[Fallen]

"Speech."

"After the battle with the angel, Castiel, Selven finds Vendettra with two foals, his own being the youngest of the pair. Although weakened and exhausted from the fight with the holy being, Selven forces Vendettra to come to The Howling Keep to recover. Along the way they are attacked by an unusually large pack of wolves. Without the aid of Shenzi, his companion, and Vendettra's weakened state from the rough back to back pregnancy and birth, Selven's fight to protect themselves is futile."

Every muscle in the dark kings body screamed. The blood that flowed from his now half missing ear had slowed to a trickle, the deep cut along his brow had filled with dust and so coagulated the blood into an unsightly mess of clots and jiggly bits of stringy flesh. The eye was slightly traumatized, but he was till able to see. With each step out of the land of Geysir, the king winced, his chest and barrel rose in labored breathing that he tried to suck in. Teeth were gritted so hard, he was sure h would shatter his teeth. Though Selven had some new scars, and bruised flesh, the angel did not go away unscathed. Though, the winged vermin would keep its treasured appendages for now. The dark king groaned quietly, as he felt his shoulder crack. The strain of the push and pull of the fight settling ever deeper into his bones. However, his attention was soon taken by the sound of childish whinnies, and the quick vicious snarl of a woman he knew well. Selven's cold eyes snapped to the worn bodice of Vendettra. Her dark blood eyes were shadowed and slightly sunken, the normal sheen she had to her deeply dapple pelt had become dull and slightly unattractive. She had a yearling at her side, a colt that resembled him far more than the smaller, new child. She was a bright, nearly orange, colored overo. The main culprit of her heritage being that signature blue eye.

Selven chuckled, the sound raspy as he felt pain through his chest. "And here I was thinking I looked like shit." Selven gave a half hearted smirk, as Vendettra scowled. He truly believed he never did see the witch smile. "Come Ven, let me take you to meet my beloved." He said softly as the trio approached. The group then turned, preparing themselves for the long trek back to the Howling Keep. Small introductions and information exchanges keeping them occupied.

The group found a somewhat large cave on their trek as they entered a wooded area at the base of mountains, the path known but somewhat forgotten due to the trauma Selven had sustained. Vendettra had yet to travel to the keep herself so was not fully aware of its location. The night came quickly though, and with them both unfit for a full fight Selven made them all hunker down. Perhaps he was over confident, or not confident enough but this would prove to be a fatal error. In the still of the night as Selven's eyes closed outside of the cavern he was snapped awake by the sudden sound of claws on stone. His heavy crown rose violently as his body curled, jumping to the side as wolfen teeth snapped at him. A deep bellow left his throat as he struck out with his forelimbs, hitting the wolf square in the head. Despite this quick dispatch, he could hear more and knew there were more not far off. Selven's crown swung to look behind him at Vendettra's struggling form. His inky thorn slammed into his tresses as he looked back out into the darkness before hurrying to Vendettra's side. "Come. Quickly, Woman." Selven snorted at the children. Knowing their mother, he knew that they were well versed in her silent commands and would understand his own. They stuck close to him as he ushered them all out. Vendettra was in no shape to fight, hell neither was he. Selven growled to himself as his hark swiveled atop his skull, listening to the howls and the rustling. He could see flashes of them in the tree's their glowing eyes unnaturally menacing in this moment.

"Boy." Selven said sternly as his eyes followed the enclosing predators, "Take your sister, and hide. Run if you must. Find my beloved, she has golden eyes like yours, dark as the night with snow upon her back, and a painted crow. Find her and her alone, do not trust any others. We are at war and you will be a target. Her name - " Selven was cut off by the sound of multiple paws rustling the earth and snarls and barks. Selven whipped his body around, teeth bared at the first wolf that came at his hocks, he snapped at grabbed the beast by the hackles, before flinging it away. However another leaped at his flank and he kicked out, missing. More came then, Vendettra trying to head them off. But it was to no avail. She was drug down first, and as Selven's wide eyes glanced at her another beast sunk its teeth into the flesh of his neck. Claws tore at his already battered hide and he reared up, taking the wolf with him. Jagged daggers flailed knocking the beast from him. "GO, NOW." Selven roared at the children, startling them into action. But there was no time for him to look at them as they ran. He charged over to Vendettra, hooves stomping and striking, teeth snapping at anything within reach. He had never heard such an agonizing sound come from Vendettra as she laid there being assaulted by the wolves. One had her by the throat, and Selven kicked it square in the ribs. its yelps alerting the others that it was time to retreat. Selven snarled and bellowed at the remaining predators, snaking them away from the dappled mare. Selven had managed to catch another, striking it with both front hooves, smashing its spine.

Blood poured from the bastard now, seeped from the claw marks and bites all along his neck, and face and legs. Why there were so many wolves, he could not guess, but he turned back to Vendettra' whom still had not gotten up. His breathing as well as hers was ragged, but he could see by her position, she was done. "Oh Ven.." It was sad to see her succumb to a similar fate as her own beloved. He remembered the dark mare faintly but he knew Ven was reconciling with the fact that she would see the egyptian mare soon. Red eyes rolled back to look at him, that same scowl she always held never softening even as she lain bleeding out. "Kill me already." She said bitterly, between choking. "Take my babies, and kill me." She hissed. Before blinking rapidly, her frail limbs shuffling the dirt, "Do not let them see." Selven did not speak. He merely nodded, before waiting for her eyes to close. He reared above her head before slamming down with force. Despite his ultimate displeasure for the old woman, he had respected her. Killing her in such a way was less than she deserved. He could not take her body back, could do nothing but leave her. He could still hear the faint howling of the wolves. At least now, they would have reason to leave he and the children alone.

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NOTES for yall to read and have for IC records! Techno, next post will be for you to reply to with Aph whenever ya like! It can be short lil rapid posts as well, just want to keep this for IC building plot like we discussed! TIMELINE After the fight with Castiel

^{by ♛befera}

[Fallen]

"Speech."

"Selven has been gravely injured by the wolfen ambush. Blood drips freely from his new wounds, compounding the pain from his fight only hours earlier with the angel. He has found Vendettra's children again, trembling and frightened as they travel the base of shallow peaks of the mountain range between geyser and the freelands. Selven is on high alert, his only desire now being to make it back home to his beloved Thomasin. Unbeknownst to him however, he may run into something worth dying for."

The ink and ivory bastard breathed heavily, sweat saturating his pelt deeply even though the heat was not so high this far out. The two babes, stuck close again as he had found them not to far off. The boy had ran with his sister, but hid. Selven groaned as he took a step, his hip aching, the torn pieces of his hide catching air and stinging even more. The younger child, Cosette, tried too comfort him. The older stallion merely gave her a half hearted smile. He had told them of Thomasin's name now, and added his daughter Gothika, to that mix. They were the only two he could think of that should they need safety, that would grant it to them. Despite them being merely children, and one now forced to be weaned, there were monsters just like him. Some that despite being under his rule, would kill for a chance to take him out in this weakened state and take out any new brood of his. Selven sighed once more, before stopping at a small stream. Water was needed. He let the children go first, his swollen eye and slowly swelling injuries making any movement painful. He too, lowered his head after a moment, sucking don the water with haste. It cooled his insides and soothed his tongue, but there was something off. His now sliced nares and lips and cheek twitched. The pain making him wince. Perhaps the king was just paranoid, or perhaps he was about to come across another killer.

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NOTES For Techno to reply to, and azzy to keep up with! TIMELINE ---

^{by ♛befera}

[➳ T e c h n o ➳]

Aphelion

TW: violence, murder, language, mention of blood

Even in the sweltering heat that was emitted by the geysers, Aphelion could still smell how the air was stained with the stench of iron. It was a familiar, unmistakable scent. Blood. A grin crept across her face. She had been responsible for her own recent share of bloodshed. Two individuals who had been tied to the Dark royals. One of which was responsible for her banishment. Aphelion had been biding her time and gathering supports to make an attempt on the crown that belonged to her. They had taken it from the crown from her, the rightful queen. Now they would burn and suffer for their folly in the worst way. Her memory would burn and taint the Dark Kingdom if she could not have it. A hiss erupted before another geyser spewed it's boling hot liquid into the sky.

She followed the scent of the iron. It didn't take long for her to find it, nor the remnants of blood splattered upon the ground. That was what made her job much easier. Aphelion hadn't been expecting much, but an opportunity was an opportunity no matter what shape it presented itself in. The dappled mare with ice blue eyes found who she was looking for. A stag with children in tow. A massive creature who was torn to shreds by some predator other than herself, and one who fit the description of the current Dark King. Joker had since lost his position. Aphelion had kept very close tabs on the kingdom since her banishment. She wondered if the two children with him were another set of his own.

He sucked in water, and the pain on his features was obvious from where she stood in the shadows. It took only moments for Aphelion to reveal herself with a grin on her twisted face. "Are those the replacements for your lost twins?" She taunted him with a knowing smile. "I bet Thomasin will sing your praises, bastard." Aphelion said cooly as she waited for him to face her.



"This is for speech"

Fallen  Sorry for the wait!