there's that voice with the promise of sin; drustan

[Sibella]

Sylva had become a shadow of the past.

The latest stallion that rose into the crown's acquisition had done little but put a bitter taste in Sibella's mouth.  Sweeping in with other Loessians in tow, he'd laid claim to the wicked few that still roamed the woods caught in everlasting autumn.  At least the prior two before the dappled stallion had stirred something within the recesses of her ever darkening mind; they had demanded respect, and in turn, had given their residents free will and a means to come by their darkest desires.

But this newcomer, what had he done to gain their respect? Whose blood had he spilled, whose lives had he destroyed?  As far she could tell in her young mind--no ones.  And so her respect would not lie with him or Sylva, or her mother, or the select few remaining inhabitants of her first home.  She'd left with no resistance, sparing no time for any fake goodbyes.  They would not miss her; she'd hardly been but a quiet shadow to them, forever watching on the fringed outskirts of their gatherings.

The woeful song of winter winds pouring through ragged stumps and the frigid crunch of snow packing beneath burdened footfalls are the only things that accompany her as dusk falls over the meadow.  A heated cloud of vapor trails past her onyx lips, head raising slightly as lazy ears flicker listlessly to the side; unaware that the usual role she played did not belong to her tonight.  This evening, she was the one being watched.

@[Drustan] <333

[Drustan]

Gone, she is gone. No trace of her had been left behind, no old scents, not the nest where she –they – spend most their nights, not even a single strand of hair could been found. And the Lord knows he has searched everywhere. Not a single rock had been left unturned, and even the most darkest caverns he had entered in his desperate search for her.

But no, all attempts had been fruitless. They had taken her right from underneath his nose. From one moment to the other, someone had stolen her away. It is the only truth Drustan can get himself to believe, unable to even listen to the possibility that his world had left him on her own accord. She wouldn’t, would she?

The young stud is fuming. Anger and desperation holds his body in their grasp, a body which has grown rapidly. Drustan does not know his own strength, does not even realise how he has changed. How big his horns have become, nor that he is more muscular now. As a little bulldozer he stamps through the meadow, cold blue gaze dancing across the grassy land.

Without his mother, there is nothing that ties him to Nerine, so the blue roan stallion had not bothered to linger behind. Thought to ask his grandmother, or even the new queen, if they knew where Vi was had even crossed his mind. Rational thoughts were not the ones he is capable of now.

When his eyes land on a dark spot among the green, his head rises with a jerk. Both his dark ears point forward, and before he even realises what he is doing, Drustan’s loud whinny is carried across the meadow. Could it be? The horned stud does not wait, pushing his tense and worked up body in a quick canter.

The black girl is nothing like her, and he does not even try to hide his disappointment. Disappointment that soon turns into anger. Frustrated his hooves collide with the grass, kicking some ground back as he snorts loudly. “You’re not her,” he says, almost accusingly as he tosses his head back. His blue orbs narrow on her shadowy wings, then roam across her figure, before he pushes himself forward again, in favour of circling her. “Not even a little.”

Except for the fact that she is black too, and almost just as pretty.


@[Sibella] Sorry for the wait <3 Hope this makes up for it!

[Sibella]

Another rotation of the ears laterally in time to catch a loud call.  It echoes across the nearly empty meadow, practically echoes within her too, but there is no desire to turn and face the issuer.  They weren't there to grab her attention or flag her down; had to be for someone else.  And even if it was for her, well, she simply didn't care enough to stop.  Doing nothing, including not talking to anyone else, sounded infinitely more appealing and a much better use of her the indefinite free time she now seemed to possess.

The stygian girl doesn't stop, keeps moving forward even as the horned beast pulls up alongside, prattling off some type of thing that sounded remarkably accusatory.  She'd done things, instigated things, that might have caused upset for some people so she'd grown used to that type of tone and his delivery is nothing new.  The problem she had was with that look of angry disappointment that he didn't bother to try to conceal--now that was something new, something she hadn't seen directed at her before.  Whoever he was searching for, she clearly wasn't it and it was displeasing to him.

She only stops because she is forced to as the boy rounds up in front of her, continuing into a circling path outward.  But she refuses to meet the unknown color of the glare that threatened to smite her for something she could not control for once.  "Not even close," she mutters blandly as if she knowing exactly to who is was referring,. Her head turned to stare expressionless at the circling shark, and she called upon her own shadow to twist into pitch black horns to rest atop her crown in a mirrored image of his own.  "I'm like you."

Hawkish yellow eyes peer beneath her matted forelock, expanding and contracting the shadowed appendages subconsciously; a tick she'd acquired when studying a subject.  Curious now, because he seemed to be rather relentless, "Who is this 'her'."

@[Drustan] finally I found sib muse <3