let your darker side give in ! {Darq}

[Eris]

A brilliantly radiant elliptical beams down upon the polished stage, mother love, lady Luna in all her glory has blazed a beautiful oval scar into the earth as our talented actress appears; illustrious onstage. It's obvious that she is comfortable beneath the piping spotlight, standing almost lazily as she reflects an air of unparalleled splendor and easy sex appeal. It's at the moment that she looks so delicious to the audience that the darkened figure arrives; resembling the very essence of death in it's corpse-like state. Now that the setting has been rigged with this false sense of intensity, the spectators expect a marvelous scene of certain ruin, or at the very least they hope that the girl before them will lose her pure, slow and sweet smile, but the naive grin is never replaced as the darkness draws nearer.

The sun rose and the darkness became more and more apparent. The piping spotlight positioned itself over the darker one, who was slowly covering and overwhelming the seductress before them. The spotlight revealed a mistress of more extreme, intense beauty than the one she was covering, her looks the same as the actress that first came on stage, although they gave off different airs. The damsel that was vanishing underneat the cloak of darkness was sexual, while the one who controlled that cloak was dark. Of course, the dark vixen was still sexual, but there was not the innocence that the damsel she had completely taken over had. This minx that now stood there did not wear bikini shorts and cups, but a flowing black and ever-so-elegant gown. She stood on the stage now, the whore that once stood there no longer waited for one to pull her into his arms, the rest of te story told by the ruffled bed sheets at some cheap hotel. Now, it was the demoness who allured and repelled at the same time.

The vixen stepped off the stage and into the crowd, the black satin curtain of night falling behind her as she draws the act to a close. Everyone turns to watch her as she makes her way through, out of the crowd to find solitude on its mere boundaries. No knight approaches her as the dancing begins, for they are all busy with their own wenches. Instead the beautiful mistress stands on the sidelines, watching like the Phantom of the Opera, ready to step in during the times where she is displeased with something, threatening with death. It was her stage, after all. She was the star that danced under the radiant beam, lights all around her, whether a whore or a mistress. She stood and waited for her dancing time to come, when a fellow actor comes to continue on the neverending play of romance and madness, of life and death, after the intermission.

[Lithium]

Let The Play Begin

Alas, the stunning vixen waited for a hero to arrive. But who should arrive none other than the clever, vile, creature that was given the name Lithium. His bright blue markings reflecting in the light as he danced through the crowd. Orbs set on the fair maid at the far end, he made his journey to her, bowing low before her with that wicked smile on his ugly maw. The slender dish shaped head of an Arabian and that of a Mustang mixed together to form one nearly touched the ground, the banner cascading down around his features.

"M'lady." He said, raising himself back up into position. The arch of his neck was defined, his maw nearly touching his chest. Aud's pricked perfectly forward, even the breeze aided him by rustling his banner just right. Oh what a site to behold the wicked creature was. One could never mistake such a handsome figure for that of a beast. Such a thing seemed to be condemned and down right offensive to say such a gorgeous persona could be a beast. The stud hide behind his own closed curtain, one that hide his true self from the world, the real, vile being that was Lithium.

Orb's locked on the femme's, dark chocolate pools that seemed to lead into eternal darkness. He appraised her, made his approval of her and decided to court her. The act took merely a few minutes for him to decide that she had to be his. It was a simple thing for Lithium to want a prize as highly valued as that femme. Now that she should before him, a beautiful dark beacon in the moonlight, he couldn't help but lust for that dainty bodice to lay beside him every night.

(Sorry it's not near as long as yours, I'm just not familiar with your type of writing xD)

[Eris]

In flowing ebon gossamer, the Arabic wench looked ravishing. Her locks was simple though it was silken and in rich in color, edged with amaranth that matched her gazers. Yet the spotlight, the piping brilliant beam that blinded most, allured by the stardom, did not Eris. She saw through the light. But the spotlight no longer fell on her. She was no longer the center of attention as she once was. The beam now settled on no one, illuminating the dancers that swirled under it, wherever it moved to. The beam was restless, but never did it fall on Eris, it merely passed her. Now that she was not in stage, or that she was not part of the celebration that now took place, Eris was no one to the spotlight. Once she had a beau beside her and she joined the crowd, parting to give the dancing actress and her chosen room, the spotlight would rest on her again. But Eris would not wish for the spotlight, nor would she join the commoners in their parties. Eris was better than that. No, a respectable vixen would never join in an intermission, her life was for the stage. Whether a whore or mistress, Eris would not be among them. As a mistress she would be in the moonlit world outside, for the Darqs cherished the beauty of night, sitting alone, speaking softly to the one she would share the night with; a whore, she'd be in the dark with her slavemaster, in one of the back rooms. Of course, Eris was turned off right now; the thought of sex was unappealing and quite disgusting. She'd must wait until night, should she want to be seduced then. An infertile whore? A dream to them both.

The sun was rising all too quickly for Madame Eris's taste, for although she did whore herself at night - the thought of that now made her shudder - the daytime was too bright, cheery, loud. Eris enjoyed the quiet and dark nighttime. It was beautiful then. The moon, ivory and glowing, lady Luna that always was in the sky; the stars, tiny points of glittering light, against the black sky. Those who didn't like the night were lunatics, no pun intended. Even the Lights, Eris knew, were enjoyers of the night, though the roamed in the day. Darkness ruled all. The Arabic minx stared out at the pink and cream sky, which was becoming more and more blue. Eris let out a silent hiss. She did not prostitute herself every night, only when she was seeking the pleasure out of it; she did not become a demoness every time she did it, either. But, Eris did enjoy messing with the strangers that paid her handsomely for it. In truth, no brutes had ever violated her, though they had come close. Vixen Eris let them, of course, because it made it all the more surprising for them. Made the brutes scream at her, making her feel all the more wicked. Eris could just walk away grinning. How fun the nights could be! Eris's spine shuddered cold at the thoughts of her "naughty romps" at night, but she knew when that seductive little whore in her all-too-revealing clothes emerged from underneath the Mistress Eris's gown, things would change. Eris would look back at what she just thought and say "wow, who could live with so little pleasure in their life?"

Mistress Eris leaned against the doorframe of the open entrance to the penthouse as she awaited for the intermission to end. Her never ending play could not begin without someone to dance with, however. So Maiden Eris waited, an arch in her lower spine, as she waited for a young, devilishly handsome prince to come to her attention, and spare some attention her way. But yet, there was no demon of sorts in the crowds of swaying dancers. Eris looked out to the river of people to find a duke who would enjoy a femme that is a sex toy at night and a mistress in the day. Eris watched until such a Darq came. He was Arabic white, as she was black, with cerulean in his tresses, while Eris had amaranth. Whichever, he was handsome, a lusting sort, one who Eris believe could share the second circle of Hell with - and even there, continue wit what they were punished for. Eris smirked, a slight, slight smirk, the tiniest of smirks possible, while her amaranth gazers stayed straight. He bowed, a gentlemanly sort of gesture, though he was grinning as he did. "M'lady," he tuned sweetly, the elements aiding him perfectly in making the whore within Eris rustle. She couldn't escape for a long time, but she could still excite as if she was on the outside. Their eyes locked, chocolate against amaranth, and Eris stood straight from her leaning posture. "Dear lord, Eris at your service." Her voice was as smooth as oiled silk, dark and seductive as she was, and the spotlight fell on the two. The music stopped, and everyone stared. Eris would not dance in the fray, she would stay on the boundaries, where everyone had to turn to see her.

[Lithium]

Ah such a lovely voice the maiden had. One so slick that it could be oil, but sharp enough to cut butter. The words enveloped him, her voice wrapped around him, playing with his aud's and echoing around him. Never before had such a spell been weaved on the young brute. His orb's locked and the bodice before him and couldn't move away. Each movement the lass made his orbs were there to take it all in. Entrancing, that was what the female was. Something that was to be lusted over by all but gotten by a mere few. The world melted away with her utterance of the last words. Lithium no longer remembered where he was nor why he was there. In fact, it was a miracle the pale arab/mustang mix even knew his own name, the one his very father had given to him just 5 years before. Tis a shame to lose the only thing his sire had bestowed upon him, his only birthright he was entitled to anymore.

An evil smirk came over the monster as he took a step closer to the female. Eris was her name, she was such a cunning little wench, he could tell. The way that she spoke and held herself with such poise. This thing was in her blood, it was buried deep within her and she had performed a dance similar to this many a time. Often females like these, the dark creatures of the night, got exactly what they wanted, what did this female want though? Standing in a place where she was open to anyone, surely she would be a chooser, more than a beggar.

Another step and he was next to her aud. His kissers nearly touching them as he whispered in that dreamy, velvet voice, one that the angel's surely spoke with, "The pleasure is all mine, Eris." Velvet kissers ticked her aud as he hovered it over them, then down her neck, nearing her withers. With that, the dance began. It was an unofficial start, but it was all that Lithium needed to put his plan into action. A spell would be woven around the female, she would be his as much as he was hers. The dance would be over, and she would return with him. A simple plan that was much easier said than done. So the stud set out to make the female his, to entice her, to tease her, to trick her. His evil heart commended his tricks, drove him to do more and more, and more he did, until his heart was nothing but a black hole where one most certainly should have something filling the space. It was a pity, such a pretty face, and nothing to show for it, twas the life of Lithium.

[Eris]

What fun would it be if Mistress Eris had joined the fray to dance with such a handsome behemoth that our luminous fatale had been attracted to by fate? Fate indeed, kismet was the only thing that marked anything in the life spans of the being of Earth; Madame Eris called upon kismet for much indeed. Not all of her life is fate, of course, for she rarely thought of it when she had something to preoccupy her more than a deceivingly charming ladykiller. Types like these Eris kept a very pleasured eye upon. They were the entertaining, irresistible types, the ones most of the wenches in the word searched for. But it was only the minxes that could play their game; it was their game that they played as well. Eris's kissers curled up slightly more in a noticeable smirk, one that Eris often kept forced to her features when sometimes she simply wanted to both give in and resist when a sir like this gave her that look: a look she knew well, the look Eris received as both Mistress and Playtoy. It was the look of lust, was it not? It was a look that Eris had come to think of it as, anyway. Perhaps it had more meaning, but from passed experiences, Eris found it of lust. Perhaps Eris could learn some more - every day, you learn something new; in her Little Miss Seductress stage, if she hadn't learned something that day, was who was better at love or not. Only, of course, in the night when Eris actually felt like it. Now Eris simply wanted intermission to end and she should be on the stage again - with another beside her under the brilliant elliptical.

The momentary cease of the spotlight passed, and some stopped staring. If this angel-faced brute kept her waiting, a torment in two ways - lust and actual torment - they would be looking again. Everyone wanted to see Mistress Eris be seduced, to lose her virginity for the first time. Surely this caliph knew nothing about her lustfelt nights? 'Twas a pleasure to know if, of all life on this planet, he did. Should only he tell her his name. That question would come in time, perhaps before the sinful whore that was Eris-after-dark came out to play. Surely tonight. It all depended on what the little seductress thought that night. Perhaps she wouldn't want to romp around, leaving Madame Eris to Madame Eris that night. That was odd, yes, an exclusive time for Eris, when her preferred self didn't get into trouble because of what Miss Fishnet did last night. Eris's double personality could really screw things up sometimes. But other times it was fun to watch, extremely fun to watch, a line of eager young brutes hop on her spine, then land on the ground because Eris, the Goddess of Chaos, split on them. Yes, this real side of her was much more preferred. But, only knowing about it for a few months, her split persona, does not mean Eris has had enough time to learn to control it. One day, yes, she would learn to be a mixture of both, but for now, she was rigidly divided. A fine line between love and hate, a think line between sensibility and sin.

The brute smirked wickedly, though Eris's features stayed the same, plastered, though her optics twinkled as she looked him over with interest. Ah, a fine build he had, indeed - one certainly suitable for a mistress whose seductive side thought she was better than any other. Certainly, dear, you've thought wrong a million times. Learn to behave until it's time for you to awaken. What's wrong with a little sweat to add to the swagger of the Seductress? Of course, nothing at all. She'd better learn to stick to the script, though, or else she'd be ripped open in the demon's pleasure. What pleasure wouldn't a sir with such an evil aura as he take in killing a smart-ass whore? Let's just hope that the smart-ass part gets crossed out and the whore learns to be loyal. Nothing would happen then, to get on the handsome devil's nerves - only a refusal which Eris would never make. As the brute smirked, he took a step forward, standing confidently near Mistress Eris, who then realized that the sir was taller than her, three hands in fact, not too much did he tower of her, but it was still quite the height at the withers. Eris's poise held her up, though, so she did appear taller than she was by birth. Maiden Eris still looked up slightly, underneath her eyelashes, to see him clearly. Eris wouldn't find looking at his neck like a vampiress would do any good for her.

He stepped to her harks, and Eris craned her boa to a dramatic arch, her facade near to his mitbah. He whispered in a voice that could melt ice, in its rich, velvet tones, "The pleasure is all mine, Eris." Eris twisted her crown around to whisper in his own aud: "The pleasure would only come easier if I knew your name." Ivories flashed underneath his charcoal maw as the behemoth nipped lightly at her ear, his kissers running down her serpentine to her withers. Even on the boundaries of the fray that had once again turned to watch, in hopes their talented actress would be seduced by such a handsome brute, some wenches even stared in envy. Yes, the dance began, and the nightshaded fatale flicked her silken whipcords across the earth, letting her perfume billow out a little more. A temptress, a vixen, a minx of all sorts, there were some things that Eris was no matter the lighting of the outside world. Eris had wondered, though she did not care if it happened then, with an audience to watch, if she had gotten seduced during the day. Surely the playtoy Eris would be released. Eris lead the way to the stage, and the spotlight centered on the two of them. The audience went back to settle in their seats. Eris took the hand of her knight, and the music began with a sweet symphony. The symphony played a mixture of dark beauty, with a slighter tinge of rapid, pounding melody that indicated the second side of Eris that was awakening far too early within the mistress.

[Lithium]

Few pleasures came very often to the brute. Every time, just as he was about to have his fun, the female would run, realizing his true intentions. Tis a shame that Lithium had only spread his seed once. The poor wench was stuck carrying the spawn of the devil. Soon it would be time for the brute to go and find that foal, he would raise the child, teach it to hate the world just as he hated it. Soon he would have his very own heir, one he could be proud to call son. If the thing was a filly, well Lithium wouldn't stand for that. It would just have to die, die with all his other failures that he had to cover up. Something the stud was not happy with and had to get rid of were his failures. Hate was boiled so deep into his pelt that he couldn't help but hate anything that wasn't like him. Those foolish to believe that the world was a happy and pretty place, not to see the true evil that lurked behind closed doors. It was a shame, a pity, that most beautiful females did not realize what he had long ago, thanks to his dam.

But this femme, she appeared to be well a costumed to the ways of this world. The way she walked, talked, used that voice of ebony that made him envy her and want her with all his dead heart. A lust that could only be quenched by ownership, for him to have a steed out of him, what a proud moment that would be for the vile brute. They would make beautiful children, such wicked little devils they would be ruling the world with their minds and power. Tall, they would not be, but cunning made up for everything. All it took was one brain to control an entire army. Power could be gathered, it didn't have to be inherited.

The arching of her neck was beautiful and defined, not muscular and brooding like Lithium's had been. She was a picture of pure beauty. The essence of love, hate, and everything in between. He wanted her day and night, by his side through everything, a pretty little piece to his collection. Oh what he would give to have that bodice next to him at all times. He would never let her go, not in a million years.

"Would it dear? Whats my name matter to you?" He said with a grin, nipping lightly on her withers. With all his strength he held himself back from the inevitable. His crazed mind thinking of the pleasure that was hopefully to come. With his luck she would be a female of all talk and no action and that was a definite turnoff.

[Eris]

Once the doors to the penthouse closed, the only light radiating off the spotlight and the faux candles that surrounded the stage, the penthouse was a mirror image of that of the Paris Opera House, where the Phantom of the Opera himself hid his tortured and lonely soul. Of course, where Eris danced, it was shabby. Anything to magnified the beauty of her own, who was often so vain during the night. Ah, sickening. Eris never would learn from her mistakes, she refuses to learn. It makes her feel like she has regretted being the mistress of the deadly sins, which was far from the truth. Eris thought of the virtues what most thought of the sins - never commit, Hell was dawning. Eris would've shuddered, but the gazes locked on her and the sir behemoth that was quite content on keeping Eris chasing after him were too intense to make any move other than what her own written script called for. Never before had Eris been on stage with any caliph she had taken any interest in, and never before had Eris been on stage with anyone else but her second side when she adorned her garments of the daytime! Once the two blended together Eris would be in a much more comfortable position than what she was in now; but she still curled around the duke that she shared the stage with, her lips beside his harks, her boa pressed against his, a smirk on her features, a low chuckle often escaping from the bottom of her windpipe.

The symphony was as random and erratic at some points as it was constant and rhythmic as the moon waxed and waned. Either way, the orchestra could read the emotions of the two that stood, unmoving, at the stage; this is what made the plays so entertaining. See the Goddess! See her playtoys! See the one that she has chosen; hear the emotions onstage! Yes, the two orchestra that hid in the shadows on the edges of the stage played separate music for the emotions they both felt; it was often that the music blended together with the same emotions, blasting out with the exact same instruments until the emotions changed again. The orchestra was different in ways like that; no better for the queen and her king. Eris had learned not to be conspicuous of what the music played; it didn't matter anymore. The audience has heard it all. Eris had gotten used to it. Why be on stage if you didn't want your emotions heard? Of course, she had also dragged the Arabic white brute onto stage as well. Oh well, he seemed the type that wouldn't care, either; he seemed like the attention wouldn't bother him. And with Eris, the spotlight was all that really mattered; it was a small price to pay for owning her. Fame and fortune, yes, and a first-class whore all to yourself. Yeah, being on a stage under a spotlight was a real sacrifice for a vixen like Eris. A price no one wanted to pay; that's why everyone wanted to be on stage with her!

"Would it, dear? What's my name matter to you?" The resilient masculine purred, and Eris lifted her crown in defiance. "It matters for the reason that my reputation calls for only the brutes that come on stage to remain unnamed; only the ones that are making a one-night stand. Surely you'd be staying for longer?" Eris retorted in the same tones. She pulled back slightly, her optics softening as if she was pouting with them. That was the plan. Eris's satin skin crinkled with creases as the knight's ivories nipped at her withers. Eris flicked her tresses slightly, ridding herself of a fly that decided to bother her. One thing she hated of the day; or, another thing she hated of the day. She hated a lot of the things about the day, and enjoyed but one. Why she liked it? Because she was watching everything her sensible virgin side. She hated everything else: the light, the sun, the happiness, the activity, the noise. The quiet, dark, lonesome, beautiful night... even if she was all about the sex appeal. She liked the night, and it gave her a reason to struggle, to blend her two sides together. She'd known of it for a few months, her two sides, and during that time, this time, she'd been overwhelmed by it, and she refused to fight it during that time. She'd been having too much fun to care to stop. Now she was sick of it, but she had this handsome brute to keep her entertained, and it wouldn't be a one-night stand either.

[Lithium]

"In that case, I be Lithium." He whispered in her ear as if speaking words of love. The name was the only thing his sire had given him, it was the only thing he had complete and utter ownership over from his parents. Twas a shame that they offered him nothing more and gave him nothing less. Lithium was doomed to a life of solitude thanks to them. He would roam and claim, conquer and destroy. It was what the couple had trained him to do even from a young age. Back when the land was good and the grass still tasted like grass. Now was a different era though, one ruled by Lithium and not his parents.

This mademoiselle would be the trophy of his herd. Hell, he'd even make her lead mare if it would get her to come back with him. With all his might he wanted her to come back to his herd and carry his foal. She would be a perfect mother, teaching the child all about the terrible evils in the world. He would be a cold hearted steed, just like his parents, he would learn all there is to know about getting what he wants from Lithium. The babe would be the ultimate killing machine. He would know exactly how to get what he wanted and how to win. Soon the whole land would be his, and Lithium and this unnamed femme could look down and smile with joy at what they had created. Their evil smirks lighting the sky above as the world below fell into chaos. Oh how great a dream it was, but yet it was just that, a dream.

Lithium needed this femme. She had to come home with him. It was a live or die thing in his mind. He knew he didn't have forever to live, but only a limited time to spread his blood into the next generation. This scared the aging stud. Few things in life scared him as much as this possibility. That he wouldn't have a legacy, instead, he would lay down and die just as the rest of them did.

(Sorry it took forever! I have no muse and can't write very long lately :S )

[Eris]

Eris lived up to the reputation that went along with her life and the lives of the less famous actresses before her. As an actress, Eris was put up to the task, not truly a challenge, of being a sensual, opaque seductress, whichever side had staken the night to itself. Truly it depended if Eris was "in the mood" that night or not. Or if she cared about going on a tease. If she was in heat, the answer was probably yes. If only Eris thought about it, she's know how she could get her dual-personality problem sorted out. But could any ambette of her ways be so logical in thinking of a solution to a problem that involved seducing? You can't think of a cure when your mind is twisted with sickness. Not so easily could Eris calculate that if she was seduced in the day, when the sun was high, her seductress side and her mistress side would probably be mushed together. Sadly Eris really wouldn't think of her split sides when she had other things to think about; like the brute in front of her, the one that brought new attention to the stage. He was handsome indeed, in fitted Arabic white dressings and dodger-streaked curtains, in build he matched her, and surely their blood would mingle in a beautiful combination. The building blocks that created them were alike, for they both shared the blood of an Arabian and their whole build, inside and out, was identical, should hers not be of a powerful femme and his not be a masculine tyrant. Apart from that, if only that was stripped away. they'd be alike - although their different markings and colors would be a factor in telling them apart. But, everyone has to be different in some way. Though at the core that really isn't true...

If Eris could hope for one thing, it would be that this behemoth, that still refused to reveal himself, a Phantom of the Opera he seemed to try to make of him, wouldn't be a hypocrite to the point that he wouldn't consider her insane when he saw her second side. A totally different maiden then her usual self, from the sensible and sane one, whose life in hell would be drew not to lust but to pride, to the one that could only tease and be seduced. They danced different, they acted different, they enjoyed different things. The goddess of lust and the goddess of darkness put into one body, each given different sides. When would Eris learn to mold together? She probably wouldn't actually ever know how to until it happened. But after that, it would've already done its magic and Eris wouldn't need, or be able to, try it out. What a sad world it could be, losing out on unneeded opportunities. Not that it actually mattered, anyway. Moving on to the point of the reason that she worried for this, the last thing she wanted was for her to be sensually sane one moment and then the night falls, black velvet a spherical curtain making it way across the sky to fall slowly on another region of the world, and her be the minx that helped bring her to where she stood now, ever so firmly. Hopefully the forming of her second side would slide smoothly, and hopefully the duke wouldn't mind her ever-so-smooth seductress trance.

There was a loving whisper in her hark, and surely if she was Light or Neutral Eris would have fell for it. But a Darq's loving tones weren't real in most cases, no, they weren't so interested in love as they were sex. Just a Darq thing. There was a love, yes, in the world of Darqs, a true love only shared between King and his Queen, and it was a love unseen in only their alliance. It was deep, burning, passionate, love, the stuff of romance novels that could barely be described in words. To anyone else it might seem sappy, but if you've actually felt it then it's different. Eris had yet to feel it. Love wasn't felt for Darqs, only if they were mates. Obviously Eris hadn't had a mate, only one-night stands that weren't even one-night. Try three seconds. It was easy to take down anyone if they weren't on guard. And when were you on guard while trying to seduce a vixen that appeared all-too willing? It was odd, Eris didn't feel like she would actually buck off this knight if he ever got on her spine. Love? Certainly not! Perhaps it was more the fact that she respected him more than any of the other brutes that she had met, and if he was her claimer {which he certainly was, by now}, might as well let him have some fun, too. As a harem maid, you're decisions are his, and you are practically forced to be seduced by him. It'll be sad when she turns out dry, yes, but it'll prove her nighttime use as a pleasure toy. Surely if she was fertile, she'd have been impregnated by now?

"In that case, I be Lithium." Said the masculine, Lithium, in his tones. His identity was no longer a secret to the audience, nor Eris, and she smirked her pleasure to finally here his calling. One side of the symphony changed, Lithium's side, the almost ever-changing orchestras tuning to the emotions of the dancers onstage. With the sound of need and lust bordering on desperation and twinged with fear, Eris's own symphony softened. Almost in a sympathetic like manner, which Eris ignored. She had learned to do that, after her few months on stage, with her second persona. Eris leaned a bit closer to the brute's aud, her kissers almost touching it. "Shall we leave this place?" She said, slightly softer than her normal tones. Indeed, she was eager to return to his kingdom, leave this audience behind. This audience was of only lonely maidens and the knights that followed after them, wanting to bring them back with them, to their own mobs. It was an audience that Eris didn't like so much, since they cared more for themselves and socializing then watching her. Surely that made Eris sound like an attention hog? Well, if you were onstage, you'd want the attention on you, too. It was the first audience, yes, her first real audience to her split personas. Other audiences would come, surely, in battles and wars, and in Lithium's kingdom, but that would be different. She would not be on stage for much of the time. She'd be standing in the fray, not as an audience, but as a socializer, until she was the center of attention, the pivot point. Eventually, she'd be on the stage as both a mistress and whore, mainly a mistress, but she could be a whore if she wanted. Life would be so much easier once she blended her halves together! But would Eris do it alone? Probably not. You can't think of the cure when your mind is twisted with sickness...

[Lithium]

The female wanted to leave. This vile Romeo was ready to get out of this place. Soon this mare would be in his clutches, unable to escape and broken to the point of suicidal thoughts. Lithium enjoyed this type of pleasure very much. Every time he thought of such a thing, a grin of pure joy would don his maw. Such a look of pure joy one would not believe it to be the smile of Lithium. Now these thoughts ran through his head, what he would do with her, how she would cry and scream in pain. He would enjoy it for all that it was worth. Yes, this mare would be perfect to give him an heir. So perfect in fact that he wanted to make her his queen right now at this very moment. No other mare could be as perfect as this vixen. This one that stood before him with such an air of confidence that it radiated throughout her and transferred into him. Why had she not run though? Why was she still standing before him, acting as if she didn't sense the vile beast that lurked beneath his prince charming illusion. There was no doubt in his mind that she knew, she seemed to be a cunning beast, unlike the others he had found. All they wanted was a prince, the world was not full of princes though, it was full of others like Lithium. Crazed bastards that didn't truly have a life in this world. The living dead is what they were. Heartless equines that roamed around and caused chaos where ever they went. They were devils, cursed and hated by the world. It was the world that made them that way though. Lithium's mother was to blame for his vileness though. The dam had beaten and trained him to be what he was today. Long ago Lithium had died, now was just the animated corpse that walked and talked. No longer did he truly have a soul, it was a pity, a pretty face with nothing to it. Lithium, the walking dead.

"If you wish it, then we shall." He whispered in her aud, turning to leave for his land.