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Post by P r o m i s e on Jun 27, 2023 20:42:05 GMT -7
A dim greyness engulfed the landscape, a dull and boring shade of grey. The only sense of life within the land was that of motionless plants and the undead that roamed the area searching for a way into the light. A light, that for some, wouldn't come. However, the gemsbok marked beast that now roamed Asphodel wanted nothing to do with the light. He was seeking a different area of the afterlife, an area that he had heard about from others. A place of fire, torture, and never-ending death. A place that called and pulled at his heart strings and beckoned him to join their ranks. However, he knew it wouldn't be that easy.
An eerie silence crept through the lands of Asphodel as he awaited his judgement, knowing there were others ahead of him, but he was a rather impatient bastard. He was ready to go to his forever home, ready to cause havoc on the mortal realm once more. Stomping a fore hoof and tossing his painted crown, he sent out a shrill whinny, practically demanding all others to get out of his way. It was his turn, whether they liked it or not. A snort escaped his flared nares as he pushed others aside as he moved his way through Asphodel, impatiently waiting for the one who would welcome him home. He wanted nothing more than the taste of blood in his mouth, and the feeling of blood upon his hooves. Though, he knew that wouldn't happen here in Asphodel.
As he neared some water, his cerulean voids shifted down to peer at his reflection in the water's surface. No motion came from the water, almost as though it was a frozen sheet of ice. He took a moment to cast his gaze towards the dim sky, a tiny bit of light cast down upon the land near him, but all it did was cause another snort to escape him. Hello?! He called out into the open still air. He figured it would be best to call out, perhaps that would get things moving along a bit faster than it currently was going.
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tagged Roman words 356 notes enjoy the impatient ass. <3 lol
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Post by Roman on Jun 30, 2023 4:52:42 GMT -7
Event after event slowly started to kick off the war that would soon be in full swing, Angels and Demons stolen, battles being fought and new information coming to light. There were injuries on both sides and soon the Underworlds Lady was sure would be loss of life, is this what the Utopian Lady truly wanted? For one being all for the Chaos and bloodshed, Teca, much like Xerxes, did not wish for the Mortals to be involved, yet their hooves were forced after the Utopian Lady called for war. Mortals began to choose sides on their own, each and every one deciding on their own as to which side was right and had a worthy cause. Mictecacihuatl doubted that telling the living that this wasn't their fight, that they are free to let the Afterlife fight their own battles, would get them to stand down, not when a Helkaer and Dark Ruler each wanted their pound of flesh. So the Underworld's Lady will stand and fight beside the Underworld's loyal followers until they are victorious, if that is what it took for Rasa to admit that she was wrong, wrong for not coming for her Lord and for starting this war.
It was an odd sentiment, that the Underworlds Lady cared so deeply for the lives that she would normally end herself, for the souls she longed to collect and the blood she usually relished in seeing spilled. A wickedly sweet giggle vibrated within Teca's bosom at the thought, that she could be holier than all holiness herself. No, there was a reason why they lead their respective realms, Utopia would never accept Mictecacihuatl, not for all the lust that warmed her dead heart. Rasa though? Well, all fruits rot eventually and Teca doubted that Rasa was safe from that sentiment, even as Lady. The thought of fruit is why the Underworld's Lady currently stalked the frozen land of Asphodel, which oddly started to feel like another home from the amount of times she has been here, looking for souls ripe for the picking like fruit off a tree. With a war starting, the Underworld needed to make sure they had the greater numbers and the strongest of fighters, Mictecacihuatl was not going to admit defeat to the Utopian bitch, she would rather die again than lose to the bay Angel.
A shrill whinny came from the other side of the treeline, causing the woman's bloodied eyes to fall upon the beast that pushed his way past any that stood in his way, a uniquely marked stallion with a chin thick with hair. A purr unexpectedly escaped the blood and bone witch as she watched him, shocked in herself at the sudden realisation that she had a thing for beards. Brow furrowed as Mictecacihuatl shook her beautifully dished head, chastising herself for not controlling the primal urge that she normally let loose freely, now was not the time to look for a shag with a war looming. "Hello?!", he called out after looking up at the sky and snorting, seeming almost impatient despite being dead. The Underworlds Lady then revealed herself, passing through the treeline that once separated them, "Lost handsome? No, not anymore, for I have found you," Teca purred with a wicked grin curving her plump lips. "I am Lady Mictecacihuatl," she spoke again, this time without the purr as she took on a more professional stance. Ruby eyes looked over the beast, getting a really good look at him as Teca familiarized herself with a possible new Demon, should the male complete the task that he will be given after he confirms who he wishes to ally himself with.
"Speech" Tagged: P r o m i s e Words: 613 Note: Hope this is ok with you as it's rather rambly, I'm just out of it tonight and feeling a little defeated that this will probably be my only post tonight when I wanted to do more, took me about an hour to start this .-.
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