Like a fading sunset fading, the glory had faded from the terrain that grey daggers plodded upon so carelessly; and, in turn had been replaced with aberration. Conniving and conspiring had erupted from the out-lands and had overtaken the very possessions the mind fondly weaved memories of. And...they had been crushed - destroyed - incinerated by the decries of the evil. Debased, still, the heart wandered back to times when war was just a game of foolishness that the elders spoke of from their time. Something that occurred once a generation...but, now it seemed to be right before them, in the valley of secrets.
As hours turned into nights, and nights turned into years though, some secrets were better kept than others. Certainly, some were forgotten as well, and the memories that Thanliel, the true king, had heirs certainly had vanished.
Sleek was her slender form, pallid in a ghost-like sense...and beautiful...why, you would hardly see a more beautiful creature to have four appendages as her. Expressionless were her orbs, though, one could tell that at one time, they held much expression. Expression for the life that the ones before her had lost, expression for the rights she had lost as a newborn. Not all expression was that kind of expression, she supposed.
Her lips curled up in disgust as she saw the terrain with festering sores due to the brutal will of the hellions. In their fury they had demolished the eloquence of the foliage...the shimmering lakes...the deep brown healthy earth beneath them. Everything was gone. Father. Mother. Home. Food. Love. Gone.
"Demilune," said the fairer of the two, as she faced what they once frolicked together beside. It was the riverbed, now dried to show the once glistening rocks that had been sanded down with the constant flow. "There is a danger about...I can smell it," she said quietly, treading forward as she sensed the air.
The ebony fae shook her skull to the other, knowing that there was only danger if they let the ones that resided her be dangerous. To her, death was the only thing that separated her from what she used to love the most. And life, it was only something that could allow her to die without shame. "I fear not, Circinus," she replied.
OOC: Evil horses that live here are welcome. But someone to save them would be nicee (: