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((I fail at titles...and the word "damsel" stuck with me))

Limbs stretched as two bodies rose from where they had lain grass still flat where it had been crushed. Twin bodies shook themselves and nostrils flared to take in the scents of the approaching night. Black eyes scanned the ever approaching darkness, watching the shadows ever lengthen and twist, contorting to hide what was commonly insight. Ah the night life, it was all abuzz around the black and white brothers as they stepped out from beneath the drooping branches they considered home.

"That do you think brother? Time to feast?" asked the brother who's coat was as white as new fallen snow. Gracing his flank a black rose with a thorned stem.

"Oh please, just enjoy the night air for once and we can feast later." Muttered the other whom was as black as ebony with a matching mark on his flank though this one was white.

"You know brother, you never seem to be too much fun anymore, you know that right?" the white brother asked looking at the black brother.

The black stallion only muttered something incoherently as he strode even further away from they tree. This tree was located at the far end of the cleaning that a young filly had found herself at the edge of. The white brother snorted at the other before following at a slower pace. Dark eyes glowering before he charged past heading head long toward where the foal might have been.

"Come brother, lets enjoy that night air." Nikolas gave a fanged grin back toward his brother whom stood a little shocked before shaking his head.

"Nikolas, you are so dead!" Kristopher shouted as he headed after his brother.

Both wove and darted from side to side, looking much like a shadow chasing the light. One minute Nikolas was out front before Kristopher passed him. It was much a push me pull you battle before both came to skidding halts as the scent of another was caught upon a breeze. Something... Young, this brought smiles to their faces as their dark eyes scanned the clearing once more, looking for whatever it was that they might have missed upon the first look...

The brothers both turned their black eyes toward the sudden drop of something small, and colorful. Looking toward each other they took to different directions, keeping themselves to the shadows, more ot less until they pretty much circled the tiny filly like wolves even if they clearly weren't in the day light. Nikolas lowered his head down to pretty much a predatory level as he circled back and forth. Kristopher on the other hand remained upright, watching his brother mainly before looking back toward the foal.

"Now what do we have here?" Kristopher asked quite openly as he moved closer to the foal. "What do you think dear brother?"

"I think we might have ourselves a little spy perhaps?" Nikolas muttered as he came up upon the other side of where the filly was hiding.

Standing, watched each other, upon opposite sides of the filly's hiding place having yet to really look 'down'. They merely watched each other then looked around as of they had missed something. At one point they acted as if they were going to walk away, though merely circled close around her, coming to a stop where the other had once been. What was it that they were looking for?

Black eyes soon turned downwards toward where the filly was laying between them. Ears twitched atop their head before looking back at each other. A grin came to the white stallion, baring slightly elongated 'fang' like teeth that had once been hidden by his lip. Though the black stallion gave the other a sort of glare before lowering his head down toward the filly. First catching a glimpse of the hair tie that had fallen from her hair back to her. She was cute, but not as cute without it.

"You dropped something, you know that right?" he asked looking toward the bow. "Don't think your mum would like you leaving it behind when you return, right?"

His head tilted some to the side as his brother rolled his eyes with a huff of a laugh. True the boys didn't have parents and acted as brothers to another filly, one whom bore wings on her back. This one was like them, bound to the earth like trees, though still able to move around of course, just didn't have any wings and that sort of thing. Maybe he could help her put it back? Maybe not, he had to worry that maybe he would accidentally rip it or something.

"Brother, please, just one little nibble?" Nikolas teased knowing well that his brother liked caring for the young ones.

"Nikolas, that is enough. These aren't the old days." Kristopher snapped at his brother whom acted surprised though only laughed in return.

"But the old days were fun, look how much you have changed, no thrill for the hunt, nor the want to make ones like that yours." Nikolas went on, turning in a sort of circle as he went. "Where's the Kristopher I remember?"

"Gone." Kristopher snorted looking away from his brother, knowing full well of what was going through his mind. "The old days are just dust blowing in the wind, and those that were bound to us are now free. So quite complaining."

Oiy, what pieces of work they were. Always fighting about things, though they loved and protected each other, they didn't really like each other to a point. Ah, love hate relationships between siblings. It might have been enough to scare anyone and anything ad unnerve those that listed closely. Then again, it might just bore the hell out of anyone as well...

Kristopher looked at his brother with a scowl before he lowered his head to nudge the foal gently. He always had a soft spot for the young ones, though it was something he wouldn't ever get over it seemed. Nikolas on the other hand liked, or used to like the taste of the blood of younger flesh, though it did seem that those day were gone. For that real longing was ebbing away like the tides.

"Nikolas! Now look what you've done!" Kristopher snapped in a scolding tone. "You've scared her even more."

"Pfft, you call that scared? Please. That is just cowering, remember when people 'really' were scared of us? Nikolas and Kristopher. We were the worse of our kind. This foal doesn't know the meaning of the word scared."

Kristopher glared at his brother whom rolled his eyes turning away to mull over what to do now. It seemed that Nikolas preferred the old ways against the new ways. He wasn't one for adapting to new ways too easily, the last time he tried he had killed someone and that still laid heavily upon his heart and mind. He didn't want to kill again.

"So little one, what's your name?" Kristopher asked turning away from his hotheaded brother letting him cool off some. "I'm Kristopher, though Kris for short. The hot head over there..." Is cut off.

"I heard that!"

"Is Nikolas, Nik for short if you like. Nikolas was only kidding about taking a nibble, we don't eat other creatures... Not anymore at least..." Looks away a little...

Kristopher watched his brother as he glowered from a distance, pacing every now and again. Though if one had the sight, they would see steam rolling off him like a thick black aura, though no such thing existed here. They were mere shadows of their former selves, reborn into bodies where they would take a while to adapt to. Nikolas was taking the longest to accept that he wasn't as he used to be.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Ijn." Kris nodded looking back at the foal who stood and moved closer to him. "Don't worry he'll settle."

Nikolas snorted again before moving back over toward the pair. His expression had softened slightly as the knowing that maybe something would come out of this. Though his black eyes remained upon the foal whom stood close to his brother. Maybe she could be the start of a new breed of fledglings? Maybe not the kind that he was used to, but maybe something along them lines.

"So what do you think brother? Think she would make a good fledgling? Or should we just escort her back to her family whom I'm sure would be missing the young dear?" Nikolas asked not looking away from Ijn.

"Nikolas, not now, I doubt she would even understand such a thing. And I'm quite sure her parents would raise hell to track us down if something was wrong with her." Kristopher shook his head. "Escorting her home would be the best thing, and remaining unseen by their eyes even better." He nodded at this much. At least something sensible came from his brother's tongue.

Nikolas gave his brother a fangy smile at the thought of making this one of their own in a sense, though Kristopher glared at him. Almost tempting his brother to try something. Eyes narrowing, Nikolas rolled his eyes pulling a frown from the smile he had once worn. He never seemed to get much fun anymore these days.

"I'm sure that your parents would search endlessly for you." Kristopher nodded. "I know my parents would have..."

At this Kristopher glanced back at his brother whom was chewing on a blade of grass that stuck a bit out of his mouth. Farmer style of course, though they were far from that old tradition... Nikolas merely watched the two before spitting out the grass and stomping slightly.

"If we're going to that the squirt back, we might as well do it now." He huffed looking toward Ijn. "Do you even know where you live?"

His voice a bit rash, his black eyes watching her like cold black stones. Where Kristopher's had a bit of warmth to them. Nikolas just wanted to get it over with if they weren't going to make her their own. At times he wished the old Kristopher would come back to him and they would be the worst of their kind once more. He hated only being a shadow of his once fine glory years.

The brothers looked at each other before Kris looked back toward Ijn, a pale brow raised itself as he felt her press against him as if he were something to cling to. Lowering his head he nuzzled against the young filly, trying to comfort her, wondering why she acted in such a way not like they were going to hurt her. Though he wasn't sure if Nikolas wouldn't have if he wasn't around. The white stallion had ways of harming anyone while on his own in some way or another.

"Perhaps we can start by going back the way you came originally?" Kristopher asked not raising his head from where it hung. "Then we can sort out where you might live? Perhaps if we get close to where you were earlier, Your father might be looking for you?"

"Kris, you know that we really shouldn't be sighted by others.." Nikolas eyed his brother, though only got a glare in reply. "You know not many like us."

"That is not of my concern you couldn't behave." Kristopher retorted dryly. "If you hadn't been reckless you wouldn't have this problem." Turns his attention back to the filly, "Now young miss, lets see if we can't find your home so that you won't get into trouble."

Kris shook his head before looking back at the foal, knowing full well that his momentary arguments about the past would confuse her. Turning, also nudging Ijn as he did, he aimed to walked out the way she had come in. Maybe the night air would cool off his brother's ambitions to become what he once was. Following behind Nikolas muttered things, though they were only coming as grumbles.