Rekindling Past Flames (Erosaf)

She was not in the trees that were for sure, the rustling of the leaves had been cause `by her wings as she glided over head. She had always been wandering these days, but it was the smell of an old... enemy? That had called her here now. She dove towards the tree line, searching as she flew.

He was not as dark as she remembered him yes, how could she forget all those spikes on his head. “Only me!” she hissed, landing before him on her hind legs alone, in a tall rear, her head almost whacking into a branch but she cared not.

So, Armada was not around was she? Hmm. The mare dropped onto all four legs, striding towards him, ears pinned back. Why did he have to be the one interrupting the peaceful solitude of her flight? “Remember me, Onyx?”

There was still rage in her eyes as she glared at him. Clearly the way she felt about his still showed on the outside. On the inside though, she was not sure about how she felt, seeing him again after all this time. That losing him to Armada had hurt was very true, she still remembered that conversation quite well, she had always thought she would never see him again.

Though there was fury in her very appearance, she knew inside she was not so angry. It was just an old reaction coming back to the top once more. There was no hope left for eher now, and she had hardened more and more into the horse her father would have wanted.

But perhaps... if Onyx truly had left Armada behind.. perhaps there was a chance for the horse she used to be to come back once more. It was not something she was all that sure about, but what was a chance really? It could fail but maybe it might not.

“I thought I said I never wanted to see you again...” she muttered, looking at him with that sharp predatory gaze. Perhaps she had been wrong. It was not something easy for her to say at all, but she knew eventually, he would realise that she would not attack him.

Why did she have to realise, after all this time that she still felt for him? She knew that she had always cared about him somewhere deep inside, and slightly, she relaxed. The manger was still there, but could he blame her for that, after what he had done to her?

"How could I not know that they have returned? Forget have you that Satan is my sire? Because of him I know every hellion, who they are, where they are, who is in their lineage... Even if they have picked a side in wars to come," Permisso replied quietly. "I know Medarmeth is your father. And I know they are in Still Waters."

She sighed. "I know that our son is a weakling. Can you imagine having that hanging over you? I've known since he was born that nothing good would come of him."

She sighed. That was not so important now. "Then it would not help you to know that my father, has sided with Exile. When it comes to minds though, no one save those who he has taught can resist him."

She was worried now. Though she knew she was safe from such a thing, she knew that both Onyx and their son were not.

"You think you can just take him, Candra? You might be the daughter of Exile, but that matters not to me. Even your father knows not to try and push someone around who knows one of my family!” Permisso turned towards the other mare completely, ears back, long fangs bared. She would not allow this to stand.

There was no kindness in her when it came to Candra. That was one mare who she hated quite a bit. The mare sickened her, and if she were not careful, she really would get a thrashing from Permisso. And she doubted Exile would want that at all.

((BUMP))

Permisso snorted in some surprise at the words Candra had said. Onyx might not have been able to understand them, but she certainly had. Well, it would be no foal of hers that would end up going to that bitch! She stomped her hoof in annoyance, not exactly happy about what Candra had said.

"I am glad to see her gone, but what she said troubles me. You might not have understood her, but I did full well," Permisso said. Only if he asked would she tell him though, she thought what Candra had done was a rather terrible thing.