My Black Myth

[Sohalia]

Irene

I have been in the land of Midnight Acres for a full day now. This seem like a normal land to me or must I say island. But I wasn't your normal mare to come here in search for something she have no clue about. I was here in search of something and it was a brute that I heard many story's about. I have to come here, to Midnight Acres to see was this brute real. I must say, I haven't even met this brute yet, but some odd way I hold feelings for him, close to my heart. But I didn't understand how can I hold such feelings for a stallion that I didn't know. Maybe I could find him, some way, some how. Then I can see is the stallion of my dreams or did other horses make him sound like a myth.

My limbs brought my stocky grey bodice into a land. I lower my cerebrum toward the earth as I began to take in many scents of others that was here in the land. I then came to a halt while I lifted my cerebrum from the earth, letting my nares flares while I smelled the air. I then felt my grey bodice freeze, the only thing moving upon my bodice as my muscles twitching under my silkily grey flesh. The reason for my actions was I was breathing in a a scent, the scent was a stallion. I knew it had to be my fairy tale stallion, Black Champagne. I wasn't sure, but I had a gut feeling I wonder into his lands. Was this by faith or would everything gone wrong for me from here.

[rayvencullen.]

( BLACK CHAMPAGNE` )
Caught up in this madness, too blind to see
Woke animal feelings in me
Took over my sense and I lost control
I'll taste your blood tonight..

(!)

The mystical land was relatively silent for him, seeing as he needed the proper time alone for some thinking and grieving. Chaos had offered him a spot in the Hollow Woods heirarchy, but the ebonite stallion thought otherwise. Maybe the chestnut suffered a concusion, cause he wasn't thinking straight. He couldn't just up and leave his precious mares and foals, where would they go? And if Chaos still thought he was a dark then he could take that idea and shove it. This stallion had been drawn to the light mares, their sweetness had tamed his once-ravaging heart. And for that he thanks them.

(!!)

He was balancing quietly on the footsteps of the stream, just a few yards off from the waterfall that crashed down and soaked him. But he did not move, he just stood relatively still with his teal opticals closed. Upon grieving he had to deal with Cassiopeia's death, and after he settled Morgana Le Fey into the lands he had a private session with the passed mare, watching over her until he had fallen asleep, curled up next to her cold bodice with the ocassional tear flooding his facade.

(!!!)

But now he was anew, and it didn't suprise him that he had become more aware of his surroundings, and when a new scent hit his nares his occuli snapped open in some sort of anger that his alone time had been ruined. Leaping onto land he took off at a slow-paced trot, head low while ears were slicked back into his tresses. Once the intruder came into sight he couldn't help but notice the mare, she looked like she had been confused on where she was. Stepping closer and circling her slowly he spoke, "State your name, mare."

[Sohalia]

Irene

I let my grey sentinels flickers while I heard the talons of another stepping in the shadows working there way toward me. I could feel my heart began to beat faster as it worked overtime pumping more blood into my quarter horse bodice. It was then when my green lanterns notice movement. I began to watch carefully making sure it wasn't some type of wild animal coming to attack me. It was then I notice the black stallion stepping from the shadows. His lanterns seem to pierce right as if he could see tho my flesh like glass. It was like I froze in place while I watched the brute circle me.

Was this Black Champagne? I believe that I was right. The stallion was blacker than night itself. I was like a deer in the head lights, I couldn't move. It was also like I was a dog, wagging its tail, happy to see its owner. I the manger to speak toward me, my words was somewhat shaky. Black Champagne? Is that you? It was then I began to calm down and return to my normal state. I then began to speak toward him. I'm Irene, I don't mean any harm sir.