Temple of Rencor

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The Temple of Rencor is the Temple of the Darkwalkers, those who possess the stone of Amethyst. God of the Mesa, Rencor enjoys acts of theivery and delights in the cries of the suffering.

you cant break whats alrewady shattered *done*
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Posted on March 7, 2011 at 06:18:04 PM by Broken Dreams

Something tugged inside the charcoal stallions body, something dark and poisonous that tainted the blissfulness he had been surfing upon. Suddenly, a fear clutched his heart as he took nose to the wind, eyes frantically searching the grounds before him. Where was his son, his Grandeur? Where was his mother, his best friend? A panic gripped him as only a parent can know, when your beloved and child have been stolen from your sight. An invisible fist clamped around his fiery and shadowy heart as he broke away from Solaris' side, something he had been naught to do since the second his eyes had found her.

Dark hollows searched the grounds of the Silver Lakes where he had last seen the duo, and it revealed nothing to him. At once he wished that Brighton had lain a claim to him, or Elyria, so that he could sense where his beautiful son had vanished to.

Suddenly, a gut wrenching thought came to his frantic mind, normally so careful, controlled: Anaxandra had changed. Why didn't he see it before! Yes, it was more than obvious that she had been wounded spiritually and emotonally.... But never did he think that the core of her had turned from the light she held inside her to the dark callings of something sinister. the trail of his thoughts, the past experiences he held and the things he had run from surged him forward now towards Rencor's dwelling place.

He himself had once been shadow, but he had never been stained with evil or sin. The powerful sinews in his body rushed him onwards to the black god's temple, where his intuition and fears claimed Anaxandra would be. If the silvery white mare with black spots up her legs was there, Grandeur would certainly be by her side as well.

Minutes felt like hours, yards stretched into miles. Time slowed down and sped up all at once as he raced against the horrors that were splashing across his minds eye, to the dreadful assumption he was running towards.

Finally, Broken Dreams raced passed the Oracles house, past the Vistas, and forward on past even his own god Paduans temple.. The blackened forest gave way to an eerie temple. In the darkness his obsidian horn lit the way, and he saw his best friend striking their wunderkind son's deaf head, a murderous look across her delicate features. The beating she gave him caused an enraged bellow to tear from the depths of his good soul, and his body ignited in a fiery maelstrom. The light was gone from his tassles, the mist of water gone from his legs; all that was left was the insurmountable rage that had been boiling in his belly sine paduan touched him.

He was a scary sight, flames coating his body, licking and blazing around his horn, fire raging in his eyes. How dare she!he thought to himself, and bellowed again as he charged towards her. He got close enough to spear her with his horn, then withheld himself and pulled back in a rear, a scream tearing from his lips. How dare you, Anaxandra! I have done everything for you- I've been your friend, your companion, a confidant, I gave you a son in hopes of cheering you- and this is how you repay us all? By casting off the goodness of your own soul to allow Rencor to swallow you whole?! There are some deals you just don't make; he is a devil. Broken Dreams snaked around in front of Grandeur, whose eyes were wide with fright, a sticky, bloody mess covering his face from where the deranged mare had struck him.

I banish you from my land, I forbid you to come near the Distant Peaks. I forbid you to come near my son again, he is mine solely. You are not Anaxandra- you are a she-devil, a demonic twisted thing, and one that shall never come near me or mine again! Oh, how he longed to lash out at her with his body, a body that he had loved and adored, but he was better than that. If she struck him first, then the bets were off, but for now he stood in front of Grandeur, shielding him from the deranged mare that had unfortunately given birth to him.

you can't break what's already shattered,
only look into a different mirror
{5yrs} .Swedish Warmblood. {16.3 HANDS} . Alpha Stallion of Distant Peaks.
|Lover to Solaris|
{Grandeur ~Anaxandra}
{Theo Barcelona ~Solaris}
{.I'm Judith.}
|Fire IV|Light IV|Water II|
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Replies:

Lets Not Be Too Hasty. - By Akasha March 8, 2011 at 06:09:10 PM

to caught up in a fantasy to see i was shattering myself - By Anaxandra March 9, 2011 at 00:22:54 AM

you can't break what's already shattered - By Broken Dreams March 9, 2011 at 01:00:39 AM

Bury us with bones - By RENCOR March 10, 2011 at 11:19:54 PM

to caught up in a fantasy to see i was shattering myself - By Anaxandra March 14, 2011 at 00:54:00 AM

you can't break what's already shattered - By Broken Dreams March 15, 2011 at 00:30:42 AM

your pain is what we desire - By Rencor March 16, 2011 at 00:58:38 AM

Cant Stop. Wont Stop. - By Akasha March 16, 2011 at 02:37:08 PM

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