` This is home ,

[Rayne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=000000] I’m pulling energy out of the air today, going down roads less traveled. Winter was always a hard season, it drove horses to starvation and death. However, this winter had brought around certain new alliances, new flames, and new sparks – all in the literal sense. The mare had started the year off casually, with nothing but the wide-eyed gaze of a two-year-old dreamer. As the seasons had passed, she’d grown tall and strong, losing the young coat and replacing it with a velvety, sorrel canvas – but that wasn’t the only thing to change about the devilish little mare. The mischievous glow in her eyes had grown more intense, and the strange lightning streak mark that had grown on her leg had turned incandescent, lighting her way through the darkest of the forests, the deadest of nights. After a while, she’d begun to feel anxious. The energy in her body had increased so much that it was almost as if she’d stepped back into her foal months – though she didn’t resent it at all. Now, the mare never walked where she could run. She never trotted where she could canter, never hummed where she could sing. The non-elemental horses that she knew could only watch in wonder, questioning how on earth she could manage to run like a wildfire and not grow tired. It wasn’t long before she was approached by an elder horse – one that had a bit of knowledge regarding what the young lady was, and that was the skeleton key that opened up her wonderland. After months of wandering the island like a ghost, coming and going wherever she pleased, something had caught hold of the young mare’s attention. Something in the distance had caught her eye – a lightning bolt without a cloud, a streak of light without a source. It was this that suddenly tore at her heart, instilling a sudden urge to follow it – she had no direct reason; it was pure intuition that tugged at her, sending the mare flying off. It wasn’t long before she came to a thick, dark forest – one whose trees, despite being leafless in the winter, let in no sunlight to warm the ground, no light to show the trail. But Devil wasn’t left handicapped in the dark – the incandescent mark on her leg lit the way as the horse roamed forwards, finding her way through the brush and trees. The paths, though they seemed like they’d once been worn down, had become overgrown with bushes and shrubs, as if no other horse or creature had touched them in a while. After a while of stumbling around the underbrush and wandering about, the forest finally ended – and the sight before her was enough to steal her breath away. There were hills upon hills covered in snow – she could only estimate that when spring and summer came around, they’d be overcome with lush, green grass. She stood there for a few seconds, frozen as her eyes followed the landmarks. There were mountains and a river that seemed to wind away from a strange, glowing cave and empty out into a white-sand beach. The river still flowed despite the cold, chilling temperatures of winter. However, she could only imagine how bitter cold the water would be – perhaps it’d be less cold to the tongue if it was under the shelter of the mountain. She took off at a gallop, her legs leaving what she estimated were the first imprints on the snow all season, perhaps all year. Her banner waved in the wind softly as she went along, falling limp by her legs as she slowly descended into the cave. To her surprise, it wasn’t dark or dreary as she’d figured it would be – there wasn’t even anyone inside, which was even more surprising in winter. This entire land was deserted, from what she could tell. Lowering her head, the Arabian-like mare took in a large drink of the water – but it was then that her eyes fell on something particularly interesting. By the sandy shore of the sheltered lake, there were a few pebbles and rocks, eventually leading her eyes to fall on a large boulder with strange, glowing markings. She drew closer, her gaze running over all of them before her intuition kicked him. This strange, untouched land, even though it was so deserted and alone, was home. She brushed the markings with her maw, her thoughts running back to the words of one of the elders, and combining what the old horse had said with some of the stories her mother had said before she’d run off. The lightning-steak lit up, giving off a few sparks that startled Devil into taking a few steps back. If that wasn’t a sign that this land had something to with what she was, then she didn’t know what was. A look of determination clouded over her face, sharpening the young mare’s gaze as she made her way out to the entrance of the cave. Her gaze fell upon all of the land before her, from the forest to the beach, and everything in between. She lifted her maw, letting a long, loud whinny echo out from her chest and wandering across the territory. A streak of white, glowing lightning streaked across the land once more, though this time it stretched out as far as the eye could see, flickering across the island for a few seconds before disappearing. Should there be any more Navitas, their intuition would call them here. Sooner or later, the ancient herd would be reinstated. Their throne was still here, hidden among the forests and mountains, shrouded away from the rest of the island’s drama and battles – this was their personal heaven, undiscovered yet again after what could have been centuries. In some kind of mysterious and angelic way, this land is the mystery I was born to unravel.

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[Synister]

The diffrence between you and me....
You are the Flame, and I am the Ice.

How can two beings be so alike, yet so different? To share the same blood flowing through their veins, yet not have nothing what-so-ever in common? It is not the mystery behind the twins, but rather, the twins behind the mystery.

It was never the same for them. When life had been, per say, 'normal', the two black foals, one colt, one filly, would play-fight, like any other foals would. Of course, what colt liked getting beat by his younger, smaller twin sister? He was jealous of the attention she got, and how they praised her for being a fine young filly. through his eyes, she had everything perfect. What he did not see were the whisperings within the folds. How could a FILLY, of all things, could be so powerful??

One day it was just too much. As usual, the two siblings, the twin brother and sister were playing. He felt an energy run through him, and he attacked with a renewed vigor, odd lacy markings around his eyes, and upon his rump glowing. Little did anyone know that the mother, now dead, of the two foals had been part of the energy cycle, as the herd members referred to it. And no one knew the father. The herd had moved away in shock, as the small filly was at the mercy of the odd glowing colt. But something miraculous happened. And within all the golden light of the foal, a silver light, weak at first came, before suddenly blazing, throwing him back, away, as she scrambled to her hooves. How could this be possible? They were Nativa, Energy horses. Their mother had been one, and was their father. They were pure. One foal, the filly glowed silver, the other gold. Something within him, when he self-activated, broke, shattered. He went, to all standards, insane. But the oddest thing was that the one who had driven him to it was the only one who could control it, the beast within him. When they left, left the herd, in seek of what was to be, there was something different within each. They had a purpose, a calling. The colt, Twilight Dementia, dropped the Twilight to his name, and became simply known as Dementia. She was once Odyssey Dawn, but she became simply Seya. Neither really thought about their old lives. It was just too much.
You would think they would be so untrained and wild they would have destroyed themselves, or each other by now, right? Wrong. In fact, they are very practiced, since the moment they began to practice their powers, not long after they found them. Their powers are what keep them alive.
And the calling has taken them.
It called to them, both of them. Even in their short rests, it called to them. They came, heeding its call. The land was cold, snowy, but it did not matter. They did not see any tracks, but in truth they were not really looking. They walked at waters edge. Soon, water could be heard to their right, and to the front. Dementia had point, his black, sleek, gleaming coat seeming to thrum with the energy that rested within him. His mane and tail, both slightly wavy, blew, their golden streaks catching in the light. Ever since he had been activated, when they had been fighting, the gold had never faded. Whenever he accessed his powers, his markings glowed, and his mane and tail sparked where the golden rose, sparking with energy. His golden eyes glared out, seeming much a fright to see, despite the calmness of his posture. Behind him, silent as a ghost, walked the smaller in stature, more delicate looking Seya. She seemed almost saddened, as if this quest that they had been on, if searching out this place was a quest, had ended, and ended something within her. She was soundless, but it was her sharp gaze that caught the glow first. She came to a sudden stop, and so did Dementia, as he noticed she was not following. He followed her gaze, before trotting over, or rather, as much as a trot as it was, to the large rock. To his surprise, it had a glowing symbol on it. Seya trotted up, silent, drifting behind him. Her features seemed grim, as she snorted softly, her voice saddened. “We are here” She murmured, the slightest sound, looking out over the stream that connected to the water. She walked forward, noting that it was not frozen, lowering her head to look down, within it. She sighed, looking at her reflection, the delicate swirls upon her face, her black coat, silver dusted mane and forelock... She turned, looking to Dementia. He was standing, staring over the land, almost enraptured. She studied him, the markings on his face seemed bolder than hers, but the same pattern, and his mane and forelock sparked slightly as they brushed together in a slight breeze. For a moment Seya suddenly found herself wondering if they were the only ones. She wondered if she would be with Dementia her whole life, a tag along sister. She wondered if either of them would find mates, or even a possibility of love. It seemed like a foolish dream, so far away anymore, but she would not give up hope. She could not, would not.

Do you really want to know what I think?
I think this world is just screwing us all.

[Rayne]

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[atrb=background,http://i615.photobucket.com/albums/tt231/BabyBlueKillah/Clothes/RPCS/Stellatable.png] speech. thoughts. The mare’s eyes surveyed the land from where she stood, carefully positioned under the gaping cave’s stone ceiling in a way that it shrouded her from the whirling, snowy winds that circled the territory every now and then. She flicked her tail cautiously, sending the locks cascading back down just a few seconds after. She didn’t have much to do as she waited – all she could really do was let her imagination wander. This place, though covered in snow, had the potential to look absolutely stunning as soon as spring rolled around. Oh, how she yearned that winter would shake its frosty hold away and let the warmer months sink in. There was only the slightest bit left to this winter, but it was still enough to cast a white, sparkling blanket over the island. She didn’t have to wait long before the distant scent of other horses reached her nostrils, making them flare in anticipation. Her lungs expanded, taking in a deep, long breath so that she could try to fully decipher who was coming. There was a pair of them – a mare and a stallion, perhaps related. Her ears perked at the top of her head, curiosity filling her eyes as she took a few steps forward. Without much further adieu, the two figures made their way into her vision, standing out in stark contrast against the wintery background. She thought out her moves cautiously, partially wondering how they would react to her presence. Some horses were lights by nature, while others were dark – the thing that brought the different personalities together in this herd was their blood. No matter what their heart was like, the energy, mischief, and the power pulled them together – to this very spot. The lady sprung off of her two front hooves, rearing slightly. She raised her head, a soft whinny echoing across the rolling hills of snow yet again. It was guaranteed that they would hear it this time – they were in her range of vision, not too far off from where she stood. The lightning streak that worked its way up her leg activated yet again, giving off a bright glow just before she headed towards them. To wait until they went to her could be seen as lazy – one thing the mare was most certainly not. Welcome to Terra Di Energia.. she spoke, giving a brief nod of her head before taking a more thorough look at them. They were most certainly Navitas – the way their markings glowed couldn’t be characteristic of any other breed, except perhaps the Arrats. Regardless of that small resemblance, they most certainly belonged to her element. You may call me Devil. I’m the lady of the herd, she explained, her amber eyes giving off a sparkling, almost fiery glow. What are your names?

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[Synister]

The world works in hellish ways.
That is why we are still living.


the water, to her, was a beautiful thing, and the symbol as well, but somthing, at ,least to her, felt off. She felt as if her skin was crawling, or somthing was crawling under it, as if she were being watched. It was she that caught the scent trail. She looked up, moving closer to Dementia, although not for protection of her own, but for the other.
Socair anois, Mo Nasctha
Her words were soft, lighting upon the breezes that circled around the two. Dementia’s whole being was ridged still. But for once, he did not feel the power swelling, that need to rip, destroy. For once, he felt calm, and Seya noticed it. The snowed winds flicked around them, obstructing her vision, but it did not matter to her. She was mostly focused on Dementia. That is, until the soft, but still there, no longer just a figment of imagination, flickered through their ears. A neigh.

The twins stood side by side, Dementia to the right, Seya to the left. They both faced the direction, that feeling of power, energy. In response, almost automatically both of their marks glowed brighter, his brighter than hers, on account of his rather, per say, odd condition of sorts. She could almost see the possibilities the scenarios only the mentally deranged could come across.
She knew how his mind worked, and worked in mysterious ways, it did.

He stood, staring into the distance. She was ready to hold him back with everything she had, but for some reason, this horse, mare, as she scent, and faint shape of a horses form, had the opposite effect as usual. He seemed to get calmer. His very eyes glowed gold, as did hers silver, but oddly enough, he did not get that crazed, half mad look. The mares voice entered their pricked ears, and for a moment, his flicked back. She tensed, ready for action, until he relaxed, as she introduced herself.
I am Dementia
she was stunned, for a few seconds. Dementia never just gave away his name like so. She frowned, before speaking.
And I am Seya
She said, softly. Their voices then melded into one.
It is a pleasure, Devil.


Since when was it a bad thing to be insane?
Insanity is a good thing