arise us! [ALL LIGHTS QUICK!]

[nochoice]

Calmly, the drake stepped foreword, composed, and ready to talk. Crania bobbed slightly, though the drake hated the whole idea of royalty. Most Kings that he'd known had been idiots, aside from his father, yet he wasn't about to judge this one so quickly. Sir, we do not know for certain if they shall attack, and when, if they do so. Though I myself do not have a large harem as of yet, but some do, and we cannot all be absent, on our toes whilst we wait for something that may not happen. And surely, if they attack first, before attacking them, we must defend? T'is not a clear strategy, my king. The bronc's opts had been raised, leveled easily with the king's own. Royalty meant nothing but power, if it wasn't used to effect. This king had alot to live up to.

[/b] Lymns pressed forth, quiet, and reflecting his calm attitude in comparison the the king's own, thundering lyri.[/size][/center]

[theft]

When the word "not" had slipped from Spirit's mouth Guila's tiara had tensed and laced on to her skull. The moment she did this she lashed out into thin air and bared her teeth at him, gesturing at his whither. She didn't dare touch the "royalty" for that would just cuase havvock, but man was this lass fuming. The instant she made such a classy menuver of equestrian "move it or lose it" it ended in a flash. Her humble air and flawless poise returned but her eyes kept locked onto the King and her mouth began to run. "You deciever!" she whispered to herself, not sure of who could hear, but she was wise enugh to keep it quiet.

Don't you have the balls to make a decent battle plan? You idiot, none of us know what in the world the Darks are doing! They could be waiting for the precise moment to come and attack us on the spot! What then with foals 'mongth us? Your Fair Lady has just agreed with me and two stallions had just offered their lives to go into the Dark lands with you! And then you say, 'we're backing down?' How dare You! Guila then proceeded to swere in a furry of French, which included not onlySpirit's stupid statement, but the whole rest of the stallions she's known to back down just because of one thing, which could be anything.

Anyway, Guila concluded what to say to the last few things said, before she made such irrachonal movements toward Her king. "After much consideration I believe I hold the answere to these supurb questionair. Monsier" (now her voice was contained and calm-sounding.)

"It is my belief that if we rally our capable mares, they will protect our lands and offspring- while the rest of us proceed in raids and... that sort. But before we are 'unclear' on a stratagy, I also believe I have one..

By this time Guila also concluded to completely ignore what Spirit had to say because it was he who was unclear on Guila's intentions in the first place.

"We have two choices, chevaux: We can either conquere smaller Dark terrains until we have least but the Lord to defeat. (Which I might add would include many more battles and perhaps time for the Lord to consume his own army.) Or we can head straight for the High Palace, or wherever the King might be, and defeat him then and there. Then we can put two justly horses to the throne until thngs fall back into harmony?

...If anyone desires a better 'stratagy,' Speak up!"

hm... though mostly dialect its an improvement! ;D lol

[mystic]

Mystic looked at him.
They be good idea's.
But what about here at home.
If we have gone,
and it is only the mares and foals here,
what if we miss them on our way over.
The mares and foals will be all over the terra's,
and ever if there not they will take over the lands.
Mytsic looked at his king.
Sir, what do you think we should do?

[theft]

Guila stared patiently at the grey bloke, trying to catch his gaze until he realized that she was talking. It was such a simple and cunning expression, that it was effortless to maintain it. Infact, this included a series of slow cordial nods at Mystic Pride until he reckoned to adress her. But Guila wouldn't waste her breathe on this question, for she wanted to wait until everyone else asked the very same thing and only then would they all be on the same page. Which perplexed her in one manner, (for once being a myth,) for simple horses- though she dearly loved them- caught onto things a tad slowly. Or perhaps it was just her.

[U.nsung H.ero™]

Spirit walked into the middle of all of the light horses.I have said before,we will not attack until we know for sure what they are doing.vocals rumbled with almost a hint of rage mixed in.

[[Masque];;]

ooc[ OMG this is soo exciting. I /have/ to be a light horse now. Guys I am sooo becomming a light horse.. but I hope I can maintain him]

The sight of the small group of equine in the middle of the clearing intreauged the wandering one. They all seemed to be argueing, and they looked to a larger stallion for advice. But then there was another mare objecting to the one who seemed in command. His large, mysterious gray frame moved towards the group of equine. Auds sat comfortably to the side as his eyes had a slight spark. Large, muscular hind quarters planted in the ground as he stopped, abruptlym to intrupt on their conversation.


What seems to be the problem here, Gents? Long tennor tones flowed from his mouth. They where sencear and polite, enough. He knew what it was about for the most part. The darks. His long gray neck held the stallions cranium up high as his eyes shot sort of a warning to the other equine.

[U.nsung H.ero™]

Spirit turned to face his cranium at the mysterious gray stag.We are arguing how me should go about attacking the darks.I do not wish to put my army at risk before I have to.However,Guila thinks we should go ASAP.What should I do?I know I am King, but I need suggestions, since mine are clearly not working.vocals rushed out of the King's maw.Visionaries remained on the mysterious stag.

[[Masque];;]

Sides heaved as a sigh escaped his maw. Meirly blinking he looked to the femmora who wanted to go into battle. Both ideas clashed together like lightning. Silence befell upon the small herd of horses. The winter air hit the gray's coat, but he stood, still. We should attack, while they don't expect it. he said as if he had done this all his life.

His eyes moved toward Guila. That dosn't mean attacking ASAP. Nor dose it mean attacking later. His large bod shifted. First, what do you plan on doing for your attack anyways?

[theft]

Here, Guila spoke ever before the King did. "Our plans, Monsier, are simply to overthrow the Darks. We cannot govern if we should go about taking over smaller Terrains or head straight for the King while there is time to have the advantage of surprise." She couldn't believe what Spirit was saying: His army? Yeah right! This was Guila's idea, and after this Spirit dude agreed to it he's woosin' out? He should be punished for high treason!

[mystic]

Mystic could not believe that the lords where saying their army.
What did they think we was?
We had lives as much as them.
If Mystic didnt come back from fighting no-one would look after his land,
Unless his only foal come back - Mystic Rain.
But he could not leave it up to her.
He put it got of his mind.
He would come back and that was that.
We have to work out away to get into the their lands,
Will we go for the lords of the darks or work our way in and
give the lords time to make a plan

[theft]

Guila, for once, looked at Mystic with such a grand smile it was almost eerie. Finally he seemed to be catching on, soon enugh he would understand that everyone would return. "My exact question," She mouthed at him, looking the stallion right in the eyes. Then she turned back to the new commer, and Spirit. Who were begining a very grand debate. When no one spoke after her last statement, she cocked her head in a foalish manner, directing that she wished to know Mystic Pride's take on it all. If he had an opinion at all.

[mystic]

Mystic looked at the Lady.
Let someone go in and find away.
Than come back and tell us.
I will go.
WOuld anyone come with me?
Mystic looked around at everone.

[theft]

She averted her eyes away from everything, muting it all out for a moment so that she had time to think. "No...." She began slowly looking off into the distance, still pondering this crucial decision. "There is no need to find a path to the Dark Palace. Our target is the Emperor." Now she looked Mystic in the eyes, his swarming, deep, optics full of courage and willingness. "Go and find out where the King is. Come back and tell us whom he is with and return remembering the way to him." She paused once again before sending the brave soul off, "Be stealthy thee of youth, and may the stars watch over you!"

After he had left she turned to the rest of the Counsel, stern and hopefull. "Is our plan decided?"

[Delilah]

wait a moment, for someone to go to the place where the king of darks resides is quite a risk. he could, and probably will capture any who dare enter his lands who are not of the dark alliance. Its not just go and find out where he is, no that wont do, we could get whoever goes to find him killed. We need an actual way to go about this. If we all agree to send someone to find out where he resides, it should be a fae, not a brute. He wont take kindly to a brute waltzing into his terra, would you? she questioned. It was a general statement, she thought back to when brutes had entered her fathers herd years ago and how he took it. i'll go and find where the king is she said, her tone strong and determined. Many of the other equines here were already well known, she hadn't been around these parts that long, so there was a good chance the dark lord would never know who she was if she got caught.

[[Masque];;]

Voices of the others filled his head. Clouding his train of thought for a breif moment. His head nodded. It seemed like a good plan. But if she did get caught, and they found out which was probably bound to happen sometime the element of surprise will be lost. Forever. Quickly he looked to Gulia. If Delilah decides she wants to do this alone then so be it. But if she dose not return in one sun, we go. Head for the castle. I myself haven't a clue how to get there, but we are smart horses. If the king is no there. We wait. An Ambush almost. Either way, we have the element of surprise. Looking at tall the equine, he waited for the complyance.

ooc[ Guys once things get going I will get my muse on. Getcha getcha getcha get your muse on ]