[The.Dead.Walk.With.Shards.Of.Souls]

[Darkstar]

Earthen mass shifted somewhat half-heartedly through the frozen dirt, flints slowly making their way through the sickly-looking forest towards....home. It had been a long while since he had laid his pools upon his herd. In a way he was ashamed, he hadn't spent time with his heirs, the beloved in his dark soul. His absence was a mystery, no one truly knew the reason, and he spoke not to his fae's...but t'was better this way. He was somewhat weak, more tired than anything. It was a long and arduous journey he undertook, and it took it's toll on his well toned bodice. Sore and lonely, he arrived at The Ruins....Home sweet home...

[elle]

Ive been beaten, defeated, but baby you, You put me on a high
Sombra had begun to accept the fact that she may end up spending the rest of her days grazing on a hill side with a foal by her side. The foal at the time was a dark colored filly, Salete, whos michevious side was already coming out. She knew better than to leave her mother's side, but how she wanted to play with the funny looking striped colt. She called for him, her fillish voice sounding off of the stone ruins. Sombra sighed as the filly would prance away, waiting to see if Sundae would appear, and then prancing back whenever Sombra moved to a new spot of grass.
Sombra was mid-chew as her eyes caught onto something traveling over the horizon, a masculine figure. She raised her desert head into the skies for a better look. Salete, noting her mother taking attention to a new matter, trotted over to her side, mimiking her mothers movements, her fuzzy dark head raised high into the sky, the whites of her eyes showing, nares flared to show a pink flesh.
Sombra finally recognized the form of the beloved King, who had mysteriously disappeared. She didn't know if he would want to be swarmed by his mares, so she held back her instinct to run to his side. The filly however, had no clue who this big stallion was, a small shirll was released to Sundae, whom she had naturally fallen into a feeling of protection by the half-brother.
The damned are a majority in this heaven like hell

[Lex]

Dharma flicked her whipchord as she stood outside of a townhosue in the Ruins. She had her son Sündae by her side, and was nothing if not content. Sündae was a very obedient son, but for some reason, the call of his half-sister lead him away from his mother's bod. He raced to find the origin of the sound. It was clear that she was in the meadows surrounding the back of the Ruins, so he lead the way. Dharma lowered her dial and shook it at the foal's anticipation. She kicked her columns and was off; following her son's footsteps.

When Sündae reached his destination, Sombra and Salete stood with their ears pricked in the way of some strange horse, that was obviously not like any of the horses he'd met. He'd only ever met mares mind you, and this not-fae was different; like him. He galivanted towards Sombra and stood on the opposite side from Salete and stared at the dark figure he could not identify.

Dharma followed Sündae to the meadow and slowed down when she reached Sündae's side. She noticed they were all looking at the same thing. Across the way, was, was, Filth! He'd been gone for so long, but he was back! She was utterly surprised by his sudden return and stood there in a state of shock...[/center][/size]

[Darkstar]

As he neared the innards of his lands, silhouettes took shape on the horizon. Pistons drew ever closer, and the silhouettes took on the frames of his dear mares Dharma and Sombra...and two tiny babes in their midst. Maw was pulled into a tender smile, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the surprise in their eyes at his appearance.
Even in his sore condition, he quickened his pace to a trot and hurried to be by their side. Sweet-saturated nicker sounded for his babes, beckoning them to his strange frame. Second call begged for the company of his loves..

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[elle]

So Kiss Me Goodbye
Sombra's pistons picked up immediatly at the call, not even waiting on her mind to send the signal to do so. She trotted to the bay's side, nuzzling his neck with fevor. She turned as her little dark filly cantered down. She had never met a stallion, same as Sundae, but something about this equines voice compeled her to his side. She called to Sundae

"Hurry up slow poke"

as she galloped down to the copper steed. She stoped a few feet back, her head still held high, nares still pink. Her steps where high and deliberate as she awaited her brother to approach the beast with her.

Sombra smiled at her little princess, she turned to Filth, a smile on her white dial

"This is your daughter Salete."

I Can See The Venom In Your Eyes

ooc- it means dirty/filthy.

[Lex]

Dharma smiled as Filth greeted them and nuzzled his withers.

"Good to have you back."

Dharma was not one to swim in the happiness of such a return, or ask questions, so after that, she kept her kissers shut. She looked to her son and beckoned him towards Filth.

Sündae got the hint and pinned his ears and raised his dial. He proudly prnaced to the masq and looked up at him. He didn't have any visible happiness, sadness, or appreciation for his father's return, but just tried to impress him. He flicked his fully horse-like whipchord and was beginning to loose his "cool". He turned around and retreated back behind his mother's hind columns. He turned his head at Salete and snorted as he rolled his orbs at his own fright.[/center][/color][/size]

[Darkstar]

The sight of foals brightened his facade, as well as the gentle caresses of his mares. A wave of guilt washed his hide, and Filth brushed his velvet maw against his Sombra. Soft words pursued the angel's towers, a hushed apology, private and her's alone. He nuzzled Dharma, and proceeded to lower his barrel to the ground, getting to the babe's level.

[elle]

Angels fall, Devils Rise, But You Can't Stop Me

The white mare smiled as the stallion's lyrics floated to her, a soft muzzle placed on his shoulder. She didnt blame him, we all have callings that pull us away. A small smile was given as he layed down with the foals.

Carry on, Carry on, All You Minstrel's of The World

Salete watched as the bay stallion layed down to her level, a small nicker given to this beast that aroused a strange feeling of comfort in her. She tentatively walked forward to his side, her tiny jaw reaching out to pull at the ashen aud of the stallion. A small squeal was given, she turned and pounced back to Sundae's side, she nipped the stipped colt's side, then pranced back to the bay's side, laying down and snuggling close to his warm hide.

[Lex]

Dharma laughed slightly at Filth's nuzzle. She watched him lay down and retreated slowly to a tree and lowered her hocks, and folded her cannons to lay under the oak.

Sündae danced away from his father and stood next to the tree watching his mother lay down. He mimicked her movements and laid his head on her barrel. He was happy to have his family with him; all of them this time, not just his mother.[/center][/color]

OOC: Sorry, couldn't think of anything....

[Darkstar]

Ebon' maw parted in a sheepish grin at his daughter's antics as she reached her slender neck out to pull at his flutes, then darting away and back to rest at his side, her plush pelt so soft and lovely. He knew that in a few weeks or so, her dusty baby coat would proceed to shed and a lovely ashen gray dapple hide would emerge. He placed his chiseled dial upon his babe's shoulder, the most loving gesture he could offer.
Slitted pools watched a pleasant scene of a babe and his mother. What an exotic brujo Sundae would be...handsomely cut like his sire, beautifully patterned by his mother. The prince and princess of the Ruins...together with their father...and Filth couldn't be prouder.