I’ve become a simple souvenir of someone’s kill

It was like any other day, the Tallsun heat bore down upon the Basin with a force through the thin air. But Rexanna was thankful it wasn’t like the previous year, where the heat blazed an inferno across the whole of Helovia leaving little to no respite for the lands she had just begun to call home. This season, however, marked a whole year in Helovia for the Thief. She had accomplished much, even if her mind refused her to believe in such ideas. She had come, found a home, a profession and excelled at it. Found love in a variety of different lands and even birthed children. It was exciting, and still ever so saddening. For the ghosts of her past returned to haunt her in more than one form. The face of her past, haunting her dreams and lurking upon every corner wishing her ill intent born from his psychotic mindset. Her old ways returning to haunt her, to push the man she loved to the edges and frays to grow further and further away from her. She had tried to go and see him, to tell him the wonderful news of their children together – only to be pushed away by those that wished for her never to return.

What a year it had been.

So the Thief stepped out of her cave, her children out and about and far more independent than she wished them to be. Her and her companion set out in tow, Marembo bouncing around the dusty earth at the ashen hooves of the Thief as they made their way out into the open lands of her home. She looked around as they walked, eyes skimming the mouths to the many caves that provided reprieve for the inhabitants of her home, wondering how many lived here that she hadn’t met before. And as she continued, she spotted a few figures standing by the lake. She stopped in her tracks, her companion bouncing around only to stop short and look in the direction the Thief had been staring. There were three figures, and none of which she recognized. Was there some sort of gathering? Some sort of meeting? For the warriors or the other sections perhaps? Had she been too far in her mind to notice new ranks emerge?

Rexanna danced her way over to the group, Marembo trailing behind her as he ran just about as fast as his tiny black paws could carry him. And when the Thief came to a stop, her eyes shifted over each figure as she placed a smile on her exotic striped face. “Hello!” She whinnied to them, stepping ever so closer. She was able to hear the gentle breathing of the beasts she had surrounded herself with, and as they looked upon the water to something in the distance, the Thief found herself squinting to try and see what they had been looking at. She had no luck, however, and returned her attention to the others that had gathered there with a bright eye. “I didn’t mean to interrupt, do continue.” She added in slightly, hoping she hadn’t interrupted some sort of meeting with vital information. But it was silent, eerily so. And she wished she knew what to do in these kinds of awkward situations. So she stood and waited, hoping they’d continue with whatever duty they were trying to fulfill.

"Talk."

And like the sea—

I’m constantly changing from calm to ill.

Rexanna

Mortuus Nox

The demonic soul wondered out of the depths of his cave, his home. Stone cold eyes watched the ground in front of his cracking hooves. The hell bound beast wondered if he should continue with his day and adventure out of the comfort of his home. Huffing softly the beast decided he should get out of the stone walls and go out into the beaming rays of the sun. His black scared pelt shifted and tightened with each step; as large muscles stretched from the slumber of night. Frost was gone and the world around him heated from the blazing mountain sun. Its unforgiving clutch grasped the Basin with smoldering temperatures; only to be relieved by the whispering mountain winds.

A deep voice mumbled and roared as he found the center light of the sun. “It's too fucking hot... .” Thick tangled tresses of his tail flicked lazily over the laced haunches as Nox made his way through the Basin. Pale eyes grew cold and stone covered as he saw three figures that he had not seen before. The icy pits of his soul frosted over any who looked upon the orbs of the ghostly stallion. His scared body grew closer and closer to two golden like figures that stood near the three creatures. A small amount of sweat started to bead under his thick heavy mane as the black demon moved in closer. A cold look went to the small mare that he had never seen before. Not a smile fell upon his face, just the look of death warmed over. Then his attention grew to the Golden mare he adored from the start. Her black marking glowed in the ray of light as her angelic voice rang in the air. A slightly warmed smile came to his maw as he stood on the other side of the golden mare. “ Do you know these people, or things?.” The words clawed their way to his mouth from his chest as his gaze fell to the two golden colored mares. He was not rude on purpose, he was just cold to others he did not know. The stone gaze fell upon the younger hazelnut mare and his word poured like blood from his mouth. “I believe we have not met before, I am Nox.” The demonic crown looked back to the three things in front of them waiting to see what they would say.

“Talk.”

Anyone can Die
Only a few live forever

I’ve become a simple souvenir of someone’s kill

Rexanna’s brows furrowed, watching the three creatures before her as they seemed to simply ignore her. She wanted to say something else, but soon she realized she wasn’t alone. Easily, she shifted toward Eldala’s gentle chimes for a voice, greeting her and seemingly wary of the others. “Eldala!” She greeted, reaching her pale muzzle out to gently bump noses in greeting as a smile grew onto her features. “I’m doing well, I was just meeting these equines.” She added in, turning her gaze back toward the war horses with a slight feeling of unease at their silence.  But again, it hadn’t taken long until Mortuus Nox appeared. He grew closer to her and she smiled toward him, reaching her own muzzle out again in greeting the stallion. “Nox! Hello. No I don’t know them, I was just trying to see who they were.” She noted, turning her attention directly to the creatures before her.

And just like that, everything began to fall away. Rexanna’s eyes grew wide, her heart began to beat a million times an hour. She stood frozen in a slight amount of fear until her eyes landed on Aisling, the equine bearing Johnny’s child that she had graciously and quickly accepted into the Basin. “O-oh… Aisling, well then.” She began to laugh, a giggle escaping her lips as she lowered her head to a more comfortable spot than where her fear had driven it. Perhaps Aisling’s fanfare from her flute or her words that slipped past in abrupt pleasure. “Well, I’ll be honest in saying I feel a bit awkward now.” She offered the mare a grin and a laugh, reaching out to brush noses with her as well – knowing full well the creatures were a product of the equines magic more than likely. “You did the illusion? It was really accurate.” She added in, tilting her head. “You could see them breathing, it looked like they were really here. They were a bit silent though, I wonder if you could make them speak?” She questioned, tilting her head to Eldala to see if she might have input.

"Talk."

And like the sea—

I’m constantly changing from calm to ill.

Rexanna