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A dim greyness engulfed the landscape, a dull and boring shade of grey. The only sense of life within the land was that of motionless plants and the undead that roamed the area searching for a way into the light. A light, that for some, wouldn't come. However, the gemsbok marked beast that now roamed Asphodel wanted nothing to do with the light. He was seeking a different area of the afterlife, an area that he had heard about from others. A place of fire, torture, and never-ending death. A place that called and pulled at his heart strings and beckoned him to join their ranks. However, he knew it wouldn't be that easy.

An eerie silence crept through the lands of Asphodel as he awaited his judgement, knowing there were others ahead of him, but he was a rather impatient bastard. He was ready to go to his forever home, ready to cause havoc on the mortal realm once more. Stomping a fore hoof and tossing his painted crown, he sent out a shrill whinny, practically demanding all others to get out of his way. It was his turn, whether they liked it or not. A snort escaped his flared nares as he pushed others aside as he moved his way through Asphodel, impatiently waiting for the one who would welcome him home. He wanted nothing more than the taste of blood in his mouth, and the feeling of blood upon his hooves. Though, he knew that wouldn't happen here in Asphodel.

As he neared some water, his cerulean voids shifted down to peer at his reflection in the water's surface. No motion came from the water, almost as though it was a frozen sheet of ice. He took a moment to cast his gaze towards the dim sky, a tiny bit of light cast down upon the land near him, but all it did was cause another snort to escape him. Hello?! He called out into the open still air. He figured it would be best to call out, perhaps that would get things moving along a bit faster than it currently was going.

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[Roman]

Event after event slowly started to kick off the war that would soon be in full swing, Angels and Demons stolen, battles being fought and new information coming to light. There were injuries on both sides and soon the Underworlds Lady was sure would be loss of life, is this what the Utopian Lady truly wanted? For one being all for the Chaos and bloodshed, Teca, much like Xerxes, did not wish for the Mortals to be involved, yet their hooves were forced after the Utopian Lady called for war. Mortals began to choose sides on their own, each and every one deciding on their own as to which side was right and had a worthy cause. Mictecacihuatl doubted that telling the living that this wasn't their fight, that they are free to let the Afterlife fight their own battles, would get them to stand down, not when a Helkaer and Dark Ruler each wanted their pound of flesh. So the Underworld's Lady will stand and fight beside the Underworld's loyal followers until they are victorious, if that is what it took for Rasa to admit that she was wrong, wrong for not coming for her Lord and for starting this war.

It was an odd sentiment, that the Underworlds Lady cared so deeply for the lives that she would normally end herself, for the souls she longed to collect and the blood she usually relished in seeing spilled. A wickedly sweet giggle vibrated within Teca's bosom at the thought, that she could be holier than all holiness herself. No, there was a reason why they lead their respective realms, Utopia would never accept Mictecacihuatl, not for all the lust that warmed her dead heart. Rasa though? Well, all fruits rot eventually and Teca doubted that Rasa was safe from that sentiment, even as Lady. The thought of fruit is why the Underworld's Lady currently stalked the frozen land of Asphodel, which oddly started to feel like another home from the amount of times she has been here, looking for souls ripe for the picking like fruit off a tree. With a war starting, the Underworld needed to make sure they had the greater numbers and the strongest of fighters, Mictecacihuatl was not going to admit defeat to the Utopian bitch, she would rather die again than lose to the bay Angel.

A shrill whinny came from the other side of the treeline, causing the woman's bloodied eyes to fall upon the beast that pushed his way past any that stood in his way, a uniquely marked stallion with a chin thick with hair. A purr unexpectedly escaped the blood and bone witch as she watched him, shocked in herself at the sudden realisation that she had a thing for beards. Brow furrowed as Mictecacihuatl shook her beautifully dished head, chastising herself for not controlling the primal urge that she normally let loose freely, now was not the time to look for a shag with a war looming. "Hello?!", he called out after looking up at the sky and snorting, seeming almost impatient despite being dead. The Underworlds Lady then revealed herself, passing through the treeline that once separated them, "Lost handsome? No, not anymore, for I have found you," Teca purred with a wicked grin curving her plump lips. "I am Lady Mictecacihuatl," she spoke again, this time without the purr as she took on a more professional stance. Ruby eyes looked over the beast, getting a really good look at him as Teca familiarized herself with a possible new Demon, should the male complete the task that he will be given after he confirms who he wishes to ally himself with.

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Note: Hope this is ok with you as it's rather rambly, I'm just out of it tonight and feeling a little defeated that this will probably be my only post tonight when I wanted to do more, took me about an hour to start this .-.

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Others appeared to cast glares at him as he pushed them aside and practically made his way to the front of the line, demanding the attention of his future leaders. A rogue-ish smirk crossed his velveteen lips as he glanced at each equine that glared at him. Pathetic, all of you, he spoke simply to them, almost as though they were nothing but dirt beneath his hooves. A few moments later, light sapphire voids shifted across the dullness of the lands before landing upon a russet beauty that radiated power. Arching an invisible eyebrow, he allowed his gaze to wander over the winged and horned mare easily, not caring if she noticed.

Lost handsome? No, not anymore, for I have found you. He heard her purr, the wicked grin that curved her plump lips didn't go unnoticed and caused a responsive smirk to grace his lips. I am Lady Mictecacihuatl. As she introduced herself, he continued to watch her. Well, hello there, Lady Mictecacihuatl, he started with rough baritones, before adding, I am Tutankhamon. Though, a beauty such as yourself may easily call me Tut. The uniquely marked beast allowed his gaze to shift again over the mare before he slightly raised his crown, the beard upon his chin shifting easily with each movement of his head. He had to admit, the beard was a nice touch to his already unique form.

So, m'lady, how do I go about being able to serve a gorgeous creature, such as yourself? He inquired with a bit of flirtation. He wondered if she would fall for his flirting, or would she ignore them.

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It seemed sad, pathetic even, that there appeared to be so many lost souls wandering among the frozen forest, without purpose or a desire for one. While Teca would relish in taking all the souls she could, the Underworld did not want the souls of those who had no desire to become more than a forgotten memory. While the Lady was happy to take those who were softer and more likely suited for Utopia, she saw that softness as if they were mouldable clay, ready to be shaped into a perfect soldier for the Underworld, as long as they had the desire to become more than just a shell. She wasn't sure how Rasa saw the souls within Asphodel, if the only worthy ones were the ones who lived a moral life or if the bay Angel saw a chance for redemption in others who had done unspeakable things, Teca doubted it very much that Rasa would take in anyone who wasn't perfect. It would be interesting to see where the Versai members who had killed Xerxes would end up, if Rasa would welcome known murderers into Utopia, though Teca guessed that she would just to piss off Xerxes.

The Underworlds lady watched the brash brute for a moment, well aware of his wandering gaze, feeling his eyes roll over her curvaceous frame as silence fell and the crowd disbanded. "Well, hello there, Lady Mictecacihuatl," rough baritones broke the silence as the stallion finally spoke, watching her closely, "I am Tutankhamon. Though, a beauty such as yourself may easily call me Tut." The stallion chose to flirt with the lady and Teca was no stranger to the flirtatious actions of others, often welcoming it and becoming equally, if not more, flirtatious in response. As the beast raised his head slightly, his beard shifted with the movement, catching her gaze for a moment. Mictecacihuatl had not seen an equine with a beard before and wondered why it wasn't common, it seemed to add charm to the stallion's already unique form.

The stallion seemed to press on with his flirting while inquiring how be in her service, a promising start as Teca liked a man of action, "So, m'lady, how do I go about being able to serve a gorgeous creature, such as yourself?." The Blood and Bone woman slowly closed the distance between her and Tut until she came into reach of his bread, gently tugging it flirtatiously before getting on with business, "Well Tut, you seem to be in luck. With the war going on Xerxes and I agreed that a task is not needed to join us in the Underworld, so long as you remain a loyal beast." She eyed him for a moment, wondering if he liked the easy way or if he would rather work for his place, to impress his future lady and lord. "Though if you want to earn yourself some "brownie points", I require a soul, one willingly given. I want to look like the good guy after all so I can ruffle some feathers," Teca cast a wink in Tut's direction then before stepping away from him and returning to her previous position. "Prove yourself useful, be an active part of the Underworld and there may be a chance to earn yourself a place on the council, should that be your desire," she wondered if this stallion was hungry for power, if he had the desire to aim for more than just a lowly demon rank or if he will become just another face in the crowd. With two seats on the council open, she made sure to let prospective demons know, hoping that the information will light a fire under their ass.

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Note: I rambled, surprised I got this amount of words but yeah he's accepted in, we can end this thread soon if you like with one more post each or carry on for as long as you like.

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It didn't take a genius to know that his beard was doing things to this mare that most stallions could only dream of doing to a mare with her beauty and grace, and it thrilled him at the thought that it was him and his beard causing it. He saw the way her gaze drifted to his beard every time he shifted and it swayed with each movement that he made. It seemed as though he was teasing and tempting the mare simultaneously as if he was saying 'I bet you wish you could have a man with this kind of facial hair'. His beard alone added a more manly look to the unique beast and he knew it. He knew that it made him more handsome in some mares' eyes, and knew the envious looks of some stallions. It wasn't often that a stallion waltzed around with a tuft of hair hanging from his chin.

He watched as the blood and bone beauty closed the distance between them as if no one else was around in all of Asphodel. It almost made him feel like they were the only two there, the only two in existence. He felt the gentle tug of his beard as a smirk crossed his velveteen kissers. Well Tut, you seem to be in luck. With the war going on Xerxes and I agreed that a task is not needed to join us in the Underworld, so long as you remain a loyal beast. He heard her speak as she eyed him. Any beast would like the easy route, including himself, but he would make it up to the lady in other ways. Though if you want to earn yourself some "brownie points", I require a soul, one willingly given. I want to look like the good guy after all so I can ruffle some feathers. At her words, he caught the wink that she cast in his direction before she moved away from him, leaving an emptiness in the spot where she had once resided. Prove yourself useful, be an active part of the Underworld and there may be a chance to earn yourself a place on the council, should that be your desire.

Silence fell between the two for a moment as he pondered on her words. Oh, he would do anything to gain power in the realm of the Underworld, that was for sure. Arching an eyebrow, he parted his lips to say, I will forever be a loyal beast to the Underworld and to the beauty before me. The words flowed freely from his vocal cords before he added, I may be accepting the easy way in, but trust me, my dear, when I say that I will prove my loyalty to you. I will lure as many as I can to the dark side to be your loyal servants. His gaze shifted around the duo once more, before it landed back upon her scrumptious form. You shall definitely see me striving for that power, he mused with ease, the strength behind the words proving he wouldn't back down without a fight for a higher position.

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Note: We can finish this thread after your next post. <3 Then maybe have another one going for a bit more teasing fun between the duo. xD

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The war raged on and the Underworlds lady did her best to ensure that she did her part to make sure that they succeeded, no matter how small her impact may be in others eyes. Some may not appreciate the little things achieved, only taking notice of grand acts and achievements, giving no attention to how little things can create great impacts later on. Every soul she collected, every cambion and fiend created, and every new demon and alliance made benefits the Underworld. In war, numbers were everything, and if Teca had to use her charisma and body so the Underworld gets further ahead, then so be it. While the Lady never saw Xerxes more than someone she rules beside, she wondered what he expected of her, did he secretly despise her for not being ruthless and brutal like himself, or if he didn't mind that she worked differently from him, that her way was just as helpful despite not being spoken out loud as others gossiped about great deeds. She had no plans to change, to have two leaders just as brutal as each other was not balanced, you could not rule with fear and hatred alone.

Just like others she had interacted with, this soul seemed to receive her well, eager to become more than just another lost soul within Asphodel. Teca could feel his desire to rise above others, that he would do what was necessary to prove his place within their ranks and his words confirmed what she felt, "I will forever be a loyal beast to the Underworld and to the beauty before me." The grin that crossed the woman lips widened, pleased to have found such an eager soul, one that would serve her and the Underworld well, he would do quite nicely. "I may be accepting the easy way in, but trust me, my dear, when I say that I will prove my loyalty to you. I will lure as many as I can to the dark side to be your loyal servants," yes this is what the Lady wanted, someone willing to put in the hard work despite getting a free ride, he would have been worthless otherwise, and the prospect of him luring others to the Underworlds side pleased her all the more. "You shall definitely see me striving for that power", while others had put their names forth to be leaders for the circles and some gaining it through great acts, Teca was excited to see what this stallion was willing to do to gain his own place within the circle. "Wonderful, that's what I like to hear. Come now Tut, follow me to your new home, and don't let me down now will you," the Lady said as she turned to head back the way she came, eager to get some more work done and to see if this new demon will be true to his word.

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Note: I'm so sorry this is beyond shit and for the wait, muse has not returned and as you know from last nights DM I'm still sick and going through shit. But yeah I guess this thread is done now.