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Retrograde - Crowley - 08-03-2017 RE: Retrograde - Abigor - 08-04-2017 Abigor
I own the darkness
The colt stalked through the strange undergrowth his ears pricked yellow eyes flashing darkly. His hat was tilted back allowing both eyes to shine in the dim neon light. His dragon his cloak, no covered in holes for his spikes, rested upon his stripped back. He had come to prowl the place where the portal had seemed to dump everyone. He was curious to see if he could find his father. His mother had told him what he looked like, as well as his name, but he had never met the dark stallion. He was sure the stallion would be twisted like himself, but he couldn't know for sure. He doubted his powerful mother would have settled for a weak man.A voice whispered through the air followed by two growls. The yell that followed made his blood boil with delight; cautiously he quickened his pace eager to see what had happened. Maybe he would get lucky and find a blood bath on the other side of the strange undergrowth. He slowed as the scent of stallion, canine, and feline tickled his sensitive nose. 'Strange.' Slowly he peered over the row of bushes in front of him. He watched a stallion leaning over a strange small kitten. His lip curled slightly as he looked at the pathetic creature mewling at the man's cloven hooves. His heart leaped hoping the stallion would raise a hoof and smash the weakling. Yellow orbs rolled as the unicorn merely sniffed the tiny beast. He stepped boldly into the open space his eyes traveling swiftly over the familiar stripes, and yellow gaze. He lifted his tiny head proudly his eyes fixed on the man. His voice was monotoned, void of emotion, "I assume you're Crowley. I'm your son, Abigor." He watched the older man wondering if he even knew he had a son wondering the world. It wasn't like he gave a shit either way, he had his step family and didn't even really need them, besides the mare. He hated that he had to have someone around to keep him alive. His eyes flashed wickedly towards the kitten. "You'd might be better off killing that runt, then trying to keep it safe in this wild world." His lip curled snarling at the tawny cat wondering what it would feel like to crush the thing. He looked greedily back to the stallion his tiny tail wishing with anticipation. -------------------------------- Talk Words;; 403 @Crowley RE: Retrograde - Crowley - 08-04-2017 RE: Retrograde - Rift Presence - 08-05-2017
Tsk, Crowley, where are your manners? the Rift [ TRANSFER NOTES: CROWLEY ] Magic: Offensive: Can place curses on others. Doing so scars Crowley in one place. Vanity Magic: Tendrils of shadow follow and roll off of him. Vanity Magic: Accompanied by faint, incoherent whispers. Amulet: Your amulet explodes in a shower of sparks. Then it's just gone. Companions: Freya: Caracal Obtained: 3rd August 2017 Birth Date: Late Drench 1173 Frozen: Talbot: Hellhound Obtained: 13 February 2013 Birth Date: Late Freeze 1167 RE: Retrograde - Abigor - 08-10-2017 Abigor
He watches the man unflinchingly even as he whirls around angrily. His golden eyes flashing silently at the challenge, even if he would end up having to run away. The colt raised his head proudly golden gaze hungrily taking in his sire. His ears flick away the insult about his mother, he knew she had been no whore. Other's thoughts were just valueless words.A snort bursts from him at his last words though. "Ya, I'd like to see her try, being that she is dead." A dark smirk twists over his face, if anyone could do that it would certainly be his mother. He could almost hear his mother's voice and feel her rage. She had known her father's love, but it seemed he would not be granted the same fate. Tiny dark shoulders rolled away the worry, he didn't really need the man anyway; the colt only needed himself. The man scowl deepens at his words, but Abigor does not back down. His sperm donor would learn how unforgiving this world could be soon enough. His ears slam back while white teeth flash threateningly almost daring the old man to attack him. "I've made it so far on my own, that is proof enough that I am not weak." His slender right foreleg pawed at the ground his tiny muscles flexing. He was not some weak mewling baby that needed someone to stand up for him. Golden eyes sparkled angrily as he looked at the stripped stallion. "Suit yourself." His voice was as low as he could manage, but still aggravatingly high. One day he would stand before his father and challenge him to a fight. It was a feeling, wanting to proof himself. A strange desire flooded through him: desire. This desire had nothing to do with sex. He wanted to beat this old bag into the ground and make him beg for his life. He snorted ears still pressed against his skull. Some small part of him wanted the man to attack, to rip into his flesh. The shadows would feast on his blood as well as the stallions. Golden orbs boring into an almost exact match. His mother would be proud of him for staring down something that doubted and questioned him. ----------------------------- Talk Words :: 376 @Crowley Sorry it's so much shorter xD - table by Niki - RE: Retrograde - Crowley - 08-11-2017 RE: Retrograde - Castiella - 08-11-2017 CASTIELLA God damn right, you should be scared of me. Who is in CONTROL? The problem with having a BABY brother is she was always tasked with watching him. The fucking boy was already annoying enough; now she had to fucking stalk him. Well, she didn't care that much because the bastard had gotten away from her. Castiella huffed lightly her teal orbs narrowed on a small beaten path. "I swear to fucking koas...." Waves of sparks floated across her pelt in anger. This whole baby sitting job was getting really OLD. Into the land of the portal she went. Neon lightly floated around the fallen angel. Damn this place was like hell on an acid trip. A snort filled to air as she watched the trail of black flowers grow in the wake of her steps. All she could do is roll her eyes. For once the flowers would not get the brunt of her anger. Castiella was saving that for Abigor. He was going to learn today... Blood dipped wings clung to her sides. Her masked features twisted into something malevolent. There was nothing pretty about Castiella right now. Her body was enraged with golden electricity. Black and white stocking rear legs did not skip, nor did they move with grace. The girl moved as if she was about to drag a soul back to hell with her because she WAS. Her body flooded the shadows and moved like a haunting breeze through the land. Luckily there was nothing she could destroy in her path because it would all be leveled if there was. Even the trees and bushes bowed away from the satanic mistress. For fucks sake! How far did this little ass hole wander? Irritation, rage, and so many more things started to build in her chest until.. "There." Her voice whispered. The little devil's voice rang in the air. Giggling Castiella snaked through the bushes tucking her sparking bodice deep within the shadows. Crimson speckled orbs searched for the horned fool, but charcoal ears guided each step. The sound of another darkened voice filled the air. "So the bastard boy is not alone." Her soft whispering tone filled only the space around her. After traveling in the shadows, she finally could lay eyes on her baby BROTHER. Oh, and she came just in time for him to get his ass kick! This was so great.. She wanted to laugh and chuckle with roars of demonic tones, but Castiella remained quietly watching. Abigor was so poorly mannered. It was good that the stallion was teaching him a lesson. Hell, she might as well help TEACH this boy a lesson. Smiling, two doves formed out of electricity. Her body also toggled into the form of a bird, but at least she was hidden. The bird reached out from the bush and flew full force towards Abigor. Then a small giggle fell from her maw. Her sparking bodice waltzed from the shadows. "He is so incredibly rude... I figured I would help you teach him a lesson. " Castiella looked towards the man with a deviant Cheshire smile plastered across her masked skull. Don't get her wrong. Castiella likes Abigor; it is just too difficult to pass up an opportunity. Maybe, just maybe this burning pain in her skull would go away. Because after all she is HELPING a stranger in the portal... "talk talk talk" @Abigor @Crowley table code by tamme
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