[PRP] Dancer in the Dark [Nimue + Incubus]

[Tirokio]

Night.....it seemed to always be night as of late for the morbid looking mare as she wandered aimlessly around the woods she now called home. The ground was cast with mist, glowing faintly from the patches of moonlight seeping through the spaces admist the canopy of leaves. Minutes turned into hours, and hours turned into days yet she did not stop...for she had no need to stop. Staring out onto the shrouded path before her, voidless cerulean orbs hidden admist the shadows of her own horse skull mask was deviod of any life it seemed.

Yet how could there be life when she had yet to remember anything about it?

She did however remember awaking after passing out, screaming in agony as her secret under he mask burned with the intensity of what she believed would be a thousand suns. There were voices....two of them. Two that when trying to remember made her chest tighten, why would they not appear before her mind's eye!! Stomping her hoof onto the ground in frustration, the mare opened her eyes to peer out into the undesireable world around here....where only the creates that most warned their children not to even go near lurked and loomed.

It was in these same woods that she knew she met many a strange creature....but none came to mind. Shadows...spikes, wings....blood....these things came to mind yet the mare couldn't piece them together to save her own life.

Flapping her wings to give them a bit of a stretch, the mare pressed on in her endless journey for answers. Luckily she dawned one of her better hat which helped lighten her mood some....the poor crow having been scewered through the heart and its blood rolled down the mare's mask to drip on her ivory coat. Oh yes...Nimue was definately not a full bag of marbles.  

[Baneful]

Incubus walked though the dismal forests as though he owned all he looked upon, in his mind, in many ways he did. The lessers as he had dubbed the normal Soquili of the world presented little threat to the pureblood kalona, in the prime of his adulthood. And he met few of his kind these days, so few as to suspect that they were somehow a dying breed, tainted and corrupted over the years. His pace was that of a stallion with purpose, almost a trot but not quite. As always, he followed the raven, the flickering shadow that led him through life, always silent, always watching, perpetually present. He had never known if it was simply a figment of his violent imagination, a manifestation of the great raven god himself or some other, unknown apparition. What mattered to him however was that he follow it.

And he did. Picking up his pace as the mad avian broke into speedy flight, flickering and twisting through the trees as through it were made of shadows. He'd never be left behind and so he reared up, tossing back his head to let out a challenging whinny which broke the still, more a scream or a roar than a typical equine sound, and, giving his wings a few solid beats for speed, he galloped after the raven, his hoofbeats like thunder as he went.

He was unsure how long he'd been wandering when the raven slowed to perch on a tree, watching him with those eyes he could not look into. He tossed his head, nostrils flaring as he caught his breath, baring his fangs at the bird with a hiss. It let out a buzzing caw unheard to anyone but Incubus that made him wince in agony. When he opened his eyes once more, it was gone and all that remained was the tinny scent of blood.

He turned, bristling the needle like feathers that lined the base of his wings and trotted from the shadows towards the female whose "hat" he could smell like electricity on the air to his nose. He gave her a measured, chilly stare, snarled low in his throat and asked, in a voice smooth as silk.

"Who might you be?"  

[Tirokio]

"Woe....woe....Can't help it, the girl can't help it...."

The mare sung on light whimsical vocals, her tail slashing through the air to keep perfect timing with her words. The nights always seemed to be such a solitary time...unless someone happened to stumble upon her which her mind told her seemed to be happening a lot lately; even though the faces wouldn't appear in such familliar thoughts. Tossing her sapphire orbs to and fro in the shadows, her ivory ears perked to the rustling of what seemed....air. It sounded much like when she was airborne but the weight of the creature was much heavier than she was it rustled the breeze in a bass like tempo.

Slowly rolling her head to where the last remnants of sound caressed her ears, her orbs widened in a sliver of delight to see another figure emerge from the shadows and boy....what a figure it was! Immediately drinking in his form she was onslaughted with black and red; much like her own colouring. This stallion wore strange contraptions on his hind legs and around his muscular neck, he too was with horn yet he posessed a pair which were much larger and curled back. How fascinating! It really put her hat to shame to see such lovely horns.

Oh woe.

Cocking her head to the side like a lost puppy, she nearly forgot to answer his question as her attention was turned to his most luxurious locks of ebony hair like her own. His styled more of a gentle wave rather than her thick waves with flicks of partial rings and curls. Nimue could feel an immediate attraction to the stallion; not one as strong as with the prickle bush, red river or little hoofs....yet her pull to those dark like she was definately there.

Smiling contently, her quad wings folded gracefully along her ivory hindside, tossing her hair back out of her eyes (and a wing from her hat) she studied the brute with her glance. Finally; she spoke up, light and dainty sounding as if she has swallowed a flute.

"Nimue....I have been told; anyways. Oh flesh....ebony and ruby like the blood....may I ask the same to you?" She grinned, unfortunately any sort of threatening demeanor had never been her forte....hell even if she tried she couldn't be as menacing as even the lamest of attempts from this soul before her.