Desreal: I'll always be there looking over your shoulders

alone I walk the winding way
it's over, no longer, I feel it growing stronger
I'll live to die another day, until I fade away
why give up, why give in...it's not enough, it never is
so I will go on until the end

- Breaking Benjamin, "until the end"

The darkness thickens as the ghostly blue eyes remain fixed upon me and their look of irritation does not go unnoticed. It seems that this one could have done without meeting me tonight. Well, maybe I could have done without meeting him too after all it is as much his fault as mine that we happen to be in the same place at the same time. There is something more than irritation, a narrowing suggestive of suspicion hovers there though what he could possibly suspect a stranger such as I of is a mystery. If I did know I would laugh in his face. There is much I can be accused of, crimes I have committed and things I have done that I am less than proud of but killing for power is not and never will be one of them. I have seen too much of such killing in my life, lost too much because of it and known too much pain in its wake to allow myself to be guilty of such an act.

The irritation and suspicion along with the wrongness of his gaze is not all that I see, there is something else something familiar and yet not…then it hits me. Those eyes are as similar as they can be to those of Audris without being his. It is enough to make me suspicious, suspicious of ghosts and hauntings even though the logical part of my mind insists that this stallion is very much alive.

“Damn you Audris.”

It was meant to be nothing more than a mutter under my breath but came out at a volume that could not slip passed the other. Oh well, he can make of it what he will. He had spoken just before me his voice a rough hiss and just as discourteous as my own had been. The glare that has settled on my features deepens at his words. All I wanted was to know where the hell I am and of course he would be the type to take my words literally. Two cantankerous males both in anti-social moods and face to face in the middle of a forest…this is shaping up to be a bad night all around.

“No shit Sherlock, has it a name or do you even know?”

Sometimes the best way to get information out of someone is to make them think you believe them ignorant. For some reason I doubt it will work in this case but it was my first reaction.

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Call me JANTZ for that is my name. Watch out for my 16.2hh, dark LIVER CHESTNUT coated person for I have the potential to be deadly. Trust what I know for I have spent SEVEN long years learning it. The blood of DON, GRONINGEN, TRAKEHNER, MUSTANG, ARABIAN & FRIESIAN runs in my veins. Do not ask the names of my parents for I remember them not. Look for me in SOLIRA under the heading of TRAVELER, know my class as ESPIONAGE within which I hold the rank of NONE and mark my element as UNLEARNED. Tie my heart strings to LOCHSME until the day I die and trace my blood down to BILLIS & RONDI. My strings are pulled by the beautiful TZARRA who should be credited with both my creation and my words.