[c r e a t u r e s] lie -H E R E-

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D R E A M W E A V E R

This land that unfolded more and more with every step I took into it just seemed all the more majestic, not at all what I had expected in the Northern part of the realm. I had expected a frozen wasteland, yet the mountains that rose up high spoke of beauty and, at the same time, power and defiance. Defiance to the gravity that causes other things to grow short, to the world and declaring that they can stand alone or together as tall as they wish. The snow that parted at my feet, glistening as it was cold, seemed to match the perfection of the mountains. If I wasn't so awe struck, I would most likely be shivering for the fact my hide was that of a desert horse, having been in the warmer climates for all my life. Perhaps it was the adrenaline or the pure beauty of it all, or other forces that I don't know of, acting upon the lands and keeping me from feeling the cold. The thing that caught my attention the most, however, wasn't the trees nor the mountains, but the crystals, something that I had never seen before.

My gaze remained stuck to them, watching the reflection of the things about me and even myself. There wasn't much distortion, only in coloration, as my white hide took on a purple hue and my chestnut markings a darker purple saturation, yet the black strands in my lengthy locks remained the same. The snow that clung to my hide seemed to be minuscule versions of these crystals, until I looked away and found them puffy, large, and pure white. These lands seemed so majestic, it was hard to believe they belonged to the Darks, yet it was equally hard to believe from my appearance that I was one as well. Perhaps they, like me, had secrets lying just beneath their surface. The beauty enough was enticing to stay and live the remainder of your days in the realms, watching the different amount of snow that clung to the branches and created crystals, yet that wasn't what made me want to stay, for I could come up with many reasons not to, if I could exclude one simple little factor. He was here.

That was one factor I could never overlook, I had already fallen in too deep to back out now. Whether these lands were amazing or a disgrace, so long as he was here, I would be, too. These were just mere thoughts, and I did my best to protect them from my features. First impressions are important, and I cannot spare to make a bad one when I've just joined a new herd. My nostrils flared, steamy breath rising gray and thick in the colder atmosphere. My ears, once pricked forth, now fell to their graves. My icy blue eyes hardened beyond emotion, forcing it to the back of my mind for the moment being. A liquid grace movement was found in my slender limbs, the white powder covering my back and sheeting my mane. Despite my height, I usually made an intimidating opponent, for size doesn't account for everything. Deep down though, I knew when he arrived, that hardness in my eyes would melt a bit and reveal a soft light, though that didn't disturb me because only he would be able to notice it's meaning and truly understand and comprehend the purpose.

[Halo]

He had been very eager for this moment, the introduction of his favored lady to the land that might as well already be her kingdom; he just hasn’t told her yet. He has been searching in himself for the dignity that he would like to have for presenting and announcing it (to both her and the rest of the herd). He doesn’t want to have the appearance of a foolhardy stag who makes decisions on a whim or a lovesick puppy eager to please...or even a testosterone-driven brute willing to give someone position just to have what he wants (though he hopes he has proven himself to not be such a beast). Now he trots up alongside Dreamweaver after having lagged behind with his thoughts, nudging her lightly in the shoulder as he comes abreast of her and slows to match her leisure pace.

He matches her step for step, like the sensation of being in harmony with her and swearing that he hears their hearts beating in unision as well. Even Revair and he...no...no more Revair. She is no longer important, no longer part of his life. He doesn’t need to think of her, no, no thought of her ever has to come up into his mind or heart again. She is gone, is the past, whereas Dream is here and represents the present. And he is left feeling refreshed, a feeling of freedom alighting in him like something he had never felt before. And Joker owes it all to Dream.

The brute turns his head to assess the Vipress’s expression and appearance, wanting to judge her wordless reaction before words can break the quiet utterances between them. A grin begins on his face to notice the layer of snow upon her back and in her mane, noticing for the first time the light drizzle of frozen flakes coming down upon them from a pale pastel gray sky. Now he can get the sense of the whisper of the ‘voices’ of the crystal forest just ahead of them, their branches chiming away sweet and subtle music in harmony with the wind that whistles through their branches. And the violet crystal seem to wink at him, silent approval, as the pair passes betwixt and among them. But none of the beauty of his kingdom can match that of Dream.

’It’s nice to have you hear,’ his eyes speak to hers, warming just slightly and really standing out against the briskness of their surroundings, the green popping in a world of white. And a genuine smile is born on his lips, and he thinks he might have heard the trees gasp at the sight of it, mumbling something that they think he can’t hear. No, he hasn’t smiled in their presence in a very long time, it seems. It’s nice to see him happy once in awhile and they wonder what he could be in such a good mood for, that painted mare that he has brought home?

Someone else is pondering the new equine Joker has come back with, spying in secrecy (if there were any other wa to spy) from amongst the sparkling crystalline trunks of the forest belongig to his father, blue green eyes blinking with unsubdued curiousity. He suppresses a giggle of excitement, though his bushy golden tail swishes with a tiny trickle of caged up energy. He can’t wait to pop in on the two, to greet Joker and to meet this new mare he has brought home. Pirate wonders if she is anything like Lost Hope, the last lady “friend” of his sire’s that he met, not long ago. But there is something definitely different, not that he feels in the least bit afraid; Daddy is there, and he won’t let nobody hurt him, he’s double triple sure of it.
~Joker/Cursed Pirate

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D R E A M W E A V E R

My ears pricked forward, skull turning to face Joker as he approached, my eyes searching his with a warm glow. Within their surface, beneath all the protective masking lay a message, one that should be obvious to him. It's perfect. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. His message was translated, and I smiled. The cold air that bit at my lungs seemed so natural and easy compared to the warmth present in my chest that I hadn't felt in my life. With each breath came many scents - winter, snow, fridgity, and him. I was completely convinced that no others were watching, thus my mask had fallen free from my guarding, letting it slip away completly. The chimes that reached my hearing range from the icey forest were completely breathtaking, yet he was far, far more important to my mind and being than anything these lands had to offer. The whispering that seemed so hushed didn't add up, simply because I wasn't paying attention enough to let it, or perhaps I grew ignorant of my surroundings when I was with him.

That was something that would have to be changed, even in the slightest, because I wouldn't be able to know when something was going amiss if I droned out all the time. But for now, it was a welcomed sensation, everything and anything I could ever wish for. The sky above, clouded with snow, seemed to have a certain vibe to it. That of my mother, her approval and final departure. That would have been a very sad ordeal, except I understood it's meaning to the very core. She had been around to see what she wanted, and that was for me to find love and someone I could care for unconditionally, to know I would be okay despite my upbringing. My eyes would have shone with grief had I not understood, but instead they shone with such happiness I never thought I could posses. I knew I wasn't going light, nor was I going weak at the heart. I was just captivated by a feeling everyone wants to feel at least once in their life, that some search for until their death and never find, like my unfortunate mother.

If everyone lived to have what we had just found, if ever dark decided to instead look for it rather than hide for it, there would be new strengths found. The strength of love is one I thought to be weak, yet it gives you a sense of purpose. A sense of being that you could never create on your own, let alone hope attempt to recreate. A soft sigh of contempt escaped my muzzle, gaze not once straying from his, simply wondering what was going through his mind, all that went through mine was him. Everything about him.

{oOc} sorry its short, on the phone =x

[Halo]

Joker sidles a mite closer to Dream and then, encouraged by no sign of negative reaction, moves closer until his side is pressed against hers, bringing his muzzle about to touch it to hers gently. He can now feel the subtle ‘thump, thump’ of her heart echoing through their touch, enjoying the velvety feel of her nose and the warmth of her breath. He watches the lazy gray plumes of steam mix and disappear between them and he chuckles in rare humor, blinking his eyes closed momentarily to give her a good natured grin before opening them once again. This stag couldn’t ever grow tired of staring into these blue ocular gem, can’t get enough of them and probably could make a day out of simply enjoying the silent gaze between them. Words are so overrated.

But something disturbs his instincts momentarily, pinching his consciousness and forcing him to draw away from the warmth he had been soaking up. He lifts his head and points his ears about in all directions, skull turning in sharp and abrupt motions in search of what had caught his attention (he has yet to figure out exactly what it was). Joker snorts, a soft growl in his throat and his eyes turning into cold weapons ready to pierce the soul of the one who had dared come upon them at this time of all times.

There is a small scrunch as snow falls from the branches of a tree, perturbed and agitated by something enough to cause it to lose its balance and drop its precarious burden. Then the tiniest mention of movement from behind the same tree. Joker’s ears swivel back and his bares his teeth with frustration, calling out to the offender in a low whinny, a scolding sound that has a little guy feeling very much guilty and just a little worried. Daddy’s punishments are not fun, no, not in the least, nope nope!

A tiny cream head pokes from around a hiding place, which had gone quite successful until he went to lean with boredom up against the tree. It had taken less kindly to the added burden than Pirate had thought and dumped a defensive white bundle down, that he swears was aimed at his head that had caused him to have to step back to get out of its way. He answers with a faint and frightened nicker, ears back and a shamed poutiness upon his childish façade. “It’s just me, Daddy,” he announces, then not waiting for an invitation before moving out into the open and trotting forward. The jig is up, he might as well meet the painted one before he gets shoed away.

Joker sighs and grumbles, aggravation and impatience plainly written upon his features as he dips his head just slightly in order to look at his son and not appear so far away to him. “What do you think you are doing? How long were you there?” He gestures towards the tree, eyes following the path of hoofprints and scuffed snow to the former rat’s hole. He doesn’t yank back when the colt presses his head against his chest in a form of an apologetic snuggle, having sort of gotten used to it by now though he would very much like it if the boy wasn’t so clingy. (That damned mother went and ran off while he wasn’t watching, and he can’t find heads nor tail of the mare.)

“I waaaas waiting!” He looks up at Joker, noting of the expectant gaze from his superior and sire, and taking it as the larger brute is looking for an explanation. “I wanted to meet the lady,” he puts simply, looking the rest of the way around his father to look at Dream and put a smile on his face that creases his mouth all the way across. He obviously had no idea that he had interrupted a private grown-up moment, a secret mushy club meeting. How is he supposed to know? It’s not like his parents ever got lovey dovey in front of each other, but he couldn’t miss the hate-laddened glares she threw at Joker when he was around either.
~Joker/Cursed Pirate

(OOC: 697 words…not too bad, I guess. Three of 700. )

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D R E A M W E A V E R

For the first moment in my life, I was aware that I could feel in ways I never had before. My heart seemed to race in anticipation to his every movement, as though it would burst should that anticipated action never take place. The soft velvety skin of his muzzle to the tickle of his whiskers calmed my racing organ, my eyes shinning with unsaid words. I couldn't tear my gaze away from his, there was so much in them I wanted to see and could see, it was better than most aspects of life, this feeling. Those deep emerald pools held so much promise, but if there was something I desired more than to gaze into their surface, it was the one to whom possessed them. So much seemed to rely on him for me now, my life's plans and desires all morphed and manipulated, building off my soul's desire. It no longer seemed to matter as much what anyone else saw me as, rather him. Of course I would keep up my image around others, but with him he could see the other side. The real side.

The moment his attention was torn away and his mood turned to a sudden suspicious intent, my mood turned instantly. A hardness seemed to settle across my face, all the emotions sinking back deep behind the mask and out of sight. My ears swiveled back, pressed beneath the snow covered locks as a sneer crossed my muzzle and eyes. My skull rose in arrogance, tail flicking irritably in a rather succesful attempt to make it look like I wasn't interested in anything that was happening around here, but I wasn't ashamed of having shown any sort of affections. I gazed around the surrounding lands, searching to pinpoint the source of disturbance in the air. My gaze passed over the branch, but when my ears picked up the sound of the soft thump of snow hitting snow and the branch swayed back up into place, my attention swept right back over to it. Classic disapproval crossed my features, for I had come to expect a full-grown equine hiding in the brush and spying. What a great first impression this one would be making on me, once they've shown themselves.

Once he did show himself, however, I completely melted. The instant I saw the young face peek around the corner so timidly set my mood back into softness, my eyes glowing with a sudden desire. None of my foals had ever grown up around me, I hadn't been there to see it. My father had made sure of that. My gaze was locked on the minuscule form that walked forward rather sheepishly through the snow, up to Joker to snuggle in an appologetic manner. My ears flicked forth, a radiant smile crossing my muzzle, one that was completely ungaurded. The youthly innocence he possessed was just too charming to ignore, let alone the fact that he was Joker's. Joker. My gaze flicked up from the young one, right up to Joker. This time, the message I portrayed in my eyes was accidental. I want one. Once I'd realized this, it was too late, and I wasn't at all ashamed for thinking it. What's your name? My voice was light with the motherly warmth I was feeling, surprising enough to me. Yet by now, I shouldn't be so surprised.

[Halo]

When Joker catches the ’I want one’ message in Dreamweaver’s eyes he is sporting a half-embarrassed expression on his on visage and the other half uncertain; what would she think of his son, or him having a son for that matter? True, it isn’t anything abnormal for a lead stallion to have children from various mares, but it had been left out of casual conversation. It had just never come up and for it to reveal itself in this surprising way is a little unsettling as the sire isn’t sure as to how Dream would react. Though she is his beloved one, he knows he can’t let anything happen to the little tyke, no matter who his mother is. As the soul surviving parent of the young colt, there is nobody else around to take care of him, so what choice does he have in the matter? (That’s his standpoint and he’s sticking to it!)

He is jerked out of his reverie by the sound of his son’s voice, the cream babe taking a couple prancing steps toward the diva and grinning up at her from ‘ear-to-ear’ with said harks pointing as far forward as he can with all attention. He seems to almost shake with excitement, his hooves barely standing still for a moment as they move about beneath his eager self. “Cursed Pirate! What’s your name?” The pale nose pokes forward to nudge at the adult fem’s shoulder with curious nose twitching to bring her smell into his nares for inspection. And it only fuels his energy; she smells very much like Joker, so that must mean she’s staying. That’s exciting.

The Dark Lord stamps his foot in the attempt to gain ‘control’ of the situation (which is a completely irrelevant term when it comes to a bundle of energy like Pirate), bopping the colt’s ears with his chin in what was meant to be a reprimand. Well, such youthful vigor and determination is something to be admired, but the father is not too sure he’s too awe-inspired right at the moment as the young one simply side steps out of the way. Whether Pirate meant disrespect or not is uncertain, too, the way his every sense is glued on the newcomer who is apparently far more interesting than parental guidance and correction. “Pirate...” he says quietly, not putting forth much of an effort as it would be wasted anyway.
~Joker

(OOC: He’s never been such a handful. Must be Dream’s aura inspiring him. Heehee. Only a small post…402 words.)

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D R E A M W E A V E R

My gaze flicked casually between father and son, noting the similarities and differences every here and there. My ears remained pricked, though, listening intently to what either had to say. Mothering had never been something I had been able to do, not with Tronde in the way so often, or when their father's ended up killing them off. I just was never interested, until now anyways. I don't think it would be a very nice conversation to have, talking about my own deceased foals. The three never did reach over a year, something always seemed to tear them away. Marvianne was subject to Tronde, and the twins, Tempest and Tombstone's Revenge, fell to the tragedy of an earthquake. The twins were the only two I had actually ever wanted; Marvianne was a product of force when I was two years old. Far too young to be a mother, and my dad saw to it that I wasn't going to raise a foal to be like myself. A disgrace to his bloodlines, that's what he called her.

Those memories were bitter, but they were part of my past. The present and future is what I was more keen on, to living it to it's fullest. My thoughts were pulled from my mind, interrupted by the colt's voice. Cursed Pirate. DreamWeaver. Thoughtfulness was in my voice, watching how the foal reacted and ignored Joker, it amused me. Obviously, his mother must have been against Joker, or else he wouldn't be this way. Or maybe it was the situation, one he wasn't very used to. I can't say for sure, but I didn't mind it at all. Actually, I sort of liked it. My head turned to follow the colts movements, watching how he nuzzled my shoulder with his petite muzzle. I couldn't resist, I reached down and lipped at the tufts of a mane he had, feeling their strands and how the silky substance played across my muzzle. I hadn't been around a foal I could tolerate in a while, and I was loving every second that passed. He certainly was an object of interest, so energetic and bound of energy. Something I used to be when I was little, Borgon, my adoptive sire, could never handle me.

My childhood... that was always something that struck me. I had been light as a foal, yet as soon as Borgon introduced me to his new lead, I hated her. She took his attention off me, and it made me dark. It made me attack her whenever I could, and make her life hell. Until she introduced me to my new brother, Distemper, that's when we'd went about and I murdered for my first time... I sure have changed a lot since then. My eyes had been closed while I remembered my past, but fluttered open once again. Carefully, my white limbs folded, lowering my painted hide to the frost and snow bit terrain. The snow crushed beneath me, pushed up in places and cushioning my build. I lay slightly on my side, my head now level with the colt and ears pricked forth. I flashed a nonchalant smile at Joker, a reassurance that everything was fine and I thought Cursed Pirate was charming. Why are you so hyper, Pirate? I'd picked up on the nickname Joker had used, and figured it would be fine if I used it as well.

[Halo]

Pirate is quite pleased when he gets out of being chastised by his father, gaining the attention of Dreamweaver, who gives him her name freely and with little hesitation (even Lost Hope didn’t like him at first, though he completely forgives her because she’s so nice now). She comes down to his level, the normal sound of one lying down muffled by the snowy bed she comes down upon. And when she looks towards his father, he looks to, wondering what it is that is silently passing between them in a nosey sort of way but knowing he’ll probably never know (and he supposes that’s okay). Just as long as he isn’t in trouble and he has someone to talk to.

Joker remains standing, content to just watch the two interact for now without really stepping in to interrupt. It will be good, he thinks, for the two to get to know each other, maybe even bond a little bit, since the colt has become an important part of his life, a life that Dreamweaver is now being accepted into. He smiles at the smile she flashes at him, it pleases the stag and puts most of his fears and worries about this event to rest. He can relax a little bit and observe, perhaps interject at a later time after he has had his fill with being on the sidelines. For now he allows a small smile to hint itself upon his maw, the slightest bits of warmth creeping in across his face, starting with the corners of his eyes and working its way through his expression.

The colt looks as if he was taken by surprise at her use of her nickname, a lot of those in the herd call him Cursed instead of Pirate for whatever reason they may have (maybe it’s because of who his mother is? He dunno!). But he likes it when ones shorten it the way Dream and Joker do. Still, her question is what bothers him the most, making him feel slightly uncomfortable and out of place. Dreamweaver is not the first one to comment about his levels of energy and most question it with a condensending attitude. So he has to wonder in what way she might be meaning her inquiry. Better safe then sorry he guesses. “I sorry,” his pink tongue snakes out to lick his lips nervously and he looks as if he’s putting forth an honest effort to keep all four hooves on the ground longer than five seconds. “I just am I guess. Maybe it’s so I don’t gets fat with nobody else to play with.”

Unable to keep himself from inspecting Dream, now that she’s at a more reachable level, the colt stretches out his neck, leaning forward slightly as he is still trying to keep his limbs from moving about like they do. He buries his nose in the mare’s forelock, next to her ear, nudging at the strands gently and unconsciously nibbling in his own affectionate way. His mother used to do the same thing to him, and Pirate sort of picked it up as a good thing. But, dang! He can’t hardly keep himself still anymore. He does a short bounce forward to relieve his muscles that had been holding him in the awkward position.
~Joker/Cursed Pirate

(OOC: 554 words. heehee

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D R E A M W E A V E R

It wasn't that his bouncy behavior bothered me; rather it sparked my interest. Curiosity killed the cat, but I always seek out what I'm curious about until I know the answer completely can answer it in every single way. If knowledge is power and it takes curiosity to gain knowledge, yet curiosity killed the cat, how can anyone have knowledge? It's just a risk that's necessary to take. My tail flicked slightly, the locks refrigerating themselves in a more comfortable position so the bone within wouldn't be aching from a pulling of the strands. My attention turned to Pirate once more, or as much as I could see. My ear flicked when he inspected the poll, from a natural reaction. His whiskers tickled, like a fly just landing on the delicate hairs lining my ears, and had caused the natural reaction. Out of my peripheral vision, I watched my forelock being repositioned and moved about, the lengthy dangling locks swaying in a tangled mess before my eyes. I had to fight the urge to correct it; I liked it to cover one eye, so the curly strands would block half my emotions should they slide to the surface.

I was thinking about what to say exactly in response to the colt, he seemed slightly agitated by my question. It was just an inquiry, nothing more, nothing less. Don't be sorry, I don't think you should change for anyone. I didn't. Maybe Joker wouldn't be happy with me saying that, suggesting his colt remain hyper, but in my defense I wasn't actually implying that. I was implying his personality not change because of one persons views, but rather what he felt. It doesn't matter what they think or say, it only matters how you feel about yourself, after all. When the colt bounced, I tossed my skull gingerly to reposition the locks, now curving around my ear and covering my left eye. I thought about asking about his mother, even opened my mouth to begin the sentence, but decided against it at the last moment. I didn't have a mother, and when I was younger I didn't like others bringing up the subject of her death. I didn't know the circumstances here, but it was too soon to risk anything.

{oOc} 418, sorry it's short =x

[Halo]

That is pretty much the nicest thing he thinks anyone has ever said to him, really (Joker doesn’t say much) and it makes him smile, an involuntary reaction that even causes his little ears, standing straight up, to wiggle. And, as these times call for, he nuzzles her kindly, wanting very much to show his appreciation of her. He likes her already, even though, to be honest, it doesn’t take much to get on Pirate’s good side; but we’ll say that she has done so with flying colors. He high steps about, flinging snow about as he does before he turns his back, violet spotted rump around so that when he bends his legs to lay down he can be right next to Dream. The colt looks up at Joker and grins. “I like her.”

Joker smiles and leans his head down to nudge his son lightly, restricting the delight to a small trickle to try to keep his cool around the colt (he doesn’t want the boy to think him too open to the idea of taking care of him, does he? Pirate would never leave him alone then). “That’s good, Pirate.” He wrinkles his nose as it gets lipped and kisses lovingly, pulling away carefully and looking towards Dream with a question in his eyes before he even opens his mouth to speak. “And what does Dream think of the idea of Pirate?” he asks, a two-fold question: What does she think of Pirate? and What does she think of the idea of him having a son?

The Lord’s son completely misses the meaning of the question, leaning against the mare’s neck, getting to look quite comfortable. He has even stopped fidgeting, his bush of a tail settling and his ears folding in a contented way. And those two, big blue eyes stare up at Dream with what can only be described as utterly complete adoration as he takes a moment to try (if possible) to snuggle all the more closer against her side.
~Joker/Cursed Pirate

(OOC: Sorry it’s not too good. I’m tired. )

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D R E A M W E A V E R

A slight smirk of delight crossed my muzzle, though I quickly did my best to cover it up. He sure is full of energy, but he's very cute, and unless I'm seeing things, I'd say Joker has a soft spot for the youth as well. So I'm not alone. He's adorable. I replied to the most obvious question, the other answer in my eyes. He's perfect like you, I love him being around. I don't mind him at all. I didn't, either. That's the weird part. The father and son brought out a different side of me, one that was foriegn to myself. In a way, I'm jealous of his mother, whoever she might be, for simply being his mother and having the opportunity to actually know motherhood. My ears flicked, watching Pirate parade about before he plopped down next to me, in a way that made all three of us look like a bunch of lights who were living their happily ever afters.

My gaze strayed between the two at regular intervals, watching as the father nudged the son in a heartwarming way, and as the colt scootched closer to me, his warm hide against my side. A soft sigh of admiration escaped me involuntarily, my dished skull drapping over the colt's side lightly, careful not to put weight on him. I'm getting way too soft around these two, but I can live with it so long as it's only them. I can't see myself opening up to total strangers, even my best friends didn't know me like this... it's something that had been reserved deep down inside, and now that it's been unlocked, I can't help but marvel at it's wonder. I'd do anything for the two of them, even if it cost me my life.

{oOc} sorry, dramatic times =x best i could manage

[Halo]

Is is good to see the two getting along so famously, for a few minutes he worried that things would not go so well and he is rather surprised that they have. But it doesn’t register on his face, only the small tinges of warmth breaking up the bleak cold of a normally heartless gaze. Nobody must ever see him like this, no never ever! Though he can reserve such softly things for them, he cannot risk appearing weak or vulnerable. For one thing he doesn’t need the hassle of some fool challenging him because he is under the spell of a false pretense that he has gone soft or the winter in his heart has turned to summer. And secondly...what sort of dangers could that present to those that he has allowed to find such seasons? “Good,” he speaks curtly, a short nod of his head as he bends his head to be more on Dream’s level.

“So Miss Dreamweaver is gonna stay with us?” Cursed Pirate seems to have put a few things together in his mind, perking up slightly but trying not to move too much so that it would not inadvertently persuade Dream from moving her embrace away. He likes her being so near, has been really aching for such cuddling since the disappearance of his dam. And not many in the herd have really taken such a liking to him and he senses from most that anything they feel towards him is mostly tolerance based. So whenever he can he enjoys satiating the ‘snuggle withdrawals’.

Joker glances at the mare and then back to Pirate, the blue eyes riveted upon him, intent for an answer. The sire grins as he watches the babe’s body trembling like an earthquake with the eager impatience tormenting his young and hyper mind. He guesses he shouldn’t torture him for too long, providing a small nod in reply. The King offers a small smile along with it. “Yes, Pirate, this is Dream’s home now too.” He watches his offspring’s grin grow wide again.
~Joker/Cursed Pirate

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D R E A M W E A V E R

For every second I spend living, something always surprises me. Never can one turn a corner without encountering something the digs up a certain emotion, creates a certain reaction, and when you look back on it, you always end up surprised. Perhaps embarassed, or enraged, for having slipped so far from whatever image you were trying to portray. Yet I wasn't trying to portray any image, at least not anymore. There's a difference in my personality between company, split personalities that emerge when one digs deep enough to uncover them. They can be completely different, total opposites, or around the same range. That doesn't matter, what matters is how I feel when I'm around that certain equine. I find amusement and pleasure in torturing poor, lost souls, yet I also find pleasure and excruciating happiness when I am around these two and completely, totally surrounded by such a warm feeling that it makes life so much easier. So much more worth it. The bad can't rise, the good can't cease to exist. It'll be an interesting concept to say the least when I meet another when I'm alongside these two.

No words could cross my lips, rather my ears would remain perked, listening to every sound that was uttered between the two. Swooning in their words, enjoying every moment of it. I can't remember the last time I've enjoyed living so much. I'm one of the lucky ones, I guess you could say. The ones who have everything they could possibly need, and don't have to pretend to be something they're not. Of course, I'm still Dark, and I always will be. Those murderous thoughts won't cease to exist, nor will my belligerent side to those who wish to put up a fight against me. They're just burried at the moment, no doubt they'll rise once I'm out of their company and alone again. Temporary emotions seem to like me, always swarming me and wrapping me in their embrace, disappearing yet reappearing once a memory is sparked and that equine that sparked it meets my acquantince once more. That's life for you, completely unpredictable, sometimes you hate it and others you love it. It all depends on the moment of time you're looking at.

I turned my head slightly, muzzle pushing against Pirate's neck comfortingly, ceasing my thoughts for the time being. Yes, I'm here to stay. My voice whispered quietly, filled with the many emotions that were swooning around my mind. I could feel it beginning to rise; a feeling deep within my core that made me need, though the need was unknown right now. An emotion that needed to be satisfied, yet the lust of it hadn't broken to tell me what it was yet. It's the early stages, telling me to wait and see what it is. Right now, I'm leaning to the motherly instinct, considering it's been rising every moment this colt lay beside me. Not that I don't like it, but I also had to fight it. For the sake of who I was, I always had to fight emotion, no matter the end result. I'd stated that was my being, that was how I would live. A sworn oath when I was younger, the thing that binds me to the Dark, and I didn't want the fingers of that alliance to losen their grip on me.

[Halo]

There have been very few times that Joker has met a mare and sought her “friendship” beyond the lustful endeavors of his gender, when he wasn’t driven by the want for mere pleasurable company. Not many times has he not felt he had to control an unexplainable need to immerse himself in the satisfying act of forming a mud pit of pain and suffering for the pitiful female beast to wallow in. This situation with Dream perplexes him. While she is female, a vixen of quite admirable and desirable traits that one side of him wishes to take, forcefully if he has to, in whatever way suits him, he senses no unruly, irrepressible want to do such a thing to her. It would destroy anything that they have going, she would perhaps no longer grace him with the presence that has attracted him to her. And that just would not do at all. Besides, she is good with Cursed Pirate; he needs a motherly figure with some attitude instead of ones like False Hope who would nurture that goodness in him that he has not been able to help not noticing.

Pirate just doesn’t understand yet the silent war some are secretly fighting over him, blissfully unaware of the two sides pulling him in either direction towards the light and towards the dark. Though Hope had tried to explain to him the differences in the alliance his mind is still too childlike to fully grasp the boundaries between them, would be quite content for everyone to intermingle with each other. After all, isn’t that what is going on here in the Highlands of Darkened Frost? False Hope is light, so she calls herself, and his Daddy is dark. They get along, right? How little he really knows. And how many choices he will have to make as he gets older. Innocence is so frail.

“I’m very relieved to see you two hitting it off so well,” Joker admits quietly, in his normal flat monotone while he fights with the cool exterior he likes to convey upon his image. It just makes his son giggle, as he has seen it hundreds of times in the past since he has been born, the type of expression he uses when he is trying to hard to hide something. The colt has learned to pick it up, but suppresses his mirth as his violet parental turns a stern look down upon him, turning to hide his face (and his smile) against the security of Dreamweaver. “I had not really given much thought to what you would meet when you came home.”

Truly he had forgotten about mentioning the fact that there was a foal waiting at home to greet her, not to mention that he is quite energetic. Maybe he should also mention the fact that he was born from a slave mare, a light slave mare to boot, though he worries the changed perspective would alter the bond between the two. The child has already lost one mother and now to be scorned by another vix for reasons he cannot comprehend yet in his young perception of the world... He inwardly snorts, wondering to himself why he even cares for what would occur to the pitiful little creature, a slave foal from a dam worth only as a breeding vessel to him, practically an orphan whom any other dark king might disown and leave to the wild without its despicable good-hearted mum to defend it.

The discord going on in his skull must have been evident in his gaze, staring down upon Cursed Pirate so that he looks up at his sire with worry. He turns his head this way and that, then up to Dreamweaver and then back down at himself (the best he can). Did he do something wrong to warrant such a gaze? He is sitting still, a great feat for him, and has been trying not to chatter incessantly like some squirrely beast (that fluffy tailed creature he is amused to watch running about the trees and gnawing on gathered nuts). It can’t be that he laughed at the Dark Lord, can it be? He’s sorry, really he is! The colt’s countenance has fallen rapidly and he lowers his head and oculars towards the ground, nose resting upon his bended fore knees, ears folded back into his spikey mane.

The babe wants to please his father, does with all his heart, but every time he turns around it seems he is getting some look or a displeased snort or some reprimand. Every which way he turns he cannot seem to sustain a pleased attitude in his father. Pirate has begun to wonder at times if he is not incomplete in some way, a defective son with only so much to offer and once the limit is met it falls rapidly. There must be something wrong with him, certainly Joker is not broken in any way. He’s perfect and the colt loves him very much. It has to be himself.
~Joker/Cursed Pirate

(OOC: 840 words...was aiming for 1000 but didn’t quite make it.)

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D R E A M W E A V E R

Tossing his words back and forth through my mind as I normally did stirred up some memories. Memories that followed words along those lines, yet those were bad and old memories. These were good and new memories to be made in the scrap book of my life, so to speak. I was prepared to meet anything. Honestly, I was. You don't go through a life like mine not prepared to meet the unexpected. I've crossed some pretty odd things in my life, so a foal was the least of my worries. I even expected it. A Dark Lord always has spawn, it's like, an unwritten unsaid rule. What I wasn't expecting was only one, so there's a shocker there. Maybe it's a good one though. Pirate wasn't a disappointment or a turn down, something that would turn the deal sour. He was another thing that attracted me to staying in this herd, and by now, there were many of those. Maybe it wasn't such a good thing to be falling so fast, losing my footing and falling so deep in these waters. Or maybe they could be a great asset, but only if nothing went wrong.

The tension in the air seemed to thicken, once so slack it didn't even exist, and now so tight it was like trying to breath underwater. That look that Joker was giving Cursed Pirate created it, and I was very interested in it. That gaze was almost chiding, scornful of the colt. I felt my ears instinctivly fall flat, my muzzle pressing against Pirate's shoulder protectivly. The affection for this colt was becoming so clear to even myself that I couldn't hide it. I wanted him around, and if I wasn't in this herd or felt so strongly for Joker, I would most likely have ended up stealing the colt, if I ever crossed his path. The youth was so innocent, so inexperienced. Sheltered, if I may use that word. He hadn't experienced life if he'd remained in this terrain, emersed in the sheltered dark lands. The way he was so bouncy and carefree just screamed that he hadn't learned of the alliances, whether it was ignorance or no one tried to. It wouldn't be good to force it on him, rather have him experience it over time.

I scrambled up to my feet, still watching Joker questioningly and standing over Pirate protectively. I don't think he'd hurt the colt, but the tension has me on immediate high alert. What's that look for, love? I hadn't meant to add the love, it kind of just slipped out. If I could, I would grab it back and lock it in a chest, climb the highest mountain and shove it in the deepest cave. Even that wouldn't be enough, I would have to chase away all inhabitents and gaurd that entrance for the rest of my life. After all, I don't like to show emotions through my voice or expressions easily, and never this soon. So excuse me for being a bit peeved at myself for saying that, but if you were in my horse shoes I bet you would do the same. Reputations take a lot of maintanence, after all. Embarassment didn't cross my emotional span, not this time. I wasn't ashamed of saying it, either. Rather, I just wish I hadn't, I wanted to leave him guessing a bit longer to add up the suspense.

{oOc} tried to make it longer, but mum's making me go muck out the barn before it gets too dark >_<