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 Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 2:56 pm
 It was the dead of night in the graveyard, littered with both humans and soquili alike. The air was chillier this eve, settling in to fall temperatures before inevitably the snow would fall. Early fallen leaves littered around the gravestones, announcing the carved names of the fallen...into the ground.
This was his domain, the single soul who the kawani had so thoughtfully named 'Deathbringer' for he only would come around when there was news of death or the dying.
It had been so long...he'd forgotten entirely what his parents had even named him.
Yet what was a name, the only name he'd ever needed to remember was his dear sister Copena Jolon. He missed her so, his beloved and beautiful sister; but he knew her dual personalities often led her astray...not to mention afraid of the very place he loved with all his heart. How could anyone hate the graveyard, it was such a warm and cozy place filled with the soft mounds of the corpses under his hooves.
The clacking of the various bones on his body echoed in the night as he peered out observing and on the lookout for anything out of place through the giant bird skull on his head. A souvenir from the largest thing he'd put in this graveyard of his, and he adored it so. The wind blew slightly, tousling his long and dual toned hair; it seemed to whisper the living slept well tonight and held no sweet scent of death.
It looked like it would be a quiet evening tending to his 'garden', and that was fine by him.
The last thing he wanted was for anyone to think this place wasn't well tendered.
Heading over to a fresher grave than most, he had prepared it especially for a young filly who had passed away at birth. He'd found the poor rotting dear abandoned in the forest where he had returned here with her. "Are you fairing well sweet princess of death?" He coo'ed, his dark but soothingly deep voice rang out, a twisted smile curling under that mask of his. "Don't worry, your bed will be ready soon; no need to be jealous of the others. You were a bit of a...surprise. Its not every day I get such youth in the garden." Thus it began, as he began to push more and more dirt into the halfway filled pit.
The filly would be very cozy in there, forever more.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 7:38 am
 The darkness of night had always suited Lilith just fine. And why shouldn't it? The sun was far too bright and cheery for her tastes. You heard about foals frolicking in daylight all the time, the poor deluded little things. How cruel of their parents and guardians not to teach them life's greatest truth. Happiness didn't last. Oh, you could hope and plead with the spirits all you wanted, but in the end someone would always rip your joy right out from under you the first chance they got.
Misery was so much easier to cling to. No one wanted to steal your misery, after all. There were always the exceptionally blind ones who wanted to "save" you from it, but they were oh-so-easy to avoid when you stuck to the night and let the stars be your only company.
Who needed actual company anyway? Everyone only wants to use you in one way or another, and Lilith certainly did not want to just lie back and be used. She was many things, but a fool was not one of them. And who but a fool would be content to be sucked dry by friendship and love only to be tossed aside when they were no longer relevant?
The thought was enough to bring a dark little giggle up from the mare, for she had met many such fools and had no desire to become one of them. (Again, her mind helpfully whispered and she dutifully ignored that niggling little voice that always tried to be helpful when really it was much more trouble than it was worth. She certainly didn't need to be reminded of anything involving her past.)
Thankfully she found the not-so-helpful little voice interrupted by something else, the hollow clack-clack of bones clicking together carried on the breeze to her. A siren's song after her own fluttery heart, the perfect rhythm for a sweet death song to begin with. It was a dark little tune she found herself humming as she wandered in the direction the sound was coming from.
And it didn't take nearly as long as she might have thought before she found herself in the graveyard, her claws dipping too easily into soft soil as she let her humming drift into silence. Had the dead decided to sneak from their graves, or was it perhaps the one who tended them that had lured her here with such sweet sounds? Either way, she was certain this would be a delightful turn of her night.
But hopefully not too delightful. She certainly didn't need anyone snatching away her joy.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 8:14 pm
Push by push, step by step he filled the grave, each bit of dirt in his mind wrapping the beautiful little corpse in its eternity blanket. Oft he would dream of being blanketed like that, safe and sound in the warmth of the earth. Perhaps some day, but for now he lived for death....well, to care for it mind you. Once finished he circled around the fresh mound a number of times to inspect his craft like one would scrutinize a work of art. Since it was much to his liking, he moved over to a basket he'd taken from the Kawani, stained in old, old blood.
He remembered the basket, too...once holding a dearly beloved head which had been severed straight off one of the two legged. Nosing through it he found a few pebbles from the seashore, and with the utmost tender care carried them in his mouth till he could arrange it on top of the mound. It would have to do till he could get a proper stone in place.
However, something else caught his attention.
As the wind drifted by this time, he caught the most peculiar scent, as if speaking sweet nothings into his ears. You're not alone..
Turning his head as his various bones and beads jangled along his side, he realized too, he had company. Was it alive? Probably...his temper would have been flaring if he'd caught the scent of one of those atrocious walking dead. Without a word he stepped away from his fresh grave and along the well tread path of the cemetery. Deathbringer wasn't sure what laid in store for him this eve, but as long as it wasn't a zombie or a grave robber it would be tolerable. Most others he could chase off with so much a peek into his rank, and wet satchel at his side.
Like a ghost he made his way along, up a small hill amongst deathly looking willows when he spotted the living soul; her light pastel colouring almost had him wondering if she was in fact the walking dead...but Deathbringer had a fairly good sense and he was certain she was alive. As she walked along and moved closer and closer to his location he could make out a bit of her markings, and then could have passed her off as a stone mare breaking from the trials of time. Not to mention the blood...
She was utterly dreadful looking.
...and he was immediately intrigued and enticed by that very beauty.
With his own hooves sinking along the moist soil and death moss which lingered along most of the non grave ground in the cemetery; he approached her from the side. Never taking his eyes off her, gazing out from his mask; and occasionally glancing down at her most interesting fore hooves....or talons he should say.
"What have we here.." Luxuriously dark vocals echoed out as he moved in the night, giving away his location and of course, would allow him a better look at her if she were to face him. "Its not often I get visitors in my garden, have you come to admire?" Darkness lingered too in his tone, but tonight he wasn't dangerous...he had a new collection which would satisfy his hunger and obsession for some time. "And so close to hallows eve too...you seem not the type who would come in hopes of some foolish notion of a trick..."
Those darn foals, making a ruckus in his garden all for the thrill of finding something spooky. He dearly hoped she had a better head on her shoulders; or he'd be forced to escort her out, or six feet down...whichever came first.
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