Tolter Musings

[zippo.]

Stone cold killer with lots of attitude, and a snarky boy king with an obsession with snakes

The man who believes he can get anyone he wants and the girl who shuts him down

The sadistic serial killer who has stuffed animals based his victims and his murderous spirit wife

[zippo.]

Everything was black, all I remember is my soul floating through oblivion searching for something to or someone to save me. I never was one to enjoy the night, the eery silence, lack of color and hope. Here I was, a wisp of light in an endless abyss of black. Then something changed, I could see it. So close but yet so far, a sea of fire growing near and engulfing the empty space around me. It was so warm, comforting, like a mother cradling a baby I found a place I could belong. For centuries I was there, my home in a blazing pit of pure energy. The dancing flames became my friends, they were the only ones who would listen.

I thought I could spend eternity there, the more I moved the more I discovered. No longer wrapped in black, everything around me the home I so earned for. Something went wrong, I could feel myself being pulled away. It was a force out of my control, moving at the speed of light through the flames until everything became cold. I had grown, my entire essence was burning as I was thrusted through time and space itself.

Passing planets I didn't even knew existed until the force slowed, a planet like no other. Green and blue, I could hear the sound of laughter, but also the sound of sobs. I knew what it was - life. Things started moving again, spinning and morphing into one as my soul was thrown through the atmosphere. Darker shades of blue turned to light, strands of fluffy condensation did nothing to stop my impact.

My skin felt like my home - burning with the power to destroy and create. I felt nothing when I crashed into the surface of this strange place, a small ring of fire burning though the thick weaving green. For the first time sense my creation, I looked down a saw something. Not just the end of smokey trail, but a body with four hooves and all.

I felt alone, a child lost in a strange place searching frantically for it's mother. All I had to do was look up, my home climbing the sky and illuminating the Earth I stood on.

As time went on I learned this place had time of light and time of dark - my purpose became clear. A protector to those just as frightened as the black emptiness as I was, saving them from what lurks in the shadows. I will Chase the Sun until the day I die, then be reborn to start again.

[zippo.]

A mare by the name of Rosemaree. A legend surrounds this spectacular mare, one has dark and twisted as the brindling on her bloody pelt. Everyone's heard of Bloody Mary, but have you heard of Bloody Maree? Truth be told, it's a depressing story. Centuries ago a beautiful mare was sought by every buyer, and every stallion. When she finally had chosen her lover, she watched him be killed in front of her, and found herself in chains. They used her beauty as a tour attraction, as if she was some sort of circus freak. She lived and died in those chains. Upon her death, she rose as a vengeful spirit who sought only to destroy those in love. To summon her spirit, you and your lover must visit the wilderness in the cover of night. Nothing but a candle, and the two of you holding hands and singing 'Maree, Maree, will we see thee? Maree, Maree, will we stay and be?' the lore stated that her spirit would raise and tell you if your relationship was to last. Instead, when she appeared her face was stained with tears and her eyes emotionless. She'd tear apart your companion before hanging you by a chain.

In the ritual of today, Bloody Mary appears to individuals who ritualistically invoke her name, by repeatedly chanting her name in a mirror placed in a room that is lit by a candle. The Bloody Mary apparition appears as a corpse, a witch or ghost; can be friendly or evil; and is sometimes "seen" covered in blood. The lore surrounding the ritual states that participants may endure the apparition screaming at them, cursing them, strangling them, stealing their soul, drinking their blood, or scratching their eyes out.

[zippo.]

This stallions name is Blurry face. Inspired by the Twenty one pilots song Stressed Out. This song speaks of the struggle of growing up and facing the fact of surviving on your own and loosing your creativity. It also explores Anxiety, Insecurities, and Depression, all things I have been struggling with. When I first discovered this song I cried, and more tears came with the discovery of this wonderful band. The lyrics feel like my own words but from a different voice.

His halter is based around the twenty one pilots logo, black with the bands' logo and silver or gold buckles. He is biologically a stallion and identifies as one, as far as sexuality he is Bisexual.

Blurr suffers from terrible Anxiety. The transition from foal hood to adult hood wasn't good one, being abandoned and thrust into the real world when he was unprepared proved to be his downfall. He's fairly quiet, as he over thinks everything he says. He tries to not hurt others, to not share his opinion, not give anything away about how he truly feels. He analyzes every detail, even before every step he thinks of the consequences of what direction he goes into. He avoids being out with others, any social interaction frightens him to the core. When he sees his reflection he hates what he sees, picking out every flaw until he's torn himself apart. He knows he shouldn't, that it's wrong and not true - but he can't see himself as anything but a failure.

The barn hands have tried to get him to come out, coaxing him with treats and kind words. The humans he can stand, he knows they won't judge him - he can sense they are worried. He identifies with the tall black haired girl - her eyes just as blue as his coat and just as sad as he is. Brooklyn was her name, she would come to his stall every night and talk him to sleep. Laying next to him, stroking his mane, explaining to him all about how she knows how he feels. The depression, the crippling anxiety, the self loathing. She told him she knew he wouldn't recover within days, and she promised to be there as he did. Slowly but surely she said, he would be happy again.

After months of Brooklyn easing him to sleep, promising him a better life was coming, he finally started to believe it. It was one night, she didn't come alone this time, she brought a vibrant mare, Bella. At first she saw just there with him, as Brooklyn talked to them both. He was uncomfortable, scared, but she didn't speak nor judge him in anyway and eventually he fell asleep. This happened for a few weeks until the Mare started talking to him. Asking him about the world through his eyes - sense she was blind. He described to her the horror of what he saw, and she explained to him the beauty she knew was there. Eventually Brooklyn would stop coming, only to drop Bella off for the two to talk. He confessed it all to her, things he had never told a soul. His sufferings, his traumatic childhood, his darkening thoughts. She didn't run, or laugh, she just explained what she knew. That he was a kind soul, one with great things coming, one that deserved those great things. That she would be there every step of the way, and that she was too stubborn for him to push her away. For once in his life he believed it, too. Things could get better.

[zippo.]

D e m o n s

Bane - As a foal he was fed demon blood, becoming addicted he now suffers terrible hallucinations from them. He is incredibly dangerous, these visions forcing him to have violet out bursts while not realizing who he is hurting. He has become one of Leilanis' pawns, doing whatever she ask in return for demon blood to fuel his addiction.

Amosday is the most powerful demon, a Prince of Darkness and Serpents alike. His only goal is domination, with his mind games and slick tongue it wouldn't take long. He detains Death, sealing him away and taking control of the Minion - forcing those to bow to him with her extreme power.

Leilani - By far one of the most dangerous known to Wayward Stables. This mare uses her beauty to trap people in a trance - allowing her misdeeds to slip under the radar. She is incredibly manipulative and has many under her control, making them do her dirty work. She is in fact the Queen, maybe not of Hell itself but she's working on that.

Iato is a lesser demon, not as powerful as the others. He tends to cause minimal trouble, sprinkling in a few Crossroad deals here and there. He mostly just causes mischief, an arrogant trickster with nothing to loose and nothing to show for.

Lost Boy was born like anyone else, but due to an abusive childhood and violent death he came back as a Demon. His main focus is children - terrorizing them as he was, taking away their childhoods as his was. His main targets seem to be children of people in power, setting his eyes on those who were in his situation before everything went downhill.

Zeth was once an Angel, however he was one not able to take orders well. He was banished to Hell, becoming a Demon with many other of his brethren. However he still holds his previous persona - protecting those who are innocent and damning those who he knows are sinners.

H u n t e r S q u a d

Sarafina is the other actual regular tolter apart of the Squad. She had always known of Supernatural beings - she had her suspicions of Bane and even Leilani. She was completely on board with it, especially sense Winchester prepared some big speech of how she shouldn't become a part of this for her own protection. She's the one to rush in without a plan, and still save the day.

Winchester one of two actual regular tolters apart of the Hunter Squad. He was taught from his father - adopting Hunting as his 'Family Business'. He was retired when he came to Wayward, until the other nuts rolled around trying to run in to save the world blindly. Winchester here is the go to man for all Hunting Knowledge.

Amara was an angel banished and stripped of her grace due to caring for those God rejected. Her kind nature had been her downfall, her pacifist ideals soon flew out the door as she came to Earth as a regular. She began hunting down corrupt angels and stealing their grace, using it to help those in need. During on hunt she found Barakiel and the Angel who had killed him, from then she's been with him.

Barakiel was an angel, the strongest warrior of God before he was killed in a jealous rage with his own blade. Given a second chance he was reincarnated during a Hurricane - forged from lightening. He no longer has grace but was blessed with the control of storms and their accessories. While hunting the angel who had killed him, he finds the banished angel he was supposed to assassinate before his death.

Lorelei is a succubus, however those she preys on are carefully chosen. The innocent and pure soul was never fun, thus she began hunting for those who are corrupt. Humans and Supernatural alike, she lured them in then cut them out. An old friend of Winchester, called up to join the rag tag group with the promise of good fun.

A n g e l s

Camuel is the Angel of Pure love, one who protects children from harm. She has taken the form of stuffed horse to be passed along to sick and/or dying children, her time spent with them is used to ease their pain and work for a cure. If the child she is with passes she guides the souls to Heaven and personally makes sure their wishes are met.

Narcariel is the Angel of Night, living in the Shadows of Hell. She avoids the other bubbly lights, instead she makes deals with Demons to infiltrate Heaven. She's in the inside intel, she was born in the Darkness even if she's an Angel.

O t h e r

Darcia is a very rare hybrid that should not exist; a crossing between an Angel and a Demon. Her parents were killed for their treason, however she managed to avoid Death. She has power from both parents, and her alliance is unknown. She has not sided with neither the Angels, Demons, or Hunters. Stating she chooses herself.

Deyanira is a minion of Death. Each of the Four Horsemen created one, an advocate to do their bidding on a daily basis. They posses extreme abilities mirroring that of their Horsemen - Deyaniras' being soul harvesting, natural diasters, etc. She is often refereed to as a 'Soul Reaper'. When Amosday detains Death he becomes her new Master, giving her unworldly orders and forcing her to cause havoc.

Rosemaree has a legend surrounding her. A vengeful spirit whose only purpose is too destroy love as her love was. She has no control, no mercy, her only intent is to kill. Her soul will not rest until it can be proven to her that her deceased lover is happy in Heaven and not cursed as she is to live as a monster.

Leucetius is a gallo-roman god of thunder, his name translating into white light. He tries his hardest to always remain calm, wise, and level headed through any situation. However it's always the little things that end up setting him off, causing him to explode into sarcasm and bossiness.

Arabella is neither good nor evil - she serves herself and whatever would benefit her. She can be easily swayed to either side with bribes, the bigger the better. After all she is the most powerful sorceress alive, she knows her worth and won't take anything less. She is more then a Witch, she's a trickster at heart. When people come for information, she loves to leave them in riddles or searching for the wrong thing in general. Life's a game and she's the player.

Marrok is the most loyal of Knights, and dangerous of weapons for who he serves. Marrok may be gifted in battle, but he's cursed with every full moon. His first love long ago left him with a nasty scar, one that happened to turn him into a werewolf. He tends to have an cold and ruthless persona, to scare those who may love him away. He wants nothing to do with anyone else, as he knows he may hurt them. He's a gentle soul, one so wrapped up in it's own darkness he's lost himself.

Viduus worked alongside Zachariel before the younger beings fall. While Zachariel delivered the souls to judgement, Viduus separated souls from their deceased bodies and allowed them to move on. Every person has their time, and those who are killed before then are unable to move on and remained trapped between the Supernatural world and the Real world. He is cold, unforgiving, and meticulous in his actions. His life is his job, and rarely does he stray from the path laid out in front of him. He was a trapped soul, murdered before his time and left to roam for centuries until Deyanira, the Reaper, freed him from his torture in return for his loyalty.

Faolan is a man of few words, but with a lot on his mind. He's gathered quite the collection of knowledge all based around the supernatural world, he's dealt with everything in the book. Even Hunters trying to kill him for being a Werewolf. However he is peaceful to humans and those who mean him no harm.

[zippo.]

Before his mighty fall, Zachariel was a classically symbolical angel. He experienced little emotion-- just a solider of the lord, a pawn of a higher being. He followed every order to the T, leading him to the blessed position of being one of heavens favorite, despite being the youngest Archangel to that day. He was trusted with a very important job: safely leading souls to where they belong. Heaven, Hell --and in some extreme cases--Purgatory. He'd never had a say in where the souls were placed, but it cause him any aggravation. He trusted his father to know what was perfect for the person, as that was how he was taught. For the first time in his life he felt an irrefutable desire to go against his childhood teachings, all because a mare came waltzing into his life. Her name was Darcia. He had watched her in the mortal world she knew as her own since she was a year old. He had observed her maturity into a new version of herself when she was three years, and admired her strength in beauty despite the typically crippling changes. It was especially amusing to Zachariel that this mare danced with the Reaper, taunting him when she got to close. He was painfully aware that her time was nearly expired, but he lived in hope that she would live longer. When she finally fell, he led her to his father with a solemn expression. He expected her to go to Heaven, sure she had done bad things, but everyone had sinned at least once in their life. When judgement fell, he was dismayed. She was to be taken to Purgatory, to live a fate worse than hell and rot until she was hardly recognizable as the strong soul she was before.

That was the first time Zachariel had disobeyed his father--he spoke out of turn and was promptly punished for it. Without further disobedience, he led her to Perdition begrudgingly, despite her many questions and obvious fear—and left her without explanation. As time went on, and as deceased were lead to their Judgement day, a growing itch grew in the back of his mind. Even as he led souls to their new destination she was in his every thought and action--he knew down to his core her judgment was wrong, but he couldn't resist the Creator’s will. Disobedience to the creator would lead to a fate worse than Purgatory. He'd be going against everything he knew, everyone who cherished him and taught him his ways. However, his sense of justice was stronger than his obedience, and he left his position in front of Heaven's gates to search the depths of Purgatory. When he found Darcia—his Darcia-- she was half dead and torn apart, but still fighting for her life. He rescued her, taking her back to her mortal home on Earth, where he knew she could live safely. He took the liberation upon himself to heal her, but she attacked him with violence and vehemence, thinking he was there give her a worse punishment. After discreet some reassurance, she complied to his offer of generosity with eager aptness.

He protected the home which he placed her, taking his leave back to heaven. He returned to his post, acting as though nothing had changed. It seemed like his whole life had passed before he was called before The Creator himself. He was excommunicated, stripped of his grace, and cast down to Earth to live a mortal life. When he regained consciousness, his vision was gone. He could no longer see color, or the shapes he had familiarized himself with. When he looked at people he saw their aura –only as shadowed beasts, or celestial entities. Being a Fallen Angel, he was afraid and vulnerable. He ran blindly, and attacked anyone who came near him, good intentions or not.

He felt emotions for the first time, like adrenaline rushing through his veins. He felt heartache, grief, rage, envy, euphoria--all at once as one devastating emotion. Then she came, Darcia, with a gentle voice. She was different, older than when he had last saw her, and he realized that time in Heaven must be different than time her. It hit him instantly - he could see her, really see her. Not the aura of good or evil - but her. He saw her trusting eyes, and sloping neck; he saw her soft muzzle and dainty hooves; he saw her brindled coat—he saw the being she was, mortal, and beautifully exquisite in appearance and personality. Compassion practically radiated from her aura, soothing his senses and tuning down every immoral emotion he felt. She took care of him, nursed him to health and coaxed him into the real world as he had done for her. She taught him everything she could, of how life worked, how he would have to adapt. He wasn't the mare he banished to Purgatory, not anymore, and he wasn't the same Archangel she met on her Judgement Day.

He was a Fallen Angel, banished from everything he knew and loved. His vision gone, and cursed with the ability to see nothing of creatures and hounds. She was something unique, something he couldn't understand, something even The Creator couldn't understand. Now, they were stuck with one another, trying to ward off anything that comes their way. They have each other’s backs, fighting off Demons and Archangels, and even Hunters who come their way. After his fall, Zachariel changed as a stallion. He's softer, much more nurturing and compassionate, especially to his dear Darcia. He is the intelligence in the duo, always deliberately thinking things through while Darcia hastily rushes in, guns blazing and ready to fire. While Darcia is always tense, he has taken up a harmonious lifestyle. The only time he's in action is when he or Darcy are in danger—when they aren’t in danger, he tends to himself and others. Despite no longer having the graceof an angel, he still tries to help in anyway. He tends to the physical and spiritual wounds of others, even to those with demonic auras, as he knows what he sees is what The Creator's Judgement is. If he's learned anything, is that sometimes The Creator is wrong. Zachariel has taken it onto himself to overlook, even ignore, his sight, and often tells others that he is simply blind, rather than explain. He wouldn't want someone to be frightened, or hurt by what he says and who he really is.

He goes under the alias of 'Zach' and he often calls Darcia, 'Darcy'. However when they are alone, it isn’t common place to hear them use those names. Nothing is fake with them, nothing hidden or kept secret. Sometimes, late at night Darcia nuzzles herself into him because she's had another nightmare. He lays his neck across her, humming tunes his mother would sing to him as a foal to sooth him to sleep. Sometimes she would stay awake and cry and shake, choking out the dream between broken sobs. They always repeated themselves, always about losing him, or about her time in Perdition. He would murmur in her ear that he would always be there for her, and explain that even he has nightmares, but none of them are true, and will ever be true again. Times where he would dream he was still trapped in Heaven, in an endless loop of leading people to Judgement he would calm himself by listening to the rhythm of her breathing. He would thank her incessantly for breaking him from The Creator's rule, and she'd always assure him it was him who saved her. It was those nights that caused them to slowly fall deeply in love.

It wasn't until a year of them being together, hiding from danger and protecting themselves at all cost that Darcia confessed. Not a love confession, no that didn't need to be said. All this time and Zachariel never knew why she was sent to Purgatory, a place for monsters. His dear Darcia was in fact a very dangerous combination - a hybrid between an Angel and a Demon. Her body had a accelerated healing rate and she could teleport, all sense her birth. She told him all about her childhood, how the Angels rejected her but the Demons welcomed her with welcome arms. They taught her everything she could do, including teleportation and minor telekinetic powers. It all fell into place, explaining every little mystery that shrouded their relationship. That's why she could so easily avoid Death, why he was always drawn to her, why God wanted her to be gone. She was petrified, as every word left her mouth a weight was lifted off her shoulders that had been there sense the day she was brought into this world. He had never seen her look so defeated, so broken down she could drown in her own tears.

Darcia wasn't worried of about herself, she was scared of loosing the only person she had ever loved. The only person who stayed by her side, even when God himself was so against her. She had traveled through life being the out cast - not belonging with either side. Angels wanted her dead, Demons wanted her power, and the Humans didn't even understand what she was. The only light in her life was Zachariel - and she dragged him down with her.

It didn't matter to him, none of it did. Zachariel was banished from Heaven and stripped of his power, even rendered sightless but this wasn't because of her. He could have easily left her to rot in Perdition, but every ounce of his being screamed that she was to be saved. His purpose wasn't too lead souls to their judgement - it was to care for those abandoned by God. And that's what he did, alongside Darcia - the two traveling the world and helping those in need. People thrown into poverty, killed for their race or sexuality, those struggling to find themselves, these were the people that found themselves visited. They made a vow not to let God dictate how this world would end - who lived the high life while others died of easily treatable diseases. Stealing money, destroying harmful businesses, stopping wars, unsolved murders of people in high places, it was all thanks to them. They knew who were pawns, pieces in the game between God and the Devil. Existing only to reak havoc in a world they didn't belong in, thus they took them out. They were not Gods, not Angels nor Demons - they were simply two souls fighting for justice, even when every force of nature was against them.

[zippo.]

first entry: Monthly challenge for Bear Run, favorite holiday

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{random narrator bc why not}
Today was the day, it's make up your mind day.
Hitomi was waiting, wishing, praying that he'd tell her today.
He, funny isn't it? Everyone thinks of someone different. Hitomi thinks of Nolan.
He's a shy boy, with a fascination with the ocean some would call odd, but not Omi.
The second stallion at Safehaven, and the first mare, almost meant to be some say.


Anyway~ back to the importance of this day. You know how you always put things off, even important decisions? well today is the day to finally make any and all decisions.
Everyone's been hinting to Nolan that he should confess his undying love to her,
but him being an awkward turtle, most of the others thought he wouldn't have the guts.
So there Hitomi was, eagerly awaiting the confession with her best friend JackieLantern, when it starts to storm. Perfect timing, right?
The earth seemed to shake with each roaring clap. The sky darkened and the only light coming from the flashes of lightening. Other tolters scattered, some broke out of their stalls, others the fences. The owners scrambled to get the frenzy under control, and through the illuminated storm a stallion made his way towards her.


It was Nolan, covered scratches and limp rose in his mouth. It was obvious to Hitomi then that he had spent the day searching the fields for a rose, and the thorny bushes just by the mountain side must have cut him up. It didn't matter they were covered in mud, or that the rose was broken, it mattered that he made up his mind to be with her.
Out of all the gorgeous tolters in the enitre of the world, it was her, a simple penguin-looking mare. She kissed him then and there, in the pouring rain, the couple's silhouette only visible with every strike of light. From under the cover of the barn, you could hear shouts and cheers of excitement.
"FINALLY!"
"I KNEW IT!"
"WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOREVER"
"IT'S THANKS TO ME"
But both Hitomi and Nolan knew, if it wasn't make up your mind day, she could have been waiting another year until he managed to admit his undying love as he did on this terrible stormy day.

[zippo.]

Kieron is the King of the Halloween Carousel. He earned his title quickly, even as a young foal he stared down danger until it ran away cowering. His mother knew he was meant for great things, the skull attached to his halter a present from her as he aged into adult hood. It was his fathers, a valiant solider who died in the line of duty. It served as a reminder to Kieron, that he must be the strongest to survive. He trained all his life, moving through the ranks quickly until only one thing stood in his way - the previous King. The Halloween Carousel had a rather brutal tradition, the candidates for the next King must battle against each other to determine the final victor. Once the victor is chosen, he or she must wage war against the King - the only twist is this war is to the death.

It took Kier only a week, the shortest war in the history of the Halloween Carousel, to take down his previous King and seize the throne. His people graciously awarding him with his armor, the skull still present on his halter. Now a reminder of his Mother and Father, who sadly did not see him succeed in taking his rightful place. The strongest stallion now taken the throne, Kieron focused on enriching the life of his people and the strength of his soldiers. The main weakness the previous leader had was he was too focused on himself, that his people were wasting away. Kieron is a gentle giant to his people, but as soon as he is on the battle field his ruthlessness his revealed.

Ten years ago an Amusement park was built on the idea of an all around year long fun experience. This park would revolve around the four seasons, and the major holidays within them. It was the largest park the world had ever seen, stretching for miles and divided into sections - each area having enough to capture your attention for a day or two. All the holidays were prominent - new years, thanksgiving, fourth of july. However the two biggest, of course, were Christmas and Halloween. The Carousels of each attraction both conveniently placed at the edge of each section, right across from each other. Every year a poll is sent out to the loyal customers of the park to determine the best section and/or best Holiday, and every year it's either Christmas or Halloween that wins. The later always close behind, but not quite there. This has caused a feud between the two sections and two holidays, evident in the attractions and the customers of each side.

[zippo.]

The Hippie sisters, who love exploring and making flower crowns for each other to wear. Faline is more skittish, so Dysis always takes lead and sticks up for her. Lottie is very jumpy, either from excitement or fear. She always hops her way straight into crazy situations and needs the others to bail her out, such as the time she bounced straight up to a skunk and got herself sprayed. Dysis and Faline tried every cure in the book to get the stench out.

Ironically a very dangerous duo, who happen to be related. Amosday is the Son of Alyx, the very sister Leilani attempted to kill years ago. He was a strange child, fascinated by snakes, and was easily manipulated by Leilani to become one himself. He is even more arrogant and believes purely in self preservation, but Leilani still has him coiled around her hoof.

[zippo.]

- Zachariel wakes up Darcia with food every morning.
- They have not had children as they are afraid of the species of the foal.
- After trying repeatedly Zachariel can see Darcia for who she is and not glowings of black and white as god wanted.
- Darcia no longer has nightmares of Purgatory as she knows she has Zachariel right by her side.
- Both are finally warming up to the rest of the herd versus staying to themselves as they did before.
- This is the longest they have been somewhere, the Angel/Demon attacks have slowed and they plan to stay.
- The supernatural creatures in the herd have learned to leave the pair alone or suffer.
- Amosday and Leilani did attempt to attack them and were swiftly shut down by the pair and the Hunter Squad.
- The angels in the herd are very close and respectful to the pair, especially Camuel who promises to protect their children.
- Darcia has befriended some of the Demons despite his Warnings, though Iato and Zeth are chill.
- The two have befriended Marrok and Foalon, the werewolves, who defended them against early attacks.
- Zeth led them to a secluded spot, a jewel encrusted cave he had discovered. It is now their 'spot'
- They have date nights even though they are always together
- Your hand in Mine is their song.
- Darcia sings to Zachariel to help him stay asleep and to calm him from his nightmares.
- His nightmares consist of never having saved Darcia from Purgatory, and loosing her by Gods' hand.
- Ready, Aim, Fire Is their fight song.
- No one has seen either of them cry other then each other. They make it a point to show no weakness to even friends.
- Zachariel decorates the Cave and the Stall with flowers even though he doesn't know what colors they are.
- Darcia makes it a habit to keep every flower trimmed and watered so they stay alive as long as possible.

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