My eyes are W I D E open..

[Havoc]

X .Kaulux. X

It had only been a couple of days since Kaulux came to Dark Equines, she has heard about the history of this place and doesn't sound so good like because all the darks want revenge on the other two alliances which is not a great idea, Kaulux is scared of darks she remembers them still in her past, what they did to her was wrong and no mare at all should have gone through what she has. She was beaten and raped by many darks and found herself in a slave cell baring them foals one after another, she was tired and exhausted. Until her father came to the rescue he saved her but told her to keep running from the dark side but be friends with the neutrals, she never saw her father again after that, she doesn't even know if his still alive.

Her appaloosa pelt shone in the beaming sun rays, she was a golden tint colour with a few speckles here and there she was different to most other mares. She wasn't a slut, no, she didn't talk very much some had mistaken her for a mute but no she isn't a mute she is just very shy. Trotting weakily she held her crest low as well as her head letting her velvet kissers smoothly, lightly touch the surface of the terra as she moved on smoothly. Swishing her tail from side to side, she came to a halt, huffing, exhausted and fatigued.

[x.fall_for_you.x]

Unlike the past few days, it was sunny. The rays of golden sunshine brushed over his land, seeming to hover over the soil like it was afraid to touch it. Pools, chocolate in their coloration, scanned over the surface of the Earth. With the land still being new to the baron, he didn't have much idea where everything was. The only things he knew by heart were the slave cells, where he spent most of his time even though they were empty. Blissfulness settled in him as he thought about those cells slowly beginning to fill, giving him an endless amount of play-things and a line of Death Eaters to slowly command the whole community of Dark Equines.

Harks were resting lazily against his skull, optics unfocused on any certain part of abode. No amount of the domoness registered in his mind until he was almost upon her. It was the smell of fear that hit him first, chilling him to the bone. Could he possibly be this lucky as to have a pathetic vix to wander onto his land, unprotected and alone? Pulling his muscles together, he halted in the shadows and watched the bespeckled carcass, held low to the ground in all aspects allowed, move in a trot until she could no longer bring herself to move. It was then, when she was huffing and puffing, sides heaving, than he approached her.

"Oh, look at the little wrench," he chanted, appearing before her like a ghost. "She's all alone with no one to protect her from those nasty dark brutes." He whispered the last part, cocking his head at her and waiting for her response.