And Their Blood Runs Cold When They See Us..

[Noi]

This w o r l d is full of i g n o r a n t s too f o o l i s h to face the t r u t h in life. A d r e a m e r is the common f o o l who plays rediculous images in his/her m i n d over and o v e r and strives for the i m p o s s i b l e. A d re a m is a simple e s c a p e from r e a l i t y, but is often r e g r e t t e d when the d r e a m e r who is d r e a m i n g wakes up to this cruel h e l l..

She knew her foolishness was also in a way a sign of intelligence, for she knew if she had shown fear, it might have triggered some amusement and lust for more from any darkened being. That was just how their kind worked, hers as well. The darkness..they all were one, unlike the frolicking lights of the lands who had yet to find their fate, and who probably would never find it. Besides, she knew well that he dared not to show her harm, as it would severely reduce his chances at successfully claiming her at her will, and they both knew that an unwilling claim did nothing for the future but a simple token on the plot of land that he called his fortress. And if she had lashed out at him? What good would it do the stag with only the minx's blood stained upon his cracked obsidians, and if he didn't finish the job, what good was a weakened being in his lands but an invitation for hungry predators? It was true, she had thought over his options before his actions had come. She was mare far beyond her years. She knew how they all worked..they were all the same. She knew he had no choice but to claim her healthy, in tact, and by her own free will.

Her thorns swivelled forth, listening to her new lord as he spoke. She listened more intently than ever now, thorns poised in his direction to show him that she was listening to every sylable he gave her. Her skull was held an inch below his, no more, no less, showing submission and acknowledgement but never fear of him, only honor. This only showed her loyalty and some of her obediance that she would have only for him. She was not one to let unworthy soldiers bask in the honor of her submission. There was only one stag on the earth at once that she would submit to. Once upon a time, that stag had been her father. Being around this stag made her feel as if he had come to life once more. This had been one of the reasons she had chosen him. Not because he had been the first to come for her. Not because he had placed his offer, sweet and simple. No. Her reasons went deeper than just that..for everything her deceased sire stood for reflected in him. Disiro.

She watched him, letting her guard drop only so, as if to give him a sense that she would never become a damsel in distress, and would rely only on herself unless she was unable to do so, but still give him that feeling that all stags longed for no matter how much they chose to hide it. Authority.

Her stilts churned beneath a slender carcass, the silhouette of her corpse hidden behind his as the duo walked side by side, step after step as they advanced slowly, without hurry, to his fortress. As they grew near, what was a stench so ubearable to most came to her as a comforting aroma. It was sinster. Vile. Dastardly. It gave off a scent as if a thousand corpses decayed in the shadowy corners of the land. It reminded her a home. [sorry, once I read over that it made me laugh. XD]

They finally reached what Noi would call home for hopefully the remainder of her life. It was a twisted place, and the stench was enough to bring plenty of those she longed to torture, the sick kind that had killed her father years ago..wolves. The dead trees spoked the wasteland abyss, and fog lingered in every way you looked, rendering an untrained resident unable to find the rest of the herd on a bad, stormy day. Perhaps the fog was not all that pleasant, afterall. She knew it would die off after the colder seasons had passed and summer came, though, so it held little threat. Overall, the land was a place of wonders..to the true darks, that is. She looked over the land, pitless occuli of black driving over the land as if scanning for any flaws, but finding none. She spoke as they stood motionless on a hill overlooking the Black Asylum.

"Your land. It's scent and scenery..vile and sinister. All to my approval, Disiro, and yours as well I'm sure. You've chosen well. Or was this devil-blessed land inherrited from an ally..perhaps even one so cold to be called your own maker?"

She enquired, her vocals icy and mysterious, as always.

This world is a living hell.

[Disiro]

I died two years ago...

Ah yes. The vix was still following him as he first broke into the border of his lands. His orbs, however, had not moved from gazing directly ahead of him. He could hear her light breathing, as her paperthins inhaled his wastelands. His flesh's decaying bodies. Their blood that was scoured across his territory, marked his lands as urine symbolized the markers of a tiger's territory. No foreign beings could enter his lands without knowing it. There would be none that came before him, claiming that they had become lost and were unaware that these lands were under his flesh. If that was their statement, they would indeed be lying through their ivories and would deserve to be killed. The senseless brutes would consume their words as their last meal. Come before him in deceit and they would only deceive themselves to think that nothing ill would misfortune them. Ah, but no worry yet. The only other equine that was thriving in his kingdom was one he had allowed. Not a trespasser. Those times would come and he would deal with those equines accordingly. A smirk curved into the left upper region of his facade, invisible on his right side of any action, which was on the side where Noi was walking beside him. Another mare would soon enter the lands as well. A petty mare that was easily influenced. Most likely, if he ever got a response from her. he was still awaiting her answer. No matter. She still had to prove herself worthy to him, for he was unimpressed. But with Noi, she had already gotten his attention well enough. Not enough to trust as he once did, but it was a start. A definite start. And in the right direction as well. Not in the opposite direction.

His mind rambled on for a few seconds, until his thoughts returned to the present again. His thorns rotated as his pillars followed in sync. It was abnormally quite, in contrast to the activity that was running through his mind. His orbs flickered momentarily to the onyx vix beside him. She was quiet as well, her own bodice taking in her surroundings, as he had when he first entered the lands. Her skull was held only a few inches below his, and he allowed it maintain that level, without adjusting his own. His structure never seemed to waver as his mind sometimes did with the incoming thoughts that revolved around his mind. She was seeming to become more at ease, though she was still holding back as he always did. It would be stupid to allow yourself to float away. Always in control of your own before others. A small boost of testosterone ran through his bod momentarily. His orbs redirected away from the vixen. He raised his guard slightly. Keep yourself in check you idiot. His mind spat venomously. His thorns tuned into her daggers hitting the ground only a few second after his own daggers would proceed. His whipcord almost seemed to dance in between his pillars, alternating which piston it would settle on every time he would make another step forward. It was a deceiving image, as if it were peaceful around them. A small whispering snort rippled through his paperthins, quite the contrary. Nothing was peaceful inside him. And he was sure it would be the same in the vix.

His forelock wavered over his left orb, covering the only marking that never faded from his bod. Nares picked up the empty scents that filtered through him. A small wind had picked up slightly. Within a second his forelock had moved on, his vision in his left orb restored. The moon was no longer visible, because it was actually day in the lands. Except the sun did not appear either. The day was darker than the night in his terra because now nothing lit the heavens abovve them, but in the nightfall, the moon ran through the clouds, illuminating the lands with an eerie glow. That was why darks were usually considered night dwellers. His pupils shifted silently from slits to slightly bigger crevices. Dark shadows that had crept into his vision were given depth and perspective. Suddenly the massive stud halted. He had reached where he was aiming for. The center of his lands. It had taken him less time than he had expected. But no matter. The silence was cut off from feminine vocals running towards his auds. His bod shifted, now allowing his bulk to face her again. Her vocals transmitted to his cerebrum as he decoded her words. A small devilish grin flashed his ivories to the thin air for the first time since they had crossed paths. His vocals echoed out hollowly to the air as a response was formed.

I am.. pleased it suits your tastes as well. It was my own sire's and his own carcass still hasn't left the grounds. And it never shall.

His vocals seemed to show a brief slip of amusement. His own parents' brief shadows crept into his mind. Not that they ever left. It was be intriguing if he ever was honored enough to find their remains. Or perhaps unlucky indeed. Now he would ask her an inquiry.

I have not seen you in the lands of my enemies before. Where were you birthed? And do you have any sins that I should be aware of?

His vocals were severed as his question ended. By sins he had naturally meant foals or offspring. He had no fear of them, but was merely... curious indeed..

I'm dead to you now...

[Noi]

This w o r l d is full of i g n o r a n t s too f o o l i s h to face the t r u t h in life. A d r e a m e r is the common f o o l who plays rediculous images in his/her m i n d over and o v e r and strives for the i m p o s s i b l e. A d re a m is a simple e s c a p e from r e a l i t y, but is often r e g r e t t e d when the d r e a m e r who is d r e a m i n g wakes up to this cruel h e l l..

It was quiet, yes. The ess took this peaceful time out to take in her surroundings even further. Cracked obsidians were lifted from the snow as she carelessly left his side to look about his lands. She was his already, so what did he care? As far as she was concerned, there was no rule that said one had to stay by their leader's side constantly. If there was, call her ignorant. She stepped forth, though still staying rather close to Disiro as she ventured about twenty feet from him then did a cirle back, all the while looking about as if there was something she was attempting to find out or seeking in the beautifully grotesque plot of land. Of course, the Black Asylum was perfection reflected in the broken mirrors of many a twisted soul, but one had to realized, though much could satisfy Noi, between her morals nothing was perfect. Every rose had it's thorn. Usually, the flaws protected. The rose was a nice little example. Yes, it's beauty was one known far and wide, and the blood stained plant represented love. There were two flaws in this, though? If the rose always died, then didn't love always die? If the thorns were flaws inflicted in the rose's shining perfection, was anything perfect in this world? Nay.

The minx, caught up in her thoughts, felt her guard fall. She quickly regained her higher stance and returned near to the stag, awaiting further conversation to take place. Her rags were rendered afloat as the winter breeze was provoked and wailed as it made it's way around the trees of the Black Asylum, only to die off at the ends of the earth. Broken mirrors waded his physique, doing what he had done to her, memorizing his every marking. He was no older than four years of age, a young stag with little of an age difference from her. It was often better if the mare was older, anyway. A charcoal hue drenched his cloaks with a shadow-like stain. His build was large, but he proved nothing to her in the arena unless an enemy was defeated eventually. She'd prove her worth to him by her wisdom, and then balance it out in the arena by disposing of a few lighter minx's, those of the likes he dispised.

His words whispered into her auditives, her twisted mind decoding his speech seconds after he spoke. Moments later, a reply had been calculated and she opened her maw to release her reply, her venomous and icy tone emitted,

"Perhaps eventually..one day..you will find his corpse. When that day comes, do not be afraid to visit it daily. Praying for his mercy from the devil his spiritual, and has nothing to do allegiance,"

Said the minx.

"Or perhaps I am speaking out of my place.."

She finished, starting up her reply to his last questions.

"Of course you havn't, for I am not a native to these lands. I was born in a far off land. My past is nothing but a massacre that plagued my homeland after my sire's death. He told me to venture far and submit only to those he could to little but envy. In other words, I've travelled for three years to find one worthy. Enter Disiro,"

She said, a small smirk lingering upon her upper facade as she said 'Enter Disiro' as if she was telling some kind of long story plot.

[Eep. Sorry. I'm museless.]

This world is a living hell.

[Disiro]

I died two years ago..
But wait.. I am starting to see again from the fog..

His mind coursed over various ways to handle this situation that had crept into his bod. Ah yes, the vixen. Noi. She was indeed a situation. A crude analogy for such a fragile moment, but an analogy nonetheless. They were in his murky lands, the blood invigorating his revengeful soul as it had never before. The first time he had stepped into these lands only a few weeks ago after claiming them, they affected him little, his mood and revenge as always kept in check. Now suddenly something almost too strong to resist bubbled up underneath of him, the sudden surge to fight repulsing within him. His anger and hatred rose to the surface, soaring through his onyx orbs. Almost automatically his vision watched for something, anything to get this rapid bit of emotion out of his bod. The first thing that moved. A young vixen, straight ahead, her orbs watching her surroundings, but not focused on his bod. A slow, low hiss escaped his facade, as his orbs turned away from her bodice. Fool.. His mind hissed angrily. Attack her, kill he.. and you'll regret it. You'd be killing Era all over again. Snap out of it you.. His mind continued, voicing his true feelings of how quickly he had suddenly allowed his emotions to get out of his grasp. His mind, however, did not seem phased by calling him every word of profanity he had ever been taught. Which was every word or phase in the book. Once his mind was finished jeering, his orbs refocused on the minx, his testosterone pushed back out of his immediate range into a dense cavern that he made sure would be locked from his further gathering. (Wow an odd metaphor)

Was it the mere minx that had reminded him of such violent feelings that had once taken full control of his bod? She was almost nothing like the Era he had once worshiped. She was intelligent, poised, and in control. A soft snicker hummed in his esophagus, but was contained by his closed facade. In control of herself that was. Nothing like Era. Era was the true definition of a rogue. Her actions were violent and all over the place, something at the time he had admired but now was the source of his disgust. He had been not unlike Era, so he had changed as well. More than that... his mind echoed eerily, as if it was not truly there. I died two years ago.. It hummed in sync as it always had.

His orbs swept over her again, a certain fondness ringing in his cerebrum, but not allowed any further than his mind. She would be his queen indeed. But he needed to ask her.. now.. Why now? She's not going anywhere.. His mind sneered with a touch of arrogance. He almost felt like shooting an angry glance at his mind, but that was quite impossible. He knew why he had to ask her now. Nothing was granted. Not himself, not Era. Not the vix who stood before him.

Suddenly her words echoed through his mind, interrupting his train of thought. His mind flickered back to her words, compensating for the few syllables he had lost from his mind being so consumed in his own worries. It clicked silently in his mind, she was referring to his sire. The devil that once had these lands under his full control. A uncontrollable shiver, was allowed to run silently down his spine, echoing through his bones within a split second. Not out of fear, however, but out of a slight admiration. He had heard multiple versions of how his sire had passed, but none really mattered now. His mind flickered back to her words momentarily, his cerebrum decoding her vocals as his mind took a mere second to process it and come up with an appropriate response.

If I ever find his bod then I will do what I feel is fit with it. But I will not disturb his bod, even it is an empty shell. As for praying. With the devil he would be, but only ruling by his side. He would not be one of the ones being burned in the eternal flaming pits.

He said not unkindly to her. His vocals hid a slight edge of pride in his sire. He had only known him for a few minutes after being birthed by his dame, Eva. (yes both characters I played, but i thought that he should emerge from them lol) She had little want for him, and he had even fewer desires for her. He grew up by himself, only seeing his sire once. In battle. Slaying a light king. Like Disiro would do. And Disiro did. Now his thoughts refocused again, he listened to the rest of her speech, but had no comment regarding it. Now was the time. His vocals echoed out again, his voice almost seeming to shake ever so slightly.

Noi, I have watched you for only a few nights. However, I will ask this only once. Will you become my queen in this corrupted world?

Am I really dead anymore?
Or is it my soul that wants to stay hidden?

(ehh... I have no more muse..)

[Noi]

This w o r l d is full of i g n o r a n t s too f o o l i s h to face the t r u t h in life. A d r e a m e r is the common f o o l who plays rediculous images in his/her m i n d over and o v e r and strives for the i m p o s s i b l e. A d re a m is a simple e s c a p e from r e a l i t y, but is often r e g r e t t e d when the d r e a m e r who is d r e a m i n g wakes up to this cruel h e l l..

As the ess of mystery turned, what she saw nearly struck fear into even her. It was as if her new found leader was struggling to stay in control of himself. As if something was terribly bothering him. Her only thoughts were that whatever it was, it had to have been great to strike rage into the great beast. Could it be that her lord did not have complete control? It just went to show that nothing was perfect, not even the most powerful of beings. It was something that Noi had learned far before most. As said, she was wise beyond her years and physically possible. What she saw in his broken mirrors of vision. She was terribly confused, but as his guard was held once more, she regained her composure as well and aproached him with more confidence. Her knees gave in to a slow, cautious walk towards the enraged stag. She lowered her skull only so, her guard held dearly up as she stepped gingerly towards him. She had not been with him but one night, but she had been by his side long enough to know that the being that stood before her was not Disiro. No, Disiro was fighting this being internally, desperately trying to come back to his own self. This being scared even her. It was as if it was his true inner being, unleashed upon any other in motion.

A thought rushed over her and she haulted, just five feet short of being in his full presence. She searched his orbs for any sort of hint, but he was just as private and locked up as she was. Was this not why she had gone with him? Because he was exactly like her? And she was exactly like her sire? It was, indeed. She did not blame him for that. Blame..who was to blame when he had the rage burning in his occuli? Was it..her? Was she to blame? Questions, questions. She would ask him later. She hated to be a bother to such a being.

As he came back, she was reassured that it was safe to fully aproach. She felt his breath create a ripple motion on her forelock, causing her to blink at the cold air coming from his icy self. She took in his scent. She had done this when they first met, but the urge to take it in again came. Was this still the same Disiro? Ah, yes. She remembered the scent.

Again came his look of thoughtfullness, one that was often present on his facade, if any expression could be seen. He seemed to be pondering something about her. She knew this only for his stare was poised upon her. She longed to know his thoughts, but as said before, he was as locked up as she was. They had both bitten down and chewed up the key to their soul, instead of just swallowing it. If it ever came back up, it would be in pieces to small to put together again. Besides, their novels, or rather diaries, were voice activated. They were difficult to infultrate without help.

Suddenly, his words came in reply to her own. His words seemed as if he had been irritated by her out of place speaking, but his tone told her, nay. She simply nodded, saying no more. As he spoke again, however. She was nearly put into a state of shock. So, the stag needed a queen? And he had picked her? It was as her sire had persuaded him to ask her so. She was silent for a few moments, thinking over a proper response, though she knew well of her answer. Yes, yes to him. Yes to the question. Yes to this stags every whim. Well, maybe not every whim, but this stag..he was unique. He was her duplicate. They went together. Therefor, why not lead a clan of power together?

"Yes, Disiro. I will become your queen, for it was what my sire longed for me to become."

This world is a living hell.

[Disiro]

I died two years ago..
But wait.. I am starting to see again from the fog..

His orbs met hers again, as they had millions of times before. She had composed herself quickly yes, but not fast enough for him not to catch a slight mention of fear through her occules. But at what? She was staring at him wasn't she? It was him. He had allowed himself to slip, to fall without a ledge. And she had caught him. Dang it He almost muttered to himself. He watched as she hesitated to step toward him as if he were to attack her. Who the hell was he kidding? He had been close to attacking her. Fool.. No wonder she would be cautious. He would be too if he was in a deserted land with a settled master, who seemed sane one second and then a maniac the next. He did not move, allowing her to come once again to him, as a human would a cat or dog. Any sudden movement could set one of them off. He sighed inwardly, deciding upon something that he rarely let happen. Glancing into her orbs, he let a touch of guilt and remorse enter his orbs, only enough for her to catch, if she was paying attention. Within a second, it was covered again, showing his emotionless orbs that were normally sent out. As if to reassure her, he kept this gaze, as if to prove he had collected himself.

He didn't believe an apology was necessary, and as a dark soul he would not drop to that level. His orbs had told all even if it were for a brief second. And now to his own foolishness, Noi now knew that he did fight himself. Perhaps she fought her inner demons as did he, but at least she didn't allow it to escape to anyone's grasp. He had been alone for so long, he still had to adjust to a constant guard, a constant wall between him and any other equines. It had been a long time, but he would have to readjust again, and quickly if he were to keep everything under control. A steady control.

His thorns caught her sharp inhale, as she grasped at scent as if reanalyzing him again. As her figure grew larger, as she stepped toward him again, his pillars stirred again. But slowly as not to alarm her. Not that he was afraid of scaring, but he didn't want to loose her trust. Or whatever he would call their relationship at this point. Her vocals emitted a soft tone as she answered his question. A confident smirk re entered his facade, to diminish all other weak feelings that had been hanging by the surface. His skull was placed so it was perpendicular to her bodice, his ivories opening to the dim light of the clouds shading. His jaws grasped onto her hide, right above her withers, the lowest part of the topline of her neck. His grasp was firm, but not too hard. His ivories only stayed into contact with her skin for only a few seconds but if felt like an eternity. What it meant, she would have to figure for herself, but it wasn't in an aggressive or angering manner. Just a simple action. His smirk re appeared on his facade. But it quickly disappeared as his vocals hit the air again, his tone sullen.

Something is troubling you. And I assume it was for my .. actions a few minutes ago. I am not here to convince you that I am sane. You will have to decide that yourself. Pain has forced me into submission, into an emotionless state, where my bod usually resides. But every sphere has its flaw, a crack in the making. I am no different. I lost a mare, two years ago, and watched her die in my grasp. I have never been truly alive since, nor has my revenge been justly met. But i can permanently assure you, that whatever anger I feel for the past will not give me any reason to inflict pain onto you.

He finished almost abruptly. But he did not whisper any of it, and his voice remained calm and steady. His orbs stared for a reaction, though he was sure she would give none, she was as sealed as he normally was. But he would hav eto wait. Pain caused her to seal up, he was sure of it. Why he had told her anything about himself, he was still not sure, but for some reason he felt a brief brush of relief soak through his hide after he was finished.

Am I really dead anymore?
Or is it my soul that wants to stay hidden?

[Noi]

This w o r l d is full of i g n o r a n t s too f o o l i s h to face the t r u t h in life. A d r e a m e r is the common f o o l who plays rediculous images in his/her m i n d over and o v e r and strives for the i m p o s s i b l e. A d re a m is a simple e s c a p e from r e a l i t y, but is often r e g r e t t e d when the d r e a m e r who is d r e a m i n g wakes up to this cruel h e l l..

Her icy stare met his own, sinister occuli. This time, however, they were caring. As if he had seen the fear strikken in her corrupted gaze. Did he truly feel her? Was that even possible without touch? Perhaps. It was surely something to ponder in her free time. She sensed that he was now angered with himself. She could sense the slightest bit of anger in him, focused at himself, as he did not put forth any negative energy towards her. Suddenly, she sensed something appear in his orbs. He was lowering his guard to her. Trust was now forming between them. Afterall, he had promoted her to his mate, his queen, his equal. It was something they needed. Trust. The thing she sensed in his orbs was not trust, however. Rather guilt, remorse, and the likes. Even though he had proved he rarely revealed his true emotions in these kinds of situations, she would not take it as something to hold against him. No, that would make them loose their trust. This was something that she would cherish. This was the stuff that helped them gain eachother's trust.

In Noi's eyes, everyone had a flaw. An inner self, the soul always fighting what a being truly thought righteous. It was nothing to be ashamed of. Every true dark had an inprisoned soul, waiting for it's holder's guards to fall temporarily and escape in a jailbreak. If anyone was foolish, it was the being's soul, not the being themself. A true dark had locked away their soul, for every soul's true essence was light. Every dark had a hint of pain behind them that chased them constantly, eating away at them. So they locked away their souls, the one thing that would kill them if devoured by the blood hungry beast of their past.

Her thorns took in the soft sound of his stirring pillars that moved towards her only so, at a slow speed as if now to alarm her. As if she was a scared little rabbit, and he was the wolf sneaking up on the kill. She just couldn't help but get the feeling that the hungry wolf could pounce at any given moment. Or perhaps she was just being paranoid. However, no fear was shown in her fogged occuli. She would not let a peeping tom view her emotions. She saw a smirk creep onto his upper facade at her answer, as if reassured. She let a slight smile creep upon hers as well as she realized he had once more gained complete control over his actions. She suddenly felt a forceful grasp on her withers, but once more, she showed the same motionless stance as when he had nipped her on the rump at the the outside lands before he had claimed her as even his own. She understood the nip on the rump as a simple petty teasing motion that many of the darker stags played, but this grasping of the withers was something that a stag had never tried on her, and one that she had never seen done. What was it? What did it mean? She'd ask a time later, but this time, he seemed to have something to say. Her thorns pricked and she listened intently to Disiro's words.

"You saw. Indeed, however. That was exactly what has been troubling me these past minutes. And, yes. I know it is not your job to convince me that you are sane or otherwise, but I will not persue that myself, either. You have proved yourself to me, and I you. That is that needs to be."

She said, her tone steady and echoing wisdom, as it often did. It echoed nothing more however, and her corrupted gaze reflected nothing but a fogged expression, lost in the sea of her sin and regret. She was permanently sealed, and the pain of her grousome past would keep her as such. Her soul was inrpisoned from the hungry beast of past. She would no longer fight herself. There was no key to her soul's slammer. It was no longer voice activated. It was sealed shut with the devil's kiss, unbroken. And the prison term was life-long.

This world is a living hell.

[Disiro]

I died two years ago..
But wait.. I am starting to see again from the fog..

The vixen before him still remained so clam. So serene as if she was not there. No emotion seemed to seep through her gaze, no flaw in her hiding of her soul. It was like a brick wall, the bricks were the foundation yes, but the grout usually had small cracks that could eventually be shifted and provoked enough to allow air to seep through and find what lay behind the wall, uncovering the mystery behind it brick by brick. Now all he had to do was find this small crack in the grout. His had already been exposed and enlarged, as she had fingered her way through his outer layer, his protective shield with only a few words. She had made him tell the outline of what was dear to him. She had made him re act the scene again by verbalizing it. Only by a swift flicker of fear, that was all she had needed to get the brute to spill out his guts.

A flash of anger ran through his bod, partly at her, but also at himself. He made sure that not even a slight wisp of it was reflected through any of his actions. She would no longer enlarge the crack until he was certain that he would get some sort of sharing on her part as well. A relationship wasn't a one way street. She would have to expose her inner roots before digging further into his. His orbs glanced into hers again, making sure that it was apparent that his wall had been refortified and was stronger that the weakened one that had already fallen. He attempted to search into her soul from her eyes but her guard was still up enough to dismiss him. She was so in control, it almost made him seek the desire to pry into her inner thoughts, but yet she said nothing to reflect upon her like. He wanted to know what caused her this pain that caused her to seal up against the world and him.

She had mentioned a bit of her sire earlier. But was this what had formed her to be? He doubted it. It had to be something more, deeper, and more painful than her father's words that had been sent to her thorns. It almost sent pain through him that he had opened his wall, a small slit into his misery but she had given nothing in return. Force would not break the wall, but perhaps some words would open her doors. Just maybe. But maybe her walls were stronger than his, maybe they truly were without flaw.

Impossible... Every plant has a dried leaf, every rose a thorn. Every land, a deceiving ditch. His mind retorted arrogantly. Part of him longed to find out what made her tick, what made her bones shudder. But then again he already did know didn't he? Whatever Disiro reflected in her orbs, when he was angered or out of control.. that frightened her. She may not admit it, but he had caught that.. Why was the question.. What did he remind her of? Her sire perhaps.. was she abused when she was young? Was she tortured? Her words replayed in his mind again, reminding him that he still hadn't responded. He reviewed the words again, his mind thinking of the appropriate response and then his vocals chiming into the air.

Your words are wise. But, what of my frightens you?

His tone almost seemed to be a bit daring, his eagerness to find out more about her properly restrained. Only if she was ready would she tell him. He really didn't have a right to barge into her life. I have every right. His mind snapped angrily. I told her about me, and she is my mate right? His mind bickered in an annoyed tone. His thorns layed back as he settled himself again. He would not give any hints of his discomfort.

Am I really dead anymore?
Or is it my soul that wants to stay hidden?