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Post by The Quiet One on Jun 6, 2024 4:20:59 GMT -7
![](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/21da1cfb-80f9-465a-9573-e566b2b17545/dfvwfh9-c295790f-9bfc-4125-a756-fade0f80888c.png/v1/fill/w_995,h_803,q_70,strp/belial_mask_and_blood_by_rhianna4554_dfvwfh9-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTAzMyIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzIxZGExY2ZiLTgwZjktNDY1YS05NTczLWU1NjZiMmIxNzU0NVwvZGZ2d2ZoOS1jMjk1NzkwZi05YmZjLTQxMjUtYTc1Ni1mYWRlMGY4MDg4OGMucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEyODAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.kAZRkNzCeXseuvmFHHcV-lAS4c8DDmHLctnEakYshIg) BELIAL Come Feed The Beast The world was slow to come back into focus. As the beast fought to surface from the depth of unconsciousness, a throbbing in his cranium became increasingly pronounced. It’s with a groan that the beast finally fully emerges from the murky depths, eyelids slowly peeling back to reveal mismatched optics. Darkness greets them the surroundings hazy and out of focus. Cranium shaking the beast blinks rapidly several times in an attempt to dispel the fogginess. It has the throbbing flaring to life with savage intensity, the feeling of daggers stabbing his grey matter causing yet another groan to tumble past his kissers. There’s a curse on the tip of his tongue yet for now it is held at bay. It takes a few more blinks, but eventually his vision clears enough for the world around him to come back into focus. They’re dimly lit with minimal lightning present to help the beast pick out the finer details. There is enough, combined with the feeling of the terrain beneath his body, for him to determine he is in some sort of cave system. Quite likely deep inside one at that. The beast tries to recall how he got here, but the memories lay just out of reach from him.
It has frustration swelling within the beast, a snarl threatening to break free from within. The lack of knowing was infuriating, for it echoed the times where his former master had proposal manipulated his memories. The echo of approaching hoofbeats draws the beast from his thoughts, harks perking as his gaze snaps to the direction the sound is coming from. A male scent begins to tickle the back of his nostrils causing the beast to debate rising to his feet for a moment. As much as the beast disliked the idea of appearing weak before another male it would perhaps serve him well in this scenario. So the beast remained where he lay shifting enough to be slightly more comfortable just as the other male finally came into view. Perhaps the beast would get some answers regarding why he was here. For now the beast remains silent simply watching carefully as the other male closes the distance between them. The beast knew it would not serve him well to be aggressive or demanding after all.
"He Speaks"
Words: 383 OOC: Sorry for the rough starter I'm rusty but should get better! fleabittengray
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Post by fleabittengray on Jul 10, 2024 22:06:33 GMT -7
x SANCTIO It had not been long ago that Sanctio had met the Dark Queen, Thomasin, out in Nomalanga. Since that meeting he had done some digging. With her being an enemy in the war, he'd wanted to do his part in scoring some sort of win for Utopia. Taking on the Queen herself would be a bit too targeted, a bit too obvious, especially after having just met her. She might have mentioned him to someone, and then they would know to come looking for him to question him. So he'd bided his time, waiting and gathering intel as best he could with the help of Mariposa and Titanium. They and himself had prowled the Free Lands, talking to other citizens, until they'd gathered information on a man named Belial - guard for The Howling Keep. That was all he'd needed to know before formulating a plan in order to capture the brute. He did not mean any harm, other than what it would take to get the beast back to Desolate Earth. He was not going to murder the man in cold blood, nor was he going to torture or starve him. Now, Belial was tucked away, hidden deep inside the system of caves. Titan had been standing guard and Sanctio was going not to relieve him. He nodded at the youth as he approached, Titan returning the nod with a grin and walking past Sanctio to go find his mother. Sanctio stood at the guarding position for a moment before temptation got the better of him and he began to walk back into the cave. It was dark, growing darker all the deeper he went into the cave, until the light of the moon and stars hardly shed any light to see by. Lucky for Sanctio, he knew the cavern well enough to not need excessive light in order to see. He inhaled as Belial's scent grew stronger. He wondered if the Dark Kingdom guard was awake and alert yet or not. He halted just at the beginning of the little "room" that Belial was being house in. Sanctio blinked his eyes in the darkness, seeing the shadowed figure that was the skull-masked behemoth. "Are you awake yet, Belial?" he called out quietly into the darkness, his Spanish accent apparent as he spoke. The Quiet One w/ Belial 383 | ProfileSorry for the wait! 9 years, winter, evening, after his thread meeting Thomasin in Nomalanga, some time during the end of Act 2
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Post by The Quiet One on Jul 26, 2024 11:26:38 GMT -7
![](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/21da1cfb-80f9-465a-9573-e566b2b17545/dfvwfh9-c295790f-9bfc-4125-a756-fade0f80888c.png/v1/fill/w_995,h_803,q_70,strp/belial_mask_and_blood_by_rhianna4554_dfvwfh9-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTAzMyIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzIxZGExY2ZiLTgwZjktNDY1YS05NTczLWU1NjZiMmIxNzU0NVwvZGZ2d2ZoOS1jMjk1NzkwZi05YmZjLTQxMjUtYTc1Ni1mYWRlMGY4MDg4OGMucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEyODAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.kAZRkNzCeXseuvmFHHcV-lAS4c8DDmHLctnEakYshIg) BELIAL Come Feed The Beast
It was too dark to pick out any useful details. With very little more then a silhouette to go off of, the best the beast could do was estimate his size and possible build. The other male seemed to be of a heavier build, his height perhaps smaller then the beast although possibly not by much. "Are you awake yet, Belial?” Despite the beast having the initial intention of remaining passive, the accented tones has a growl brewing within his chest. The dark, menacing sound fills the confined space all too easily the cavern naturally amplifying the sound. Confusion and frustration is enough to have a momentarily lapse of his self control, but they are emotions that are easily wrangled back into submission. With it, the sound gradually dies down until the last notes fade away into nothingness. For a moment, the beast says nothing. He does nothing. In the silence that develops the beast simply stares, his gaze heavy and burning upon the other brutes pelt. Briefly he considers getting to his feet, but the dull pounding still persisting is enough for a warning for the beast to stay put instead. There was a chance he might not keep his balance, after all.
The beast certainly didn’t fancy falling flat on his face in front of his captor. "Why am I here?" His velvety tones are hard when the beast finally part his kissers, yet they lack hostility. For now. It’s a question with an arguably obvious answer giving the war raging on. The beast was far more more more interested in whether such a simple question would open up other potential lines of discussion. It would be a waste not to try and gather as much information as possible after all. When he was able to escape it would make his return more easily accepted by Thomasin if he had some intel to share. "And who are you?" When the beast allows a second question to spring forth, he does so knowing that the chances of an honest answer are possibly quite slim. Regardless, it couldn’t hurt to try for the other stallion might turn out to be willing to give him an answer. Even if it was a false name at least the beast would have something to try and vet. With nothing else to do but wait and see, the beast remains silent awaiting to hear whatever response the other brute decides to give.
"He Speaks"
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Post by fleabittengray on Aug 24, 2024 10:24:35 GMT -7
x SANCTIO Sanctio was not a bad guy. Not anymore. He had done some awful things in his past, but he had been Cleansed by Allocen of the Versai several years ago now and he had become a Light, converting from the Dark alliance. He owed that all to Underoath, for talking him into the decision when they had met. The two of them had become fast friends. Sanctio had trusted him, been loyal to him - and that trust had been broken. He should have known earlier, should have seen the signs, but his bias would not allow him to see the harm that Oath was doing to the world. And Oath never spoke of what he had done, not in detail. Sanctio felt guilty for what he felt he had allowed Underoath to do and get away with all that time while serving under him in Desolate Earth. He had promised himself to never become like Oath, so even though he had been successful in capturing Belial, he was not going to treat him like some brute. He would have access to food and water, though he would be guarded at all times but not beaten. So long as Belial played nicely, there was no reason for himself, Titan, or Mariposa to harm the Dark aligned beast. Sanctio peered into the darkness as he heard movement, and what sounded like a grumble coming from Belial - or a growl. His lips quirked into a slight grin, hidden in the shadows, and he chuckled softly. He had to hand it to the guy. He sure put up a hell of a fight. "Why am I here?" He could make out the shape of Belial somewhere on the floor of the cave, not standing. But he was awake and talking coherently, so he was not worried. "Because we are at war, Belial, it is as simple as that. I mean no harm to you, believe me or not. You will merely remain captive until the end of the war, or until you are freed." His Spanish accent was clear as day in the darkness, his weight shifting from hoof to hoof. "And who are you?" Sanctio hesitated for a moment before answering with, "Me llamo Sanctio." He did not know if his name would be recognized. He hadn't made much of a name for himself yet. Desolate Earth had been known to be home to Underoath, but those that lived here with him had hardly been recognized in the past. The Quiet One w/ Belial 416 | Profilenotes 9 years, winter, evening, after his thread meeting Thomasin in Nomalanga, some time during the end of Act 2 Translations from Google Me llamo Sanctio = My name is Sanctio
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