Out of ideas...(Anubis)

[Ember]

The body stood between forest and marsh, shadows wrapping around the lean and tall body. Flakes of ice settled. All was silent. He stood the nipping at the last strands of grass before the ice covered it. Slowly he moved eying the land around...So this is the so called Zaryr Rivers...Interesting, must say?
The forest seemed full grass, yet the marsh seemed open. The marsh it then. The stallion trotted out from where he was standing, he maneuvered around the ice quickly in till he came to the river. These brought thoughts of his father, stupid one, i didn't make him drown! He cried to himself. HE ran into the river him self, falling over the hill...I had nothing to do with it.. The stallion took a sip of the frigid water. He sighed and listen, waiting.

Yet his mind turned to the dark forest, he was safe there. From what thought? His own mind, yes plotting against him. The stallion liked this land, besides the floods, ice, and other reasons. Perhaps maybe he should claim this, not worrying about others trespassing and he could have his own little herd. Yes that is what he would do.

Bursting into a gallop he followed the trail he had just made, then turned up onto a small slope, there he reared and called. "I PUZZLE, claim this land as my own, there i rule with my own standards, I PUZZLE claim this! He felt foolish like that was the wrong thing to say, but this was his now...right? His heart pounded for he was in a way scared, being a cry baby.

He sneered then walked into the forest, he thought of how life would be here, this new land of his, and his herd. Oh how good that sounded to his ears. The stallion stood in those shadows watching.

[ANUBIS ;;]

A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn

Not a day went by that this dove was not wandering about in search of someone who needed help, whether it be a listening ear or words of consolation, or in more serious cases, the introduction of her power to aid in calming them down. Most often now, Gwyn wandered near the territories of the Great Basin. She loved its neutral shores and the mystical peace that managed to hover over it, so not a single violent squabble ever broke out. Today, however, the shores of the Basin were calm. The copper-hued mare had wandered about in search of others, but finding none, her cloven hooves wandered past the dying grasses of the neutral land and stepped along a river that fed into the Basin itself.

Her petit frame followed the river upstream, chocolate occs watching at the river split into two, and then three, and then again until it was finally a network of small rivers weaving in and out of each other. The damsel was careful here, her delicate head lowered so the point of her slender horn ran parallel with the frosted ground. This appeared to be territory that would belong to a head monarch, but no scents came to her velvet nares. This angel was never searching for cause to disrupt the ways of everyday life, so the worry that she might be intruding worried her peaceful heart, though the continued smell of only wilderness worked its way to her sagely mind, and eventually her steps became more lax, and her curious pools gazed about her in wonder again.

She’d stepped amongst a smaller cluster of marshes when the sound caught her ears. The mare paused, her lion-like tail curling loosely about a hind leg, and her sonar perked to the voice that boomed not far away. It appeared as though she’d stumbled upon a claiming ritual, and immediately it caught her interest. Gwyn had never seen exactly how harem life worked, for being a wanderer all her years alive. She stepped forward again, the caution returning to her cloven hooves, and she approached where the sound had come from. Before the dame reached the point where the voice had boomed, however, she came upon him wandering in the forest, and she halted once more. “Forgive me for intruding, young king. I had not realized you were claiming these lands as yours.” she spoke humbly and lowered her delicate crown to him. The stag had to be about half her age, but he was now a king nonetheless, so her pores exuded with respect for him.

Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
It's there that my heart is longing for
All for the love of you

[Ember]

His watching lingered as the saw the mare stumble into the clearing. Oh yes, my first victim.. His eyes fluttered with excitement, he raised his head an smiled. He was the one that didn't need love, but a friend, he didn't need a care taker, only himself. Every since the day of the incident did he realize what life is about. Oh how he should of joined the other rejoin, the evil ones. Yes that would do for now.

He watched the snow fall silently over the marsh, she'll slip, fall and then i can catch her in my spell oh how fun this will be! But as his eyes followed the mare she seemed to follow the path he had made..so she's a smart on... Maybe this wasn't a good idea. I'm playing with fire... But enough of thinking, it was time for doing.

Stepping out of the darkness he saw the mare stalk to him..he watched her every move but stood still, she seemed to think highly of him, like he was king. Oh he was loving this, every moment. The words were perfect, so simple. “Forgive me for intruding, young king. I had not realized you were claiming these lands as yours.”


He raised his head and spoke. "My dear don't worry, for a mare like you would need the land your self, feel free to graze on the left over grass and bathe in the cold waters." He smiled at him self, then laughed to himself the words he had always wanted to say. Then he looked at her waiting to see the expression.

[ANUBIS ;;]

A painting hangs on an ivy wall
Nestled in the emerald moss
The eyes declare a truce of trust
And then it draws me far away

Looking upon this creature, Gwyn could feel his radiated youth. Though she could not feel thoughts, she was capable of feeling emotions, and he exuded immature excitement. Mischief and independence were there too, the dame could feel. This Puzzle was quite the opposite of her, who stood there like a miserly sage, a nymph to these forests, with her peaceful, chocolate pools gazing upon him without judgment. The aura she gave off was equally quiet, a wordless lullaby that, should the young stag venture close enough, would cause him to feel its effects like a soothing drug. At the moment, however, he seemed quite comfortable with remaining at a distance, and Gwyn did not complain. These were not neutral lands anymore – she must be cautious when treading into territories belonging to cocky young colts.

The words that spilled from his lips were warm enough, but the dame questioned as to whether he truly meant them. She dipped her skull again and stepped closer with her cloven hooves, their light feathering dancing about her fetlocks. She was petit next to him, seemingly fragile in this new winter’s snow, but the intelligence she carried with her was obvious enough. Of course, should he attack her, she would not be able to fight back much save for the power of her soothing aura, but she was smart enough to smell a trap when there was one. “You are kind, young king.” She murmured and came to a halt before him, her copper head and slender neck curved upward to meet his gaze.

It was there that she scrutinized him like a dam would her colt. He was young. Perhaps too young to maintain these rivers as a monarch for too long – there were many seasoned vagabonds out there in search of their own lands to rule. He would need to be wise to carry those lanky limbs of his to years of success. Oh, she did not doubt that he could do it, but she had seen mightier beings than him fall before. “I hope you treat these lands well, and those who you bring to live here. Never forget to reach out with kindness, for kindness then will be returned to you.” her singsong voice lifted into the frigid air like a mother’s. Her occs became somewhat wary, and she nodded her delicate cranium. “I have not introduced myself. I am Gwyn, of no land.” forgetting her manners, her vocals came apologetically this time, and her façade became abashed.

Where deep in the desert twilight
Sand melts in pools of the sky
When darkness lays her crimson cloak
Your lamps will call, call me home.

[Dodge]

INACTIVE