Not Long Now

[Lost]

The enlightened femme skulked sullenly through the shadows, noble tiara dropping low to the ground, nares barely reacting to the stench of evil seeping through the thin layer of mud and browned grass. Once shining orbs were dull with broken spirit; though she bore the title of dark queen, she was nought more than a prisoner in these dank and putrid lands. So many seasons had passed since she was captured and cast into this prison; each time the moon rose and fell she felt her life ebb from her, slipping slowly from her grasp. And yet in all this time she had not borne her captor the heir he desired, and she was determined that when she passed from this world to the next, she would leave no legacy, no creature to endure nor inflict the curse of her satanic master. A fire burned briefly in her orbs, flickering with the intensity of her desire, and then faded. No matter what, she would force her master to kill her before she gave him that which he desired most. This would be his punishment for her enslavement.

Nose drooped further until it touched the earth, and she looked many years older than her age; how the darkness had withered her soul. The world became still around her; the wind ceased to blow and the birds fell silent, until it seemed as if the lone mare was but a painting, immune to the trappings of this world. But she was not. Before long, the scent she gave off would attract the beast that roamed these lands. Before long, he would demand that which a stallion always desired for a mare. Before long, she would seek the solace of death.

Not long now Crystal... not long now.

((OOC: Sorry, it's been a while, I'm very rusty!))

[FalconX]

The massive brute stalked the land, his lips twisted in an angry scowl and his brown eyes cold and unfeeling, sparked with a light of his constant anger and perhaps even insanity. His hooves pounding on the dirt created a loud thud, unnecessarily loud. His ebon and white pelt was ragged, the stallion had yet to lose his winter coat. He shook his finely chiseled head, causing his forelock to flop over one of his mahogany hued orbs. His white ivories ground together in his outrage. Another breeding season was here, and he had yet to see his Queen. The mare had become his mate, so to speak, many seasons ago, and she had yet to produce him an heir. His patience was non-existant. Brown eyes narrowed and his slow pace slowed till he was at a complete stand still. If not for the slight wind blowing his mane and tail, he would have appeared a statue.

The stallion's nares flared and he easily caught the scent of Crystal. A smirk slowly claimed his maw, replacing the scowl that had been there moments before. He moved into a swift and graceful trot, his pillars carrying him towards the mare. Finally, his eyes landed on the sun-kissed frame of the femme fatale. No longer did he see defiance in her posture, her head seemed to hang, and she looked slumped. As if she had lost all will to live and fight. This could be in his favor, he snorted, or not. He slowed to a complete stop, only a few feet from the mare. His head held high, boa arched, he raised a leg and struck the earth twice with his coal colored piston. "Crystal" His vocals rumbled from deep in his throat, no longer as high as it was when he was younger. The brute had matured into a real stallion. He cast her an almost evil grin, white teeth flashing from the suns rays. "Perhaps I should enlighten you to the duties of the Queen..." His words resonated in the relatively empty land.