognize his calling. Hm. Could he have known her? Likely. I am sure that he spread himself around, pretty well, with all of the things he's certainly done.

Well, he was my brother. I disliked him, but if he were ever to change...

My own words launch me into a state of deep thought, once more. What if Nomad were to return to me? Return to is family and return to the side of the lights? I would gladly forgive him. I remember, long, long ago, we had been friends, playmates, despite the darker nature he'd always had about him. I remember, while I was very frisky myself, he was frisker- intentionally slaughtering insects and scaring away small mamals. It hurts, just to think that these simple, little sins, done simply for fun, lead up to those bigger ones. I wonder if he'd be different, had I stopped him. If, had I just stepped in and stood up for nature, he'd still be at my side, today. If my dear brother was ever to come back to our side, to ask forgiveness, to return to being saintly and good, then I would welcome him. Welcome him onto my lands, into my home with open arms. He would be my friend, again. But, then again, it is unlikely that these things wil ever happen.

I gaze upon Laynie, as she speaks once more. She seems to be having a bit of trouble getting her point across. I smile, slightly, watching her patiently emit her words.

Ah, so she was coming around. I wonder, with the smallest of hopes, whether my own brother will ever come to senses and do the same. Only time will tell, and with a smile, and a bob of my crown, I part my lips in speech.

Of course, Laynie. You are welcome there.