[✦ F a e r i i e f o x ✦]

MALICE

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The air outside was crisp, the sky growing an ever darker shade of grey and blue. Malice moved through the darkness with a predatory grace, his ivory coat gleaming faintly in what little light still existed. The Whore House, a renowned establishment under the reign of a stallion, allianed to the Dark king and queen, stood ahead as he came closer. The guards were plenty and the smell of sex was thick in the air. He could smell blood, desire and very essence of fear. He would be lying if it didn't excite him, made him hungry in more ways than one.
He had decided to visit, since he had decided to vy for the throne next to the witch queen and as such, he needed to know some of the establishements around the alliance he hoped and craved to rule over one day.

Malice had heard whispers of The Whore House during his time wandering into Wild Equines. A den of iniquity, where one could find anything their dark heart desired. Tonight, he was not here to claim a throne or lead an army; he was here for his own selfish satisfaction. The thought of indulging in the pleasures within called to him like a siren's song, promising a night of distraction from his relentless pursuit of carnage and chaos.
As he approached one of the buildings entrances, he stared the guards down as they turned towards him, his eyes turning from their bright red, to a darker shade, closer to black. He was not in the mood to dabble with guards who carried so few scars of battle, such little experience of war.

A snort left his pale, scarred muzzle, ears tilted back against his neck in pure annoyance, despite knowing full well that such a place had to have guards. They would have been fools otherwise.
"I am here to speak with the lord of the House." his baritones carried easily over the blood-stenched air, reverbarating through the place, hopefully carrying either in, towards the lord himself, or in to the guards' thick skulls, so they would get their master for him.

tags; fleabittengray w/ Charm

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Some live repressing their instinctive feelings
Protest the way we're built don't point the blame on me

The war ravaged realm of Wild Equines was bathed in blood and chaos. Charm had not escaped unscathed in the war, but fighting was nothing new to him and he knew that he would recover just fine. He was at his home now, taking a swim in the lake and allowing himself some quiet time to relax. He didn't often get the time to relax by himself, always a busy man with a brothel to run and a war to fight in, but the Shire was not stupid. He knew that in order to remain successful, he had to give himself time to decompress. And the lake water was crisp and cool, especially in the heat that had come to the lands. Summer was practically here already. The world was green and full of fresh scents (so long as you weren't too close to the death pit, of course). Birds tweeted on the branches of trees, singing their songs, none the wiser to the darkness of the land they built their nests in. It always amused the Shire how in the forest along the outskirts of the brothel, deer and birds and other harmless creatures still made their homes. They did not often have to worry about wolves or bears here, ironically enough, but the stray predatory did cross their paths every once in a while. So far, they had never caused any issues for the herd.

Charm was just coming back onto shore when a guard approached him, a grimace on their face. Charm shook himself free of excess water, droplets spraying onto the guard. "There is a man here wanting to speak with you." The guard informed the master of the brothel and Charm snorted, flicking his wet tail against his damp flank with a loud smack. "Very well. Point me in his direction." Charm did not seem at all worried. It was not uncommon for strangers to visit The Whore House. The guard began to lead the way back from where they had come and Charm, still dripping water, followed along silently. It was a short journey to the stark white giant that other guards were still surrounding. He stood even taller than Charm himself, but that didn't intimidate the beast. Rarely anything ever did. He nodded his head to the large stranger, an easy grin curving his lips upwards. "Hello, stranger. Welcome to my home." His words were casual, black eyes focused intently on the one that had summoned him. With a slight twitch of an ear and flick of his tail, Charm wordlessly dismissed the guards. They began to disperse, going back to their posts along the various paths of the lands. "Who are you, and what can I do for you today?"



Charm | 458 | ✦ F a e r i i e f o x ✦ w/ Malice
notes | this will be interesting for sure
timeline | 11 years 8 months, late spring/early summer, after Act 3 threads
"Speech"

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[✦ F a e r i i e f o x ✦]

MALICE

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Malice stood motionless as he watched the large stallion approach, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over the ground. His black form was accentuated by the same cold light that glinted off his own bony white coat, the scars crisscrossing his body telling a story of countless battles fought and won. His eyes, cold and unyielding, locked onto Charm's, a flicker of dark amusement barely visible in their depths.
As the guards dispersed, Malice remained silent for a moment, letting the tension build and the guards get out of the way. He didn't care if they heard or not, but he felt no need to be watched over like a damn fool. He took in Charm's casual demeanor, the easy grin, and the confident stance. It was clear this was a stallion who was used to command and control, but Malice had encountered many such individuals before, and none of it fazed him.

"Charm," Malice's voice was a low, menacing rumble, resonating with the latent power that simmered just beneath his surface. "I have heard of your establishment. The Whore House. A place of pleasure amidst the chaos of our war-torn realm."
He swept his shorter white tail over his hocks, the braid hitting his flank for a moment, and he felt the gold jewelry on it, hard and cold. "I am Malice. I seek not just the comforts your brothel offers, but the information it can provide. Your... services... are known far and wide, and so too is your network of whispers and secrets."

Malice's gaze never wavered from Charm's, the intensity of his stare almost suffocating. "I have come to indulge, yes, but also to see what value you might hold beyond the obvious. The Dark King and Queen's influence runs deep, and I suspect you are no stranger to the politics and machinations that keep this land in turmoil."
A sinister smile tugged at the corners of Malice's lips. "So tell me, Charm, what can you offer a stallion like me? What pleasures, what secrets, what opportunities for power and chaos might be found within the walls of your Whore House? And what might I do for you in trade for such information and... pleasure?"

He waited, the air around them charged with unspoken tension, his expression a mask of cold, calculating intent. Malice was here for more than just a night's pleasure; he was here to see if Charm and his establishment could be of use in his relentless quest for dominance and destruction.

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The ivory beast was littered with several obvious scars, his braided hair adorned with golden bands. A handsome fellow who looked healthy and strong. He could become a problem for Charm, so the Shire would much rather get this stranger on his side. What could he offer him, to get him to see what siding with Charm was the best way to go about things? Charm's reign over The Whore House was long and successful. He had seen several Kings and Queens come and go, and would surely see many more in his lifetime. He had even been a part of a rebellion, back in the day, when the Dark alliance was much more untamed and chaotic. He still craved those old days of filth and debauchery. But there was no turning back time, as unfortunate as that may be. He could only move on, move forward.

"Charm," His own name was stated as greeting; clearly this stranger already knew who Charm was. The Shire grinned all the more, flicking his damp tail as droplets of water trickled down his neck and his legs. "I have heard of your establishment. The Whore House. A place of pleasure amidst the chaos of our war-torn realm." He chuckled, nodding in agreement. "I've had my business for several years now, my friend. Not even war will stop it." Not even war would stop him. It would take more than the clashing of Heaven and Hell to get him to stop doing whatever it was that he wanted to do. "I am Malice. I seek not just the comforts your brothel offers, but the information it can provide. Your... services... are known far and wide, and so too is your network of whispers and secrets." Finally, a name for the man that stood before him. It was not a known name. Perhaps this was a newcomer to Wild Equines, or merely someone who had been laying low for all of these years. Whatever the case may be, he had an interest in Charm and his brothel, and Charm was going to use that to his advantage.

"I have got eyes and ears in the least expected places," he confirmed, his tone teasing, still with that cool confidence he had spoken with before. He thought of Clover, spying on Shadow Canyon. He thought of Orel, who he'd held captive for several months before an earthquake had allowed the former Neutral Queen to escape. And, of course, there were Lexi and Aranu - former Light Royals that he had always held captive. He'd had a daughter of Respira, former Helkaer Commander, here as well. And his son and heir was currently working as a healer for The Howling Keep for the duration of the war. Alice, his daughter, was very good at trick information out of unsuspecting males out in the Free Lands as well. Give it time, and Charm would find a way to weasel his way into anywhere.

"I have come to indulge, yes, but also to see what value you might hold beyond the obvious. The Dark King and Queen's influence runs deep, and I suspect you are no stranger to the politics and machinations that keep this land in turmoil." A brow arched, his head lifting slightly as he gazed at the taller stallion. "So tell me, Charm, what can you offer a stallion like me? What pleasures, what secrets, what opportunities for power and chaos might be found within the walls of your Whore House? And what might I do for you in trade for such information and... pleasure?" The Shire's own wicked smile matched that of Malice. "I dare say I am well respected in the Dark Kingdom - even begrudgingly. I could put in a good word for you with the King and Queen, if you'd like. I hear they are always looking for guards - as am I, matter of fact." He paused, surveying the creature before him curiously. "But I do nothing for free. Everything is give and take. And if you make me look bad? Well, we'll just have to add some more pretty little scars to your collection." He chuckled as if it was a joke, but it was, in fact, a warning.

Motioning over his shoulder, one eye remaining on the ivory behemoth, Charm then went on to ask, "Would you like a tour of my humble home, Malice?"



Charm | 732 | ✦ F a e r i i e f o x ✦ w/ Malice
notes | xxx
timeline | 11 years 8 months, late spring/early summer, after Act 3 threads
"Speech"

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