•• the fire that burns me.

[Silver]

His fury was unimaginable once it was roused. The great black stallion still remembered the rage that had overtaken him and caused her to give him a look of reproach. Him! "Damn her," he growled. Whisper was a spider, able to find her way through the maze of loyalties and extract information from everyone about everything. And she did not fear him. Perhaps that was the most infuriating thing about her. He liked to be feared. With an irritated stomp he moved from his grazing spot. The valley was the perfect place for a gathering of those loyal to him, but he wasn't quite in the mood. Subjects were scarce, loyal nobles were scarce, and mares were...well, scarce. He was itching for a pretty young thing to come by and give herself to him like they were wont to do in the old days of the kings and queens. What was with the mentality of horses these days? Could they not want power and prestige, and the chance to sire a foal that might one day take his place on the throne? His loins ached with a wanting that echoed in his belly, and he was afraid he might burst from the intense desire. Whisper of course would never give herself up to him. She was always saying that she could never look at him the same way if he took her... "Damn it all!" he swore, prowling the shores of a small pond. He needed a release somehow, if only to help him think clearly again.

ooc: So here's an open thread with Lucifer. He's going public errybody! This thread is for any loyalists (and loyalist mares). Actually, mares would be VERY welcome. Especially if they're open to a little...well, you get the idea. Let's get this plot up and running!!

[Notes]

Marcalie

There was talk that the king had finally come out of his 'hiding' though Marcalie absolutely would not call it hiding. Hiding was, after all, for cowards and she knew with all her heart that the new king was not a coward. Though she did not want to admit it, she had longed to meet the king of the Homeland, the son of Octavian, ever since the day she heard of him from others. Marcalie occasionally had to remind herself that she had never met him, she obviously did not know what he was truly like. The stallion could be a weak colt, only worshiped by others because of his high status, made to seem like a god. After her winter in the more Northern parts of the Homeland, she was ready to go back to the Gravil. Though she had not spent much time there, she still enjoyed having a place that she could tell others was her home. The black mare wasn't very sure what season it was. Was it late winter or early spring? Nevertheless, her draft coat was shedding, giving off a somewhat unpleasant appearance. She attempted to rub off all her loose fur on tree trunk and wash them off in lakes or ponds though they seemed to be more every time. At least, she did not look like the puff-ball that she did during the heavy winter snow in the north. As she walked, she caught the smell of a horse nearby. She was willing to start up a conversation with anyone she met, even though it delayed her travels. The mare turned towards the direction and started towards the horse. As she neared the figure in the distance, she caught whiff of the smell of a stallion. She never cared if the horse ahead was a mare or a stallion, as long as they were willing to talk to her. When she was a few yards away, close enough that she was sure the stallion could hear he, she spoke. Hello.

occ: its blabby xD I got exited and obviously she doesn't know who he is

[nala]

With the new birth of spring, Galadriel felt much more at home. She'd always enjoyed the season and its new birth. Her mother had always seemed to pass down the thoughts that the earth died in the winter but rose again in the spring. She couldn't be sure if such a creature could fall to such a horrible fate each year, or if merely her mother had had a touch of insanity.

The nearly white mare hadn't left the valley all season, spending most of her time pacing to and fro through the lands. She was searching, as well as hiding. Caiaphas had befriended the king, she could tell from different scent trails and spying missions. The king was on the move again after a period of ghostliness.The thought alone caught the mare attention, sending it sky high and soaring.

She hadn't made contact with her king, the stallion of the same onyx color of her brother, in ages; still Galadriel remembered his power. Even as a youngling he had been heavily muscled, one bump would send any filly flying. The creamy mare knew he wouldn't remember her, but she still had her plan. The plan she had clung to since her mother's death. She could taste it now, like sugary flowers on her tongue.

What a coincidence that the black mare should lead her to the black devil. The mare had been so nice, and naive in their first meeting; Galadriel hadn't even tried to follow her. But now, conversation came from the place the mare stood before her, a conversation that couldn't be mistaken by someone so deep into the plan.

ooc: hope its okay i posted too. xD -pets Galadriel-... I missed her.

[Silver]

It was quite possibly all coincidence that two mares seemed to appear out of nowhere just as he was wishing for some…well, female “company”. Unfortunately his ego was only outmatched by his cunning, and his ego was in full swing right at that moment. The large black stallion’s eyes snapped to the direction of the footfalls. A slow, increasingly smug smile crept across his face and his heart started to thrum with the excitation of the pure nearness of their tender flesh. Still, he did not move a muscle under the soft sound of a greeting wafted over to his ears. Carefully rearranging his face into something much more charming, Lucifer raised his head. There was one black and one nearly white; two perfect opposites that were in for the same kind of ending, if all went well today. He shuffled his hindquarters around in order to face the pair better. “Good day to you,” he said in his warm baritone voice. His mind whirred behind his eyes, sizing up both. He flashed a smile and watched as they approached. The one, the dark one, did not seem to know who he was. Well, she would know soon enough. However, he could tell by the light one’s demeanor that she knew very well who she was coming face to face with. Good, he thought.

[/i]This one should know the proper formalities then.[/i] It was hard to find a horse who remembered the ways of the court and could actually enact them when around royalty and the like. Perhaps she was noble; he couldn’t tell. His nobles had fled when he had disappeared for a while, brooding over his next plan of action. He would have to reinstate the houses once more. “I am Lucifer.” The name was not much, but most knew it. They would know him by his title, more like, but no matter. “Has the spring brought you out to taste the air as it has me?”

ooc: Let's get this party started![/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]