Try if you Dare [goody goody horses, before evil hroses please... want some fun with her]

Evil has come to Alaknanda once more. The name of the fae, would you beleive it, was Asylum Escape. Daughter of Onyx and Permisso, she was pure evil in heart. She knew that she had a task to perform, and she would not fail in this mission. Now though, she would start by joining one of the more evil stallions in the land.

Any who thought they were worthy of her, who were the other type, well she would teach them a lesson, though they were more than welcome to try. She just knew though that it would not be a very freindly mare that spoke to those tainted blooded horses. They were the true evil in the world, not her kind.

A dark chestnut filly with a odd looking golden five pointed star upon her forehead. Bright golden lava markings were on her body and though her mane and tail were not flames, it was clear she was no normal horse. Flames lay on the ground under her hooves. Smoke came from her nose and her eyes were pure gold. Her body glows like embers in a fire. This was her image.

Who would try for the one born with Satan for a grandfather? Would anyone want to try and claim her for themselves? Though her brother had said she was more than welcome in Still Waters if no one else wanted her, she would not go there. No, she didn't want to be living with him, all her life. She wanted something more. To me one of the dangerous ones, who always relished bloodshed.

A true killer.

Brilliant sunlight shone upon a silvery, satin pelt, gentle billows flowing through the glimmering tassels. They hardly fell halfway down his boa-like neck and laid perfectly in place. A storm hued muzzle sensed the wind, felt the air being bent through his nostrils as he inhaled and exhaled with ease. Daggers created a varied, rubato beat upon the sodden grounds as he flew across them with massive strides. Silent were they, like the wind, like the gales that flew over the earth daily. It was strong and gentle, furious and calm.

Well, goodbye he had said rather awkwardly to the previous fae - she had been a bit boring, not to the standard of how he usually behaved. A free soul bothered him not; it was those that enclosed themselves in a small, air-tight circle of evil that bothered him so much. Hadn't they the slightest idea that the road they were choosing would lead only to anguish and hurt? If only he could stop some from enduring that fate. Although he had only lived for five short years, his wisdom was great, and he was even perceived at times as mysterious. Perhaps, it was just a part of being a member of the council - or having the beautiful gift of the wind.

Regally, Thyone stood on the edge of a stony cliff, mulling over his day with a sigh as he felt more wind gently caress him. As he turned, he caught a glimpse of orange with yellows and perfect reds upon her bodice. Young was her form, yet her pelt looked as if it had spent a million years in hell. It intrigued him, rather, it brought him nearer to her gradually, interest keenly in his ebony orbs. No words did he say, even though he wasn't stunned by her beauty like some of the very young ones were. Who was to say he couldn't try?

"Greetings, miss," he announced his presence quietly, bowing his large ivory skull to her as he rose with a small, genuine smile upon his features. "I am Thyone," he replied, hearing her name in his mind as he took his next breath. Before she had the chance to deny him, he grinned as stepped forward. "It is nice to meet you, Asylum Escape, of Inferno Plains," he was just showing off now, but wasn't that what these mares were looking for? They seemed so cocky and self-assured that they could take anything a stag could dish out. Alliances didn't need to define their boundaries. They could do what they wanted. Was she doing what she wanted to do, or simply what her father wanted her to do? They would find out.

"You think I am doing what my father says for me to do? I think not, pathetic mind reading scum," Asylum Escape replied, looking at him. She had inherited that talent from her grandsire. "Where I come from, we choose what we want out of life at an early age. Two months old, to be exact, Thyone." Everyone word was a sneer as she gazed at him curtly.

He was nothing to her, and she knew it. Another one of these so called goody goody stallions. In lwague with Thowra and Callisto most likely. The two biggest scummy horses ever to roam in Freedoms Palace, or so she thought. Not to mention that delapidated old fool called Ashton. He'd be dying soon, and she would be there with the others to see him killed off.

Then and only then would she even consider being nice to one such as this mongrel of a council member. Yes she knew all about him. "Don't try and deny it, I know you're in league with Thowra and Ashton. I saw many things when I was in the underworld, being trained by my grandfather, Satan." A name that always struck fear in those who knew who Satan was.

Thyone kept his stance erect and bold, showing no fear to the mare that thought she knew all. With a slight smirk, he asked the council leader to place a mind block over him. Clarity overwhelmed him instantaneously, ebony orbs shining with delight as he looked up to her slightly. "I am no mind reader, mare," he replied curtly, not offended in the slightest by her derogatory. "We that remain in the council of unicorns are gifted in small abilities of the mind in addition to our elements. Over there, I can tell the name of every creature. That wolf is Adalia, and Spirit Claw is standing before her," he mused lightly, intrigued by the fact that she thought him to be weak.

"Life decides what we will do before we are born," Thyone said, keeping his mysterious orbs on hers. If she was so good at reading minds, how could she have missed the fact that he was a council unicorn the moment he tread the grounds before her. There were so many secrets of the great elites, ones that would never be discovered by good nor evil. Just thinking them in public or battle could be quite detrimental to their society, but after all, he had the great one's mind block, the one that could not be broken. Perhaps, his words of light and truth would interest her in the powerful stag before her.

Thyone couldn't help but chuckle at her words, his features composed and kind as he thought of what to say. He definitely wasn't in love, but what a great pastime it was to get to know the other side of the spectrum. "Why would I deny it? I take pride in who I am. I possess the wind - it fights with me; I can find anyone, anywhere. No other council member can do those two things," he replied, features distraught that she would think him embarrassed by being part of the best group in the entire lands. "I'm not afraid of your grandfather. He will be defeated, too, in time," he sighed, shaking his skull with pity for those of the dark side. Thyone didn't hate them or fear them.......or whatever they wanted him to do. He feared that they would be consumed in darkness and perish.

"Do I care what other wolves are called? I know where they stand, a lot of information comes through Inferno Plains. Mind reading is not everything." She laughed out loud at his words about Satan. "You think you can kill an immortal? A god, so to speak?" For Satan was one, and she was pleased about that easily. There was not a chance she was intimidated by him at all.

"You are not the one for me, so why don't you just leave?" She laughed again bitterly. "What could a horse of the light, and of that dratted council possibly offer me?"

Thyone let his handsome locks of silver move by gently caressing them with the wind. This situation was a bit hopeless, but none the less, she was still captivating him in her way. He didn't pay attention to her nasty words about the wolves; everything was connected. Thyone respected those wolves just as much as he respected her, and they respected them in that same way. If only everyone could see that, the world would have been a much better place. He could already tell that this mare wasn't changing anytime soon unless he could show her the beauty of love and how it could exist in all forms. Why not play the game until she opened her eyes?

"Of course I know that. All non-mind readers know that, which is most of the population. You and I are no better than anyone else, even though we hold great power," he explained casually, flicking his silvery whipcord at her ramblings. "I might not be able to kill him, but we did learn how to harm gods in council training. Surely, I could inflict some damage. The other council members along with me....he wouldn't stand a chance," Thyone said, sure of himself in that standard. Did she have any idea what they were capable of as a whole? He wasn't about to explain that to her.

Calming himself, he saw that this conversation was taking a rather terrible turn. "How do you know that? You can't see into the future," he stated smugly, enjoying their small game. He hardly played games, not with his brothers of the mind, nor with any of the passing mares he met. This one didn't take offense to his antics, though, so he would continue with the questions and games. "For one, I'd offer you my love, if you'd accept it....I'd also offer you friends, and what you truly want - power. It wouldn't be a 'conquer the world' kind, but you would get to be around the most powerful ones of the light world," Thyone responded, waiting for a quick witted reply from her.

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From a distance, he watched the antics of the pair before him. One, the mare, was clearly not happy with the other, the stallion. It appeared to be a battle of wits, a battle between opposites. His black eyes recognized Thyone, but he could not place the young mare that stood bantering along with him. His black and white pelt shuddered with delight. Thyone was offering the dark mare a home. He couldn't help but laugh aloud. Finding this the proper time to enter, he approached the paid.

"Love, Thyone? And who wants power if they can't conquer the world with it?" Trainwreck laughed, sauntering in a circle around the other stallion. "Foolish is what you are, for no mare as great as her would settle for one as little as you," he smirked, glaring at Thyone with his empty, black eyes, before turning and facing Asylum Escape.

He could offer her more. He could offer her the chance at being queen of Holle auf Erde. Yes, Candra was queen now, but where had she been recently? He had not heard from her since she had been introduced to Lilus. Trainwreck snorted. That was the only condition of her coming with him and conquering the world with him. She would have to accept Lilus, his connection with her, and their love. Though he was not emotionally expressive, Lilus knew that he loved her, and he knew that she loved him, and they understood their differences and chose to ignore them. Trainwreck would protect her with his life.

"I can offer you much more that being around 'the most powerful ones in the light world'." he stated, clearly scoffing at Thyone. "I can offer you much more." Everyone knew who Trainwreck was. Who ever did not much have lived in a cave for the last 5 years. He was the offspring of the two greatest hellions to ever walk Freedom's Palace; Corus and Armada. Corus he was proud to say was his sire; Armada he was proud, yet ashamed at the same time. His mother had grown weak, and he would no longer associate with her.

His dark, empty eyes locked on Asylum's. "You have no choice but to come with me," he said, shrugging as if it was not a big deal. She would come with him, or she would suffer, it was plain and simple. His razor sharp teeth flashed behind his lips as he spoke, and when he smirked at her, you could see them peeking from below his lips, his fangs. The mare would come, whether she wanted to or not.

OOC: heehehe

The mare snorted as she saw him coming. Oh she'd heard of Trainwreck alright. She'd heard of him from Armada. Her own grand sire had allowed him to become king over him, which was a rare thing for the god of hell. She remembered all of this.

“Asylum Escape I am, Trainwreck. Your betta happens to be my grandfather,” she hissed. “I will come with you. Only one who would get that amount of respect that my grandfather would bow down to them deserves me.”

It was true, the petty council members only seemed worthy of the ground that her grandsire now tread, nothing more. They were overlooked by him completely, unseen and uncared about, except with vengence.

“Tell me, do either of you know where a filly called Chai Suil runs? I have a... score to settle with her.” She laughed wickedly. A score that would end with the other filly's death.

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It pleased him that she would come without a fight, though he would have been more than happy to force her to come. He had actually been looking forward to it. His eyes rested briefly on Thyone, feeling nothing but sorry for the filthy-blooded stallion. It wasn't his fault, he was indeed born that way, without the proper bloodlines to make him successful, like Trainwreck.

"Let's go, then. I feel disgusting being surrounded by such...filth," he sneered, directly the comment mainly at Thyone. "The name sounds familiar, perhaps Sea of Sands would be your best bet," he replied to her question before turning with one last empty glare at Thyone, and heading off towards his lands, hoping Asylum would indeed follow him. He would hate to have to find her and punish her if she did not.

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