Don't get in my face
and don't evade my space
I'll put you in your place
I'll only tell you once
I'll never tell you twice
and this is me being nice

Spring. What a wonderful time. Bright wildflowers bloomed everywhere, the darling foals pranced around the sweet grassy meadows. Even the older horses, scarred and strong, molted into a brand new coat that made them look noble and majestic. Even savage Ayasha had let out new beauty to the world with her bronze pelt that alighted like fire in the sunset. And her son had shed his baby fur to not a different colour but a richer, smoother dark bay than he had before. He stood by her side proudly, puffing his chest out and basking in the sun as his mother grazed on the sugar rich grass.

"He's not coming back, is he, Ayasha?" Gabbar said in his slightly deeper voice, though he still sounded like the young colt he was. Ayasha raised her head, her pinched expression destroying her divine look as she glared down at her son. "Your father's life does not revolve around us, and you have no right to question his actions. You should be out learning to survive on your own, and here you are drowning in your own pride like always. And what are you to be proud of? Nothing!" She spat at him, naring her teeth and nipping his shoulder.

The colt took the blow only lightly, springing away with his newly muscles hindquarters and kicking out his heels at Ayasha. She flung her head back and easily dodged the blow, but the fun was over as she resumed grazing. Gabbar stopped and watched her, a disappointed look in his amber eyes. She never played with him, or even pretended to fight. He had seen other mothers and fathers fight with other foals, it looked like alot of fun. But Ayasha always insisted that he grew up, that he trained trained trained to become a great warrior. He remembered confessing his troubles to Illinga, the young healer at the Sanmere, because he didn't have anyone else to confide to.

His brother, whom he barely knew, had left. Gabbar wished that they were together now, to fight eachother and decieve their mother together. But he wasn't. And if Ayasha ever found out that Gabbar visited a member of another faction frequently, a girl even, who knows what she would do, or what plan she might come up with. "What are you staring at, child?" Ayasha snorted at Gabbar, her fiery amber eyes alighting on his expression. "You and your lazyness, mother!" He replied with a neigh, bounding into her side to push her. She barely moved.

"You can't fight a moth!" Ayasha snarled with an amused She nudged his side harshly and dodged sideways a few steps. Gabbar grinned, Ayasha rarely fought with him, but when she did, it always ended up in a full going battle that could last till sundown. He leapt after her and reared. Let the games begin.

Cross me once and you see
it's like a match to gasoline
Gasoline

"Use your back legs for lashing out more, you have lost strength in your left forleg." Ayasha ordered as Gabbar reared and tried to beat her with his hooves. His right foreleg had the strength of any colt, but the other was weakened. "It's never been the same since it was broken." Gabbar lowered himself lightly to the ground and pawed at the earth repeatedly. He remembered the fight he had with the older colt, Zoromi, and they had both stopped exhausted with bad wounds, but Gabbar had suffered worst off with a break in his forleg. Sometimes it stil hurt, and he had a beautiful white scar zigzagging down the inside of his leg where it never quite healed, but he wore it with pride. It was a great battle scar, one that he will no doubt tell many boasting stories about.

"Work on your aim with bites, you got nowhere near my throat." Ayasha guided again, snaking her head out in the air and snapping her teeth with a loud clack. Gabbar watched with wide eyes as if she had really killed an opponent there and then. He reared and threw his head against her neck, his teeth skimming the skin as she stepped forward, swung her head around and grabbed his withers. She held on for a few seconds, shaking him slightly, then dropped him. Gabbar rolled to the ground and let the earth massage his sore back.

"That's a bad way to get hurt, never leave your belly exposed." Ayasha said, stretching her neck out to snatch some grass. She shook herself, letting any dust release and itched her nose on her knee, blowing softly through her nares. Gabbar rose and shook, looking around at the little herd. No one talked to each other her, they kept to themselves but everyone still stayed within sight of another. It was safer that way, without a herdland loner horses were easy prey. Then his eyes fell on a black beast on the hill. Gabbar froze.

Those eerie eyes seemed to pierce right through to Gabbar's fiery ones. The dark horse seemed to be watching them. His muscles were pronounced and you could see he was in his prime. Gabbar glared and thought hard, trying to remember where he knew this stallion. The wind was blowing away, he couldn't catch the scent and the horse was so far away he couldn't make out anything but the gaze. Then he realized where he had seen those eyes before. "What are you staring at?" Ayasha grunted, tearing more grass and nudging Gabbar's shoulder.

Gabbar looked at Ayasha, he tugged her beautiful bronze mane and looked back up to the stallion. "Father's here." He murmured.

[algoods! and if your ashamed to call that writing it's madatory for me to go emo with my daily posts xDDD]

Cause I'm
highly flammable
a caged up animal
I will go off on you
you
better take it back
I'm about to snap
I will go off on you/

Ayasha's fiery gaze burned upon his blue black coat. His snort came to her finely curved audits and she watched him as he began to move. Oh how she had mermorised that rhythm. That beat that she was so attuned to she could pick his pattern out of a thousand galloping stallions. His icy look came down to her, and for a few seconds she was drowning in it. She longed for it to roam over her well muscled figure and pick out the new scars from the old. The smaller ones her son had left from the the bigger ones where she had so bravely fought of other stallions from taking advantage of her. Ayasha was skilled, and she'd never let a male near her again. She had loved Bikr, even if love wasn't possible in her charcoal heart, and she had never forgave herself for being a weak yearling and letting him go.

After that longing though, a new feeling came over her. Ayasha's anglo-arab face closed in and became expressionless, save for the angry torture in her eyes. They were mixed, so many emotions driving through them that it was so very hard to sort them out. Gabbar stole his eyes from his approaching father and turned back to his mother. His eyes grew surprised, as she backed away with her lips in a straight line. "Ayasha?" Gabbar asked, but he, too, stayed by her side and took a few steps back. He would always stay with his dam, the one who protected him the most.

Anger and betrayal at Eblis' absence, hurt and confusion a why he left, pride and defiance fought to show she didn't care ran through her lava pools. Her lips pulled back over her teeth slightly, flashing grass stained incisors. Her ears stayed pricked, though, her eyes watching her mate's every move. She waited for his reaction. Would he be angered by her resistance to him? Would he be regretful for leaving for so long? He had often gone off on his own mythical ways, but never for this long. Never to make Ayasha think him dead.

Now he may be back. But his puppy dog control over her wouldn't be so easily gained again.

Ayasha stopped her backing away as Eblis stopped too. Gabbar stood by her right stood, puffing out his chest with a keen gleam in his amber eyes. Though he was weary, usually Ayasha would welcome his father. Today, she glared at him with her jaw jutting out arogantly. She seemed to ignore his snorts, but her twitching ears betrayed her, showing as they swiveled how much of his sounds she really did pick up. She couldn't quite read his expression, he had become quite a stranger to her even though beforehand she had been able to easily read him. His mothers death didn't help with the matter nor the fatc that even now she refused to let herself sink into his gaze and try to read his thoughts. She would cut herself off from him any way possible.

Miss me, dove? His voice made Ayasha's expression falter. She usually melted at this tone, her eyes flickered more longing once again. How could he do this to her? She was opposite to him, really. Her bronze coat and amber eyes fought his onyx and icy blues. His emotions were so rarely shown, while hers constantly bubble beneath the surface, waiting to erupt. Gabbar admired them now, himself a lucky combination of the two, watching as his mother faltered and struggled to regain herself under Eblis' hypnotic spell. Instead he took matters within his own stride.

The colt stepped infront ofhis mother, and she glared down at him suddenly as he casually strode forward a couple of steps. Then he stopped. "Havne't seen you in awhile, Eblis. Lost our way home, did we?" Gabbar's cocky voice rang out, his eyes slitted with amusement. He loved taunting horses, but most of all he loved this opportunity. It was golden, and would last about as long as the time Ayasha would take to pace a few steps and give him one savage bite on the rump. "What kind of stallion are you if- ow!" The prediction was correct and Gabbar felt blood being drawn in a ripping motion on his rump. He skittered sideways and fell back to his glowering mother.

No words were said, but her disgusted look at the boy was wanring enough. But Gabbar was pleased, let his father's imagination come up with the rest of that sentance. "What do you want?" Ayasha barked out at Eblis, her voice feminine but authoritve, a slight husk to the sound making it sound almost smoother as it rasped through her mouth.

Hold your tougne Gabbar, spitfire won't get you far if all you have is taunting with no skill. Gabbar smirked, his eyes blazing before he backed one more step by his mother. "You only act like my father when your around so I'd give up on telling me what to do, cause' I won't give." He hissed, quieter than before but still loud enough to be heard. Ayasha glanced at the defiant colt, but didn't hush him. She wouldn't contradict him on that, he had a point.

Eblis' chuckle made Ayasha wince, she focused his eyes hard on the ground and felt her expression fade. When she finally looked up again, a calm, odd sense had passed over her features, her eyes unreadable. Though they were supressed, waiting to jump out yet hard to analyze. She hated the way he sutdied her right now, taking her movements in, her reactions. Was he trying to make up for what he missed? Or trying to remember? Right now she seemed cold to him, she tried to act as if he didn't affect her. But she took him in too.

She wished she was there to find new scars and old, to see how he might have changed in the time he wasn't there. She so longingly wanted to ask him why he left, where he went, what he did. She wished to know if he was still cold towards the reminder of his mother, whether he had seen her spirit any time. But she couldn't. She wouldn't. He was nothing to her. Just the father of her son. Nothing more. Nothing less.

I found something you lost. The word were blank. The bronze beauty narrowed her cat-like eyes. Her lip curled and she forced out a laugh, it was harsh and bitter. "Oh really? I'm not quite sure about that. I have everything I need already, I need nothing from you." Save your attention, your cold love, your passionate protection...

Gabbar watched curiously, side stepping away from his mother and backing up as if to observe from afar. Ayasha didn't even notice his movement, she was so focused upon Eblis. The colt swiveled an ear, blinking a few times at his sire. Eblis was hiding something. He knew it. But what?

Gabbar stood with his audits twitching, watching his unconcerned father and messed up mother in their little confrontation. A movement drew his eyes towards the trees and he waited patiently, for now he was sure Eblis was hiding something. His tail lashed as he caught the slight scent of another male. Yet it was so familiar but he couldn't put a whisker on it. He looked to Eblis, who had turned around and nickered. Now for sure Gabbar new something was coming, and then he saw who it was. The memory came rushing back so quickly.

The other colt watched this calmly, he betrayed no emotion. He wasn't fearsome like his mother, but a smug look was placed on his features. He knew his brother's mind was made up, that his mother had lost. He didn't feel sorrow, nor did he want his brother to leave. He smiled at his brother.

"I'll meet you one day on the battle field bro!" He smiled, his voice friendly. He winked, "Catch you later."

He had been easy to accept his brothers absence then, but now he was more relieved than anything. More surprised that Bikr was back, but also more pleased. He would have someone to talk to, something to fight. And he knew that Bikr wouldn't need to try and feel comfortable here. He would slip into place quickly. Gabbar would make sure of it.

Ayasha froze as the colt came into view. Her amber eyes stared as he made his way to his father, and hid from her behind Eblis' rump. What would this colt think of his mother, as he stood there? Right now she didn't know what to think. But the last time she had seen him he had been disgusted with her, and had walked away from her whlie she screemed at his disappearing figure. Did it haunt him? Did his memory of her make him shudder? Her tired anger back then had made her all the more fearsome, her heart had been dying. And now she was used to it. Bikr had died for her all that time ago.

Perhaps this. Eblis' voice barely came through as Aya snapped out of her memory. The bornze beauty whimpered quietly, then slowly trudged froward to where Bikr was hidng behind his father. She reached her head out, her eyes burning, and nickered softly to the colt. She was so unsure, would he want her to be his mother again? Or would he be too afraid? For even now with the desperate longing in her eyes she still had the hard expression on her face, the downward curve of her maw.

The anglo-arab's nostrils quievered as she took in the scent of her son. She had only been with him for a few moments after he was born, but in those moments she had taken the time to get to know his scent. Even now, as they both seemed unsure of eachother - wondering how the other would react - she could pick out his scent easily. She knew him, not of him but knew him. She would never forget his beautiful eyes, odd and flawless. She didn't feel likeshe was looking at a cocky, prideful mirror of herself like she did when she watched Gabbar. No, this was a whole new colt. Like foaling all over again.

Ayasha was cruel and bitter, born and bred to be a dark, but she was different, too. Many would always say horses like her were emotionless, and that was the only way to go. But Ayasha showed love also, only in her twisted form, only for those very close to her. She was still a mother, she still had basic instincs. She had a fiery personality and her emotions run hot and exposed most of the time. But she was Ayasha. And she felt her motherly instincs kick in now, much as she hated them.

Bikr reached his nose out to her slowly, hesitant as if he didn't know what she would do. She felt his little nose brush her whiskers, and she stepped forward to tuck his body against her chest. "My Bikr.. my first born." She murmured, her long chestnut mane falling over the dark bay.

Gabbar saw his mother take his brother in, and he suddenly bounded forward. He glanced up at Eblis, stopping to give the stallion a long, even look before ducking between Ayasha's back legs and standing under her belly. He poked his head between her front legs and nudged his brother. "So...what, your staying for good now?" His cocky voice chuckled out, but behind the lazy drawl there was a tone of hopefulness.

If.. I can.. Gabbar grinned at brother, an encouraging smile then looked up at his mother. They all knew that in the end it would be up to her. If she rejected him, then Eblis would be left to care for him. Though Eblis was a stallion and stallions did their own thing not have colts trailing around after them, Bikr couldn't survive on his own. Not yet. Even Gabbar - who though he could handle anything - wouldn't try to take on the big, wide world without Ayasha. He had so much to learn, so much to try.

Ayasha lifted her head from Bikr, her glowing amber eyes more alive than they had been for awhile. She loved Gabbar with all her strength, but her foals were equal and without Bikr she never felt complete. Like her guidance could not be shared. Like she will have failed the first children she ever bore. Now he was back and his hesitant tone brought her gaze to study him. He still wasn't sure if he was accepted back.

She looked to Eblis, who seemed to be watching for her reaction. Fire meet ice as she gazed evenly back at him, a smirk playing around her face. She knew he would already know the answer by now. "Your back where you belong, of course you can stay." Her husky voice slid out through her teeth as she looked back down upon Bikr. She heard Gabbar give a satisfied whinny as he tugged at his brothers mane.

"Come on! I want to see what that scabby mare taught you in fighting." The colt sneered, bounding sideways away for a few steps. He cocked an ear back to his brother and waited for Bikr to join him.

Ayasha watched as the two colts, the two brothers, left to fight. Though she knew of it more as a catch up, they would getting to know each other like they never got to all that time ago. Gabbar reared and struck the air with his lengthy legs lightly, twisting to the side and dancing away with a lethal spring in the making. He lost his footing as his left foreleg connected with the ground but regained it when his stronger leg landed too. His face cringed at the sudden pain, and he grinned sheepishly at Bikr. "Stupid injuries like to slow me down." He said cockily, as if he was alot older and had been through many battles like his mother.

Ayasha watched this, watched Gabbar's falter in step. She shook her head and lowered her maw to pull at some grass. Her ears flicked toward Eblis as he stood silently. Her neck drew back, as she crunched on the last bits of grass. "So are you going to leave again olike you usually do? Now that you've made yourself known I'm sure you want to bugger off again."

Her voice was harsh, but their was aburning desire in her tone. She was a horse width away from him, but her neck leaned toward him. Why did he have to be so evaisive? He never used to be like this. Back when the stress of the world only consisted of pleasing Fajera, young Eblis would show his emotions to Ayasha. Even back then he wasn't like Ayasha with his expressions, but she always knew the differences. He allowed her to see. He loved her. Now, they were partners. Though Ayasha still portrayed her feelings, and now she wouldn't. Now she'd let him choose.

"Your getting more and more like El Loco everytime I see you." She murmured suddennly, a quiet mumbled that Eblis would have had to strain to hear.

[[im assuming those italics at the edn are him talking as well...? oh and that song ish mean. and happy bday!!]]

Ayasha waited, and waited. Her question remained unaswered between them and she realized that maybe this was what he had been actually intending to do. He didn't want to stay. He had found Bikr and had the heart - or head - to return colt. Then he would leave again. Probably to go about and do whatever a dark lord like himself did best. Ayasha's amber eyes focused on his icy ones, willing him to reply.

The length of time he took attacked her heart like fighting wolves. They ran towards it and slashed through, jumping back so she couldn't fend them off. Then they'd return to their dance of suspense and rip at her once again. She felt like screaming at Eblis to reply, to tell her what she knew he would say. She was just about to, her lips curling in disgust, then he spoke. Theres no need for me to go off once again, I will need to protect my lands now and.. my beloveds.

Relief washed through her. Taking the wolves of suspense away in it's current and drowning them, their yelps too quiet for even her to hear. She watched his reaction to her biting words about his father. He was emotionless as he looked at the ground, but she didn't need to see his expression to know this would cut him like his silence cut her. And she almost regretted saying it, almost.

We built it up to watch it fall, like we never been at all... But no matter how I try, I can't hate you anymore. The distance between them suddenly seemed very far to Ayasha. Her nose stretched forward to touch his shoulder lightly, but it stoppped midair as if frozen. Before she realised that was the furtherest she could stretch. She would have to step forward, but doing that would make him realise she still needed him. After all this time of living alone, independant of a stallions guidance.

Then some of his words pulled her short, and she drew her anglo-arab head back in a feline way. "You don't have any lands to protect, Eblis. Your delusional." She laughed sharply, her muscles rippling as she walked forward and circled him. She came up on his other side, and stood with her shoulder brushing his. The mare looked as if she was watching the yearlings, but all her attention was on Eblis right now.

[the italics were part of another song hah, thought it fit good (; ]

The agonizing gaze held them together as he could tell the wait of his answer
was far too long and impatience for his answer sunk deep into her cranium.
His answer was what she was waiting for, and as he spoke relief enveloped
her angelic features. Her curved face reaching towards his muscled charchol
neck before she'd have to take a step forward to touch his toned bodice.

Then she must of realized what he had said before as she pulled back and
circled around him a smirk upon her devious features. You don't have any
lands to protect, Eblis. Your delusional. She chuckled and a smirk appeared
upon his features as he turned to face her, crystalized pools stared into hers.
"I suppose I should tell you about the Valley of Sorrow." He remarked
softly as she stood up along side him her shoulders brushing his like shenused
to.

His chance had come and when the time had come he took it, the land was his
now and belong to him only.

[that was pitiful i'm sorry never again will i post at my friends x3]

I suppose I should tell you about the Valley of Sorrow. This wiped the smirk off Ayasha's maw, her amber eyes widened. The last time Eblis had attempted to take land included the battle against Poltergeist. It didn't matter wether someone announced the news or not, the forest dwellers would always find a way to gossip it around like Chinese Whispers.

So why hadn't this been known? Unless it was very very recent. Ayasha let a lazy smile spread oer her features, pride glinted in her eyes. They had a home. They had shelter. They no longer needed to live as longers in a herd where no one wanted to know each other and pitiful horses mingled with the pure equines for safety. No more manky foals trying to find a mother, or a friend. Gabbar would have a better environment to grow up in. And Bikr, of course.

"You disappear for Amon knows how long, making me believe your death is either apparant, of you are simply not bothered with me anymore. Then you return expecting welcome." Her eyes turned to dangerous slits, but her ears were forward and she stepped closer so she rubbed up against his side. "I should chase you away and never let you return to me..." Her husky voice murmured to him. Then she pulled away. "But you brought my son back to me, and found us a home. So I guess I can let you off this time."

She chuckled lightly, nudging his side roughly with her nose.