--Stained with Filth--

[Darkstar]

Filth cantered inward from his daily excursions, in tow was his newest catch, Sombra. He quickened his pace, ready to be in the heart of his familiar territory, the church. Dial swung to face her, snort emitted from widened nares. His maw parted for song...

I hope this place is to your liking. There are sleeping quarters in the pulpit of the church, and there is standing water towards the southern end of the territory. Be careful, and be courteous to your lord.

He paced a bit and lead his bodice to the interior of the building. He was intent on sleeping a bit, for he had no rest for nearly two days now.

[mycheese]

Sugar Rush wanders, hyperly, into The Ruins with no idea where he's going. He smells the stentch of the old ruins and quickly regains his senses.

Wha.. Wha.. Where am I ? Hello ? Anybody there ?

His body tenses up as he hears the deep voice of Filth. He feels as if he can't move. He hears a door slam and runs, frightend, for his life but only to bump into.. Filth.. himself.

[Evil Crazed Monkey]

[glow=red,2,300]Enchanted Storm released a high pitched scream from his maw as he saw the foal bump into Filth. He had been traveling and happened to end up in the Ruins. His hooves dug into the ground as he galloped up to the foal. He pushed the foal away with his nose, leading him far away from the tyrant that was Filth. "What were you thinking child?"He said, in a gentle voice, as not to scare the small foal. "That equine you just "met" is a ruthless tyrant that stops at nothing, and I mean nothing, to do evil"He glanced around, searching for the tyrant, hoping he was nowhere near them. The crumpling, anciant walls seemed to close in on them as he continued to speak. "Child, you would do much better off in Cresent Valley or another place of the Lights.

He let out a strangled sigh and searched for some of the scarce food in these Ruins. He saw a single green stalk and nibbled on it. He then raised his head and looked back down at the foal. "What may a small foal like you be doing in these parts anyways, young one?"His orbs continued to shift nervously, hoping they wouldn't run into Filth again. The tyrant had destroyed many a equines life, and he wasn't about to destroy this tiny foal's.

He nudged the foal gently to where he thought the end of the Ruins was. "Leave now young one, unless you want to be forced a slave of Filth for the rest of your life."The dark sky threatened to storm on them any minute. "Go, now!"He shouted. He had sensed the presence of a brute somewhere nearby, and he wasn't taking any chances. He pawed the rugged ground with his hoof and looked towards where the presence seemed to be.[/glow]

[Darkstar]

Loud disturbence awoke the hellion from barely reached doze, audits swiveling and pools slitted. Yells echoed within the empty church, sound advice it seemed. Too late they were uttered although.
Mahogany beast stepped out from the shadows, from the belly of the ruins. Pistons began to pump, carrying tyrant towards the equines who disturbed him. Irritation was written on his maw, nares flared and snorting. Obviously I've got quite a reputation. Gotta keep up my image He grinned as he pondered...Aww, perhaps i should give this one a break...maybe.
Minutes later, he came upon them. He stood in the deep shadows of the forest, unseen but sensed, as the foreign brujo pawed nervously in his direction. A young colt was with him, maybe the reason the brute was here...was it his? Let's find out...
Black hide shifted to earthen shade as he pulled away from his camoflage. Maw twisted into a smile as he allowed pools to lick over the bodices that stood before him. Soft song parted from scarred jaw...

'Ello trespassers, did you know that it's rude to come to someone's home uninvited?

Song was spoken with a grin all the while, he kept his gentle look about him, no need to scare away the visitors before he was ready.

[Evil Crazed Monkey]

[glow=red,2,300]Enchanted Storm's orbs widened in sheer terror. He had never seen this tyrant so many despised before. He took a small step back, nostrils flared, auds pinned flat against his head. He continued to stare at the other brute. The words he emitted from his maw made him want to cover his auds. He continued to step back, his hooves making a clattering echo on the rough rock. "What..What do you want with us tyrant?"he said in the most corageous voice he could muster."We have done nothing to you...we only wandered into your land by sheer mistake."

His hooves stopped, as if glued to the ground. He motioned for the colt to run, as he continued to stare Filth straight in the eye. The glare his orbs held seemed to tear through his hide, but he continued to make eye contact, not showing weakness. He shuddered almost silently. What have you gotten yourself into now, Storm?he thought. Why he had even put a single hoof in these crumbling walls was a mystery to him. He then suddenly spun on his haunches and started to gallop away, his thundering at a pace he never knew was possible.[/glow]

[Darkstar]

Aww...no one wants to play. We shall make them. Smile played across his lips and the brujo bolted, and Filth leapt right after him. Running was a pleasant pastime to him, and he had nothing to fear from this lad. Long pistons made lengthy strides, loping to match the fellow's gait. In a moment he matched his gallop, breaths deep, not sharp that's the key to a good run...he thought silently to himself. Dial faced the brute in full gallop, words spoken in a yell over the sound of his flints pounding the ground....

You have no reason to run from me, stag!

[Evil Crazed Monkey]

[glow=red,2,300]Enchanted Storm quickly slid to a stop, spun on his haunches and headed in the other direction. Filth's words stung his ears. Even if he didn't have a reason to run, he'd heard terrible things from other equines. His orbs scanned the ancient, crumbling rock for a small opening. He spotted one and shot through it like a mouse. He soon reached the Forest of Despair, and stood there panting. His hide was flecked with foam as he took in sharp intakes of the cold fall air. His lungs stung like ice, but his hide boiled like acid.

He turned around hoping the tyrant hadn't followed him. His narrow orbs scanned the land before him, but he didn't see the brute. As if on autopilot, he broke into a quick, restless trot, just in case Filth really was there. He then suddenly collapsed on the ground in exhaustion. He curled up in a sort of ball and lay there, shaking and praying Filth did not find him. How did I ever get myself into this...he thought.

He knew if he continued to lay there, the fierce stag should find him. He struggled to get up, but miracoulosly, all 4 hooves touched the ground. He stood there, panting from the sheer effort of standing. His legs shook, but he started to walk, far off the trail. Why he had even stepped into the Dark Terras, where tyrnats roamed, he really didn't know. His sharp breaths finally calmed and foam stopped frothing from his mouth. He abruptly stopped and took in the scent of the forst. The pine needles, and the fresh scent of fall. If only this place didn't haunt the spirits of the terrible tyrants who roamed here.[/glow]

[Darkstar]

Filth followed his trail, steady pace and silent. He allowed himself to fall behind, entering the bordering dark lands. Nares were so sensitive to the sweat and fear that the fellow stank of, it wasn't hard to follow him. He shifted through the trees some distance from the brute, just an illusion, a mirage. He was curious why this light stumbled here.

[mycheese]

[glow=blue,2,300]Sugar Rush lurked in the forest beside the stag who had found and saved him from the terrible brute. With mud slathered over his body, he had no scent for which the tyrant could pick up.

He steps silently. Where am I? he thinks to himself as his orbs take in all what there is before him. He senses a presense...a disturbing presense. The brute he had ran into. he thought. He's following the stag..

Sugar Rush freezes and looks back slowly to cause less movement. To see Filth, the familair tyrant he had ran into earlier...[/glow]

[Evil Crazed Monkey]

[glow=red,2,300]Enchanted Storm, to preoccupied on getting away, didn't notice Filth behind them. As soon as the colt stopped, his muscles froze and he stiffly turned around, his orbs glancing from side to side. As he looked forward he saw that Filth had followed them. He shuddered, but stood up straight, trying to look as opposing as possible. "Why do you follow us Filth, we have no intentions of hurting you." He stared the tyrant straight in the eye, curled up his upper lip and flattenedhis ears. He raised his head high, still staring the brute in the eye.

"I challenge you to a fight, if I win, I may wander in the Ruins whenever I please, and you must not bother me." He continued to glare as he stood there in a threatening position. His legs were spread wide, his teeth bared, his orbs narrowed and his auds flat. If you win, I may never go to the Ruins again, and you can bother me all you want." He growled. he stood there and waited angrily for the tyrant's reply.

OOC: Sorry for the crappy post, my muse went on a vacation [/glow]

[mycheese]

[glow=blue,2,300]Sugar Rush stood still in the darkness, unseen by the brute...yet. He stood like a statue. Scared half to death at what the light stag had said. What if Filth wins.. he thought to himself as he stood, slightly trembling.[/glow]

[elle]

Sombra entered into the ruins. She looked about, her heart appeased with the place. It was elegant, yes, but at the same time destoyed. Like our Sombra was herself. She nodded to Filth and walked in, she knew the deal, do what your told, and there will be no trouble. Gain the trust of your king, and do what you want. She smiled as there was already a fight beginning. A short snicker came from her, but she turned to face the foal, a smirk spreadign across her face.

[mycheese]

[glow=blue,2,300]Sugar Rush, still as a statue, met the equine's orbs as it pierced something deep in his bod. He could here his own heart thumping, even Enchanted Storm's. He still stood with his legs braced slightly and his maw slightly open. His auds not flattened nor foreward. He side-passed closer to the stag for protection.[/glow]

[Darkstar]

Filth glared at Enchanted Storm, pools slitted like the serpents that frequented The Ruins. A challenge, eh? Bold bastard...he will regret this.

"If you had any common sense, you would know that if I meant to bring harm to you, I would have done it way back in the Ruins. But I accept your challenge, brute."

Flanks were lashed with ebon' tail, bull-whip banner. The air sliced by black cords...flints pawed at lush green loam, and brow furrowed. Ivories bared from curled maw...hide risen at the spine...he was what Hell spat out, it's fire still burning within him...scalding his blood.

[mycheese]

[glow=blue,2,300]Sugar Rush hid in the brush of to the side as his orbs absrobed the movements of the tyrant. The mud he had rolled in to rid of his scent had dried. He tried to shake it off, but only bits and pieces released from his slim bod.[/glow]