Nobody calls for him. No one misses his existence. He was and is the forgotten. 

Kirin probably was completely unaware of Maugrim’s presence in Beqanna, let alone their shared blood, while his mother (albeit sweet and gentle) has undoubtedly forgotten to keep looking for him. He hadn’t wanted to be found, of course. The many intricate parts of Maugrim were left to only fathom, as he would not yield to many when it came to speaking and conversing. This odd silence that he had taken up has lead the yearling to many fights when he was just a foal (no one could understand why he didn’t want to play tag with them) and only brought him discord with others now. Maugrim is short for patience and once it runs out, his silence ebbs and is replaced with rage. Many did not enjoy his somber and eerie silence, it meant that he was hiding something, or planning something gruesome (which could undeniably be true; imagining the deaths of others kept him busy) – only if they could understand that his brooding silence was a much better option for them than if his thoughts were said out loud. He had at least learned that much in his short time here on earth. 

The night shrouds him in blackness, blanketing him gently with its delicate and cold fingers. Though he was not near a body of water, the boy felt strangely calm. The moon calls to him softly and gently, recognizing that it’s control over the push and pull of the tides also resides within Maugrim’s chest. The moon hangs high and bold in the sky, its silver light illuminating the dark angles of his pearlescent but otherwise hidden face. The boy’s shoulder glimmers with a fresh covering of healing skin, still slightly bloody from where it has not yet clotted. Most likely the wound would not mend completely, leaving him with a silvery and ugly scar that would remind him constantly of the smell and sizzle of burning and melting flesh. 

Maugrim’s dark eyes are nearly pupil less as they stare up at the large and unwavering moon. 

He is here with the large, robust stallion. He is not lingering in the shadows in childish, boyhood wonder. He is drawn to power and Levi reeked of it – of relentlessness and darkness, only illuminated by the fire in his belly. There seems to be a silent understanding between the two, controlled completely by their elements that, though opposite in their make up, collide beautifully in a dark and chilling dance of yin and yang. 

Maugrim’s silent eyes watch him emotionlessly, the reflection of the spiraling comet igniting the darkness of his gaze momentarily. He is calling others, he knows. His ears flick backwards into the short of his lavender mane, his eyes smoldering with the remnants of the comet as well with the displeasure of meeting others. He trusts the older stallion and not in a typical, brotherhood sort of way; but in a way that meant they wouldn’t try kill each other – the respect for each other only goes so far at the moment. He does not fully trust Levi’s particular taste in company and waits impatiently to see whom he brings to their gathering. 

m a u g r i m.

In her wandering she often had crossed borders.  Sylva was her birthplace but she rarely found sanctuary there.  The trees too bright, too beautiful.  The variety within the Forest intrigued her.  Helping to strengthen her powers as she gained control over the poison that flowed through her veins.  Amongst her trees she felt at home.  The cool, gentle breeze that passed between their tight confines tossed about her ebony tassels.   Rarely did she travel far from her self-made clearing, or their clearing...most days.  She had all she needed there...

  It had been a while since meeting the fire eyed stallion.  When their powers preformed a deadly combination of life and death.  As her powers stripped away the souls of the woodland, his flames fed upon their lifeless remains.  In that meeting she also exhibited control of her powers she had not yet mastered previously.  Slowly she grasped the necessary components of control.  Should she lose that, there was no telling the destruction she could cause...

Today she grew restless, pacing slowly across the Forest clearing, where ash once lie, new life was emerging from the forest floor.  Each hoof placement did not kill it upon contact as it had when she was younger- when she lacked control.  She stopped and admired it with a tilt of her crown.  Smallish nares flared as a snort was fluttered from her chest.  She grew bored and she knew it.  Quick flicker of her muzzle upwards sent her forelock from mid-profile to covering one of her deep chocolate eyes.  Tucking her muzzle back to her chest, her slender porcelain legs lifted- quickly finding a three beat pace.  Weaving effortlessly through the tangle of brush and bark.  An occasional fallen log provided an obstacle to gather herself over.  Dusk was upon her and even in the dim light her travels went unscathed...

Feeling a sudden presence she slowed to a halt.  Not abrupt in fright but casual in caution.  Dark eyes filtered what light she could from the moon lit in the skies above but little found it's way this far to the forest floor.  Ebony dipped ears flicked back and forth as her tail swooshed casually behind her.  A pied form was visible just outside the treeline.  Parts were near black as the night while others almost shimmered the same hue as the moon above.  Watching contently for a moment more and when it did not move she stepped forwards.  Dipping her head under the last cover of forest before meeting the Meadow.  Just as she did a burst of orange and yellow engulfed the sky.  Chocolate eyes shifted from the pied figure to another at the source of the commotion... Levi.  

A one-sided grin tugged at her lip upon seeing the bay stallion.  Her gaze did not return to the figure practically beside her right away.  Standing behind the bay she was sure he was unaware she had joined their group.  She could have fun with this... A quick glance was given to the dark and light colt beside her as she summoned her demons forward.  Deep chocolate eyes transforming to a yellow as the poison surfaced.  They shifted forwards- with their gaze- the grasses of the meadow dulled in color.  Creating a trail from them to where the bay stallion stood, then circling around to the right.  The contrast of green and yellow seeming to glow in the moonlight as the circle completed around him.  Would he figure it out...?  Or would he need a larger display... 

Kolera

Earth to Earth, Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust

The moonlight wraps him in a comforting glow while the darkness seems to wrap onto this legs, attempting to shroud him in their shadowy kisses. He continues to watch Levi, his eyes still lingering on the embers and ash from the bay stallion’s fiery (albeit rather showy) display. Maugrim snorts sharply. He would not have chosen to make himself this noticeable, but that is where he and Levi have their differences. Therefore, he continues to linger in the darker parts of what would become the gathering, feeling at ease within the wispy shadows of night.
 
They gather quickly. Maugrim is rather impressed with how swiftly they respond. However, he is not thoroughly impressed with how close they have gotten.

Wanting to stay within the shadows and slip by nearly unnoticed, the pearlescent and evergreen yearling was unable to keep his presence completely hidden. She sidles up beside him, which causes a ripple across his dark lips as they peel back into a snarl. A low, guttural, and nearly animalistic growl rumbles somewhere in his chest in warning, side-stepping away from her just as the soft and moonlit grass beneath his hooves decay and crumble. He sets his hooves down into a hard crunch, quizzically looking down at the now dead grass beneath him. His cracked lips fold back over his teeth, his nose wrinkling as he tries to understand what had just happened. He quickly shifts his pupil less gaze to the bay girl next to him, eyes narrowing with speculation. What else could she kill? The thought warms him. 

Ears still hidden in his mane, he watches as two more seem to join the escapade. 

“Maugrim,” he says, his voice icy and shattering in the dark silence. It would be all they get from him. 

Maugrim had barely found the ability to stomach Levi’s presence, and with the newcomers joining them, he could feel the familiar roll of his stomach (much like acid boiling) as they grow closer. 

Now Levi is speaking and this was the part that Maugrim wants to hear. He lifts his chin and watches the bay stallion from beneath the shadow of a hooded brow. What he suggested was to cause trouble, essentially. Nevertheless, Maugrim recognized the familiar glint in the stallion’s eyes and his heart races as he realizes its meaning. He nearly trembles with the thought of unleashing his power on real, living test subjects. He could only drown birds and other small creatures for so long before the thirst for bigger game overwhelmed him. Maugrim’s tongue traces the cracks of his scabbed lips, his eyes hungrily taking in the others around him.

The lost and the forgotten circle Levi, their spindly fingers reaching out for purpose and fulfillment, all too eager to strike fear into the world around them.

m a u g r i m.

As he turned in recognition her name slipped from his lips.   I a deviant smirk planted  upon her own.   She barely took notice of the rumble emitted from the snarling colt side stepping away from her.  She was too engrossed in satisfaction to bother asking his issue. A smug "Yep... I did that" expression clearly visible upon her face...  

Like moths to the alien beam of light they gather.  Crawling out from the cracks and crevices of Beqanna like roaches as the darkness cast over them.  Her gold tinted eyes sweep from one to the next as they step out into the open.  Most quiet... First a metallic joined them.  Silently watching with intent.  Levi seemed to recognize her as well so she made objection. Then a lavender joined the posse already present.  Quick to speak and flaunt her own talents... A slight disappointment as more grass faded by not her doing.  Brow cocked as chin uplifted, shying her eyes the other direction unimpressed - Killing grass... How original-  she huffed to herself...

Without missing a beat he was speaking and her eyes shifted in his direction.  She knew of a few lands but not much about them.  Their names barely rang a bell. But testing skills... She was all for that.  Looking to some of the others she wondered what powers they possessed...

Kolera

Earth to Earth, Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust