A Caged Soul [Open]

[Lone Angel]

My ears ring as he
Fights the chains.
My Brother deep within
Calls once more.

He wants out....
So his righteous ways will show.
But my sin is to much
What I did can never be took back.

I'm sorry brother but nothing
Can be done for a death row inmate,
Forever sentenced to life of hell
Reliving the blood sted that day.

The day I set aside
The life of a abused coward,
And took the path
Of a murderer.

Panda had grown insane from the loneliness in the Forbidden Mountains. He wanted someone to talk too......he wanted to start a herd and maybe even a family. He trotted thought the woods near claiming hill. His muscles and limbs worked together like a well oiled machine. His white coat was littered with old scars from the many battles he had fought in the past. He may only be six but he has seen a lot in his years. Soon he came upon claiming hill. It was covered with luscious green vegetation. Spring was here and flower were blooming to their fullest. He pulled at a few of the emerald stalks as he made his way up the huge hill. He wanted to stop and have a few more but he had to keep moving. He soon stood at the top of the hill looking over the meadow below. It was cover with different colored flowers. It was beautiful. Some may think all darks see the world the same, darks and lifeless, but its not true. Panda is just a really troubled soul that needs help to get throught the hard times. He was treated very bad when he was younger. Panda's father hated him for he was born with a white which meant weakness to him. Panda was an outcast in his hear for they were always abusing him. Once he had been beaten so bad he almost dead for that day on he held some much hate toward his herd...his family. For three years he took the beatings and torment, til finally he snapped. Panda's father was putting his down like always when Panda suddenly couldn't take it anymore. Panda lashed out at his father trying his hardest to make him pay. Panda's mother tried to stop him, but Panda, in blind anger, killed her then turned back to his father and finished him. The herd stood in shock at what the three year old had done. Panda once white hide was now splased red. He looked around than ran. Now he is marked a murder to others, but all he wants is a understanding.



Panda sigh as he looked around to see if anyone was near.I call to all darkened souls I am Panda, your King. His voice was harsh and loud. I wish to claim a mare to be my Queen.....My Lady. He let his words fall as he reared pawing the air. He was king and no one could change that. If they dare too they were asking for death. This war was something he had not wished for but things happen. He was not one to run from a fight and if you push his buttons long enough he'll show you that. This war had begin so sudden and for what reason he did not know yet. One he did know was that neither side was willing to back down.

x.Panda
xx.Finished
xxx. Blah. I'm a little rust with him. He's looking for some herd members and maybe a queen.

[serenity]

The ebony black mare stood atop a hill, the snow outlining her showowy form. Her black eyes melted deep into her shape, making her seem like a shadow, or something else. She moved like a winged creature. Her mane and tail flowed out and seemed shaped like wings of black flame. The more she moved the more you could see of her, a large friesian mare with a bodice of ebony or obssidian. Not many horses saw this much before the lethal hooves destroyed their existence. She walked up to the stag with a smirk on her face.
"Greetings sir, I happened to hear your call. You are looking for mares in this land and I came to find if you were strong enough to bring me along to the place you call home." If she was sweet and nice hearted, she wouldn't be so formal, her calmness could drive some horses insane. It was her little deal. The brown bear cub at her side showed that she wasn't afraid. Tuthfully she wasn't going to follow him unless he proved that he was worth the title of Dark King. She definatly deserved the title of Queen, she allready had a bear cub who called her 'Milady Hurricane'. She was a nasty peice of work. The longer she was alive, the more cruel she became. Her black eyes showed no emotion, some even wondered if she had a heart. Those who were brave enough to say something aloud about her never lived to tell it. Stories had been told about Milady Hurricane and her bear Toklo killing stallions twice their size. The bear spoke next.
"This isn't worth it Milady. He is just another stallion."
"Hush Toklo, this will be over soon, just behave until I'm done talking to this stallion." She said to the bear. Toklo huffed and padded off to sit in a dry spot. Glaring at Panda nastily.

[Lone Angel]

Panda stood waiting and watching. He sighed and boredom and pulled at the emarld strings at his feet. His mind wondered to the war. It had died down some, but Panda had a gut feeling it was far from over. He had heard word about those who had died in the war, haded quit pasted over yet. The thought of there being living dead here sent shivers don't his spine. Soon he spotted a black shadow in the distance. He raised his head as the figure got closer. It was a elegent black mare and a bear cub. Confused upon his face. Why would a bear cub be followering a horses. She flashed his a smirk as she stopped before him. Greetings sir, I happened to hear your call. You are looking for mares in this land and I came to find if you were strong enough to bring me along to the place you call home. He look at her with a sinster smile. Strong enough. He laughed. I asure wrench I'm strong enough. This mare was testing him, and he was willing to show her what he had. Most thought he was a light because of his pale hide, but take a look into his deep brown orbs and you could see the soul of a killer. He looked into her ebony orbs. His smile grow wider, they were cold and held no emotion. Lets see if you soul is as dark as your eyes.

Audits laced back into their trances as the bear cub spoke. This isn't worth it Milady. He is just another stallion. What postion was he in to speak. Hush Toklo, this will be over soon, just behave until I'm done talking to this stallion. He grinned again at the cub as he huffed off. He quickly turn his attection back to the beauiful mare before him. So wrench, what is you calling? And you seam to be able to up hold your own. I like that in a mare. It means she knows what she wants and knows how to get in. He grinned again waiting for her response. He glanced back over to the cub who sat glaring at him still. He laid upon his skull again at the cub. He felt him and his cub was going to buttheads a lot before this little meeting was over.

x.Panda
xx.Finished, 410.
xxx. xP Panda's gonna enjoy this.

[serenity]

The mare snorted at the name he called her. Wrench. How pathetic.
"I assure you sir, I can understand your name and calling. Where I come from I belive the calling you may call me of is Dark. My name is Hurricane. Toklo is my companion and follower." She said calmly. Introducing herself and Toklo in her usual calm manner.
"As for your strength I'm not sure whether to dought that or be sure about it." She smirked gently. Toklo was never to be fond of this stallion, but, then again, if Hurricane became fond of Panda they would but heads even more. Because Toklo was the only one Hurricane had ever been fond of, besides his mother, who was dead. Hurricane's ebony eyes glittered like the night sky, the slight shine being the only thing on her.
"As for your last comment I must tell you. The ability to hold my own is truth, and nobody dares to refuse me what I want because that would be the last thing they say. Now, I must tell you, I am unafraid of the simple King of Darks, nor any horse of high power. My heart, whether you choose to call it that or not, know not what fear is, love is a possible emotion if you look deep inside, though the only two creatures I ever loved were Toklo and his mother. Arianna is dead now though. That is why Toklo stays with me in his young age, as he grows he remains loyal, now. I believe I have started speaking to much, never giving a handsome stallion such as yourself a chance to speak." She said softly, causing a small growl from Toklo, who was silenced with a quick look. As Hurricane turned back to Panda, her only marking became visible, a long, panful looking scar from a large male bear who killed Toklo's mother. Hurricane's eyes again became cold and unemotional, waiting for the stag's reply.