Name- Romeo. [
Rigor Mortis.]
Breed- Thoroughbred.
Age- Ten.
Gender- Stallion.
Height- Seventeen hands.
Alliance- Dark.
Health- 100%.
ROMEO,
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Silence. It settled like congealed blood in the atmosphere. It slithered down the unseen crevasses of sanity's walls and pooled at the blistered feet of the darkest of conscious. In a state of fevered anticipation it sluiced down like acid rain and morphed him into a beast of insanity, driven by the poison of malice as the Helkaer Overlord succumbed to the seductive art of battle within his mind.
Blood. It would be spilled 'pon this darkened night.
Scars. They would be added to the intricate array on his mahogany pelt; a tale of the battle and chaos that was about to ensue.
Power. Two of the strongest equines 'pon the face of Wild Equines would fight to prove their worth; fight to
live, for while the other existed the other would never cease to hate.
Slipping under the contours of his past victories and tragedies, Romeo allowed the seductive promise to lull him into a semi-alert state of mind, confident that the mahogany wench was too damn dramatic to go for a subtle move and would instead go for something a little more bold and brash. It was her fight style. Necropolis wasn't the type to sneak up and attack -- no, she preferred to make her presence known, to look in the eye of her opponent and to go for the throat. With this, he knew he could allow himself a moment to recollect the events that had happened in the past from within his memory banks and to play them across the frontal lobe of his brain.
When Romeo had first came to Wild Equines he had known from the get-go that he had wanted to make a name for himself. He had known that he would settle for nothing less then power and fame; then fortune and glory, and he had done just that in the last nine eight rotations since he had been here. At first, he had wandered, lurking within the purple-black shadows as he had searched for his first victim and a harem that would suit his needs.
Killer's Terrain. Once he had targeted 'pon this terra, the youthful but vicious Thoroughbred had trekked the movements of Tyson for only a days time before he declared his challenge to the over-sized beast. In a matter of a few weeks time, Romeo had went from wanderer to Commander of this ferocious land. After this initial challenge, Romeo decided to challenge those at will; to wreak havoc 'pon those that lived within this topography just because he could. He never tired of creating chaos and confusion, but instead thrived 'pon the fear that shone within the depths of his unsuspecting victims' eyes.
Shortly thereafter, having tired of the consequences of being just an ordinary harem leader, Romeo had set off to find something - or namely
someone to focus on.
Janiya. He had found here, naive and innocent, within the borders of the Free Lands where he had plucked her from the grasp of her love-lorn best friend. He had whispered a tale of romance into the curvature of her hark, and had cooed sweet poetry across the thin, minuscule body of her barriers until there was nothing left but a soft and pliable puppet. In fact, it had almost been
too easy to steal her away from her best friend, Arlan.
Having led her to believe that life in Killer's Terrain would be everything that she had wished for and more, Romeo had more then a little fun opening her eyes to the reality that life wouldn't be what she had planned for it to be. Once the excitement of his new 'toy' had worn off, he had fucked her and gotten her pregnant, hoping to get a heir that would take his place when he stepped down from the throne. A year had passed in which Romeo had beaten her 'in the name of love' and had tossed her around until he had broken her beliefs and hopes - but it hadn't been until she had delivered a less then perfect child that he had shown his true colors and had beaten her to within an inch of her life and left her for dead, no longer caring about the charade that he had kept together for nearly a year and a half.
Deciding that the 'less then perfect child' could be a useful tool, Romeo managed to hide his disgust and used his naivety as a token to lure her younger siblings to Killer's Terrain. Once there, the darkened mahogany Overlord had blatantly turned his back 'pon his daughter and had blinded her completely to leave her in a world of darkness and had killed the twin brother of her younger half-sister's - all before Janiya could make a move to stop it. Oh, the sound of Janiya's tortured screams had brought forth a malicious humor within Romeo, and he had taunted her as he had advanced on her; much like a predator with its prey. It was then, once again, that Romeo tore into her until she was nothing more then a bloodied mass. Having no mercy for the woman he had once proclaimed to love, the war-ridden Commander had forced her into a small cell and had left her to die.
Although despite his merciless actions in the beginning of his stay 'pon Wild Equines, Romeo sang a different tune when he came across a silvery femme in desperate need of his help. Unsure of why he did it, he had led her back to Killer's Terrain, and in only a few months time he had allotted her Queen, smitten with her soft-spoken ways. The scar-clad warrior had tried hard to give Numerals of Silence the life that she had always wanted, but in the end, he had been unable to prevail. It had not been the battle between him and Riot that had killed her off, although she had been kidnapped. No, Numerals of Silence had been killed by her own flesh and blood; their first born heir, Archaleos, in a fit of rage over the birth of his younger brother.
Romeo had been unaware that Archaleos had murdered Numerals of Silence and had handed over the throne of Killer's Terrain to him when he was offered a position within the Helkaerian society. It was not until he had settled into Phantasmagoria with his harem members and his slave master, Jacqueline, that Romeo heard of Archaleos' betrayal. Furious, Romeo had challenged his son and had murdered him in cold blood to avenge his deceased mate. It had been a hard lesson learned for the battle-worn hellion as he had stood looking down at the mutilated body of his son. Only allowing himself a moment to grieve the loss of a life that was tied to Numerals of Silence, Romeo had left his son to be ravaged by the predators of the night and had carried on with his new duties as a Brother of the Helkaers.
Once he had settled into the routine of being a part of the Brotherhood, Romeo had set out on raids and quests to bring in slaves. Phantasmagoria had soon gained the attention it rightfully deserved. It wasn't until all his endless treks back and the responsibility that he gave to his slave master, Jacqueline, that he began to realize that she would make a good addition by his side; to rule as Queen of Phantasmagoria. 'Pon offering her this deal, the mahogany Overlord had allowed her to keep her harem of slaves and they had come to rule side-by-side, whereis in a short amount of time they ended up with a male heir that they had named Crossfire.
Crossfire. At the mention of his son with Jacqueline, the seventeen hand War Lord felt his chest seize with the painful memories, but he swallowed them back, his hazel lanterns narrowed as he forced back these thoughts. The last thing that he wanted to do was allow Necropolis to see through the hardened exterior that he represented. He was no fool, for she would search for the same weaknesses that he would search for in her. Like, for instance, he had heard through the grapevine that Necropolis dearly loved her daughter, Asmoday, and it had been why he had thrown her in as part of the deal in case he won the battle.
A wickedly malicious smile pressed 'pon his chapped and bloodied chasms as his salmon-pink tongue pressed at the backside of his and his hazel lanterns glittered in cold light of the moon. He searched for the shadowed figurine of his nemesis, but finding nothing out of the ordinary he allowed his darkened thoughts to summon him once more and proceed with the recollection of his past.
Romeo knew now that he should have been more sympathetic toward his immediate family when Arlan had come back to rape Jacqueline and to blind Crossfire, but he hadn't been. No, instead of allowing them to turn to him for emotional support he pushed them away and went on a vicious spree. Intent to destroy Arlan once and for all, the darkened Overlord had set off to find Jessamine, the remaining twin that he had left unscathed with the encounter in Killer's Terrain. Oh, he had known that she knew who he was 'pon first sight and he had taken immense pleasure in the brutal claiming of her body as he listened to her scream; listened to her beg for mercy and for the daddy that would never come.
Jacqueline became distant after the rape and he Romeo could have cared less. He kept her at arms length and blamed what happened to her on her, telling her that if she would have been a little more careful then it would have never happened to her. She had endured the emotional beat down - until she learned of the affair that Romeo was having with the young woman, Cassia. Jacqueline had come to confront him, and when she did, Romeo did not lie, thus that had been the last time that he had ever seen his blinded son or the fiery-tempered ebonite she-devil.
Good riddance. It was then that he began to understand that women would do nothing but hold him back, thus he began to whore himself out even more effectively then before.
Leadership of the Helkaerian Commander changed within the month following Jacqueline's departure - changed to a bastard that he hated as soon as he laid eyes on him.
Snowfire. There was just something about the way that he presented himself that made Romeo think of himself, but he was neglect to admit it. Romeo had several encounters with the cremello stallion and the crimson mare - 'pon more then one time fighting with the Helkaer Commander. It wasn't long after all this began that Snowfire stepped down from the throne and proceeded to take Arizona to a distant dark harem where they ruled. The darkened mahogany War Lord was granted the title of power and the title of Commander, whereis he took up ruling the Helkaerian society like it was a second skin for him. He had been born to rule - had been born for power.
It was not shortly after Snowfire and Arizona had settled into their new land that Romeo decided to go pay them a little visit. Once there, he badgered them and prodded them, flinging insults in their faces and getting them all worked up. He wasn't one that was easily intimidated and he reveled in the fights that ensued. Unfortunately, Arizona had decided to take up residence within the Outlands once more in her former land, Toxin Raj, where she took her commands from Romeo and he was able to pester her more effectively. Snowfire would still show up on occasion to defend his mate, but shortly thereafter he fell off the radar. Romeo took this chance to push his weight around and had raped the crimson Goddess as a reminder that he could have anything and everything that he set his mind to, despite the cost.
In the meantime, while Arizona is heavily pregnant with his children, Romeo runs off to stir up a little more drama, for he challenged the
same land he was challenging for right now.
Carnevele Letale. The only difference was that this time Necropolis didn't have someone to hide her pretty little head behind. No, her lover boy couldn't pick up her slack and take on the fight like he had once before - not that Romeo was overly worried, for Lucifer had lost despite his power and size last time. Oh, how sweet it had been to fuck Necropolis and know that Lucifer was pained by the very thought that he had touched her; it had been the icing on the cake.
Having raped the woman he was now challenging, Romeo got a little laugh from the irony of the situation. Oh, she had probably been dreaming of the day that she would be able to sink her fangs into his flesh and render him senseless; perhaps this would make her more susceptible to making mistakes, for her need for revenge would cloud her judgment. Just the thought of seeing the scarred war maiden once again amused him. If he had been thinking about it, he would have added another bout at her body again, but alas, he wasn't interested in trying her for a second time. The first time had been more then enough for him - more then enough to prove that yes, no matter how powerful that one thought they might be that he could still bring them down.
The product of the rape had been a little filly that he had named Antemortem. Necropolis had dropped her off at his doorstep and he had raised her in the arts of war craft, thus making her into a lethal fighting machine, but she much preferred to play with the minds of the boys then fight them. As she grew she became a beautifully conformed maiden; a fact that had not escaped her, thus she set her sights 'pon those that had positions of power. Alas, her greed had been the death of her, for Antemortem had met Caidas, the Lord of the Underworld, and completely smitten by him and the seduction that came with his power, his daughter had granted him her soul in exchange for a child. At the time a successful breeding to one without solid form had been completely unheard of, but it had been successful, thus Antemortem had become a mommy and Romeo had become a grand-daddy - yet again. He had kicked the child and its mother out, where is she went and committed suicide to be with Caidas and had left her daughter, Fatality, to fend for herself.
In this process, Romeo went back to Toxin Raj to collect his child, but found out that she wasn't quite ready to give birth yet, and proceeded to get stuck within the land with her when a massive wild fire broke out during the midst of a humid summer thunder storm. Quickly, instinct took over reason and Romeo rushed to the aid of Arizona, telling himself that he only did so because he did not want his child to die. Pregnant and emotional, she snapped at him the whole entire way, but they began to realize that if they wanted to survive this ugly encounter with Mother Nature that they were going to have to rely on one another or they would die. It was then, caught within the blistering ring of fire, that Romeo came to realize that maybe - just maybe - he cared for her a little more then he had been willing to admit.
It wasn't until they had found the safety of the upstream river high in the mountains that Romeo decided to tell her, and quite to his surprise, he found her willing to give him a chance. Having broken through the defenses of one another, all that had been left was what they had hidden from society, thus they had been able to see each other as a whole - and to work on their relationship a little bit before not one child - but
three - were born. Arizona and Romeo had worked together to find suitable names for the trio, knowing full-well that they would accomplish great things, thus they became Revolver, Quarantine and Winchester Theory.
Once they had escaped the fire, Romeo and Arizona made their way back to Phantasmagoria, where she kept the children. They both proceeded to rule their own harem while having a working relationship that had suited them for the time being. Meanwhile, when out on an errand, Romeo had run into a creamy dun mare whom was heavily pregnant. Despite her large size and obvious carelessness, Romeo took her back to Phantasmagoria and beat her numerous times - leaving her just enough nourishment to stay alive, but not enough to feed the fetus growing inside of her. Alas, he had taken for granted the fact that he had thought she was unconscious, for he had spoken of secrets that should never have been voiced, and she had recollected this 'pon awakening. Shortly thereafter, a brave stallion named Fennore came to rescue Wintor, the creamy mare, and she had went straight to the Versai with the information, which Sommir, a member of the Versai, had used the information to effectively steal Romeo right from under Arizona's nose.
Once there, Romeo had proceeded to throw his weight around and when pushed, he raped the golden sister. He had no qualms in the fact that, in doing so, he had turned all of the Versai against him. He knew the outcome of what he had done to Sommir would not be taken lightly, but he was ready for it. After having gained back his freedom, Romeo returned to Phantasmagoria, where is he awaited Sommir to bring him his child when it was born. Startled to find not one, but three, Romeo had nonetheless taken two of them in and had left the other for the golden wench. The names of the children were not long in coming, thus they became Eskendraya, Scarlet Venom and Pax. Unfortunately, the elements had been harsh 'pon two of them and they had not survived, thus leaving only one child that carried on both their bloodline.
Scarlet Venom. When Romeo fell off the radar for that short period of time, Snowfire had come back unannounced and killed off one of the Helkaer sisters, thus successfully taking over the position. He waited patiently until the scar-laden Commander was back from the Sisterhood, where he began to fuck around with Romeo and Arizona, knowing that the crimson mare's feelings would still be fresh. Frustrated and pissed, Romeo had fought him off several times, but he kept coming back, much like he had when Arizona had been bedded down with Snowfire.
Wanting some kind of release, the bay-pointed war lord had set off to find something to fulfill his time. It did not take him long to find a pretty little chestnut femme in which to take his aggression out. There had been no need to try and woo her; to try and convince her that he wanted her and only her. No, he had used her stark terror to fuel his aggravated aggression and he had raped her forcefully - brutally - until she had been nothing more then a delirious and bloodied heap at his feet. Once done, he had spit 'pon her torn body and left her for dead.
During this time, Romeo announces that a war will be held; aimed at the Dark Royals, for Incognito has proposed that the Helkaers will fall due to the fact that Castle - Romeo's son and another Helkaer member - had raped the Dark Royal King's daughter. Busy with the planning for the war, Romeo was unaware of the fact that Arizona had begun to stay out late and that she would always bathe before she came into his presence. Unaware of her treachery, Romeo had proceeded on in their relationship like nothing was wrong, and they had their fourth child, a little filly named Fahrenheit. It wasn't until after Fahrenheit is born that Romeo begins to notice the little subtle changes in her attitude and he started to investigate. What he had found out had crushed him, for she had been sneaking around behind his back to be with Snowfire. Hurt, Romeo had decided that she had made her choice, and so he had been willing to break his own heart so he didn't have to break hers. He had been intent to let her go so that she would no longer have to sneak around, but before he ever got the chance to bring it up to her he found her dead. Torn and lost, Romeo had spiraled into an insanity in which the next year had become a blur. He raped, slaughtered, fed off of, tormented and tortured, but none of it made him feel the way that he had felt when he was with her.
Arizona. He would never again find a woman like her.
It was during this time that, for the first time, he had wavered. Romeo had almost lost his foot hold 'pon his power and had almost succumbed to the mindless darkness, but he had pushed back against it and prevail. It wasn't until he had made a few successful steals and had staked out a couple places to raid after the impending battle that Romeo began to regain his solidity in society. He had began to meet more of his children, which bordered well over sixty now, and had developed bonds with them that most fathers didn't get the chance to. Old harem members were removed if he had considered them weak in order to make room for the new members, thus the title to the heir became Fahrenheits, for Quarantine and Winchester Theory had decided that they wanted to set off on their own. Romeo hadn't been put off by their decision. No, he had made the best of the situation by sitting back and teaching Fahrenheit every trick of the trade that he knew so that she could become a great ruler someday.
Fahrenheit. Oh, how she acted so much like her mother. It made him miss Arizona sometimes, even though these days he had found new companionship in Firework.
Drawn back from his thoughts by the thud of irons 'pon the terra firma, Romeo instinctively threw his thoughts to the back of his mind and focused on the scenario before him. His ashen-tinted nasal passages flexed as he inhaled the musky blood scent of his nemesis, Necropolis. A fraction of a second after he smelled the putrid stench that arose from off of her flesh he saw her as she made her way into the Battle Field, her scarred cranium held high with pride.
But it shall fail you, my dear. Romeo mentally checked her physical state, his hazel lanterns cool and indifferent as he raised an invisible brow under the fall on his onyx forelock.
"Do tell me the infamous Necropolis didn't have to put on her face before she came here. I'd say if you did you pretty much failed, you still look ugly as ever." Stained enamels glittered in the low light of the moon as he snaked his cerebrum a little lower, his chin still tucked against his chest. He wasn't trying to rush the battle, but instead get under her skin and find her weak points; to hit home until she made some sort of mistake in which he could take advantage of and totally render her useless.
"Silence, assassin! Let us not waste this glorious battle trading barbs! I would prefer if we moved on with the bloodletting." He grinned, but said nothing more as he winked at her, knowing that all this would do is piss her off. His stance was one of easy nonchalance, but already his muscles were lightly tensed, his hazel lanterns narrowed as he watched her every movement. He knew that it would not take her long to strike - and that when she did strike it would be fast and critical. If he planned on avoiding it he would have to be quick on his feet and respond in the same manner. As it was, he could already see her moonlit and scarred form propelling forward.
His pupils dilated as he heard the rumbling growl of thunder overhead, almost as if Mother Nature was warning of this attack. Romeo counted down the time, his colossal frame coiled as he trekked her movements with a trained eye, his jaws parted, but no longer in that of an arrogant smile, but instead a malicious grin of eager anticipation and blood lust.
Oh, Necropolis, Goddess of destruction and all that is dark and glorious, you have failed in your attempt at surprise, for your attack is predictable. With this, at the last possible second and with Necropolis' jaws parted and aimed at the his sensitive flesh of his jugular vein, Romeo threw the upper portion of his muscled body from off of the terra firma and swung out of the way, using the coiled tension of his built up anticipation to fuel his adrenaline and to quickly collect him back in the direction in which Necropolis now stood, his own jaws parted and searching as he wasted no time in an attack of his own.
Romeo drove forward, using all his power to propel his attack, his haunches bunching as he lifted himself from off the stained terra firma with his attack. Stained and war-savaged enamels aimed for the pliant flesh of between the slope of her cheek bone and the curvature of her shoulder; where all the vital blood flowed from the various assortment of veins that fueled the life source inside of her. Romeo knew that with the intensity of his forward-driving movement and with the attack of his enamels and his irons that were aimed at the center of her body that Necropolis would either have to fully dodge the hit or take the brunt of his wrath. She had come with the same thought in mind; to
kill; to
render incapable of leaving the bloodied soil of the Battle Fields alive. It would be a battle that would be talked about for many years to come - they would both make sure of it; their pride wouldn't let them do otherwise. Carnevele Letale and Phantasmagoria would both never have a more formidable opponent.
Word count; 4,451 Muse; Good.
Music; Nada.
Hits Left; One.
Dodges Left; Zero.
Attack/s made; Romeo dodged her attack, wheeled away, and then came back with the momentum of his movements as he reared up and propelled forward, his teeth aimed for her middle of her throat in an attempt to clamp down and his feet are aimed a little back by her shoulder [twisted in a way] to try to blow out her shoulder/bruise it badly etc. He is moving fast enough that he hopes to knock them down when one of the attacks happen, but hey, he is a lot smaller then she is. ;]
Notes - OMG. *dies* This post took
forever, but it is finally up. Romeo and Necropolis make for great enemies. <3
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