[ Silence Anewed ]

[thehydra]

[shadow=silver,left,300]The pale sliver of a moon shone over Yeadole. The blue roan was on the crest of a hill, directly in its clear light. The gentle breeze blew his red streaked forelock out of his warm brown orbs and floated past him, making little rshhhhh sounds as it passed.

Storm's eyes scanned Yeadole, searching for the lead stag. Dyain. No challenging scream pierced the air. Not a sound.

The stag did not seek a home. He did not seek the herd, nor mares. What he did seek was entirely different. Storm was a lone stallion, whose few homes were only temperary. He preferred being by himself, taking care of himself, and depending upon only him. [/shadow]

[Sequin]

[thehydra]

[ Nope, not challenging. It's kind of hard to explain... ]

[Sequin]

[are you requesting beta?]

[thehydra]

[ Nope. Well, maybe. Very temporarily. Meh Storm goes around helping stags and such. ]

[dyain]

Oh my femms
I have returned
Forgive thy departure
The victory is mine
Do you wish to hear the tale?

He slowly moved through the region of his claim, nares quivering as he sifted through the scents. His precious femms, he urned for them, aching. Pelting was smeared with the rouge, liquid of life. But it was not his, no not a scratch found his bod. It was of Supernova, the fool of challenge. The fore leg broken, lacerated. Flank torn to shreds. Jawl broken, there was not a thing to do. Poor thing, such a shame. He paused, thorns melting away to the scalp. The scent of stag durged thorugh the nasal passeges. Curvature flexed, anger rising. Another round? Oh how pleasing. He moved as a bullet through air, the bleachen threads waging war with the curling winds.

What do you need
I have arrived
Yes that of brawl
I have defeated one
I will do it again
And
Again

A low rumble surfaced, the stag emerging from his forestry of emerald greens. His femms were not in sight, a pang of worry yet relife. None drawn to this being, but could there have been a reason? Dial remaiend withdrawn, the pain of the neck region dwindeling. The facial expression remained set in stone, hardend. The guard had not dropped, his trust in the stag fallen. He remained five paces away before the hault, a low vibrating note floating from the parted jawls. His rhymes began to follow.


Stag, what is your meaning of come. I return from battel, victory it is. The win was by a landslide, yes I know you have heard the cries of pain form the region. It was not from the vox of I. Purity thy soul belongs to, but a loss in war thy soul flees from. I am of war, do not be confused. Speak your dubbance, I am Dyain, ruler of this terrian.

He spoke smoothley, without pause or stammer. Dial rose slightly, a dominant pose struck. Occuli or the warm almond began to search the stag over, as he did so the pose softend. It did not seem of challenge, but of wander. Dear femms of light, come to me.

I have adressed you
I call no bluff
Venture
Find this one so broken
You will see
I call no bluff

[thehydra]

Difficulties mastered are opportunities won
You have mastered the difficulty
You have won the opportunity

Be this Dyain? Be this the one he sought?

It must be so, for he looked every inch as
strong as he had when Storm had watched
him defeat Supernova.

NO!

It was a command. His ears lay flat against
his head, forever ready should Dyain attack
anyway.

I do not wish to fight
Nor steal what is not mine

[♥Enchantment♥]

Cream hued plet glistened in the sun. The stars seemed to sleep in her occuli. The moon was her finely detailed bodice. Tiwn-carved harks heard the scene.
A new stag. Her love home again. Her chance to talk to him after all the time of seperation.
Paperthins tasted the scene.
Her love, alright. His triumphent smell, of not a drop of his own blood, but that of the foolish Supernova. Then the pungent scent of a new one. There was a new stallion here.
Occuli played upon the scene.
His powerful bodice. Pure-hued coat stained in crimson. Soft-almond eyes. Strong muscle. Everything she had missed for so long. Then the other stalolion, the new one. Occuli didn't observe much of him, for her occuli longed to be on her love and could not be off for more than a second.

Oh my love
You are back
tell me of the things you have
that foolish Supernova lacks
But wait, that would be evrything,
the strength, the wisdom, the charm
oh, how it is impossible for the pity to posses such.


Pillars carried delicate, beautiful femme over his land.
Floating, floating, on a cloud.
Singing, singing, for her love.
Dial lowered in his respect, and in a lover's greeting. Oucculi gazed into his own lovingly, and then turned to the new stallion to check his intentions. Worry never struck her, for Dyain would protect her, as she, if faced with it, would loose her life for him. This new stallion, would be crushed. Dyain had confidence, and to prove his case, not a single scrath of drop of his own blood upon him. Young stallion, do not be foolish and try my love. Labriums parted, and vocals gave the tunes of,
'Lo, m'love. Tell me of it all. Of your triumph, and of Supernova's fall. Oh, hello, young stallion. What beith you intentions in Yeadole?'

[thehydra]

I want what you want

An ear flicked back toward Enchantment as the stag heard her speak. There was silence. Only the sound of the wind blowing gently through his red-tipped mane. Finally he spoke, a smooth, clear voice that sounded just a little dangerous.

I have come to ask Dyain a question.

[dyain]

Do not test me.

So what is the meaning
That of your arrival
One has departed
The winds sobbing
Perhapse it is silent praise
I have yet to know
But the one of leave
Shall not arrive again

Dial began to rise, tilting near the heavens as the nares quivered. The scent of death barely touched the cool winds, but the death was of light. Supernova fallen, further then he had expected. His reaction was slim, as if he almost did not care of such. It was true, he had become loathing of the brute. He returned the stare to Storm as the answer coiled upon the auds, jawls separating once more.

What is your meaning of come, if it is not of the greedy wish.

He paused, dial turning as the sweet hymn of Enchantment slowly overtook that of his. My seet dame, he mused so silently. The swift footing brought her near, Dyain had not moved. Serpintine began to uncoil, reaching as she came near. He tugged at the silken locks as once again the shoulder she shadowed, auds pricked to the tunes she had chosen to project.

I will share with you all you wish of, but for now please stay from harms way. I will tend to you after the event taking place in this moment.

Dome slung low across the whithers of the femm as he spoke, recoiling at end. He side stepped slightly, a sort of gental push and sheild in one. The brute did not wis for war, Dyain allowed the demaning sheild to drop. A more smooth warm vox sounded, directed to Storm. The dangerious tone offered by Storm did not frighten the stag, no not a tad.

What is the question troubleing your sould, brute.

He spoke in a low tone, curvature sheilding the dame from sight. Plume of lengthy creation whisked around the regal mass, the tips brushing the front piston.

You have much to lose

[thehydra]

If you want things to stay as they are
Things will have to change

[/center]

Those words were spoke in a low hiss, the focus of Storm's performance. His eyes were entertained. They were dancing, and his next words were spoken in a snarl that curved his lips.

If this question does trouble my soul,
It will trouble yours only more

Raspy voice, like a determined challenger. Such as that foolish Supernova. This was not a challenge--but his voice suggested otherwise.

[dyain]

Stag hold your tounge, I have had enaugh of this foolishness. You are not thy equal, holdign not a shurb nor shrew. Nothing shall changing upon this date, thy era has just begun. The herd forming, events to fold. What you say is no question but a statement. Stop this ignorence. Cut to the chase, I do not relish upon the company of those holding no connection to thy being. Challenge me if you wish, you may be dissmissed to join Nova in spirit. You have tested me, I am protecting what is rightfully mine. A leaders triat. Scorn or priase, take your pick

He spoke smoothly once more, pose remaining unchanged. One could not determin Storm's true intentions, Dyain had begun to lose patience with theese games however. Dial vered slightly, a coo accompanied nip to the piston of Enchantment placed. He was in a protective stance, knowing the dwindeling season. Yes Dyain had every reason for the following.

Oh dear
Its the seasons fault
Seems I am protective
Will you take the hint?

Form flexed, the movement a sort of paused quiver. A swivel to the hinds lifted him swiftly, towers lacing. Dagers pointed stifly, a low lingering boom bursting through the silence. The gun shot. He began to plumet, all knew a lead could strike. The lesser unable to do so back. Yes, but Dyain was not so cruel. In the last moment he twisted, slamming to the geo at the shoulder of Storm.

What is your need brute. Games are so dull in my eyes. Games by the Hession creation that is.

His tone was low, demanding. Do not push. No I push back. Snow, she was to arrive. He was so anxcious. His newest addition. Was this storm attemptign trouble? Perhapse it is time to squash it. A war, then so be it. Say the words, I am ready.

[anauma]

[there we are sry]

This is no game
Perhaps patience might do you well

He sidestepped, thinking the stag would attack him, then when he didn't his eyes blazed into Dyain's, slightly angered by his comments.

My question does not suit my needs. I wish to give you your needs, but perhaps you are not worthy. That was my one question--what do you want?

These words said Storm did not glare into Dyain's eyes as hard as before. The fool! Assumptions were not appreciated by Storm's kind, but he supposed reluctantly that the stag had a good reason.

[Sequin]

[Dyain did not try to attack you, he swerved and landed at the shoulder. Please ammend]

[anauma]

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