i can feel it in my B O N E S // rev

[♕BEFERA]

N I R V A N A & S T Y X

^{all work and no play never made me lose it
all business all day keeps me up a level
all work and no play
keeps me on the new shit, yeah}

^{i'm little, but i'm coming for the crown
i'm little, but i’m coming for you
i'm little but i’m coming for the title
held by everyone who’s up}

only bad people live to see their likeness set in stone
what does that make me?

Styx was hesitant to step over the threshold into Lostmoor, marked by the twined archway of branches that separated the land of life from the land of death. The expanse before him was wide and tall grasses rippled like water, making him uneasy. The brindled witch that stood tall beside her son eyed him with violet eyes, disappointed in his demeanor. She squinted, a look of annoyance upon her mug. He was fearful of the dead. How foolish. She had taught him better, or so she thought. The two halted just before entering the hallowed realm of lost souls, and Nirvana thrashed her inky whipcord against her flanks, thinking of how she could set her now two-year-old stallion son at ease. "Do not fear the dead," she started, "Those that have died here, or at least those that matter, have lived extraordinary lives and seen extraordinary things. They will speak to us, to you, and their wisdom will carry through you into the new regime." The orange-pelted hellion looked away from her son then and out toward the expanse of field, expecting some sort of ghostly figure to be standing there, welcoming them, though there was none.

The skies above were overcast and grey, as if rain could pour down any minute. Styx took a few heavy breaths, and without responding to his mother, stepped under the archway and into Lostmoor. Nirvana drew a smirk up upon her maw and she followed her dappled prince into the realm of the dead. The fire-tressed future Emperor still looked a bit shaken up, so the villainess decided to give a few more reassuring words before they met one of these dead equine. "Listen to me, son, they aren't going to be able to hurt you. They can't touch you. Nothing's gonna happen. Relax. I'm bringing you here for your own good, now stop acting like a child." The Empress scolded her son, her voice heavy with annoyance. As soon as she stopped speaking, Styx straightened out his bodice and stood taller, giving a snort. He knew his mother was doing this for a reason, though sometimes he did hate her methods of teaching him. Everything seemed to have to do with the past and the dead, but what the hell did they have to offer? They're dead. Styx looked to his mother, a calm but clearly frustrated look upon his facade. "Sorry," he hissed. "I didn't think it was so wrong of me to be afraid of fucking ghosts."

Nirvana, who had been relatively bored up to this point, glared her son down for his language, though in truth it was her that taught him such words. "Watch your mouth. Remember who you speak to." Styx's auds flattened against his poll, and after a moment of silent glaring, the two continued onward, further into the bowels of the land. The pair halted after a few minutes' walk, and Nirvana took her time looking around the field, as if she were looking for enemies that could emerge from the trees at any moment. Styx looked to his mother and rolled his indigo visionaries but said nothing, keeping his thoughts to himself. The brindled Empress steadied herself as she prepared what she would say to call out to a creature from this realm's distant past. She didn't know who would emerge, or if she would know them, but she needed them, whoever they were, and Styx needed them too. "Ancient blood of Darkness, Kings and Queens of old, hear me! Come forth and show us your wisdom. Come forth from the afterlife and share with us your lives, so that we may carry on into the future with Dark hearts and Dark minds. We ask this humbly of you, Rulers of Ages Old. Grace us with your presence!"

The air around them quieted as the Empress's harsh tone faded and melded with the grass and the wind. Nirvana wasn't sure if what she said would call forth the right equine, but she figured it was good enough. It was gravely important that they were visited by some former Dark who had power and a level of influence on the lands when they were live. Ideally, Nirvana wanted Styx to speak with a former King or Queen, either that or someone who had been close to a King or Queen, like a consort or second-in-command. At least someone who could give the future Emperor some good lessons in how to rule a kingdom, as Nirvana wouldn't be there to babysit him forever. Styx had to come into his own soon, or he might never be able to succeed her. Nirvana worried about this often, wondering when Styx would truly wake up and realize his potential as King. She closed her violet eyes for a moment, trying to visualize him leading the Imperium empire. She tried, but couldn't. It seemed strange to her. The dappled stallion beside her looked around nervously, his orange tresses dangling over his indigo voids, wondering just what sort of apparition would appear before them.

"Nirv speech."
"Styx speech."
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