[Begging] Your Parden....

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.:Many say that wisdom depends on brain power. Many say you have to be smart to use it. But really, have you ever sat back and thought about it? Not just sit there and think the word wisdom all over again, but delved into the meaning? You don't have to be smart to possess wisdom. Wisdom is not exactly common to find, but not exactly impossible. I mean, the bay that was flying over sand now was not the smartest, but he possessed slight wisdom that all do. Not that he used it of course, but that is beside the question:.

.:Fleet of foot as he was. Flying over sand dunes, his long legs covering ground so wide. Not once did he seem to slip, no matter how unfirm the ground was. Either he just didn't, or he covered it up realy well. But on he ran, hide flashing whith brilliant light whenever a ray caught it directly. His tatoos remained that dark colour they always were. Each of a war or memory. One from his tribe. The tribals were few now, but that was where he was from. A tribe in a corner, tucked away and isolated. At least, until the war. Candlefire. That was his name. Messanger for the Neuvils. Some would acuse him. Tell him to be ashamed. He was on te side of murderers. Behind those defiant eyes, way beyond what he let to see on the outside world, bluntness hung. A cold, miserable thought. What was left for him? What was there to do? A day when they came and took those capable of fighting if they would. A day when his world ended as he had known it. He no longer knew who survived of his tribe. He no longer wanted to think about it. All that lived of his early memorys were these tatoos. Tatoos from the battles he had faced. Tatoos from his tribe. And he was glad of them. They kept him sane. Wile all the fighting came, and bloodshed, he would remember what he had known. He would harden his heart, and he would remember what he was fighting for. He would remember that he was alone, but he had a job. He had a job. To fight when needed, and to run. His talent, running. Spreading messages to those he was sent to. Taking terms to the Lights for them to surrender. Yet they did not, and now the war was to begin. His heart hardened more, and he was prepared for battle:.

.:Weell.....sorta. Currently he was more focused on the delightful young mare whose self he had caught sight of on his trip to the Light Quarters. The young princess. Oh yes, she was hot. So like, droolworthy. Nah, his mind was set on her right now. Heh, he wasn't there yet. Only like, another metre to go...plenty of time. He slowed down as he approached where the Neuvil leader would be. Or should be, at any rate. He shook his thoughts free , and with straight face he moved now with purpse, looking like the warrior he was meant to be. A proud pose, one of a fighter. Yeah, so he wasn't exactly a proper fighter, but that wasn't the point. And sure, it wasn't as if she could see him....so he dropped his pose and slouched. He knew that she would know, but he was kinda ever so slightly worn out now. A days running, come on!:.

.:Wo- Greetings Mi - M'am:.

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I can see you. I can see your movements. They send the earth trembling. Your slouch, hooves shuffling on the stony ground. I see all though my eyes are blind. I know your tattoos pull the skin tight, I know the sweet drips from your skin. Your heavy breath dampens the air about your muzzle. Your lowly presence makes me feel sick. The world stoped turning to see me rise to my hooves. The flints of ebon' rock. The spindly pillars, thin and emaciated as I was. My eyes were fixed on Candle fire, even though I was blind. My harks pricked and swivled all around, listening to all sounds that entered.

And the pathetic worm! He does not grovel at my feet. My throne, a plinth of black marball crusted with gold leaf, was my perminant home. The surface where I lay was covered with a plush emerald velvet. My tresses are wild, held on a perminant breeze that is un-moving to all but the blood red strands. Only they dance to its tune.

"Candle Fire, what news do you bring? Has the Light King surendered? Will he take his daughters and flee?"

I demanded, my voice hoarse like I had not used it for days. My eyes blazed firey black, my soul hungry for the surender. If not, I would not back down until every light's blood was painted on my hide. I would not rest until my pelt and my lands were soaked in their blood. I would not quit till I had won.

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.:Ah. The question arrived. He could, he supposed, be nice and say yes. But to be honest, that was boring. And Fire was not nice, not any more. Maybe once, but not now. He gave a grim smile, but satisfied smile. The grim part was mockery only. He felt no guilt. He was simply the messanger. Admittedly, one who bore the message of war, but still. Anyway, war was fun. As long as you weren't touchy and cried whenever someone died. You had to get past all that crap. In with the real life issues. He looked her in her blind eyes, knowing she saw with senses somehow. It was a confusing fact, but all his job was to do was to run with messages, not worry about things that did not concern him in the slightest. It did however include answering his Queen's questions, whatever they may be. Whenever they came. And he would stick to his duty:.

.:They refuse our terms. They will go to arms:.

.:His voice was strong in its reply. He held no fear or worry of her own answer. The only option now was the let the Lights know they had made the completly wrong choice. The Neuvils would go to war in numbers, and the Lights would surely fall. For one, the Neuvils, with their combined numbers, were in plenty compared to those Lights, who had none to side with. They were on their own, and on their own they would remain until death fell upon them. They had chosen it as their way, and it would not leave them without it's mark. Yes, some of his own side would fall, and possibly him, but the great numbers of Lights that would made up for it. After all, that was the warriors jobs. To fight. Fighting involved risks, with included being killed in the process. If they died, then they died for their side. There was no real reason as to why Candlefire should be killed unless he took part in the war, but even so he was ready should it come to him. he was ready to fall for his queen and friends. Well, Lacrimosa at least. he didn't really have any friends currently. Probably wouldn't at all, but oh well. Candlefire had managed on his own for a long time still, and he didn't need friends to carry on managing:.

.:With a muffled yawn, he moved to lean against something. Honestly, this bussiness got tiring. Especially when ou wanted to be thinking about something else. He shook his mane and tossed his head slightly. He would make sure to go and see her at some point. The charming princess. Yes, he would go and greet her, get to know her. After all, she was engaged to that Yang wasn't she? Or married? Either way, Yang was a boring idiot. Yep, he was. And Candlefire was not the most modest around. He beleived that he could possibly be a break from boring old teacher-guy. With a sparky attitude at times, and anyone was more fun than Yang. Oh no, let's hear a lecture from him. He watched his Queen carefully, should she request something else from him. She surely would. His jobs should be plentyful, and though his was tired he wanted to run once more. After that, all he'd want to do would be to flop down and sleep soundly. Fire seemed to bring energy from nowhere, but it was limited before he tumbled over in exhaustion. The trick was to forget how tired you were, and think of energy. But you couldn't do it forever, and sooner or later even a Tribal Warrior would slip or skid. Slipping and skidding was bad for any horse. It could cause injurys far too painful and damage too great for repair by anything. Which is why he preffered to remember his limits. Candlefire enjoyed running and galloping accross the plains and hills. T'was in his blood to do so, and he would not enjoy having to stop. Memorys of long runs over lakes and streams and hills came bounding into his mind, and he grinned slightly:.

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Her aura was stirred again by his movement, but it took her some time to figure out what he was doing. Her black disks were shuttered by paid lids, but on the lid was a strange red marking. A tattoo of sorts, marked in blood. She fancied it was the light king's blood. But it was not. It was however, the closest she had got to him. She had taken down the queen, the queen of all lights. They had carved out the spot where her blood stained the glassy ice, and in it's place a rectangular pond populated by beautiful mountain fish. Oh how the princessess had weeped, how how the king raged and fumed and stomped around and threw his things. She laughed slightly, and turned her eyes to where Fire was stood. She knew he was leaning against stoney pillar, it was a hollow one, and in times of great need it was that pillar that would be filled with food reserves. She glared coldly.
"Don't slouch, bow before your ruler." She growled angrily, the wind only her tresses knew seemed to pick up, a fire blazed hot in her eyes and her heart. There was a shuffling sound, and from some back passageway a second horse appeared. It stopped, bowed half heartedly and continued on it's way.
"Lo Yang." The queen muttered. The horse narrowed his eyes and spun round. Bowing again, with a grimace, he replyed.
"Lo Queen. I assume you have had word of my engagement?" His tone was confident and held a strong air.I should be on that throne, not her. Were Yang's angry thoughts. He may be lord of six various dark provinces, but he deserved them all. For years he had served the dark throne, his father. When his father stepped down, he should have got the royal crown, but no. That lupine bastard Darker than Midnight took it. But Darker was far behind him now. All that stood in the way of resuming the brief time as king he had was Rin. Rin in quesion was sitting silently, deep in her own thought. What to send Candlefire with? He had done her great service. Only a true master of foot could carry messages so swiftly as he. Perhaps a small reward for his efforts? But Yang was addressing her, better dissmiss him first. She had always hated the arrogent prince. So full of himself, such a pompus lord as his father would surely only raise weeklings. Yang was no weekling, he was strong of mind, not necissarily in form. Only his draconic form was powerful, it was powerful out of control and Yang was forbidern to take up it's might at any time. Though no doubt he did for it's roars could sometimes be heard from the forest.
"Indead Yang I have. And if it is your wish to make allies of the lights then be my guest, but you will be dragging your family in with you. Kicking and screaming no doubt, but you will have their blood on your hands when the Neuvils next attack." She concluded, and snorted, dismissing him. Yang's brow furrowed, perplexed, before bowing untidily and trotting out of the city on his way to meet his father at Gemini Cove. Now Rin turned back to Candlefire, who was still slouching no doubt.
"Although you have your stuborn flaws, Candlefire, you are a great asset to me. No other can carry words so swiftly and so corectly. Go, spend time at the Imortal city of ice, but as a tourist not a preacher of war. Go and enjoy yourself for I beleave you have served me and your people well, you deserve it. But do not go spreading it around that I give out free holidays. Here, take some money with you." She paused and nudged a small leather pouch on a long shoulder strap towards him. "Go and may be court some fine ladys. But be sure to return as soon as you see the king rallying his troops more activly than usual. He will grow suspicious after he recieves no reply from me." She ended, and nodded slightly to show he could go. And so she thought, would I like to go....But my life is here, and I shall never move again.

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.:For some reason, Candlefire hated idiots that thought them above others such as himself. The Queen had a right to, for she was the Queen and respect came with the title. Mostly anyway. Candlefire knew that he was not the most respectful to others out there, for yes, he admitted it, he was stubborn to bow. Occasionally he would do it for Rin, but even then it was not often, and she was the only one. Oh, and here he came. The biggest stuck up idiot Candlefire knew. Yang. He knew of Yang's lineage, and knew that Yang could have been King, but was to stupid to get the throne. And he knew of his jealousy towards Rin, for claiming the throne herself now. Oh yes, and he knew of the engagment between Yangie and the mare he had watched. Funny though, so think the Dark stag had fallen for a Light mare. Rather stupid actually. Candlefire did not believe any would rush to help him when the army stuck at his door. No, Yang had gone with a Light, and was a traitor to the very fact of war. Yes, he may himself have been thinking of having a bit of a flirt with the light, but he was not intending to marry one like Yangie. For goodness sake, he wasn't stupid like that. Rin was obviously not pleased either. He didn't think anyone particually liked Yang, but they surely disliked him even more so now. Honestly, the very idea. Candle would possibly marry. Sometime in the future. He would choose a Neuvil though. It was sensible, and they would have more in common than that boring git and the pretty princess. Princess? He wasn't trying to become King of Lights now, was he? That would be an amusing sight to see. Prince of Dark turns King of Lights. And...if he did....would it be because of his jealousy? nuts, the bastard was even more f**ked up than he thought at first sight. He rolled his eyes, and, as Yangiekins left in a temper, his lips parted to speak softly, hoping the idiot would hear before he left. A rhyme many had once sung, he beleived. And amusing one, from when Yang had been teaching the school:.

**.:Oh YangDaPang!
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He makes all the fillys hearts go PangDaPang!

-When Magesty saw him

-Her heart went PangDaPang!
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YangDaPang
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Makes all the fillys hearts go PangDaPang! PangDaPang PangDaPang!:.

.:Oh dear, now Candlefire was in a cheerful, winding up mood. It slightly changed when he was hissed at by Rin, but not much. But the information of a holiday? Well, that made it leap. A break to have a bit of fun, but he also had to keep an eye out in places. Never knew what was there. Well, he did, dessert mainly, but the point was that it was meant to be interesting. He pushed himself to his feet as she pushed the moneybag out, and stopped in front of her, performing a bow. He was pleased, and he would do as she wished him to, which was to bow. Carefully, he rose, nudging the strap over his shoulder. Standing up straight, he watched her for a moment, quietly and calmly, with a slight, mischevious grin on his face. Yes, he would go talk to some attractive mares, certainly. Trips were always fun to do, especially when you had a certain goal in mind. He nodded, breaking his stillness, scraping at the ground once with a dagger, eyes fixed on Rin:.

.:I thankyou, my Queen. I shall keep my eyes open for movement within the light troops. When there is some, I can be relied on to move with haste, safe if they stop me somehow. I shall try my best. No other messages, and is my lady not coming?:.

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**By Padfoot

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A torrent of anger swelled in her veins. The breeze that only her bloody tresses knew blew them violently, trying to tug them from her softly curving nape. She drew back her lips in anger, her ears back indicated she was afraid of what her fury might do to Fire.
"Get out!" She shrieked at the top of her lungs. Her eyes were wild, livid with firey anger. How dare he suggest such a thing! The words were like a dagger through her heart, and a spear through her neck. The sight of that tribal now disgusted her, the throne room had grown silent. The equines of the dark city that lay behind her had hushed their voices for fear they too would anger the queen. In a frenzyed state she had been known to order to attack the lights right then and now, even sending mothers and their small foals into battle. But she tryed to regain her calm, and closing her optics lightly he breathed deely and when she opened them again, she was glad that Candlefire had not fleed
"If I had someone to be my eyes, I would go anywhere." She corrected herself, and turned away. Fire would not do such a thing for her. He was off to explore the city of lights. The lights would not approve of her appearance anyway. She was hated through the whole kingdom. Her throne is where she must remain forever.

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.:His harks flattened against his skull as she yelled, but in no other form did he survey any discomfort with her anger. He held still, watching, harks inching foward again slowly. He was thinking carefully, rolling one thought around his head over and over again, his gaze calm nad patiant. He did not speak quickly, but made sure his words were fully found and checked for anything that would set her off again. The sight of her blazing in anger was not a nice one, certainly if the anger was directed at you. And though Candlefire was no coward, being shouted at gave him a headache. And anyway, he was not going to run no matter how much she yelled at him to. He would only go away when he felt like it. Oh yes, here came the stubburness. He had to admit himself that he could be very stubburn. Finally he opened his mouth, not having blinked once, and replied to her fit. His voice was steady and calm, a mere enquiry:.

.:I am your voice in the corners of the globe, and will continue to be so. Why can I not be your eyes?:.

.:It was an odd thing really, Candlefire being nice, and above all volunteering to be so. But then, he most likely would do it for none other than his Queen. None other than the one who he served. She should regonise that, for she obviously knew his stuburness well, and it was unlike him to volunteer a service to anyone at all. Yet he had, in his odd way of statement. He had offered to be her sight, to be her eyes. He had offered to let her leave her solitude in this place, and have a look round the world through his eyes. Though his offer had been in a question, it did not cancel it out. He would guide her if she wished. The lights did not like her, but probably did not like any Neuvil who dared to enter their city. But t'was not as if they were fine to order an attack on their own there, so there was no reason for the lights to disallow them. He grinned, remembering how the hatred of some burned so strongly. It was silly really. But oh well:.

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Candlefire was her voice...why not her eyes? She cannot trust them. His toung it is quick to be carryed and direct to be told. No matter what happened on the way he brought her words to where they needed to be if she could not. He is swift, and long of limb. Lean, agile and although he has that stuborn boulder like attitude, he is ever loyal and faithful to his queen. She lent forwards, her eyes narrowed as if trying to see him.
"Candlefire...I know...I know the place. It is a lake, Lake Laguli...It's waters have healing propertys. Go there, it will only take half a day, and bring back some of it's waters. It is found in the center of the rainforest. Go, and when you return I will be able to come with you to the city." Her voice was barely a whisper, she was both ashamed of her out burst, and excited that she might be able to heal her sight at last.

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.:Your wish shall be done:.

.:He turned, bodice moving far from the place, to seek the water of which she spoke. Well, not quite far currently. He was actually just exciting the building, but what did that matter? He was going to go far, even if he hadn't already. And in one way he had. In his mind. T'was far, far away. His thoughts had landed on planet Zogg, and were talking in mashian, perhaps. An odd language, anyway. And please, if you're literall, take this explanation instead. His thoughts were thinking of unknown and odd questions, that had never been answered and would most likely not get answered. His mind was replying these thoughts with confusing answers of it's own. Answers that, to the logical mind, would not make sense, but to those balancing on the edge of the line, would be make the most sense in the world. Or on Planet Zogg, because the edge-people probably lived there.

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