A fight to remember...

[-Pyro-]

(ok the yellow ones will be cherokee, the green ones will be Nightmare, and the purple ones will be Ramsses, and For bother Ramsses and Cherokee it will be teal)

A lone dapple fae fled across the oasis in haste. Her steely colt sprinting beside her. They had to get away.. go quicked if needed, just flee from her wrath. But they were not half way across the grassed section that covered part of thee dessert when A scream of anger flared up from somewhere behind them.

"RUN!" Cherokee Promise urged the youth beside her. "Go to the forest! Don't let her find you!" Thgouht when Ramsses stayed by herside matching her step for step she pushed him towards the cluster of trees. As she pushed him away she turned to face the oncomming intrudder.

Ramsses fled quicker as the steps incresed. He knew little time remained to get to the trees. And so with fleeting steps he finally dove for the cover seconds before the figure of another appeared across the oasis.

The other figure was that of Disturbed Nightmare. She stopped menacingly scanning the terra for her sister. She knew she was here, just not where. Ah, there! She could see her standing there trying to look brave.HA! fool, they both knew she was weak, and would crumble before her. With malice seeping from her every breath she advanced on Cherokee. "I'm back..." She hissed charging. She lept foreward towards her teeth barred and eyes blood shot with lust.

Cherokees lamps widened in fear and she cringed as the full force of the blow landed on her neck. She could feel skin tearing off her neck as Nightmare ripped at it. She pulled herself away weakly and straightened up. "No Nightmare... Not this time..." She managed to choke out. And with a small effort she hoisted herself up and broguht her peircing daggers and hard frame crashing down on Nightmare.

Nightmare was not prepared for this sudden attck and was shocked to feel herself rumpling and bleeding beneath Cherokees weight. "Oh, so my big sister finally got the guts to fight me did she? It shall be your first and last..." She hissed crawling out from under her.

Again Cherokee stood with more effort. She could feel pain in her chest and suspected a broken rib, but she wasn't going to give up. She stood before her facing her fate.

A wild grin spread over Ngihtmares face as she once again charged, knocking Cherokee clear off her feet. She pinned her to the ground and laughed maniacly. "I shall enjoy this soo much. I have waited many long years for this moment..."

Cherokees eyes widened with fear and flicked to the spot where Ramsses head peered frozen through the trees. Fear flecking his face. Mentally she sent him a message hoping he woudl know what to do. For even she couldn't deny her death any longer

Ramsses opened his mouth as if to say somethign but the sight horrified him. This could not be happeneing. Although his spot wouldn't allow him to see the other equine, and he knew not what she looked like, but he didn't need to see her to know fear. It was reflected in his moms eyes. He made to step forewards qucikly giveing up. He appeared to be frozen to the spot.

Nightmare grinned and applied her hoof to Cherokees neck in just the right position to break it. "Any last words?" But she didn't wait for a response. Slowly and painfully she applied more and more pressure to her hoof until the sickening crack rang throughout the vally.

Cherokees scream flitted through the valley ending wiht the crack and then she was gone. Her body lay limp.

Nightmare laughed maniacly and kicked the body in triumph. It was over! She had finally gotten her revenge. Now she coudl head back to the land and face Shadow... But now in a much better mood. She turned to exit her steps lgihter and quciker. Adrenaline flowing throguh her veins as she galloped away.

Ramsses cringed at the snap and shied at the laugh but still could not keep his now glistening eyes off the figure of his moms corpse laying there on the ground unmoving, without life. Why hadn't she come for him too? Did this other know of him? He doubted it, and thus waited till she was out of the lands before stepping from the growth. He rushed to his mothers side. Slowly and rather afraid he reached his neck down and nudged her gently. "Mom?" He asked not letting his voice choke as tears began to stream. "Mom, get up! She's gone!" He nudged her more urgently, even thgouhdeep down he knew she was gone. Several more minuetes he stood beside her body weeping. His mom could be gone... He still needed her. But alas she was, and he was on his own. Which way was back to Levy's land? He found himself thinking. They would take him in... But he couldnt remember and so alas he began to walk. Slowly at first then slightly faster. Where coudl he go? Only time would tell and for now that meant moving. He would be safe now...

[\\Leviathan//]

Snorting upon every exhalation, Leviathan entered the scene of the slaughter with all the grace and clamour of a freight train. He slid to a halt a few yards from Cherokee's body. She was always a mysterious one... he thought But did she have such little faith in me to think that I could not defeat a Darq ess? This death did not have to be. It was an error in judgement. A stupid, stupid mistake! As his thoughts culminated he let out a roar of frustration, erupting into a rear and crashing down almost immediately. He was not the largest hellion out there but he could use his size and slenderness to his advantage, his agility often overcoming his victim and/or assailant. A gust of savage anger burst forth, barrel heaving at the emotions racing through him.

He spotted young Ramses striding not far off and gathered his limbs into a treble beat to catch up. He slowed when he reached the colt's side, head dropped low almost in defeat. Come, Ramses. You can stay with me. he said gently, unable to resist adding At least you have a friend in the world.

[-Pyro-]

Ramsses watched Levithian almost in shock. Was it really him? A smile of releif flew across his dial and he turned eagerly. "Thank you Leviathan, I do appreciate your kindness, and i'm sure my mother would too..." But as he said mother tears welled behind his deep brown orbs. She was gone... gone for good. Suddenly he stopped. How could he face Plymouth liek this? Tears streaming down his face, and legs trembling from weakness. No... she might think him weak... He couldn't have that. He'd return another time, but right now he just needed to be alone. He whirled and tears still flowing, sobs still racking his body he tore off down the vally, dissappearing out into the desserts harsh winds and flying sands.

(*sigh* poor ramsses, dont worry you'll see him again some day. Hes not gone for good lol but you will be surprised to see him... hehe)

[\\Leviathan//]

Leviathan dropped his dial, gaze downcast. His harks remained angled in the direction of Ramses' flight, but he didn't bother to watch him go. What was wrong with everyone, why did they always run from him? Maybe the problem wasn't the rest of the world, maybe he was the problem...

The once-proud auburn hellion now sported a look of defeat, skull and banner drooping low to brush the scorching granules. He finally had a place to call home, but he was just as alone as he'd always been. Maybe it just wasn't in him to be sociable... the curse had transformed him to the point where neither Light nor Darq could accept his presence. He was an outcast, despite his best efforts. Happiness was just not meant for him.

[Alto]

Plymouth then entered the scene... She had followed Leviathan with the hope of saying one last goodbye to Ramsess... Yet, when she saw his mother, she halted, and gasped.
Daddy... Where is he?

[\\Leviathan//]

Leviathan raised his cranium slightly, angling it in the direction of the traumatized colt's departure. A minute jerk of the skull was made, answering her question wordlessly. He felt inclined to step in front of Plymouth to shield her from the horrifying scene, but he had neither the energy nor the willpower to command his body in any such gesture. A great sigh heaved forth from his weary bod, drained emotionally by the world's lack of faith in him, and drained physically by his own lack of faith in himself.

[Alto]

Worry and woe set in... How could this have happened? Only a few days ago had she spoken to his mother... Now she was gone... And so was Ramsess. Should we just... Let him go? She observed the trail he had taken... Aye, he was headed to the open desert...
She looked away, then looked to her father. He seemed to be weary, and an unfamiliar feeling of hoplessness filled his aura. Daddy?

[\\Leviathan//]

We cannot force him to stay when his world has fallen apart.
He cannot be thinking straight, this hath torn his heart,
And now he seeks some time alone to think on this.
I hope he does not forget us, though ignorance is bliss.


Again the auburn stag was struck by the incledible loneliness of the world. No matter how cruel or kind he was, life did not seem to give him a break. In the end all his speed and musculature amounted to nothing, his petty pride meant nothing, he came from nothing and would someday return to nothingness. All meaning he had once seen in the world had left, not because of a fleeing colt, but because after all this time he was still a lone brute left to wander the world in search of brief solace from his loneliness. If it weren't for Plymouth... who was to say Leviathan would still go on?

[Alto]

Plymouth looked to the sod, sadness filling her heart. Why was life this hard? What was life? So easily ended with a slash of a hoof? Was there any meaning at all, other than to bring you great happiness, then tear it away from you, all at once? She came to her father's side, nibbling slightly on his hide.
Is life always this hard, Daddy?
She looked to him, a hope inside her, screaming no... No... It's not this bad...

[\\Leviathan//]

When the sun dips below the horizon all is dark
More so in contrast with the day.
But who wishes not to have seen the light and felt its warmth
When the shadows seem here to stay?

Every day has its night, every yin has its yang.
Some days the beauty is what we see,
Other times we see but the end.
Life is not the failure, the failure is me.


The depressed brute continued steadfastly to reply in rhyming stanza, thought nothing he could utter could express what he felt. His logical mind screamed that this was an illusion, that life only seemed pointless for the moment. The morning would come and all would appear new and brave again, and things would be better. But how could he say that when he felt that he would never feel the caress of happiness again? Ah, how he despised his weak Light moments!

[Alto]

You are not a failure, Daddy. Not at all... Don't think that way.
She nuzzled his withers in reassurance. Why did he think that way?! It wasn't true! She did not know must of his past... But she knew he was NOT a failure.
And I see, everything had light and darkness... It just matters which of these sides you turn to... What do you turn to, Daddy? She did not know this, not at all. She hung her crania in an akward way, awaiting his reply.

[\\Leviathan//]

It is not set in stone which allegience I be
For neither, at times, seems suited for me.
In the middle I dwell, a Neutral am I,
Light and Darq fight within as they do in the sky.


It was still partially true, though his power lust often sent him following the ways of Darqness. But he had his weak Light moments as well, when bitterness failed and all that was left was regret and self-pity. Could he be blamed for his reversions to violence and dissent when for a great portion of his life they had been all he had known?