The Ratenu Ice Canyon 3, rp here

//POST MY MINIONS!!!//

[-sobs- Everyone steals my phrases...minions, silly noodles...gosh.]

<sub>Hematite gave a glowering expression; allowing it to linger upon her pate for mere seconds before the wretched smirk swamped her fine features. Autumn..., came the blissful thought, it's about time. With the changing of season, the canyon would hopefully regain it's icy composure instead of leaking its forsaken liquids about the place. The corpus of the sable caliph quivered slightly as delicate nares inhaled the meagre scents of equids. With each coming moon, it seemed the dark canyon herd was vanishing, slowly becoming the empty wasteland it once was. Even the alphas were gone, but she knew very well they would return; happily or with anger she didn't give a *blocked*.

Hematite Lace knew of the upcoming war that was gathering force, slowly, it would dawn upon the eyes of the lights in one final battle; the last battle. Dissectors stabbed bitterly at the earth with scorn, excitement threaded through her, she had no interest, talent or skill and anything but...extermination.</sub>

Due to the lack of having a "parental" figure in the colt's life, the mahogany titan stepped in...It had been just a few years since he had had a family of his own, so it wouldn't be so tough. Atleast, to him.

The colt, Hades, was proving to be more and more like Athena by personality; wanting to do everything on his own, ignoring any offers of help or comments of concern. His phsical appearance gave way to who his sire was with each passing day, though his handsome features were always twisted into a morbid mask of distant accusation.

Dusk, for the most part, gave the colt his distance - unless he was about to do something incredably stupid, or reckless. Therefore, it led to his bored demise.

_{Hematite let those thorns of hers turn her head sharply to where she saw that colt, ah, some amusement at least "How old are you now?" she barked roughly, carcass following the path of her pate. Globes assessed the young hellion, obviously one of Fatehs, who was the dam again? Ah, Athena. Where had she gotten to? Hmph, probably found herself falling at light speed down a crevace.}

Eyes of deep crimson flashed, glaring the Hematite, ebony and ivory auds against his skull.

"Three," he announced; neither proudly nor boasting. It was almost like he had started to wish he could be erased from the face of the planet. "Soon to be four. Then I can be free from this wreched place and it's memories."

ooc//Posteh coming

Meaning: Don't post until I return you foolish mortals! *twitch*

_{"I didn't ask for your personal to-do list, colt" She growled in return, crimson sockets pinned to the facade of the young Gypsy Vanner (almost) stallion. Tossing her head, she removed some irritating fragments of forelock from her eyes.}

A scream echoed through the icy fortress that was Ratenu. The call was bellowed out for all to hear. It was a call of beckoning. A cry for attention. Fateh had returned, and he carried with him important news.

Pelt of alabaster speckled with coal rippled with raw strength as brawny muscles and sinews strained underneath. Heavy swords tore into the shifty terrain, determination driven into every stride. Charred lace was draped over one side of his thick boa, individual threads dancing about eachother while being caressed by the soft, though cold, breeze. A snort escaped his nares, a plume of mist drifting from his darkened crescents.

Wine-stained chasms swept over the herdland in search of the others. A piston rose high into the air before being driven sharply into the ground. Fateh waited for his audience, hoping dearly that Blizzard didn't spoil the moment by spreading the news. This was something the herd should hear from their Alpha and Alphess, not Alphess alone.

Blizzard looked up coldly. Eyes sweeping over him in a calculating way. Tassels swinging wistfully longing to swat the flys that had land just out of it's reach.

The arabian goddess cast Fateh a lasting look before returning to her grazing as bright green summer shots had sprung up out of the snow and Blizzard was gaining weight.

Snowy pelt twitched irritably as water dripped then rolled down her new curves as an icicle above melted away.

In other words she was far too peed off to be concerned about melting ice. Though a fleeting /something/ in the back of her mind was causing her pride to thaw away with their watery citadel.

_{If it was a gathering he wanted, then he would recieve. Acoustics heard the bellow fell enough, finally, Fateh was bringing himself to his rank. Heavy daggers weaved as she began towards the pair, coming to a halt metres from the smaller hellion she dipped her muzzle "Enjoyed your trip?"}

"Quite" he said, gaze flickering to Blizzard. What a lie that was of course. Bah! What a dreadful meeting that turned out to be...No equine dares to insult his land and alphess. Gah! Curse this foul alliance. If only he had the opportunity and strength to declare war upon them...to show them who's boss. Oh well, only time will tell if such a thing will occur.

His attention drifted back to the approaching herd, a bit irritated about how slow they were moving. It was as if they hardly cared about what he had to say. Then again, he would probably act the same way had he been in their position. If only they knew the importance of this particular announcement.

_{Pate shifted upon her crest, as she eyed the stallion. She felt no need to continue talking so she nodded, obviously taking the hint it was far from enjoyable. She too, became slightly irritated by the dawdling procession of equines that sulked towards them. Fiery gaze swept across the small herd "Get your rumps over here..." she hissed lowly.}

Light catious hooves fell in place to a walking rythym. The obsidian stallion twined his way toward the herd. Flagged ribbons fluttering out behind him and banner pulsing to each of his steps. Thin coat rippled from the muscle as blood stainded muzzle tucked close to his chest. Spanish bloodlines coursing through him elegantly and showed through his graceful movements.

Dark eyes looked over the herd. One mare, Hemitite was as large as Fateh, but that didn't scare him. Blizzard, well she looked like the Alphess and as he looked at her, he frowned. Snorting, he hated the sucking plops that sounded from his hooves as they clashed with the melting ground. Hearing their voices, didn't really both him either. He had heard of the war and couldn't wait to shed blood again. But he had made a promise never to spill blood, but the urge was coming back. Sable de Minuit stopped and just stood there, waiting for something to happen.

She is ruthless. She is deceitful. She spins tales like yarn.
She is living a Lie; Deathly Whisper
Ava

A new face came in among the crowd, the slim facade of a mare none here had ever seen. She trotted along nonchalantly, vacant. Dark ebon tresses hung limply over her gray-ringed nape, her black tail flicking away the air behind her, only to find it returned again.

Dark eyes, a navy of almost black proportions, scanned the terrain with no particular spark of interest.
Those eyes, like a pool of water on a moonless night. They would draw you in close, and the the mare would decieve and trick once again.

Ava walked silently through the trees, pondering the caves dripping water almost like rain. She caught sight of all the others, her gaze not stopping to linger on any particular equine.

"Quite empty here...." She murmured under her breath.

Ears cast back farther as he heard mumbled words. //Empty? Heck, yeah.// He thought down-castedly. Looking back to the mare that had spoken, he had no look of interest. Just a vague look as nares took in her scent. Just like any other mare, sweet and inforgiveably a lie. They all looked sweet, but they always betrayed you. Snorting, he turned his head back around. Obsidian body tense with muscles never relaxing, a fear growing inside of him.

"I would say."

He mumbled.

She looked at him, brow raised with a smirk of her velvet-soft kissers. Her smirk deepened as she heard him speak. Dark thorns flicked back hesitantly at his words.

"Whoo..." Distaste curled her tongue, ignting her hissed words. "Are you?"

"Sable de Minuit...Midnight Sand...Sable preferred."

He said in a low grunt before turning around. Coming face to face with the mare who had spoken. Brow raised and neck curled. He liked his spanish blood lines even though he did not sound like it, he looked like it. Curled mane hung loosely to his boa as silken obsidian pelt made him look slim and hide well within the shadows. A disgrunted snort erupted from him as he looked straight into her eyes.

oOc;;

Tay, my post makes sense. She said "Are you?" and he said "Am I what?" He is asking what she meant.

Wait...my bad.

"Hmmmmmm." She snorted, turning to look left. She thought for a moment, evidently settled ona decision, and spoke again.
"My name is Ava. Where has that Alpha gone?" She inquired, as if Sable would know the answer. Dappled rings on her coat flexed with her neck muscles, as she turned to the left again, and then back. Her face held no special expression, only vacancy.