Post by Seele Studio on Nov 12, 2012 21:50:34 GMT -5
Home, it was something Gravemind had never dreamed of seeing again. At least not this close, never this close. He currently stood right at the border of the mountain range, almost fearful to go in. His mind flashed back to the dreadful day he was banished from his fathers regime a full year ago. He wished that his father had just ended his life, it was the punishment Grave deserved for not protecting his brothers.
Painfully he pushed the thoughts away and focused on why he was going back to the mountains. He was useless, at least without someone to give him purpose. Grave was a solider, he needed a commander. He had seen a little of the king of the mountains and could think of no one he would rather serve.
As Grave made his way into the mountains he prayed that the harsh stallion would take him. He had no clue what he would do if a no was uttered, he would rather die. He filled his lungs with air then bellowed out a call for the king.
The mountain territory was nearly silent today. It was never fully silent; something was always whispering through the hills and into the ears of its many inhabitants. Today, however, the whispering was so faint it had begun to drive the queen mad. Victoria had much on her mind in the days leading up to spring. It was the beginning of Eli's second year as prince and nearly her third year of reign over the kingdom. The smoke colored mare held her head low as she walked behind her son, her ears tuned into anything and everything possible as to escape the voices whispering in her head.
Her eyes watched the near purple tinted tail of her son, the heir, swish contently before her. She had a sudden urge to bite him. Victoria's ears were often pinned back, it almost seemed to be natural for her, and they were always pinned when Eli was around. She had managed to rid herself of him most of the time, having her sister take on the mothering part of his upbringing, but she couldn't rid herself completely of her blood. He was always around in some way shape or form, and it was usually a cheerful one.
If only your father gave a damn. Resentment had begun to bubble up within the queen as she spent her first winter in a lonely state. Eli was no comfort to her, and although her mind told her Annas was not "comfort", her heart spoke otherwise as she watched Galadriel make eyes and Caiaphas dote over his newest offspring and the child's devoted mother. The feeling was hard and anxiety provoking, causing Victoria to move closer and closer to the edge of her remaining being. Her ears remained pinned back as she followed her son, keeping a close eye out for Annas and trying ever so hard to hold her mouth shut so she wouldn't lunge at her own child.
ooc: vic's gonna loose it. she is sooooo resentful right now xDDDD
Annas, though connected with quite a few of the horses in the mountains in one way or another, spent his most recent days alone, communing with the Mother. He felt closer and closer to her the more days he spent away from his wretched family. He cringed at the thought of the word. The pale ghost of a horse could not deny the word; he had fathered children with the mares and he'd spent most of his recent years with Caiaphas. The brute of a stallion was the only one he could call a "friend". Victoria held the royal position of Queen beside him and Galadriel was somewhat of a wet nurse. They all served their purposes and they were all necessary to keep the lands in line. The tri-horned mare Caiaphas called a mate did not belong here and neither did her demon progeny Charlotte. Annas could not fathom what his esteemed colleague saw in the fanged female but something kept Annas from throwing her out, as he would normally have done. She seemed familiar, as if she held some necessary evil within her.
Eli, on the other hand, Eli was different. The colt had grown by now, surely. Annas secretly longed for the day he would become a stallion. The king would shape him upon his third birthday into the stallion Annas knew he could be. For now though, Annas left the dark colt under the care of the mares. He had no interest in children.
The call of an unfamiliar horse startled Annas, though not noticeably. The scowl-faced king's ears pricked in the direction of the sound, his head raising from its lowered position. Annas' only meal of the day had been cut short and for that, he was not amused. His blood heated as he began to trek toward the stallion's call. As Eli and Victoria's scents ran through his nostrils, his teeth gnashed together in anticipation of the upcoming situation. He would not acknowledge them but instead show his rightful heir how a real king handled things. With the Great Mother on his side and his only interest her's, there was no possible outcome Annas would not anticipate.
Upon sighting and approaching the newcomer, Annas arched his neck and lifted his thin tail in dominance.
"Your arrival has issued you permission for an audience with the king?"Or so he thinks.
Post by Seele Studio on Dec 10, 2012 21:01:28 GMT -5
Grave twitched in anticipation, he half way expected the king to just ignore his call. After all, Grave was just an unknown, unwanted stallion on his lands. He huffed, that would actually make him want to come more, to get rid of the intruder. He looked around wondering if it was really a good idea to be here. After a bit he shook his head in despair, there was no where else for him.
He found it odd when the faint smell of a mare and foal wafted over to him, maybe the queen? Or maybe just a curious mare, he didn't have much time to think on it though as soon after the king found him. The expression on his face made Grave rethink his decision to come here. Though the king showed dominance, Grave remained relaxed but not in a cocky way. At the kings question his ears cocked back uncertainly," N... no?" He was unsure on how to answer that or if it was rhetorical or not.
Grave took a step back and gathered his thoughts," I didn't mean to intrude or place assumptions. I am terribly sorry if my being here is an issue." He paused and studied the Kings face then continued," I am here to ask you permission to be a warrior in you herd."
When Annas' voice became audible above the constant chattering in Victoria's head, the mare stopped dead in her tracks and licked her lips. She watched as Eli, confused by his mothers actions and the voice in the foreground, turn back to look into her conflicting eyes. The foal wasn't looking for reassurance, he was smarter then that. Eli was looking to make sure he wouldn't be abandoned by his unloving mother. Victoria, however, was not concerned with her son, raising her head above his level and drinking in her mates heated words with pleasure. She was thirsty for blood, and the tension of Annas' question called her nearer.
The smoke colored mare lead with her white snipped nose as she bolted past her son and into the clearing where her mate and a strange smelling stallion stood. Eli was at her heals, used to the sparatic fleeing motives his mother often displayed when he was around. The colt, however, stood back when he realized what was about to happen. As the prince, he'd been subject to a few of his father's meetings before. Mostly he was subject to his mothers audiences, but either way the colt knew it was best to stay out of the way and just observe what was happening.
"A warrior you say." Victoria's voice rang out sarcastically as she quickly approached the pair, placing herself deadly close to Annas. She did this not only for position purposes as queen, but also just to piss the mane-less bastard off. She smiled her devilish smile moving her eyes from Annas to the stranger. Eli was completely out of her mind by now.
"And who says we need a warrior? Do you find us weak, stranger." She glared at the stallion. "Who are you to look me directly in the eye. I am Queen here." She pushed her nose out threateningly to the stallion before snapping it back and placing it as high in the air as she could. Victoria had spent all winter with her near bastard son, Annas was going to accept her parading. He hadn't seen her in a time and she needed to make a scene.
It took a certain kind of equine to understand where Annas went and what Annas would do next. He doubted even Victoria would know. This stallion before them clearly didn't. Annas almost laughed at the thought of his request. This disparaging-looking stallion? In the Great Mother's land? Annas would more likely drive him away than allow him into his herd. Annas nearly questioned the Mother for even creating the green being. Annas' tail whipped around and slapped his side harshly at his own thought. Shame on him for questioning Her.
His expression did not alter from his usual scowl as he looked up and down this disgrace's form. He was at least a beast of a stallion, at 17.2 hands. Nothing to sneeze at, even for Caiaphas. Annas did not fear the living, as he stood tall before the much-taller stallion. What would She do? What did She expect from him in this moment? Be compassionate? Gracious? He would never be prepared for such trivial responses.
Victoria and Eli made their presence known next, as the smoky Queen ripped apart the stranger's approach. Annas' expression jerked to her with a stern, hot stare, his eyes narrowing as she spoke. Did she think he needed her or something? Was he not kingly enough for her? Annas had half a mind to drive her away right now. It would certainly be a lesson for Eli to learn. Mares were subordinate. Always. Even to this drudge of a stallion before them. Even if she was the queen. "VICTORIA."
Annas took a pointed step in her direction. "Do you not have the respect to keep out of matters that do not pertain to you? This is not your place."