A New Era.

[Diati]

It had been some time since that storm in the marshes. Some time since he had seen her. Their short time together before had been a dangerous dance; Achlys was beautiful and mad. Brilliant in an almost frightening way. The Dark Lord had obviously chosen her to do His bidding in subconscious ways, bestowing his desires for flesh and blood and misery upon her. In time, Stolas would provide her with all that she required and more. In time, there would be a mighty kingdom for the fruit of their union to inherit. The movement was growing, and Stolas would fan the flames to be sure it would spread.

Wandering into the canyon, the prince let out a bellowing call, beckoning the bearer of his child to him. There were propositions to be made, futures to be set. He hadn't seen the child yet, had no idea of its health or wellbeing. If it was to be the future, first assessments as to if it was worthy of such responsibility were required. Taking a long drink from the stream that cut through the canyon, Stolas' mind wandered absently to the possibilities. If it were sickly, malformed, or stunted in any shape or form, blood would be shed and it's miserable life would be ended. Achlys would likely feel the same.

Yet from such a strong mare, Stolas had little worries. A healthy foal and the right molding at a young age, and the cause would prosper. Basking in the fall sun, the splashed stallion patiently waited, unsure if he'd like the ruckus of a new and untrained foal. He'd enjoy the peace while it lasted.

Whipster

(A little short .-. Bby <3)

[Whipster]

diamond studded fangs and a taste for passion

Achlys moved in an eased trot, her head high and audits alert, keeping sure that the boy behind her did not wander far. Her second child, and the only that she really cared about. Oh, her darling little Orias, strong and willed. The colt was none like her daughter and retained the darkness which both parents possessed, a high head to match his confident stare.

The mosaic woman wouldn't have come if her gut hadn't told her that something great awaited. Stolas was the first stallion in many years to make her even bat an eye. Forget the fact that she had given up her womb; bore him a handsome son; now willingly finding his company. Normally, the woman would have killed him, maimed him, taken something dear. Instead she trusted him with her presence and heir.

She followed his faint scent to Erutan Canyon. Recently abandoned by it's alpha bitch — now free for greedy hands. Achlys had thought about taking it for her own, a good first land to make her mark on mustang. At this point, she was merely a few years away from the age of perish and weakness. In her prime, she still preferred to find Stolas than take for herself. The things that they could accomplish... The trickery they could preform, it was all a beautiful thought in her mind. Achlys looked back a second to gaze upon Orias, still young and impressionable, the perfect heirloom for her sick mind.

She found him by the stream. She snorted loud, accusatory, maliciously, and grinned as she stopped just before him, barely stepping aside to make way for her child. The confidence was thick, she was sure of herself. "Our son," she lulled, casting her gaze from the man to the colt. "I dare another to say they have a boy as fine as him."



Diati _____ for achlys & stolas

[Diati]

As Achlys announced her presence, Stolas longingly watched her approach. Even after just recently bearing him a child, her painted frame was a masterpiece of chaotic spots. No one knows how much they miss something until it is gone. Matching her wicked grin, Stolas' eyes roamed over her body, his head nodding idly at her words, till his gaze came to rest on him. Though he was still small, the colt held his father's gaze with unwavering confidence, as if a challenge already. He was strong and unafraid, and though Stolas said nothing for a moment, a great sense of pride welled up within him.

Looking Orias over, Stolas snorted with approval, chuckling lightly as he lifted his head up to nip sharply behind Achlys' ear. No fool would be stupid enough to compare their worthless spawn to the heir of all that we shall accomplish. He breathed, pulling away just enough to look her long and hard in the eyes. He's the perfect vessel for all that we know to be true, for all that we know to be right. I could not have ever asked for more from you, my dear Achlys.

I trust you know how to raise the boy best. His tone was then very authoritative, his mind then turning toward business. If and when there are others, take care not to let him waiver from his path. We must do everything we can to protect his future. The stallion's thoughts then turned to Misery, that sweet young mare. He'd have to check in soon, see how his other child had fared. Then there was still the other task at hand; there were so many others he had yet to have a chance to sway.

Our kingdom will come. Will you honor me as being my queen?

Though a bit sudden, to some it would seem, Stolas had his reasons. There were few others who had the same desires at hand as he did, even fewer still who understood them. But this mare, Achlys, had reached a connection with the stallion that he had often only dreamt about. He wanted her, obsessed over her, and sought to benefit with her from their partnership. Together, history could be rewritten, and Stolas wanted her name beside his throughout the books.

Whipster

[Whipster]

diamond studded fangs and a taste for passion

The mosaic woman squealed when Stolas nipped behind her ear, audits pinning backward and teeth grazing the tender skin of his jugular. Her skin tingled at the touch, at the way electricity passed through them like they were hurricanes crashing into one another. But oh, she loved the feeling she got when they were close. And she loved their child even more! Alas; it was new for her to feel such a way, where she considered the thought of... feelings? That there had come a day where she could love. Freely obsess. Stolas was her everything: from best friend, to enemy. She shot him a sharp look, yanking her head to the side in arrogance ( not very subtle, but whose trying? ) and flaring her nostrils at him.

"I will raise our child above what life can throw of him. Orias is to be a King, but right now he is a black sheep. Do not forgot who has the fangs, or who plays the bets, my love." Achlys raised her crown high, staring hard at the man in front of her, listening closely to every word in which he spoke. She could admit to anyone how she felt of him, but that did not stop her from wanting to rip out his throat, because she would not be subject to being a house bitch, Queen of the petty things. The mosaic woman was complex, and so she felt as though she was deserving of the title, more so than anyone.

Their names would come side by side; he was right in that sense.

A smile twisted her ashen lips, batting an eye and swishing her tail in the colts direction. "Would you expect me to allow someone else in my seat? The throne was claimed long before today." and with that, Achlys snapped her teeth at his shoulder.


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