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

[Halo]

OOC: The length was fine, m’dear! Loved it.)
BIC:

Joker perks his ears up, watching her get to her feet, and gives Dream a questioning look as she inquires about ‘that look’, appearing to have not known anything about said look until she brought it up. Perhaps his thoughts had crossed over onto his expression, to breathe betrayal for the private places inside his mind and to make even the confidential matters known. If it were any other secret of his he might not have cared to reveal it to the mare, but how can he relate the mixed feelings he has for the colt whom both of them have evident affection for? How can he possibly explain both the desire to nurture and protect the little beast as his offspring and yet has this overwhelming desire to hate the foul creature and even dispose of it to rid him of the burden of a Light-being upon his reputation. The Lord is not sure any vix with any form of maternal warmth would understand the sort of battle.

“It is nothing, m’love,” he answers, returning the word of endearment to work on a light manner in which to push aside the conversation. He glances down at the foal once again, hiding under Dream and poking his head between her fores as he looks up and about with confusion etched into his small but so prominent features, perplexion flicking his ears about in no way or fashion mirroring any particular emotion since he doesn’t know which is appropriate to display. And it makes Joker think that may he is a little too harsh with the boy, too demanding of him, and yet there is still that nagging voice. ‘It’s just one silly little colt, but it’s going to reduce your image when everyone finds out you have a goodie-goodie-two-shoes son. We’re Darks, not Lights!’

The violet brute snorts and tosses his head once and tries to think of something else; because, obviously, if Predator says it then he is going to do his utmost to be resiliently opposed to whatever that guy says. Instead he tries to focus on the sweet nothing, ‘love’ that both Dream and him incorporated into their two short sentences, pondering on them and what they might mean. Was it just a slip of the tongue, something not really heartfelt but just something that’s said for no particular reason? Or did either one of them really mean it? After all, Joker will be the first to admit, or maybe not, that he doesn’t know much about ‘love’, having flopped at every attempt at ‘love’ and for a time completely despising the very word! Yet, he knows he feels something for this siren, his Vipress...yes, his. It makes him smile inside.

Half crawling on his belly and wiggling between Dreamweaver’s fronts, liking the security that it makes him feel, he looks up at his father. He searches his sire’s face, trying to understand what the signs mean there upon his parent’s visage and not making any sense of it at all. And for not the first time he wishes he weren’t so slow to pick up on ‘grown-up behavior’ because now, since he can’t figure it out on his own, he has to ask. Asking questions is not his forte and to ask them of Joker...he’s not always particularly happy with his curiosity. “Daddy? Did I do something wrong?” He cringes back instinctively as the violet muzzle tips down towards him, but relaxes when it’s only a quiet stare that is rendered to him.
~Cursed Pirate/Joker

(OOC: I didn’t go too far in the conversation between the two because I thought it would be nice to get Dream’s opinion on the situation and blah blah blah...I just thought this was a good place to stop my post.)

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A clever and coy smirk crossed that pink plush muzzle the I possessed, my icy blue eyes gleaming. For I knew all too well the fragile bond between parent and child, as mine had been nothing more than a shield between my father and life. As much as I hate to admit it, I've never felt such a strong pull to want to be a mother once more, and at the same time, despise that thought. I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind once more, forcing myself to assess the situation I was in right now. My gaze strayed down to Pirate, watching the little colt. He really did melt my heart. I fought off the urge to lower my own head and nuzzle the colt, instead I stood tall without moving a muscle. My gaze remained fixed on Joker, ears pricked as I listened to what he had to say. That's when I relaxed, even if it wasn't noticed physically, mentally I did. A small smile crept across my muzzle, my neck arching back into its usual position. The "m'love" really struck me, even the hardest parts in my heart were beginning to soften.

No, no, no, no, NO. You're a Dark. Stay that way. Go all soft-hearted on me, and you die. My deceased daughter Tempest would've said that, and it shocked me that I heard her voice in my head at all. Why her, and not Tombstone? Tombstone was the kinder one, after all. Joker... I didn't know how to start it, but I couldn't help myself after I started. Like Pandora's Box. It had to be completed, and nothing could stop it, not a force as weak as myself or any other living being. I don't care who Pirate's mother is. I'll fight her for him, I want to help you raise him. to be a dark. Those were the unsaid words, but of course they were in my mind, and if I was unlucky, they would be in my eyes as well. I took a deep breath, puffing myself up and attempting to harden my eyes in a way to try and make myself look bigger than the mere fourteen two hands I was, just to show all the determination I had boiling up inside me.

Through this ploy, my mind was buzzing. Sata and Tempest were having a go at eachother, and I must admit, it was very funny. My light mother and dark daughter... quarreling about... what was it? Pirate? They're arguing about Pirate. - and I don't care whatever you say, Sata. He's going to be dark if my mother has a hold on him. Tempest was saying. You're very sure of yourself for one who died when she was a yearling, Tempest. Just look at him. Sata retorted. You died young too, right after mother was born, and mother was light then! Just look at her now! Score one for Tempest. Sata was quiet now, and I had to smirk at Tempest's attitude. She got it from me and her father, a mixture, ironically it's what killed her in the end. Personally, I think their argument was foolish. It all depends on the elements Pirate's exposed to, that's how one's life is molded and shaped. If he manages to stay light throughout anything I would expose him to, then he should stay that way, because he'd be a strong light.

A strong light. Funny, none really do seem to be strong now-a-days. Perhaps he would be a light king, and actually restore honor to their race. If that's possible. Pirate's voice pulled me out of my thoughts, gaze flicking down to Pirate, then Joker. His silence seemed enough answer to the colt's young mind, so I didn't bother myself with a need to respond to that question. I want to know what you think about that, too, Pirate. I crooned to the colt, my ears flicking forward. My lips brushed against his fluffy and mohawk-like forelock, wuffling them out of the way and in all directions. I loved the soft feeling they had. My gaze flashed back to Joker, all my mind focused on his answer. I... I'd like one of my own, too. I'd meant to think it, and it shocked me to hear it in the air. Eventually. I added quickly, maybe a little too quickly for my own good. It was just an attempt to cover up what I'd said, after all, and maybe it would've gone unnoticed.

[Halo]

Dream speaking his name brings his head up, eyes searching her for what she might want to say before she can utter it, but not having to wait long to hear it. No matter what she is saying, he finds his ears delighted with the sound of her voice. Though he is kind of taken by surprise by what it exactly is that she has to say. She wishes to help in raising the colt, as her own, and so much that she would be willing to fight Zanatha in order to lay a claim to the little cream tyke. The fact that Zan isn’t around does not matter the least, it’s the fact that Dreamweaver would go at such great lengths to have Pirate as her own, to rear and nurture him despite whatever rank he might be or the dilution of his royal blood. It actually brings a smile to his face and he has to fight the sunshine warmth trying to break up the dark cold in his heart.

“That is very well,” he starts, glancing at the child and, being glad he is no longer listening to this part of the conversation, his head lowered and eyes closed as he ‘cat naps’, lifts his head to continue more quietly, “for the mother has, it seems, abandoned him for her own sake. But knowing you would fight Zanatha for him is...” Great, sweet, comforting, heart-warming...it could be any one of these, but he does not fill the blank in with any word or words, allowing Dreamweaver the option of filling it in for herself with whatever she believes she be put there.

Cursed Pirate’s attention is caught and his nap interrupted when Dream speaks to him, calling his name in her sentence and bringing him back to the conversation as he is added into it. He looks up at her, orbs half closing in contentment as she ruffles his forelock and looking like he could purr at any moment. He’s not quite sure what exactly the two had been talking about, though he had a half a notion that it has been about him if the mare would think to include him in on it. He shrugs his little shoulders shyly and turns his head to lip her knee affectionately. “I don’t mind...” he says between a yawn.

The Dark Lord smirks slightly as his Vipress speaks something that she did not wish to say, which really seems to be happening a lot to her today. But it is fine. He would rather her speak what is on her mind than to leave him guessing in the dark. And if she wishes to have one of her own at some point, who is he to deny her? (If he refused to give her a foal, which would be positively silly if he wanted a purely royal heir, then she would go elsewhere to have her desires fulfilled and that would not do at all, no not at all if he wanted her greedily all to himself). He stretches his nose out to bump it consolingly against her nose, a way to tell her it was okay and that she doesn’t need to be embarrassed; she can say anything when she’s with him. “Then you’ll have one when you wish to,” he answers and plans to leave it at that if she doesn’t continue the subject.
~Joker

(OOC: 567 words…not huge, but... Sorry it took me so long to reply. @_@ I’m a horrible person.)

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D R E A M W E A V E R

A simple nod was given, showing my satisfaction, but I wasn't about to voice it. I was getting soft enough around these two as it was, and I need to do a little something at least to portray my dark side. My gaze flicked down to Pirate, smirking at the colt. He hadn't an idea what he'd agreed to, judging by his expression. Youthful innocence. For all he knows, he could've just agreed to being fed to the dark wolves. What was I getting myself into? My thoughts began to run, wicked and vile as usual. Out of everything you could've done, you went and offer yourself up as a tutor. Do you really think you can do this? That taunting little voice in my head demanded of me, and I don't have an answer. I acted out of what my heart had asked me to do, not what my brain had warned me against. But that's okay. Is it really, Dream? Are you growing that soft? Or do you really think you can do this? I don't think I can do this. I know I can do this, or I wouldn't have demanded it.

There's a bit of doubt in your tone, love. Because I'm trying a new approach... one where I'm not a hundred percent confident with everything I do. Well that's stupid. You won't accomplish anything then. Just shut up, okay? My ears swivel uncertainly, gaze flashing around the surrounding terrain, taking in the scenery. I had almost forgotten how pretty it was. Something seems to click in my head, and it turns my attention back to Joker, a smile on my muzzle. Some just aren't meant to have a foal, and why she would be given one as unique as Pirate and just... It's beyond me. I cast a glance to the horizon, letting my sentence dangle there, the unspoken words so obvious. Just pack up and run, over the horizon, away. She's lucky, in a way, to have just left. Otherwise she'd have me to deal with. My gaze flicked back over to the horizon, watching the sinking sun and all the brilliant colors it created.

Part of my mind toned out what he said, though the other was fully aware. When his muzzle brushed up against mine, I allowed my distractions to cease and looked over at him once more. You really are one of a kind, Joker. I crooned gently, smoothly. You know... these lands... they just go to show that looks can be decieving... In otherwords, I liked it. They suited me perfectly. My gaze flashed to Pirate, a smile creeping across the corners of my lips. I really think I can do this, if such a beautiful land can lay claim to such dark secrets... Perhaps it would just take patience and provoking. I was light when Borgon got a hold of me, but I was also a mimic, and copied everything he did. I was mulling over these thoughts, all while looking down at the little colt. What do you say to me meeting my fellow herd mates? I was a little eager to meet them, and it would bring back that all-too common and familiar guarded and sadistic self, instead of this softer one I'm beginning to reveal to myself. Even if it's comfortable when he's around.

[Halo]

Cursed Pirate looks worried and confused for a moment, unsure of how he is involved in this conversation. He hears his name, but they wouldn’t also be talking about his mother, would they? All in all, he’s not sure he holds any grudge against his mother. She was unhappy here and if he was the one making her thus then he would have wanted her to leave him. He’ll be fine. And if nobody wanted him he’d find a way to make it on his own...somehow. He scoots out from under Dream and stretches out his fores, standing himself back up onto his stilts and shaking involuntarily.

Joker is not aware of his son’s disconcertion, merely noting that he had stood and is still near them, his closest ear flicking to keep track of the colt, even while he turns his head left and right for signs of the rest of the herd. Now where had they all gone. “I’m not sure which ones are about. I have seen Evanessence and Calypso recently though. They shouldn’t be too hard too find, they stay close.” He tries not to smile. Those two would certainly make things a little complicated between him and Dream.
~Joker

[Dyzz-semi-back-]

Who are you-and what do you do
To make you think you are above me
But have you walked in my shoes

Essence had been making her way randomly threw the terra she now lived in. She had decided it would be useful to get used to this new land. It was soon different from her old home. This place was covered in dense forest, and decorated with beauty. When she had followed him, Khepri, back to his herd… in her old lands. It was mostly a flat plain of snow.

Yet with Khepri there she had been content. She realized how fond she was, and sadly still is, off him. And she knew he had a softer spot for her then anyone else. She had seen it when he first saw her when she had arrived to meet his herd. He had let her come when she felt like she was ready to be a part of it. And when she did arrive, she had seen his chocolate face light up. Had felt a bright smile come to hers as he galloped up to her, speaking in that deep husky voice of his, towering over her. She had always loved the ruff type of stallions, and the large hairy gypsy Vanner stallion had managed, a long time ago, to claim her heart.

She remembered ever word he had told here, every moment they shared. Their first meeting still was fresh, and was her most treasured memory. But Khepri is gone now. She was here… In Penori. She had a new lead stallion. Joker… He was different from Khepri. And she as found of the purple stallion. But no matter how found she was of the purple stallion, she didn’t think… no she knew he would never be the same as her Khepri was to her. The choclate Flaxen gypsy Vanner had done this to her on purpose. He had to have. TO make her feel like this.

He had left her, and their herd. But regardless. She still loved him. He was still her… her number one. And as found as she was of Joker, he would never be able to full up the whole that had appeared when Khepri took off. The whole that had been made, along with her old personality coming back. ’Ah, dearie… You miss Khepri, sure. But you need to get over it.’ D.amned voice was back now too… ’I have a name…’ The voice said… Fine. Essence rethought, D.amned Dove was back.

Such an odd name to be given to the voice of a dark. But if fit the voice. A voice in her mind that could bring her disappointment, as well as hope. But she still hated it.

Suddenly she heard a voice ahead, and he name spoken in the tone of joker. Why was she being brought up. As she traveled closer, she heard the last part of the sentence. So someone was locking for the black friesian vixen. She slowly walked forward, her heavy feathering moved with her, as she kept to the shadows, unseen for now. She slowly emerged, looking more like a separating part of the shadow, rather then an equine. She looked at Joker, to see him with a painted mare, and a small colt. ”I was passing threw, and heard my name mentioned. I hope I am not intrupting anything.” She said calmly, looking from Joker to the female. EvanEssence had yet to meet anyone else of the herd, but she was pretty sure this mare was new. She nodded her head to the painted fae, and her cold tones were emitted into the air once again, her orbs emotionless and hollow. Joker had been the only one as of late to get them to show anything. But she preferred to keep them hollow. Keep them hollow, and no one could see the pain in them.

She doubted even Joker knew the pain she suffered in her heart from Khepri’s disappearing act. She was suppose to be the one who disappeared. One of Khepri’s first sentences had been something like ‘Well I don’t see a need in hiding, and obviousily neither do you.’ She had though she would be with him for longer then forever. But then he disappeared. And not trusting the herd that she belonged to, with out Khepri there, who had always protected her having seen her weaker side-knew what was buried inside her, she had run off too. Which brought her to Peroni, then to Joker and his land. She had spoken her cold tones, ”I am called Evanessence, and who are you?” She said, careful to keep her monotone calm, and emotionless. She rarely showed emotion. Very rarely ever since that day.

And she didn’t know the mare, or the colt. So she was going to have to hide her emotions. She had know clue if she could trust them. She had managed to learn to trust Joker, but even that was a little shaky, even if he wasn’t aware of that. She was just going to have to be careful intill she is sure of what is going down. She walked closer, but made sure to stop about a yard from the other three, respectfully keeping her distance. Atkeast it looked respectful. Would Joker be like Khepri? Could he tell that she hung back because she was more nervous, not sure of what to make of anything. She hung back because she didn’t want to be hurt emotionally again. She waited patiently, and quietly to see what would happen next. Her long black wavy locks falling down the sides of her face, practically covering both eyes, her air of mystery and coldness up now. And her reservedness in full swing.

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Status: Complete
Muse: Okay I suppose
Character: Evanessence
Gender: Vixen
Alliance: Dark
Mate: None
Word Count With Lyrics: 1121
For: Dream/Dreamweaver;Halo/Joker
Notes: Evanessence has entered a depressed stage. She isn’t sure what to feel right now… It felt apprioprate now that Joker got her to say the little bit about Khepri in the post with her and Joker… Now she is trying to figure out if she could really love Joker, or if her heart still belongs to Khepri and only Khepri, just so you understand the post…

The pedestal
You put yourself on
Well since I’m breaking it down now
It’s gonna collapse and be gone-
Gone-gone-gone-gone

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D R E A M W E A V E R

My ears swiveled attentively when he mentioned the others. Sure, I had been hoping there were, but now I was wondering just how much of our conversation, if any, they had heard. Just when I had been about to answer, the voice of another caught my attention, and immediatly my guard rose. My ears pinned back, laced to my skull and mane as if they had been there since I was born, a sneer curling at my lips and my eyes falling into that normal emotionless stage, the one where the only thing that passes is hatred and a burning fire. The normal personality that I hold, except when one works their way under the edges and pries that side away. Only then do they see the softer side, and trust me when I say this, not many do. My gaze flashed toward the new comer, except she's only new in my presence, not to the herd, and instantly I began sizing her up. Friesian versus my Arabian build, it would be interesting to see what she thinks of me by looking at my external appearances.

Arabians might not have much in size, but then again, there's more than meets the eye to me. The typical Arabian is... flawless, beautiful, and synthetic, wanting nothing more to please. The typical Friesian is powerful, strong, and desiring power. Funny, then, how I fit more of a Friesian description than the Arabian one, when in my many breeds, Friesian doesn't show up once. I guess you can't judge everything on appearances, after all.

No, nothing at all. My vocals purred their sadistic and venomous tone, surviving the transition from lover to... well, my usual personality easily. Evanesence. Name's DreamWeaver. In a way, I was daring her to question my name, as so many did. "What kind of name is that? I thought you were dark?" Well, loves, looks as well as names can be decieving, thus I don't question others names unless they intrigue me. The sneer was replaced with a vicious smirk, weight shifting effortlessly between my painted legs and flicking my multi-colored tail in mock annoyance. My breathing wasn't noticeable, at least I don't think, yet I was storing her scent in my memory bank in case I ever needed to recall it quickly again.

My gaze flashed to Cursed Pirate, watching the little colt while masking my interest, while trying to come up with something to say that wouldn't express my fondness for the colt nor turn him against me. I didn't want this mare to know he was a weakness of mine. Is something wrong, Pirate? I choose those words because sure, they might show affection, but hey, I did just adopt him after all. My neck stretches out, muzzle tapping the colt lightly on the shoulder. If I'm going to try and make a dark out of him, I have to make sure he knows I care and I'm doing it for his own good, after all. Personally, I still think if he's going to stay light, he'd make a good light king and actually bring power back into their race which has fallen into a stage of, well, a pathetic era. Maybe the Dark King's son being a Light King would bring peace between the alliances. How boring would that be?[/blockquote][/color]