Alone.

Everyone starts of that way. And the best way to get better, feel better, is to make it different. That is what I plan to do. I want to make my life better, by NOT being so alone. It's not like I'm Scelectus. Or anything. I'm actually quiet friendly... Okay, so I lie. I'm a coniving, and dark equine. I like the life I lead though. Hades, I used to be something more! Something better then what ever it is now, that I am. SO I'm gonna try, try and make this better. But first thing first, I need some terra. You can't survive with out land. Even this Greek Equus knows that. So that is why I am traveling threw the proud's lands now. To find some land. And I attend to do just that.

But where to start, and how to go by here?

First of, try to locate the land. It shouldn't be to hard inverire. Not at all. So, as I travel threw the lands, my mind is set on how to win it. Not that I'm unworthy. Quite the opposite really. I'm dark, and cold ruler-so nothing would get in the way. I'm smart, and know how to react to others. So why shouldn't I be able to get some land. I'm sure I can.

So I travel, searching for what should be mine.

My light feathering around my hooves dance as my quick gate carries me. My lean muscles move beneath my beautiful black coat. My long mane wavers gracefully down my neck, and my single mark, the mark of a white skull upon my brow is all that can be seen upon my form. Bright green eyes appear, as my oddly colored green orbs search out what it is I am looking for.

Indeed I'm a handsome breed.

But beauty isn't the only thing that matters. In my 11 years, that is one of the most important things I have learned, that and a few other tricks I have up my sleeve. I move quickly and gracefully threw the lands, and Soon enter the Darkened Shroud. My smirk widened at the sight of the land, and I had to admit. It fit my preferences. I walked around, my forms swooping under the large arbores and avoiding fossam that I could fall into. I liked what I saw though. The darkness made if feel almost like nocte And I liked the night. So I saw nothing wrong with it is.

So now, just to get the Beautiful Queen Pele, or her king to grant me this land.

So I raised onto my hind legs, and my greek accented, deep voice rose into the air in a haunting but beautifully addictive symphony, "I call upon the Queen Pele of the Proud, I request her audience, for permission to govern land!" My voice died there, as I lowered myself to the ground, with a smirk. How sexy am I? I've got the looks to die for, I've got the voice of a good, I speak Latin, and I'm just plain old, amazing! No other way to describe me... Is there? I'm perfect, and will soon be ruler of this land.

Watch out, The God of Death--Thanatos--is back!

Charm.

That is what I held in my power. And it was what I intended to use. I could out charm anyone, thus, charming my way out of anything. And that mixed with my dangerously good looks, which of course held a very much ‘bad boy’ edge to them… I was any mare’s dream. So why shouldn’t I get these lovely lands? Right? It made sense to me. I was charming, handsome, knew how to handle myself. Baby, I was perfect for the job. You aren’t gonna find another like me anywhere. I promittio you that. Then I saw here, the lovely red vixen.

Ah, my Queen.

Her whinny alerted me that she was coming, and I turned towards her, dipping my head low as she arrive. Her words where a little on the laughing side, but it didn’t drop my confidence any. If she was laughing at me, it still meant she had NOTICED me. Think about… Be still black knight, you need not impress me. Who are you calling for? I am not a God, so I do not require seeing your skill. Child… I let a coy grin spread over my façade at that title. Child… That was a knew one. But hey… who can’t love to play around now and again. I suppose I still had some childlike qualities. Baby, you’re just trying to deny your attraction. She spoke again, You called brute? What is it you want? Land I believe is what you said? Name first, however, for you will get nothing from me if I know naught who I speak to. I am Queen Pele, as I am sure you know.

Time to act…

I bowed again, my skull-marked cranium dipping towards, her and as I rose up, my deep, Greek accented tones swept the grounds between us. ”Ah, My dear Queen Pele. Salve! What an honor it is to meet such a gracious, and lovely femora. Ego nomine Thanatos.” I snarled at myself, as my Latin slipped out. ”Pardon me, allow me to translate, ‘My name is Thanatos.’ Named after the God of Death, to do his bidding here on Earth. But, you, M’lady. May call me what ever you wish, whether it be Thanatos, Than, or something you conjure up yourself.” I say, a grin on my face.

On some stallions…

This might be overdoing it… but I was more then laeta to do such a thing. It was in my very personality to speak such things. To be overconfident. To spill forth beautiful words. Hell, I’m almost a god in myself. The one part of me that the bellus femella has yet to see is the darker side that comes out during battle, and such. But who cares all about me. My interests where upon the Queen, and whether or not she would grant me my terra. I hoped she would. Because then, it would only make me get so much closer to being a Proud Lead Stallion… and I’d rather not have to go steal another’s. This land fit my needs perfectly. ”As you stated before bellus monarcha, I am here in hopes of gaining some land of my own. And this Silvam seems perfect. Meeting my needs, magnificus.” I tell her with a final smile. My words coming out in half English, half Latin. But hey, it was just another aspect of the great Thanatos.

But my words had been said, it was her turn now…

Dictionary:
Promittio-Promise
Salve!- Greetings!
Ego nomine Thanatos-My name is Thanatos
Laeta-happy
Bellus femella-Beautiful lady
Bellus Monarcha-Beautiful ruler
Silvam-Forest
Magnificus-Magnificent