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Post by • illɘgal ◦ on Aug 29, 2024 12:16:47 GMT -7
It wasn't an easy decision for the new Vigilum member to take Luna's place in Shadow's Edge. She looked up to the priestess, thankful that she had given her shelter and answered Bishop's many, many questions, including extremely personal ones. The Versai had been at the short end of the stick for far too long, especially during this war. Bishop had yet to visit the Dark kingdom and decided this would be a good opportunity to expand her horizon and start establishing more connections. Was being a temporary prisoner the right way to go about it? Most likely not. She didn't know the stallion or what motives he had for attempting to take Luna, but she was determined to find out. Bishop left the Highlands when the sun rose, trusting the timberwolf to help guide her towards yet another new land. The pair had to stop several times to ask for directions and the strangers they met seemed hesitant to help. They might have been suspicious, perhaps even concerned, but when they saw the Vigilum brand seared into the mare's pelt, they were more inclined to provide assistance. Sonya had listened carefully, maintaining a steady pace and navigating towards the Dark kingdom. The wolf pulled the black mare to a stop near what she assumed to be a border, the scent thick with recent patrols. To say the Vigilum was nervous would be an understatemen. Though now she would be able to sense any lies or deception from anyone she would meet, her blindness automatically puts her at a disadvantage to pick up on important body language. Over the years, Sonya had developed subtle cues to help assist the equine in her struggles, but it didn't do much to settle her anxiety. With a deep, steading breath, Bishop let out a long, soft call. If the lead himself wasn't able to meet her, hopefully someone nearby would be able to take her to him. She could only imagine how he would react to having the Vigilum as a guest rather than the Versai priestess, and had hope he would have enough respect and knowledge for the group to not resort to any violence. Bishop hoped to have a conversation with him and learn more about his intentions, thoughts, and get to know a prominent member of the Dark kingdom. It was a gamble, she was aware, but one Bishop felt she had to make. She had made promises to Duramus and herself, and it was time to put the money where her mouth was. SpeechTAG ✦ F a e r i i e f o x ✦ and Malice WORDS 400+ TIMELINE Summer, after ritual Here's Bishop for you!
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Post by ✦ F a e r i i e f o x ✦ on Aug 31, 2024 2:23:01 GMT -7
Malice had been on the brink of savoring his triumph when he had done his steal, his blood pulsed with the thrill of it all as he had been closing in on his prize, the Versai priestess. She had been within his grasp, a key piece in his strategy to assert dominance, to send a message that even the most sacred were not beyond his reach. But now, as he stood at the border of Shadow’s Edge, the truth was a bitter, acrid taste on his tongue. Someone had interfered. His blood-red eyes, darkened with rage, flickered to the source of the disturbance. A call, soft and deliberate, reached his ears, its tone laced with nervousness. The scent of the Vigilum was unmistakable, and his nostrils flared as he drew it in, recognizing the unmistakable traces of another in the priestess’s place. A replacement. He had been furious when he had gotten the news. How dare they undermine him, how dare they presume to decide who he could take? The audacity of it all fanned the flames of his anger, his powerful form trembling slightly with the effort of containing it. But Malice was not one to lose control; his rage, though fierce, was cold and calculated. He would use it, channel it into something far more devastating than raw emotion. This whole situation was to be played to his advantage, he would make sure of it. He moved with purpose, each step echoing with the weight of his displeasure as he approached the Vigilum mare at his borders, trying to call for him. Her black form, contrasted against the dense shadows of the land, was a picture of calm resolve, but Malice couldn't help but feel the need to crush it at first chance. She was brave, certainly, but foolish—naively believing that her status would shield her from the storm she had stepped into. As he emerged from the gloom, his imposing figure blocked out what little light remained, casting a dark shadow over Bishop. He loomed over her, his expression a mask of barely restrained anger. The wolf at her side scared him not, he had dealt with their likes before, should it try anything. His voice, when he spoke, was a deep, dangerous rumble, laced with venom. “You think you can simply take her place?” he snarled, his gaze boring into her with the intensity of a predator sizing up its prey. “You dare to stand where she should be, to deny me what I have claimed?”
He took a step closer, his breath hot and heavy as it misted in the cool evening air. “Do you expect to get special treatment just because you thought yourself brave to take her place?” His tone was sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade. “However... I guess making your stay here as torturous as possible before you return could make for some entertainment as well.”His eyes flicked briefly to the timberwolf at her side, a silent acknowledgment of the creature’s loyalty. But Malice’s focus remained on the mare, his voice dropping to a low, threatening whisper. “Welcome to Shadow's Edge, Vigilum lackey.”He loomed ever closer, his presence suffocating, his fury barely leashed as he looked down at her for a moment, before laughing a little, turning around. The bone hued giant started to walk into his territory, knowing that someone as dutiful as a Vigilum would follow and honour the deal she'd made, instead of trying to run from her fate. tag; • illɘgal ◦ notes; credit for art - faeriiefox
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Post by • illɘgal ◦ on Sept 8, 2024 11:33:54 GMT -7
The ebony fem took the short time between her call and the stallion's appearance to take a deep breath and straighten herself. There was a time and place for her nerves, and it was time she learned to get them under control. She had a true mission now - an important one. It was time to buck up and get her shit together, especially after she took the opportunity to make such an important move so soon after her appointment. Equine and canine waited patiently, one virtue that had never changed. She wouldn't be surprised if he sent someone in his stead to collect her, given that he was most likely displeased by the change in his plans. Instead, she watched the ivory beast approach with his displeasure clearly shown in his body language. The wolf bristled but remained silent, full of as much curiosity and caution as Bishop. You think you can simply take her place? You dare to stand where she should be, to deny me what I have claimed? Her skull tilted toward the sound of his voice, sightless blue eyes narrowing at his tone. I do, she stated simply, tone remaining light despite the malice that painted his words. She heard him draw closer and the timberwolf began to rumble softly in warning. Do you expect to get special treatment just because you thought yourself brave to take her place? No, she truly didn't, especially since he was new as a lead. Given his recent acquirement of the land and his deliberate attempt at taking someone so prominent, there was no reason for the mare to be treated differently than any prisoner should be. However... I guess making your stay here as torturous as possible before you return could make for some entertainment as well. At his words, Bishop's ears slid back. Was that your intent with Luna? To torture her? What a cliche, she shook her head slightly, almost disappointed in the beast. True, he was of the Dark alliance, but resorting to torture because he was displeased? Welcome to Shadow's Edge, Vigilum lackey. The venom chased away whatever anxiety had been coursing through her veins during her trip. She could feel him shift even closer, the air between them beginning to change with the warmth coming off his body. Did he even notice she was blind? Sure, she could feel his threatening aura and could deduce that he was trying to intimidate her, but it didn't quite work so well when she couldn't see him. Sonya did notice, however, her fur rising against Bishop's hocks and her growl growing louder. As Malice turned away and she heard his hoofbeats begin to depart, she followed. What else was there to do, argue? Sonya hesitated for only a moment before resuming her duties as a guide, following the stallion a few paces behind. Bishop could hear the river, though unsure of how close it was to the small group. What was the purpose behind taking the priestess, if you don't mind me asking, she doubted he would answer or even give her the truth, but the curiosity was evident in her words as they marched through his land. Do you really intend to torture me? What do you hope to gain? Those questions were purely to prepare her for what was to come, though she wasn't sure he would answer them either. Was he doing this simply to show strength? Disrespect? Would he share his thoughts and plans with a stranger? Most likely not. But perhaps she could gain some insight on the Dark kingdom and those Queen Thomasin trusted to rule her lands. It was worth a try. SpeechTAG ✦ F a e r i i e f o x ✦ and Malice WORDS 600+ TIMELINE Summer, after ritual Poor, curious lady
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Post by ✦ F a e r i i e f o x ✦ on Sept 15, 2024 4:13:33 GMT -7
Malice's steps were slow and deliberate as they moved further into Shadow's Edge, the tension between them hanging like a thick mist. The Vigilum mare followed a few paces behind, her guide—a wolf, no less—keeping a cautious distance as it growled low in warning. The pale giant's scarlet eyes flicked toward the sound of the growl, but his expression remained cold, indifferent to the timberwolf’s agitation. The mare's boldness, however, intrigued him more than he would admit. To take the place of someone as important as Luna, and to stand firm despite the danger, showed that she wasn’t easily cowed. Yet Malice wasn’t one to be impressed so quickly. As the dark mare asked her questions, Malice halted abruptly. The sudden silence in his hoofbeats made the air feel thicker, as if the entire land was holding its breath. He turned his head slightly, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips as he glanced over his shoulder at her. “Torture?” His voice was low, laced with a dark amusement. “That’s what you think this is about? I have no need for such crude methods. Torture, while effective for certain things, is nothing but an outlet for those with no real sense of control.”He began moving again, slower this time, his voice carrying over his shoulder, deliberate in its pace. “You think I took the priestess to prove something?” He scoffed, the sound barely a rumble in his chest. “Luna is valuable—too valuable to be wasted on petty games. If you were here for something as simple as punishment, you wouldn’t be walking behind me right now. You’d be screaming.”His words were cruel, a reminder of his his lack of need to be nice, but there was no passion behind them. His thoughts were elsewhere, calculating. “As for my purpose,” he continued, tone lowering, “I have no intention of sharing that with you, Vigilum.” He is words lacked of emotion behind the name, he held no need to offer any insight in what he felt, other than disgust, for her organisation. He stopped again, this time near the river that cut through his land. The sound of rushing water filled the silence between them, a contrast to the harshness of his words. He turned partially toward her, his imposing figure looming even larger in the dimming light. His gaze, sharp and unyielding, fixed on the sightless mare before him. “You don’t belong here,” he said finally, voice cold as ice. “And yet, you came. Either you’re braver than you look, or you’re a fool.”His eyes bore into her, almost wanting to test her resolve. “But since you are here, make no mistake: your place in my lands will be determined by how useful you prove to be.” He let the words hang, the implication clear. “What matters is how you intend to survive here.”Malice stepped closer, towering over her now, the heat of his breath brushing against her skin as he spoke the next words softly, though with no less menace. “What I hope to gain… well, that’s something you might figure out. If you stay long enough. Now keep up, your stay here have just begun.”With that, he turned again, leaving her to contemplate his words, the dark promise of her uncertain future within his kingdom hanging in the air like a guillotine waiting to drop. His hooves plunged into the cold, rushing water as he crossed the river. Sure hooves refused to slip even an inch, and even if his long braid was soaked as he got out of the water, he just shook his head and body some, getting the worse of the water off. He was going to lead her into the heart of his lands, as the prisoner she was. tag; • illɘgal ◦ notes; credit for art - faeriiefox
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