Everyones waiting for someone {open}

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A tall, menacing shape crested the top of the hill. His form was splattered with blood and gore, though his steps were firm with pride, and arrogance. The cock of his head and the flash of those deep sapphire eyes were signals to all that they should revel in his presence. He slowly meandered down the slope, his dark whipcord slashing constantly across his haunches, trying to shoo away the flies that had come at the first sign of blood.

His large, flint hard hooves bit into the water soften ground. His eyes; the hue of which, deeper then that, even of the stream; looked for the water hungrily. They flash victoriously as soon as they spotted the pebbly shore of the waterline. His steps, dragging with tiredness, seemed to find new strength as he pulled his handsome, muscular form to the clear liquid. He dipped his muzzle into its cool refreshness, drinking the sharp tang of life avariciously. His lifted his great head, the water had freshened his mind, as well as his body. Feeling the sting and burn on his cuts, he waded into the stream, going to the waters highest point before stopping. The water washed out his cuts, and though this hurt greatly, he did not flinch away; he knew this was good for him, even through the haze in his head that the pain was causing.

As the pain was washed away with the sweat and dirt; his muscular form slowly relaxed; increment by increment. He stepped back, slowly exiting the icy texture on the water. His wounds were sealing over, the many grazes had already closed, and the slice on his shoulder that would later become a scar was just trickling out a tiny river of blood. His white marks were bold against the darkness of his pelt; made only brighter by the reflective light of the dewy spray; cast by the torrents struggle against his unyielding frame. His forelock covered his mysterious eyes, making them impossible to see.

He was tired, so tired that all he wished to do was nap, and slow he did. Darkness was covering the land like a fathomless blanket. Covering his wet form and soothing his mind into sleep. His parting thought till the world of dreams took him was: I did it. I won, finally!

It was still early when he awoke, his eyes snapping open quickly as he shivered. His pelt had dried, but until the sun would warm him; he still was cold. He lowered his head, lips tearing out mouthfuls of grass as he feed himself. As the sun was peeping over the horizon, he basked in the little heat that it omitted. His thirst was quenched, his hunger filled, and his energy restored.

He pawed the ground, nostrils flaring as he took in the scent of his land, the scent that he would forever hold close to his heart. He lifted his head and trumpeted, letting all those who were nearby that he was in their territory, undaunted and unafraid. Then he sighed, the strength behind the simple action was enough to make his muzzle vibrate; as the burdens of responsibility was laid on his shoulders.
The water bubbled cheerfully, blotting out all other sounds from his mind. He concentrated on in, letting it soak into his soul and calm him, letting it take his worries away. The sound was a cheerful one; as if a stallion was constantly chuckling and a mare always giggling at foal antics. The sound was sweet, and it soothed his wounded soul.

Of course, his family hadn’t been like that; he just thought that is what it would sound like. His muscles stiffened, he still held anger at his sire, especially after his abandonment, of Odioso and his brother, Oscuro. His nares quivered, it had been a long time since he had thought about his brother; thought about any of his family actually. These sudden thoughts and evolving emotions always frustrated him. His ears rotated, pinning down, he was angry at himself for allowing his sentiments, and judgments to run wild.

[cowgirl123]

The darkness that fell when the night covered the earth like a shroud was overpowering. Most equines that were not used to the night would not have been able to see a tree only a foot in front of their face, but not this mare, oh no she reveled in this type of darkness and she could see almost perfectly. Most horses spoke of how terrifying the dark was in a place so close to the Pahane, because you never knew what was going to come at you, what was going to hurt you. Takhi did not see much that should scare her, but then again after all the things she had seen in her life she was not scared easily, this place seemed perfectly safe to her. The only thing that might be a problem to her would be the trees that grew close together tearing the feathers of her ebony wings, but she kept them tucked tightly to her side, and made it so there was no way they could be scratched.

The darkness that surrounded her seemed to part as she walked through it's cloud, like it was not willing to touch a being as cold as her, as if it was scared. The only thing that dared to travel with her was the cold pitch black shadows that the mare could slither into unseen with her ebony coat, they were one of the same, two cold things moving as one barely seen. The darkness that parted behind her followed her perfect form like a sad lost puppy, trying to learn her secrets, trying to learn how she stayed so cold. But Takhi was not one to share her past memories, they brought on to much pain, so the darkness would have to keep waiting for a more open femme. The mare kept her etched body moving forward, slithering along with the shadows, twisting around the trees that grew so tightly together only a small equine like herself to manage to move through the forest.

As the mare kept her steady and graceful pace of a walk she heard the beating of small wings and a dark, cold, smile twisted upon her night black lips. One of the only creatures that dared to cross her path was coming her way, and she craved the company that it would bring, soon Takhi saw the form of a light grey sparrow soaring her way. The way the sparrow flew made her wish that she could fly in the open sky again, but she could not, it would soon be daytime and oh how she hated the sun. The sunlight made everything seem just so happy, which was the exact opposite of how the femme felt throughout her life, she did not like how it made everything shine and glimmer in utter happiness. It made Takhi sick. The little grey bird flew above the mares spiraled black horn and landed in the space between her two delicate ears. It settled down comfortable into her forlock and then sat there quite and content. The mare was happy when she knew that the little sparrow was going to stay a while.

Sparrows showed Takhi the happiness and kindness she wished that she possessed. Sparrows were always happy and singing and they did not attack other animals unless it was entirely needed. Takhi was not happy, she was most possibly the coldest horse that ever roamed the earth that she graced, and she was definitely not kind. She usually would attack any horse that she came across that was kind to her in anyway, because she thought that it was just a ploy and they would just hurt her mentally or physically, so she would usually attack them to make them leave her alone and not give them a chance to scar her. But some times, the kindness that hid very deep down inside Takhi's consciousness would show it's face and protect the pore equine that the mare chose to unleash her wrath on, and the horse would get to live. All of this anger and coldness was spurred from the fact that her mother left her as a baby, and she never knew her father, all of her evilness came from that. The image of her mother's rump sneaking away in the night was burned into the mare's mind forever. So, now she was cold, colder than a winter rain, and more vicious than a carnivore. But that kindness still slept in the back of the mare's mind, hid deep down inside her consciousness, and who knows. Maybe one day that kindness will allow her to one day get close to another horse, and maybe then she will finally be able to live a happy life, but it would take a lot of nerve from whichever horse wanted to become close to her. Takhi believed that no horse would waste their time trying to fix her, just to get to know her, was she really that great?

As she reached the edge of the tree line the sun was beginning to raise into the sky and the mare shook her head angrily. She was too late to get to the water without the sun beating down on her ebony body. She paced a the line of the trees, close enough to the woods so that she could still be hi dding in the shadows, she looked longingly at the water. Then a loud whinny erupted the silence that she so loved and it sounded very proud, well that just made her want to travel out even less, it was a proud stallion. Most of those would just want to flirt and well you know and then leave you, and Takhi did not really want either of those things. Though it might feel good to talk to another equine, just to be talking, and who knows maybe he could be good. The mare shook her dial violently ridding that thought from her kind, it was ridiculous because no horse she had ever met was 'good', so why would this stallion that was so proud be? But, even though she did not want to venture out into the harsh sun and possible meet this stallion, the mare could feel her parched throat screaming for water and so she had to do it.

Takhi slowly walked out of the safety of the shadows, her dark horn the first thing to get touched by the sun, and since it was not very high in the sky she was not too bothered by it. She could take time and get used to the burning sun and she could actually be under it without being hurt. But first she had to get to the water, the mare gracefully moved towards the clear blue liquid hardly containing her relief at seeing it, and just waded up to her chest into it. She took gulp after gulp of the salty water, most horses would be turned away by the saltiness of the liquid but the mare did not mind it because she grew up on it, so it was what she learned to live with. The mare let out a content sigh as her stomach and throat were finally soothed with the water, and but she kept her head down the little stallion still inbetween her two delicate ears. She could sense the stallion's presence close to her, but she was not going to look up at him and possible bring him over to her, if he was going to come to her he was going to on his own occurred.

[xXSarcasticXx]

And if you don't believe me
Watch, and I will make it happen
If you wanna see me, fall apart again

The masculine snorted. His nares quivered at the expel of air. He tilted his ears forward, basking in the afterglow of his victory. He was proud that he had managed to fight off yet another competitor. He always found it interesting when an older stallion who had 1 or 2 years on him tried to battle him. As if. The masculine was strong, built, and his muscular form was scattered with small scars. This fight had been difficult. He had fought differently than usual. Odioso had always been considered a careful fighter, and though the stallion he was fighting with had been harsh and had left Odioso exhausted, it hadn’t been too bad of a battle. In his half awake state vivid memories entered his head, making him relive the moments of the fight;

The entire raised his head as the stallion approached. His eyes grew black with hate, as he accepted his challenge. There was a cold fury burning through his body, filling his form with energy and power. The other stallion did not wait for an answer, and so Odioso did not give one. His deep sapphire eyes saw the hoof flashing towards him in the nick of time, ducking out of the way, as the hoof slid past it's mark, just nicking his shoulder, and dragging across his chest creating a long, but shallow gash- not threatening yet.

The great beast snorted, his multicolored ears pinned flat. He was not afraid of this bigger horse, not of his size at least. He seemed slow, and bulky, too tall to really fight well. Before the other stallion could press him in, the 17hh black spotted stallion danced away from him, and around to his side. His pillars barely touched the ground, as they snaked down with lightening speed. Now facing him slightly on an angle, Odioso saw his chance, he reared up, flint hard hooves thrashing the air, as swift and as deadly as any weapon, as they aimed for his large cranium.

Odioso was surprisingly swift, he had one many fights this way- surprising his opponents, and if that didn’t work, well, he had other tricks up his sleeve.

His jaws opened wide and snaked out towards the other stallion’s muzzle, trying to give him a good bite, a warning bite.

There was plenty to come.

His eyes watched the other horse carefully, nimbly landing on all four feet, before scooting backwards, wondering if either his hurtful bite or thundering hooves had made a hit; surely one of them.

As he danced back, verging on the crest of the hill he had yet another advantage, by running to meet him, stallion had not realized the slight height advantage that Odioso had gained, due to this, the stallion did not actually have a full hand on him, just a few inches. The ebony and ivory stallion’s neck flashed out towards the other stallions head, checking to see if there was damage, as his haunches rotated, bucking up, to protect himself.

His muscles rippled, yet no sweat darkened his trim sides yet- he was still in full mode, and everything in the stallions' previous years was helping him. Past battles ran through his head, as he continued this deadly dance. He made comparisons between other horses he had fought and this one, judging on speed, reflexes and power. As his mind worked as furiously as his body, he drew back, before erupting in yet another rear, blood staining his legs, as his delightful, mysterious eyes tried to lock with the other stallions. This was a battle of not only hooves and teeth, but a battle of wills. There was not fear in his eyes as he daunted them boldly, only power and determination.

I needed this. I wanted this. I would have it.

He arched his young, powerful body, muscles rippling.

He knew that heart was something that gave him the edge. And right now, he was going to give it his all.

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Odioso’s head snaked back as the blow came close to hitting him. Sheer reflexes had saved him that time, and in a part of his mind he wondered for how long his reflexes would still be good for.

Until I lose a lot of blood.

He decided was the answer. He moved back as the other stallion reared, aiming for his chest, and connecting, it was a clean hit, and Odioso could already feel the muscle bruising, but at least it hadn’t cut him over. He glaze grew shadowed as a blood stained veil fell over his eyes, so that he seemed to be seeing everything in a red darkness. This was a form of stallion bloodlust, every instinct of his form was telling him to kill this challenger, yet he pushed those instincts back, he didn’t want to seriously injure the other stallion, he preferred if he would just give in. He was – although he had his bad traits, a noble creature that didn’t like killing something, or someone else unless absolutely necessary- like if he didn’t give up.

He shook off the other stallion’s tries to get a grip on him.

He wasn’t tired, only excited; he could keep up this dangerous battle for days if he had too. He had suffered through much, and he could take more. Wheeling around on his forehand, his hind legs bucked up, they were only meter or so away from the other equine, so it was most likely a sure hit, but there was always the possibility of the other stallion backing away fast enough. The two daggers sought their target- the challenger’s rib cage with chilling speed, and strength. Odioso didn’t want to cut him, just simply break a few bones, making it harder for the other stallion to breath.

He whirled around and swung his young body up in a rear, teeth barred at the challengers attempts to get by his thrashing forelegs. His eyes darkened with anger as he caught his breath a through himself back into the battle, noticing how bright the grass was compared to the blood in a puddle beside it. The bright red on green flash through his mind for a moment, before exiting almost immediately, he was fully concentrated on the battle at hand. His sharp hooves continued to beat the air, or was it flesh? He could no longer tell. He was just going, striving, hoping to win.

The fact that the other stallion might’ve had more experience then himself didn’t bother Odioso, this was a fight where anything could happen, and that there was no hard and fast rule about who would win. Plus there was something that Odioso had that not many others had. He wasn’t afraid. He wasn’t afraid of pain, or death, or loss, or strife.

He was jerked out of his thoughts and memories by the sound of hoof steps echoing a few steps in front of him. His mind cleared and his dark blue orbs processed what he was seeing. A delicate darkly hued femme had seemed to visualize directly from the shadows and had stepped forward to his view. He watched her with an air of open surprise as she drunk hungrily. His eyes narrowed as he studied her, taking a slow step forward. He tilted his head down in a slow dip of his head, a courteous bow. “Greetings Fae, may I gather that this is your place?” He asked pointedly, not even mildly concerned that he may have entered her grounds.

Cause I don't want to hurt you
If you really need me
I'm only gonna let you down

[cowgirl123]

The pitch black mare stood silently and drank the cool and clear liquid, but she kept her eyes on the stallion that was just a couple of feet away from her, and out of the corner of her eye the mare saw that the stallion looked shocked at the sight of her. The thoughts of what would cause the stallion to be surprised at her and she slowly singled them down to two thoughts that made the most sense. Either he was surprised at her because she had just materialized out of her beloved shadows and walked to the river that was placed so close to the spotted stallion. Or he was surprised because she had gone and drank and not paid any attention to him, she did not even bother to go up to him and introduce herself, Takhi thought that the second choice was probably the most likely choice. She chuckled a little bit thinking of it, lifting her ebony lips from the water, creating tiny little ripples in the clear water.

Then the stallion took a slow step toward her and the mare decided that it would be rude to keep her rump to wards him and so she twisted her coal black body and made it so that her dial was facing his and her deep brown eyes were looking into the stallion's unique blue colored orbs. Then he gave slow little dip of his head in a courteous bow, and the mare tilted her head somewhat to the stallion standing in front of her, she was not used to a horse being so kind or so respectful to her to bow to her and it shocked her for a few moments. But then she broke herself out of her shock and decided she would have to return the bow. So, she ducked her head deep down so that her maw was almost touching the damp earth, her dark coat shinning under the light that came from the sun that was slowly rising into the sky, and her muscles stretching under her tight skin. To show him that she respected him even though she had just met him.

Then the stallion spoke to the stallion, asking her if she called this place home, and the mare gave a silent chuckle inside of her mind. She had never called anywhere home except for when she was a young filly, after she left she became a lone wanderer, never staying in one place for longer than to sleep or heal from a wound she received in her travels. She had been alone for some time, and in a home you could not be alone could you, in fact this stallion was the first equine that Takhi had spoken to in months. But a home sounded good, a place to call home, and a place that she could possible be safe and happy. So, maybe the mare should lie and say that this was her home, then he would surely allow her to live here. But she could not lie to an equine that she had just met, could she? No, she would not lie to this stallion just because she wanted a home, that would be pathetic. And Takhi was defiantly not pathetic.

"No, I do not call this beautiful place home, though that might be a load of my worried soul. No, the only place I have had the luck of calling home is the shadows that I hide out in." The mare said in a soft and sad tone. It was true, the only thing that seemed constant in her travels around the lands of the hybrids was the ever present shadows that seemed to follow her like lost puppies, they loved her and oh how she loved them. They did not judge, they did not speak and break the silence that she so loves, they just follow and allow her to hide out in them when she needs. They were truly her home, quite possible the only home that she may ever have, but wasn't this fact somewhat sad? How sad was it that a mare like herself would only be able to call shadows her home, it was very sad, and she knew it.

Takhi could feel her face droop in sadness, and she knew that it was rude to be all mopey and depressed around a new horse and so she had to get a hold of herself. She placed her blank mask on her face so that the stallion would not know that something was causing her sadness, but she kept her eyes away from his because she knew that her true sadness was always portrayed through them. But as she looked at the stallion's handsome physique a small smile began to play on her lips, because the realization that she was actually having a real conversation with another horse, a horse that did not mind that she was speaking to them. It made the mare happy to think that she was able to speak to another horse after all the time that she had gone silent, and that the horse would actually talk back to her, today might turn out to be a good day. But Takhi knew not to get her hopes up.

[xXSarcasticXx]

And if you don't believe me
Watch, and I will make it happen
If you wanna see me, fall apart again

He let a soundless sigh escape his lips; he had always scared away mares and the such. He was quite a forward lad, demanding, and brutally honest, which did scare most mares off. And even those, who quipped back at him at his honest comments with their full of spite, he soon grew tired of, and left them in the night, letting them be a lone with their broken hearts. He didn’t see this as being mean, only truthful to his own wants and desires. What kind of claim did a random femme have on him? None, none at all. He was his own ruler, he traveled as he wished, he did what he wished and he spent time with whoever he wished. He didn’t think that made him bad... Or did it? Should he have put his own whims away and settled down, stopped bothering to search for the brother he had accepted was dead... Did it even make sense that he was still searching for someone that surely must be dead? No, of course it didn’t, though Odioso couldn’t bring himself to quit.

Her ears were flicked towards him, but she still did not seem aggressive, only cautious, and perhaps afraid, or curious. He forced all his muscles to relax, though it went against his instincts and he took the weight off one of his back hooves, letting it lay idle. This was a show of confidence, and composure. He waited for her to speak again, his nares flared slightly as they breathed in her scent. His eyes studied her beauty as she drank, her dark coat did seem to gather the shadows, but her shimmer tresses excited him more than scared him. Her voice was soft, alluring. His bright sapphire eyes were fathomless as he looked at her from behind his forelock, he wetted his kissers before speaking again. “Having no home is not, perchance, a bad thing, it’s one less thing that someone can take away from you.” His question was demanding, but his tone was inviting as opposed to harsh.

His opinion was spoken from experience. He had taken others homes and destroyed them, as well as watched his home and life be destroyed by another. The masculine stood in his relaxed pose, his cut still bleeding sluggishly along his eye catching coat. Her reply to his bow made him smile, he was glad that this female seemed to have some manners. He had come across several mares who were more interested in the idea of having a mate then actually interested in him and what he had to say; these were the mares that he found annoying and eventually left in the dust. He couldn’t help that his general attitude towards life was a ‘who bloody cares’ as he had been taught from a young age that this was a good out look... as it didn’t allow for your hopes to be taken up and then later, crashed back down.

Odioso hated the mere idea of having hope. It seemed like everyone he allowed to become a part of his life ended up being destroyed, leaving him with nothing. He had once heard of another stallion traveling in the neural terras that had a coat just like his. He had been filled with the hope that this was his brother Oscuro that somehow his brother had escaped the crowning flames and then, after that huge hurdle, had managed to survive the duration of his first few years without being killed. Odioso remembered how he had searched and searched to no avail. After spending a year of searching different lands for his brother, after fighting more and more stallions, becoming more, and more vicious, he had given up. He was losing himself to his hope, and instead of losing himself he decided to accept the fact that his brother was dead, and he fell into darkness.

“What is your name femme, if you do not mind me asking?” His head cocked to the side in an inquiring way, forelock falling to the side to reveal one mysterious eye. He eyes were closed, and he stomped a hoof, irritated that she wasn’t looking at him. He arched his neck, a dagger slicing through the air to pound the ground again, impatient for her answer. He wondering in a corner of his mind about what had happened to her throughout her life, but then, deciding to be courteous he daren’t ask.

Cause I don't want to hurt you
If you really need me
I'm only gonna let you down

[cowgirl123]

The ebony mare watched with interest as the stallion's muscles untensed, it did not look like it was from actual comfort, it looked like he was making himself be none tensed. Then the stallion cocked one of his hooves, which was a sign of relaxation, and the mare was thoroughly confused. She did not know if he was really relaxed or if he was faking it for some odd reason. But then Takhi saw the look on his face and she knew that he was doing these things to make her feel more comfortable, which was an awful nice thing for him to do, something she was not used to, a horse trying to be nice to her. So, the mare allowed a light smile to play onto her ebony maw, it was a cool and relaxed smile one she did not usually use, and she untensed her own muscles, though she kept her black ears flicked to wards him because she wanted to hear him if he spoke to her.

Takhi listened as the stallion spoke to her, he said that having a home was maybe a good thing because it was one less thing that other horses could take away from her, this made the mare think of all that had been stolen from her. The most important thing being her happiness, why of all things would equines want to steal that from her, so she agreed with the stallion she did not want to loose another thing, it just might mean the end of her. The mare nodded her head solemnly looking down at the lush grass that pushed through the muddy ground.
"Yes I would have to agree with you there, having things to loose is a terrible step back, it surely is." Takhi spoke, her normal smooth voice holding a tinge of sadness in it, for the memories of her past were flooding into her. She knew that it was impolite to think of these things in front of an unknown horse, and so she pushed the memories back into the normal cage they were kept in, and made her face look much happier than it had been.

The mare kept her head lower to the ground, but she still wanted to look at the stallion, and so she looked up threw her thickly layered black lashes. Her looks from her dark brown orbs were hidden by their lash veil, so she knew that the stallion had no way of knowing that she was looking at him, which is what she wanted. Takhi wanted to seem like she was not to rude by starring, so she was glad for this protection, so she starred at the spotted stallion all she wanted. As her eyes slid over his body she noted the scars covering his bodice, she knew that this meant that he had been in many battles, and she quietly wondered what his history was that created him to want to put himself in so much danger. Takhi noted his muscles, and knew that he was a very strong stallion, which was why was not killed by the battles he was in. Then she looked at his unique spotted coat and she believed that there was no other horse on the earth with his same markings.

Then she was broken out of her starring by the stallions voice speaking to her, he asked her name, and the mare thought that she would tell him, she would normally not do this but she felt like this stallion was trust worthy enough.
"I do not mind it at all, my calling is Takhi, may I have the pleasure of knowing yours?" She asked, her words bubbling from her mouth like water in a brook, it was questioning but yet still sweet in nature. Then she watched as the stallion began to act some what strange, his neck was arched and he pawed the ground with his daggers, and she wondered what he was doing. And then she realized that her eyes had been closed and he was impatient at the fact that she had not been looking at him, oh if only he knew. A small and sweet smile twisted onto her lips as she looked at him, her head cocked to the side, showing that she was now paying attention.