WARNING: mentions of violence, strong language, and sexual assault.
Sunlight gleamed across the landscape, butter rays illuminating the heavens in brilliant shades of marmalade and champagne. Spring was in full accent, as the world around had begun to blossom and come back to life, yet there was still a chill to the morning air, a bite that reminded the world that there was a death in the seasons, a cruel juncture that separated the strong from the weak, and brought the world into a new life every new year. Nasal cavities flared, drawing in the deep oxygen as he pulled the scents that were both familiar and not, the workings of a harem that had been placed. Only one rang a bell within his grey matter, the scent of Allocen, the buttered and raven crested bitch that had once been his captive, released by his own vices with a simple excuse of her attitude. She had seemed to buy it, as simple minded a creature as she was, when he had simply released her to the confines of her homeland with nobody to come home. Evangaline was settled well into the dungeons of Lachlen Brek, and Sephora had gotten Aurora settled nicely as well, waiting for the trade of the steel gray behemoth that had murdered The Surgeon, a price to pay for Kraken whom had wanted justice to be served. It had only been icing on the cake that Elazear, one of their newest lead stallions, had managed to snag Allocen's youngest son, bringing him into the clutches of the royals as well. He had no doubt that the butter painted bitch was seething at the turn of events, but she had yet to reappear, at least not in Lachlen Brek. In a turn of events it had been Cadence whom had come looking for the young tyke, though the mahogany behemoth was still trying to piece together those events to see how they all played into one another.
It wasn't this turn of events that drew the gargantuan czar into the land of the Versai, however, as his saffron lanterns cast backwards to look upon the charge that followed him, the crimson vixen notorious for her temper and her ruthless cunning. His grey matter screamed at the site of her, as every fiber in his skeleton wanted to lock into place, to flea the situation that was laid before him, as his mind reveled at what had occurred, what he had done. The barbarian could not wrap his mind around it, couldn't bring himself to believe he was capable of stepping to a level of such pathetic ability, and yet he had done it. The warning flare stripped through his brain again, sounding like a gong as he let it echo over and over in his brain, "the more you loose control, the more you will loose yourself." The possession had taken its toll, his years of suffering beneath the cunning of his grandsire, Shayton, the times he had blacked out and come back to his senses remembering nothing.. It was all coming back. The ceremony that had crested his visage with the tribal markings, the witches warning that rang through the night oxygen. Shayton would become him should he continue to loose himself into the seething rage, the burning pit of molten flame that swirled and eddied within the edge of his barrel. The proof was following behind him. He tore his gaze away from her, ensuring she was still following, that the ivory pedaled flowers of angel's trumpets were still doing their job, still circulating through her circulatory system enough that she would be to the point of lucid, and yet not, as they slipped deeper and deeper into the heart of enemy territory.
His plan was being executed, though smoothly was not a term he would have used for it, as he realized that Sly was here, she was under his semi-control, if you could call her drugged state such a thing. He had not planned on Eleazar stealing Allocen, though he supposed it was a fitting timing considering. He had notified Sephora of the doings, of his plans here today, and she had set off immediately to help El keep the saffron and raven crested vixen busy, away from her lands with her water abilities. Guards had notified them of the challenge she had issued, and the devastation that she had laid waste to within Ittudale with her powers, but for the time being he was going to have to put that to the side. There was unfinished business, and he was going to remind her that the world she lived in did not bow to her feet, she did not get a free pass because she thought herself invincible, untouchable. A snarl slithered up the larynx of the gargantuan, threatening to tear away at his muzzle, to free itself into the world around him. He had planned this from the start, though he had not planned on the defiling that he had caused the crimson damsel, the feral rage that had slithered into his blood, the acts of which his grandfather would have done, when he had taken her as if she was nothing more then a piece of meat. That was not him, it was not something he did, and yet it would be if he would allow himself to be lost so easily in the depths of that burning rage. He knew there would be hell to pay, and that he had just caused enemies with a faction that had already disliked him, but he was willing to take the punishment that came with that, with the fact that he had assaulted her in ways he could never have imagined.
Once they were settled within the belly of Lyacor, well away from the harem that resided here, leaving them the option to flee should they need, did he stop his pace dead in its tracks, turning to face the cardinal vixen that had followed behind him. His fight was not with the people that resided here, and he would not trap them to a doom that had been caused by their high priestess. Knowing she was on the other side of the realm battling with one of his court, and not here to save her people. He would start it here, in the center, to let it burn its way outward, so those that were able could flee and avoid the death that would be promised. He looked upon the his charge as she had followed him deeper into the belly of the beast, albeit unwillingly, though the angels trumpet should have caused her to be docile enough he could deal with her. Until she realized what he had done that was, or did she already? Did she know and was waiting like the viper that she was to hit him where he was most crucial? Saffron orbs lingered upon her flesh, as he felt the shame flood his system, covering him from head to toe just at the site of her, though he steeled his visage, placing the royal facade upon his mask. There would be hell to pay, and he would walk into the fire and burn for the atrocity that he had committed. He focused upon the vixen, letting his words slip free from his muzzle, letting them burn against the landscape before him as they slithered into the consciousness of the world.
"Let this always be a reminder that you are flesh and blood, that you are mortal, and that the pedestal you put yourself upon is nothing but that of ash. Let my name forever strike within your heart that you are not a god Sly, that you can be defiled just like any other bitch in this world." His tones slithered from his muzzle like poison, as the facade he placed over his body came shattering through the reality. He hated every word of it, hated himself for being it, but what was done was done, and he had committed it. He didn't care what she thought of him, no he didn't care what the world thought of him, but he did care with the fact that he would carry the guilt and shame of what he had done with her deep within his barrel, for the rest of his life. It was something he would never let her know, never show the outside world, but deep within he would burn for it, and he was going to set himself into eternal flame for it as well. However on this moment, this time, he needed to her to burn, he needed her lethal rage to fly from her bones into the world. He wanted the Versai to remember that they could play with water, but Zephyr played with fire....
status - complete word count - 1465 muse - good tagged -aliyaah notes - I hope that is okay? if not let me know I can edit whatever you need me to about Sly. I tried to make it as vague as possible in her 'following him'. lyrics - hail to the king by avenged sevenfold
The world she was seeing was not the one that she knew. As she walked, she stumbled - her surroundings spun, making it difficulty for her to navigate her ways forwards. When her eyes attempted to focus on her surroundings, she was unable to discern the shapes she was seeing... they were all a blur. Colours swarmed her chaotically, all melting together to make those which she had never seen. The sounds that filled her ears attempted to drive her towards insanity, beginning as a whisper, but not a moment later becoming an undeniable screech. She would squeeze her eyes shut and grind her teeth, trying to make herself focus, trying to make it all go away... but every time she opened her voids once again, it was all the same. A world of catastrophe twirling in front of her, hysteria having consumed her. The only thing that she could make sense of during that time was Zephyr. Her hatred for him was so strong that he was what she was able to make out, despite her poisoned mind. It was he that she followed hopelessly, frantic to not lose him, to lose her chance to make him pay for what he had done to her. She had no idea how long she struggled to keep up with him, or even how far he had actually made them travel. For all she knew, she was still floundering her way around Lachlan Breck. Little did she know that they had gone far beyond the borders of the Dark Kingdom. But she dragged herself after him, trying to muster what little energy she still had in order to not lose sight of the ludicrous king. And then, he stopped. And so did she.
He turned back to her. "Let this always be a reminder that you are flesh and blood, that you are mortal, and that the pedestal you put yourself upon is nothing but that of ash. Let my name forever strike within your heart that you are not a god Sly, that you can be defiled just like any other bitch in this world." The hated that filled her following the words that were spewed in her direction was almost unbearable. It consumed her so completely and demanded release, to the point where Sly had become uncontrollable. For a moment, just a mere second, Sly was able to focus herself on just a sliver of reality - and that reality was Zephyr. That this beast, this poor excuse for a man, truly stood before her. She saw nothing aside from him, had no other sense of her surroundings. How dare he. How dare he. How fucking dare he do such a thing to her, and then throw it in her face, as if she was nothing. He knew she wasn't nothing, just as the world knew it. She had proven herself time and time again that she was a powerful force within this universe, and she god damn had enough of Zephyr pretending otherwise. She had come to accomplish more than he ever would, the miserable, feeble beast. She was fucking tired of reigning her anger and viciousness in, trying to remain civil. She was tired of pretending that she wasn't a more vile equine, living on the edge, constantly fuelled by her hatred. He had pulled out the hatred within her, and she wouldn't hold back any longer. She would fucking show him that he was dead wrong. And she would make him suffer for it.
"I WILL KILL YOU." The words came out as a scream from within, from the most desperate side of herself. The words came with a spat, and her voids were wide and wild. She had been taken to a place where she was no longer remotely manageable, and he was about to feel the wrath because of it. Had she been of better senses, perhaps in better control of her mind and body, and not having just endured such physical pain... she would have immediately thrown herself into battling further with him, making sure this time that there battle was brought to a different kind of end. Instead, she directed what energy she had towards a different kind of power, that which she had not asked to use in a long, long time. It was different now, when she turned her focus inwards, calling out to those who had ultimately provided her with this power. This would be the first time that she had attempted to use her fire since their separation from the Afterlife ties, and if she was in a better state of mind, she perhaps would have wondered if it was going to be any different. But Sly had no thoughts other than the fucking piece of shit before her, the one that she wanted so desperately to suffer. And it was with this thought in mind that she directed her desires forwards and towards him - calling upon the river for fire, wanting to watch him burn.
WORDS: 800+ MUSE: alright! NOTES: NEED A ROLL FOR THE USE OF FIRE.
The dice has been rolled to see the extent of the Helkaer's power. It has come up as a ten. (roll)
With a land full of spring grass and evergreen trees, they are quick to light aflame. The fire sparks among the dead grass left from winter and quickly catch the newer grass ablaze. The flames spread quickly to the dried needles of the evergreen forest floor. From there, the fire spreads through the dry evergreen border, using their sap as fuel to burn uncontrollably. The forest will be decimated, leaving behind charred remains of fallen trees and some stark white trunks. As the fire sweeps across the grass, it will only serve as kindling and become simply fields of ash. The only area to survive the burn will be the lake itself, though the waters will become murky as they fill with soot and ash.
Post by รɦσ૨ƭყ (hiatus) on May 12, 2020 14:10:27 GMT -7
Royal flames will carve a path in chaos Bringing daylight to the night (night) Death is riding into town with armor They've come to take all your rights Hail to the king, hail to the one Kneel to the crown, stand in the sun Hail to the king
Saffron lanterns were intent upon the cardinal damsel, watching the lethal viper even in her drug induced state. He was not stupid enough to under estimate her, especially not now. Shame washed over the barbarian czar in waves, as if the ocean of it was swelling around him, threatening to drown him beneath the depth of their pressure. Yet he held himself firm, seemingly neutral facade locked in place as he spewed the words that he hoped would be her undoing, that would shatter whatever control he held that power under, and ignite the world below them to cinders. "I WILL KILL YOU." There was a ferocity to those lyrics that even he had not witnessed before, as she seemed to dive face first into that power, sinking below the line of life and death, and free falling into the embers that were her. The catalyst of power that exploded from her was enough to take the behemoths breath away, and he bucked wildly sideways to avoid the bright ivory blast of lightning like flame that exploded from her bodice, narrowly escaping with singe marks littering across his facade, his bodice. The blast that was meant for him, to obliterate him into nothing more then ash upon the breeze. Had her target met her true mark, he was not sure that they would have even found bones of his bodice once more, the sheer heat from that wave of blaze echoing off the landscape around him. Though he would never admit to it, a pulse of fear coursed through the spinal column of the behemoth, as he watched that power slam into the dry, spring foliage around them, and began to spread with an intensity and heat that would rival the underworld. The blaze was so brilliant, so thorough, that it would wipe away the existence of the land, and with it, any trace that he had been here with the cardinal vixen before him. Interesting, to see if she would admit that it was he that set her ablaze, or if she would claim the blast for solely herself, depending on what story it was she was going to try and spin from this.
Saffron lanterns capped back upon the wine-doused tiara, the ivory splashed markings and the fresh turned soil. He felt another pulse of shame shudder through his body, and it took everything he had to clamp down upon his salmon hued snake, to stop the vomit of words from his larynx apologizing to the vixen. She would never understand, and why would she? Why should she? He had done something to her that would forever mar her existence, something he had swore up and down he would never do regardless of his views upon the dark alliance, regardless that he lead some of the most ruthless equines in existence. He would make himself pay for what he had done to her, in his own way, as soon as everything was finished here, as soon as everything was set into motion, for he knew that there was going to be serious consequences to pay, once the Helkaer deemed to do what they wanted in order to repay him for what he had done. "My work here is done.." He murmured, before eyeballing the ever growing blaze once more. Fibers catapulted within the mahogany bastard, sending him careening back in the direction of his homeland, away from the growing blaze at this time. He did not tell Sly he had dispatched messengers, did not tell her that her precious Lazorath was being notified of her location, where he could find her, and instructed that she would need help getting back to Oinaze. He did not advise her of anything, as he slipped into the foliage, halting his procession, and settled in to wait, to see just exactly it was he was going to be hunting from here on out.....
status - complete word count - 0651 muse - okay tagged -aliyaah notes - sorry its shit lyrics - hail to the king - avenged sevenfold
Pure, primal rage filled through the gargantuan behemoth, seething from the very core of his existence into his capillaries, flooding his immune system with adrenaline. Fibers shifted across his skeleton system, pulling taunt and propelling his seventeen point two hand frame with tremendous power, speed an ally due to the thoroughbred heritage that sung within his bodice, his veins. His brain screamed in rage, snarl's echoing through his windpipe into the atmosphere as he pushed harder, faster, not bothering for his own safety in the treacherous terrain that was the red desert, the land that separated his homeland from the rest of the world, not bothering through the canyon that lead into the heart of the sisterhood, the band that was sworn enemies of his home, of his people. Chaotic energy exploded from him as he dove faster, pushing his skeleton to the point that it screamed in protest, his sapphire and ivory laced hide were near night black as the sweat that clung to his frame, his emerald lanterns were like living embers of a jade fire, the ivories of them rolling outwards to expose the utter psychosis that now reached through his grey matter, clawing at his subconscious further and further. He had failed her, he had not prevented her from being stolen, and now he was finding out via a messenger that she was in the Versai land? That she would need help home? What had they done to her? What had they done that left such a powerful vixen in need of help? The messenger could not, or would not tell him, only repeating the message over and over, until his blood had heated to a boil, till his mind had warped and he had snapped, any sort of control he may have had unleashed upon the behemoth that had come to the land of Oinaze with such worthless information. He had not wasted time in dispatching him, sucking the life from his windpipe until his crimson life-source had spilled against the barren terrain, splattering down the maw, mandible and breast bones of the behemoth.
Dark merlot coloring still lingered across his bodice, staining his sweat covered frame a deeper hue, drying across his muzzle as he propelled himself deeper and deeper into the heart of his enemy. SLY!? His breathe was ragged, his words plundered the oxygen with pandemonium as panic began to flood him. Where was she, where was she, where was she? He slammed his body to a stop, daggers creating long jagged marks as they clung to the topography to halt his forward assault on the world. Triangular shaped harks flickered around the top of his skull piece, swinging it frantically around and around. Why didn't he think to bring Siavash, Nemesis? He hadn't even thought of the two lethal mares until now, until he was almost in the belly of the beast and having no idea where the damsel could be. FUCK. He spat against the ground, tendons screaming in protest as he snapped his fore daggers into the oxygen, snapping them back against the useless topography once more, before it hit him. The deep, acidic tang of smoke hit the gargantuan like a freight train, snapping his attention southward from himself. The thick, charcoal fume began to plunder upwards, growing with size as the dry land began to set itself ablaze, drawing itself further and further into animation, its intensity demanding acknowledgement. He didn't hesitate, as the zenith propelled himself in the direction of the smoke, plowing through the foliage like a bull in a china shop, regardless of what there was to come, someone was going to pay.
Her cardinal frame came into view only moments later, her bodice seeming to quiver, as he once again slammed himself to a halt, dropping his cranial piece towards the lithosphere as he approached slower. His breathing was ragged, his eyes were wild with rage and concern, the ivories flickering into view at the chaos and destruction that littered his mindset. "Sly....? His tones were lowered, concern etching upon them, even Brone found himself leaning forward, noticing the damage that had been done to her pinnacle, the gaping wound to her nape, the glaze that seemed to linger across her facade. "I'm here.. I'm here.. I'm here..." His chant came in the form of a low sound, letting it echo from his wind pipe, his voice box. Gods above, he had lost Lexi, the prick of an angel helping her escape, especially whens he had told him that she was with child, and that he would never see his foal again, and now this? There was such utter wrath that lingered within the pit of the behemoth, such a deep hatred as he slithered up alongside the smaller mare, cautious of her wounds, attempting to shake her out of whatever it was that happened. "We have to go..." He snarled, the sound echoing over the top of the fire that was beginning to crackle to life, growing in intensity. If they didn't leave now, there was going to be little chance of leaving at all, at the rate that the fire was spreading. Was this her fire? Was it something she had done? So many questions slammed against his mind, causing another feral snarl to echo through his grey matter. Emerald pools snapping around the landscape, not noticing anybody else around. As his gaze turned back to the cardinal vixen once more, he did not see the barbarian czar slip from his cover, giving him a long look over, before disappearing towards the north, abandoning him to his charge.
status - complete word count - 0937 muse - good tagged -aliyaah notes - i have given her permission to powerplay Laz helping Sly home. timeline - after lexi has been missing, after meeting with Siavash/Nemesis
Either the pool of discord were well aware of what had just been done to her, or it was just that willing to create chaos. Whatever the case may be, mere instances after Sly drew her focus inwardly, thinking back on the water where the Helkaer's power stemmed from, she felt immense power burst into their surroundings. Immediate heat swallowed them, and Sly had to close her confusion-ridden voids as the bright light cast from the immediately-lit fire flashed before her. The flame immediately danced higher than Sly had ever seen from her own doing. She backed away from it, in awe from its power, but not entirely control of herself even still to remove herself from the danger altogether. She found herself stumbling over herself as she tried to move, and as the fire began to spread amongst the terrain, she started to be concerned that she wasn't going to be able to flee from the destructive force she had just created. In the flashing moments that she was able to focus her sights, she searched desperately for Zephyr, but he was no where to be seen. She was certain that if her fire had met its mark, she would have heard his screams of agony... So she could only assume that he had fled her power, leaving her behind. She bit into her mouth, sinking her incisors into tender flesh and inflicting pain upon herself in an attempt to bring herself back to complete control, to be able to focus. It didn't help - the chemical was still coursing through her veins, still forcefully maintaining its hold on her in a way that she could not shake.
As the smoke began to vigorously billow from the blaze, the crimson witch found herself beginning to struggle to breathe - the oxygen was rapidly depleting. She thought she heard her name be called out, but for the moment, she was convinced that this was still a trick of her hallucinations... That it was far from real. Perhaps she had inhaled more of the smoke than she had thought, and the carbon dioxide was already fucking with her brain.. But no, she heard the voice again, calling out to her. "Sly....?" She blinked, noticing a frame walking towards her. But it did not feel complete, her drugged-mind not able to focus on it. The bod wavered before her, mirroring itself, making it appear as though there were several of him. Sly grimaced as she stared at the mass drawing near to her, thorns spinning backwards as they closed the distance between them. "I'm here.. I'm here.. I'm here..." The beast said as he drew near to her, which made her begin to re-think her defensive stance. That didn't make sense. If this brute was a threat to her, then surely he wouldn't be uttering such things. Blinking her voids once again and giving a forceful shake of her dial, as if she could shake away the drugged stance, she opened her eyes once again to put all her focus in the approaching stallion. Screaming at herself to concentrate, she was finally able to break through some of the material that had infiltrated her bodice - or perhaps, it was simply convenient timing that her bodice was beginning to metabolize the unknown substance, and starting its process of eliminating it. Whatever the case may be, Sly noticed that her vision as able to clear in just the slightest... And she was able to make out the familiar frame of one of her herd members. "Lazorath?" she asked, still not entirely sure that his familiar blue-roaned frame before her was not just another trick that her mind was playing. "We have to go..." He said, and she frowned at him. They had to go, why? They were not in trouble within Lachlan Breck. Zephyr had already done enough to her... If he had wanted to kill her, or wanted one of his soldiers to do it, then it would have already been done. So why the urgency?
That's when her more-focused vision turned to her surroundings. Despite that the fire was quickly consuming it all, her new-found focus was able to still distinguish some of the environment. And that was when she came to the realization that they were not in Lachlan Breck. What had she just done? If she had not just set the home of the Dark Royals aflame, who had she set to suffer? It was difficult - extremely difficult - to bring herself around enough to see where she had ended up. She had been here before, she knew that much. It was only when her struggling optics were able to peer past the rising smoke that she saw the familiar terrain of mountains, that which she knew to belong to the Highlands, and the Versai. Well shit. Had he really been trying to stir the pot further? Had he forced intervention upon them, making Sly target their foes, just to cause disharmony? She understood why Lazorath was saying they had to leave, because if the Versai closed in upon them, they would be greatly outnumbered, and Sly was certainly in no state to help fight. She hissed and turned, and the pair began to traverse as quickly as they could out of the boundaries of the Versai-ridden domains. As they travelled, Sly struggled. The plant still had a hold on her, and she frequently lost sight of her companion. Without him in her vision, she had little idea of her bearings, and she would stumble. Whether Lazorath would lose his patience with her and ditch her was yet to be determined. But for the moment, they stayed with one another, their progress slow as the Helkaer General labored. When she was certain that he was next to her, she would bitterly tell him what she could of what happened. "He gave me something to eat, I think. It's poisoned my mind." her words came out with a sneer accompanying them, feeling a great amount of disgrace. "It made me unclear of what was real and what was not. I thought we were still in the Dark Kingdom, and that it was his home I had set to fire. I had been trying to kill him." She grew silent for a moment, not wishing to re-live the memory of what he had done to her, but it was a crucial part of the story. So, shoving aside the emotional turmoil she felt for the time being, she said quietly, "I wanted to kill him because he raped me."
The smoke was beginning to swirl in, causing the behemoth to choke as he sputtered the acidic oxygen from his lung capacity. Emerald lanterns glimmered upon the cardinal vixen, as her tiara was low, her thorns pierced against the base of her skull piece, ready to defend herself. Yet there was something wrong, she didn't seem to be able to see him. He let his vocal cords continue in the oxygen, waiting until the realization of who it was that now stood in front of her, the behemoth that was ally not foe. What the fuck had happened?! He felt the paranoia swing wide through his cerebellum, as his gargantuan dome piece snapped to the oxygen, gazing across the horizon for the perpetrator, and yet there was nobody around. Not a single soul to be. Where were the Versai? And what would happen when they realized that there was a not only a Helkear and her herd member in the lands, but one that was down enough to not be able to fight. "Lazorath?" The realization seemed to hit her as his attentions snapped back, the hysteria swirling and eddying within his dome piece. What the fuck had happened here. "I'm here Sly... We got to get you home..." Maniacal lanterns lingering across her face, as he spoke once more, speaking of needing to leave. Confusion seemed to flutter across her features, as she frowned upon him, swinging her facade back and forth. What was wrong with her? WHAT THE FUCK HAD HAPPENED? His cranial screamed, to the point that he lowered his dial downwards, placing it beneath an extended forelimb smoothly, pushing down with a cannon bone against the base of his skull. Brone lunged froward, demanding control, attempting to rip forward into his personality. Their body became limp, almost placid as the Lazorath roared eternally, slamming down against the force that was Brone. What felt like an eternity was merely a few seconds, before he blinked, Lazorath under full control once more.
It was then that her hiss of confirmation slithered into place, as she seemed to realize the danger that they lay being here. Not just from her fire, but from that of the Versai should they catch them, without the help of the others, and her powers now spent. She shuffled forward, and the gargantuan moved in time. He shortened his stride, making sure to keep his bodice beside her the entire time. He did not mention it, did not even bring up the state that he had found the damsel in, as she seemed to struggle to keep up. Everything in his bodice screamed to run, to abandon her, to leave her there, but he had pledged himself to her. He was loyal to her, and he was not going to abandon her now, not when she needed him most. "He gave me something to eat, I think. It's poisoned my mind." The sound of her lyrics was strained, as she retold the story of what happened. Their progress further hindered by the blaze that now began to consume the landscape, swirling in the dry brush, the trees that had ignited beneath the depth of her power. "It made me unclear of what was real and what was not. I thought we were still in the Dark Kingdom, and that it was his home I had set to fire. I had been trying to kill him." So that is why she was confused, she had thought she was still in the dark royals lands. She had thought that she had ignited the land that had done this too her, and yet here they were. What angle was it that the behemoth was getting at? What point did he need to make with this? So much was swirling through his grey matter, snapping into place and out as he tried to control the swarm that was the black adder, the madness that kept his thoughts from being completely coherent.
"I wanted to kill him because he raped me." For the first time in the bastards life, his mind was silent, not a single part of the darkness seemed to roar, to shift, at the words that she uttered against the stratosphere. The quiet tone, the depth in change at which she uttered those lyrics was enough to stop him in his tracks. His jagged emerald gaze snapped to her facade, her nape, their depths were iced over like frozen gemstones, yet the hatred, the malice that curled like the smoke around them promised to the depths of the Underworld of what they would make happen. "WHO?" The preternatural snarl that forced its way up his larynx was anything but holy, clenched scissors were ground so tightly that he questioned if the force would snap his mandible. Every fiber in his being was screaming to run back, to find this arrogant prick and drag him back to Oinaze, to show him exactly what it felt like, to do it to him over and over again until he was crying for nothing but death. There was such malice in his capillaries, every part of his body quivering like a taunt bow string at the single word that would have been detrimental. There was a sudden cracking sound, as his gaze snapped upward in a moment before he was reacting. All of his seventeen point two hand frame was propelled forward. His dome piece lowered to the ground as he used the top of his apex to shove into the damsel, forcing his weight to knock the already disoriented damsel out of the way. He didn't have time to think of the damage he may have caused her, if she would be able to catch herself in time to keep from collapsing into the ground or not. Blind, searing pain shattered through his skeleton, his body echoing the sentiment in the feral snarl that tore from his lungs. Agony burst like blooming stars in his vision, as he forced his body to shake, forcing the burning branch from his shoulder blade and his back.
Agony rippled through his shoulder as he instinctively dropped to the ground, forcing that shoulder into the dirt and propelling his limbs into the atmosphere, pressing the blistering flesh into the dirt. Smoldering flesh blistered at the contact, as the gargantuan forced his front limbs back out from his bodice, pulling himself to his feet once more. It was then that he brought his gaze back down, scanning to see what damage he had done to her, if any, to make sure she was okay once more.
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"I'm here Sly... We got to get you home..." His words were spoken almost comfortingly. Or perhaps it was out of a desire to get her moving, considering how she had hesitated when he had first told her that they had to leave. Whatever the case was, she was now on the move, and they were working their way back to the Outlands, their progress sluggish. When Sly revealed to Lazorath what had been done to her, the crazed beast grew unnervingly silent, and he had been forced to stop dead in his tracks. Sly was unsure that she had ever had such a stillness fall between them, that she had ever left the brute with not knowing what to say. They continued walking, and the Helkaer General gave him the time to process it -while she herself attempted to direct her thoughts elsewhere. The more clear that her mind became, the easier it was for the memories to vivldly flash back. The unpleasant, horrific recollection of what had happened caused her muscles to tense beneath her dirtied pelt, and left her trembling. She wondered of Lazorath noticed her reaction, but when she chanced a peek in his direction, he appeared to still be deliberating her story. He had snapped his skull in her direction, and not a moment later she was greeted with the demanding tone of, "WHO?" His tones were dark and dangerous. "Zephyr, the Dark King." She hissed sharply. In her ruined state, Sly couldn't even feel satisfaction at the fact that her words had caused him to grow so angry, surely wanting to seek out retribution on her behalf. She didn't have much time to consider her own reaction, before the entire scene shifted before them. Life was not done making her suffer.
An audible crack echoed through the smoke-filled air. In Sly's drug-induced state, she was not able to react nearly as quickly as her male accomplice, not able to assess the danger before it fell upon them. She barely looked at him before he had leapt into motion, his blue-roaned bod a blur as he slammed into her. Already weak, Sly was unable to maintain her balance under the forceful push, and stumbled to the ground faintly. The wind was knocked from her lungs as her slender frame punched the solid terrain, and Sly gasped forcefully to try to bring the air back. She rolled more than she would have liked, her momentum from the fall continuing to thrust her sideways. She groaned when her injury was pushed against the ground, eyes immediately filled with water as she was reminded of the physical damage she had faced. Pain ricocheted through her nape and up towards her dial, and the result was that she was left on the ground for a moment or two, entirely debilitated. Her focus on her own situation, she had missed Lazorath's agonizing snarl. Her optics only rounded upon the beast when she had caught her breath once again, and heard the familiar soft 'thud' of an equine getting up. She looked over just in time to see Lazorath pulling himself to his feet, shaking himself out, with a large broken branch laying at his feet. Flames still licked at its edges, and Sly pieced together what had happened. Her still-glazed pools glanced over his bod, coming to rest upon his clearly blistering skin, where his pelt had charred. Sly grimaced, knowing this fire was her doing, and that she was the reason he was now hurt, too. He had come to get her, after all. "Lazorath... I'm so sorry." She muttered, the apology feeling fucking weird coming from her own mouth - she couldn't recall when she had ever apologized to anyone. Nor could she remember when she had last spoken the next words, that of, "... Thank you." He had thrown herself at her in order to save her, at the cost of his own safety. Surely the burns he was now enduring was extremely painful. She made a mental note of how much she was going to owe him after all this was said and done. Not that she was entirely sure she was going to remember this all in a few hours.
She briefly sauntered over to him, demanding her eyes give her some focus for a moment or two while she assessed the damage upon his tall frame. She didn't like what she saw, but there was nothing they could do about it for the moment - it would have to be managed later. "You'll have to soak that to bring out the heat." She said simply, before turning to continue on their hasty escape. Not bothering to look to see if her partner was accompanying her, she asked to the air, "How did you know where to find me?"
The utter chaos and destruction that rippled through the shadows of his mindset; promises of violence and decay echoing like a cavern against the outsides of his skull piece. His lethal gaze settled upon the crimson and ivory facade of the wench he had chosen to live beneath; to serve. That smoldering rage not linger for her; but for the words that spilled from her dual stained muzzle. "Zephyr, the Dark King." The spineless zenith that had taken the crown only a short while ago; a steed he did not know had never seen. Yet the violence that now sang in his blood like a cord struck upon a guitar; exploding down his life source like the fire that now ate away at the foliage around them. She seemed to regard him in that aspect; though he could not make out the emotions that stirred behind those glazed pools, could not read beyond the mask of anger that clouded his own. Harks flattened against the base of his crown; nearly becoming lost in the matted locks that clung to his nape and crest. There was little words for talk; for a response, as the audible crack snapped his attention upwards. The events unfolded so quickly the behemoth did not realize that he used probably more force then the woman before him should have received considering the damage she had taken at the hands of the dark king. His mind emptied for probably the first time in his life as he launched forward, shoving her away from the branch that crashed downwards. Blistering pain laced against his flesh as the large branch collided with his flesh; dropping him to the ground like a sack of bones. The flesh charred beneath the flame that crashed into his shoulder, his withers, and the snarl of agony that laced the crackling forest took seconds to register that it came from his own chasms. The searing pain that spotted his vision fluttered; as instinct pressed his limbs skyward and pushed that charred flesh into the dirt; extinguishing any of the existing flames that echoed on his pelt to disperse beneath the lack of oxygen.
A grunt of effort as the sapphire behemoth slammed his limbs back to the surface; hauling himself from the ground to stand on all four daggers once more. The ache at the peak of his shoulder blade and withers down to the side of his barrel throbbed and blistered, incisors grinding downward upon each other to hold back the snarl that threatened to coat his larynx in malice and agony. He forced his dial outwards; his pinnacle shaking against its position against his skeleton as he forced the excess dirt from his frame. The muscle above where his mandible connected to his skull piece feathering as he bit against the inner flesh of his cheek; grunting at the effort and pain that raked filthy claws down the sensory system of his spinal column. He found his gaze swiveling from the charred wood; flames dancing against the ends of its now alabaster and raven cracked flesh upon the ground before them. Jaded lanterns snapped upwards; landing upon the cardinal flesh of the vixen before him once more and finding her own scoping his own flesh, seeming to land against that spot that now flickered against his sapphire hued pinnacle. He fought the urge to look upon it; to see the discolored flesh that would most likely never see the sapphire and ivory markings of his hide ever again. It did not matter; it was a simple wound to add to the countless scars that marred his flesh, the horrors that he had sustained as a child and becoming a war machine in the process of his life. "Lazorath... I'm so sorry." The words nearly stopped him in his tracks, though he did his best not to dwell upon them. Even Brone picked his head up warily within the cavern of his prison; watching as the words next came out had near the same effect upon him. "... Thank you." Had she ever been in a place of such a thing like this? He hadn't known her for very long; in the small time that he had been around Wild Equines and Vulcan had introduced himself to her, yet he found it hard to imagine she had ever really had to use the words before. He shook his cranial piece roughly; those matted locks flinging the dust that now coated them into the atmosphere around them, though he did not break his gaze from her. "Laz did not join your harem to sit by and do nothing... Sly has been good to Laz.." His feral snarl faltered, finding himself rather out of place under the gratitude. None had ever been grateful to him; was it even something he could feel? He wasn't sure; his mind back to running in to many directions to comprehend the words that had just fallen from her muzzle.
"You'll have to soak that to bring out the heat." Her simple tones caught his attention once more; as she turned away from him. It was only when her back was turned that he allowed a glance over his shoulder blade, bringing his pools to look upon the jagged mark that stained his flesh onyx and charred. The blistering was already boiling against the surface; threatening to spew unholy chemicals against the atmosphere and the rest of his flesh. He grunted in response; carefully picking his way around the branch before him and resisting the urge to kick the inanimate object in the rage that flared at the corners of his vision; intertwining with the agony that flared against his body. "How did you know where to find me?" Tones hit his auditory system as he drew up alongside the damsel once more; bringing his elongated limbs to match the speed at which she moved. "A messenger was sent; Laz assumes from the King as he was from the royal guard. There were details given... Other than you were here and you needed help." His snarl escaped his muzzle between gritted ivories; as he thought about the blood that had crusted his muzzle; his bodice. He wasn't sure if it was even visible now beneath the dust though it had long since dried by the time he had made the borders of Lyacor. "His flesh is carion upon the borders of Oinaze.. Much as Laz plans for the body of the Usurper to be as well.." Those ivories flashed at the thought of the beast cowardly enough to do this; to exploit the damsels power was one thing, but her body? For what purpose? What message was he trying to send besides stepping out to place a target upon his flesh; a target that no doubt would be attacked by not only himself; but all those that rested beneath the Helkaer rule. To many allies to observe; to many things to bring to light; what point was it to this all?
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