01-08-2018, 12:29 AM
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The fires of hell were no longer licking and nipping deliciously at his fetlocks. They no longer reached up and licked at and singed the coarse hair of his tail. He could no longer hear the pained screams of the tortured, nor could he hear the pleas of mercy from those who bowed at his clawed feet. It was quiet. It was cool. And it was wrong. But why? Just where in the fuck was he? Instead of his claws clicking on stone they dug into soft dirt. The utterly foreign sensation had the stallion looking down in bewilderment, but that soon turned to annoyance. Just where the hell was he? And why couldn't he remember getting there? And why did he feel like he was being watched? The stallion spun around, ears pinned and eyes narrowed as he searched the area behind him. The only thing he saw was a wolf. One pathetic wolf that he could smash in an instant. He could pin it down, rip its flesh form its bones, spatter blood across the ground. He took one menacing step toward the wold and that was enough to make it retreat into the shadows of the forest. With the wolf gone the demon turned his attention to the forest. His nostrils quivered as he sucked in deep gulps of fresh air -- so differend from the sulfurous scent of hell. There were many different scents that he was able to differentiate -- equine, mare, stallion, unicorn, pegasus, wolf, demon -- and some that were unknown to him. He still had no idea where it was he had landed, or how he had gotten there, but just standing wouldn't bring him any closer to any answers. So he began his trek through the forest. Lo and behold, he didn't have to walk far before he was able to spot someone else. The stark white of the creature's coat stood out against the darkness of the forest. An angel? Oh, Alastor did think it was so. The stallion moved with a silent, fluid grace as he slipped between the trees to emerge directly in front of the waiting angel. Oh, how he wished to strip the feathers from those wings as he had countless times before. Alastor, the demonic executioner, the slayer of angels. Surely this man would know exactly who he was. He came to a stop and his lips parted and a wicked grin, revealing shockingly sharp teeth. All the better to eat you with, my dear. sdf "talk" ALASTOR
THE RIVER GOES WHERE THE CURRENT FLOWS
THE LIGHT WE MUST D E S T R O Y |
golden child, lion girl — tell me what it’s like to conquer.
It was a trek back to the portal, and for what Kiada had no real idea. Perhaps it was to try and gain information, to see if the portal would open at will if people chose to leave, or if it was just an eerie version of the Helovian threshold, swallowing and spitting creatures out here and there. But unlike Helovia, the young Harpy had no home to recruit these creatures to. Instead, all she had to offer was information. That this was the Rift, and they were here to heal it. Yet, the more she thought about it, the more she remembered the ball of hope that floated along her hip, bouncing to and fro, illuminating the world around her ever so slightly as she wandered.
At least it was something she could share, unlike a herd to call home. She snorted quietly to herself at the thought, wondering just what kind of beasts roamed this land if it weren’t equines. Would it be like the Metus? Unseeing with it’s menacing churning teeth, set on a rotation of destruction? Would it be like those spirits that called out to Erebos as if he were an old friend to try and lure him into the dark? She didn’t know, yet she wore her armor as if to be prepared in case something went wrong. Her luscious thick body was covered over the top of her with rose gold armor, stretched to cover her spotted rump, her shoulders, and most of her charcoal mane. Her faceplate was adorned with sharp bladed feathers, illuminated with teal-black fire dancing between their points as she wandered. She looked like a Goddess of War, the way she carried herself with her head held high and Khairi circling her overhead, despite her wandering thoughts. Her dark inky legs moved her easily across the ground, her icy eyes surveying the world around her until she came across the scent of two creatures – both extremely unfamiliar to her. They smelled equine, though, and that was enough for Kiada to investigate. As she emerged, her eyes were immediately drawn to a creature of pure ivory. She’d have thought him to be an angel, if such things existed. They lingered for a moment, before her gaze caught movement of the complete opposite of the alabaster man before her. This creature was black as death, with white markings adorning his face like a skull. Curiously, she tilted her head slightly from her vantage point, watching as the man directed his attention toward the beast appearing to entrap the ivory man. Before the unknown creatures can speak, she steps through the glowing eyes in the foliage and smiles an honest wide grin toward them. “Welcome to the Rift.” She announces, her eyes dancing between the two strangers. fearless child, broken girl — tell me what it’s like to burn.
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The passive expression on the angel's face was not one that Alastor was accustomed to, but it didn't deter him. In the end he would strike fear into the very core of the pristine man. He would corrupt him because hell could always use another demon and the best demons were the ones that used to be angels. After so many years of being good and helping to finally be able to cut those ties and burn those bridges was a drug in itself. There was inimaginable cruelty in those that used to be good and the longer it was surpressed the more powerful it grew. "She will save you." The demon barked out a laugh, his red eyes flashing a hint of something dangerous despite the fact that he was laughing. "Oh, but who is going to save her?" He questioned. "Or you, for that matter?" The stallion lifted one paw to step forward, but at that moment fog appeared and began to surround them. At first the demon suspected that it was the angel who had called it forth in an attempt to protect himself, but that assumption quickly disappeared. The fog reacted the same way to the both of them, surrounding them, caressing them, stealing from them. His ears fell back and he bared his teeth, but then the fog retreated. His gaze remained fixed on the white stud before him, so it was hard not to miss the way his wings shifted and dropped -- how many stallions had done that in their lifetime to cover the proof of their lust? Nor could he ignore the way he seemed to be preoccupied. And then she arrived and the bared teeth snarl turned into a toothy grin. "Such a sinner you are." He hissed at the man before him. "The only thing pure about you is your color!" How amusing for an angel to lust after a mare, no matter how pretty she may be -- and this one was rather pretty. At first he paid very little attention to the mare in favor of studying who he had thought to be an angel. It was when the man itroduced himself as a preacher that Alastor finally knew. "A preacher, huh?" He had corrupted many of his kind. Killed even more. His short tail flicked at his hocks as he finally turned his attention to the lady that had welcomed them both to the Rift. "And I am Alastor." He said in greeting, shortly after Yezdao. "Hell's Executioner." This was said with another toothy smile and a wink at the lovely lady. "." ALASTOR
THE RIVER GOES WHERE THE CURRENT FLOWS
THE LIGHT WE MUST D E S T R O Y |
golden child, lion girl — tell me what it’s like to conquer.
She watched the portal do whatever it did to the newcomers, internally flinching as it seemed to caress each creature. The young woman remembered the feeling as the portal changed her own magic and items, remembered the shock that swarmed her chest as her Kaos amulet exploded, leaving her with the glowing X wound that seeped from her chest. Never the less, she continued her watchful gaze on the stallions, quietly noticing the droop of wings and the smirk that grew on the demon’s face. The demon spoke before she could further investigate the ivory man, speaking of his sinning that sent a small amount of humor through her bones.
Oh, she liked these two already. Opposites, yet somehow as though they were two sides of the same coin. She listened as the demon finished and the pale man introduced himself, of course not before speaking in a language that she didn’t understand. A smirk crossed her face as she dipped her head to the ivory man and spoke in her own tongue. “Sijui unachosema, lakini naweza kusema lugha zingine pia.” (I know not what you say, but I can speak other tongues too) and she grinned at the man with that roguish grin she had mastered after so many months of doing so. Then, as he introduced himself as Yezdao and a preacher, she tilted her head curiously. But then the demon was speaking, reiterating the preacher part that had Kiada so curious. Khairi remained on her back, ever watchful with those scarlet eyes as she surveyed the onyx man as he spoke. It seemed they were all granting themselves titles. Well, three could definitely play that game. She dipped her head to the demon and reached down to press her shoulder plate to constrict it back into its small form, revealing her spotted hide and golden body littered with small scars. She looked up again, as Khairi bounced up her neck to remove her faceplate and lay it gently across her neck to reveal her exotic striped face, and flashed another smile to the men. “I guess that leaves me – I am Kiada, the Burning Harpy.” She announced, flashing a confident wink in their directions before gesturing with her dark head to Khairi still sitting along her spine. “And this is Khairi.” The bird crooned menacingly from his place on his bonded. She was quiet for a moment before clearing her throat to speak again. “I take it you're both new here?” fearless child, broken girl — tell me what it’s like to burn.
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The preacher had enough gall to tell him that he knew nothing of the world and call him horriffically ignorant, which in truth was entirely laughable. As a demon he had lived for millennia, taking different shapes and forms, possessing different bodies, wreaking havoc, maiming and torturing poor souls in ways that would make the pale preacher turn even more pale. "True ignorance is assuming one wants to be saved by your wretched god." His voice is even and calm, though the look in his eyes is something dangerous and threatening, as if he were saying "Try me preacher boy, and I'll bring you to the depths of hell where no god can save your soul. I'll skin you alive, inch by inch and feed your flesh to the hounds. And while you scream, beg, and plead for mercy I'll not give it to you. I'll continue until I'm ready to be done with you and cast your soul into the pit. There'll be no afterlife for you, only eternal damnation." He held the preacher's gaze for as long as he could, then turned his attention to the woman, who was speaking in a language he did not recognize. "Careful." He says to the woman. "Wouldn't want our dear preacher to think you need an exorcism, now would we?" The demon spares the preacher only a mocking glance before he resumed ignoring him and his pitiful existence. "Kiada the Burning Harpy." Alastor practically purred the mare's name and self-given title in delight. How utterly delightful. And she wasn't too rough on the eyes, either.... he definitely wouldn't mind following her around and letting her show him around The Rift. "I am." He replied in response to her question. He hated to adit that he didn't know where he was or why he was there, so he didn't. Instead he put on his most charming smile and directed it at Kiada. "I do have to admit that I really like the welcoming party." "." ooc:// i'm so sorry for the wait, life has been totally insane and a muse suck. i'm also sorry for the crappy post, i didn't want to make you guys wait anymore ALASTOR
THE RIVER GOES WHERE THE CURRENT FLOWS
THE LIGHT WE MUST D E S T R O Y |
golden child, lion girl — tell me what it’s like to conquer.
The bickering between the ivory and night-flecked creatures were something Kiada enjoyed deep down. It was hilarious for the woman to see them go at one another the way they were, but she remained indifferent on the outside. Simply observing. Immediately, her ears flickered toward the demonic one with that sultry voice that extended toward her. “I’d like to see it attempted.” She offered the demon with a wink in the angel’s direction.
As he purred her name, she flicked her tail briefly against her hocks. Never before had she actually given a title of herself out, and while it wasn’t official – something she only called herself, she loved the sound of it as it fell from Alastor’s lips. Yet before she had a chance to say anything, her orb began to sputter – shifting and moving from her hip where it floated. It split into three, one remaining by her hip and illuminating her features while the other two drifted toward Alastor and Yezdao. She dipped her head briefly before a small chime of a laugh slipped her lips. “I’m glad you like it.” She paused, offering him a sultry grin. “The orb will split and be given to newcomers or those that do not have them, it’s important to try and spread it. But, now that that’s over with, this land is called the Rift. There are many of us, some not from here and others born here. It’s a land of darkness and creatures that would do anything to eat you so I suggest you be on your guard.” Her words were pointed more toward Yezao with his light coat and angelic presence rather than the dark hues of Alastor. “This is the Portal, and right out there is the rest of the Rift. You can follow me and I’ll show you out.” She offered them before turning – so slowly, as if she were some sort of seductress, before stepping away from them and into the trees where the glowing eyes continually watched. fearless child, broken girl — tell me what it’s like to burn.
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