cutthroat [tech/illegal]
Apr 2, 2024 2:26:09 GMT -7
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Post by A z z y on Apr 2, 2024 2:26:09 GMT -7
The iron maiden stood motionless at the borders of Oinaze, her heart hammered a war drum in her lobes, sending pulses of flame and ire through her veins. Word had reached her of Sly's demise, a brutal execution upon the slopes of Mount Malvolia, the hangman no other than members of the light kingdom. If what she had heard was true, the royals had played a part in dragging the blade across the Commander's throat. An alliance who banished murderers, who would not destroy their own, even if their own had mutilated, raped, murdered…yet when it came to those of a different nature, of those true to their nature, the gloves were off. Avversaria found her enamels grinding down upon one another, an ache resonating through her jaw from the ferocity of which she contained her rage. Those hellfire eyes glowed fiercely within her skull as she cast them over the lands she had called home since she had been but six months old; cast from the hole between her dam's legs with no regard nor care for her wellbeing once she was old enough to not require sustenance from her teat. A snide leer ripped her mouth apart then as she contemplated her revenge upon those that had taken the last thing on this earth Avversaria had truly revered.
As she cast her eyes over the flame kissed lands however, no amount of sentimentality would allow her to survive in this wasteland. Just because Sly now rotted into the earth, it did not mean she had to follow suit. And whilst she did not want to lead her allies into their retribution, she certainly wished to play an integral role in it. As if torn away by unseen reins, her nape viciously bent away, lifting her forehand with it as her daggers scarred the earth. In a cloud of ash, the valkyrie tore away from the lands she had called home for so long in pursuit of the two remaining women of whom she shared her need for revenge with. There would be no dawn for the light alliance, there would be no niceties nor gestures of goodwill. Whilst the entirety of Wild Equines were embroiled in a war that truly did not concern them, the light kingdom would surely find themselves fighting now on a different front, a more personal front. Would the support of the Underworld remain? Would the dark kingdom stand beside them, if they wanted them to? All questions that required an answer before battle plans were forged. Avversaria moved forwards, her forelimbs snapping to her bosom in a lofty thrice beat, her nape held in a poised arch as her nostrils flexed to engulf more oxygen.
The deceiver came to an abrupt halt where the lands of Nemesis and Harlan met, her daggers cutting the earth as she skidded to a stop. Tossing her skull to the heavens, a deafening war cry resonated from deep within her chest. The being that possessed her, that inhabited her unfurled itself within her psyche, roused by the ire within, awoken by the need for retribution. Did Nemesis & Harlan know who she was, who she truly was? Had Sly informed them of the warhead they had within their grasp? Time would only tell, a dagger rose before slamming into the earth with such force, rocks beneath were sent flying. Whilst it was not her intention to take Sly's place, nor to step on the toes of the two fierce witches that remained… but she had to do something…
➳ T e c h n o ➳ illɘgal
Hope this is okay? She will be joining Nemesis' herd but would like to begin helping with the helkaer's revengeee
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