Ties of hell

[tainted]

heed all those who dare cross the path of she....


The land of the king.. lay before her barren an desolate, silence had conquered for now. making nothing to allow noise. wings flared up, passing on low hissing noises as preperation was intold to land.. hooves churned into the beach sand, sinking.
emotionless occulis, glanced aimlessy at the water retreating at her steps towards the it..nasal flared sending droplets every were.A snort was delivered into the atmosphere. A thirst was itching at her throat, not the thirst of normal equids, but the thirst for the blood of the living..



...tainted minds always become the killers....


scythes moved the wench towards trembling timbers swaying beneath the harsh wind, melarkies rose to hear the waves pounding itself against the sand.. the water, glinted... like a innocent flower, but underneath lay the killer to all...A chuckle rose from within her chest, at the sound of the birds chirping around the area.Sudden movement was clicked into the bulk, as wings spread out stretching, a shook rippled through her physique.
A scent began to linger within the winds... an known scent that her mind could not place..
Time past as a small chuckle was produced from the lips, Caidas the only one who she had a mutal friendship with..or was it even a friendship? it was just something that both could tolerate with eachother..
He was now king of thestrals.


..death's gates have parted for such of invite as you.....

silence was now begining to grasp hold of the land,the sun slowly surrendering to the oncoming mooon.Darkness would fall around everywere clothing those in its Sheild.
Moonbeams, flooded the beach area, seducing those who were less minded. luring them into the clear water, to only be gone.. wasted way...a pitiful life.. one who would not die by her means.
a sigh escaped, not long til Caidas will find her..oh how happy he would be to see me... sarcasm was my thing... excitment was a bore to me.


Shadows flickered around the grounds, as timbers bent an groaned to the wind.Now was time to Quench the thirst that gnawed at her mind for the time placed her...to taste the sweet blood of the weak dripping down her throat..


The Hunt was on.

[[F]allen]

CAIDAS.

[So I'm the king of all these things.]
[Of this mess I have made.]

Graceful locomotion carried the beast throughout his homestead; melarkies flicking upon his finely chiseled cerebrum as he listened intently to everything around. Massive scythes pounded the loam blatantly even though his moves were lithe, large half crescents imprinted within the soil that supported his carcass. Tousled locks whipped around his muscled serpentine, the wind he created through his own motion disheveling his trendils all the more. His zenith was held arrogantly toward the firmament above, Caidas’ entire aura relaying nothing but egotistical confidence.

He was always like that though, believing he was far more superior then everyone else around him. He was Thestral King, the first mutated equine within this realm to start a land, to challenge the virulent King of Lycans, to become something. He was the soul reason that Thestrals were moving into these lands, the reason that the continuous war between his kind and the Lycans had fired; and he was d.amn proud of it. He had full and complete reliance in not only himself though his entire race. He knew that with their population growing and the numbers between the two species finally starting to even out they had an equal chance, if not already holding the upper hand. The only reason he had come close to falling before was for the simple fact the citizenry of the two kinds were dramatically different, the Lycan clearing having the upper hand with a good four or five to one. This was different though; it would be altered this time. He would win, he would predominate. The Thestrals were made for this, for combat, for ruling, and they would prevail. Sawblade wouldn’t hold his reign long, oh time for him was running short. He would soon be slaughtered, just like his first commander. Then Caidas would take his rightful place as ruler of Echoue Amarre, the entire province. For now he could deal with where he stood, King of the Thestrals, leader of around half the land. Sawblade had already basked in the glory of ruling the entire acreage before Caidas challenged him, and so now it was his turn. Caidas was far more fit to hold the position then that weak-minded fool, and he would soon prove it.

As Cai’s mind continued to swarm with the consolidated contemplation’s a single memory struck him like a bullet, twisting his ice heart. He nearly cringed inwardly as though the memory itself had pained him, truth be told it almost did. A single name popped into his mind while he sulked on the memory, malicious animosity and torment washing over him suddenly. Larka, the previous Thestral Queen, and his mate. The only harlot that Caidas had met in his entire nine hundred year plus lifetime that he didn’t completely loathe. A love of some sorts you could nearly call it. True he would never be capable of fully loving someone, there was always something he hated, alas in her case the love overrode the hatred.

Unexpectedly his labrums curled over crimson stained dentiles, fangs bore even more lethally. An earsplitting snarl ripped through his boisterous larynx with malignant intent, flames bursting through his parted jowls almost like a dragon, though for just a second. Nostrils flared widely as he snorted, shaking his cerebrum as he tossed it into the atmosphere above. Without warning his entire actions ceased, mammoth willowy now ghostly still. He remained set, cold and still as a statue. Even his breath was hushed, not even a twitch breaking his mold. After nearly a minute he suddenly reared, his entire embodiment lifting as his hind ligaments rippled with brawn muscle. Front hooves thrashed wildly before him as he balanced skillfully, a downpour suddenly beginning to fall from the sky.

A puddle had already gathered around his feet by the time that his frame lowered back to the earth, the small amount of reservoir splashing around him. He would slaughter Sawblade if it were the last thing he did. He had taken the only person Caidas had ever even partially cared for, and so he would pay the price. Caidas would tear him limb from limb, cut off his oxygen, boil his blood. He would set him on fire, freeze him, drown him in his own body fluids. So many ways, so many contrasted deaths, and Cai wouldn’t even have to touch him. Oh, how he would though. It wouldn’t be satisfying enough to just watch him die, h.ell no. He would personally make it hurt, he would make sure that b.astard felt the most intensifying agony he’d ever experienced in his life.

Just as his hostility began to boil over something caught him off guard, momentarily cutting off the fury. A scent tediously drifted through his paper thins. At first another snarl dared to escape his gullet though as he took another deep breath in he recognized the scent, Tainted Lies. She was one of the female warriors in his land. He nodded to himself briefly, deciding then to approach the shrew and see just exactly what she was up to. Caidas was always nosy like that, it was as though he constantly needed to know what was going on, especially in his own quarry. Not to mention he hadn’t seen her in the past few days, he was almost to the point of assuming she wasn’t coming back, he’d talk with her about that as well. Sure, the warriors were allowed to come and go as they pleased though that didn’t give her the d.amn right to be gone for nearly three days; she should be obligated to return every night. She was one of his protectors, how could be rely on the unreliable? She wasn’t permitted to go off for times on end to frolic around, she was here to be serious about her work. She played a very important role in the hierarchy, however it was also a title easily removed. If she didn’t want to fulfil his expectations then she wouldn’t be anything more then a herd mare, forced then to remain only in the lands. Her privileges would be gone completely.

Caidas’ operation began once more, oddly supple and yet stalwart actions moving him forward. He maneuvered his direction only slightly so that he was now heading toward his object of pursue, Tainted Lies. The closer he got the stronger her aroma became, it wouldn’t be long now. Entering a mass of grouped trees bonded so close together he began to weave his way in between, hiding his obscure carcass within the shadows, hidden flawlessly. A break of light entered and he halted directly before it, still hidden, silent, stalking. He cold now see the b.itch, her pale gray body shining lustrously against the reflection of the ocean she strode aside. A malicious idea popped into his mind and without rationally thinking about it his whipcord swatted against his hind. The very second the tips of his tail met his flank flames burst from the sand covered ground, circling around the harlot that was now trapped within the ring of fire. A smirk crawled across his visage, tugging at the ends before fully dispersing. After a few seconds he stepped calmly from the shadows, immersing himself within the light from the departing sun above. The weakened rays shined down upon his ebony peltage, even catching the colored tinges within his chasms. Caidas’ scrutiny was already centered on the near helpless femora, and just as quick as the fire had arrived he harshly swung his tremendous zenith to the right and a large gust of wind blew away the flames.

It only took him but another spare second or so to reach her once the incandescence had disappeared, and when he finally did desist it was perhaps a bit too close for comfort, her own at least. Caidas had never really had a ‘personal bubble’ persay. A barbarian expression was painted across his semblance, that cocky smirk still shown clearly over his labrums. His chasms bore within her own, dancing with wild bloodlust.

“It’s so nice of you to join my harem once more Tainted.” The baritones were spat calmly and yet laced with such poison any with true intellect would be frightened. “Next time let’s not take three f.ucking days, hmm? Don’t take advantage of your rights to come and go as you please, they will easily be stripped from you.” He paused, a brow rising over his face then, a corrupt undertone overtaking his facials. “I’m certain you don’t want to lose your position as a warrior, now do you?” His voice, velvety seductive was also austere, his words rough. The brow once risen now fell back to its regular position however his gaze never faltered from her own, almost as though it were locked there.

[WORD COUNT ; 1,463]
[NOTES ; Oh la la. This will be fun. =]]

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