I'll Drown (Silver)

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Nakita

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Again, Nakita found herself waiting at the end of the day. The sun was setting over the ocean as she soaked her hotblooded feet. She hadn't quite grown accustomed to the waiting feeling. Eventually it would have to change. Eventually, she would need to be waited on. Her eyes lazily watched as the blanket of night slowly began to cover the homeland, leaving its inhabitants with a new set of needs. The day dwellers hid in the night and the night dwellers emerged with new life and vibrancy. Nakita wasn't quite sure what she was yet. However, the demon she waited for was surely of the night variety, no questions asked. The demon named Angel.

The mare took a deep breath of the salty air, her tail swishing lightly behind her. She was completely relaxed as the night took her and her wait ended. "I can feel you behind me." Her words were barely audible, but she knew he would be able to hear them. He was there to see her, was he not? And with his hyper-vigilance showing through tonight as it did the night of their first meeting, she was sure he was making it his business to hear every word she murmured. She made it hers to get an explanation, any explanation to the strange happenings of their first night. "You've come with answers?" She could feel her spine shiver as the words left her mouth. In that moment all she wanted was the sturdy touch of his muzzle to rest there and keep her grounded.



ooc: -flails- listen.

bring me the night.

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[Silver]

Angelus

She was like a drug, something that he couldn’t stray from for too long. He wasn’t sure how she had caught him so easily, but something about her simply spoke to his inner needs and desires. She was pretty - all over, he’d recently discovered - and she had a way with words that made him want to win her with riddles and lies, only for her to answer his riddles and denounce his lies. So it was that he watched over her for nights, waiting for the chance to be with her again. His pitch black body hid within the long shadows of the night, and his eyes were every watchful over the small mare that held his seed. And yet, watching was not enough for Angelus. His heart - which surely had more compassion and understanding than that of Cancer - ached to speak with her, the little mare who had seemingly entranced him. This night was his opportunity, and he found her waiting for him on the Eastern Beach, the waves lapping at the stony ground where the two met. It was an eerie background music, for one could hardly see the water itself in the almost moonless night.

He’d been watching her for some time now, drawn to her, but reluctant to break the silence that she seemed to dwell in during this time. Her sweet, feminine scent wafted over and tickled his senses. Angelus breathed in deeply, letting out a silent sigh of appreciation. As strong as Cancer had been, his descendants and Angelus’ ancestors had left a more conscious heart in the young stallion. When she spoke, he could see the figures of his wraith companions begin to form. They liked the small mare, and approved when he tuned in even more to catch each word she breathed.

He was most sure now of the deity that had chosen him and instilled these companions upon him. They were his nightly company, his most trusted advisors. They themselves communed with what he now knew as the Black God. The god was a numbers-hungry, loyalty-rewarding deity who favored those who wore his blackness upon their coats. He was a mysterious god, only allowing small bits of information about himself and his plans to be given to Angelus, but nevertheless, the black stallion knew that he wished for a following like no other in the Homeland, but that the god was not merciless. He had told Angelus that he would eventually find a substance that would allow other followers to commune with the wraiths, who would provide guidance when needed. The Black God wanted an army, yet a family even so. Angelus now knew that his great-grandfather had been the messenger for the Black God, and in his time the deity had been less forgiving and interested in the lives of mortal equines. Now however, with the cult extinct for many years, the deity had changed his plans and had called Angelus to be the messenger. And he had accepted.

“Indeed, I have come to see the one who has tamed a demon,” he said softly in reply to her first statement. He secretly admired her tenacity, and her willingness to believe that he was always with her, even if she could not see him at every moment. He took steps towards her, until he was even with the small mare. He ran his muzzle gently over the top of her neck in a subtle gesture of comfort, and then looked into the ocean ahead of them. It was near impossible to see, but his eyes were keen enough that he could make out most of the whitecaps and some of the darker waves beyond them. “Yes, I have come with answers. You need only ask the questions.”

ooc: this is late. also, i got carried away with explaining the Black God. xD
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[nala]

Nakita

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And there he was. His touch was strong, something she knew she would soon rely on, and yet he felt a million miles away to her. She refrained from shivering, although it took a lot to do so as he stood close enough for her to feel his breath. She listened to the beat of her own heart, trying to calm herself as it pumped more and more blood into her veins. Her ears twitched at the sound of his baritone floating past her and out into the night's ocean.

Tamed. A smile tugged at the edges of her black, velvet lips. She knew she had him just as he had her. There was no going back now, and although she couldn't feel the microscopic seed within her just yet, she knew it was there and she knew it was important. She eye'd him in the dark without moving her head. She wanted to tell him she'd missed him. She wanted to tell him what she felt for him. Instead Nakita bit her tongue and silenced her weak, feeling thoughts. They were not to be had, not with him and not with anyone.

"Why do you feel so far away to me? What do you think about while you stand there soaking up my night?" She inquired, continuing to push her feelings deep down into the lock box of her soul. Her gaze drifted from the waves to his eyes. The only reason she was able to see them in the pitch of night was because of the gloss that fell over them. She didn't know where it came from, or if it clung to the black of her own eyes. All she knew was that she could see him and he was with her.

Quietly she placed a hoof slightly closer to him in the shallow water. She wasn't touching him, but mere inches separated them now as she leaned in to hear the beginnings of his tales.



ooc: -flails- I can not get enough of him!

bring me the night.

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[Silver]

Angelus

He could tell that the mare was feeling not quite as bold as he was. Her shivering at his touch quieted his more physical side, but he was not to be deterred. He was the Messenger, a king by birthright, a demon with intentions to save the world from ignorance. There was no longer any doubt that their lives were not their own. Everything they did, everything they touched, every word they said... Everything lead to a greater life, a greater destiny. He lived with that knowledge, and it settled like a great weight on his back. Everything he touched... The dark, regal stallion looked down at the mare and blew out his breath softly. He moved his nose to brush the tip of her ear, amazed at how soft the skin was. His dark heart pulsed with desire, but he knew that he could not take her here, again so soon. She was carrying his child, an unborn demon, a prince or princess that would carry the favor of the Black God.

She asked him what he thought about, and the stallion chuckled softly. “Darling,” he said softly. She was his, he had claimed her. She wouldn’t leave him. In his chest swirled feelings of affections that hinted that they could become something more. But he would not deny that he was very attracted to the black mare. “Lady of the Night... I think about destiny, in all honesty.” And destiny for him included her. It included the Black God, and the furthering of his message. “I have a confession to make, and you may not like it.” He hoped that she did. She would be the first that he trusted with this information. It was bound to him as a birthright, a chemical in his blood.

“There is something that exists, something that controls all that we are, and gives us destiny and fate. He is present in the lives of all equines, but resides in the night, when many do not care to find him.” He took a breath, preparing to continue. Before he did, however, the stallion moved so that his side was touching Nakita’s. “I have found him, or rather, he found me. The Black God. He chose me, he chose my ancestors. I have...I have visions. Visits from his servants. Dark horses with fiery eyes. They accompany me at night.” It was all very complicated, and sometimes he did not understand it, but the Black God wished mostly for praise and worship. It was a goal that had no ending, but Angelus was determined to start and continue the quest, even if there seemed to be no real end. It was an ongoing cycle, and Angelus was prepared to spend his life in the company of the wraith horses if need be.

“The Black God has chosen you, Nakita,” he said softly. He knew that this would be a lot to take in, especially with a mare such as her. And they had known each other for such a short while... “My companions admire you and your courage. I admire you. You can be the mother of a religion, the demon tamer, and the demon’s lover. I wish I could explain it better, but I am afraid that my words are inefficient and unqualified.” Feeling slightly inadequate, Angelus stopped speaking. At that moment one of his companions spoke to him, murmuring something almost inaudible.

“They say that there is a way to see for yourself,” he said, simply repeating what they had said. “If you are willing. But not tonight.” Patience would be required for this, it would seem.

“I hope that you do not think badly of me after hearing my thoughts, Nakita.” He said this as a way to apologize for what would most likely be perceived as madness. He hoped that she was as brave as he thought. Otherwise she was not likely to stick around long enough for him to explain further.

ooc: i had to reply again. erm...it's really hard to explain something that might be madness and might be real... EVEN I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE.
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[nala]

Nakita

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The black mare scolded herself for moving away from Angelus. He was warm, comforting, and yet she found herself escaping his touch as if it would save her already concurred body. She let out a breath of air as she mentally pounded on whatever it was that had made her move. She couldn't likely move back now, no matter how much she wanted to. She couldn't because it made her look weak. He'd touched her; he was the weak one. And now she'd turned it all back on herself.

"I do not think bad of you." Was all she said, the world barely audible through a tightened jaw. His ideas were raw and alive. They spoke of darkness, and yet Nakita saw the light at the end of the tunnel he was painting for her. He was her way out of the life she was living, what little life she had. Nakita could see that light now, and she could see him. His glossed over eyes brought her back to his statement about the companions he said surrounded him. Was that fire in his eyes? Did it reside in her own? Could it reside in her eyes? She reminded herself to breath again, her fuzzy mind welcoming the oxygen gladly.



ooc: Sorry. I'm having a night and its really hard for me to write with her without becoming a bubbling mess of tears. I'll post the baby thread now. You can reply here still if you want though!

bring me the night.

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