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Post by The Quiet One on Jun 10, 2024 14:15:23 GMT -7
BELIAL Come Feed The Beast
Upon his return, the beast had detected a scent that was familiar to him. For the time being it had been dismissed, for he was duty bound to find Thomasin before all else, but now the beast found his mind wandering back to it. Having done his duty, he was free to pursue it. So he did. Arguably the beast should have rested first or at the very least hunted, but for some reason this scent bugged him. His needs could be addressed later once he had the answers he sought. He is in no rush as he tracks his target, the slower four beat pace a welcomed relief after his long journey. As the scent grows stronger so too does the niggling feeling. It clicks into place when the chestnut hide comes into view, however. Idly the beast can’t help but wonder what the fuck she’s doing here. Selven. Based on what the beast could recall from his last interaction with the femme she had brought the bastard into things. Something about him being obsessed. Had the brute used the war as an excuse to take her hostage for his own pleasure? Quite possibly. Although, that then brought into question why an earth Thomasin had allowed it.
Coming to a standstill, the beast allows his gaze to carefully roam across her bodice. She seems unharmed although he knows that looks can be deceiving. "Well this is somewhat of a surprise. Presumably this wasn’t a planned visit?" Knowing the woods have ears, the beast keeps his velvety tones just loud enough for the femme before him to hear when his crimson stained kissers part. While technically there was no harm in him talking to Aelin he’d rather not broadcast the conversation. Especially if it was going to end up going in a particular direction. "You look well." It’s a simple observation, and one the beast feels no need to expand upon. The femme is not stupid enough to miss the probing behind it. Whether she gives him anything useful in return is another matter. Given their past interaction it wouldn’t surprise the beast if she rebut him with his own rather poor appearance. Perhaps he should have taken the time to tidy himself up first, after all.
"He Speaks"
Words: 377 OOC: Sorry for the rough starter I'm rusty but should get better! Set after his meeting with thomasin upon his return from captivity. He has some scraps from where he got into a fight with mariposa who was guarding him when he made his escape • illɘgal ◦
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Post by • illɘgal ◦ on Jun 18, 2024 11:56:24 GMT -7
The longer she remained in the Dark kingdom, the more angry and disgusting the fem felt. After what she had done, and agreed to, the will to live was slowly leaving her body. Gavin had not yet come for her. Similar to when the Helkaer had held her prisoner, Aelin understood. He was in charge of keeping his herd safe, still young, and it would be dangerous for him to come barging into enemy territory for her. Yet, this was different. Selven was different than an angry, wild Helkaer. He was dangerous and delusional. The last thing the mare wanted was for the young lead to somehow put Eacarrah in danger. At this point, she had no idea how far Selven would go to keep her trapped in his kingdom. On one of the few moments the mare was allowed out, under the close eye of a guard, she stood quietly in the shadowed woods. Her mind was kept carefully blank, not wanting to sink further into the despair over her actions. If she allowed herself to dwell on everything even more, she wasn't sure what kind of Aelin would go home to Gavin. It was best to pretend none of this was happening until she had to tell him and beg his forgiveness. For now, she was simply existing. Until she heard hoofbeats and caught the scent of someone familiar. The mare raised her head, straightening up as she turned to look at the boned stallion she had met all those months ago. Was he here to gloat? Did he know of Selven's deplorable plan? Did he help his king? Well this is somewhat of a surprise. Presumably this wasn’t a planned visit? She glanced at the guard, noting he seemed mildly surprised but not concerned by the beast's presence. He moved further into the trees, which was interesting. Her attention returned to the taller stallion, noting the blood and newer scratches on his pelt. No, it is not, she agreed quietly. Was he mocking her? You look well. Aelin snorted in faint amusement, an emotion she hadn't felt in weeks. Externally, perhaps. Though I could argue that I look more well than you do. There was no bite in her words, just a touch of curiosity. It was almost a relief to speak to someone else. Almost. It appears that the war has kept you busy.SpeechTAG The Quiet One and Belial! WORDS 398 TIMELINE Spring, still a prisoner in THK [before Gavin/Vigilum thread] Oop sad girl hour
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Post by The Quiet One on Jul 2, 2024 10:26:01 GMT -7
BELIAL Come Feed The Beast
The femme was clearly lost in her thoughts as the beast makes his approach. Yet, she is quick to notice the sound of his hoofbeats. Her cranium swiftly turns in his direction, a spark of recognition flaring to life as she drinks in the sight of him. His greeting has her glancing at the guard accompanying her perhaps in a bid to assess what kind of standing the beast had here. She was a prisoner after all, it was only natural to seek any opportunities there were to find a way out. Perhaps she was simply cautious about being overheard instead. The beast is not surprised when the guard accompanying the femme decides to move off. The beast isn’t foolish enough to think that he has gone far, but he knew his presence within these lands before his captivity gave him some luxuries. He had been a familiar face to all of the guards with his regular patrols since joining the herd, and they had quickly learnt to mostly give the beast some space. It was only natural then given his previous consistent presence within these lands that his return would largely be easily accepted. As long as Thomasin continued to allow it of course.
With his fellow guard gone, her attention once more return to the beast this time seeming to pay more attention to his appearance. "No, it is not," Her quiet agreement, while not unexpected, has his brow creasing beneath the skull adorning it. A dark surge of anger trickles through his veins, an upper lip curling slightly. "Fucking bastard." The muttered curse slips free easily, the beast’s feelings regarding the matter all too clear in the dark tones. It was one thing to make a tactical steal that was beneficial politically, especially during a time of war, but this was not that. From what the beast knew, it was clear that Selven had most likely been thinking more about his dick then anything. When the beast makes his remark regarding her appearance it draws a snort from her. It is one that seems to be paired with a faint sense of amusement. "Externally, perhaps. Though I could argue that I look more well than you do." Her curiosity laced response has the corners of his kisser quirking upwards as an amused glint creeps into his optics. It would seem that she had not fully lost her snark despite being stuck here with Selven doing whatever the fuck he pleased.
"It appears that the war has kept you busy." A chuckle finds its way past his kissers upon hearing such a remark, although it is largely humourless. "Something like that." The musing response comes swiftly. The beast does not expand any further, however, instead choosing to observe the femme for a moment. The contemplative air is hard to miss. Wordlessly the beast steps closer, his gaze once more ghosting over her frame. There is nothing predatory about it for once, no dark aura trying to seduce her. "Has he forced you? I do not mean just physically." There’s a hint of concern when the lowered velvety tones spring free, the beast allowing his gaze to meet hers once more as he awaits her reply. With the other guard having retreated it was in query that she could answer honestly if she wished. In part, the beast hoped she would. Not because he wished to take advantage of her trusting him, but because what he suspected Selven had been doing was not something he agreed with. While his influence might be limited, the beast would not stand idle if it was proven to be true.
"He Speaks"
Words: 607 OOC: Belial be seething <3 • illɘgal ◦
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Post by • illɘgal ◦ on Jul 17, 2024 12:14:04 GMT -7
Fucking bastard. The golden mare was surprised at the beast's tone toward his king. If the other guard heard, would it be considered treason? Sure, one doesn't have to like their royals on a personal level, but saying the words out loud seemed dangerous. She didn't pretend to know their relationship but was caught off guard nonetheless. Instead of delving deeper into that strange comment, the conversation turned towards a lighter note. She could circle back later. For now, Aelin was far too tired to try and decipher what was going through the stallion's mind. The boned beast's chuckle made her own lips twitch, though a smile didn't grace her features. Something like that. As cryptic as ever. For a moment, the silence hung between them like a living creature. It felt full of questions - heavy. Aelin barely knew the stallion, didn't even know his name. She was never one for small talk and was at a loss for words. What was there say to this stranger? Her body tensed as the mare warily watched him approach. She had no energy to fight. Has he forced you? I do not mean just physically. His question stunned Aelin, her two-toned gaze meeting his mismatched one in surprise. She glanced towards the shadows where the guard had disappeared, unsure how far away he had moved. This beast was bold, if not stupid. He was speaking of his king. Shouldn't he be worried about someone overhearing him? Aelin resisted stepping away from him, the curiosity and embarrassment keeping her rooted where she stood. Should you be asking such questions? Aren't you supposed to be a 'loyal subject'? The sarcasm started to feel natural again as she tilted her crown. He forced my hand and I can't say I'm surprised. The shrug was half-hearted. I did what I had to to protect myself and my future. He... Well, he got what he always wanted. She was afraid to say anything else, half expecting Selven himself or Damocles to step out from the shadows. Or perhaps they sent this beast to trap her. SpeechTAG The Quiet One and Belial! WORDS 340 something TIMELINE Spring, still a prisoner in THK [before Gavin/Vigilum thread] Sassy and sad
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