What I'm Searching for. (Angelus, Open)

[Seele]

^{Why must living be so hard?}

The thought had crossed the black stallions mind ever since he had been labeled a traitor by his herd, by his own father! The man he had worshiped and listened to with a blindness that lead him to that point. The moment when his father told him to prove himself, to show how great a warrior he was. His father had wanted him to fight one of his younger brothers and he had refused, the thought of harming any without proper cause shattered him. So he left, left them far behind, he even left his name. Grave, he had mulled it over for days, he found it sadly fitting. He felt like he was no longer the strong stallion that had trained hard for years just to be noticed. He felt defeated, one foot in the grave was a saying he now understood very well.

Grave sighed, trying to shove thoughts of his past out of his mind, but it seemed no use. He shook his short mane and looked around the border of Baahir, he had never thought he would see the sweltering desert, but here he was looking for someone to tell him what to do. He paced back and fourth, wondering if he should really do this, maybe he should be alone for disgracing his father, maybe. he stopped suddenly and stamped and a hoof, a look of defiance on his face. No, they were wrong! Tacking a deep breath grave called out to anyone close, hoping someone would answer.

OOC: Boy this was a tough one, though I am definitely getting a hold on him <3 BTW he is on the border between Bastein and Baahir.

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[Silver]

He was patrolling the outskirts of his territory, perhaps escaping all of the females that made up his large (for the homelands) herd. The only males who could perhaps keep him company or recharge his sanity were either too young to be of any conversational pleasure, or prowling the canyon in their own solitary way. Perhaps it was more of a way to be alone with his thoughts and the dark, demonic companions that came to him to offer advice, to offer counsel and comfort. Angelus’ dark mind flourished with calculations and dreams, his heart beating in time with the haunting beat that their hooves pounded out. It is coming... Their voices were sinister and serpentine, hissing with the force of a hundred, echoing with the clarity of one. They spoke of the Black God to him, they spoke of a terrible coming and a glorious rising. And yet they gave no hint of when these things would come to light, and what he might do to keep them in his grasp. Angelus closed his eyes and the cold fire burned behind them. “Trust yourself, demon.” The stallion’s eyes snapped open. The voice was as familiar as a father, but terribly strange. Terrible and cunning and silky, running over his mind like a river of blood. Who are you? he asked the voice, throwing out that one chance that he might not simply have imagined things. When nothing happened, the stallion grunted and continued on his way.

“I am the spider.” Angelus stopped in his tracks. The spider... A dusty piece of his memories rose with a creaking sound and loomed in front of his mind’s eye. The spider. Cancer. The forefather of the cult of the Black God...his great-grandsire. The lover of the silver-tongued Lykoriss, a great leader in his time before the plague came. He knew the history, the survival of the first-born son, Jupiter, and the quiet way that his mother, Wisp, had raised him, always with a whisper of the Dark One on her lips. His heart beat slow and hard in his chest. “What do you want with me?” His question seemed less scared, less tentative when he spoke it out loud. A deep rasping echoed from his companions, a voice not belonging to them. “You have grown weak, demon. Find the darkness inside, wield it. Become the power that your blood tells of. And then take what is yours.”

Angelus breathed deeply, startled at the bluntness of the accusation. But then, he had grown weak and soft. Mellowed by his affection for his mares, he was not the force to be reckoned with that he had been once. But no more. He was the demon of the sands, there was none other who could take his place and do what he did.

With a new, dark regality looming inside of him, the Demon King scanned the horizon. A black spot moved on the border of his land. Only a few seconds later did the call reach his ears. Angelus did not smile; he didn’t change his pace. But the miles were eaten up anyways, and soon he stood four horse lengths away from the other stallion. He was regal and looming, even with his fine bones and dished nose. His black eyes shone with a cold fire and he stood, judging the other stallion with calculation. “What business brings your hooves too kiss the border of the sands?” he asked. His voice was as dark as his coat, a low baritone of silk, satin and blood.

ooc: cancer just kinda influenced him so yeah... I wanted to bring him back to his darker beginnings.
word count: 610
tag: grave
muse: ---

[Seele]

Icy blue eyes scanned the wavering horizon with a look of fear. The stallion was so unsure of himself, unsure of what he was doing. The temptation to turn back was large, he was about to give in when he saw a spec moving along. Grave took a wavering breath in and sighed, no backing out now.

He waited patiently as the horse grew ever closer, He noticed it was a stallion when he was a few yards off. Grave bowed his head in greeting, he looked over the stallion quickly. He was something that Grave's old herd would have admired, strong and commanding.

Grave took a moment to gather his thoughts, then slowly he spoke," I come seeking acceptance, and a home. I am called Grave and I have traveled far looking for someone to help me." He paused a moment and shifted back a step,"  I hope you don't think me as an intruder." Grave judged the stallions reaction carefully, he would leave if the stallion wished it.

OOC: Blah, sorry

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