The Army Rises

[.๑whovian๑.]

All was still and pale. The fog was so thick it was like snow, except it could be brushed away by the slightest movement. Even as the dark bay mare moved through the trees, she could not be seen, except for a few feet away. But she did not need to see. That was not her problem, no, it was somebody else's. Her breath could not be heard, and it was faint, terribly faint. But she was alive. Yes, she had been alive, and she always would be for more than two hundred years. Two hundred years she'd walked these misty meadows, bidding her time till this moment. She paused, a ghostly outline in the fog, and listened. Nothing. She could not hear, the silence pressed against her ears, and the only thing she could hear was the thundering of her own, rotting heart. Her eyes narrowed, and she smiled.

"Silence!" she hissed into the white. There was no response. "Show yourself! I do not fear you! I am your mistress!" The last words came out as a snarl, and she waited. A moment later, there was movement, and the fog seemed to shift, and a grey stallion made his appearance. He was tall, powerfully built, and yet he seemed like skin and bone. This was the effect of the Cursed. They looked dead, and as Silence observed her, his eyes were pearly white. He was dead. Long dead.

"Enough of that," she growled. She was not afraid of him, but she still did not appreciate him looking at her as though she were just another victim. He snorted, lowered his gaze and the two started walking through the fog together.

"Hello Des," he said softly.

"Don't you dare call me that!" she snarled. He stared at her a moment.

"Desdemona," he corrected himself. She nodded. There was a brief pause.

"Have you found him?" the stallion questioned. It was evident that this was the reason he had found her. Desdemona merely nodded. "Where is he?" he asked excitedly. Desdemona looked at him and smirked.

"Where do you think we're going?" she said.

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They walked for a long time, over an hour. Soon, they came to a steep incline, which brought them out of the fog. Almost as soon as they reached the top, they found their way barred by a horse. A tall, Gypsey Vanner. Silence glared at the horse.

"Who are you?" he hissed. Of all his power, he was not the most intelligent. Otherwise, he would have known that Gypsey Vanner horses did not grow to seventeen hands. The horse glared at Silence, and suddenly, he collapsed. The Vanner horse stared, his dark crimson eyes boring into the white stallion. Desdemona watched, as the stallion's dead white eyes shrunk with fear. "No...no..." he whispered. "Please....!"

"Had enough yet?" the stallion said quietly. Silence screamed, a horrible, wrenching sound of pure terror that split the air. Desdemona looked at the stallion with a smile that seemed borderline loving. She looked up at him.

"I believe so," she said quietly. The stallion smiled.

"Perhaps a little more," he almost suggested to her. She chuckled. Silence let out another high pitched squeal. "Oh, he sounds like a girl. I don't like that." he sounded completely disgusted. He changed slightly, he became darker, smaller, but there were still paint markings.

Suddenly, Silence stopped writhing on the ground. He merely laid there, shaking horribly. Desdemona looked at her commander and smiled. He looked back at her, but his face was expressionless. He turned around and began walking again. Desdemona followed him.

"So, I take it you've been gathering troops?" she asked.

"Yes," the stallion said without looking at her. "And I got your horses, they're very good, thank you." Desdemona beamed.

"Five hundred of the finest, most war happy horses I could find," she said with a grin. The stallion laughed cruelly.

"Yes," he said maliciously. "Five hundred." Desdemona looked at him, confused. They approached the ridge of a valley, and the stallion stopped. Moments later, the white stallion cantered up behind them.

"Apologies for falling behind," he said briskly. He seemed unaffected, except every few minutes he would start badly. The other two ignored him.

"Five hundred....well," said the stallion. "There are five million horses in these lands. I'd say....more like..." he paused a moment. The stallion looked out over the ridge, and pawed the ground.

A roar of wind rushed through the valley, and the mare, the hard, brutal, no surprises mare watched and her jaw dropped. A roar swept across the plain.

"SOLDIERS!" bellowed the stallion. There was a roar of response. "PREPARE YOURSELVES! TOMORROW MORNING, THE GATES OF THESE LANDS WILL OPEN, AND YOU WILL BE RELEASED!" A roar of approval ripped through the air. The stallion smiled. "BE READY FOR THE GREATEST WAR OF ALL TIME!"

He turned to look at Desdemona and Silence. "Who am I?" he said with a smile. They stared at him.

"I..." stammered Desdemona.

"I," said the stallion. "Am fear. And fear, is the best way to get over ten thousand soldiers."

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Dark Fire

they call me candle guy, 'cause baby i BURN

The news of the war had been circling the Cursed lands for weeks now but the ebony stallion had barely registered it in his mind. A war had no affect on him unless he decided to fight and he had been unsure of whether fighting would be of benefit to him but just now, when the wind roared across the his vally louder than he had heard it and the bellows of bloodlusting soldiers echoed around him, he had decided that he would fight with all his ancient wisdom. Black fire flickered around his hooves and those black eyes lit up with anticipation of the coming carnage.

The last time he had fought was way back before his troops had been contained within these lands for their deeds and it was then that his obsidian pelt had been red with the blood of his prey. Once again he wished for that to happened, for his hooves to bring many to their death and his fire to rage across the land like it hadn't in centuries. His name would come to be feared again, like it had been so long ago. Yes, it was time for him to rise again but first he had to find the once who had called all those horses to the valley for the upcoming war between good and evil, light and dark, free and cursed. Yes, it was time.

In all his regal beauty the black Arabian made his way to the stallion and the mare, his onyx eyes watching them carefully. An army of many warriors stood before him, reminding him of the last great battle he had fought but this one would be different-he would be following rather than leading. He was not quite sure if he liked that but he would have to put up with it if he was going to fight again. It would be hard for a dominant stallion like himself to be under anyone, even if it was for a fight, so dealing with being only a servant, a mindless warrior used as the leader directed so it would be difficult for him to accept the leadership and bow down to the leader of this army.

He approached the mare and stallion, his ears alert but not held nervously and stopped a respectful distance from them. "You called for warriors and so I came"

Notes/other: I'll keep that in mind and you know what would be really interesting? If Ember met Sai, since he can't feel emotions-that includes fear-

[.๑whovian๑.]

*yo mazz* just as a little precaution, I just want you to know that any horse that comes in contact (not divine might I add) is subject to his powers. It might affect him differently, but he can basically do the same thing he did to Silence to any horse that approaches him....just so you know. :D

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ooc(completed mah post hossy!)