A Talk. (Everyone)

The silver and cream head shot up into the sky as he heard the call, knowing that once more he would show his side in things. Thowra snorted, calling in answer before heading off quickly, knowing the way to Vandin only too well now. Sometimes he knew there were times he would not be listened to, but he was one of the oldest horses alive.
Ally once to Ashton he had been, and that alliance rested with Alston also! Their king of all might be young, but he was worth hoping in. At least in his eyes he was. It was not long before he slid to a stop, a respectful distance from the younger stallion. He bowed his head for a few moments before raising it again. “Greetings, Alston.”


Sorrel sighed, leaping into a canter, knowing his way to the grounds as well. Along the way he was joined by Clearwater, and later yet, Wildfire as well.

Two newcomers made their way there as well, Abasi and Adla, the wolves who had only come of late.

Moonslight and her various children were there, as was Spyrax, who knew he was the one who would eventually take over after Sorrel.


((more to come))

A group of ten horses comes in together two black stallions, a red mare that kept bugging Dragon ,three or so silver mares , a brown stallion, a dapple stallion, with a cream filly and a blue roan stallion. There might have been more about but these were the ones that came forward.

A large brown she-wolf with collie like markings keeps far from the others and good thing to or some might just see how many scars litter her body. Beside her a lost and lonely looking black colt with bones as lower legs and a wiry mane and tail, he is afraid of where this wolf has brought him but feels safe with her around.

The wolf speaks up "I am untrusting of all here but I only come as am a light and I am no mare to which to take in a colt, I am a she-wolf I shall take my leave as soon as this one finds a home here among those of his own kind"

The call caught the ear of the large black stallion and his young apprentice.
"It has already begun we must make haste Shadowfax! The assassins sped there pace, silently moving towards the gathering.

"Freeze and keep quiet" whisper the master, his red orbs piercing the thin line of foliage surrounding the gathering."If we get any closer they might spot us."

"We are no more than 10m form them, we could strike from here, drive our daggers into there jugulars, run them through like spears!" He took a stance as he prepared to launch into the ambush."And then disappear into the forest on the other side they will have no way of catching us then wouldn't you agree master?" His eyes narrowed around his blood red orbs as he choose his target.

"No young one, I already have a plan we will wait and strike when the time is right, negotiation is all about timing."

A pair of stallions approached the gathering, one as dark as the other was light. The king and beta of The Gemdas moved to join the group both bowing to the young King. Heart of Gold, brightly glowing as a controlled fire, stayed silent, and moved away from his own leader, knowing that the black stag would be the one to speak.

"Greetings, Alston," spoke the great black stallion. "My beta and I are at your service in this." he said simply, before moving back to join his beta, unconcerned that Frenzy was approaching. He'd seen the rise and fall of others such as Frenzy, and had been one of the fallen himself, at one time. He wasn't afraid of the hellion, only wary.

A black mare watched meanwhile, keeping to herself. Her grandfoal, too, was silent, neither one wanting to disturb the words spoken by others, both merely listening. The first was Jeu De'Sprea, the hellion spy of Armada. The second, the winged stallion Honore-Aurore, son of Dominique-Aime.

A few others appeared. A black part-hellion from the coast, his measure of hellion blood showing only in the occasional spark of deep red that emanated from his mane and tail. He joined the spy and her descendant, nodding to them carefully.

Twins came next, two light-colored horses, one a stallion with a creamy coat, the other a pure white young fae. Two more accompanied them, a black and white fae whose most striking features were the twin blue orbs that rested in her face, brilliantly clear and deep. Beside her came a young stallion whose coat was the color of the morning sun, a brilliantly golden hue, which was strikingly brilliant next to his black mane and snowy tail.

These four came from the far reaches of the mountainous lands, having lived among the ancient trees of the Silver Forest. They bowed as one, the four finely sculpted heads almost brushing the ground as the young horses silently confirmed Alston as their chosen leader.

A lone fae came next, her coat white except for the black streak along her back, which gave way to a mane and tail, both the shade of coals. Her startlingly green eyes were full of pain, although no scars marked her bodice. She nodded to the young king, standing away from the others, her every small movement suggesting a lack of any emotion, any will to live beyond that day, that singular moment.

The last to come was a grey fae, whose mane and tail shine a pure, ghostly white. Her hooves were as pure a white, marked by snowy legs. Her face, however, was covered by a black mask, and her ears were as black as the night sky. Out of the mask peered twin stormy gray orbs, whose colors seemed to swirl like the very storm clouds they were reminiscent of. She did not bow to Alston, although she favored him with a nod of approval. the ghosts of the dead were strong here, for they too, sensed the strength of the newest king. Bás an olc smiled slightly, a rare glimmer of normality as she waited patiently for what was to come.