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Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380
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#1

It had been too long.

She remembered. She remembered the days when accomplishing her goals had come so easily. She remembered the days when she had allies, strong allies. She remembered Mauja the FrostHeart, so close an ally that he had sowed his seed and she had birthed their daughter. She remembered D'Artagnan the Nightshade, a talented doctor with an irreplaceable knowledge of Helovia's poisons. She remembered his lover, Kou, a gentle creature, but nonetheless devoted to their cause. So many faces, so many names, so many followers. They had all followed her. And she had left them, she had let them down. Well, no more. She had returned and, though she had yet to see them all, she had been busy. She had been gathering recruits, she had been planning assaults, she had done more than she had ever done. It was time for them to see her, know her, remember her. It was time for her to prove her leadership.

She had sought them out, many of them, sharing a quick whisper of a meeting deep in the catacombs of the Frozen Arch. It could have been held on the Steppe, in the open air with miles to see all around. But as easy as it would be to see an eavesdropper or an intruder, it would be easier still to spot a gathering of unicorns, all tied by the strength of their racism. Anyone who saw them would talk, and all of Helovia would see their tyranny coming from a mile away, and would guard against them. No, much better to hide within the caverns, speak in hushed voices, arrive one at a time, leave singularly or in pairs. This way, no one would know, and their secret would remain.

The shadow-mare had arrived in silence, her dark pelt blending better with the deep blue of the ice than it did with the stark white snow. The caves were eerie, she would admit that. Her reflection in the ice was stretched into gaunt shapes, then forced into squat, ugly forms, all in the matter of seconds, as thought she were constantly changing. It was enough to make someone of a weaker constitution sick. But she simply regarded the mirage with amusement, a cool smile on her maw. She melted easily into the shadows content to watch and wait. Her memory ranged over her band of followers as she considered their reactions to the caverns. Some, perhaps, would find the spectacle as amusing as she; others would find it disturbing. A mental shrug. The ease with which she would regard them would prove her stronger than they. As long as they showed, she had no real care for their emotions on the matter.


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B A C C H U S



Bacchus was normally following his precious Snö, but today the little boy had felt compelled to the Frozen Arch, after some debate on whether it would be safe for him to go, and if he wasn't overstepping the boundaries Snö had set down for him. Well, and Snö had allowed him to be used in the Plague. Even if he was a babysitter, a doormat, or a testing system for torture. But of course, the ice princess was also making sure none of the other unicorns took him as their slave, but the boy decided to overlook that and pretend the princess just loved him. Poor Bacchus. Poor, poor Bacchus, whose pathetically depressed mind was in love with a racist unicorn who literally owned him and found him utterly repulsive.

The slave, the small fjord cross, approached the Frozen Arch with great care, as if the very snow might bite him. He was a fluffy thing, but the cold was still cold on the tips of his sooty ears and nipped at his muzzle. If Snö lived here, he lived here, no matter how cold the nights got. After all, little foals survive here! Bacchus thought proudly to himself, taking comfort from these sad thoughts.

His delicate hooves clattered on icy stone, announcing his arrival to the black mistress Psyche, unless she had gone deaf. Upon seeing Snö's mother, the slave lowered his head submissively, slipping into the shadows along the edges of the cavern, hoping to avoid notice by the other unicorns sure to arrive soon. Not a word came from his mouth- a servant may say 'Lady Psyche', but a slave did not speak unless spoken to, and he was not about to break that rule for fear of losing his tongue to a glittering horn. He wasn't looking forward to being announced to the whole of the herd, becoming a herd slave once again, even if he was technically tied to the gorgeous Snö. I can deal with anything except foals. The fjord told himself, swishing this thick tail.

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i'm a COWARD, a LIAR, and totally, utterly pathetic- I ADMIT IT





Snö Posts: 155
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   SNÖ</style>
  what did they aim for when they missed your heart?</style>



Snö was not far behind her slave. Whever she went, he went. Wherever he went, she went. It was not that she loved him in any way, shape, or form. There wasn't anyone she loved except Monster and she had watched his head get smashed in and she had witnessed him come back as a dog. After that she had distanced herself from such feelings. They were a weakness and weakness was looked down upon intensely by her family. The only reason she followed Rapha was because he belonged to her. She had to make sure no one tried to take him from her.

Tarak's mechanical whirring sounded beside her as they moved together. Her mother came into view to which Snö only acknowledged with a very slight nod. She stopped beside Bacchus and gave him a look that meant that he better stay where he was and keep his mouth shut. She didn't know what was going on or what was going to happen, but she knew if the equine stepped out of line he could very well end up dead.




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The Arch. The place had grown rather intimate in d'Artagnan's time of experiencing it with Kou... Then Aviya was born and again, the place of meeting was this very archway made out of ice. So it felt profoundly strange stepping into it's embrace once more and this time for a professional herd meeting for the secret group that banded only the pure and mightiest unicorns. He had travelled a little way, having been out exploring the steppe and looking for it's poison properties shown to him by Lord Earth. His search had been fruitful and he now knew several locations for hardy types of plants with exquisite properties to add to his collection of growing intricacies. The snow was deep far north so it had taken him a little longer than normal to reach his destination, fighting drifts and slippery terrain as he went, arriving rather soggy looking but with a face of fierce satisfaction. It was time to move once more, time to take back what was there's but it was the call of the Crux that faltered his step somewhat.

d'Artagnan knew of Psyche, Mauja spoke little of her but he knew his sister had met her once before in the presence of Cineviam and had taken a liking to the darker mare. That was never a good sign, when his stormy sibling called another friend it usually meant the Nightshade would be better off not knowing the horse. If they bore any personlity resemblance that is. So it was with curiosity and slight dejection that d'Artagnan approached Psyche and the slow building group that only consisted of Snö and her slave so far. The daughter of his superiors surely was a gem of their kind and the red held high hopes for the pale femme as well as his own daughter, Aviya. The next generation was promising and made it all the more important that they set the right foundations.

He walked into the small circle and watched Psyche through narrowed eyes, grumbling inwardly about the untrustworthiness of mares which turned into a comment under his breath about Mauja being a turncoat. Where was that big, spotted idiot anyway?! Had he completely taken leave of his senses, a few choice words entered his already irritated mind that he would be sure to relay to his friend once he saw him again.

The shade looked about the caves and sighed in boredom. My Nurse is late, what was she telling me about being late again he thought back to the conversation and although he kept his annoyed bored affront, a small feeling of affection invaded his heart.

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Elizabeth
the fallen


It had been a while since the dark steel mare had seen Psyche. Or listened to the cruel twisting tones that she regarded. Elizabeth felt the need to prove this mare wrong, that she wasn't a queen, but not today. Not while they had a chance to come together strong. Not until, she truly understood this Helovia. This world with nasty creatures just like her own home. Oh how she cherished the memories of piling equine bodies and pegasi alike upon the ground. Dead. Blood oozing from the wounds Elizabeth and her army had cut. Deep stabs from the horn of a unicorn poisoning their blood.

Those were the days. Until her friends... army.... loved children betrayed her. Ran through her. Ran her from the throne. It didn't just take blood lines and pure dictatorship to rule, it took the love of others and acceptance of others to rule. She had that acceptance, only for a few years. Maybe it was the fact that sense hit the rest of the land but in her head it was pure idiocy. One male decided it was time to be fair to the lessers and so the rest followed in his footsteps, in fear of herself becoming to powerful. Fools.

Now she just walked upon a land, close to the same as her own, that held the lessers who found themselves just as great as the horned. No. They could not be. Their time to be put to their place was now. Elizabeth would take drastic measures to make sure they knew where they belonged. Not alone though, she was accompanied by the Plague. An organization recently joined in. Though the colder climates they chose to reside in was extremely useless in keeping them safe, with all the dangers that lied within the places anyways, it was of no problem to the queenly Friesian.

Large scars littered across her hide, not only visible at eye range but from a far at that too. Feathered feet scuffed across the snow and ice covered ground as the smell of Psyche fell through her nares. Ears perked and muscles tensed with a tight head toss. Small snorts from her nose exited as she walked towards the scent. Though the black shadow was not alone. An equine was in the presence. Instant heat ran from her chest to her cranium in a matter of seconds. Ears tilted to her thick neck, slamming roughly. "I do not understand how you can allow the company of that thing." her teeth snapped together tightly as her eyes traveled from Snö to Psyche and back to the equine.

"Anyways," tones flickering to the black "lovely to see your still alive darling." A snakey smile traveling from one lip fold to the other. As a bay approached, Elizabeth released the deceiving grasp of a smile and turned her head sharply to watch the approach. Though she paid no true intrest in his being, besides he was pure.

[ooc- I started this and when I posted, imi had posted to so I had to add a tiny bit on to the end. Hope you don't mind.]



Kou Posts: 93
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"Oh, dear me." Kou said as she entered the growing group of Plague members and saw that the doctor was already there. "The doctor has beaten me here. This cannot be happening to me." She gently nipped at d'Artagnan's mane as she moved to stand beside him, with Aviya standing between them so she could benefit from the warmth of both of their bodies. She knew the cold had been hard on her poor darling, but she would grow up strong.

"Were you worried?" She asked as she studied the doctor's face. "You have nothing to worry about, love." She touched her pale muzzle to his dark one then swung her head around when she heard the gruff voice of another mare demanding to know what that thing was doing among them. One of her ears tilted back and she turned to look at the equine. She'd heard rumors about Mauja's daughter getting herself a slave. Kou chuckled. "That thing is a slave." she said. "Why else would he be here?"

The pale nurse then looked at Psyche and offered a smile. "Good to see you alive and well, Psyche." She said, though she wondered if the mare would abandon them all again. It wouldn't be the first time and history repeated itself, so it probably wouldn't be the last.


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Descaro Posts: 77
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The land was quiet accept for the sounds of the gathering plague, few had shown their faces so far but Descaro was quite happy to see familiar forms of d'Artagnan and Kou, the growing Sno complete with her metal wolf and of course, Psyche. The equine he did not recognize but had heard about there being a hornless slave roaming the land. Descaro did not mind, as long as he was kept under tight watch and given tasks so he was not idle, in fact the dark bay thought it quite useful. The other was a rather tall mare of broad build and a silver black pelt with intriguing white markings, her tone was entertaining and after that he paid little or no heed.

Instead he watched the meeting with growing interest to who would actually come and who was prepared to go and reclaim what was rightfully theirs. The steed stood on d'Artagnan's spare side with a nod of greeting to the new family. Pools then turned back to the meeting to watch it unfold.
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Xanthos Posts: 99
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Xanthos
I will live for you
before I die



In the days following his acceptance into both Frostbreath and the Plague, Xanthos found himself in a mental battle against himself. What the Plague stood for was completely against his nature, for he was certain he could never bring himself to harm another speicies based on the fact that they had no horn upon their head. He would, however, stand with his kind to regain their homeland in the Edge.

The first thing that the grullo noticed upon entering their place of meeting was all of the strange faces. He had not met any of them except for Psyche and Elizabeth. He took a moment to commit the group's faces to memory, keeping quiet as he took up a spot on the side of the group, by no one in particular. To say that he felt like an outsider would have been an understatement, but he did well to mask the evidence of such.

Keeping quiet, Xanthos moved his yellow gaze to Psyche, awaiting to hear what there was to be discussed.





Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380
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RayoDeSoleil
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They arrived one by one, each gaining a personal audience with her for a moment as they took their places around her. It was with a nonchalant surprise that she watched Rapha arrive; the surprise waned as Sno came close behind him. She should have known that her daughter would not allow her slave to wander far from her side. She may not think of herself as her mother's daughter, but by all accounts the apple did not fall far from the tree. Sno's slight nod of greeting was recieved without comment.

d'Artagnan was the next to appear. She had not been close with the stallion - that was Mauja - but she did know a great deal of him and his skills. And he was high ranking within their little organization. So he merited a nod. Elizabeth followed after a short time; she was the first of the gathering to speak, the slur on the slave being the first words out of her mouth. Everything about the way she spoke, as though she had earned the right to, rubbed the wrong way. But still, Psyche smiled sweetly, eyes glinting.

Before she could reply, Kou joined them, speaking soft words to the Doctor before responding to Elizabeth's arrogance. The jackal's smile rang slightly more true as she turned it to the Nurse. "As it is you," she told Kou. She nodded towards the youngling. "She's lovely." Perhaps such words would be held back in the open, around others. Too easy to be seen as weakness. But these were her followers, and here, she could afford the kind words. The last two arrived in silence: Descaro, and then Xanthos. She eyed Xanthos suspiciously. Elizabeth had recruited him, but they both sensed weakness in him.

A wave of disappointment washed over her as she counted. Less than half of those she counted among their ranks had appeared for this little meeting. She had expected more, and she had expected Mauja - or she would have, before their meeting the other day... she shook the thought from her head. Now was no time to think back on the odd end to their conversation, to worry about his whereabouts. No, for now, she had to lead. A dark hoof stepped forward, placing her in the center of everyone's attention; it was odd, but they had managed to form a kind of circle around her. "Greetings, my dears."

"I shall jump straight to the point. The hornless and the skyrats have grown in number, as I'm sure you are all aware. This is unacceptable. And so the question becomes, what will we do about it?" She paused, letting her amber gaze rove over those gathered. For just a moment, a seed of doubt sprouted in her mind; but then she shoved it aside. She had made her decisions, and she would stick by them. "I suggest," she continued, "that we expand from our original operations. Of course, our dear Doctor and Nurse will still be of utmost importance to us. But it is no longer enough."

"We need to strike back - become more... militaristic. We need to strike fear into their hearts." A cruel smile had crept onto her maw. "d'Artagnan the Nightshade, as our Doctor, will thus take charge of those wishing to learn our rather interesting form of 'healing.' Those lacking in that sort of skill will train, for now, under myself, until a time that I choose a worthy sergeant. Any questions?"


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Walk walk walk.
"Talk talk talk."
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Korra
thrilling to think, poor child of sin - it was the dead who groaned within
Solitude. It had consumed her, it had comforted her, and it had healed the wounds upon her scarred hide. The long, dark winter shadows had become a part of her, no longer clearly distinguished from her russet frame, but rather a fluent extension to her languid silhouette. The savage had drifted far from her former herdmembers, coming and going as she liked, but there was really nothing new to that – her ways had always been unpredictable. Long hours had been spent, pondering; she had been failed, first by the Crux and then by her Liege. Was it really worth her time and effort to follow someone that would up and vanish from one second to the other? It was weakness, in her eyes, for a leader to abandon his flock in the face of rough times. Therefore, it was with certain reluctance in her spirit that she set course for the Frozen Arch. A meeting had been announced, though not to her personally, she had picked up on the word from her place in the shadows.

Sturdy frame plowed through the snow with determination, golden gaze set on the designated location, wind biting at her rough tresses as she moved along. Her winter coat left her shaggier than ever, with a small beard growing under her chin and feathering down her pillars, moss hanging in garlands between her antlers. The snow below her seemingly glowed, causing her gold-tinged markings to glisten, even under these overcast skies. The wildling slowed deliberately as she approached the cave, striding languidly into the darkness. It was no surprise that she was late, quite the opposite, it was a statement. You can’t boss me around, mare. The Crux would have to regain her respect, prove herself to the little savage, if she was to remain loyal to her reign. Korra was a soldier, not a leader, she never desired to lead; but she desired a strong leader that she could trust blindly, as was often needed in battle.

Sure-footed, she walked into view of the gathered, the sound of her hoofbeats resounding as it was reflected off of the smooth walls, announcing her arrival. She halted, brown globes taking a quick glance at each of the present in turn, face kept thoroughly neutral. Mauja’s brat of a daughter had brought along another lapdog, which she noticed with disapproval to be a hornless. Why she would bring such along to a Plague meeting was beyond her, but being the boss’ kid obviously meant certain privileges. The Moondoctor was there as well, a figure that she had come to hold in high regard, but she was not absolutely thrilled that he and Kou had brought along their daughter. Children had no business at a meeting like this, in her optic. Then again, if Korra had any say, procreation would be strongly limited. Eyes flicked over the Nurse, the bay stallion Descaro receiving a nod from her as the only one present. There were two others, strangers to her that she barely cared to look at, before turning her attention to the Crux.

The black mare was preaching, all the while the antlered barbarian stared at her with reservation in her eyes. She did not speak, there was no need, fuzzy lobes slanted backwards slightly in the general discomfort of being part of a group. She had never shared the same understanding, the same loyalty with Psyche as she had previously with Mauja. She doubted she ever could, but she spoke none of it.

Ulrik the Engineer Posts: 235
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#11

         ULRIK         

You better learn to keep your face under the dark

Wake up and feel the blood escape your heart


Bronze hooves carried the stallion into the small group, madness and rage boiling just beneath the surface of his orbs. Ulrik owed the mare nothing. Where had she been when Mauja allowed the other species beyond his borders and then changed the rules at the cries of dissent. Loyalty was never one of Ulrik's strong suits, but he and the white king had gained an understanding of sorts, and where was that king now? Ulrik knew that he would not have run from this world simply because every mutt and bastard had thrown them out. Something happened, and the laws of nature pointed to the ambitious Psyche.

The tall, black beast remained on the outer fringes of the little conversation circle, his mechanical wolf whirring at his side as he noticed the creature he had given to the daughter of Mauja was also still functioning. If the machines could survive the winter frost in their metal joints, then they would survive the other seasons. The wind blew past his long beard that stretched down his neck and between his muscular forelegs and carried Psyche's voice like a sharp, grating whetstone to his ears. She wanted to attack. She wanted violence, and while he could not help but desire the same, they were all scattered and disorganized.

Finally, the deep, brutish beast spoke. "My alliance was with Mauja, not you," he rumbled before casting a wild, bronze stare and their new leader. With those words spoke, he turned and walked back into the mists of frost, intent on hatching his own plans once he had build an army of metal and machinery.



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Giselle Posts: N/A
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"And how, more exactly, are you proposing we do that, Psyche?" I asked as I slipped in through the opening and entered the Arch, neither caring nor bothering to apologize for being late. My shoulder brushed past Ulrik's as he passed me on the way out, and I spared only the shortest of glances in his direction before I refocused my attention on the red-horned mare before me. "I hope you actually have a plan, after gathering us in this grand way and risking to expose us to the entire world."

My speech lacked most of its usual elegance today, and impatience was apparent as I pushed my way through the small gathering, offering no apologies and only short looks to register who was there. I was skipping courtesies like rabid frogs on a hot rock, too tired of wasting time when world peace was becoming a norm and Kumbayah the established national hymn. The only thing I cared about right now was to get things going, receive a task and be able to focus on it. No more of this wretched landscape, bedraggled group of rag-tag unicorns and seemingly endless inactivity.

Still, Psyche had always had a tendency to explain only half of her plans to those around her, and I was going to have none of that this time.
"Where do we strike, in what form, do we operate solitary or in groups. Specifics, dear sister, I want details more than pretty speeches."


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B A C C H U S



He sensed Snö was near, and as he crept into the shadows, her white form appeared, her ethereal beauty a sight for sore eyes in this cavern. The mare's hooves stopped beside Rapha, and a sharp look from her eyes insured that Rapha would certainly not speak, nor even move. As the hole began to fill, Rapha took careful note of each unicorn, and who Snö liked. Those Snö liked would affect him, as he would, in turn, be expected to serve them more than any others, even if Bacchus was Snö's possession. A bay, a gray- no, he didn't like the gray, a white, another bay. He found himself shrinking ever farther back into the thick painted shadows as Elizabeth's cruel tones fell on his delicate ears, even though the white mare quickly and curtly cut her off. Yes, Rapha did appreciate Kou's words. Slave. A person in the possession of another without being paid seemed to sum it up, but Snö was paying him in a way she probably didn't know and never would now. Snö herself. Yes, Bacchus loved to watch her, loved the mare with the reverence he would treat a goddess with. Yet not infatuation, and not obsession. Simple pure love for the beauty the filly possessed.

Rapha was tempted to cry out in agreement to Psyche's words, as the brainwashing compelled him to, but he remained silent of out his unerring loyalty and command of Snö. He was a bug on this world, and any with freedom deserved to be locked in chains and be under the mighty rule of unicorns. Unicorns with their beauty and strength, unicorns were like gods. Incredible gods of mighty powers. To do anything but worship them was blasphemy, terrible blasphemy, wrong. Completely and utterly wrong.

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i'm a COWARD, a LIAR, and totally, utterly pathetic- I ADMIT IT





Deimos the Reaper Posts: 527
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Supremacy, sovereignty, control; it contorted rigidly in their veins, a rancorous, brewing enchantment, scarring and scorching, livid, incensed, distorted to shambles in the wake of nothingness. Where were their infernal hearts now, silent, hushed, brambles of coiling, intrepid beasts? Where did they plunge, where did they strike, where did the glowing pride of their aspirations slink? Where was the promised havoc, the savage recoil? Where were the illustrious, heralded machinations? The lavished opulence, the bestial chords, had been rendered incomplete, broken, barbed things left to wither and decay with the passing breeze, the listless, latent air. The clamor, the din, sung lifelessly on the hymns of the wicked, of the requiems of the iniquitous, sullied, stolen and absconded. So he too was silent, this wandering, wayfaring Deimos, left to haunt the chilling corridors of his rapier brutality, of his soundless, treacherous wake, offering naught but the intangible twist of his sullen, lethal presence. No tidings fell from his lips, no ruffian delusion rang from his tongue, no dissolution, no façade. Late and listening, he strode into the frayed strings of their twisted, heathen, pariah interlude, piercing eyes catching glances and figures, that meant very little to him. Their names, faces, and snippets of conversation were mottled, trifle things; squabbles and quarrels meaningless flocks of triviality. Mauja was gone, the femme in his place. The once ice lord’s daughter had an equine slave. They wanted to strike fear into the hearts of lesser beings. The new, reigning banshee wanted to train them under her guidance (an almost laughable statement burrowed in his mind – he who could already tear foe limb from limb, breath from lungs, cease a heart from beating). But there they were, full of yearnings again, wanton, fleeting strands of newcomers, restless, simmering augurs from specious, elder members. What would become of them again, the bane and scourge of the earth?


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Ambrosius
Ambros’ maroon feathered limbs ate up the ground as he made his way towards the meeting that Psyche had called. Of course, he was late but that would explain why his limbs stretched out at a near gallop, racing across the icy lands towards the Arch in which the call had come from. Instead of his normal easy going trot in which he was sure to carry his ivory tipped horn up proudly, showing off his bloodlines with pride.
No, today his ebony frame was stretched out as he careened across the lands, occasionally a hoof would hit the ground incorrectly and a flash of panic would light up his pupilless pools but then his other three hooves would hit the ground soundly by some source of luck and the panic would vanish and no trace of it would be left in the stallion’s features. His lion like tail flowed out straight in the wind that was created by his sporthorse like frame. Finally the icy arch came into the view of his solid pale blue pools as he slid to a near stop, wanting to slow his pace slightly as he grew closer to the gathering of horned equine such as himself.
Ambrosius had heard tale of a hornless and wingless equine residing in the Steppe, but he had yet to lock his odd eyes on to the frame of this disgusting creature. The ebony stallion would much rather have a skyrat floating about their land rather than one without any special qualities. A disgusted snort escaped from his nares at the thought of the mutant wandering aimlessly about his own home, hopefully the rest of the story was true and the creature belonged to one of the more supreme race. His pale blue pools slowly darkened as he grew closer to the group and the stench of that rat filled his delicate nares.
Stepping into the circle of equine that stood around the dark mare his ebony ears flicked forwards catching onto some of the last few words spoken throughout the group before he had stepped in. "Where do we strike, in what form, do we operate solitary or in groups. Specifics, dear sister, I want details more than pretty speeches." The grulla mare with the feathers braided through her tresses spoke. A red sheen lit up the unicorn’s odd pools at the thought of what she meant by striking out at something, which Ambro assumed meant there was to be a war sometime in the near future. Blood, it meant blood everywhere. More of the blood of the inferior races spilled across the ground poisoned by the deadly beauty of the bones that spiraled out of the unicorns’ foreheads. A dangerous grin spread across his white splashed features as he lowered his crown low enough that his maroon tassels touched the snow and icy of the region. ”Lady Psyche, I, Ambrosius, am at your beck and call. Let’s rid the lands of these…pests.” As the last lyric fell from his velvets the stallion lifted his cranium back up and locked his pupilless pools on the pools of the hornless creature who stood next to the light grey mare.


"Ambrosius talks here!"
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[Notes: It’ll get better once I get more into his character<3]


Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380
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RayoDeSoleil
#16

She had wondered if others would arrive, and she had wondered at their reason for doing so. For some, such as Ambrosius and Deimos, it was possible that they were simply in error. But for others, she suspected a slightly more political motivation. The mare Korra, for example, regarded her with cool eyes. Psyche hadn't have much to do with her in the past, and was almost sure that Korra trusted her about as much as the shadow-mare trusted Korra. But at least she stayed, as opposed to Ulrik, who did not. This may have wounded the pride of a weaker being, but Psyche was not weak, and she wasn't worried. She met his bronze glare with her own amber one, and as he left, she remained silent. When he was gone, she vocalized only one question: "Would anyone else like to take their leave?" She gazed around her little circle, meeting every gaze save the babe's and the slave's. The former was too young to truly understand the goings-on here, and the latter was simply of no importance to her.

And then there was Giselle. She had surely been late simply to prove that she could. The jackal would have loved to put her in her place, but then, there had been certain promises made, and Psyche wouldn't back out on them now, not when she needed someone of Giselle's knowledge and skill set. "My dear sister, how lovely of you to join us," she simpered sweetly, all the while wondering what would be the easiest way to murder her oh-so-lovable sibling. "I was just getting to that part. As I was saying, there are so many opportunities for us to strike. For example, I'm sure our dear friends, the Qian-" a mirthless laugh bubbled up "Are quite cozy and complacent in our home. But if we were to, say, borrow a few of them, wouldn't it spook them a bit? And of course there are other targets. But we operate under the guise of the true Edge herd, simply wanting its home back - the Plague won't even be mentioned. No threat of exposure."

"As for your details, sister, there is going to be a system of ranks. As I said, before your arrival, I think," she added pointedly, "I will be appointing a sergeant over the 'soldiers' of our little organization, and he or she would have a few officials, as it were, in command of small groups, say, four or five a piece. Only one may be needed, or perhaps in some situations they will all have to join together, but it all adds up rather well, don't you think?" She was quite proud of herself, but was careful to remain nonchalant. "Oh, and I might add: there are several of you who, obviously, would not require combat training. It's more for certain newcomers who might not have the experience that the rest of us have." She thought of Valentine, and his fire, though he lacked any real skill as of yet. Well, that wasn't quite true - everyone had skills, if only they figured out what those skills were.


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teeroo
#17


The snow fell gently against the frozen ground. The earth was cooler than normal, as the set seemed to grow further away and the temperature dropped. Ice packed itself in the topsoil, sometimes forming permafrost. A blade of grass that was half-dead blew in the cold harsh wind from the plain around it. It swayed back and forth violently, and then stopped as the wind came to a hush. However, in the next second it was pummeled into the ground with a large white hoof. If it were not for his coloring, the light grey stallion would almost blend in with the colors of winter around him. A flash of red and black could be seen across the field, burrowing through snow. From a distance, it looked like he was just causally walking, but when he got closer he was running, at full speed, might I add. Crap crap crap! I’m late! How did this happen?! He ran to the Arch with all the speed he could muster. I hope Psyche won’t try to take my head; or worse. He slowed down when he reached the beginning of the caves, and he wounded his way through the caves. His ears were perked for voices. He finally heard voices, and moved toward them. He found a medium-sized group of unicorns. He found the Nightshade, Elizabeth, and a few other familiar faces along with Psyche’s, and some most unfamiliar ones as well. He didn’t find the ex-king, Mauja, who he thought would be here. Looking around, he quietly said “So, what have I missed?”

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