Ғɛɛℓƨ ƨσ ɢσσ∂ вɛιиɢ вα∂,
Ƭнɛяɛ'ƨ иσ ωαʏ Ɩ'м тʋяиιиɢ вαcκ.
Иσω ραιи ιƨ мʏ ρℓɛαƨʋяɛ,
'Ɔαʋƨɛ иσтнιиɢ cσʋℓ∂ мɛαƨʋяɛ.
~xX Ɖαяκ ˩ιɢнт ƖƖ Xx~
Dark's mood lifted a bit as her sister just took off, without giving anyone a chance to complain about it. What a truly Ebony thing of her to do. But her attention was then attracted by Wind as he spoke. "Yes," she replied almost tentatively, not using her normal tone when she dealt with him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ƭнιƨ ιƨ ιт, вσʏƨ. Ƭнιƨ ιƨ ωαя,
Ɯнαт αяɛ ωɛ ωαιтιиɢ ғσя?
Ɯнʏ ∂σи'т ωɛ вяɛακ тнɛ яʋℓɛƨ αℓяɛα∂ʏ?
Ɩ ωαƨ иɛʌɛя σиɛ тσ вɛℓιɛʌɛ тнɛ нʏρɛ.
~xX Ƭнɛ Ɩитɛитισиƨ σғ Ƨнɛтαи Xx~
Shetan's deep laughter rolled out from his chest and across the plains as he watched Marvel's herd scurry about. At times there were horses coming at him, but then Marvel was there, trying to regain control. Haven slipped off and Brumby, Oaka, and a colt appeared. As everything settled down, the black appaloosa noticed that his buckskin rival was charging him. The stallion's laughter faded, a small smirk replacing the booming sound. His head was cocked and his cold blue eyes watched only a moment more. Shetan was then no longer idly watching, he had launched himself into action.
He was not heading for Marvel, rather his eyes had caught and focused on just one filly. His daughter, and he was intent on letting her know just who he was. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ɖσи'т ʝʋ∂ɢɛ α тнιиɢ ʋитιℓ ʏσʋ κиσω ωнαт'ƨ ιиƨι∂ɛ ιт,
Ɖσи'т ρʋƨн мɛ, Ɩ'ℓℓ ғιɢнт ιт.
Иɛʌɛя ɢσииα ɢιʌɛ ιи,
Иɛʌɛя ɢσииα ɢιʌɛ ιт ʋρ, иσ.
~xX Ѵɛℓʌɛт Ƨʋи Xx~
Vela placed her muzzle on her filly's back, warning her to stay put. As Brumby came to her side she let a nicker escape from the side of her muzzle in greeting. Her eyes flickered to the colt coming up by Vegas' side. The colt seemed to be Oaka's, and what a time it was for him to come to the herd. She looked back to the commotion and let her muzzle move from her daughter to her stallion, worry and a question flashing in her eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Иσвσ∂ʏ'ƨ α ριcтʋяɛ ρɛяғɛcт,
Єʌɛяʏвσ∂ʏ'ƨ ɢσт α ∂αяκ ƨι∂ɛ.
Ɖσ ʏσʋ ℓσʌɛ мɛ?
Ɔαи ʏσʋ ℓσʌɛ мιиɛ?
~xX Ƭнɛ Ɔσℓσяƨ σғ Ғαℓℓιиɢ Xx~
Oaka whinnied after her son as he followed his father. She cantered after them, soon spotting the reason for all of this squealing. It was her brother, come to haunt her sister. Huffing and trotting to Brumby's side, she watched as well. After all, it looked to be Marvel's fight. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ѳн иσ, Ɩ cαи'т ƨℓσω ∂σωи, Ɩ cαи'т нσℓ∂ вαcκ,
Ƭнσʋɢн ʏσʋ κиσω Ɩ ωιƨн Ɩ cσʋℓ∂.
Иσ, тнɛяɛ αιи'т иσ яɛƨт ғσя тнɛ ωιcκɛ∂
Ʋитιℓ ωɛ cℓσƨɛ σʋя ɛʏɛƨ ғσя ɢσσ∂.
~xX Ɖɛʌιℓ'ƨ Δ∂ʌσcαтɛ Xx~
Advocate unthinkingly bolted after his father. He galloped by the older horse's side, eyes widening as he saw the horses before him. There were a lot of horses here, but the only ones he really noticed were the two fillies his age. He tossed his head and pranced over to the one his mother'd chased off when he was born. He stopped by her, ignoring Vela for the most part. When whinnies and squeals rang out from Marvel's band, his hazel eyes flickered over to them but for the most part he focused on his sister. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~