A Meeting(EVERYONE)

The words echoed across the coast, and several horses heard the call that all were waiting for. Alston was grown up a bit more now, and they had only waited to hear his call before they came to join the heir to the throne of all equines together.

The first though to come to his side was a wolf. Trigiadea, the queen of all the good wolves. She had not had her pups yet, but she knew that soon after the battle came against Frenzy and the darkness, they would be born. She was large, a white base of pelt, with odd red markings running from her nose to the tip of her tail. Her fur is thick, fluffy even.
"Greetings young king. I am Trigiadea, queen of the wolves that were loyal to your father. Unfortunately the king of the wolves, Luikawa will not be joining us, for he was one of the ones who died during that savage winter we are only just leaving behind. As we had your father before you, you have my alligeance."
She herself roamed in Woodrow Cove, and now she was here to do what she knew Luikawa would want her to. This was always going to be her home and she would always fight for the good in the world.

Next was one who looked very like Ashton himself, though only a hand smaller. It was a tall pure black two year old horse, a little thicker legged, but certainly handsome. This was the orphaned son of Ashton, the last of his line to be born.
"Greetings, I am Ashgrove Copper, the last of Ashton's son's to be born," he said, bowing his head to the one who was only a year older than himself. He would always be on his father's side it was what he wanted.

Next to come was a winged mare, the betta queen of Inlisaar Noriatan. Bel Bel knew that her king, Epimetheus would not be far behind, but she wished to meet the one who had the right to Ashton's place in the lands. She was only acting as she knew was the right thing to do at the moment.
Her body was a light creamy tan, her mane and tail black, a silver muzzle and hlower legs, and bright green eyes which had seen many days more than she appeared to have lived. Her wings were a mixture of white, creamy tan and black.
"Greetings young one, I am Bel Bel of Inlisaar Noritan."

Following her though on foot, was a tall but aging brown stallion. baru Dengin had always resided in Bel Bel's home for it was while he was there that he had stopped being a forcer. He knew Rummy would be coming with him somewhere, but where she would be he knew not. Seeing Bel Bel, he bowed his head, and then bowed to Ashton's son.

A stallion as black as night came next, the great king of Vernien En' Seere, the last of the coastal lands loyal to Woodrow Cove. He was alone, Dark Sunrise did not come this time, nor did any others, for his land had lost everyone. Everyone except the wolves that resided within.
"Greetings son of Ashton, I am Sorrel, King of Vernien En' Seere."

Clearwater, the great russet female Alpha of Vernien En' Seere, was soon by his side. She bowed her head towards Trigiadea, and sat beside her own king. Behind her sat many wolves, those who were the sons ad daughters of herself, Ghost, Modet and all the others in their huge family.
Sarabi was her heir, plain and simple, a white wolf who looked the spitting image of ehr father Ghost, now that she was fully grown.
The other who was her son, was a black wolf with many odd light blue markings upon him. His ears were striped, as was the tip of his tail. There is one like a curved lightning bolt on his chest. there are two marks on each leg. and a curved scar of the same colour upon one eye. His eyes are the same colout as the scar is. This was Kovu.
Their sister, Kiara was not with them, for she had chosen to join with the dark wolves, much to her mother's grief.
"We will fight for you, Alston," she said, looking at her son and daughter. And they would deal with Kiara when that time came too.

In swept the great queen of Seas of Sand. She was a powerfully built Appaloosa mare, and she knew there was much at stake now. She was a tall bright bay mare with white speckles all over her rump. A mass of white spots on her forehead made up her star, it was bigger than normal, almost the full size of a stripe. Her nose though was black as were her lower legs, mane and tail. Four white socks rested upon those legs as well, leaving only around her knees as black. Two of her hooves were white, two of them black.
This was the powerful mare known as Snow Angel. She bowed her head in silence.

First of the forest, was the young new king of Thunder Meadows. Evil had stolen his father from him, and he knew that this was the time he would be able to get his own revenge on the one known as Hades. “I apologise everyone, but Pheonix will not be with us. Though his memory will. I am Saberdoria, the new king of Thunder Meadows, for Pheonix was my father. I stand in for my lands.”
He was a bright chestnut stallion, with bright chestnut wings. Four ivory markings adorned his lower pillars, and a shock of white flames adorned his neck and where his tail would have been.

One of the most long standing freinds of Ashton now came. He came with grace and strength unmatchable by any here yet. He was a great creamy stallion, with a silver mane and tail that were dull flames at this time. Exceptionally noble, he was one of the ones who had fought by Ashton's side for as long as anyone could remember.
He bowed his head to Alston, knowing who he was already. “Greetings Alston. I believe I speak for those who are here when I say that your father will always be remembered for the kind leader he always was. Many fights we fought together, Ashton and I. My name is Thowra, and for the freindship that was between your sire and I, I hope that such a thing will exist between you and I, for as long as both fo us live. Never will I turn my back on you, young king.”
Following after him were two mares, Bella and Sundawn. The first as creamy as their older brother, the second a bright gilden chestnut like her son, Saberdoria. Though they were younger than Thowra was, they were as wisely raised.

There were more to come but they had not yet arrived.

OOC: 1174 words! My muse clearly returned.

Creamy orbs watched as other spoke to each other. I was more than angered by Frenzy's actions, and there would never be a chance for me against him really. Though now that he had turned his attention on Permisso, I listened very uninterested on that conversation.

"My issue is not with killing Onyx, Frenzy," the cobalt princess of hell replied. "But Armada I would gladly kill!" She spat the words in the direction of Onyx and as well, Armada. Her son glanced up at her, but she ignored his questioning gaze. The suddenly her mind turned to stone, forcing Frenzy's influencing power from her mind. “Keep your mind control to yourself, Frenzy. Using that on me will not win me over. I will think on what you have said.” She was not even shaken from forcing him away from her head.

Such power she had and that was something no one really expected. Clearly that came from her father, and he was one that was always unwelcome in my lands. She like Satan, would not be allowed in to the lands of Snowy River Forest.

Eyes locked onto the others in the meeting, she seemed to realise that she needed to leave all of us behind. She looked at her son. “Stay with your grandfather for all I cared. Sorrel is the only family you have now.” Spreading the huge ebony wings by her side, she took off, knowing where she was going. Inferno Plains, the place where she was at least welcomed. She would have to talk with Frenzy about what was happening. Though she would stop on the way at the land her father was in, to see how he faired.

I snorted knowing the scent of the latest comer to the meeting. Ganymede. There was no doubt about that in my mind. I turned my head to face the Appaloosa who had cursed me. I moved towards him, eyes glaring at him, ears pinned back.

“We need to talk, Ganymede!” I growled, knowing that the fury that seemed to radiate from me was something that he would not have anticipated. Last time we had met I had seemed so calm and sure of my own actions. Seeing him again though was an issue indeed. “You thought to give me a chance over my brother, did you not?"

It was clear who was going to cop a lot of anger from me. "After spending so long hiding in your home, and yes I know where you've been hiding, you dare come out into the open once more? After you sent my freind Ashwin into madness by taking Blizzard? You know not the agony you've caused."

It was he who had made me what I was now, and that was something I would never be able to forgive him for in the slightest. he likely knew that now. For here I stood, the same cream stallion, forever king of my lands. Likely I would outlive Alston as well, but his family would always have my help. Age was something that would not get to me, ever again.

I saw Sorrel moving towards his grandson, my great nephew, though he knew it not at this point, and I knew that Sorrel still was pained from losing his son and his queen. I was gladded for my nephew that he would have some of his family returned to him. Though Sorrel had never thought he would live long enough to meet his son's children.