Service For The Evil Incarinate?

[.:.~*~ Terenita ~*~.:.]

Across teh landscape, a full moon hid behind the cloud cover. Darkness, darker than bfore, fell over the land. A silent, ebon figure glided through the terrain, the only thing reavealing his presence were his eyes. Pure crimson. Like the blood of many that stained his vicious daggers. He was blacker than night. He was darqer than Darq. And he was more silent than silent. But, unlike many's suspicions, he did not come here to pick a fight. No, he came here becasue of his want to serve. To serve the Evil incarinate in his quest to destroy the pitiful Lyghts and the weak-willed Neutrales. And now, as his scarlet gaze swept the land, he let out a silent bugle. None could hear it. Yet you knew it was called. His harks pricked ever so slightly from their pinned position, and his nares quivered as a scent filled them. Mares. Darq Mares. Yes, he wanted one so, but he knew better than to steal one. From he Evil Incarinate. he wanted to be of aid in the quest for destruction. Perhaps a Higher Ranking Stallion. or, if the Evil Incarinate found him suitable, the Knight. But even Shadow Of Infinity knew he would not acchive the position of Duke so early. No, for that he would need to prove himself. Or he could just be a Lower Ranking Stallion. Most likely. And he patinetly waited for the arrival of the Evil Incarinate. He. Shadow Of Infinity.

[/color]

[Clueless]

^{Orbs narrowed slighlty as the ebony mare felt the presence of a new brute. She snorted sharply and cantered to where she would know where to find him. As her daggers silently cut in into the earth, she knew the stallion was infront of her. Slowing down to a halt, she kept out of distance from the large horse. Her orbs glintted in the darkness of the night as she rasped to the ebony brute, "Yes? Why have you come?" She knew he might not answer, it didn't matter to her though. Her lord could question the brute.}

[.:.~*~ Terenita ~*~.:.]

[center[One hark lifted from his crown and swivled to hear the mares words. Turning his frame towards her, her flared his nares slightly. Giving a soft a snort, a flick of his tassel, and a piece of his mind.

"I have come to serve the Evil incarnate"

Destroy. That one word flodded his thoughts like cold blood flooded his heart. Destroy Lyghts. That's why he had come here. To aid the Evil Incarnate in the war.[/center][/color]

[`Avvy]

Harsh stepped fowards from the shadows, proud tiara held high. No matter seemed to be able to impress upon her that she was a mare of disgrace. She knew better than to believe a simple title bestowed on her by a stag, a stag who, though still the greatest darq ever to curse this earth, was decidedly against her. Movements brang 'er closer to the one other mare in this realm she could stand, any minute that annoying, high pitched, high maintenance lyght wench Ani would be here. Tune sprang forth, for though definetly subdued since her arrival at Bloodfest, Harsh Awakening was anything but conquered.

To serve, eh, boy? What hath Lucifer bestowed upon thou? I myself have been cursed with Harsh Awakening, a most agreeable tune... and most truthful.

Get the point? Her thoughts were menacing, and she was trying, struggling desperately, always, to destroy the emotions that shone bright in 'er pools. Failing every time. Not really caring...