/[D.e c e p t i o n]\

[Gospel]

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- dont ask why I named this thread 'deception' either.

The first time.
The very first.
A lithe figurine pushed herself through a sort of entrance, the only weakened part she had found in the strong wall of thorn'ed rose bushes that stretched on for ages, guarding something, stealing the creature's curiosity. It was the first time she had left her mother's side and gone somewhere on her own, the very first time in two full years she had wandered off without the protection of her dam beside her. And it felt not scary, not unnerving, not dangerous...but wonderful. For once Gospel felt as if she was living her OWN life, and not Mum's. Snorting loudly, the female forced her body through the weak fence of roses, feeling the sharp thorns scratch savagely against her pelt and cause blood to rise to the surface of her frame. The intoxicating smell of the flowers filled her nares, and she paused for a moment, a bit stuck in the place where she stood. Forehead furrowing, the young vixen shook her entire body, flicking her tail afterward to uncatch it from the spears that grabbed each string. More little knives cut into her skin, and she leaped forward, feeling a few of her tail-strands rip and remain dangling in the plant. The ripping was accompanied by the slicing thorns scraping against her slim figurine, and the sound of rose leaves tearing from their stalks to stay tangled in her whipcord. Once free of the deadly trap, the two-year-old shook herself again, exhaling a deep breath that had caught in her lungs before. Turning around, her skytouched orbs gazed at the place she had just entered from; it was now mostly tramped down, with branches broken in halves and crimson drops of blood shining on the tips of some of the thorns. A few ebon-glazed red roses lay on the floor, some of their pettle's squished and bruised, while others perfectly intact. Part of the stalk from which they had fallen lay beside them, or hung on to their heads by a few strings of material. It looked rather disastrous, causing the young doe to simply grin in slight amusement and turn back around to investigate this odd place enclosed by a barrier of thorns.

The female is a strikingly gorgeous creature, but her looks are not at all something she cared about. Gospel's mother is constantly keeping her coat in good shape, whereas the filly herself didn't give a damn whether it had sticks, leaves, or mud on it. If she did care about her looks, the young one would not have gone tromping through the rose wall the way she had just done. The pelt that has been placed upon this damsel is cut out precisely from the earth, placed on her body with a wave of hot cocoa crashing down, fixing the colors to a marvelous brown. A slice of the midnight sky has been taken to blanket her mug, and dab gently around her eyes. Orbs have been poured from the aqua liquid of the purest river, drop by drop they have fallen into her sockets and molded her seekers to perfection. Thin slices of flame dance from her boa, cut to tiny strips and solidified. These have been distributed to fill out her banner as well, a pinch of dirt littered over to them while still hot, to melt gently into the color. Upon her forehead sits an ivory star, shining white and strong. This the angels blessed upon her at birth, to protect her from the ghosts Solar Flare passed unto her Dam, and her Dam unto her. Long, slender towers carry this vixen when she desires to travel, bringing her up to a gorgeous height of 15.3 hands, though when full grown it will enlarge by four inches. Her build is more for speed than strength, and fast she is, though not extremely. Gospel can kick up a good dust, but she doesn't win every race she runs in.

"Hmn, wonder where I am."

Her voice was quite, directed solely to herself and none other. There were not a soul around within hearing distance, anyway. Perhaps further in, though. Raising her onyx mug to the sky, rosy hu'ed nares stretched open wide, and she inhaled. Scents of many sorts rushed into her chasms, including the well-defined smell of other equines. Two, from what she could get a whiff of. Lowering her muzzle again, audio tipped forward and a look of utter interest grasped her spirit. Tilting her head slightly, Gospel stood there for a moment, then took a hesitant step forward and released a call, noting her presence to all open ears. The cocoa-coated damsel stood still for a moment, then thought she would move on, explore more of this new terrain.

Whipcord lashing against her heels to shoo away the flies, Gospel walked forward, each step finished with a squish of mud or the soft feel of grass laying down beneath her daggers. Her breathing was normal, though anxiety ricocheted through her body, as this was the first time she would speak to any horse without her Mother standing guard beside her.

Stopping after she had advanced a few meters, the filly once again parted her lips and sang a sweet song, letting the equids here know of her presence. Silence took her again, and the female snorted, lowering her lead to the floor to nibble on the grasses while she waited. Teeth ripped emerald blades from the earth, grinding the plant into a stringy liquid which she swallowed. It was a sweet sensation that ran down her throat, and an urge to roll overcame her. Lowering her head, nares flared and she released a string of quiet snorts, circling an area very tightly. With a loud exhale, her body was lowered to the ground and she rolled onto her back, flailing her legs into the sky as she thrashed about on the grass, feeling the soothing touch of the plant on her slashed skin. Once finished, Gospel moved herself neatly onto her stomach again,and stayed there. Nibbling the grasses around her, the angel peacefully lay on the grassy flooring, awaiting someone to greet her. The sweet graceful aroma of roses clung to her coat and filled the air, crushed petals of the ebony roses dancing around this clearing with a wonderful smell, stronger than the usual calming smell of roses everywhere else.

[Oni]

The song of a sweet angel,calls for the company of a lowly mortal. Please,oh heavenly one,for the one you call upon draws ever near to your precious soul.

The sweetest melody soared over the shadows of the forest,branches reaching toward the sunlight as the call of a valkyrie for anyone in this kingdom to come to her. One in particularly stood upon his perch,harks raised and soaked in the tune. The knight stood upon the hill in all his bronze armored glory,obsidians stockings gleaming as a dagger as raised then slammed against the earth impatiently. Was this intruding being of the opposite sex already breeching his borders? Yes,the movement of the rose wall said so and gave the lord a faint smile. Ambitious little princess,walking right in when the door lay closed. Oh well,she would be answered to. Sooner or later,but the masculine wished to wait a few moments. See if she was going to be what he expected her to be. There we go sweetie,that other call comes to his awaiting auds like rain seeps into the ground down to th roots of all vegetation. The smile grew wider,and dial was thrown into the yonder,reply of deep volume clapped like thunder over all of Black Rose Glade. The commander would go to the lone damsel,sooner or later.

After a few moments of peaceful silence,Oni effortlessly slid down the hill side and into the darkness of the forest. His scent was everywhere,upon the trees and in the brush. When first claiming this vast realm,it had been his first priority to make sure every other equine knew that he claimed this place and it was his through and through. Yet,another scent drifted about,just not as strongly as his. Twas Falling Sky,his first claimed mare and the one who currently held his first foal within her womb. Both were rather young to be having children,but it was a natural way for harems to start out early. Yet he was wandering off subject,right now he should be thinking of the seraph who so boldly entered his home without even asking. Now,she was going to meet the top dog and undergo his little examination. Maybe she was a loner,looking for a place to settle down in. Heck,he had a nice-cozy spot for her any whom wished his hospitality. In return though,they must respect his laws and if they did then he would respect their personal space. If only his other claimed faerie,Luci was the short of her beautifully long dubbance,would enter her new home. As of yet,the emperor has not seen the double hued lass.

The cocoa swan was almost passed,but the firey blaze of her threads caught the warrior's gaze and he began his way toward her. She seemed young,more so than he atleast. Being three rotations of age and a successful lead was quite surprising,but this vagabond looked like she still needed her mother's underside. Smothering the rather rude comments running through his mind,Oni smile sweetly to the vix then began to circle her in a quick trot. He made sure to ripple his muscles and arch huis serpentare as little show off affect for the filly. All the while he was scanning her petite bodice for scars or any sign that might portray her inner being. When nothing truely popped out at him but the fine carve of her form's crevices,the bronco decided to sweep it aside that she was a good little girl that needed some freedom from her parents babying actions. No problem,the offer for all was welcome to this oaken jewel. That is,if she didn't have the hot attitude that her ribbons and plumes so gorgeously displayed. He was going to find out,and his common introduction was the begining of this investigation.

"Welcome M'Lady,to the neutral land of Black Rose Glade. I am Oni,lord of all who live here and everything that stands around you. If it no heavy burden,may I know the dubbance the angels have blessed your soul?"

[Gospel]

Loves, Done.

Gospel continued laying there among the strong scent of roses, maw working to nibble on little bits of grass around her, filling her stomach nicely. It remained like this for a while, blue gaze darting up to stare at a lone bird every now and then, patiently awaiting any signs of the lord of this palace. For quite a while all was silent, then the faint sound of crackling leaves drifted to the young maiden's audio. Swerving her head around to stare at the area where the sound melodically came from, Gospel released a slight snort of eagerness. Both radio pointed attentively on the spot, and great blue eyes blinked as a figure came through the bushes and trees. Releasing the air that has formerly sat still in her nares, the sphinx heaved herself to her feet and took a step backward, eying the male curiously. It was he whom Gospel had attracted here, him whom she had asked quietly to meet. Watching the brute as he circled her, petite female noted his proud stance and the authoritative air circling around 'is form. So, this was the almighty leader of this glade surrounded by bushes of thorn. The king, lord, controller.

Stepping forward, lassy listened quietly as the King spoke to her, the usual flattering tones that Gospel took a strong dislike toward. Tilting her long head slightly to the side, flicka moved tauntingly to the male's front, lifting her mug out to 'is own to exchange scents. Masculine smell stole the filly's mind for a moment, and she immediately registered it as the scent of Oni, the name he had given her. Then, stepping back once more, Gospel parted her own lips and allowed darkened words to drip into the air. "M'lady? Yeah...that's what they ALL say, isn't it?" The sassy tones left her cup and drifted into the audio of the stag, silence taking their place for just a moment before the words continued. "Angels may have blessed my soul, but it might have been the exact opposite, Oni, overlord of all things and beings on this terrain. Gospel, is what I go by. A name that begs for my being to remain....innocent." The last word was spoken in a lowered tone, barely louder than a whisper. Bad little flicka, being all but an angel around the stranger whom so secretly tested her.

Keeping her head at a level barely lower than his own, Gospel remained still, holding her ground and refusing to show any signs of submission. Those who crawled on their knees begging for acceptance into herds and having their underbelly's exposed at all times were nothing more than weak. Gospel was not weak, and would not have herself looking so. No, this little temptress would strand strong, and ne'er try to be something she was not. Blinking slightly, the dove of almost three silently watched for the Lord's expression, a calm aura circling her body. Then, after a few more thoughts danced merrily through the empty chasm reserved for thought, words were plucked and chosen. Jowls parted, and in the same taunting tone came yet another few syllables and words.

"Before m'lord asks, I have come here to escape the pathetic arguments of my sire and dam. Wandering has brought me to your realm, and I ask to be allowed a home and grazing area here....somewhere I can make....friends.

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[Oni]

Lovely lass was more than the young Lord has expected,she presented herself with an aura of grace but also alittle more confidence than he liked. True,she held her tiara respectfully but her words spoke well enough for what lay under than beautiful surface. She wanted freedom,from her past and from her parents bickering ways. Often this knight would have presented a haven for any such maiden that was in any kind of dismay,but this one was much different than all the ones he had met before. She asked for a release that he would not be able to give,a key to her prison that his words and heart did not hold. Whatever her sire and dam were going through trekked from far behind her,haunting the very shadow she cast across the glade both equines stood within. Memories do not fade,they just slumber in the darkness of your mind. Whatever demons scarred uneasiess within her would be there untill matters were settled. Besides,he didn't want big bad Daddy to come down here searching for his baby girl.

Oni set his visage into an expressionless state,not allowing her the satsifaction of his annoyance. Gospel seemed the type to take pleasure in rubbing other horse's fur the wrong way,giving them a hard time because inside she bubbled with unhappiness. Emerald spheres set upon her own firmly,holding her gaze and letting every tenses muscle on his developing frame to show the command he held within Black Rose Glade. No loner would waltz in and expect his approval,may they be a damsel or warrior. First she must pass his examination,for he did not want to drag in someone who could cause his small family harm. Flaring his nares,the guardian bobbed his summit and pulled his twin towers forward. Whiskered kissers parted,and he let forth a short little set of questions. She was to answer these,and if she chose not to then it might or might not affect her chance of joining his harem.

"Well,innocent Gospel,who are these parents that cause you so much unssettlement that you run to this particular kingdom for freedom? Why here,why me and mine? Do you truely seek release,or protection? Please,enlighten me with your dreary story so I might better understand you M'Lady."

His words drifted into the atmosphere,dancing and twirling about to be pondered by the fatale. Bronze clad commander arched his thick serpentare,and waited patiently for her answers. No longer did the leaves hang from the trees,but lay under a thin layer of snow. Forest province was beautiful during winter,for the pathways were paved with the alabaster power and the shadows were lightened with the pure blanket. This was his first year leading the realm,and yet he loved it so much already during every season that he had passed with it. Hopefully,his three faeries that resided with him loved it as equally as home as did he. Each was unique and wonderful in their own ways. Falling Sky,his first claimed and Betess alongside him. So dazzling in her quite and unsure ways,he was happy to share a child with her. Luci,beautiful and sweet no matter what they discussed. An angel fallen from the heavens,she would likely be a good mother if she ever asked a foal of him. Finally but never the least,his newly claimed Breseis. Pretty lass,she was mother to another foal but he accepted her and her babe as his own. She was respectful,loyal,and very kind. It was likely that she would gain the rank of Deltess if she kept the attitude up. Now,if Gospel joined him he was sure she would surely unravel every one of his mare's patience. Hopefully,she too was sweet under this coat of sarcasism. Hopefully....

[Gospel]

Listening to his words with a silent stance, the temptress arched an eyebrow, tilting her head a bit farther to the side. Questions, he gave her. Words that he expected answers too, because all answered him, didn't they? Of course, he was the all-powerful Lord of this thorn-enclosed land, all who stepped upon it must lick the ground he trod on or be banished from standing in his glistening presence. Half-tempted to refuse his answers, Gospel simply took a step forward, muzzle pointing straight down at Hell. Her forehead came close to his own, a mere inch away from it...and there it remained. Fatale's aura tingled as it collided with the prideful one of Lord Oni, and a sly smirk spread over her lips. Nothing happened for a minute or so, then jowls were slowly coaxed open and words brimming with attitude spilled forth. "My parents, Lord Oni? Hmn...well, my sire be the all-powerful King of the weaklings....the lights. I know not his name. And my mother...a neutral dame by the name of Crimson Conflict." Gospel paused for a moment, sleek whispery tones stopping as she paused, pulling her forehead away from his own and beginning to walk around the stag with long strides. Then, the words started up again, though these were much more flowing and loud...a bit teasing. Matching her bouncy step. "Your place just seemed to draw me, O-ni. The deadly flowers that bloom here reflected my mood, and pulled me right through your barriers." The 'o' was drawn long, a sing-song like tone edging it. As the words stopped, a cute smile was flashed in the brute's direction, before the lass stopped and was still.

Bodice was turned very slightly in his direction, a playful stance that Gospel purposefully chose. Whipcord flicked her tail a couple of times, then slim pillars once again began moving the lithe figurine of the damsel toward the stallion. Her pelt brushed against his as she walked past him, lowering bloodkissed serpentine as she moved under the brujo's head and brushed against his cage. Turning, Gospel pressed her body against his side and wove her neck around his own, parting her fangs to speak. "Please let me join? I promise I'll be a good girl." Her normal tone drifted into the male's ears as she smiled, blinking a couple times before she moved her body away from his to stand in front of 'im again.

Wiping away her playful facade and arching an eyebrow curiously, Gospel silently awaited the gladiator's reply.

((Short, but ohwell))

[Oni]

Warm breath spilled across his nares,spheres staring directly into his as they hovered but centimeters aways. Sage gaze hardened,the resentment of Gospel daring to be so disrespectful actually sparked something else within him. Joy,for this spunky young cocoa lass around his age was much different than the others he had offered his home to. She was independent,had her own opinion,and wasn't afraid to voice what she had on her mind. This was,a different expeirence for the Lord of Black Rose Glade and he was ready to take it on. So,tightening his muscles and rose his dial into the aero and listened intently upon her silky words. What she said surprised him more than anything else could have.

'Daughter of the Light King?'
This thought thundered through his mind,tearing it apart and losing all speech that he had planned on letting forth. This...this....this prancing piece of energy and silver dipped tongue had the blood of an almighty King running through her veins. Lanterns widened,and mug was held tightly closed as he tried so desperatley not to laugh. He wasn't one real big on other stallions ruling him,and the fact that here was a maiden whoms father out did him on anything mattered even less to him that the dirt beneath his obsidin daggers. Gospel seemed equal in his feelings,for she spat the title as if disgusted by it but softened her melody when it came to her dam. A guess popped into Oni's thinking box that maybe the Light Kind had bred with Conflict,left her and then she came back so many years later with his daughter that he was to surprised to accept all of it. So apparently,this oaken seraph escaped whatever arguements split the long lost lovers apart and sought a place to be free. Well,she had chosen very well with this rose walled kingdom of balanced equus.

Bronze titan felt the tingle upon his side first,then the firm press sent electric bolts all over his body. Male instincts jumped,heart pounding in his throat so that he felt it would sweep away the very air he gasped to keep his lungs full. Once before had he felt so undefeatable,and ready to take upon an army all by himself. That monotime before this had been his first courting expeirence,which had been with Falling Sky. His Betess,and they had created a beautiful daughter from that special time between two horses that were as close as any two being could be. Now,as Gospel wrapped her nape about his own and pressed her cheek to his,Oni shuddered with excitement and boyish pleasures. Whispering,she asked to join his harem and the world seemed to shake back into reality. With a jolt,the buckskin bronco bolted away and shook his mind clear of the fantasies playing in them. Giving the newcomer a steely stare,he parted his jowls and spoke in a firm tone.

"You better be,or I will chase you off of this land faster than you can say 'sh.it'! Understand? You will be a regular member of Black Rose Glade,and respect my two higher ranking faes as much as you do me. Falling Sky is my Betess,and our daughter Venus is not to be messed with in any way unless you are playing nicely with her. Breseis is my Deltess,and her daughter Lost Dreams is to be treated the same as Venus. Then there is Luci,and she has the same rank as yourself. Be good little girl,or I will have to give you a spanking."

[Gospel]

A slight smirk crept along the edges of little Gospel's lips as she saw the stud shudder, his instincts feeling pleasure at the attention given to him. Audio flicked slightly, aqua-filled pools watching the brujo calmly and darkly, awaiting his response. It came very soon, firm and authoritative tone sliding into the fuzzy listeners of the seraph, telling a story along with response to the diabla's own speech. Blinking, ivory eyelashes touched each other gently and then slowly parted, looking carefully at the male before responding. Lips parted, and tempting, acidic, silky tones happened to slip from between the fangs of the dame, body once again drifting toward his own. "My Lord Oni...do you think I would dare disrespect you or your higher-stepped doves? No....I would never. I won't touch your precious daughter or her playmate, either. No, this one shall just watch the two princesses and be ready to dash forward and rescue them if harm does come to knock at the door. " Taunting smile once again haunted the cocoa-pelted fatale, stepping close to the male again. Velvet muzzle dared to touch that of Oni's, nares fluttering slightly as tingles were felt stinging at the fae's maw. Parting her jaws once more, she continued her words. "As for spanking me, Lord Oni, you can do that anytime....even when I am not being...naughty."

Exhaling her breath, vapor flew forth to gently touch the dark skin of the King.

INCOMPLETE

[Oni]

- Waiting -