Thankfully, the glowing red pools of the knight rested upon the pale faced mare, and the reflective horns of glass upon the sorrel stallion that trickled in closely behind her. Unmoving he watched the obsidian mare dance past noting her liquid motions as she moved to the pool for a well deserved drink. And for a moment, the way the waters reflection rippled across her skin she was beautiful. He wouldn’t admit it to her however, that he didn’t just think of the female gender, to be useless brooding whores. Though, they existed; whores that is. But he couldn’t help but wonder if she was from a time in his past, from a kingdom of warriors who bore the docked tails and hairless necks. Still framed, it’s almost as if she was moving in slow motion, even the water that dripped from her lips hit the floor like music notes. Though his visual emotions where lacking their place, he turned to the stallion as he was glancing around the seemingly tight space, commenting on how strange it seemed.

As his brethren came around, and questioned the numbers that lay under the earth’s surface, the black demon stood puzzled. He wasn’t sure exactly, how many hoof beats had made it into this place. And for a moment, he wasn’t sure how to answer, and let his eyes rest upon the demon dog upon the floor. ”I couldn’t give you an exact number.” He paused, his tones honest as he looked back up to the sorrel stallion. ”But there are many.” He hinted, although he was unsure exactly what herds had come; he knew that the Edge was mighty in numbers, should they have made it these caves would be packed. But they were not as packed as they should be, and that worried him.

It wasn’t so bad, compared to other places here. The ceiling was higher, and the opening in the roof allowed for fresh air to stream in with the flow of water. It was breathable, unlike other areas of the cave where it was over crowded, and the hot breath from others lungs seemed to make you want to choke. Though his attention was divided, as a single lobe turned to face the mare as she neared him, inquiring him about his name, of course in these dark times out in the open his name was the last thing on his mind. But the way she had finished her sentence, caused a slight annoyance to flutter over his lips, curling them down in a hidden frown as he stared upon her. She was a cocky little thing, the pale faced mare. He did have a bad habit of giving one a nick-name; perhaps she was about to get hers.

That depends on who’s asking. The demon thought to himself; ”I could say the same for you, paleface.” He said bluntly, once he held a name that rang terror into ones hearts, one that was well known within the kingdom; was now just empty and hollow. Twin soldiers lazed to the sides of his crown, as he turned to her; eyes of red resting upon her own icy pools, a sneer upon his tongue: ”Do you have a name?” Now where was it written, that Nato would have to play nice guy? That book has been burned long ago; he was now more of a wing-it kind of man. After all, she was the one that stumbled upon this land- she was the new one. She should be the first to exchange the secret of her calling. The black demon left it open, to the other stag if he wanted to give his name, he could. If not, then Nato was fine with that too.

Parched, the dual toned beast moved to the glittering water for refreshment before she could reply to his statements. He had an ear pinned on them however, should they open their venoms maws. He drank the cool liquid hitting his stomach like rocks, but it was oddly soothing.

Nato