Shattered {Wild/Nakoma}

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Bristile

I am an ancient warrior....a Lord of Time.

The air was misty and cold, as it always was here. It just seemed to be something that came with the land. It was not difficult to see the tall black stallion meandering through the fog and the tall, swaying grass. It was dewy, and unpleasant. The grass seemed to grab at the horse's legs as he walked, like lost souls scrabbling at him for help, crying out, begging to be released. He ignored the sensation, as he lipped at the long strands of grass. Many Cursed horses could not, and did not need to eat, but some of them did anyways. Or at least, they pretended. The black stallion, whose white blaze was clean and almost pure white, was like those horses. He was also one of those who believed in dignity; he kept himself clean as possible, but was not unusually clean. he was like any other poor soul who wanted to appear as normal as possible, and try to at least look like they weren't rotting on the inside.

But he was not.

He was not a Cursed horse at all. He called himself Nyx, of the night, but that was not his real name. It was impossible for any other horse, even a God to tell who he really was. His name was Bristile, and he was the Lord of Time. The only thing that could possibly give a very small hint of the ancient god inside was his eyes; they were dark, and lonely, sad and ancient, but very mortal. Even so, even she would not be certain it was him. He did not wish to be disguised, it shattered him to have to appear this way, but he could not appear any other way. What if Ember were to discover his relationship with the mare? He would definitely use that knowledge against him, and the stupid colt certainly could not detect Bristile. Maybe Kalli could have, but this did not concern her....well, it did, but she was elsewhere. She had other things to do.

As a matter of fact, so did he. His schedule was full, and he barely had enough time to do all of that, let alone this, but he had to see her before he became a monster. He had to see her one last time before he succumbed to war. Because war brought out the monster in the stallion. War brought out the fearsome beast that he was. He paused from his grazing, and looked around, quiet and still for a moment. He knew she would be here, Nakoma, he had seen where she was at, and knew that she would come wandering this way at some point. So here he was. Alone. Waiting. It was not uncommon for Cursed horses to simply be wandering, on their own, because unlike normal horses, that was how they spent most of their lives. Alone.

But what would become of Nakoma? What would he do? Yes, he cared for her a great deal. He...cared a lot. But how could he be with her? He was a God, never aging, and she was mortal, or, hopefully, would be mortal soon. And then what? He would watch her wither and die? Watch her grow old, or be killed by something that would be his own doing? Because that was what happened to him. The more he cared, the more he lost, and the more he had to lose. There was only so much he could take, and to love again would be too hard. But how could he not? He had considered speaking with Kalli on his dilemma, but he had decided against it. No, this was his own internal battle. He must fight it all on his own.

However, he was at least going to see Nakoma. He wanted to have a chat with her, just a talk. Maybe she would like this character he'd invented, after all, he was a handsome stallion, even though he looked Cursed...sort of. He wondered how much Nakoma had learned of the oncoming War. She had been the first one he had spoken to on the subject, and so, she had been first to know, but did she know that the barriers were breaking down? Did she know that she could wander the whole world without limitations? He prayed that she did, and if she didn't, well, he would have to think of a way of telling her without revealing himself. Could be tricky. Could be impossible. But hey, he was the Lord of Time. He could give it a try.

words; 770
muse; great
notes; not super long, but i'd say it's a good start.

[Wild@Heart]

I had changed. This was undeniable. But, I had chosen to change. I had chosen to become like this because I had felt unwanted by Bristile. I had offered him everything, everything that I had thought he had wanted, everything that he had not been able to have since becoming a god, and he had refused. This had hurt me more than I had shown, this had torn me apart from the inside out. No longer did I have hope that I would become normal once more, because I would have nothing to live for. I would much rather have died, put out of my misery to start anew when I was reborn. But then I had stumbled upon Kratos. He had changed my mind about everything, he had given me a reason to live once more. When I stopped and thought about it, did I really hate the gods and thing they were doing wrong? I was confused about the whole thing. They punished the innocent. The punished the ones who had just been protecting themselves. They punished whoever they wanted punished. No, they didn't punish. They tortured. Punishing would be something simple, something like getting swatted. Cursing the equine to live a strung out life, in which they knew they were going to die and rotting on the inside, looking like crap, that was torture. They had crossed the line when they had made us our own land, when they had deemed us unacceptable to interact with the other horses. They had crossed the line when they went past punishment and began to torture the poor souls. Did I think that any of us deserved this treatment? It was known that some equines did bad deeds without a reason, some murdered whole herds, whole species, just because they thought they were better, or that the others were polluting the gene pool. And yet, I still didn't think such crimes called for such torture. Yes, they had done wrong and made terrible decisions, but they didn't deserve to be tortured for millions of years. I would be able to understand short term vengeance, but hundreds of years? That was just ridiculous. None of this was okay, none of it. I couldn't even begin to imagine how the gods justified it. What made them think it was alright? How could they sleep at night knowing they had done this to us? And yet, while we rotted down here in their torture chambers, they were living the high life. They got to make decisions for everyone, they were allowed to rule over the world, and they seemed to take this forgranted. I wish that the positions would reverse, I wish that the cursed would rule over the land as the gods and that they would have to come down to our position. After all they had commited a worse crime than any. They had tortured millions of equines, they had watched them rot and die without blinking an eye. They had lost every shred of humanity they had, and now they were nothing but heartless monsters. And what had made them this way? Power? I wondered what they would have said if before they had been turned into gods if someone would have told them that this is what happened. Would they have still wanted this for themselves? Would they have been repulsed by their very essence?

And then there was Bristile. He had claimed to hate the way things were, he had claimed to not have taken part in any of this. I wanted to believe him, I wanted to be able to trust him, and yet it was just so easy to lie. His lips would part, and words would tumble out. And there was no way I could tell if he was speaking the truth or not. Words were just words, they meant nothing. It was no harder to lie than it was to tell the truth, so what would have stopped him from doing such? But he had brought me through the portal with him, he had taken me to Mirror Lake, and I had been exposed to his worst nightmare. There he had opened up to me, there I had offered him everything, and there he had refused. Never before had I been so hurt, felt so unloved. He had given me hope, he had allowed me such a glorious thing, and then he had managed to crush it. Every. Little. Bit. This hurt worse than anything else, not that he cared. But part of me believed that he did. After all, he had brought up the whole subject in the greatest counsel of all. He had been the lawyer for us, he had made a plea bargain for our side. So, he musn't be so bad, right? He must have been telling the truth, was he not? There seemed to be so very many questions, and I just didn't have enough answers. If he was on our side, then why did he refuse me and my offer, why did he seem so repulsed by the whole idea? This was what I could not figure out. Maybe he was ashamed that he had been in the cursed lands and talking to such a rancid creature in the first place, and if he allowed himself to look past this then it would just bring him more embarrasment. Or maybe he was scared, maybe he was scared to love again because it hadn't turned out great the first time. But this hardly seemed possible. After all, he was the great god of time. He had knowledge far beyond others, and he of all people would surely know that things never turned out the same way twice. He would have known that things between me and him would have been different, and yet he still refused me. Which left me believing that he was repulsed by me, ashamed of me, and all around unwilling to be seen with me. It was something that I didn't like, not in the least, but I would have to live with it. There was nothing I could do about it, no way I could change how things were. I would continue to rot from the inside out, I would soon be a walking skeleton and he wouldn't even recognize me. What kind of creature would want to be near that? Obviously not him, although I was almost sure that he also had the power to change me. So why did he not? Did he think that my sins were so bad? I wasn't sorry for them, not one little bit. Did he think that I deserved the torture I was recieving? Because it sure seemed like it. Yes, he had managed to get the cursed to be allowed to wander through regular realms, but that was even worse than being grouped together. For many, the normal equines would stare, unable to believe their very eyes. Some would let out a blood currdling scream, appald by the state we were in and unable to bear to be near us. This was the most terrible of all, knowing that others were scared of us, that others thought we were nasty monsters. We hadn't been monsters until they had made us this way.

And that was why I needed to fight. Which was why I needed Kratos. No one else could be counted on to know what we wanted, no one else could be counted on to save us. I had tried that already, I had tried putting my trust in a god, and it had turned out bad. So I was past that now, it was too late for them. I would never forgive them, any of them. They were the reason for this, and now they would pay. I was with Kratos, I would stand by his side and be loyal through everything. Bristile had once been the figure I had seen as such, but now he meant nothing to me anymore. He was just a mere figure who we were supposted to worship. A worthless god if you ask me. And that was why I was here, walking through the lands of the cursed once more. I was in the valley of the lost, and yet I was hardly lost. I was just passing through, making my way back to Kratos. He was who I needed, he was just what I needed. I couldn't channel this angry energy on my own, I needed him for that. I needed him to guide me, to tell me what to do. And he needed me. He needed me to stand by his side, to be loyal and run armies for him. He needed me to be able to handle standing at a high rank in his army, and most of all he needed me to want this. And I did, I wanted this more than anything in the world. Part of me wondered what would happen if we killed the gods and godess', what would happen if all of them died. I've wanted to ask the great stallion Kratos, and yet I've been to afraid. Not afraid that he'd be mad, but afraid that he'd tell me the answer and it would be one I wouldn't want to hear. The gods could only change us back, and once they were gone we would die too. There would be no way to save ourselves. But in the end I'd rather die a noble death than a cowardly one. I'd rather die knowing that I saved others from such terrible torture, and that my life had been worth something to someone. That would mean at least something to me, more than living in such a state and dieing of decay would. I'd be a hero, I'd be a high ranked mare that others would tell their children about. I would be passed on in stories, from generation to generation, and in all reality I would never really die. That I could live with, that I could die for.

My footsteps were silent as I walked through this eerie land. Right now I was venturing straight through one of the canyons, a place where few mares dared to go. I had to admit, if I hadn't been toughened in the last few days, if I hadn't made the change, then I would probably have never been caught dead here. And yet as the fog swirled around my tendons and grabbed at my pillars, I kept moving forward, following the tiny dear path. As the charcoal gas continued to rise and grow thicker with every step, I continued to move forward. My senses were impared here, the fog playing tricks upon my mind. Nostrils quivered, and yet I could only smell the dank mist. My twin peaks stood alert, twisting in all directions, and yet I could only hear the echo of my own heart beat. My sapphire pools searched, and yet I could only see a few inched in front of me. Really, I wasn't scared. After all, what did I have to be scared about? All the cursed avoided eachother, and if an equine was to stumble into my path it would be more scared of me than I of it. I had partaken in my fair share of battles, and I wasn't scared to partake in more. So there was nothing for me to worry about here, or at least that was what I continued to reassure myself.

And then there was an ebony beast, a leggy creature, standing upon my path. I hesitated, stopping all movement, as I eyed him over. He knew I was there, and his mask was filled with hidden joy, his pools instantly drawn to me. I felt as if this horse had been waiting for me, as if he had been expecting me to come this way. At first I thought that it might be the mare Kratos had been talking about, the mare that was his second in command, and yet it was a stallion. He appeared to be cursed, just as cursed as me, and yet there was something different about him. His aroma, it smelled slightly of rotting flesh, and yet there was something else entirely underneath. And as I gazed into his pools, as my own became locked with his, my mind began to wander back to Bristile. I had seen him in his dragon form, but the chesnut stag was what I remembered the best. And soon the beast that stood before me slowly began to change. No longer was he an ebony stallion with legs that appeared way to long, but enough muscle to make up for it. Now he was the tall, wide shouldered stallion that I had come to know so well. Everything seemed to change with the transformation, everything but the eyes. My gaze never faltered, searching deep within the pools that seemed never ending. And then he was gone again, the deep crimson color turning ebony once more, tassels matching. And yet, his eyes were still the same. My heart skipped a beat before quickening, crania tilting slightly as I took a few steps forward, mouth opening to speak. Bristile. It was not a question, but a soft word of confirmation that I had mumbled in a hushed whisper to myself.

And then it was gone, it was all gone. As I had moved forward, walking towards the stallion, my face had been aglow with a light of hope, body elegant and held proper. And then I remembered, and then every hurt that he had ever done to me came rushing back, and with it came the anger. My mask was now holding betrayal, pools smoldering like fire, as I stopped moving once more. I wanted to give him a chance to explain, I wanted to believe that he had a reasonable explanation, and yet I couldn't allow myself. The image of Kratos popped into my head, his voice dark and whispering in the back of my brain. He would want me to stay strong, he wouldn't want me to let this stallion take control once more. And that's just what I would do, I would take control for the very first time.

Words: 2,382
Muse: O.o
Other: Need I say more?

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[.๑whovian๑.]

Bristile

I am an ancient warrior....a Lord of Time

Bristile had picked the correct spot to graze and wait. He stood there, in the dark, and the cold, waiting for mere minutes when he heard her footfalls, and his eyes caught her form. There she was, just as lovely as the day he had met her, but there was something different. She was hurting, and she probably felt betrayed by him. He could sense the hurt inside those blue eyes, those mystery pools. It was hard to say what she had been through since they had last met, but he didn't really care about that at the moment. He paused, his ears flicking forward, looking at the mare as she approached with light curiosity. He wondered how well his trick was working, how completely hidden he actually was, and he had a feeling that because it was her, it was a little bit less effective. However, he was not going to let his disguise down, because there was no way that she could be certain it was him unless he told her.

The black stallion looked over the mare through interested eyes, as though he had never seen her before, and had merely strayed across her path. He snorted softly, blowing the air in swirls out of his nostrils. She was thinking, working his appearance over in her mind, trying to figure him out. He stood there, waiting for her to speak, merely being the interested young cursed stallion. For he certainly looked young.

Then, it seemed to click, and she thought she had it worked out. She walked over to him, a flicker of hope in her eyes. He did not move, he merely stared at her, his expression impossible to read. However, something changed, the way her face had seemed to light up, it was gone. Vanquished. Hurt, betrayal, and so many other powerful, terrible, and beautiful emotions took it's place, including anger. Oh yes, she was angry with him. The entire world was angry with him. Bristile reflected on this for a moment; so many souls blamed him, the Lord of Time for their suffering, because he was the all powerful Time God, couldn't he fix it? Couldn't he make everything better? Couldn't he just patch it all up? He was a tool, nothing more, but a broken tool to them. He could not speak to her as his normal self, but he could through this disguise. Ember was far away and worrying about his army, that much he knew. He would not have to worry about the wretch. Yes. That was what happened when he fell in love.

Gods and Goddesses fell in love all the time, but he could not. No, because every angry, bitter feeling he had ever expressed, every terrible thought, every ounce of revenge and sorrow had been wadded up and put into the wretched creature he called his son. Somebody hated him up there, but wait, it was himself! He was a god, wasn't he? No. No, he was not, and he was the only one that knew it. Well, maybe not the only one, but only a god knows that he is not a god. There is no such thing as a god, but a glorified, powerful creature who was just as flawed as ever. Everything was mortal. Everything died.

She spoke his name, but it was more to herself, and now she wanted him to speak. Fine. He would speak to her. She was trying to take control of the situation, but how much did she really want to know?

He dropped his curious gaze, and allowed his full personality to pour out of his eyes, and he spoke to her. His voice was a little higher than his normal voice, but even so it was fairly husky. He looked at the angry mare through deep, ancient, and dark eyes. "Hello Nakoma," he said quietly. "I can see you have been thinking of me as of late," he said in the same soft tone. There. He had done it. What he had sworn he wouldn't do when he came out here, he revealed himself, but he was still the dark stallion, the leggy black creature with the white face and the old eyes.

But what was it to have old eyes? Did it mean wisdom? Ember was old, but did that make him wise. And yet so was the Doctor, a more recent acquaintance who had more wisdom and age than some of the gods, by Bristile's reckonings. He looked at Nakoma's accusing stare. He did not wish to say anything else, but he felt obliged to under the vicious stare of the female. Damn women. Bristile could not help the anger that boiled in his stomach, but he kept it concealed easily by the deep sadness that haunted him. "Oh Nakoma," he said softly. "My dearest mare."

He had nothing more to say.

words; 825
muse; returning
notes; sorry i was gone forever, but im back now ;D. Anywhoo, a little different response than I had originally planned....but we will have to see how this goes.

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[Wild@Heart]

My facial features were strong now, brows pulled together and lips parted in a noble manner. As I stood, my posture was perfect, whipcord billowing around my hind pillars, mane framing my dished face perfectly. My twin peaks stood at attention, positioned toward the black beast as I listened closely, waiting for him to speak. I could hear his breathing, the thumps of his heart, and it was almost as if they too were worn out, exhausted. And yet my mask showed no sympathy, much like he hadn’t when he had so easily turned his back upon me.

As I stared at him, gaze harsh, he dropped his own, as if he was too ashamed to even look at me. No longer were his pools clouded, but clear and his own. For a moment they stayed this way, before he returned his gaze. His pools had changed since our last meeting. He seemed older now, almost too old. He seemed almost tired of life, as if he were ready to die. My heart beat quickened, thinking about living without him, and yet I hardly needed him. After all I was already living without him, already attempting to tear him from my life, but it was so obviously not working. This encounter was proof of that. So easily I wanted to give in, to warm him with my embrace, to become his other half. And yet I was managing to stay strong, holding on by merely a thread. I wondered if he could see this, wondered if he knew, and yet I knew that my mask was a shield, unyielding.

Hello Nakoma. His voice was deep and gravely as he just barely got the welcome out above a broken whisper. My heart leapt when he spoke, when his lips parted and from them came my calling. And yet no emotion played upon my face, no sign of what was showing in my frame. I can see you have been thinking of me as of late. As he accused me of such a thing, my blank stare went from just that to a death glare. If looks could kill, then he would be falling into his death bed at this very moment. My harks were now hidden among my windblown tassels, top lip curled back as ivories glistened in the evening sun. And I waited to speak, waited to give him a piece of my mind, for I knew he was not yet done speaking. Oh Nakoma, my dearest mare.

I took a step forward, positioning my cave next to his ear as a low growl rumbled through my core. Do not tell me what I have and have not been doing as of late. It was of little importance to you before, and so it should be of no importance to you as of now. In fact, I would much rather have you stay as far away from me as possible. I took a step back, my gaze as cold as ever. And yet, on the inside this was tearing me apart. I was happy to hear that he had been thinking about me, that he had been keeping track and knew what I was up to. And then there was the lie that I had told, when really I wanted to be a part of his everyday life. But I needed to do this, I needed to move on. He was no longer good for me, and this was the only way to rid myself of the poison. I needed to suck out the venom.

Words: 595
Muse: Ugh!
Other: Wow. She's alot more spiteful then I had planned. But, things should turn around soon. I hope.

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[.๑whovian๑.]

Bristile

I am an ancient warrior....a Lord of Time.

She was angry, oh, he knew that. He could taste her words before they even left her mouth, could feel their sting, there cold fury. He looked at her steadily, his expression not changing in the least. However, the glare did not affect him as he thought it would. She didn't like the fact that he could read her body language upon seeing him, the fact that she recognized him almost immediately. No, of course it was all his fault in the end. That was how it was meant to be. He would always be the one who was blamed, because it was so easy. Running out of Time. Not enough Time. Time goes to quickly. Time goes to slowly. Did she even think for a moment before she spoke? No. She didn't. She did not realize the danger it was for him just to see her, and he realized it was not a mistake he would be making again any time soon.

He did not flinch as the mare stepped closer, her teeth bared, and her eyes shooting daggers. As she stepped up to him, he felt her warm breath, and took in her scent, enjoying it and hating it at the same time. Then, she spoke in a growl in his ear. The accusations. They always came, yes, it was always his fault. He listened until she had finished ranting at him, and then she took a step back. The black stallion did not move, he simply looked at her, her words pounding in his brain. Well now, Nakoma, Nakoma, we get to see the real side now, don't we? His face was impassive as he looked at the seething mare. He could tell that she really didn't want to be away from him at all, so what was she going for, guilt? That was her big mistake....the guilt trip. Why would he feel guilty for pain he could not control? If he felt guilty about everything he would have ended up like Ember. Cold and brutish, purging himself of all guilt so as not to feel the pain of it anymore.

Bristile raised his head a little, looking over the mare, and smiled. It was not a warm smile, or a welcoming smile, but neither was it sinister. It was hard to place that look. "What did you expect Nakoma?" he said softly. He did not yell, he did not snarl. His eyes portrayed no emotion, which was probably the scariest part of it. "Did you expect me to scoop you up? Did you expect me to solve all your problems and make everything better? That I would stay by you every moment and never leave your side, be completely faithful and never let you down? You are not the first creature to have spoken to me like that Nakoma, and you will not be the last either." Then, the anger came in. He couldn't do it anymore. He refused it, every stinking mare that cast him googly eyes and he felt somewhat attracted to ended up being like this.

"I don't have time to babysit you Nakoma. I care about you, I care about your well being, and if you don't think I do then I will put Ember on a higher scale of feeling than you, and that is saying something. Did you even consider the risk I am taking right now just to see you? Did you ever even think that I have a job to do? I'm trying to make a new future, and you're accusing me of not caring about you. I don't have time for this Nakoma, I never, have enough time. I can never save everyone, I can never be with everyone, and I can NEVER WIN! I don't age Nakoma. Did you think of that? This old, dusty soul of mine is trapped in a body that will never grow old, and I've given you the gift of life, something I don't have, because life isn't living if you can't die! "

His voice hardly changed pitch, but there was pain there, and there was anger. He stared at her, unmoving, well aware of how painful his words were. No, not all of them were true, but there was truth in almost every word. He wanted to turn away and leave her right then and there, but that would do him no good. No, it wouldn't help him at all. Why did nobody understand the way he felt? The Doctor probably did to an extent, he was almost as old as Bristile (possibly older), but he wasn't about to talk to the scrawny old brute like that. Kalli understood. Kalli always understood. She wasn't perfect, but she was somebody to talk to. Her job was different than his, and he often wondered how she felt about living on and on forever. But that wasn't right, was it? Even though he was a god, he didn't feel like he could live forever. Living forever was impossible. And the harder it was for you to die, the more brutal your death would be.

words; 876
muse; O.o
notes; whoa......Bristile is MAD. I did NOT expect him to get that mad........

[Wild@Heart]

The smile that he responded with, it sent chills down my spine. It held no warmth at all, instead turning the air around us cold. And yet it wasn’t as hateful as my own had been, instead it appeared to hold more knowledge, more sorrow, then any one beast should have to bear. I could understand this, relate to this, and instantly the anger that had overcome me only moments ago began to disappear. No longer was Kratos underneath my every decision, no longer was he controlling my mindset. Right now I needed to clear my mind, to be everything that I needed to be. This was Bristile that I was talking to, not some wounded pup that was trying to get revenge. And so I pushed everything to the back of my mind, cleared all emotion from my mask, and once again took control as I waited for his calm response.

And yet that was not what came. His words, they were spoken in a soft tone, and yet I could feel the strength behind each one. His lecture, it was powerful and moving, and each word stung in its own way. What did you expect Nakoma? Did you expect me to scoop you up? Did you expect me to solve all your problems and make everything better? That I would stay by you every moment and never leave your side, be completely faithful and never let you down? And the worst part of it all was that I had expected this, or at least some of it. I had expected him to drop his whole life for me, for him to be able to push past his past and allow me to enter his life. I had expected for him to scoop me up, for him to carry me above all of my problems and create a better world for me. And yet none of that had happened, or even almost happened. Instead reality had hit, my world crashing down around me even harder than it had before. Before him and how he led me on, before he opened up to me and me to him. Before I ever met him. But would I take it back if I had the chance? Would I trade all the memories we had shared together for the release of all my hurt? Of course I wouldn’t, because in the end this would just be another step in my journey of life. He was just another obstacle that I would have to push through to get to what I really wanted, the real world that was waiting for me at the end of my dark tunnel. And maybe if I was lucky, if I was really lucky, then he would be at the end of this tunnel waiting for me. But the words that he spoke next, they made me doubt that.

You are not the first creature to have spoken to me like that Nakoma, and you will not be the last either. Those very words turned my insides to ice, froze my very heart. How many other mares had he done the very same too, lead them on and pretended like he cared just to crush them in the end? How many other mares would come after me, feeling the very same emotions, the same hurt and pain? Would there be no end, after all he was the god of time? There was no end for him, so would things just continue on as they had before me, and would after? Would eternity see this? Would eternity be the forever watching eye? The guilt that he wouldn’t feel? The sorrow that they would know but he wouldn’t?

I don’t have time to babysit you, Nakoma. I care about you, I care about your well being, and if you don’t think I do then I will put Ember on a higher scale of feeling than you, and that is saying something. Did you ever consider the risk I am taking right now just to see you? Did you ever even think that I have a job to do? I’m trying to make a new future, and you’re accusing me of not caring about you. I don’t have time for this Nakoma. I never have enough time. I can never save everyone, I can never be with everyone, and I can never win. I don’t age Nakoma. Did you think of that? This old dusty soul of mine is trapped in a body that will never grow old, and I’ve given you the gift of like. Something I don’t have because life isn’t living if you can’t die. I took a deep breath, letting it out in one long sigh, and with it went the last of my anger. If he actually thought less of me than Ember, than of the sun he had grown to hate, I could barely imagine the impression I had left upon him. I had been wrong to let my temper run away with me, this I known knew, but it was too late to take it back. It was too late to take any of it back. What was done was done, and now we could only move forward. I had been selfish, I hadn’t considered the risk he was taking right now, just to come and have a talk with me. I had just assumed that he was invincible, that he made his own rules being that he was a god. But his words told me differently, and now it was my turn to be overcome with guilt. This whole time I had been thinking about myself, not even stopping and taking a moment to consider what he was going through, had went through. And now it all came rushing in at once, the flood gates breaking, as his long kept emotions overcame me. I could only imagine how hard it had been for him to open up to me, to even offer to help me when he knew that it was his life on the line. And then his one true fear had been exposed to me, his past thrown in his face. He was strong, much stronger than I, and he had managed to stay upright through this all. And here he was once more, again risking all that he had.

I never have enough time. Those words echoed through me hear over and over again, stuck on repeat. He was the god of time, he could do with it as he pleased, and yet even he found himself with a lack of it. This I would never have thought to be so and yet the words came out of his very lips. He was right, he had a job to do, and in no way did this job contain a lowlife mare. I now understood that, but I wasn’t ready to lose him yet. I wouldn’t give up without a fight. So my cave slowly parted, voice soft as I spoke to him now. I was begging him to understand, to give me another chance. Bristile, I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I hadn’t meant to snap, or for things to go this far. You see, you just opened so much up inside of me when I met you, allowed me to hope and feel again. And with this, I came to want to be so much more than friends with you. I still do. I wanted to be the one to save you, as you have done me. I wanted to be the one to turn your dreams into a reality, and it was painful when you rejected my offer. But I understand the reasoning behind it; I understand that you did what you thought you had to do. But you’re a god, and that shouldn’t mean having to punish yourself, no keep everything that makes you happy away. That is, if I even make you happy. I don’t know what to think anymore, what to feel. I can’t move on with my life always thinking about what could have been. My emotions were all over the place now, and I let them leak out into my words, I allowed him that in to my inner workings. If he had ever wondered what had been going on in my mind, now he would know. He would know everything, and I wasn’t ashamed about this one little bit.

Do you love me Bris? My voice was barely above a whisper as I spoke this single statement, hope oozing from each shaped letter. Because I love you. And there it was, my true feelings revealed. I don’t just love the way you smell, or the way your touch feels. I love the way you manage to stay strong through every little thing that comes your way, and how you care about me and go out of your way to make sure that I’m okay. I love the way your eyes sit upon your head, appearing as the oldest thing upon your whole frame. And when I look into those eyes it’s as if I’m staring into the past itself, as if all those long lost stories are just waiting to be told. I love the way I feel so safe when I’m with you, the way I feel as if nothing else matters and no one else can ever harm me. I paused here, judging his reaction as I took a moment to breath. My pools, they were locked upon his as the truth spilled forth from my cave.

But none of this matters if you don’t feel the same. And there it was, my last statement awaiting an answer. Once again I had put myself out there, understanding that there was a possibility of me getting hurt. But I trusted Bris, and I honestly thought that he would feel the same way. After all, how many times did the might god feel a flame as bright as this in his millions of years alive? I was guessing, maybe only once before. But only his answer would confirm this, and with it I would either be wrapped up in his warm caress, or be left even farther broken than when we had started.

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Bristile

I am an ancient warrior...A Lord of Time.

Bristile watched the mare softening. He could practically see her anger smoothing out as he looked at her, waiting for her reply. As he looked at her, he realized that she was rather beautiful; her unusual coat color, and her flaxen mane and tail, the light liver type chestnut coat, and those mysterious eyes. He was willing to listen to what she had to say, but he feared her words as well. He looked back on the time he met her, had poured out many of his feelings on her, dumped them on her as though she were his therapist. He had showed her many things, taught her his beliefs, and she had believed him. His mind wandered further and further into that time at mirror lake. They had discovered Hope, and the monster, and Nakoma had learned of his past, his daughter. And then, she had offered herself to him, and that had terrified him. Yes, he had been in love, but was it real? He didn't know anymore....

Bristile was dragged back to earth once again when Nakoma was speaking, her soft voice drifting out to him, her words flowing over him like water. He listened. Did she still love him? He had a feeling that he was about to find out. He listened to her words, and realized that she had wanted to make him feel better. And she wanted to be with him in the only way that he could not. She wanted to be more than friends, and he hardly knew her, yet he felt like he'd known her for a long time already. However, her words were even scarier this time than the first. Of course, it hadn't just been painful when he had rejected her, it had been heartbreaking. That was what worried him. He could not live with her without breaking her heart. He listened as she told him that he should not have to punish himself. To be away from those he cared about.

Then, she asked him. That question that everybody wants to hear the answer too, but at the same time, fear it as well. Did he love her? However, it was not that question that made his heart drop down to the very pits of hell. It was not the things she said about him, it was not the way she felt about him, in fact, many of those things warmed him inside. Because there was one thing that scared Bristile more than anything else in the world, and it was one little sentence that shattered him into a million pieces. His expression had not changed, much, his eyes were still stony with anger, but suddenly, all of that changed. Horror replaced it. Horror at what he had done, and was doing again. It was not her fault, of course not, it would never be her fault. No, it was his fault. He would rather she hated him, rather she spit in his face, but not this. Anything but what she was saying.

She felt safe with him. She trusted him completely. She wanted to save him, and she thought he would always come for her, always save her, and always keep her from harm. She had faith in him. Ultimate faith. She loved him, she wanted to be with him forever, but that was not possible. His throat burned, and he was immediately transported to the past, to the screams of his daughter, of his beautiful little girl, and her mother, Kora as they died. They had put their ultimate faith in him. And because they had done that, because he had said those three little words to them, they had been destined for death. He had watched his daughter Mariah die at the hands of the sea; presumably an accident, but no. It had been Ember. He had watched his beautiful Kora ripped apart by the demonic creatures of fear that Ember had created inside her, watched her attack herself, and then him, watched her bleed to death at his own hand; he had been protecting himself, and he had killed her.

Nakoma loved him. Not seconds ago, she had spit furies at him, and now she confessed her love. Bristile was in shock, and he was terrified. He did not respond for a few moments, he simply stared at Nakoma, trying desperately to think of something to say. How had he let this happen? He had loved her, of course he had, but she was going to die, and that was inevitable if she stayed with him. War or no war. His throat burned, and he forced that awful lump back down his throat, his mind buzzing. He knew what he had to say. He knew what he had to do. As much as he hated it, he knew he had to do it. He was not going to lie to her, and he knew it was going to break her heart all over again. She did not understand. In his dreams, he would save the world, he would save everybody, but that was out of his reach. No, what he ended up doing was breaking hearts. And that was his life. He took a deep breath.

"No." he said softly. "Not in the way you want me too, but yes, Nakoma I do love you. But I'm scared for you, because Nakoma, I cannot allow you to feel safe around me. You are never safe with me, because if you are with me, horses will be jealous, and I cannot be here to protect you all the time. I cannot be your reason for living, and you cannot be mine. I cannot win Nakoma. It is the curse of being the Lord of Time; I can never win. I'm so, so sorry for the pain I caused you, and I wish for you to be happy, but I will never make you happy, because I will always be gone. I cannot be by your side every day Nakoma. But I do love you."

The words hurt coming out of his mouth, because he hated causing others pain. It was torturous, but it had to be done. Maybe he would see her again, and maybe she would forgive him. Maybe they could be friends. "I was so selfish the day we met. You are so special Nakoma, you carry so much hope within you. The world needs that kind of hope, don't ever lose it. I wanted to see you grow, I wanted to see you become a new horse, the first Cursed horse to be truly mortal and alive again, and I wanted the glory for myself, to say that I saved you, that I brought you back. But I didn't," he stopped, and he looked directly into her eyes. "I said words, Nakoma, and you listened, but I didn't save you." He paused again. He needed her to be independent of him, he needed her to be strong, and he hoped, he prayed that she could, because he could not be with her anymore. It was too painful, and he did not love her in the way she loved him.

"You did."

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His expression changed little; face still a hard expression, anger apparent in his warm chocolate pools. My own topaz pools were locked upon his, my brows furrowed with concern. I could see something else behind the anger, a hidden emotion, and I was digging, sorting through his expression to be able to pull this very feeling out. At first I was confused at what it could possibly be, but then without a doubt it hit me. He was scared, terrified. As his expression was now clear, my own changed. No longer was my head raised, senses alert, but now my neck was lowered, pools peering up at him with a look of longing and hurt. I wanted this so bad, I wanted him to accept me. I wanted him to want me, and yet he didn’t.

I waited as he thought; I could practically see the gears grinding in his head. This dramatic pause left me unsettled, and yet part of me hoped that it was only there so that he would come to the realization of love. And then he took a deep breath to begin his rant, my own breath catching in my throat as I waited to hear his response. I hoped, prayed, that it would be as sweet and endearing as my own, but deep down I knew that it wouldn’t. The terror, the utter horror, that I had seen in his expression made me doubt his love, made me doubt everything. And so as he began I couldn’t breathe, my pools still locked upon his for the moment being. No, not in the way you want me too. But yes, Nakoma, I do love you. Instantly my heart sank, and my cold stare dropped to the ground. I wanted to be a turtle, to crawl back into my shell and pretend that none of this had happened, was happening, and yet I still allowed the full force of emotion to be visible. My pools were distant now, as if I was somewhere else, and yet still overcame with hurt and betrayal. But I’m scared for you because, Nakoma, I cannot allow you to feel safe around me. You are never safe with me because if you are with me horses will be jealous, and I cannot be here to protect you all the time. I cannot be your reason for living, and you cannot be mine. I cannot win Nakoma; it is the curse of being the Lord of Time. I can never win. I’m so so sorry for the pain I caused you and I wish for you to be happy, but I will never make you happy because I will always be gone. I cannot be by your side every day Nakoma, but I do love you. A single tear spilled out of my orb, sliding down my face before the droplet fell to the ground. It hurt, and yet I knew I wasn’t ready to give up yet. If he didn’t want to be with me only for my own happiness, then this was still an argument that I could win, would win. I was determined to make him understand, and no longer were my pools filled with hurt and self pity, but determination.

I was so selfish the day we met. You are so special Nakoma; you carry so much hope within you. The world needs that kind of hope. Don’t ever lose it. I wanted to see you grow; I wanted to see you become a new horse, the first Cursed horse to be truly mortal and alive again, and I wanted the glory all for myself. To say that I saved you, that I brought you back. But I didn’t. I said words Nakoma and you listened. But I didn’t save you. He paused here and my cave slid open, words running through my mind as I attempted to grab at them and put them in order for my reply. He would hear what I had to say, he would hear it clearly and understand my reasoning. I would allow him to love me, give him the words and speech that he needed to allow himself to open up his heart and find love once more. But yet, it was not as easy as it seemed, and I was still struggling to put together the right words.

You did. I knew this was his closing statement, his last little sentence before he listened to what I had to say, and now I picked my crown up off the ground, posture perfect once more as I let my golden eyes lock with his. Everything about me leaked confidence and strength now, no longer was I the weak mare that he had first stumbled upon early the day, but the strong mare that he had first met and taken a liking to. Once again my heart was beating at a steady pace, and I could feel my own strength pulsing through my veins. Whether or not he stayed with me, I would survive. My life would continue, and I would live. But either way, I would never stop loving him. If I let him walk away, if I didn’t give it my all and know I tried my best, he would forever be my biggest regret. And so, my speech would start, my voice soft and yet strong and demanding of him to listen closely all at once.

You’re scared for me because you can’t keep me safe? I’ve survived for many years without your protection and will continue to do so. I do not love you because you have protected me, that is in no way what makes me feel safe with you. I feel safe because I know I can be myself around you, because I know that I don’t have to pretend to be anyone else and that I can show my true emotions without being judged. And if horses are jealous, well that’s their problem. I understand what you’re saying; I understand what you’re getting at. You don’t want to put me at risk, but knowing what I know I should be the one to make that choice. I understand what being with you means, I understand the risks I would be taking, and the danger I would be in. I understand that you have a job that needs to be done, and that I wouldn’t be your priority. But it should be my own choice; I should be able to decide what’s best for me and what I want for myself. My long rant was down now, and I took a deep breath. Stepping forward, I stopped when my chest was pressed up against his, allowing my velvety muzzle to run along his shoulder muscle and across his barrel before setting it upon his back, his stature much too tall for me to be able to wrap it around his neck.

What I want is you. My voice was barely above a whisper as I spoke. That’s my choice. I want you, with the good and the bad. I’m willing to take it all. Love is worth the risk, you’re worth the risk. It’s the choice I’m making, the risk I’m willing to take not only for you, but for myself. I could never forgive myself if I let you go, and that alone would be much worse than anything that could happen. At least we’d be together; at least we’d have each other. I stopped once more, allowing my tongue to slip out and caress his back, my tender touch warming my own heart. I wished he would stop time now, that we could live in this moment together forever. This was exactly what I craved, what I wanted, even if we were seldomly together.

Can I ask you for a favor? Just one more, and then if you honestly don’t love me anymore, I’ll let you go? My voice cracked halfway through this statement now, as I thought of the favor I would ask for. I knew that it was risky, that it would be the final deciding factor for him, and that if he had made his decision already it wouldn’t change his mind in the least. No, it would only hurt me more if in the end he finally decided he needed to rid me of his life altogether. But this was something I needed to do, the only way I knew how to try my very best to keep him. And hopefully he would be willing to give us at least once chance. And that was all I could do now, keep hope.

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Other: Awh. She does really love him. <3

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Bristile

I am an Ancient Warrior...a Lord of Time

He listened to her words, and it wrenched his heart. Her words were filled with a devotion, a love for him that he could not return to her. Not in the way she threw her heart at him. And her words, so full of resentment before, and now sweet like a golden drop of honey. He did not know what to make of it. He was glad that she understood his fears, in fact he practically breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad that she felt comfortable with him. However, did she truly understand the dangers of loving the Lord of Time? Did she truly understand the meaning of his curse?

She wanted him. She wanted to be with him, to take the good along with the bad, because she loved him so much. He felt his heart sinking, and yet he was also touched. It had been quite a time since somebody had so passionately loved him. He wished he could share the same feelings for her, but he could not give her what she wished. He did not shy away as she stepped near him, and though he felt slightly out of his comfort zone, he did not dislike her touch. He simply stood there, and for a moment, he lived in it. The feel of another warm, horses body against his was comforting, no matter whose it was. For that small spell, he was lost in the moment. As she spoke, he felt his heart sink. Her words repeated over and over inside his head, and he knew that her words were not true. They would not always have each other. She would soon be mortal again, and she would die, but not he. He would linger on, through time, destined to be alone forever.

Her question scared him, and yet he was curious at the same time. What sort of favor did she wish of him? He was interested, no doubt, but he was also afraid. Could he fulfill her request? He hoped sincerely that he could, if it was the least he could do for her, but it still scared him...as he did not know what she would request of him. "What favor would you ask of me?" he asked her, almost curiously. However, at that moment, something happened. He had been careful, as his mind had wandered, her touch became too much, and suddenly, as his muzzle brushed against her neck, it happened. His mind had not been closed enough, he had been too lost in his fears, his past, and he hadn't realized how dangerous her touch had been. However, by the time he realized what was happening, it was too late, and his mind became hers, and hers became his. and the two of them were thrown into the hell-hole that was Bristile's mind. The mind of Time himself.

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Fear. Death. Burning. The world engulfed in flames as war rips it apart. A lone colt, maybe three years old galloping into the fray, fighting for all he is worth. He is a tall chestnut, a young stallion with piercing dark eyes. He gallops past the two figures of Bristile and Nakoma, not seeing them. Charging into battle, five others follow him. The colt is Bristile.

The battle is at it's height as horses fight and die, and suddenly, the very sky rips apart as a massive beast, black in color in likeness to the Bristile that all in the future knows flies into the fray, and with an explosion like no other, there is a burst of golden light. Everything dissolves to black.

A new scene appears, not long after the battle. The lone colt, bloodied and wounded approaches the fallen beast cautiously. The Lord of Time has fallen, but the young colt knows not that this creature is a God. However, he is dead, and his name now lost, as he had never divulged it. The young colt touches the fallen Divine, and everything dissolves in a whirl of color and strange words, jumbles of words, with meanings, or not? They fall through the air.

"Time... Your Time.... Time must go on.... Fall as you will....Your life a plan....yours to control.....You will march as the Ancient Warrior of Time itself, ageless and ancient...."

"NO!"

Screams. Death. Blackness. The chestnut stallion stands alone on a hill, his eyes now ancient. He is now Time, he feels and knows all of Time. He is ever alone.

The world darkens, and Time lingers on....and on....madness...peace....war.....love..... There is an explosion of color, of faces, love, life, madness, death, fear.

Suddenly, everything is crystal clear. Bristile is standing in front of a tall bay stallion, eying him with cold fury. The stallion looks unconcerned, even as mighty Time prepares to destroy him, and send his fleeing soul to Hades to suffer for eternity. They are silent for a moment, when finally, the Lord of Time speaks.

"You have destroyed a portion of time, and therefore me," Bristile says, his voice low and powerful.
"So I have," the bay replies. "What are you going to do?"
"Destroy you."
"And?"
The tall chestnut stallions eyes flash. The look of hatred on his face is hard to match.
"Them as well," he said quietly. The bay laughs softly. "They will never have existed."
"And neither will I," the bay says triumphantly. Bristile, who had been looking away from the stallion, looks back with a sideways sneer, and fury crackles in his eyes, which have now turned golden.
"No," the Time God's reply is so sinister, he is like a snake, his voice a hiss, and the transformation is swift. The monster towers over the now diminished bay. The bay recoils.
"You must obey the laws of Time! I know the rules that you must keep!" the panic in the offending stallion's voice is clear. Bristile curls his lip into a snarl, his eyes burning gold, his frame quivering.
"Time obeys ME!" his voice rises to a roar, and he charges, sinking golden teeth into the horse's neck and the scream rents the air...

A calmer, much more heartbroken Time walks slowly through the forest, shaking visibly. His realm is disturbed, ripped, and must be repaired. One repair is made. Twelve more must be made as well. Twelve souls lost, never to be remembered, except by three, who are destined to linger on, suffering, remembering until their deaths and then the twelve lives lost forever - never existing. The ailing stallion comes across the group, and they recoil at his appearance. Time's intention is clear. And once again the screams rip through the air as their existance is destroyed.

"Have faith......I love you....never.....separated.......our lives shall be one! Forever! LIAR!"

"Too much too lose.....I cannot do this....I CANNOT GO ON!"

The Lords and Lady's of the universe gather, Bristile with his withered pillar, forever the smallest, forever his, and yet he is green.

"Time has chosen a new leader.....four thousand years ago this occurred, we welcome Bristle....."

A mare. Beautiful. Dark. Wild. He knows love, pure happiness....laughter, friends, and Bristile felt joy. Bucking and playing with the mortals, they did not know his true identity. More memories flash through his head - friendship. So long, so many lost, perhaps a bit more? Everything dissolves and suddenly they are alone, images flash - the two nuzzling each other, then a young colt - silky bay in color, and a beautiful dark filly.

Drowning.
Screms.
Embers.
Fire.
Death.
Pain.
Loss.

Bristile faces his grown son, his grief and power surging through the air as the young god cowers in the shadow of his father. Bristile's eyes are a deep gold. His black form contrasts, his teeth bared, his talons flexing in the dirt. The young god Ember cowers, fear vivid on his face.

"You shall be fear, for that is what you are," Bristile snarls. "You're life will be a living hell, an ongoing existence of pain and sorrow. You shall roam the skies and the land feeling the terror of all living things."

A piercing roar splits the scene, and the images get even more complex. Things strange, and familiar. The faces of strangers, the faces of friends, Ember's smiling face.

Nightmares. Nightmares.....Nightmares come to life. Shadows moving in the darkness. Bristile, the lone Warrior walking slowly ahead of an army. Faceless horses fall. A burning golden star destroys a mountain. The mare standing next to Bristile as they watch these scenes lying in a pool of blood in the grass. More dead. Some living. Those who were dead become alive. Some corpses. Corpses fade. The Hope's grey outline, shining brightly. Hope dissolving to dust.

Black.

Darkness.

Death.

Time.

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Bristile wrenched himself from Nakoma's side, severing the connection with a horrified squealing sound. He staggered, and stood some ten feet away from her, breathing heavily. The force of what they had just gone through was enough to knock a mortal horse out for several hours, possibly kill them. However, Nakoma was not a mortal, she was still cursed, though she was liberated from her cursed prison. He did not know how it would affect her, but it would. That much was certain. He was badly shaken, as many memories he had forced to the back of his mind had resurfaced in a matter of minutes, and they had barely scratched the surface of his memories.

And not all of it was memory. Some of it was far more terrifying. The future. He was not going to tell Nakoma exactly what each one meant, as he did not wish to tell her, and he could not. They were possible outcomes. Things that might be, and things that would be. Little was certain, and what was certain, he would not divulge. It was his unspoken oath - to never share the certain future. He looked at Nakoma warily, hurt, and angry with himself for what he had done. "Are you alright?" he asked her. His heart pounded with ferocity. Foolish old man! What had he done?

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notes; okay, so I WONT be getting any more posts up tonight....but this should be interesting to ANYONE who reads it. I will take a moment to explain the italics/Bristile's memories and the future he saw. By his wandering stupid mind, and Nakoma's touch, he accidentally took her into his mind, or put himself in hers, either or. Using his powerful memory, his raving God mind took them for an unwilling tour through Bristile's history, which I have put in present tense to make it even more confusing and clear that it is to be read more like a script that a book/roleplay idk. It's not supposed to make sense, but some of it should. If you have a question, pm me. Hehe.

That was extremely very muchly fun.

[Wild@Heart]

What favor would you ask of me? His emotions were well contained as he spoke, tone revealing nothing other than mild curiosity and slight hesitation. But his voice was not what I was focused upon this time, instead I was paying more attention to the fact that our hide was touching, no barriers in between as our body heat was shared with the other. My body was tingling, mind shocked with bliss, as we grew closer to one another, discovering more. His velveteen muzzle had merely brushed against my neck, enough to send shivers down my spine, and yet it was enough to send my mind into a whirlwind. I was lost for a moment, somewhere in between, before being thrust into what I could only imagine was Bris’s past.

My figure was positioned next to a mighty chestnut stallion, a creature that had to be Bristile. I gazed at him lovingly, and yet the world around us was strange. The ground was soaked with a crimson liquid, blood, and the tops of the pines were aflame. The heat was intense, creatures around us soaked with sweat, and yet our hides were completely dry. And from the clump of battling beasts came a colt with uncanny resemblance to Bris, following behind him came 5 other youngins. Instantly they were on the battle field, shedding blood. My heart ached for them, for beasts so young to be experiencing something so gruesome, and yet there was nothing I could do. I was forced to sit back and watch them fight, watch them kill and let the knowledge sink in that they would never be the same after this. But just when I thought things would start to fizzle out, just when things were at their worst, the very sky above parts, giving birth to a creature as black as night before a golden explosion occurs and my vision goes black.

Slowly dots of color begin to come together once more, and there’s young Bristile. He is war torn, his own blood mixing with that of the dead, but he was alive as he made his way over to the raven colored body that was now upon the ground. I watch closely as he hesitantly touches the beast, muzzle against shoulder, causing a rainbow tornado that swung about words. Time. Your time. Time must go on. Fall as you will. Your life a plan. Yours to Control. You will march as the Ancient Warrior of Time itself, ageless and ancient.

[/s][/color] Was this how he came to be a god, the god of time? Was this what had happened to him, to make him the way he was today? I didn’t understand why this was so bad, surely it was a much nicer way to come into power than I had. But I wasn’t the one who had to live forever, to find the light at the end of a dark tunnel that he claimed was a curse. No! [/s][/color]The shriek sent my thoughts scattering as it was followed by many more and once again blackness took over.

The stallion, no longer a scrawny foal, stands tall upon an overlook, orbs holding all the secrets to the world. He is gorgeous, just as Bristile is now. Once more darkness takes over, but this time in it are hidden beings. There is an explosion of color, the rainbow and then some, as faces dance across my mind and emotions toy with my heart.

But as once again my vision clears, Bristile is left standing in front of a massive bay stag, each showing resentment against the other. Who is this black creature, I wonder, but get no answer before the scene continues and I must pay attention once more. Bristile looks much more angry than the other beast, his mask jaunting. You have destroyed a portion of time, and therefore me. His voice is low and holds authority as he awaits for the bay to reply, and when he does my breath catches in my throat. So I have. What are you going to do? How could he talk to such a wonderful man like that, a man so kind that he wouldn’t hurt a flea without instigation. Bristile didn’t deserve such slander, and he made it clear that he wouldn’t tolerate it. Destroy you. And? As the charcoal creature countered it was hard to miss the loathsome glare of Bris. I had never seen a gaze so filled with hate, so blood chilling, ever before and knew that things wouldn’t end well. Them as well, they will never have existed. And neither will I. No. One last statement while in horse form, and then no longer is he the lovable equine but a raging scaled dragon. You must obey the laws of Time! I know the rules that you must keep! He was grasping for reason, for support, that just wasn’t there and you could tell that he knew it was falling through. Time obeys me! And that was all it took, Bris lunging forward to sink his teeth into the soft skin of the beast.

No longer were we at that scene anymore, but at one with him walking through the forest, visibly shaken. It isn’t long before he comes upon a group, killing them all. This one worried me, and I couldn’t quite understand. He must have had a reason for killing them, and yet it hadn’t been plainly drawn out as much of the previous ones had. But I made the connection, knowing that it had something to do with the stallion that I had just witnessed, something between him and Bristile that they had somehow been connected to. Have faith. I love you. Never. Seperated. Our lives shall be one! Forever! Liar! Too much to lose. I cannot do this. I cannot go on. It was hard for my mind to grasp this. Had this been his love, his previous mate that he had had to kill? I thought so, but there was no way I could be sure.

The gods and goddesses, they now gather around their circle of pillars as a voice rings out above all others. Time has chosen a new leader. Four thousand years ago this occurred, we welcome Bristile. But quickly this scene is gone, jumping to one of a mare. She’s gorgeous and I can feel his emotions sweeping over me, the love and bliss he feels for her. But soon the two are alone, gazing and nuzzling each other lovingly as two young children stand at their side. My heart is twisted, pain shooting through my whole body. Yes, of course he had had a mortal love once. I had known this, but yet still couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t be willing to try again.

Many emotions overcome me at once before Bristile is left, his son across from him. It is clear that it pains him to do what is to come, his young son trembling. Bris shows his power, tests his authority, as he shows his pearly whites, claws leaving deep marks upon the ground. His son cowers, terrified of his own father, and I could only wonder what he had done to deserve a punishment to grand. You shall be fear, for that is what you are. Your life will be a living hell, an ongoing existence of pain and sorrow. You shall roam the skies and the land feeling the terror of all living things. A roar is heard, the scene shattering, as even more complex scenes fill the empty space. But finally everything goes black once more.

A squeal was audible, the scene still black as Bris quickly removed himself from my side. I opened my golden pools slowly, still not sure if this was the real world yet or not, but as I saw him panting I was almost sure that it was. Are you alright? His voice was worried, extremely so, and something about it told me that it should have had a much stronger effect upon me then it had. Maybe it hadn’t because he had given me only what my power was. My mind was strong enough to handle this, after all I made people remember such terrible things. Maybe that was what had happened. And although I felt exhausted, legs shaky and eyes droopy, I was able to look him straight in the eye and answer his question. Yes, I’m fine. My voice was unstable, and yet I managed to change the subject to something lighter. And now about my favor. I wanted to walk up to him once more, to at least press my muzzle against his own, but something told me that this wouldn’t be a good idea, and so instead I kept my distance, waiting a few moments for him to gain composer before I spoke.

All I’m asking for is one night together. Just you and me, all alone. And if you can honestly say you don’t feel anything for me after that night, well then I’ll finally let you go. My voice was just barely above a whisper as I spoke, my head spinning with dizziness. I wasn’t doing so good, I needed to lay down, and so I did just that. I laid down upon the dirty ground, resting my head upon outstretched hoof. My muscles ached, every single one, and my head was pounding. Every last part of me was demanding sleep, and yet I didn’t want to waste the precious time that I had with Bristile. This was something very important to me.[/color]

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Bristile

I am an ancient warrior....a Lord of Time

Bristile looked at Nakoma, realizing that of all horses to accidentally take a trip into the past, she was the safest. It was part of her power anyways, which was probably why it hadn't hurt her. He was relieved, he would have hated to have harmed her. She seemed somewhat reserved for a moment, and it seemed as though they both made a silent agreement not to discuss what they had just seen. She seemed rather shaken, but after a moment, she cleared her mind and changed the subject. Bristile listened. Now, she was going to ask her favor of him, and he listened, waiting fearful and curious at the same time. He just hoped that it was something he could fulfill.

She looked like she wanted to come closer, but both horses knew that that would be a bad idea. Bristile looked at her carefully, his expression impossible to read as she asked him for one night. One night with her could do a lot of good, and a lot of bad. One night could be blissful innocence, or it could ruin Bristile's plans for the future. He had to be careful if he was going to try and accept this request. He couldn't, he wouldn't do what she really wanted. It was too dangerous. The only way that she would be able to achieve that was if she somehow managed to enchant him....which was entirely possible, but hopefully she wasn't that cruel, and wouldn't think of it. Yes, even as a god, he could be enchanted.

He contemplated her words for a long time, thinking, his expression still quite impossible to read. Then, he had an idea. It was a marvelous idea, and it could take up a good portion of the night too! After all, he was a god, so he could achieve something like this with ease. All it would take would be a scratch. Just a little one. He looked at the mare, who had laid down and he approached her, concerned. "Are you sure you're alright?" he asked quietly. She seemed merely wiped out, she was probably still affected by the unpleasant trip down Bristile's memory lane. He closed his eyes for a moment, and the images returned. He tried not to dwell on the past, but it was hard sometimes, it always swelled at the surface, ready to rear it's ugly head, like it had a few moments ago. The worse was the horse who had traveled in time. He had traveled in time and screwed it up, and Bristile had to repair the damage. Which mean that he had to destroy the entire herd.

He cleared his mind of those thoughts, and opened his eyes, looking directly at Nakoma, and took a deep breath. Here he went. "Yes," he said. "I think that would be nice," his voice was soft. He paused a moment, contemplating how he would ask her his own favor. Well, not really much of a favor. More of a treat. He couldn't take her with him, but he could make it possible for her to experience it. He smiled a little bit. The night was still pretty young, and it was going to be clear and starry; since the boarders were down, it would be rather enjoyable. And beautiful. "Nakoma," he asked. "How would you like to spend your night with me...." he paused, allowing her to ponder what it was for a moment, allowing the effect to sink in for a moment, before he finished his sentence. He grinned.

"Among the stars?" he finished softly.

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As my question slipped out, voice innocent, I watched for a reaction from Bris. His mask was barren, eye brows slightly drawn together as a look of thought came over his face. I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking about, if he was dreading the dark hours that were to follow. I had never wanted to force him into spending time with me, merely just wanted to convince him that we could be something more and that everything would be okay. But maybe he didn't see it this way, maybe this was what he had feared all along.

He had been silent for much too long, obviously having a fight with himself within. And yet suddenly his face appeared to light up, his pools were once more filled with life, and his lips were upturned. Are you sure you're alright? His voice was soft as he questioned an answer I had already given him. I was feeling much better than I had been moments ago, my brain no longer throbbing, and feeling coming back into my body as the ache went away. And so I stood up slowly, shaking my hide as dust went flying, settling back upon the ground from which it had come. This simple task had seemed harder than usual, but once I was up the lightheaded feeling disappeared. Yes, much better now. I just needed a moment. To regain my bearings and such. My voice mimicked his as a small smile spread across my lips, a grimace almost. Again I had the urge to touch him, to allow a part of me to become a part of him, and yet I knew that he would not appreciate this as much as I, and so instead I waited. We had a whole night together, after all, and it was a given that at some point we would make contact.

Before his pools had been covered, the curtains tightly closed, and suddenly it was as if a strong wind had blown, sending the cloth flying open. I was staring straight into his pools and he into mine. And for a moment the only thoughts I had were about him, about the way his warm touch had mixed with mine, and the way his eyes always seemed to fit perfectly into mine. We could look at each other so effortlessly, talk forever so meaninglessly, and yet I didn't understand why he couldn't see this. If he was the god of time, then he of all beasts should know. He should have been an expert on love, after all he had to have seen enough love stories. And yet he was not willing to dive into his own. Coward maybe? But no, instead I would go with scared. He was scared to take the risk, make the commitment, he wasn't willing to try. And so somehow I had to convince him that he was safe with me, that I was worth the risk. But how? I had no idea, and only a few short hours to figure it out.

My thoughts scattered as his voice left his lips, strong but as soft as ever. Yes. I think that would be nice. But did he really mean this, or was it merely a cover up to spare my feelings? His face said he meant it, every word he spoke, but yet it wasn't clear to me, everything was so confusing. Why would he allow himself to spend a night with a mare that he really didn't love? One that he didn't see a future with, didn't want a future with. Unless he knew, undoubtedly, that nothing would come of this night. Yet each moment we spent together would send me farther in the downward spiral, more and more in love with him. And in the end, if he still felt the same, just as he thought he would, it would end up hurting me more than it would have to begin with. But this was a risk I was willing to take, one in which I couldn't live without, and I only hoped that I would be the same for him.

A smile curled up the corners of his mouth as he spoke, Nakoma, how would you like to spend your night with me... He paused. He knew I wanted to be with him, for him to give me a chance, and I was grateful that he was, but it made me feel vulnerable, as if I was allowing myself to get hurt by taking down my shield. Among the stars. As he finally finished his sentence a look of longing and hurt once again ate away at my insides, and yet the mare that Bristile would be seeing was quite different. That mare was strong, confident even. She wouldn't let the little things get to her. That was the mare he had met, the mare he had wanted. But I was so much more, and I wasn't sure if I was willing to give up any of who I was just to please this stallion. No, he knew more about me than anyone else. And yet he was still here.

Why? The single word that had managed to sneak up on me, to fall out from between my lips, startled even me. I couldn't really tell how I was feeling. Angry and hurt? Maybe slightly, but more than anything I think I was confused. I couldn't understand this beast, and even though he seemed to be willing to open up to me he never told me the answers to all of my questions. Why are you so willing to spend the night with me? Why can you open up to me, share so much with me, and still not be willing to let yourself love? Is it me? Would you be willing to take the risk for some other broad? I wanted answers to each and every question I asked, but I was terrified of what his answers might be. Maybe it wasn't that he was scared to let himself love, maybe he was just waiting for the right person, the mare to come along that would make everything worth it. And maybe I would just have to learn to accept that this wasn't me.

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Bristile

I am an ancient warrior....A Lord of Time

Brisitle wasn't really sure what to do at this point. He didn't want to hurt her, he liked her very much, but now he wasn't sure what to do. His offer was not met the way he had intended, and the stallion shifted uncomfortably. He was also starting to get angry too. She had recovered well, probably because that was part of her power, to force others to relive those horrible moments of their lives, but she was back and ready to pounce? Women! Why were they so impossible to please? Most horses would have been happy with a aerial tour of their world, but she was determined to either have him, or drive him away. Brisitle had many options, there were many things he could do: He could be kind, and try to explain why he couldn't. He could be blunt with her and tell her he did not love her anymore, and did not see her in the way she wanted to anymore. Or, he could get angry, and tell her that his love for her had been him seeking somebody to dump all his frustrations on, and trust somebody, and that it had never really been real. Or, he could just yell at her all over again.

His final option flitted through his thoughts for a moment, though in that moment it seemed remarkably appealing. He could deal with her in the way that a god does. He could remind her who she is shouting at, who she is insulting and demanding of. He could put her in her place, and force her to forget him. He could do that. He was Time, and he could easily erase all those memories she had of him. Yet that was the cowards way of dealing with things. He sighed. He was going to have to be straight. "You misunderstood me," he said. "I have every belief that you are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. I care about you, very much so. However, just being with me has put you in danger. Do you see? It is not you, it is me. I am a magnet to dangerous things, and you could easily be killed in the process."

Now, he was going to have to say the stuff he really DIDN'T want to say. He took a deep breath. "Would you prefer if I left you right now? If I sailed away into the night and never returned? I wanted to spend a little more time with you this evening, but if you are so bent on getting exactly what it is that you want, and nothing in between, then I am afraid I cannot help you." he said bluntly. His voice was not unkind, it was factual. This was how it was. He was giving her an option, and she could take it or leave it. That was how it had to be. He hated to see her distressed, even if it was irrational and very...mare-ish. He was trying to think of a way to possibly counter an explosion. However, if that was what she had been planning, she never got the chance.

Something large flew over head, a faint shadow flitting across the grass in the low light, and the black stallion spun around to look at the creature. He felt his heart drop into his stomach. It was him. The last creature on earth he wanted to see right now, the very last. Heart pounding furiously, it took Bristile a moment to realize that he was still disguised. He may be able to talk himself out of this one. He looked frantically at Nakoma, his eyes wild, partially from fear, anger, determination, and also, he was begging her. She had to trust him. Right now. Right here. But he couldn't say a word. He quickly bundled his emotions within himself, wrapping his personality up into a tiny ball and shoving it away, allowing the character of Nyx to burst through completely. He found the light, Scottish accent buried within his depths, and faced the creature as it landed softly.

It was him. Bristile's son. Ember.

The creature morphed easily into a tall, burly black and white paint with eerie black eyes. There were very few patches of white on his body, and his feet were lightly feathered as he approached the pair. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," he drawled lazily. Bristile grinned slightly, and looked the horse in the eye for a moment. He felt a little surge of triumph. That bastard son of his, that dirty little coward who never could look an enemy in the eye, nor somebody he betrayed. Ember had never been able to look his father in the eyes, not since he was a boy, and he had paid for it dearly; he did not recognize his father, he of all horses who should have, did not.

"Not at all," he said lightly. "What brings you this way friend?"
"You seem pretty chipper for a cursed nag," Ember said suspiciously.
"Well, thanks to you I'm not anymore," Bristile replied. Ember smirked slightly.
Ember paused for a moment, considering the black stallion, and then his gaze fell on Nakoma. He immediately grinned, and one could see many things going through the brutes mind as he looked over the mare. And one could bet that non of those ideas were remotely savory, nor were they moral.

"And who are you?" he asked softly to her. Bristile bristled inside. If he were to assault the mare, or attack, Bristile would be forced to reveal himself. That was something he really didn't want to do. Because if he did, then Ember would know that he had once been associated with Nakoma, and he might try to use her against him. Something he couldn't bear to see happen. Mentally, he yelled at himself. What had he gone and done now? Fool!

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