Take A Lifetime [R]

[Gravity]

"THUD, THUD, THUD,"

The sound of hoofbeats pounding on ground. Die, die, die," the words that played through Gravity's mind at he cantered over the rough terra. The sunlight glared on his black pelt, and his shadow stretched from his hooves, running beside. Grass and small, delicate flowers were crushed beneath his bulk as long pillars stretched in a canter. Gravity's striking features were carved into a frown, an angered glint in his optics. His expression had nothing to do with his mood, it was just the exterior he displayed to others. A tough shell, either angered or completly void of emotion, and at this particular moment his facade was anger. But the mask wasn't completly fake, it was fueled by a deep loathing for muddles. The wretches had spoilt the purity of his bloodline, of all the element's blood lines to be exact, and they would have to be purged.

EVEN IF IT TOOK

a lifetime, Gravity would have his way. The disgusting muddles would be destroyed and gone forever, but now was not the time for reminiscing his thoughts and dreams. Gravity stopped suddenly, bracing his legs and sending a cloud of dust into the clear air which then settled over his black coat. His colouring was reduced now, looking like a deep brown in the sunlight. Gravity held his head high, his features softening as he studied the area where he had stopped. Tall trees decorated the horizon, too far away to grant shade to the czar, the ground was covered with packed dirt from generations of equines travelling on it. Only a few hardy bushes and shrubs managed to sping up from the terra firma, but many had been trampled flat by hooves of recent travellers.

GRAVITY DIDN'T HAVE THE

faintest idea of what he was doing here, at the Secret Cave. Though, it was hardly a secret seeing as how nearly everyone knew about it. Perhaps it was because of the meetings that took place here, between different elements. Personally, Gravity only had hopes to come across one of his element, fire. Pillars stretched again, dragging Gravity's corpse slowly over the terra, taking care to crush each plant in his path.

[Tuck]

T U C K

The ground moved swiftly beneath the painted equine, the few blades of grass, trambled flowers, and recent hoofprints were all a blur to his eyes as he galloped across the land. Tears, caused by the wind, stung his eyes and he blinked, focusing on the horizon. He loved this, the feeling of flying. It was magical, and not something every creature got to experience. His legs worked effortlessly to carry him, tail streaming out behind him as he carried on.

Tuck slowed his pace to a trot, his head going down to examine a passing flower. It was beautiful, full of colour and life. Unlike most of this area. It was full of rocks, caves, and of course, the sea. The sea smelt lovely, salty and fresh. Tuck loved water, as it was his element. He enjoyed the rain, it was refreshing, cool, and cleansing.

Looking back up, Tuck was surprised to see another equine in the area. It was of charcoal colour, and facing away from him. Intrigued, Tuck continued, his hooves making slight sounds as he trotted toward the stallion. His face was full of curiosity and he was eager to learn the other's reason for being in this god forsaken land. Tuck himself, well, he was out adventuring, tired of being bored. He needed excitment in his life, as he hadn't really found anyone to talk to as of yet. Accidently, Tuck kicked a rock, sending it bouncing off a larger boulder, making a sound. He froze, suddenly warry that the other stallion might notice him. Why he did so was beyond him, but he did, it was almost as if this stallion had something about him that made Tuck a little bit cautious of going near.

[Gravity]

SLOWLY GRAVITY CONTINUED

to walk forward, his pace remaining a slow walk. The smell of sea-salt filled his nostrils, and the disant sound of lapping waves and crying gulls filled his auds. Gravity lifted his head higher and tossed it, the angry gleam in his eyes growing harder. He detested the sound of sea, instead preffering the wicked sun glaring down on his hide. Gravity sidestepped, away from where he estimated the stretching sea to be. The czar wanted nothing to do with the element of water, or any of the other elements for that matter.

A SHARP CRACK FILLED

the demon's auds, sounding louder in the quiet terra than it normally would have. Gravity turned, the tresses that normally lay flat against his neck flying through the air due to the speed that he turned. Dark orbs scanned the horizon, seeing nothing at first, then spying the other stallion. His coat provided camoflague, making him easy to miss with a casual glance, but once Gravity set his gaze on the new arrival it never wavvered. Gravity didn't say anything, choosing instead to study this stag. Immediatly, he knew they were not of the same element, it was the vibe that he gave off. The second thing he noticed was that the other seemed to have frozen, or simply just paused, as he struck the rock with his hoof. Gravity's gaze narrowed into a cold glare, the other stallion had no reason to sneak up on him, so why did he?

BUT IT WASN'T

guild that was etched on the intruder's mug. It was caution, or flat out fear. This thought almost made Gravity smile, but he refrained, a muscle in his jaw twitching instead. The frown remained on his features, making them look harsher, more prominent than usual. All common sense told the King of Fire to turn his back to the other stallion, to turn his back and leave this forsaken land. But Gravity didn't turn away, instead he took a step forward. Only one.

[Tuck]

T U C K

Audits were pricked forward, his nostrils flared, and unflared, breathing heavenly. No, Tuck was not afraid. He was curious as ever of the black brute, his earthen coloured orbs watching every muscle in the other's body. Bad vibes bounced off every rock and solid object in the area. He was no good. The paint's tail flicked, sending an annoying fly to the ground. Obviously either curious or as in warning, the other brute took a step forward.

Slightly confused upon why, Tuck twitched his ears, and tried to catch a scent of the stallion on the slight breeze that blew in his face. It smelt of fire, of course. The brute probably hadn't felt the cool touch of rain or water on his pelt in ages. Disgusted, but intrigued on finding more about this stallion, Tuck took a step forward, frowning. No, these steps would slowly bring them closer, but they wouldn't do. Rolling his eyes, the painted stag picked up his feet and trotted heavily toward the stallion on the horizon.

Stopping a few feet away, Tuck examined the other in closer detail, taking in the distinguishing marks, smell, and everything about the stallion from the outside. Obviously of fire element, Tuck's least favourite. His coat was covered with dust, while Tuck's own was clean from the fresh rain of his home lands. He said nothing, just watched. The expression on his own face was unreadable, and he would await the other brute's response to Tuck's sudden decision to end the silly game of approachment.

[Gravity]

THEY FACED EACH OTHER like opponents going into battle, but Gravity didn't know if they were going to fight or not. He would rather not battle, or even make enemies for that matter. But sometimes it couldn't be helped, and so far, it didn't seem that Gravity would become allies with this brute any time soon. His thoughts were interruped as the other stallion suddenly trotted closer, curiosity etched over his white and brown visage. He reminded Gravity of a muddle, and if that was the case he would have to be taken care of. But a muddle wouldn't have dared to come near any pure element, especially not fire, because it was pretty obvious that they all wanted the muddles dead.

THE STALLION DIDN'T say anything, and Gravity wondered for a moment if he was a mute. That would be a laugh, but it was more likely that the brute was just stupid, and choosing not to say anything. Well, if Gravity would be forced to speak first then he would. There wasn't a point to standing around here staring at each other. "Are you a mute? Or do you simply choose not to talk to those of higher rank?" Gravity sneered, a note of triumph in his lyrics.