old friends, new enemies[closed]

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Nikolai&Hades

The white stallion walked silently, leaving no hoofprints on the dusty ground, unlike his silvery companion whose hard hooves left dents in the ground, a track for all to follow. However the deathly white stallion knew the silvery horse could leave no track if he so wanted to, it was all part of his past training, the training from his last life. It would all come forward into this life as the highest officer of Hades' army of the resurrected. Still, the Lord of the Underworld knew little about his right hand man other than he was a well trained warrior who had been killed in some absurd trial in which trainees had to kill eachother to become a full warrior. That was all. Oh, and his name. Nikolai. That was the name of the quiet silvery gray stallion.

Death's eyes remained on the reddish ground in front of him as he moved in a silent smooth pace beside his first warrior. There was much to learn about this stallion but for the moment he would not ask a thing. He needed to gain the stallion's trust before he could ask personal questions and after all, the poor horse had only just been brought back to the mortal realm after many years of peace in the Underworld. He needed time to adjust and to get his body working correctly. If he could not then Hades would know he had gotten something wrong when he brought him back. Although so far everything seemed fine. The silvery stallion was moving with easy grace and had no problems with his sense. Everything was perfect so far.

Complete silence filled the air, making Hades stop and looked back at his now frozen companion. The stallion's noble silvery head was held high in the air, his dark nostrils flaring as he searched for a scent on the wind. Then his onyx eyes went dull, seeming almost tired after his moment of energetic watchfulness. The light blue eyes of the god flickered slightly, showing his confusion and the loss of hope. Perhaps this silvery stallion was not adjusting properly to his new life. Just when the lord of the dead was preparing to return to his realm the pale gray stallion lifted his head up higher, his front hooves lifting off the ground and striking at the rusty sun in the sky. Accompanying his vibrant action was the deep rumble of a stallion calling for a friend or a mate.

Blue eyes widened in surprise and bone white ears flicked forwards to focus completely on his companion. What was he calling for? Or who, rather. He could hear the name hidden deep in that desperate call and could see the hope lighting in the warrior's eyes as he cut off his cry. Pale cream hooves touched the dusty red ground and proud black eyes stared off into the distance where his ears pointed. The hope in the horse's eyes almost broke Hades. He was searching for someone who he had known before he had died. How could he know that it was likely everyone he knew was dead by now? But, against all odds, an answering call made the silver stallion race off over the dusty ground into the first scrub before the forest.

With a wild snort and blue eyes flashing with playful fire the normally serious god followed him at full speed. The wind tugged at his bleached mane and blocked all sound from his ears. It was pure bliss, just running for the fun of it again. To push one's limits until he was only a panting, sweat drenched horse standing in a clearing, shaking ever so slightly as he met the dark eyes of his companion who only had a light sheen of sweat on his silvery coat. Nikolai was also panting, his nostrils wide to suck in more air with each deep breath. The scents here were familiar, so familiar. He knew who was out there, or least he hoped he knew.

Sai

Those silver ears flicked again and his deep call rang through the trees, asking desperately for a reply from his childhood friend. There was nothing. Only silence. Hades watched him silently, his tail flicking and his breathign back to normal. Even the sweat was disappearing from the immortal's coat so that once again he was a pristine creature. Untouchable, unbreakable. Still, that run had been fun. It had felt like he was mortal, even if it were just for a moment. Now, as he watched his Legus stare hopelessly off into the trees he felt like a god once more. World weary and too wise to find hope in his heart anymore. Watching the silvery stallion he knew why he chose not to hope anymore. The poor horse was broken inside, although perhaps he had been broken before and only now was realising it. It seemed like that was the case.

Broken or not, Nikolai knew that his ink black friend was here somewhere, even if he could not hear him. Hope still burned in his mind, a tiny flame that melted his eyes and kept his heart warm. He would find his friend and he would free him from the training he had recieved. He would make him feel like he once had. With that promise secured in his mind and his stubbornness set on full he trotted further into the forest, following the scent of the stallion he had once thought of as his little brother.