Glancing through the crystal like substance, the obsidian phantom observed the landscapes beauty. The rolling hills, littered with pine forests before backing up to the cliffs by the ocean. He breathed deep, the crisp pine filled air; in thought of how they could smell heaven- but they just couldn’t get a taste. Crimson pools shifted away from the lands and back to his daughter as she spoke briefly on how she’s never encountered such an element before. It was true; the stallion as well had never seen magic such as this. There was a way in, just no telling how. Audits of black pinned against his skull as he turned to inspect it again. Iron spiral prodding against its surface, making a rather horrid scratching sound. Slightly agitated the brute released a rumbling snort as he paced along its barrier. And if – but for a moment – he wondered if that equine stallion of his past; Lace- had tricked them into this place. Shaking his head, he dismissed the thought of his ironic hatred for equines and met his daughter’s curious gaze. Though she was probably right in waiting about for someone to lead the way, he had the hunch if they prodded around long enough they would find a way through the barrier of witchcraft.

Bobbing his head slightly to her comment, he turned and gazed back to the lands they now would call home. Such a chilling reminder of the Woodlands; a thought he was doing his best forget. So.. Words of a dove broke the silence, as blood filled pools returned to his daughters own lightning filled eyes. The question he knew was coming, but wasn’t quite prepared for. How would he tell her that he had gone every year in search of his family; fighting wars along the way? Almost ashamed, he took a single step back with his right leg, and lowered his crown slightly, lazing his ears to the side and then back. The cool breeze rippling through his marble tresses as he brought his once hollow crimson eyes from the earth floor and casted a gaze to his daughter that was almost apologetic, empathy laced with respect. There was no smile, there was no laugh. How was he, what had he done? There would be things he would probably never speak of again, the names of those who perished under his weapon, those who surely wait in hell for his arrival. "I’m Alright." He breathed a lie, his words masculine and soft. "Life has not been easy these last few years." He said almost coldly, but not to her. His last statement was very true; life was nothing but a horrible damnation to even be breathing anymore since the separation from his family. Though now that Nyx was here, there was a glimmer of hope.

"It was never fun knowing that no matter how hard you fought to survive one day- you would have to do it again the next. And with each sunset, you knew the sunrise was going to bring war, pain and death." The knights voice rumbled, as he turned away and looked back to the Edge, for the first time in many years he had felt a sadness; the loneliness of his years caught up to him. Though he would not cry. "When I lost your mother-“ He paused, closing his eyes and arching his chin to his chest. ”... you and Dexter." A sigh escaped his lips, shaking his head in the slightest motion, before looking back to his daughter. He had thought they were gone, lost in the blackness- left in the quakes of the dying world. He knew now, he would never see his lightning queen again; but she lived through Nyx’s eyes. ”I thought you were dead… I had to live every waking moment of my life for five years, damning myself for not being there... for not dying myself." His words seemed to trail off into silence, as he looked at her. Although his face was emotionless, his heart was bleeding, as were his eyes. He stepped closer to his daughter; his image would flow through her veins for years to come. This seemed all too good to be true- to find her here, alive in a place where perhaps war never rages like it did before.

"What of you, Daughter? I hope these years have treated you far better than they have me. When was the last you saw of your Mother.. of Dexter?“ He inquired, his stomach turning to what reply he might get from his question. It was to the point now where he missed his younger days, where all this mushy shit didn't get to him so much.. getting older sucked.

It wasn’t easy, to stand there and spill his emotions to someone who looked up to him. It was even harder, to hold back the emotion of loss, emptiness. In his youth, he could have left anyone and never thought twice. But after Querida came into his life, it shattered all his defenses. He was a trained killing machine, a warrior; but once he became a father- he changed. He was still fierce and dangerous- but had a more gentle approach to his children. Lobes pivoted upon his head as he watched his daughter, life’s never easy she said, and he refrained from a chuckle, and snorted roughly in agreement. Her life had just started; she was in her prime. Her following words intrigued him, as she apologized. Obsidian crown cocked to the side in question as lobes perked in attention on her- his muzzle extending to her cheek as she reached out to him. She was his blood- there wasn’t much she could have done to turn him away from her. As she spoke, a frown of disagreement crossed his lips to her statement about leaving home. "You were young; no Daughter of mine is weak. " He encouraged her, nudging at her lobe before pulling away and looking over her facial expressions. The way she spoke of Dexter, almost just made her seem inferior to his being his son. Nato felt a hint of guilt to her statement, as he was overjoyed to shire a son; to build a warrior. But not all children follow in their parents footprints.

Elevating his weapon to the sky, audits pointed in attention as he just listened. Her words cut his soul, as she hinted around about leaving because she didn’t feel the love like she saw given to Dexter. The beast swallowed hard, and tucked his chin to his chest in thought; as she continued. He was pleased to hear, that she had found a safe haven to live, but his stomach tightened when she mentioned Querida. Any other stallion would have moved on, but for some reason the guilt of him not being there to protect them just ate at his soul. He lifted his head slowly, returning his gaze upon his daughter, proudly. She had birthed children, how wonderful! Although, the right of being a grandfather wasn’t as nice as he thought it could be. He returned the smirk followed by a deep chuckle and a shake of his head. His daughter had become a lovely lady; though she lacked her mother’s violent traits. He was still proud; and very grateful to be reunited with her.

"I’m glad you found shelter, and had offspring of your own. " He paused, looking to the sky as it seemed to dim with the sun setting behind the cliffs. "Don’t ever think, that you were not what I deserved." He breathed, looking back down to Nyx. "I know your mother was hard on you- she was very… different." He sighed, almost letting a smile slip on his lips at the thought of her. "There is much to learn about your heritage yet; you come from a line of warriors- she expected you to be so, regretfully, so did I." Poll lowered, audits slicking back slowly, as he looked to her. "But the years have taught me many things; you took your life into your own destiny, when you left home… that saved you" He finished, almost quietly. Had she not left, she would probably have been lost to the darkness. His life was just being a warrior, he was used to pain, death, darkness and being bullied. The black warrior was no saint, far from it. He was unsure of how his daughter would react if he was to have a conversation with someone else he didn't care for. He was a demon, he was stained in evil; all these years there is no changing that. But would she accept it once she knew? He sighed and turned to look back into their new home; this wall of glass still keeping them from fresh food- water.

"Walk with me?" He said, turning his body to the right, swinging his haunches toward her, he stood glancing back to her. There has got to be a way through this wall; and they were going to find it together. Hooves shifted lightly in the grasses below, as the air brushes through his mane like a fine tooth comb. He was trying to break the ice to her; that he was a cold blooded killer. For now however, he’d keep his mouth shut on the matter.. and just enjoy the steady conversation. "There’s got to be an entry through this somewhere." He muttered as he marched on, gazing to the crystal element- looking for cracks, nooks, hoping to find something before nightfall. "Soo.. How many grand-kids do I have running around so far?" He chuckled aloud, gazing upon her as he continued his search.

[ooc: Sorry, crappy post :3]

The obsidian stallion stood still only moving his head to look around at the new home they have just been brought too. He breathed a gentle sigh; and closed his eyes for a moment. It was a sigh of relief- grateful he could sleep without worry and not have to outrun the devils wolves. Fate had played a heavy wager in the soldier’s life- and now here he stood. He was alive and breathing; the blood that flows through his veins were that of his mother and father. He had become their dream, their desires- twisted and mended into the mindset that he was truly evil. Though over the years he had truly discovered himself; in his younger years, if he came upon any other animal that wasn’t a Unicorn he would instantly think them unworthy to walk the earth they stood upon. He thought they were abominations, they were useless to him, weak and gullible. Though with his time in the Mystic Woodlands, for the first time the demon had shed his ice heart, and fallen for the Queen of Lightning. For the first time, he was full of devotion and dedication not only to her, but to his home..

Reflecting on that thought, it felt as if it had been hours in his mind- though only mere moments. Audits lazed slowly forth as he tuned out the conversation between Lace and his daughter. His heart sank, if but for a moment at the thought of his Queen and what had become of her. His stomach ached at the thought she was never coming home again. Lazily, he rested his eyes upon his daughter. As if an etched memory; ghost like visions danced around her of Querida. He could almost smell her; and in a daze he breathed out; mist rolling off his lips as rose oculars glazed over before he snapped back into the moment as the other pair’s conversation continued. But his mind didn’t focus on the nearing shadows in the distance; everything seemed to be blurring together; god forbid they see a weakness in him now.. How would they react? If they knew that he was not the Nato they knew him to be? It was rare the beast ever started violence anymore; though he was never afraid to stand his ground should he have too. He had become more noble, more kind dare he say it. Years of bloodshed and war will run a stallion down quickly; he soon discovered he didn’t want that anymore. He just wanted to be Home.

The snapping of twigs cracked in his ears, as they turned to fixate upon the nearing Pegasus. Crimson ovals blink a few times to snap him out of his wandering mind and turn to glace upon the angelic stallion. Snow dipped hoof shifted to the side as he took a step back, slightly alarmed by the approaching stallions. There was another, on the flank of this one. All Nato could remember thinking, is how massive they were; and the black one seemed.. dragon like and had the same gold dusting upon his back as Lace did. Stepping ahead of his daughter, audits turned back slightly as he watched the two with caution. They probably meant no harm, and were on patrol of their home; but Nato had become so used to the caution around others It would be a hard habit to break. As the Pegasus spoke, his tongue was different than others he had listened too before. Giving a gentle bob of his crown to both the masculine stallions in a small greeting; he couldn’t help but gaze to the dragon like Pegasus. He had never seen anything like it before; and was intrigued by his markings. A white dragon painted on his shoulder, or so it seemed. Even the tail of the creature seemed to resemble that of a dragon.

As the blue eyed Pegasus inquired about their names; Nato hesitated for a moment but it wasn’t long before Lace made the introduction of his calling. There was so much conversation going on; it had been so long since he had been in a herd; he would have to adjust to herd life again and all the laws that come with it. As he introduced the names of the warriors before him Nato gave a welcoming nod to both in order of their names. Kaj- the one with the weird native tongue and large wingspan caught his attention for a moment as he mentioned Nato being the leader of the Woodlands. A grin crossed his lips as he turned to the dragon-born stallion; Vikram- a strong warrior indeed with a body like that. "Well met- to the both of you.“ He said deeply, eyes shifting between the two before again resting on the semi-golden eyes of the dragon born. "I must say, these walls are very extraordinary. Brilliantly done.“ He praised the herd before him. The walls defenses offered protection from the elements, from other herds and strangers that were very unwanted it seemed.

As the conversation carried on between the stallions and his daughter; he stood quietly and listened. Talking of the wall- made of glass, and about the Gods that watch over these lands. Nato made note to ask about these Gods later. Were they the ones who destroyed Isilme? The brute shook his head, ruffling his silken ink tresses against his thick nape as he turned to look upon Lace as he talked about the Gods walking here in the lands. A brow was raised, as he thought this just has to be a myth. Why would the Gods of all things come to a place of the mortals? Grinning a little he turned away from the stallion and gazed upon the rest intermittently; watching their facial reactions- their posture. What did they think of him, of his daughter? Mirage; the name flooded his ears as he turned and looked to Lace when he said it. Was it the same black minx that he had come upon in Isilme? What of her sister and brothers; of the forest? He exhaled wondering if she would remember him and the trouble he had caused in her life. Though, he did have a high respect for her father- but she wouldn't know that now would she? Of course not.

Rolling his shoulder, he shifted a haunch into a relaxed position. Crimson pools resting upon the Edge’s landscape. He took a moment to tune out the excitement, and just take in natures song. His hooves could feel the vibrations of others running or playing in the distance. The songs of birds, insects and other woodland creatures danced along the breeze as it mingled in his mane. It was good to be home.

[ooc: I'm so sorry it took so long. I didn't notice it was Nato's turn next. My deepest apologies! <3]