Come Out Where Ever you are (Ava)

[Nevaeh]

Malfoy

The young dark grey brute galloped along the grass while his tanned hooves where leaving hardly any hoof prints. As he was getting closer the that light land, which made the young half arabian shudder at the thought of stepping on to a light land, but he knew he had a mission to do and he was going to do it very well.

As is long dark black pillars lead him into a beautiful Disgutsing land. Malfoy did not stop at the border because this young dark grey brute wanted to get this over and done with before other woke up.

Making his way further into the light land know as The Forgotten Valley, as he stopped he out came clouds of white air from his nares while he gave a snort. Rearing upon his black hind legs, while he let out a call calling the spotted mare know as Ava. As he came to the ground with a thud, while he pawed the ground, and helped himself to some grass.

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[azul.]

ava
realm of secrets.

It hadn't taken long for the spotted ess to become used to her king. It was almost like ripping off a band-aid, the band-aid named Monte. Now it was over, and Ava was secretly glad. She'd finally be able to start over. Dished crown lifted up, amber tints staring towards the iced over water fall, inhaling deeply. Snow crunched beneath her elegant limbs, her spotted frame hurtling forward into a slow, relaxed jog. Despite the words that had been spoken about another of Dio's descendants arriving, she didn't have much of a concern. Black would keep her safe, as sappy as that sounded, she felt safe around the giant stud. Now that she had been thinking about it, she hadn't seen the brute since Chaos entered her lands. Blood sizzled up her veins, a hot, steaming breath escaped the ess' tight lips. How dare he come to her, trying to strike a deal. Another warm huff escaped Ava, before she continued onward.

Radars pricked forward, tiara lifting and turning away from the rising sun. Someone was calling for her? Soft snort rose from her throat, and then the spotted queen caught sight of the newcomer. A frown spread across her facade, vocals carrying out kindly in a small whicker, something she rarely did. Limbs strutted forward slowly, and she neared the dappled stud with a question rising on her pink lips. "What business do you have here, sir?" She didn't sense a malicious nature from him, but he certainly wasn't someone that she knew and recognised. Perhaps it was a friend of Black's "Are you waiting for Black Champagne? He's the leader of these lands." The ess continued, staring at the young masculine form with curious amber orbs.

[Nevaeh]

Malfoy

Dark jet black orbs watched as the spotted mare came closer, as her vocals went into his grey auds went flat back against his crown. His jet black orbs narrowed while looking at the spotted fae.

As he walked closer towards her, he then suddenly reared up, landing with hard with his forelegs planted, spread out for balance as he began to throw wild bucks, kicking out while aiming for her hocks, and clipping the flesh. His gaze narrowed then he threw himself around yet again, as his ivories reaching out and lodged themselves in her flesh, leaving a reminder that would not leave her.

White Clouds came from his dark black nares. As he had finished his act, and then his long pink tongue came out and licked his dark colored maw that was covered in crimson, while he a little smirk crossed his maw. Now you understand what is going on.

[/b][/color] His vocals were a lot darker then he normally is toward Marvolo, because this young lad will always follow Marvolo orders, and hopes to make his lord very proud of him. Shaking his mainly Arabian.

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ava
realm of secrets.

Ambers took in the dappled brute; he payed no attention to her spotted figure until she was close enough to graze him with her mug, if she tried. When her orbs caught the sight of the youngster's radars snapping back against his dished crown, her's too began to fell back, and her voice was snapped out, edgy and cautious. "Are you here for Black?" She repeated, radars pricking forward, hoping that the brute was just in an annoyed move. Amber orbs dropped to the stud's muscled limbs, her own matching his movements - he'd step forward, she'd step back. Oh, she wished that Black was here already. He would have taken care of this! "Speak up, now!" Ava suddenly exclaimed, her voice crackling a bit, trying to show the couragious nature that she had been lacking. Radars snapped back against her molted crown, and then amber tints widened when the brute leapt towards her. A loud exclamation was emitted into the air when she felt the first set of talons on her. So, the ravens were right.

A forced squeal split the air when the dappled hellion began his attack, talons felt, pounding into her forelegs, and you could almost immediately scent blood. Obviously, it wasn't from him. A whimper made Ava's throat vibrate, feeling more attacks launched on her normally sturdy frame. It was only in those seconds that her whole body hurt. Amber eyes clamped shut with an obvious fear, and she started backwards, feeling more talons strike her chest and shoulders - leaving more irreplaceable gashes and cuts. She watched with an almost dizzying feeling when the brute jumped at her. Ducking her crown away, her voice started to tremble with pleas, then the unmistakeable feeling of teeth grinding into her flesh; enough to make someone faint. Small screams left her clenched ivorns, not even daring to look at the gaping wound that now lay on her neck, russet vein-like trails of blood seeping down her ebon mixed statue. "Black!? Black, help!" Ava cried, voice rusty and fearful.

It seemed like an eterntiy before the brute backed off, his chilling words carrying to her. Limbs shoved herself backwards, ordering themselves to work, but failing miserably. "Who sent you?!" She cried, feeling tears well up into the corner of frightened amber orbs. Limbs shook, radars snapped against her poll, and Ava weakly bared her ivorns at the attacker, trying to fend him off, praying, hoping that help would arrive soon. Menacing steps were taken towards the young stallion, and she began to feign bites towards him, squealing blatanly loud.

[rayvencullen.]

BLACK CHAMPAGNE
BEAT DOWN.

From his peaceful grazing hill he watched the two intently with narrowed teal pools, keeping his neck low and at level with his back, maybe just a tad lower. What had this brute been here for, but whatever came to mind of the charcoal brute it didn't sound at all happy. Was he here to fight for his lands? No, if he was he would've called him down already, unless threatening his precious mare's life was some sort of call on gift. But he couldn't register why he was here, who he was, or what herd he came from. He didn't smell like a light, which threw him into instant cautiousness and alertness; were the darks already attacking? It couldn't have been, Chaos and Yarraman haven't been seen for ages, not even by his own straying eyes. Gentle, yet stern features that beheld the demon's facade shook to rid of the stray webs that obscured his vision, if to some he may have looked like a savage beast; tressels all stringy and wild will the others' were straight and atleast well kempt. Then again they probably had mares to groom them, but yes he had a mare but wouldn't let anyone touch him. Not yet, atleast. Gotta keep to yourself once in a while to learn who to trust and who not to trust.

You here for Black? her words were somewhat of impatient towards the newcomer, and some sort of anger hung in them. The midnight stallion lowered his nose to the earth to ignore them for a while, but their scent was overwhelming. The young ones musky scent disturbed him and Ava's gentle mare scent sent his senses amuck and on a rampage, so all he had left for his options was to wait for a direct approuch or calling, like he always did. He wouldn't just go to some old stallion and ask why's he's here, no, they'd have to report to him and tell him the reason they have tresspassed onto his lands without permission, but of course that was his motive and didn't care if it was anyone elses, not much mattered to him anymore except his lands, his mare, and his place as rightful king over Midnight Acres. As of speaking, he'd been introducing himself as the heir to this place, and it had to be stopped, he didn't want to seem all boasty on others and earn their knowledge of knowing his was here. Hell, right now someone could be plotting his downfall to kill him in his sleep, poison his water source, who knew? Only time would tell, and that time stood still when the dappled colt decided to launch an attack on the harmless mare.

He lashed out, kicked at her, screamed at her. Harks flew backwards into midnight hewn tressels and neck snapped upwards, an angered rage flooding from his lips as he slunk forward, rolling his shoulders into action. Limbs nearly hit each other in his hurry down the incline, barreling straight towards them without a moment's hesitation. Now you understand what's going on. No she didn't! She was just a poor, frightened mare roaming her land and all of the sudden you come out and attack her? There was no reasonable explaination for his actions, but they would not go unnoticed. He wouldn't leave Forgotton Valley without a few scar-causing wounds and certainly not until he figured out who sent him and what they were up to. Back off, mutt! he screeched, low and husky as he slid to a stop merely a foot away from his paint essa, cheek moving to press into her chest cavity and push her backwards behind him before limbs took a threatening step forward. State who you are and why you are here, and you may walk out of here. State nothing, you won't leave alive. Understand me, boy?

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[Nevaeh]

Malfoy

His grey auds where still back against his crown despite her speaking to him. the young half arabian did not answer her questions at all. When she called for some one called Black, shaking his crown lightly I have heard that name before. I wonder of Marvolo said it to me? letting my long pink tongue come out and lick my dark black lips, Oh I think Marvolo did say something to be about it. I better go tell my lord.

As his jet black orbs saw a stallion coming towards him, grey auds stayed flat back against his crown. Despite hearing his vocals the young stallion was not really noticing what he was saying. Why would I listen to what he is saying he isn’t my lord. giving a little smirk while his long pink tongue crossed over his dark lips that where covered in crimson, while his long banner flicked against his dark dappled flanks. Opening his darker colored muzzle, That, all you can say. I’m not saying anything to you Black Champagne. You are not my lord, I only take order from him. as he had finished speaking her turned away galloped away with out saying a word about who he was.

As soon as he was cross the border from the horrible light land, he reared upon his hind legs and snorted, while his forelegs pawed the air, when his black forelegs came back to earth he then galloped out of sight into the dark.

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[rayvencullen.]

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