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Name- Vanth
Breed- Tennessee Walking Horse x Bavarian Warmblood x American Quarter Horse
Age- Immortal - Lord of Hell
Gender- Stallion
Height- 17hh
Alliance- Dark/Underworld
Health- 100% - this is an afterlife vs. mortal battle so he does not have any special powers.

Vanth's challenge is as follows; It is known that Kida (Indi) has a very special meaning to those in Lachlan Breck. I am challenging for her rights to freely exist so that she may become a slave to Carnevale Letale. I ask for an able bodied challenger to present themselves to me, which includes but is not limited to Incognito (@phantasm) or Akroma (Zohyd//). Five days to respond between posts, no maximum word count, gladiator style, 2 hits, and 1 dodge.

Vanth perched upon the cracked and barren earth of the battlefield with a sly smile tugging at his onyx and marble stained muzzle. The Lord of Hell was waiting, ever so patiently, for Lachlan Breck to send forth an adequate representative to fight him. The vile god had already heard of the fight between a member of Carnevale Letale and Xalias and he had been less than impressed with what Lachlan Breck had put forth. The painted beast was sure that a blind and deaf child could have done a better job than the former elite executioner. However, it was pointless to mull over a battle that was in the stages of the winner being determined. Even if the representative from Carnevale lost, he was still impressed and entertained with the sanguine empire's recent movement in Wild Equines. He had his own battle to think about, though. The call had already been announced to those in Lachlan Breck to step forward and defend their precious, oddly marked Kida. Carnevale Letale had been strategic in their formations of alliances as they had made the Underworld their most important one. That was why Vanth did not mind to offer a little 'help' their cause along by challenging for Kida with the intent to hand her over to the grotesque empire as a slave. Lamb among the most vicious wolves!

Triple pigmented limbs shifted effortlessly as the seventeen hand brute continued to wait. Claret occuli rolled over the horizon for any silhouette that could be one of the members of Lachlan Breck. Surely they would not ignore such a challenge for their darling innocent Kida. That had been the entire reason for making the innocent maiden the center of his ploy. She could never fight for herself, oh no, she was too much of a doll for that. Too fragile and too kind. The innocence did not need the stain of blood here. 'She can bathe in her supporters' blood in Carnevale Letale, though.' Vanth mused silently before softly snorting. So they would have to send someone and as far as the Lord of Hell knew, the Dark Royals and Helkaers had yet to even request help from anyone in the afterlife realms. 'Fools. Ask you and shall receive.' It had been a shit show after Carnevale letale and Amdusias Isles had announced that they were allied with the Underworld for the war. Of course everyone wanted to say it was an unfair alliance since their opposition did not have anything like that alliance. If only the fools had thought to try and ask for help! Perhaps they would not be sorely overpowered as Carnevale Letale was also proposing a solid case to Utopia for assistance as well. 'Oh! But what will the 'menacing' and 'intimidating' Incognito do now that I am threatening to take his porcelain doll right out of his grasp? Will the 'insanity' continue and 'worsen'? HA!' Vanth continued to muse to himself as his solid ivory plume swatted at his hocks. He was ready, even in his temporarily mortal vessel, for whoever they sent his way. Vanth was more than prepared to feel his own blood spill out upon his hide while he mutilated and battered his opponent...if they had anyone worthy to be called such.


word count | 569
muse | good
character | vanth
notes | none
proposed battle terms | vanth is challenging for kida's freedom to hand her over to CL as a slave. no word maximum, five days to respond between posts, 2 hits, and 1 dodge.

[Zohyd//]

ooc' Fishie and Phan are both on the edge of quitting, while I have been relatively absent due to personal matters on my own. This will get responded to but I need another week... things are just a bit hectic as is at this moment.

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you can have up to the 10th to reply which is another five days from now.

[Zohyd//]

angel of wrath

{don't underestimate a lady with manners}

Time had played in Akroma’s favor. Since her last battle against the painted bastard from Carnevale Letale, one of which she won in order to keep Incognito home, the uniquely colored femora had healed back to her full health. The fracture in her limb was no longer there and the lacerations that once covered her canvas were now clean, some scarring some didn’t even have a trace of what they used to be. The Dark Queen could thank Tainted Love for that. The painted wench had insisted that she get the cuts cleaned up immediately- at the time the Queen didn’t quite want to, but now she was thankful that the former queen didn’t take no for an answer. These little tricks didn’t much surprise Akroma. Of course the red headed step child was going to do whatever it could to cause hell and chaos. Lachlan Breck was immune from stealing, but challenging was practically the same thing only a guaranteed fight was in order. They were desperately trying to make life hell for everyone else around them and Akroma most certainly couldn’t be more pleased with the fact. They were making more and more enemies by the day. And with one enemy usually came multiple. One’s mate or kin. Did they really think numbers played in their favor? Had they not thought that perhaps they were spreading themselves too thin? Clearly not as the herd didn’t stop trying to be the selfish bastards they were. Want, want, want. Is all they seemed to be about. When one becomes that power hungry is usually ends badly for them.

Sixteen point two hand bodice entered the familiar terrain. Akroma had been here a couple of times now and knew the path by heart. Her rhythm was even and collected. The Lord of Hell might have put out a battle call but if he honestly expected any of the Royals to rush to greet him then he was delusional. It was entertaining how they thought they could barge into others lands, demand to see the leaders and whomever lived inside and think there honestly might not be any form of repercussion for such a thing. They truly were the redheaded step child of the dark alliance. Thinking it was all about killing, blood, fighting and being harsh. Anyone could be nasty and cruel. It took real strength to keep your cool in some situations and think logically. Perhaps that was why they never found themselves as leaders of the Royal herd or while they never were of much importance to anyone but themselves for very long. Behaving on good terms didn’t exactly run in their vocabulary.

Duo colored orbs caught sight of her target. Vanth. The Lord of Hell might have been decent looking in his mortal days and if he wasn’t rooting for the wrong team, because now she just found him to be a total ass. How Carnevale Letale needs to entail the help of the Underworld. It could be seen as an unfair advantage, but Akroma would find her way around it. This back and forth stuff had gone on too long. Carnevale Letale wanted to play games, well Akroma had had enough. Incognito dragged her into this war blindly and without the upper hand. But now she was ready.

Bodice halted before the slightly taller structure before her. Azure and mocha orbs locked upon the beast. Attractive dial was held high upon her muscular boa and bent at the poll ever so slightly. Peach and grey striped daggers stood square and firm in the Earth’s lithosphere although her muscles beneath her semi leopard, overo canvas read that she was calm. Soft wind played with her ebon tresses, daring her to get this little play fight on the road. Patience. she mimed to the wind as Akroma allowed silence to fall between the two for a couple of moments. Finally her attractive dial dipped as she nodded to a fellow leader. Good day m’lord. I must say I find it quite amusing they call upon thee to do one’s dirty work. Can they not handle it for themselves? Or perhaps they are hoping the devil doing their bidding will bring them good luck. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. The Dark Queen remained polite and courteous despite her detest for the beast before her and the contents of others that resided within in Carnevale Letale willingly. Good move by challenging for Kida. She is dearly loved and favored by all, sure enough ye knew a responder would be here. But was it truly a smart move? Invisible eyebrow rose curiously. He now stood before her powerless. Although he was still immortal his powers have been stripped of him for this foolish battle.

Ye see, I too have been playing with my own chess board. Studying thy every move. Carnevale Letale sure does leave a lot of burned bridges might I add. Skeptically she let her orbs roll over him. These last couple months on the thrown have been far from peaceful. Akroma had been thrown into the gauntlet since day one with a King she still barely knew. He had his own interests to take care of, Maxim and Tainted Love. The semi leopard, over painted Queen did not find herself jealous, she more so felt lacking. Incognito had initiated this war without her knowledge. She then waited for some sort of instruction of what to do and what their path would be. Although she received some, it wasn’t enough. So finally the Queen took matters into her own hands. Incognito could spend his time getting reacquainted with the lovely Maxim, but the Queen was going to spend her time trying to win this war. It was love that started it and it was all the more reason as to why she believed royals should not fall in love. Their position did not hold for it. Love created weakness and it made even the most logical of thinkers weak in thinking on emotion in certain situations. Dear Vanth, are ye sure this is a battle ye wish to pursue? I am afraid that I am done playing Carnevale Letale’s games and will no longer tolerate such foolish actions. So either Carnevale Letale withdraws their needs from withdrawing under our control, or I will be forced to squash them into the ground. Both choices sound equally fun. Her lyrics were still calm, but challenging. She didn’t mind givine Carnevale Letale what it deserved. This battle no longer mattered about Kida, it had moved to a much bigger spectrum. Akroma herself was about to lie down one of her wild cards, would they be ready?



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Tag; @winter
ooc' Akroma will be accepting this battle.

Name- Akroma
Breed- 1/4 Sugarbush x 1/4 Spotted Draft x 1/4 Quarter Horse x 1/4 Arabian
Age- Three
Gender- Mare
Height- 16.2hh
Alliance- Dark Queen
Health- 100%

TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP

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Who was she? What was her purpose? Where did she belong in this world? They were all questions that remained unanswered and open ended to the pretty silver grullo contessa. She hadn't the slightest clue as to where she was supposed to be right now. Laying next to a sleeping babe? Standing besides some strong brute? Ruling over a land and subjects that depended upon her judgment? Her life was upside down and scattered as far as the eye could see. Maxim. Her name. That was the only piece of herself she had. A family? A home? A beloved? Did she have one, any, or all of them? No one had been able to give her any insight or answers as to where or whom she belonged to. For fourteen days, just a few hours shy of two weeks the femmora had been wandering from kingdom to kingdom questioning both herself and others. Maxim had nothing to show for all the miles traveled and hours spent conversing with complete strangers. None of them could tell her who she was! She wanted to scream and cry and curse the world for the memories lost. All she wanted was answer! Alas all Maxim received were more questions. Surely someone had to be searching for her out there, surely someone had to care. Maybe she shouldn't have fled from those four equines the day she had come too and awoken in that run down asylum. Maybe she should have stayed no matter how terrified and claustrophobic those crumbling stone walls had made her. Maybe then Maxim would have answers. Maybe, maybe, maybe that's all she had nowadays were fucking maybes! When would the day arise that she finally had concrete answers?

The eternally perplexed demoness would put aside her search for all those much needed answers for this day only. Today there were war drums 'pon the breeze and blood 'pon the horizon. She hadn't been personally summoned to join forces against the likes of Carnevale Letale, but the call had went out to all those who had been oppressed or wronged by they and their allies. Maxim for as much as she could recollect, which wasn't very much at all given her severe memory loss, had never been to war. She had never seen the need for it and was content to sit on the sidelines. Times had changed and though her beliefs hadn't necessarily changed, her needs had. She needed this war, she needed to fight back against those that had taken so very much from her. It was because of that big black beast of a hellion that she didn't know who she was. He and his whole pack of hooligans were the source of her current distress. And who really knew what else The Surgeon had done to Maxim that her mind was refusing to recall. Rape? The murder of someone she loved? The possibilities were endless and her stomach became sick when her mind wandered too long upon the subject. So that was why she was here in these lands of battle, they weren't at all familiar to her, but they would be before long.

The sun began to rise in the sky, soaring above the clouds and taking its' place for the hour. Now was the time to march. Maxim stirred from her position 'neath the newly budding sycamore tree. Limbs unfolded and stretched before finally gathering beneath the she-demon's perfectly curved bodice. She had stayed the night within the free realms, deciding it was far smarter a move than traveling a great distance to reach the site of this impending battle. Ebonite hooves dug into the somewhat dry terrain as Maxim pulled herself forward and toward the tension all but radiating from the north. The contessa had apparently picked the perfect place to bed down because it took her only a few short minutes of walking before the scent of others hit her nares full on. Ashen nasal passages flared taking in a pungent, almost rotten stench and the sweeter smell of another female. Other than that there appeared to be no one else. She was early, which was expected when one slept but a stone's throw away from the battle grounds. Maxim traveled another few yards before emerging from the sparse forestry and onto a vast plain. Her striking emeralds locked onto the duo toned bode of a male off aways before wandering to the resolute figure of demoness. Both held themselves with an unmistakable sense of dignity and power, that paired with their promptness lead her to believe they were the feuding ring leaders. As Maxim came closer to the pair her eyes couldn't help but linger upon what she supposed was the queen. She had been among those equines congregating in the asylum the day of her escape. A surge of both hope and slight anger bubbled within the pit of her gut, but the mare quickly shoved those feelings away for a different time and silently took her place. She stood a respectable few yards distance behind the proud matriarch, showing where her allegiance lie in this war. The pair of females were quite a sight to behold, both beautiful and both intent on the destruction of the enemy.

Name- Maxim
Breed- Andalusian x Quarter Horse
Age- 4 Years
Gender- Mare
Height- 16hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 90%

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A summons. And Respira was required to heed the call. She was not too pleased by it. Being anywhere near the Dark Royals was abhorrent for her, but she was sucking it up and dealing with it. There were more important things on the table right now, and she wasn't about to miss this for the world. Traveling to the Battlegrounds was muscle memory for her, considering the amount of times she'd traveled here. Only once had she come back with a loss. She did not intend to ever have that happen again. She breathed deeply, taking in the scents of the Battlegrounds. The fear and blood were so fragrant here. It was delicious. She passed her tongue over her lips, her eyes flashing briefly silver as she continued on. She did not exactly know where the two of them were, but she would find them eventually. There were a few equines here, fighting over one thing or another. It was odd, looking at them as an outsider. She did not know what they were fighting for. She did not know the consequences of either one of them losing. They all fought with such passion, spilling blood on the ground for their causes. Respira paused only a couple of times, briefly admiring the blows that some of the horses exchanged. It had been a while since she had exchanged blows with another equine in these lands, and she suspected that it would not be long now before she would. The muscles in her shoulders flexed at the thought. She was ready and eager for blood. She always would be. Chaos was the world that she lived in. Every member who called themselves a part of the Dark alliance craved the chaos. Peace was not the reason that she was here today. She was here to crush a threat. A ridiculous threat. She did not take declarations of war lightly. The last war that she had been in had ironically been against the Dark Royals themselves. She could still taste the blood of the Royal Princess on her tongue. She did not regret that war. That war had been necessary to fight, though her need for vengeance against Incognito would never be satiated until he was dead in the ground. But that grudge would have to be put aside for now. Now, she would crush a different enemy under her hooves and watch them scream. Respira finally arrived at the place she was supposed to. The Dark Lord himself stood there, and she could feel the power radiating from him. However, she stared at him, unafraid. Opposed to him was Akroma, the Queen of the Darks - or so she claimed. Respira did not know her well and so far had no evidence to show that she was someone worthy to rule the Dark alliance. Respira would likely never respect the Dark Royals - but again, a grudge that would be pushed aside. She also took note that Maxim had also arrived. Respira had not seen Maxim in years. She did not look well. Maxim had taken refuge in Toxin Raj some years ago, back when she and Incognito had had a fight. How ironic it was. Whatever she'd been doing, it did not seem good. Respira gave the two of them a curt nod before taking her place in beside them, looking Vanth right in the eye. She was not afraid of him nor was she afraid of the herd he so represented. If they needed the Lord of Hell to fight their battles for them, that was saying something, wasn't it? Far better to fight mortal to mortal, where both had things to lose. Name- Respira/Yvette Breed- Appaloosa x Andalusian x Arabian x Mustang x Thoroughbred Age- Ten Gender- Female Height- 16 hands Alliance- Dark Health- 100% physically - though she is three months pregnant; 100% mentally muse good count 617 notes none Speech

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There was only one reason why she got involved in the first place, she had to ensure her daughter's safety. Summer had not cared much about anything before in her life, it had never mattered before, having nothing personal to hang on to. But, now that she did... Summer didnt want to lose it. She had never envisioned herself as a mother, she had been the carefree slut with a painful past, never a mother. She had not even grown up with a mother, her mother had died giving birth. So perhaps she was not the best mother around, but at least she tried, right? And, she was trying very hard. It was perhaps the only true reason why she had decided to enter the fight. Because there was no way of avoiding it, if this war continued, her daughter's safety was severely jeopardized. And, Summer could not handle losing someone she loved, after allowing herself to feel that emotion again. She just could not bear to lose, and the only way how was to fight in this petty war. Of course, Summer didn't see how she could be of much help, but she was desperate. Along with everyone else, she guessed. It was war, a long harsh dragged out longer than needed war. It was finally time to put an end and be done with it, not give a fuck who else died or got injured, long as her daughter.. and even Caspian was safe. She didn't know if he was coming, but a part of her hoped he didn't.

She felt a certain softness towards the stallion, whatever it was. Her face was clouded with no emotion, expressionless blue eyes. She was ready for battle, prepared for anything that came her way. Yes, she was short. But, what did it matter? She would still be of some help. Being short did not bring her at a disadvantage, if she used it to her advantage. Sure, she would never be able to reach her captors throat. But, who the fuck cared? She could cause quite a bit of damage to other parts of the body. And, she was quick on her feet. Everyone overlooked those traits in short equines, and it was irritating as hell. It was just like the story of the hare and turtle, her kind were always underestimated. Summer had an advantage over everyone, even if they didnt realize it. No one expected a short mare to fight, normal mares her size would run away at the first sight of danger. But, Summer was far from normal. It had not taken her long to find the group of gathering equines, imagining they were in for a shock as she pranced her way into the group. A death glare pointed right at the afterlife beast stripped of his powers, not exactly sure what was in store. Summer had only heard about this from overhearing a conversation, she was pretty sure no one knew she even existed until today. But, now hell would break loose.

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He could feel the tension in the air around him as he stood, his crimson spheres gazing across the rolling mountainside that made his home. It wouldn't be long now before he would be bidding his terrain goodbye and leaving Lone Ridge Creek in the very capable hands of Raiden, Adora, and Gideon. These equines he had come to know very well over the past few months and he trusted them with the very thing he loved the most, but today he had other plans - bigger and more substantial things to take care of. Erathel couldn't be considered your average "light" equine. He has seen turmoil and pain, he knows what it is to suffer and what it is to yearn for another's blood on your pelt. He isn't perfect, no one is, and he's a tad bit lenient when it comes to revenge. If it were up to him he would have a lot more lights approaching things in a different manner entirely, but he wasn't here to control an alliance. He was here to help others, it was what he had been born to do, and today he would not back down from a single soul. His ebony and silver hued tassels flicked in a dismissive manner as he turned on his well rounded haunches. Robust pistons pushed the behemoth forward as he sprang into a canter; soon enough his home was completely behind him, out of sight and out of mind. His full attention was on the matter at hand and he couldn't be distracted, wouldn't be distracted. He was no idiot, he had kept a close eye on each alliance and influential herd within the past year since his arrival to Wild Equines. He knew who hated whom, and who was in cahoots with one another. He tossed his skull, meanwhile his mohawk of a mane bounced along his thick boa. Erathel couldn't be distracted, and he wouldn't be stopped today. Now mind you he most likely isn't the most intimidating guy around at fourteen hands high, but he does have quite a few advantages. His agile bodice could aid him in plenty of tricky maneuvers that heavier, taller horses would have trouble duplicating. A soft smirk flickered across his mug and he kicked his pace up a notch, today would be a victorious day, but not for those who were not deserving. For the moment he simply enjoyed the feel of the wind groping his hide and ripping his dreads away from him in wild disarray. Today was one of the biggest days in history, and he wouldn't miss it for anything! Erathel knew his exact destination as he hadn't been a stranger to the battlegrounds before. This place was like home away from home for him, something unusual in a "light equine." It's not all rainbows and unicorns, and the sorry bastards who had picked this fight would be finding that out today.

Erathel could feel the ground change considerably beneath his hooves as he slowed to a jog to help conserve energy. He wasn't rushing but he didn't want to be the last one to arrive either. He extended his limbs as he moved until finally the familiar terrain came into view. He slowed to a walk then and noted how dry the ground felt beneath his hooves. It would surely be pleased when blood would be spilled here today. With a snort he continued past a few battling equines, ignoring them as they weren't his top priority. Far off in the distance his crimson spheres locked with the familiar spotted hide of the dark Queen Akroma and he chuckled - this bitch was pretty ballsy after all! Across from her stood a uniquely colored hellhound, and upon closer inspection Erathel registered him as The Lord of the Underworld. He wanted to laugh again at this point, but he bit it back. Leave it to Carnevale Letale to have other equines do their dirty work! He strode forward quicker then, until finally he was but a few feet from the small gathering. His harks flicked backward easily and he sent a brief nod to Akroma before taking his spot beside her. He hardly recognized the others that had joined already aside from the Helkaer Respira, but he trusted that they were here for the same reasons as he. Although he had his beef with the palomino he would put it aside for another day. His strides were purposeful as he made his way forward, the stocky brute's classic dun hide looking pristine and in tip top shape. Erathel may not be the tallest, but he by far is one of the fittest. He raised his dial high, his harks flicked backward as he fixed Vanth with a cold uncaring stare. Yes he was a Versai and he was here to prove a point. You don't piss off the wrong people, and when you do there will be consequences from all angles.




Name: Erathel/Lethare
Breed: Norwegian Fjord
Gender: Stallion
Age: 7 years
Height: 14 Hands
Alliance: Light
Mental Health: 100%
Physical Health: 100%
Notes: ---
Tagged: Zohyd// @winter @dingdong @ashley + ebonite +
Muse: Pretty decent
Word Count: 900+
Status: Complete.

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INCOGNITO

Carnevele Letale. He had had his fair share of trouble with them in the past but it had been nothing like the trouble that they had stirred up recently. It was no secret that the rebellious band of noxious tyrants wanted to break away from the rule of the Dark alliance but the question was, how were they going to accomplish that feat? It was an inquiry that flitted around in his mind but no matter how he looked at it he couldn't percieve an explanation that made sense. He supposed that they could become their own "nation" of sorts but the only way for them to do so was to create inner chaos within the Dark realm itself, for rebellion wasn't taken lightly by the Overlord and he was pissed at their childish behavior. They were like young children that tested the authority of their superiors only to be scolded and put back in the corner again - and this was exactly what Incognito planned to do.

He wasn't having anymore of this shit. There had been talk on the wind of an impending war but it hadn't been fully 'initiated' except for the few small occassional battles within the Battle Fields but even those had been hardly justifiable. Alas, the actual war itself would be an awe-inspiring event in itself; something to be talked about for centuries to come, even after they were all gone. Some, of course, would survive - like those in the After Life - but for the mortals whom pledged loyalty to the war they would either simply cease to exist or they would join the inner circles of Hell or Heaven. Incognito believed in neither, thus he liked to believe that he would simply go out with a bang and his legend would live on in all that he had said and done; a leader of leaders.

Icy cerulean spheres fixated 'pon the gathered crowd as he approached the clearing, his gaze assessing each one of the individuals to ensure the situation. There were some equines here he didn't know well enough to know them by name but he could assume that they were 'pon alliance terms by their positioning against the intruder. For a brief moment his gaze settled 'pon Maxim and he felt a twinge of heartache press against his abdomin and squeeze the pliant muscle that was his heart before he shielded himself and pushed thoughts of her to the back of his mind. There was nothing he could do about her memory loss at the moment and, if anything, he should focus on the thought that it was one of the many minions of Carnevele Letale that had fucked Maxim up in the first place; for this they would be punished.

He tilted his whiskered chin toward his well-muscled chest and dipped his onyx and alabaster marked cerebrum toward Akroma in a sign of respect and support. He felt like he had neglected to be a proper King by informing her of all the details and standing beside her as this all hashed out but it was all he could do to keep everything in order on his end. He was grateful that he had a strong female companion to rule the empire beside him. He would have to pull her aside later on and get to know her later on but right now he would trust her judgment and fight alongside her as her equal; as the King and Queen of the Dark alliance.

"Akroma." Her name rolled from off the flesh of his salmon-pink tongue with ease as a hark flickered before settling back against his skull in an annoyed fashion, lost within the ebon tresses of his mane as his gaze shifted to the powerfully built figure of Satan himself; Vanth. "If Kida was to leave the safety of her home it will be under the power of her own will and because she chose to do so, not because some overpowered twat decided he wanted to stir up trouble where it shouldn't be stirred. Vanth, I'm sorely disappointed you chose to side with a dying species. A rebel is a rebel until you take away the cause to be so and the Dark Royal empire has rallied to enforce the rule of our alliance." He paused here for a fraction of a second as the impatient breath of the wind briefly tugged at the end of his forelock before he spoke again, his tones cold and flat. "Kida will not be leaving Lachlan Breck any time soon... I can guarantee you that." He spat from between clenched enamels as a low warning growl rumbled in the back of his larynx. It was do or die and he wasn't about to go down now. This was war.

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ROMEO

Ironic much? It had been a little over a year since the battle between the Dark Royals and the Helkaers themselves and here they were fucking allied up together to fight against some pussy little group that wanted to cause a little stir in the otherwise dead shit hole known as Wild Equines. Well good for them! He snarled, the darkened sound ripping from his larynx and tearing through the intangible atmosphere as his ink-tipped harks slammed flat against his scarred cerebrum in irritation. He wasn't too fucking happy with the fact that he had to co-work beside his nemesis; the Dark Royals but a deal was a deal and he wouldn't go back on it. Plus, he kind of enjoyed the fact that it was Carnevele Letale that was about to get squashed like the dirty little cockroaches they were. Oh, he was going to enjoy this - he was going to enjoy this A LOT.

A darkened chuckle took place of the snarl and vibrated his voice box as he shook out his tangled onyx locks and lifted his whiskered chin in a sign of defiance and authority, his pale hazel voids flashing with an inner fire that couldn't be controlled. He was Romeo, for crying out loud. He was a mother fucking living legend. He was the best of the best, dammit, and he was about to show the whole damn world exactly how lucky they had been in his prolonged hiatus from wreaking chaos and havoc. This whole ordeal with Carnevele Letale had released the dormant savage beast that had been inside him all of these years, hibernating until awoken again to ravage the entirety of society with the Brotherhood at his heels. They were a group to be feared; a group to be remembered, no matter what the fuck anyone thought and he would make damn sure that this was evident.

He released pent up carbon dioxide from in between his clenched, bloodied enamels and rolled his pale voids skyward before dropping them back on the group that had gathered. Well wasn't this just fun? It seemed that a hell hound had been released upon their soil straight from the pit of Hell itself. It would be interesting, to say the least. He propelled forward, his scarred muscular mahogany frame rippling as he strode purposefully into the gathering and let his gaze sweep over the entirety of the group before he stopped on Respira. A cocky smirk tipped the corners of his scarred labarums upward as he raised an invisible brow and shook his cerebrum, his tones rolling from his lips as he spoke. "What a fucking tea party this turned out to be. How's it goin'?" He spoke to Respira, using neither her Helkaer name or her given name as he silently assessed her and then slowly, nonchalantly, turned his attention to the figurine before them as he took his place beside Respira, indicating that the Helkaer Brotherhood had, indeed, sided with the Dark Royals in this upcoming battle. "So, what the fuck are we waiting for, to grow a few gray hairs and a limp in our walk? Let's get this shit started."

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Name- The Master | Deimos
Breed- Percheron
Age- Twelve
Gender- Stallion
Height- 18hh
Alliance- Helkaer | Dark
Health- 100%


Usually, Deimos would not get involved in such matters, let them all kill each other. But now was different. Now he was a Helkaer brother, and some of his other brothers had decided to fight in this war. Being the loyal sort, he was not about to let them fight this thing without him. Besides, if he didn't fight then who was to say that this petty war wouldn't spill out onto him and his lands eventually? Best to nip it in the bud right now. He couldn't risk any danger such as this coming to his new home in Lost Land in the Outlands, not with Fancy being pregnant with his first child. Protect them at all costs, that was his goal. What a fucking change she had brought to him. Before, he might have wanted to protect her while pregnant but only for selfish and self serving reasons. But now? Now he could almost say he loved her. Almost. Love isn't something he really believes in, but he did care for Fancy more than he was capable of caring for anybody, so that was saying something as he usually didn't give a damn about anybody. To think only several months ago he had been trying to get in her pants and she had turned him down at every turn, but rescuing her from the big bad equines who had thought it would be a good idea to attack her had made her see him as more than just the selfish asshole she had met, at least that is what Deimos assumed. So she finally allowed the breeding to take place, allowing him to impregnate her with his first child, a child that would be born into the Helkaer lands, to be raised as a vicious and heartless killing machine, to be strong. Who knows, maybe one day even become a Helkaer as well. But if this war wasn't dealt with now and any possible enemy dealt with then this future might never come to pass. So here he was, trying to show his support and fight now if needed to hopefully avoid future fighting, especially if it spilled into the Outlands. That wouldn't do at all. 


In truth, Deimos didn't even know the equine, Kida, who was being challenged for, he didn't really give a fuck what happened to Kida. Wasn't his problem. So why get involved? He had to get involved because he knew how these things work. A challenge is made, and then the challenger either wins or loses, but either way there is always the risk of a full out war being waged and spilling into the life he had worked so hard to build and maintain. Deimos was not about to let that happen. Plus, he just did not like the way things in the Underworld or Carnevale Letale worked, he wanted to end them before they caused any problems for him and his own. The dappled gray brute made his way for the very first time into the fighting grounds, black optics taking in his surroundings. The eighteen hand Percheron moved at a leisurely pace, like the world waited on him and nothing would happen until he got there. After a while, Deimos was able to spot a small gathering of equines in the distance. Looks like I'm last to the party. Deimos thought to himself, picking up his pace to a trot. Mane swished in the breeze, framing his facade and covering one of his eyes. His banner flicked at his rump, trying to get those pesky little blood suckers off of him. He could see the brute, Vanth, whom he had only heard hushes whispers about. The lord of Hell, supposedly. Looked more like the lord of garbage to him though, the image of Vanth standing on top of a pile of garbage crossed across his minds eye and he could not help but allow a slight chuckle to escape. He saw several equines already gathered, many of whom he did not know but some of which he had met briefly, including some of the other Helkaer's. At least he was not the only Helkaer here then. A snort escaped him, to announce his arrival. Who needs their ass kicked? He spoke quietly, a slight smirk held on his velveteen kissers. Now he just needed to watch and wait, to see what would happen.




Word Count || 745
Muse || Been better, but decent I suppose.
Notes || ---
Tagged || @winter, Zohyd//, @ashley, + ebonite +, @dingdong, @phantasm

D E I M O S

[aliyaah]

There was no way he would not be involved in this. From the moment he crossed the borders of Lachlan Breck, he had the thought in mind that he would do what it took to be worth something. He had met Incognito, agreed that he would work hard to earn his position. And now he was given a chance. This is what Caspian was made for, this is what he was trained to do. Right from a young age, he was removed from the care of his parents, his family, and placed under the control of another who cared nothing for him besides using him as his puppet. Caspian was his toy, used as a prize to others when they were good to his master. He was used as a weapon, sent to destroy those who misbehaved. The scars that littered his body showed he was a warrior, the physical proof of the past he had had - although admittedly, some were from his own punishment. Even so, Caspian had been chomping at the bit for something like this to happen. He had heard that this war was brewing, seen equines begin to disappear from behind their lines, seen their own captives of war appear behind their bars. He was certainly going to take a part. Even if he hadn't been directly contacted as of so far (which technically he had been when he had been a captive of their opponents), he wouldn't be untouched. Besides, Summer had already made her appearance here, and he wasn't letting his prize be here without him. She was his, and despite him not comprehending the sort of emotions he had towards the mare, he felt he needed to be with her. This battle was not hers, rather it was something he had dragged her in to. He had not intended for her to be a part of something such as this, but she had thrown herself into it bravely, and he couldn't help but like this part of her personality for it.

And Kida. Kida of all the equines in Lachlan Breck. Fuck it, he would take on Carneval Letale by himself if he needed to. Kida had been the first equine he had met when he had came to the land of the Dark Royals, and she had welcomed him like a friend. It had been quite an unusual event for him, as he was so unfamiliar with, well, affection of any kind. Then Incognito and Hazard had spoken of family time, and Caspian had been sent through quite the loop due to his confusion of the situation. He had expected the Dark Royals to be your typical definition of dark equines, and they weren't, but that was okay. He respected those who sat on the throne. However small a role he played in this story, he still belonged there. Who the fuck did these equines think they were. All high and mighty, pieces of shit who figured they could get away with anything. He had seen first hand their cruelty, once. Caspian had been a victim to their targeting the Dark Royals, having been stolen by the one who was apparently leading the charge. He had seen the horrors locked within their walls, the things that were most unnatural to the equine species. How could individuals like this exist? How could they be let alone? Was there not some sort of higher power that should be punishing them for their disasters? Perhaps, back when Caspian had come to Wild Equines, he wouldn't have believed in higher powers - he had suffered enough to know that there was nothing out there, nothing that could help him. However, upon his coming here and discovering the existence of the Afterlife, he maybe thought otherwise - shouldn't they do something? But oh wait, they were Carneval Letale's bitches. They didn't do their duty, they simply were Diavolo's puppets, used to further him. Morons. In any case, Caspian knew from this moment on he would never have anything to do with this terrible group of equines who thought they could "rule the world" essentially, and he would never succumb to the so-called almighty rulers of the Afterlife.

Caspian was heated, fuelled by a fire within that powered his fury. Caspian was one of the Dark Royals soldiers, and he was ready. The liver chestnut steed strode towards the group of equines gathering, eyeing their number. His sea green voids fell to the opposite side, landing upon the intruder. Speaking of the devil, here was one of the pawns now. Caspian did not know this equine himself, but that did not matter to him. The ivory patches upon his shoulders shimmered as he took each powerful step, the splashes upon his features glared at the scene before him. Long coppery whipcord trailed behind him in a silky ribbon. As he drew near to the group, he tried to make out the faces that he knew - of course Incognito, and Summer. He could recognize the queen by definition, for her beauty and stature was not unknown, and Akroma was easily spotted. None of the others he had met, however he was not surprised, for he knew that Lachlan Breck had been calling upon even their furthest of allies, utilizing what ties they had to aid them in this battle. Caspian ambled towards the ebonite arabian femme to stand beside her, casting a glance at his Summer before turning his attention back to the scene before him and waiting for the rest of it to unfold. Just how far was Carneval Letale willing to go?

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*muse - meh
*words - 944
*notes - sorry for the shitty post just had to get in here.

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Name- kalos Breed- appaloosa x gypsy vanner x quarab Age- 2 Gender- stallion Height- 16.2 Alliance- neutral Health- 100% Kalos had heard the empty threats against the dark alliance and was shocked that Incognito would allow such a thing. But as the time went by, the talk of war grew with a meeting. He was only close to being two by then and he knew if it came he would be fighting for his family. He wasn't about to let some punk try and take what wasn't his without a fight. But soon the threats came rolling in, as well as a few battles. But then he heard that somebody was trying to take his mother from her family. Where they just idiots or did they have a death wish? Shaking his head, he couldn't quite grip what was going on. Slowly he followed others to the battle field, there seemed to be a lot of others from the smell. He didn't know if the war was about to start or if it was just for show. Slowly he moved into place, looking upon the faces of the others that stood next to him. He recognized a few from the Dark Royal herd. The rest of them must have been alliances of some sort, he still wasn't sure. Snorting simply, he looked forward and saw just who they where standing against. "I don't know who you are, nor do I care. But I will say this and I will only say it once. My mother is not going ANYWHERE with a bastard like you." he spoke firmly. He made sure to make himself heard, because he a piece of this action. He was never one to fight, but this had sparked an anger in him. Hopefully everybody here was on his side, but from the sound of it he was in good hands. words 294 music still worth fighting for

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Poor choices. Choices, choices the art of being a horrid choice maker. He had sided with the side of the war that was obvious in not playing part with his interests and respects and they didn’t understand that with him on their side it was gold. Instead Gino was attacked and tried to be taught ‘lessons’. Who the fuck did they think they were? Nobody because Gino got what Gino wanted. The pact that he had set was easy, he would fight on their side though his personal relationships were up to him. If he wanted to go visit a Healker he would, he wanted to bang one he fucking would and it was nobodies buisness on what the fuck went on. His freedom had been violated and that was something that would not be tolerated. Gino had been unappreciated once in his life, beaten, broken, emotionally abused and ever since then he had swore that it would never happen again. He had been careful and curt about his alliance with Diavolo and because things didn’t seem to go down a silk road, Gino had turned on them. Let him be a traitor let him be the one that was hated, he didn’t give a fuck in the end he will be the winner of it all.

Feathered daggers traveled easily down the road to the battlefields, the scent of various presenters reaching his nares. He would be seen as a threat though a threat he would always be for everyone unless there was a pact between them all. His emeralds ran over the Queen that he had encountered with the bitch Artemisa as she summoned them up in Lachlan Blend when he was stolen. She was bold and had set a battle cry.

Others had came to back her up.

One of them was a now fatten Respira as he lightly made eye contact with her before traveling over to the ebon stag Incognito.

He listened to the words that were spoken, Kida a beautifully marked mare that had the heart of gold. A friendly one that had tried to approach them in the same meeting Akroma had came in and defended her. That was the case of all this? Why the fuck had it taken so long? A serious look was over his handsome features as he watched several come in and give their questions and opinions. The former Carnevale Letale warrior would not go unseen as his large scared ebon bodice travel among them easily. Gino was a massive stallion, one that was feared and respected. His crown turned at the eyes that were ready to pounce on him and he would take anyone on, giving them a dangerous look over as he spotted Incognito next to the Queen. Reaching a comfortable distance from Incognito he lifted his crown in the kings presence, ”As spoken, I have came to aid this battle to prove my loyalty and gain respect that will be mutual between us”, Gino told the king, frightening emeralds making contact with enraged eyes as a very slight bow of his dominate crown was given toward him. Turning his dial toward Vanth he lifted his crown, auds pinning his auds against his crown, ”Bring the baddest out to play baby”, he called with a sinister smirk over scarred muzzle.

Words: 600
Muse: Great!
Tagged: @phantasm w/ Incognito and everyone else<3
Comments: (: there he is!

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Believe it or not, Toxic had not been in a fight for a very long time. He was beginning to chomp at the bit, eager to sink his teeth into someone. He did what he was told though, he was becoming very good at following orders. He respected the Commander, the stallion had more experience than he did. But, Toxic had enough with sitting back and doing nothing. Allowing someone to get away with things, was just not Toxic's style. It never had been, blood and guts was more of his style. He wasn't most dark-hearted stallions, he didn't claim to be a dark, but his nature was more than dark, it was demonic. Why someone would even want to risk getting in a fight with him, was unknown. Toxic was beginning to guess it was because Wild Equines just didn't know him that well. He was only known because he was Helkaer, they didn't know him personally. They didn't know of the surprisingly cruel things he did in life, didn't know what his weak spot was. But, mares and fillies alike were taught to fear him, the innocent were never safe. Which was quite ironic as to why he was coming in the first place, a battle, but to also protect an innocent? He had never imagined himself doing such a thing, but Toxic knew what his cause for fighting was. And, that was to teach Carnevale Letale a lesson. His nostrils flared, showing the very pinks of them. He moved at a medium pace, making sure not to use up all of his energy. The smell of blood and death filled his nostrils, causing a smirk to appear on his face. He was in his comfort zone, where he didn't have to play nice. He could be mean as he wanted to, no consequences. It was a war zone, shit was about to get real. The battlefield was cracked, and no signs of water. It was made for war, even if it was nonintentional. But, Toxic didn't care what the place was made for, he was here to fight. He was expected to do his duty, and that was that. He noticed the gathering of equines almost right away, it was hard to miss. The majority of equines gathering were on the Dark Royal and Helkaer side, prepared to take Carnevale Letale down. What he found funny was that the herd needed someone to fight for them, and seemingly couldnt fight their own battles. Instead they got the afterlife involved, just proving how wimpy they actually were. Toxic had enough with their bullshit, and was more than ready to finish it. He hardly thought Carnevale Letale had enough to fight all the allies of Dark Royals and Helkaers stepping in, there was no way around it, they were going down. It was just like a child being disciplined, and Toxic was a good punisher. He snorted loudly, letting his presence be known to the rest. He recognized all of his fellow brothers, all of them prepared to fight. He was one of the smaller Helkaers at sixteen point three hands, but he was just as menacing. Height had never been a problem, when he still managed to win his battles. The scars covered his pelt, the scars spoke for themselves. "Its a pity really that they can't fight their own battles, I suppose the party will just have to continue without them, won't it?" His gaze was cold and merciless, prepared for the afterlife leader to make his move. Words: 603 Muse: Good Notes: Bleh Name: Toxic Age: 5 yrs Breed: Quarab Height: 16.3 hands Gender: Male Alliance: Dark/unallianced Health: 100%

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There was a war call to be heard in the air and it was a call that Enmity could not ignore. This would be it, the end all to this was. Or what some felt could be an end all for this particular war. Enmity? She didn't give a shit either way. Busy here or busy there it didn't really matter. No matter the outcome she was still going to be angry and hate pretty much everything the world had to offer. Many equines thought it was exhausting to be so angry all the time but the roan mare knew no other way to function. Anger was what fueled her now, then, and forever. She would live on day after day to piss on the world. Why was a mare so apt to hating everyone and everything even joining in on this war? The answer was simple. Even though she was so fueled by her hatred, Enmity was fiercely loyal to her herd leader, Respira. It was the golden war maiden that the aging female beast was following into battle. This war held no true meanin to the varnished blue roan mare but she would fight to protect her leader for only a couple of reasons. The first was loyalty. Enmity would never disobey an order from the golden warioress; then there was the fact that Enmity was the beta of Toxin Raj. This meant she was obligated to participate just by her association with the Helkaer. Backing out would mean a demotion for sure and that was not something Enmity wanted at all. it would make the perpetually angry mare even angrier if that was even possible at all. Now that was truly a mystery.

It hadn't been long at all since she was last setting her sight upon the blood soaked land of the Battleground. her single functioning eye scanned the area as she walked but there was no missing where the action was going to take place since there was already a gathering of horses. So far it didn't look as if she had missed anything so her pace remained a slow yet steady walk. Enmity knew she was at a disadvantage with only having one fully function eye, then there was the fact that her left ear no longer moved. She could hear just fine out of it but, due to her last battle she could not longer adjust it to where the sounds were coming from. Ironically she now had to rely upon her half missing right ear for such an action. Enmity looked like something from a tale made to scare young foals into listening and that was something she was perfectly fine with. The older mare wasn't fond of foals at all and those who knew her knew this fact very well. At fifteen point two hands high Enmity was easily a candidate for the shortest horse at the party; yet another disadvantage, but yet again not a single f*ck was to be had by her. The temperamental mare walked with head held high but she said nothing as she took her place beside her herd leader and looked around at the gathering of horses. It seemed all of the Helkaer leaders were here sans two of them. The father and son duo were both currently prisoners of Carnevale Letale so she wasn't expecting them to be here. She snorted angrily at the fact she had lost her battle for Trip's freedom. Perhaps this would alleviate some of that frustration. It was highly unlikely but nothing in this world was impossible and she was proving that. Everyone thought she would never tolerate the thought of almost enjoying the company of another and yet the thought had crossed her mind. Screw Khalith and his annoying ability to get under her skin. The varnished mare tilted her head so that her clouded grey eye saw the faint shadow of Respira and ever so slightly nodded her head in a subtle display of respect. Her sparse tail snapped in the air nearly slicing the tension that was building around them in the process. She wouldn't be able to just stand here for long. Enmity wanted to get the ball rolling sooner rather than later.

Name- Enmity
Breed- Appaloosa x Quarter Horse
Age- 9 years
Gender- Mare
Height- 15.2hh
Alliance- Helkaer
Health- 65%- virtually blind in right eye, immobile left ear, left front leg (knee) is sore from previous battle, injury at the base of her left ear is slightly infected and oozing slightly.


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Name- Vanth
Breed- Tennessee Walking Horse x Bavarian Warmblood x American Quarter Horse
Age- Immortal - Lord of Hell
Gender- Stallion
Height- 17hh
Alliance- Dark/Underworld
Health- 100% - this is an afterlife vs. mortal battle so he does not have any special powers.




It did not take long for someone to come forward and meet him at the battle field. Ebony rimmed harks twitched in mild amusement as it appeared to be Akroma that was making her way to him. Ah, finally. The Devil chuckled as everything that had occurred up until now played out within his crown. From Carnevale Letale’s conception and establishment, their rebellious nature was bound to cause some sort of disturbance in society before too long. With the Elder Queen’s resentment and hostile tastes toward the Royals and the Helkaers, as well as pretty much every other organization within Wild Equines that looked down upon them for their life style and behavior, it should not have come as a surprise that war was an option to them. The Dark Royals, in Vanth’s opinion, should have tried to do something about their existence long before now however it seemed as though the fools were not that intelligent. If they had been, things would have been different although, Carnevale Letale was built upon an iron will toward revolution and some of society’s worst kind resided there. Vanth was not honestly sure who would come out on top of this war since both sides had around equal numbers but if his eternal mistress, Asmoday, was anything like those who lived there, he knew for a fact that Carnevale Letale was determined to dig in for the long haul. There was not a lot that anyone could threaten them with at this point to deter them from pursuing the war either. Carnevale Letale rarely backed down from anything unless it was in their best interest. Thus far throughout their existence, they had wisely chosen their battles and their efforts of retaliation. Would their luck hold up? Only time would tell honestly.

At this point, Akroma was now standing before him and she began to run her Old English style mouth which was quiet honestly the most annoying thing that Vanth had ever heard. ’Your high class eloquence speaks very little for your lack of brilliance, m’dear. But you’ll carry on like this as much as you want, you ignorant twat.’ The abrasive thought rolled around within his think box but he did not speak. She had something important to say, or at least in her opinion, so he let her continue. Crimson occuli shifted almost in a bored manner as she prattled on about her thoughts on the war and her thoughts toward Carnevale Letale. Yeah, yeah, yeah. It was always the same bullshit coming from a different mouth. They could bitch and moan all they wanted to though. Carnevale Letale had jumped ahead of them on the alliances since they had one of their soldiers sacrifice their own soul as well as their next two spawn’s souls to Utopia in trade for assistance from both afterlife realms. Yet the Royals, Helkaers, and Versai could only depend upon mortals for help. Oh well, the fools will eventually wake up and realize their pristine dream of a picture perfect reign without resistance is coming to a swift and bloody end. It was at this time that Akroma offered an ultimatum for those in Carnevale Letale to either withdraw their intentions of war or fear the efforts to squash them. HA! This broad was such a comedian! ”Miss, I am having a hard time believing that you all are giving up already. Is war not as enjoyable for you all as it is for us? If so, then clearly the stamina of our ‘menacing’ and ‘temporarily insane’ and ‘authority empowered’ Royals concludes that you are not all you are cracked up to be!” A sly grin tugged at his ebony muzzle as he replied. ”I am not the king so I cannot speak for all of them myself but, I believe they will continue their onslaught, which has yet to really commence quite honestly.” It was at this moment that several more equines disturbed the horizon as they headed their direction.

The seventeen hand Devil lifted his gaze to them momentarily before returning his gaze to Akroma, ”Did you feel like you needed back up in case this fight turned south for you? This is why little girls do not belong on the front lines.” The insult roughly left his mouth before the approaching figures appearances became clearer. The insolent broad had apparently summoned half of her allies. Well, if that was the case then he could do the same. ’Asmoday, my darling, I am sure you are watching this from Below. Transcend into the minds of those we love and direct them here. Their time to defend their revolution has come! Empty the bowels of the Underworld upon the earth and command our armies from your death emblazoned helm as I am powerless here. May the odds be in your mother land’s favor.’ Regardless of their location, earth or Hell, Asmoday and Vanth had an unbreakable thought connection. She would send them, he was sure of it. For now, he could entertain the soon to be dead. ”How precious of you all to show up and watch each other die! Your victors will be arriving shortly.” A soft snort left his nostrils as he waited for the rebuttal of the children before him to begin.

However some insolent equine spoke up about how he, Vanth, appeared to be fighting this battle for Carnevale Letale. Were they all just that god damned stupid? Crimson spheres rolled irritably before he shot the unintelligent speaker a sneer, ”You all really know how to pick the ones born without brains, don’t you? I am not fighting in place of anyone. I am the one who wanted Kida. I am the one who initiated the battle because it’s my intention --- not theirs. My purpose for this has been made clear already but you all seem to be so incredibly up your pretentious asses that you cannot hear anyone else except your mindlessly blubbering selves, I will say it again. I proposed the challenge for Kida’s freedom to then gift Carnevale Letale with her as their slave or servant. Hell if I know what purpose she will have there. All of that aside; she is to be the Underworld’s gift to Carnevale Letale for their efforts against the lot of you, you arrogant and idiotic fools.” The brute snorted before adding in a bitter tone, ”I know equines with something close to Asperger’s that have more talent in understanding and listening that you all do. However, why should I expect you lot to even know what that is.” Ivory slashed claret blades shrugged in distaste of the individuals surrounding him at the moment. How in Hades’ name could there ever be this many groups that were so dense? It was such a pity. Perhaps he should lessen the complexity of his sentences for them to be kinder. Clearly the intelligence level of those they were working with were less than deplorable.

word count | 1,156
muse | good
character | vanth
notes | none
proposed battle terms | vanth is challenging for kida's freedom to hand her over to CL as a slave. no word maximum, five days to respond between posts, 2 hits, and 1 dodge.

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L U C I F E R

there's nowhere to hide, no way out alive,
i'll eat your heart, i'm a monster !

Name- Diavolo
Breed- Shire x Friesian x Belgian x Vladimir Draft x Gelderlander x Tennessee Walking Horse x Schwarzwalder Fuchs x Irish Draught
Age- Six - Immortal
Gender- Stallion
Height- 19hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 100%
Mental Health- 100%

A short time after Vanth had ascended to the mortal realms, Asmoday sent a gargantuan cloud of shadow demons to summon his presence from his violent circle. The eerie sense of urgency sent with them was unnerving. Something could not have happened already? Unless the fools… Son of a bitch. The great black beast snarled in response to the immediate flare of fury that spiked through his dead vessel. The Lord of Violence felt the suspended call out to his brother and those within his kingdom to enter the battle field immediately upon the contingency of an all-out war. A ghastly laughter left his lungs as the war demon reveled in the shiver of sanguine excitement that now flooded through him. The glories of the Underworld would devour them and spit the remnants of their weak souls back out for the minions to taunt for eternity! The steady thrumming of power laden anticipation rattled his bones and fire plumes danced around his limbs.

Golden orbs widened as his jaws parted to release a deafening bellow to those in the ranks of the Underworld, WAKE UP YOU SLEEPING DEVILS AND TITANS! Your quiet slumber is over, rise to the Surface and create graves for our enemies as you make your presence known! Paint yourselves with the blood of the fallen, sport armor and crowns of their bones, and send them to their graves with their entrails dressed upon them like holiday bows for us to open our hellish gifts in our memories!” The Lord of Violence commanded from his post as thousands of winged devils and minions sang out the war cries of the vengeful dead. There would be no rest for the vile and wicked now. The dream of revolution and separation was alive and banging upon the door of victory, Lucifer was sure of it. Carnevale Letale’s resources totaled somewhere close to fifty battle ready warriors with enough trust in their faithful king and their cause to do as asked without questioning it. Lucifer was one of those, even though he served the Sinful King. He had given Diavolo hell long enough, now it was time for Lucifer to create an eternal hell for his brother’s enemies.

’Asmoday, draw out the spawn of our allies from their graves and breathe eternal life into their lungs. Draw your brothers, Samael, Josef Mengele, and Priest up from their eternal rest! Awaken Warfarin, Djavul, and my sisters!’ The war beast then ascended into the mortal realm and galloped toward Carnevale Letale to ensure his brother was summoned. The identical twin to the present king thundered toward the cast iron gates as embers reddened against his hide but did not burn him. Dinner plate sized knives left hollowed impressions in the dirt with the immense weight forcing his vessel forward at a dangerous rate of speed. Various equines were already preparing for the trek to the battle field and many had adorned themselves with the typical dress of those in Carnevale Letale. Golden gaze scanned the buildings and surrounding areas for his walking reflection before spotting him descending the mountain side as he finished a rallying speech. ”Brother! Come quickly, our time has come to shred Wild Equines of every ounce of false dignity that these wretched Royals and Helkaers and Versai have given it! Let us show them what it looks like when gods go to war!” His guttural lyrics left his larynx with utter glee as his brother galloped down to him.
”Lucifer..why are you here?” Diavolo’s tones came quickly but they were not expected. ”What do you mean why am I here?! War is here! Everything you have been striving to make happen out of this has come to be! I won’t stand on the side lines and let you fight alone. When you asked for the Underworld’s help, we meant it. Besides, how else am I supposed to show you that I’m proud of you for the first time in your life?”

Gravelly laughter echoed out between the twins before Diavolo turned and summoned his harem to follow. Certain individuals were given with preemptive tasks to do before arriving at the battle field at a later time before the twins spun around upon branded limbs and pushed on toward the battle grounds. Lucifer ran alongside his twin as some of Diavolo’s gargantuan guards flanked them. The remaining equines formed a half circle around them and behind them which eventually became bigger and bigger. Equines seemed to be pouring out of the wood work just for this. Asmoday had not indicated how many of the opposition were present but Carnevale Letale alone was about to sport at least twenty. Then there were their allies from the Underworld, Amdusias Isles, and a few others. Lucifer felt absolutely no fear for the opposition, even with their numbers. None of them were any formidable threat of any kind. None of them mattered. They were just obstacles in their way and Carnevale Letale would dismantle their reputations and force them into obscurity. How ironic would it be; for a dark main land to overpower the Royals, the Helkaers, and the Versai after all three entities claim to be elite and infallible? The opposition could aspire to be better than Carnevale Letale but the truth was, they never would be. Battle after battle, minus Zacky’s recent loss of Rigor Mortis, the revolutionary side proved to be much more prepared for war than the other. It did not come as a surprise to Lucifer that this is how things had turned out to be thus far though.

The immortal overlord crested the hill to the battle field just a bit before Diavolo did and when his gaze settled upon the roughly twenty horses down below, his temper snapped. Incognito, Romeo, Akroma, Contagion, and the rest of the shitty Helkaers and the entire circle jerk’s population were there. And Vanth, of course, was in the middle of all of it. Diavolo’s abrupt stop beside him sent Lucifer sliding deep into the soft earth on his hind limbs as he refused to leave his brother’s side. The rest of the harem lined up upon the crest of the hill as they sneered down at the opposition. Lucifer glanced over at his twin for a moment, ”More support is on the way. What do you want to do?” The answer was already known though. A sick grin deformed his maw as he watched his sibling’s harks slowly turn and disappear beneath his mane. ”From Millford Experiments and Engineering Base to freedom and to war, I will not leave your side brother. If they want to fight us all, we will slaughter them like the filthy pigs that they are.” All his brother had to do was say the word and it would be done. The Lord of Violence snarled lowly under his breath before his mortal brother began to stalk down the hill, "Come." Diavolo commanded as he led his armada down to the war zone. These fools were here to witness their end and the destruction of their reputation and purpose. Carnevale Letale would never back down from this. Lucifer followed without hesitation with a sly grin upon his mug. After this war was over, the Underworld could then begin their own war against the same individuals. This is why alliances should be chosen carefully!


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Forgotten was such a dirty term; but unfortunately, it was her reality. She had been so content with her home. Phantasmagoria had been good to her, Romeo had been good to her, the whole freaking Helkaer Brotherhood had been good to her. But they had also discarded her like trash, she had been stolen and they probably didn't even notice her absence. They had certainly made no effort to return her to her home, and now they would be faced with the consequences that were about to be unleashed on their asses. A frustrated gust of air was expelled from her gullet as the minx stood alone in Carnevale Letale, relishing in the grotesque beauty. She had changed since being enslaved 

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Name- Heavenly Lullaby
Breed- American Quarter Horse
Age- 9 years
Gender- Mare
Height- 16hh
Alliance- Light(primarily but prefers to live in dark lands)
Health- 100%

Pissed wasn't even a strong enough word to describe how she felt right now. Lullaby had been a quite creature since she had first stepped hoof on the lands of Wild Equines. She had been made a queen, bore children, made friends and allies, and not once made a rumble anywhere. Now all of that was shot to shit as rage burned deep within her. It was something she had never known in her entire life because there had never been a need for it. Lullaby was a calm horse; she took everything life threw at her in strides. Deep down the golden mare knew that if push came to shove she would rise above it all and show the world that light horses weren't all sunshine and roses. It had always been a thought but she had never wanted it to be made into a reality because she knew what would be the trigger- the security of her herd and her children. The Zoo had been destroyed and she knew it had been because Diavolo had found out she was allies with the Helkaer. Then she had moved her herd to a little sub-herd under Dark Woods without a fuss because that was the smart thing to do. She didn't want to make any waves. So long as her herd was safe she was fine with whatever happened to her. Just as they had gotten settled in at Shadow Grove, Dark Woods had been taken over and Contagion had decided that a light mare shouldn't lead a sub-herd which meant that they were once again homeless. This war had cost her two stable homes and the fact that her two sons were only months old made her that much more furious about the entire situation. As soon as she had heard about this battle and what might happen Lullaby knew she couldn't turn a blind eye anymore. This war needed to end and she wanted to be there for it in any way shape or form. While she was gone, the golden mare had left Voodoo in charge. The odd and creepy stallion had stayed by her side for a few years now and she didn't doubt him the slightest. There would be no worries about her herd while she prepared herself for battle.

Bjorn snickered demonically from somewhere to her left. She turned her elegant tiara but, of course, he was nowhere to be seen. Her ghostly enemy wanted to see her fail in battle even though he rooted for no one. Bjorn was just an angry bastard who had taken to haunting every second of her life because apparently he hadn't tortured her enough while ha had been alive. Each step she took was filled with purpose and desire. She wanted to hear the screams of her enemies in pain because she knew it was one less creature to harm her herd. The Battlefield was not a place she had even been to but it was a place she knew exactly how to get to; this land was notorious for many obvious reasons. As she entered the land it was evident where this grand battle would be taking place because there was already a decent sized gathering formed. The normally gentle golden mare didn't know a single soul here. Yes, she was allied with the Helkaer but her strongest tie was with Disneyland Acid Trip and his daughter Hidden Marionette.The lack of familiar faces wasn't a deterrent for her and she walked right to the front line. She wasn't going to hold back but she would be lying if she said she wasn't even the slightest bit scared. Her heart was beating at an increased rate but her normally soft and gentle brown eyes were hard and emotionless. What would the other lights have to say about her? She knew there would be some Versai here but she didn't know who was who but it was obvious who she was fighting against. Let the battle begin was all she could think of right now.


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