Silence. Silence plagued her life as she stood, head high, in the middle of the field. She'd returned to her kingdom. Her thrown was broken in the silence of fall and it no longer smelled of his wretched stench. There was a new king here, although he was not new to the area. Victoria took in his scent, her white smudged nose coming within millimeters of the earth of the northern kingdom.
Her brown eyes closed as she thought. Large, he must be with such a scent. Confident as well, for she hadn't stopped smelling him since she'd arrived here. Caiaphas, her half brother, was likely larger though. He was larger then most. She could work with this, work around the king. And Galadriel was here too; the tempting siren could surely woo the brute stallion if need be. This was her kingdom, her bones belonged upon this throne. A silent prayer went out as she rose her head and opened her eyes. The wind answered her with a sudden blast.
ooc: short post cause nala's lazy. xD oh oh and here.
It hadn't been long since he'd seen Caiaphas. The two had only yesterday conversed about this and that. The conversation had been rather frivolous, as Annas remembered it, until they spoke about what was really troubling Caiaphas. He'd had a King's mare and he didn't know what to think of it. Annas had reassured him that he had made use of the infidel. Multiplication was what those of the female sex were for. He used his own experience with one red jezebel to counteract Caiaphas' feelings. The brute was powerful, but not cold, as Annas was. Without his pale counterpart, he'd be alone with his thoughts and his bird. Annas knew his relationship with the black equine was symbiotic.
Annas trotted briskly today, keeping up his strength. His gaskins pink from his own punishment, he denied himself nourishment today. Muscle was noble. Fat was not. His light hooves bounced on the ground as he moved, a strange scent passing through his nostrils. It was not strange because it was not familiar, it was strange because it was.
She came into sight slowly as his pace slowed. Another harlot, he thought. Closing in, he could tell that she was someone he should know but could not place the name of. Who was this wretch?
Annas entered her scene at his own pace, his narrowed amber eyes and scowling mouth apparent. "Who art thou?" his tenor erupted rather loudly as he held his bald head as high as it could reach.
The black mare's ears pinned back to her skull as she was disturbed by the harsh voice of a piercing tenor. Her eyes remained closed for a few brief moments as he continued his approach, her tail angrily twitching. She waited until he was downwind before she paid attention. You smell of my brother. Her voice was just as hostile as his, cold and unforgiving, slicing through the air aimed directly for his ears. Only the faintest hint of femininity edged her words, for even though power was her utmost craving, Victoria embraced her sexuality openly. This stallion, however, had already seemed to show his position on the matter.
She chose not to answer his rudely put question, instead pinning her brown eyes onto his bald head. She recognized him slightly, but dismissed it quickly because of the scent of Caiaphas. Her figured mimicked his, her head held as high if not higher then the pale stranger. Curiosity bubbled within her, but her poker face remained plastered to her face.
Annas huffed at her response. It was not what he'd asked, though it had provided him with information he hadn't known to seek. The mare was not soft, he could tell. Her voice was as dark as her coat, oozing with hostility. The pale disciple of the Great Mother knew not what to make of her just yet, though she already seemed more experienced than most of the females he met. Still, she was a mare - an inferior sex on all accounts.
Annas knew the stallion of whom she spoke - he was the only possible candidate. "Caiaphas," he said coldly. "He's never spoken of a sister."
The pale ghost of a stallion did not stir as he waited for her reply. We shall see what your judgement brings you, o strumpet of the night.
Her right ear flipped forward, listening carefully to the pale stallion before her. Never spoken of a sister, has he. She smiled wickedly, looking to the sky briefly before looking back into his eyes. Well I suppose he wouldn't have the mind to, but I'm surprised the bird hasn't mentioned my sister and I. This was all too amusing, she thought to herself. To smell so much of Caiaphas and yet not know the quiet beasts secrets must have an explanation unknown to both equines. Embarrassing, dear stallion. You're not as learned as you thought.
Her smile widened before it disappeared from her face all together. Victoria wasn't board. This was too interesting to bore her, but still the silence between them caused her to become antsy. Her mind was turning quickly, processing what was before her. Snapshots of things that may come crossed her mind. A smile, wicked or not, was not appropriate right now. Great Mother what does this mean? She silently spoke to her only superior. Who is this stallion, the friend of my brother? What am I to do with him? Her gaze never wavered from his face, her eyes giving away nothing.
The mare seemed bitter, as if she had been wronged by her brother or Pilate. Annas could identify with the latter. Her body language reminded him of his own, only with a bit more expression of emotion than he had - it was a common trait among the inferior sex. Smiles. He saw smiles from her more often than he'd like, as if she was hiding something from him. Lying was a capital sin and Annas grimaced in response to her grins. It was hard to make out what exactly the mare sought in coming here. The Great Mother only knew.
"Pilate and I do well to avoid each other," he said slowly and deliberately. His amber eyes burned into her skin as he looked her over, not admitting to himself that she was reasonably handsome. Never could he tell a female that she was above others of her sex, save for a queen or princess. The harlots were all the same, though they bore different faces and voices. "What is your name through Her eyes?" The Mother kept the all-seeing eyes; she knew equine's names before their parents had even conceived of them.
Her. She twitched. A believer. Somehow, something deep down told Victoria this stallion was a firm and strict believer of the Great Mother. She liked this trait. It was common in the mountains, and even more common in the friends of her family. Quietly she licked her black, velvet lips. She was feeling, just standing and feeling. One could easily mistake the silent state she took on so often as thinking, but Victoria was doing far different then that. Feeling was an entirely different state of being, far deeper then prayer the black mare thought.
She gave me the name Victoria. The name destined for a queen. Her eyes remained open, an oddity during her feeling state, but Victoria didn't quite trust this stallion yet. The name that was denied its greatness when powerful equines stripped me of my rank. Her voice became hostile again and she began to sink out of her feeling state. Her eyes flashed some emotion and her tail flicked with a little more severity as she thought of the old king, the one who had betrayed her.
Her true colors shown now. This 'Victoria', as she was called, sought the power Annas had suspected - the same he and Caiaphas sought. Could this sister of the black beast be an asset to their cause? It was very possible, however much he despised her kind.
"I was given 'Annas', for my devoutness to the Mother." Her story stank of the lies he knew mares were capable of, though this odor less foul than that of a more common female. Annas would have to consult with Caiaphas on the matter. The pale, sleek stallion made no acknowledgment or mention of her story as she spoke it, noting mostly her movements as she told it. A moody creature, to be sure. At least she showed some amount of appreciation for the Mother's superiority.
Galadriel. She blinked. She's lighter then you, Annas. A shock to the eyes for sure. Victoria could sense the pale stallion's primal instinct to undermine the female species. Galadriel would be a shock for sure. The smoke colored mare rose her white marked hoof and rested it comfortably on the cold, northern ground. Her statement was complete; Victoria was content in her control of the situation and she wanted Annas to know about it.
Has Caiaphas been around lately? The bird spoke of a child. I worry for my brother. His strength, at times, seems only skin deep. The Mare's version of small talk was crude and to the point. Never would she speak without accomplishing something, today she was discovering Annas. Her list was short so far; patriarchal, powerful, and witty where a few of his obvious strong points. What struck Victoria the most, though, was his obvious need to keep secrets, a trait that mirrored the mare's own personality type to the T. Her wicked smile and cold eyes awaited his answer.
What a name. 'Galadriel'. It was no wonder that Caiaphas had himself received such an ornate monicker. Victoria, on the other hand, seemed more humbled and yet here this creature stood. Annas' large, always-furrowed brow did not stir as he looked to her as she spoke. In all honesty it was probably the most he'd ever listened to a hussy without carrying on with his business elsewhere. A single thought of the mare he'd had almost a year ago flitted past in his mind. That sinner would thank him in the end. This one, however, seemed to understand the Mother's ways. She did not seem to care for the truth that females were lesser and that much agitated Annas, though she did believe she was a rightful queen and such high rank would account for her counting herself higher than normal, everyday jezebels.
"He is always 'around'. The brute is very troubled by his behavior of late." Annas' voice was rather high but manageably cold. His stone-like face did not tremble as he spoke of his partner. There was no proof but her scent that linked Victoria to Caiaphas; no use in telling her right out where her supposed sibling might be. If she knew him enough, she could find him herself. The stallion's thin coat gleamed in what sun trickled down through the russet canopy above, his bare crest and poll accentuated by the light. Amber eyes traced the female's figure for a deliberate moment before shooting right back to her face, his glued frown ever-present. He'd pay the price for that ogle later.
Annas had a feeling this would not be the last of Caiaphas' sisters he'd meet in the near future, assuming the whore had been telling the truth. Perhaps not the best assumption to be made.