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Nakita

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The sand was hot now, with summer just around the corner and the sun just beginning to evaporate over the evening horizon. A beautiful color took the land at this time. The rich red clay color was illuminated by the sun's russet red as it slowly bled to death each night. Nakita watched, her body gently laid in the cool, shaded sand of the Bridonna Oasis. Her black body took in all of the heat it could handle, sending a cooling sweat over her and slicking her coat into a shine that could not be matched by anyone who wasn't the traditional black Asil.

Nakita's mother always told her she was special. The crazy mare, who'd come from the north, instilled purity and loyalty in her child from the moment of her birth. Being an Asil meant more to Nakita's mother then life itself did, and this thirst for pure blood that nearly all of the tribe's herd members had was one that only trickled down the back of Nakita's throat. She understood what it meant to be of pure blood and she respected her role in continuing her line, however, life itself was much more important to the four year old. Living her life was a much more tangible thing.

The sun was nearly down and the black mare's ears twitched as they listened to the desert beings begin to crawl out of their burrows and into the cooling night. This was Nakita's favorite time. This was when her world came to life.

bring me the night.

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Angelus

He was the night. He was the black beast that rode upon the fringes of nightmares, and he who chased dreams under the moonless sky. This realm was his, and he was the lord of all those who dwelled beneath the starlit expanses. He was a shadow; he was born of the same cloth as the demons that lurked behind each tree and sand dune, waiting for the souls of those who could not understand the darkness. Angelus’ coat blended in perfectly with the pitch that covered the desert, and it was not unusual for him to be prowling around during the midnight hours while most of the herd was asleep. It was during this time that he did most of his thinking, watching, and waiting. Yet lately it had been for waking dreams; horses with coats darker than black, with eyes of pale white fire surrounded him as he walked tonight. Though terrifying, and more than enough to force a sane equine to question their sanity, Angelus found that the visions were strangely comforting. They whispered with knowledge of the past, and he often heard the name “Cancer” being passed around between the wraiths. He tried to ask them a question, the first time they appeared, but he soon learned that they were none to concerned with what the young stallion had to say.

His liquid onyx eyes focused on the oasis as he approached, each hoof perfectly placed and perfectly regal. He had no time for those who thought that they could act frivolous and uncaring. There were things in life that had to be approached with an air of leadership, and his birthright was one of them.

Angelus narrowed his eyes; someone had made it to the oasis before him. His sense of smell told him that it was a mare, and his sense of sight told him that she was of the same coloring as he. This seemed to encourage the apparitions slightly, and they shifted as their eyes burned brighter. For once Angelus wondered if he wasn’t going mad. He closed his eyes and forcefully pushed with his thoughts. When he opened his eyes again a mere two seconds later, the strange equines were gone. He focused his attention then on the mare in the water, for he could hear the gentle lapping of the water against the sides from her movement.

“Shouldn’t a mare know that the night is dark and full of terrors?” The questions slid from his tongue and floated out into the night, barely audible to those just outside the oasis’ natural shelter. “A mare should know that terrors walk the night, and that demons come out to play,” he continued. He moved so that he was positioned behind a small growth of ferns and trees, enough that she would have to look hard to pinpoint where he was. “How does she know if one such demon is not lurking outside her shelter, feasting on the shadows of the careless and naive?” His questions had no right answers, but he waited for her interpretation nonetheless. Perspective and choice in the face of uncertainty were two things that intrigued the tar-colored stallion, and he pricked his ears to better hear her response.

ooc: what do you think of angelus? he certainly inherited cancer's personality...
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tag: nakita

[nala]

Nakita

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She'd sensed him just as he began to enter the oasis, to enter her vicinity. It wasn't his fault. She could tell he was moving quite gracefully. Unfortunately for him, his size prohibited silent movement no matter how hard he tried. Quietly Nakita rose from her place, her muscles twitching ever so slightly and returning the dust of the earth to its place upon the ground. Her body returned mostly to its black color and she remained cloaked in the night as he got closer and closer.

She could tell he was watching and this made her slightly self conscious. She was not afraid. Very little ever truly scared Nakita. Her eyes remained where they were not wanting to alert him to her thoughts. She was unsure of the situation. Nakita didn't recognize his scent, and although he smelled of the Asil, she could never be sure who was accepted into the group and where their true alliances lied. She trusted no one, yet she threw herself into the unknown quite often. The male population was made for Nakita to experience, and so far what she'd experienced was idiotic or conservative. She didn't like it.

When he finally chose to speak, his words reached her ears and she nearly melted back to the earth. She had to reach deep within herself to retain what he'd said she was so focused on the rich undertones of his being. What a fine singer he could make. The tones floated around her and she slowly pivoted to face the direction they came from, waiting for yet another sentence to assault her and send her spine into shivering convulsions.

"Why should I be afraid of you, demon, when I know where you are?" She whispered back, intoxicated by the night and its pairing with his voice. She strained her eyes on the horizon to find him, but had no luck just yet. "Who's to say my soul is not but a meal or a partnering to your darkness?" Nakita continued to look, growing impatient as he continued to hide.

bring me the night.

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Angelus

She was of the same color as he; her coat blended in so well to the dark of the night that he could barely see her. Yet he was born of a shadow, and his other senses heightened to make up for the failures of his eyes. He watched her with intelligent, pensive eyes that read deep into the soul, wishing to know everything and at the same time wishing to devour whatever he could. She was not afraid, and this pleased him. For some time he had wondered if a mare would shy from him, due to his strange attachment to the dark hours and to the way that demons and the otherworld interested him. Yet here she was, an answer to all of his doubts, and a blatant disregard for his fears. He felt his skin shiver with anticipation, and a heat grew in his belly that he masterfully roped into order. It would not do to confront a mare such as this with his might all on display for her. He could seduce her and befriend her all without forcing himself upon her. This, perhaps, was what set him apart the most from his ancestor, Cancer. He wished for willing participants and loyal followers, not heady sexual encounters and regret.

To this order, he watched with a pleased smiled upon his face. Her answers were more than he expected, and her banter was something that he did not get enough of, on a regular basis. The art of words and seduction with such was one that he valued above strength, conformation and appearance. He tilted his dished face slightly to the side to better see the mare, knowing that she would soon find him herself. Until that happened, however, he was content to rest his hooves in the sand that housed the tall ferns in which he was hiding. She was turned to look at him, but he could tell that her eyes could not quite pinpoint his face. “I think it is perhaps early to say that you have found me, lady. I fear that I could surprise you from behind if that is what I wished. I commune with shadows, and in return they shroud me. There is not much that you might do to protect yourself.” She called him demon, and in one way that pleased him greatly. To be known as something greater than yourself... That was the honor that he pursued. Demon he would be, demon she would find. His dark eyes glinted with wicked delight, and he did not step out of his shelter. She would find him, if her patience wore thin. Then he would have the upper hand, as he wished it. “Perhaps then your soul would be much more valuable if it were seized and kept, along with the mare to which it belongs. There are things that exist, things that you would fear and be in awe of, that wish for faithful souls instead of devoured ones. Perhaps that is the destiny of your soul.” He’d been thinking the same thing of himself for the past couple of weeks. Ever since the wraith equines had appeared, they whispered to him of a being that wished for his allegiance, and promised much more than peace in life and the life after. Angelus still didn’t know if their voices were real, or if he was going mad. In either case, he preferred to keep the knowledge of both to himself. At least for now.

ooc: :3
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tag: nakita

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Nakita

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The black mare listened contently to the warmly toned baritone of the stallion. She took in each of his words carefully and let them fall gently on her ear drums. Her body sensed his ominous danger, but still she was unafraid. "Your approach may have been from behind, but surprise me?" She smiled at the thought. "You did not."

A god fearing mare might have bit her tongue with such words and thoughts swimming in their minds, but Nakita wasn't one not to speak. She loved the languages her mother had taught her. Each word was like a drug, sending her higher then the stars themselves. When the night and the danger of man accompanied her words she couldn't help but speak her mind. Her eyes, still searching for his silhouette in the dark were growing impatient. For a moment she dared to place a hoof forward in the sand. Her body didn't move, but only leaned as she made her move. Her mane floating slightly as the wind pushed it up along with her soul.

And then she caught him.

His must have been tall for his ears pricked up, swiveling above the horizon. The moon illuminated them and allowed her eyes to adjust to his body. His face was just as black as hers, but his eyes were set to a slightly darker hue. She could tell he was watching her, but the blackness that came from his pupils made her doubt herself. Nakita returned her hoof to its previous place, allowing her body to lean back rather then forward.

"Tell me more?" Her statement was posed as a question and it faded quickly into a airy breath. Nakita took in air quietly, leaning back on her haunches, and taking in the silhouette of his face that she had just discovered. "My name is Nakita, demon."

bring me the night.

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Angelus

He knew when he was caught. Her manner changed, and instead of keeping her position, the mare called Nakita leaned away from him. The slight caution exerted towards him was delicious, and he let a slow smile cross his face and settle there. No longer needing the bit of foliage that was hiding his position, Angelus extended his right leg and side-stepped out of his cover. He was much taller than she - he already knew this, but looking at her now was a bit of a start, as he drew closer. She was as black as he was, and he could hear his mysterious, celestial companions murmuring in appreciation. Not for the first time he wondered about their origins and their purpose. He could not discern their master or their plans, but he hoped - for his sanity - that he would find out sooner than later. Approaching the mare until they were but half a horse-length away, he bowed his head. His black eyes glinted as his long mane brushed the sand, and he did not take his eyes off of her. The stallion’s loins stirred, and he could not help the fire that was heating up near the area of his maleness. He could not deny that he wanted her; he wanted to claim her, and have her, and establish his dominance over her.

The wanting was so bad that he had to fight with himself in order to bring his thoughts into coherence. Why was she so...distracting? He always managed to be calm and collected around mares, but this one... She was different. “Nakita,” he repeated, rolling the name around in his mouth, savoring the harsher tones in it. He flicked his ears in appreciation, and nodded to her. “A beautiful name, Nakita. I am Angelus.” Angelus, meaning messenger in the old tongue. The thought brought excitement to his wraith companions, and he felt like he had discovered a crucial element to the puzzle that was this madness. “I have not more to tell you of demons and souls, I am afraid. And yet...” He stopped. Perhaps, if she could listen, he could figure out just what these dreams were about. “If I spoke to you of visions, and of dreams, would you think me mad? Or would your beautiful soul believe that I tell the truth? Would you stay if I told you what I have told no one else?” He wasn’t quite sure why he was spilling out his secret to this mare that he had just come across, but something about her made him comfortable, and made him trust that she would not laugh at the thought of his companions, and the madness that might be true.

"Will you believe me enough to say that I believe that this is fate?"

His dark companions grew agitated and seemed to encourage him to take another step towards her. He did that, and his desire overwhelmed him.

ooc: SO DARN EXCITED!!
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tag: nakita

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AND FADE TO BLACK. This is done like dinner folks!