starter post:
The clouds are dark and looming overhead. The moon is brightly lit behind them. This night was the most chilling of nights, as the shadow king had committed a great crime against some of his own citizens, the families of those who he feared due to the great desire for power that he carried. The wind howled. There was a chill in the air.

Those who survived the attack from his assassins made their escape from the capital. They made their way to the woods outside the capital, in the deepest part where the soldiers and such dared not enter. They would be safe there. They would get together and plot against the shadow king. They would make sure that the princess, and rightful successor, assumed the throne.

Her brother had killed their parents just so that he could be king, and he tried to kill her to. Her main desire is to remove him from power and see that justice was served.

The story is about to begin.....

Mammon cautiously walked through the forest. He'd used his powers to disguise himself. He had taken the form of a tall young man, with dark skin, red eyes, and longish black hair. He looked up at the sky.

"It's going to get dark soon. Do you think we should set up camp?" He asked the others.

Vampora: is jumping from tree to tree hunting as she looks around below her she sees Mammon and his crew setting up camp, she just watches trying to identify who they are. as she tryes to get a better look at Mammon she slips and falls right in front of him. "owwww why do it do this to my self.

Margaret Rose was growing ever tired. She was also quite cold and hungry. The group had been traveling for quite some time now. There was rumor of a mansion deep within the deepest part of the woods in which they currently resided. They could make their home there until they could come up with a plan. Their princess was the rightful heir. Her brother had tried to kill her! 'They would make him pay, and make sure their kingdom had its' true ruler to lead them', Margaret thought. Margaret sighed and looked at Mammon. She shrugged a bit.
"We probably should. It may be another day or two before we reach the old mansion."She told him. She took a breath. Her stomach growled. She looked up at the sky, at the setting sun and she knew that she would see the moon soon. She missed her family, her friends, and her home. The so called king had taken them all away. Her anger made her blood boil at that thought.

Mammon quickened his pace just a little, drawing close to Margartet. "Don't look, but someone is following us." Then Vampora fell, and quick as a whip he raised his hand, forming it into a massive blade. Then, he gazed down at her.

"Oh, it's you." He said, the blade forming back into a hand. He had met Vampora before, but didn't know her very well. "I thought it was another assassin. Are you just a stalker?" He asked, shaping himself into his default form. He was still tall, but with paler skin, his black hair messy in a cute way. His body was lean, but covered in lean, sleek muscle. He kneeled down beside her, offering to help her up as he gazed down at her with his ruby-red eyes.

"no i was hunting" she looked at at everyone and sighed "come one ill let some of you stay in my home" she lives in the old mansion "she looked at Margret and pulled out a horse blanket and some food for her. "here sweet pea" she smiles at her.

Margaret let out a gasp when she saw what happened. She had long since stopped in her tracks. She was ready to charge. However, she saw that mammon soon had it under control. She stood there and watched. But, she was on her guard. She didn't quite trust the stranger at all. She narrowed her eyes a bit. She frowned as well.
"Who are you?"
Her voice was showing how she felt. She was not very happy at the moment, not at all. She was hesitant. She took a couple steps back, aware from the woman. She gave her knee jerk, go to, reaction.
"I am not some mule!"

"Relax. She's another noble." Mammon said, resting a hand on Margaret's horse back. "Look, she has some oats. You like oats, right? And I'll finally be able to take a bath." Mammon said. He paused for a moment. "Were you just carrying those around while hunting?" He asked.

Margaret gasped. She smacked his hand away. She was angry now. She backed away from him.
"Who do you think you are?!"
She reared back and stomped once.
" 'would I like some oats?' How dare you?! I am a centaur! I am not some horse!"
She turned her back on them both. Margaret had taken offense to that. She was glaring before she turned around. She had her arms crossed as well.

she looks at him and smiles "that is difficult to explain" she turns around and walks away "Follow me plz!" she continues to walk and soon comes to her home, it has a little garden with carrots and other fruits and veggies and herbs and spices. "help yourself they grow really fast."

"I'm going." Mamon shrugged, following Vampora. He didn't care much if the others went with him or not. He wanted his mother to take her rightful place on the throne, and more importantly, get revenge on the man who had tried to kill him.

"That's quite the garden, but I'm afraid I'm mostly a carnivore." Mammon said, kneeling slightly to look at the plants.

vampora looks at him "i have a fully stoked fridge, dont ask." she leads him into her house and grabs some meat out of the fridge, and grabs some deer meat giving to him. "here eat up." she grabs some glasses and give him some water.

"Um, thanks, but I'm not particularly hungry right now." He said, having killed and eaten a bear a few hours ago. He was a little bewildered with the vampire woman's hospitality. He took a seat on the couch, sipping the water. "Did you have assassins after you as well?" He asked Vampora.

Margaret huffed. She followed along, quietly. She did not say a word the entire time. She mainly stayed outside the mansion for a while upon there arrival. She nearly fell asleep while standing up. However, her stomach growled again. The female centaur let out a sigh. She hated feeling tired and hungry like that. But, her pride would not let her partake in anything that was offered to her. She was being quite stubborn in this.

Mammon looked out the window and spotted the horse girl lingering outside. "Gimme a sec." He said, putting the glass of water down on a coaster and pulling himself up. The front door opened.

"Margaret, get inside. You'll attract the people trying to murder us." He said, though secretly he didn't want her to get eaten by a wolf or something.

Margaret huffed. She went inside. But, she stayed near the door. She kept her back to them. 'they never apologized'she thought with an angry frown. Margaret still would not partake in anything. She kept her arms crossed. She still remained standing. Her stubbornness remained the entire time.

Vampora: looks over at Margret not understanding why she was being so stubborn "to answer your question about the assassins yes and no. i used to live somewhere far away but it was taken over by evil cruel people. they killed my sister and my parents i am the only one of my family left." she looks at the locket she is holding.

Margaret sighed. She began to pace a bit. However, she did not really look at the other two. She continued to frown. She barely nodded at times. She was stubborn for her own personal reasons. Pride was one of those reasons. Anyway, Margaret was rather quiet. She did not say a word. She did not want to anyway. She continued to pace for a little while.