A R A H

I never live in the past like the forsaken.

Voices, they were angry and causing. Ears perked as they caught the sound waves, interest was also captured. Frowning, the ivory doe began to change her course. Long slender legs carried her through the Basin, to where the sounds did not echo but began. What had caused upset to plague her homeland today? Continuing down the frosty land, Arah was cautious and creeping along as quietly as possible. It there was anger then she probably did not need to concern herself with other personal conversations...only the closer she got to the voices the closer she got to the borders of The Basin. Assuming that a trespasser had been caught, the mare intended to make this intrusion her business. So she arrived and immeadtly recognised Deimos, the Lord of The Basin. Beside him was his daughter, while Arah did know know this at first she heard the little girl say papa. A smile crept along her lips, maybe death's friend had a soft side after all.

Eyes turned to sweep over the intruder, angry that this stallion clearly had no respect for the boundaries or the social lines that would should dare to cross. Already the smell of death hung thickly in the air, Deimos was using his gift. Apparently nothing was holding but her Lord unleashing his full potential. Standing next to the awesome power that was her lord, Arah began to wake the magic with inside herself. The Basin did not have time for intruders, especially those that did not belong here. If you did not have a horn, you would not be granted access to The Basin. The entire population of Helovia knew it. Feeling the magic gather up inside her, the spy of The basin smirked at the one who had stupidly thought to enter her homeland. "It would have been wise to turn around straight away..." Her voice was gentle polite. "Never mind that now, I'll escort you out."

Stepping closer the mare unleashed her newly found magic. Her eyes burned bright and her smirk did not falter. Most would have laughed at the idea of Arah escorting people away. There was little the intruder could do, when she grasped him with her magic's grip his mind became her prisoner. With complete control over one's mind they become nothing more than her puppet. "Lord Deimos, and my Lady, you may accompany us if you wish."

Turning her full attention the the stallion again, Arah gently whispered into his mind, magic seizing control, for how long...well she could only guess. 'Turn around and walk away. You want to leave us be.' He should be able to fight her, after all she did not belong in his mind. Arah wondered if his natural defences would be what pushed her out of his mind eventually, or if he would simply just take control of himself again. Narrowing her eyes, Arah tried her best to keep control, but the threat of being pushed out constantly lurked in her mind. 'You don't want to be here' she whispered trying to sound strong and confident, her goal was to keep control so he turned around and walked away.

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[Drawing by aeolle]