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It was decided, Lifen did terribly at cold.

Allowing a little shiver travel down her spine, she curled up in the fluffy, pelt lined coat that she had procured for this night out, she blessed the fates that someone had the bright idea of packing one . . . and well, yes.

Hearing the soft voice of Lan, she turned to her, mis-matched eyes looking between her, and their tall partner of the night, Soren, before giving her a soft smile, trying to dispel the cold around them. "It is much more entertaining when one has companions." She stated to the noble, looking down at the town. It would be nice to just . . . let loose for once, in a long time.

How curious it might have looked to outsiders, the youngest and smallest leading the elders. But to Lan, that was her rightful place. She did not think lesser of Lifen or Soren, only that she was above them, her blood giving her the position others could nope hope to obtain.

This was simply, where she belonged, (or thought she did to any effect).

"Thank your Soren. And indeed Lifen! Not to mention with hunters around, we'll need to just be more aware. They need to be put in their place after all." She didn't summon her bow, but looking down the path to the village she made her way down. It was an undemanding walk, and soon, the light clatter of stone on lighted padded feet could faintly be heard. A quick look off the path, and a small girl, perhaps five or size, jumping, trying to reach what looked to be a doll stuck in a high branch.

"Poor little lamb, all alone." A qucick summon and she shot an arrow into the plush, the child freezing. A slow turn,and Lan let her fear flow. The headdress catching aflame, the gem beginning too ooze blood, the face of the child reflected in the false liquid. Lan smiled as she felt the child's FEAR rise up. A taste and Lan grinned before the child fled, toy forgotten.

"So skittish, yet oh so delicious."

((FEAR tally: +2))

Both mares sought out their victims, prety really, small little humans that left behind a sweet caress of Fear in the air, It was almost intoxicating, though he knew it should not have been. This, this was natural. That they had been deprived of it for any amount of time was unforgivable.

The two Conquest horsewomen had gone for children, and it was that sweet Fear that he sought out as well. He broke off from them, silently gliding in a way that should have been unnerving for one so large. A little ghoul was outside, for some reason away from the safety and security of her family. Oh, there. Chasing some little pet, a puppy, and giggling as the awkward thing scampered away from her. Perfect.

The Death Horseman, for that was what he was, allowed his fear to overtake him. Red eyes seeming to glow, body cloaked, blurred so that it was easy to see his size but impossible to make out details, faint, ghostly wisps that marked him as Death giving him just enough illumination to make him stand out to the scareling. As he approached he let out a low, dry sort of laugh, watching as the the two creatures were paralyzed in Fear. Oh how easy it would be to kill her, to grant her Death, but young ones like this could produce Fear for a long time. No, it was worth it to save her. Her pet though...he reached out with a massive paw, a faint, ghostly glow around his gauntlet and let the claws pierce the little creature, feeling it wriggle out the last of its life as her Fear flooded over him and she began screaming, petrified as he laughed again before she turned and ran, tripping and scrambling in her haste to get away.

He took the puppy with him (not because he wanted it but because the absence of the body would probably terrify her more in the long run) and rejoined the mares. "Their scarelings are generous."

+2 Fear

Taking a few steps closer back to the little group, she caught the sound of another child, not too far away. Raising her eyebrows, she started to work through the strange town, shoes crunching through the snow as the squeals and laughter of a small group of children playing tag started to filter in.

She was starting to think all the people living in this town were children - and it was starting to bother her. Where were the adults, coveting their children from the spooks and scares of the evening? Shaking the thought, she watched for a few moments, bow at the ready while she waited to see if they would go their seperate ways - it was easier to stalk one than try to go for the whole group. It would be too much, too soon.

After about 10 minutes, she gave up - it was taking too long, and she didn't want to get lost. . . Taking a few steps away, she made sure she wasn't being stalked, before trying to walk back to where the other two were.

As Lifen rejoined them, Lan smiled, unknowning to the lack of FEAR gathered. Lifen was conquest. Conquest simply did not fail. They only waiting until the right moment to strike and harvest. As muffled cries could be heard in the distance Lan smiled. The sweet sound of human suffering, pure music to her ears. Soren's return had her beaming, the smell of blood, human blood, lingering.

The scent of death.

He had either slain some foll or had a bit a fun, but either way Lan was pleased with the FEAR they were creating. "My turn." She walked towards the sound of water. Humans usually gathered at rivers, just like any other animal. Beasts, they were only a source of food.

The giggle of two, the whispers, Lan stopped in her tracks. She watched them, silent, waiting. Why did they get to be together? Why did they get to have each other? Anger and hurt welled up inside of her. How come humans, weak, pathetic, disgusting humans, were able to have love? It was not fair. Her love was dead, taken by insanity. There would be no secret messages hidden under tea tables. No flowers on her pillow at night. No promises of battles to be won. Never again would she feel his arms around her, telling her she would rule one day and her servants would love her and adore her as he did. She'd lost him. Lost him to hunters and their plots.

She'd lost him to humans. Slowly the man looked up from the woman's neck, worry on his face. Lan didn't hide, she wanted him to see her. A golden bow string tight, ready to set the arrow into his skull. He didn't see her only a shadow.

Why should humans have love, when her's was denied to her?

A cutting pain in the man, a wound from no where. Each arrow sent into his body a wound, and together they screamed. Pain and Fear, the woman scrambled as the man told her to get help. She hesitated until Lan came closer. They saw only a shadow, gold eyes burning with hate. Two fingers one hand gripped the man's hair as she dug her nails into his skull ripping out an eye. The man was screaming and Finally the woman ran. Lan didn't bother, crushing the one eye in her hand, red blood running to stain her silk.
Taking her bow she slammed one end into the man's back. His organs cut he'd bleed out, still able to walk his love flee-

Until an arrow was shot into her legs.

She still ran, and Lan scowled. Her mount was summoned, hooves clicking on the rock. Mounted archery, the horsewoman sent another arrow flying, hitting the human in her legs. She could run no more. Dismounting by the mortal Lan hissed. "This is you place you wretch." She slammed her foot down, the head cracking open like a ripe melon. Blood and gore, Lan paid it no mind, her anger and sorrow blinding her to much else. Returning, she turned her back to the other, trying to hide the tear streaks down her face. "I think I am done here."

(+2
Total: 6)

The feeling that had settled on Lifen had reached the guardian as well. Something was about, something not a horseman. But it felt dark, sinister. Soren did not mind sharing his prey this once, the air was already flush with Fear and both of the mares were ready to head back.

He kept an eye out just in case but nodded his head. "I've harvested enough for today." They were ready to go now, but this place was now one of their hunting grounds. He would be back, as many times as it took until the air around the village was constantly permeated with Fear, the humans trying to anticipate the next attack, and with no way to warn or arm themselves. Yes, this little village would serve its purpose well. Whatever else was out there could enjoy the harvest as well, but if it threatened him he would put it in its place.

But for now, it was back to Halloween, their temporary home. It would be different now though, different as they came back, flushed with Fear. With victory.

Total: 4 Fear

A soft frown showed up on the horsewoman's face when Lan had murmured the poison-imbued words to her - but she wasn't sure what to say. She wanted to ask and soothe the younger horsewoman, but, she wasn't going to start pulling the truth out in such an open area - Soren or no Soren. It only took her a moment to come to a decision, before straightening up and showing a more sober, caring face.

"I think we should go home, and I'll make you a cup of tea, okay? You need to warm up." She murmured softly to the Noblewoman as she helped her on to her mount, looking back to Soren and awarding him with a soft smile also, trying to show nothing for him to worry of. She would ask Lan later, when it was easier to talk.

"I think it is safe to say we are done, and ready to leave." She announced as she summoned her mount, looking to Soren. "Ride with us until we reach our clan border? I will take Ms. Lan home when we get there." She requested, as she pulled lightly on the reins and helped herself up to the noble creature she had bonded with.