Open your wings, evil angel `` FAL <3

[[F]allen]

CAIDAS.

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

Capacious wings were stretched to full span, tediously flapping up and down, keeping his carcass propelled within the air. Obscure feathers from his wings ruffled lightly against the wind, his trendils whipping wildly around his brawn serpentine. Melarki were pinned tautly against his cerebrum, hiding underneath the mass of dreads. His lower ligaments were partially tucked toward his body, allowing for easier flight.

It had been a while since he’d had the chance to get away from everything, to be completely and entirely alone. It was almost… calming. In a way at least, until his mind began to tune into thoughts he’d been storing away. The 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 almost 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 soaring took a deep spiral downward, wings wrapping around his embodiment as he began to plunge with controlled ferocity toward the land. Just as he came close to slashing into the realm his wings spread, his willowy evening. With a dynamic flap of his wings he slowed his flight tremendously, lowering his body toward the ground. Plate sized scythes met the soil with a loud thump, his locomotion moving forward at a proximal canter.

Caidas’ wings were still stretched out at his sides and it wasn’t until he finally slowed to a walk that they tucked back toward his sides. 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.

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. It was only fair.

Not that fairness had ever affected him before. Fair, aha. That was a joke. Life wasn’t fair, nothing was fair.

Another low growl began to leak out of his labrums that were partially parted and his ribbon escaped his mouth, running over his cracked lips with a dry clacking sound. Caidas’ throat tightened with thirst, parchment clenching against his throat. His walk transformed to a gliding duo step, his trot silent and yet puissant. It didn’t take him long to find a petite stream flowing through the peninsula, and once he had it took him even less time to reach it. Upon standing on the edge of the stream, his actions ceased, his scrutiny filtered throughout the atmosphere and after making sure there was no unwelcomed guests around he lowered his plush toward the reservoir. It was rather clear, and slid down his throat facilely.

He continued drinking for a few moments and when he finally consummated all the aqua he desired he lifted his zenith. The long drink had quenched the dryness though the thirst was still there. The appetite for another’s vital fluid of life, his demented bloodlust that would never dissipate. He longed to rip the flesh off a being, let their blood spill from their organs, from their body. He wanted to tear the meat and muscle off a beings bones, completely mutilate them. A cannibal. The only word to describe him, and yet that didn’t even cover it all. He not only slaughtered others to eat them, massacre them for food, though he enjoyed it. The look of pure horror on their face, their eyes wide. He could never get enough...

[WORD COUNT ; 1,076]
[NOTES ; BAHAHA. I am excited. ; D]

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[calypso]

This land had fog. The other had grass. The one I’m in has trees. Bore-ing. A little irritating? More than that. It was flat out ticking me off. A scowl was evident upon my countenance as I wandered ahead, not bothering to veer around the objects that scattered themselves in my path. I went through them. As if they were nothing. As far as I was concerned…they were less than nothing. An entertained glitter was obviously shown within my stare, and my gait ascended – a level of impatience. Where, oh where, have all the fun people gone…where, oh where can they be… A deep sigh resounded from my diaphragm, the trunk of my nape arcing in entirety.

In truth, I didn't care whether or not this place contained what I sought. I didn't care that I thoughtlessly roamed the lands. Whom had I to please...except myself. Oh yes...the masses. They depended on me. Right, you so funny. I sneered reticently, skull tossed in an absent-minded, habitual action which generally denoted the fact that I was internally degrading myself. I honestly despised myself. Actually. No that's wrong. I love me. I'm absolutely fantabulous. Faaaantabulous.

[/i] Sweet thoughts. I mused. Sweet thoughts. Onward and upward. Upward and onward. Forever. I was an eternally bound being.

That's a good thing and a bad thing. But really, who cares. No one cares. That's the point. That's the freedom. The pink innards of my nostrils quivered with the sensation of another sort within the radius. A toy?! Internally I perked, readily making my thoughts available for the game to begin. Odd? That I have every intention of poking and prodding this being into submission? Not at all. Something of a sadist, Calypso. The fact that I'm for all intensive invulnerable is probably the reason for my brazen behavior.

I don't get scared. There was never a time when I can recall being frightened. That being said when I was a mere century of age I was raped and foaled the product of that rape...and following its birth the filly was murdered. I had no interest in a child. I couldn't care less what happened to it. Though I knew exactly what happened to it. In detail. I relived it each time I got a fuzzy feeling. Just to squelch the idea of a perfect world with the capacity for pure beings. That world could not exist. And the detail that I knew this was my saving grace on more than one occasion.

Now, where are you, my love... The phrase, used to pedestrian in this instance was coined for a greater meaning. One that I had no intention of ever comprehending. I suppose love is not for the weak, but somehow I doubt the strong suffer it and remain as they are. How could they? Escape unscathed? Impossible.

The wings that hung at my sides twitched, but too were engulfed in nothingness as I strode purposefully through a welkin bow, disregarding the trunk in a habitual fashion. It was so commonplace now, for me to completely ignore my surroundings. At the beginning my phases were rough, I'd been subject to more than one mishap in which my internal organs suffered a great deal of damage. They were wrought with scars....but my exterior...flawless. Or as without fault as the next of my kind.

My feats were without precedent, and yet were seen as nothing more than an everyday occurence. Hazel pools swiveled, meandering over the compass in a temperate fashion...a way that mimicked a predator. An analogy most fitting for the current juncture. My posture was albeit aligned, my lobes pressed to the zenith of my cranium and my serpentine level with the majority of my spine; save the rise in my rump. That was a boisterous and gentle curve, an oximoron but again - who cares. Not as though anyone has policed the appraisal of my back side.

But back to my prey. "Where are you kitten?" I finally voiced. The tone was not at all seductive...or it was not meant to be so. But it was. Oh so wrecklessly tender, gentle...alluring. It was something akin to being slapped gently in the face.

Wakey, wakey. [/size][/color][/blockquote]

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CAIDAS.

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

A bored look cast within his multicolored chasms, his countenance expressionless, blank. Water droplets dripped from his maw, labrums slightly ajar. His gaze averted downward to the crystal clear aqua, his reflection gazing back at him. He stood there for a few seconds staring vacuously at the reflection. Finally he tore his ogle from the flowing stream when he heard a rustling behind him. With magnificent speed he pushed his weight toward his haunches, lifting his frontal appendages ever so slightly. Turning hastily Caidas landed silently on the loam, his body placed in the same location as it had originally been though now he was in the opposite direction. Trained gaze scanned through the mass of forestry before him, his gawking landing on a pack of deer.

His ribbon rolled out of his mouth once more and across his chapped labrums, his fangs stinging with bloodlust. His carcass was completely stationary as his chasms shifted through the numerous victims; landing on a duo segregated a short distance from everyone else. The left side of his lappets curled upward, a tyrannical smirk casting over his semblance. Ah, well, he found his amusement for the next minutes or so. Perhaps he could quench his burning desire with these weakling creatures here.

Muscles coiled, though preparing for an attack. He pushed most of his tonnage toward his rear once more though his front scythes remained placed upon the sodden earth below. Ebony whipcord flicked against his hinds with an indelicate movement. The second his dreads swatted against his flanks a fire began to run along the ground by the deer. It formed a colossal circle around the trapped couple, the flames too high for them to jump over. All the other deer’s began to run around in a frenzy, unsure of what was going on, what had happened. Caidas glanced at them briefly before focusing on his meal once more; the others weren’t his problem.

Like most of the creatures outside the circle the ones inside began to run around as well, their frightened cries echoing throughout the landscape. A dry, murderously beaming cackle protruded from deep with Caidas’ gullet as he watched them squirm, he could sense their perturbation from his own distance away.

Tensed muscles were now put to use and with a multitudinous leap forward his massive wings shot out from his sides and he was in the air. A few large pumps lifted his willowy even higher into the stratosphere though he was still fairly close to the ground beneath. As he got closer toward his anxious feast he lifted his embodiment just high enough to pass through his own flamed trap unscathed. Once he was across the inferno his body plunged downward, his massive form landing on one of the two victims. Hugely feathered wings tucked into his sides the moment his hooves touched the dirt to be sure nothing damaged them. As instantly as he landed on the first of his deer and tucked in his wings, immense fangs drove with skilled perfection into the jugular of the creature.

Blood spurted from the animal’s esophagus, a low gurgling sound escaping, its own fluid flowing from the corns of its mouth. Cai extracted his fangs from the now limp body though used them as a tool of sorts, a cutting knife. Inserting his fangs at the base of his earlier wound his slid them quickly down its stomach, innards and more gore flowing out. His muzzle was inserted into the mammal’s body, dentiels tearing at the tender meat and devouring it. He would have been content to sit there and consume his dinner though the squeal of the other invertebrate he’d momentarily forgotten about caught him off guard. He paused, lifting his cerebrum and turning to look back at the other, his exposition now more annoyed them anything else. He tilted his zenith to the side, unsure of how to dispose of the quadruped; he wouldn’t need the other after all.

Being as impatient as he was he decided upon the easiest way he could currently think of. Staring at the animal he locked his gape upon its wide eyes, and then with a twitch of his right chasms the creature fell instantly to the ground, its body hitting the soil like a rock. Caidas couldn’t help but chuckle lowly, his laughter homicidal and mutilated. The deer would never see again, never breath again; its life cut short for unnecessary reasons. What a way to die though, your blood froze from the inside. That was what Caidas had done in his quick stare and twitch of an eye, he’d simply frozen its blood. A quick and yet excruciatingly painful procedure. He shrugged his shoulders indolently before turning back to his meal he continued to gobble it down, tearing muscles and flesh from the bone. The inflammation tediously died down as he continued on until, with a final flick of his tail again, they vanished all together.

After his banquet was finished he lifted his zenith entirely, blood tainting his plush and dripping off his fangs. He licked his lips, drying the dripping though his semblance was still stained. Filled up he trodded off, melarkies flickering restlessly. He wasn’t exactly sure where he was going at the moment or what he planned to do. Perhaps he would go back to his acreage, he hadn’t been there for a few hours or so, he needed to make sure no unwanted visitors dare try to roam his home. They would be massacred instantly, Caidas didn’t tolerate trespassers. Sluggishly shifting his plodding trot to a zealous canter he meandered onward, back toward the direction of his land though not entirely rushing.

As though some unnatural force pulled him to a halt he suddenly ceased his motions, a solitary melarki curving erect upon his pole. Nostrils flared, taking in the delicious aroma that began to waft into his nasal passages. Though he was uncertain what to do he continued to stand still, inhaling the luscious fragrance. It wasn’t until a devious and yet seductive voice filled his auditors that he decided what to do. Moving now in the direction of the vocalizers and scent he set forth to met the madam behind the aromatize. After a few moments of wandering a figure finally began to appear ahead, standing behind an assemblage of towering timbers. A brow lifted over his facials, an inquisitive utterance now peeling over his façade. ‘Oh la la, looky here. What a cute little bitch to play with. If she’s as smart as she is attractive we might have something here.’ Rotating his oculus within their chambers his brow resumed its natural position, brawn ligatures drawing him all the more imminent.

“Well now, I may not be the kitten you were looking for but I just couldn’t resists the temptation to approach you.” His baritones were soft like velvet and yet laced with such diabolical derangement he might as well had the word crazy painted over his forehead. Breaking Cai’s scrutiny from her he temporarily looked down at himself, just then realizing he was still covered in crimson, hmmm, well that was sure to look interesting. Running his tongue over his fissured lips and stained fangs he waited her reply far more patiently then what was typical for this beast.

[WORD COUNT ; 1,219]
[NOTES ; YEAHER. x]]

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[calypso]

To begin with, I didn't care who I'd come across. I didn't care what it looked like, what its gender was, whether it had a mother or answered to any force above. What I did care about was whether or not this life force would cooperate, after all I had every intention of using it in the worst way. So? Come forth. And show me what you have that makes you think you're oh so glamorous. From the moment the sound of motion was decipherable I grew still. Waiting, the ever patient duckling, for this creature to amble through the vegetation. Well good show, take your time. I have all the time in the world. Glossed wings, both made of feather and spine quivered as a breeze spread the depths of the fixtures. The zephyr eased some of the tension that had a tendency to build within the hollow of my shoulder blades, considering that the added weight was not at all "normal" for an equine type life form to possess, thestrals had developed muscles to accomodate such an addition. And yet we still occasionally suffered for this evolution.

A shame it is. To suffer as a result of undisputed superiority. Ah well, no pain - no gain, right? Wrong. I had no intention of suffering for all eternity. Suffering any longer than absolutely necessary was a ludicrous prospect. What fool made up that philosophy? Don't know? Well if you ever discover the nincompoop make sure it's shot, yes? Whomever it was was smoking something just a little ways from the pedestrian drug. The fact that this being was making its way towards me was not at all a bother. More of something to look forward to. A people person I am not but I'm always ready for a puppet to play with. A toy. Something I regard as an inanimate object. That was the kind of being I was interested in at this point in time. As far as the future went I don't think beyond the next five minutes. Why? Well to be quite honest eternity is a long time and I'm not a fan of planning or being overwhelmed. One step at a time suits me just fine, thank you.

As the being came into visibility I oggled the negrescent pelt, the obnoxiously large build, the wingspan and finally the countenance. All shamelessly. The antic of a being so utterly at home in her own skin that the context in which others see her. You don't like me? Feel free to bite the big one.

The words that came out of his mouth made me blink slowly at him for several moments, a slow lazy smirk returning the obviously cunning expression that behemoth bequeathed me. Not a kitten? I doubt it. For the most part, they were all kittens. Babies. Pansies. Wusses. Retarded emo turds whose conception of strength ranges from eatting things to being emotionally inaccesible. Right. that makes sense. The urge to roll my eyes was almost too much to overcome at that point but the careful, ever japing, expression remained unmoving upon the pleasing feminine facet at my crest. The crimson stains that littered his hide were a point of interest, despite the fact that I didn't care what his diet looked like. Had he no concept of cleanliness? Hygiene? Was he under the common misconception that being filthy made him more credible in the underworld?

Silly, silly boy.

A brow ascended skeptically and I eyed the being for several long, discerning moments before I murmured in that same beautiful, soft but edged tone. "You're more than welcome to your opinion. But you appear quite the fluffy feline to me. As far as your resistance goes, I'm sure you are far more strong than you would give yourself credit for." Testing the waters. I was playing with him already. Not an all out war just yet. But seeing what his demeanor mirrored was the initial point to this encounter. He'd get to witness me at work. to think he had a sweet, beautiful creature to use and abuse and BAYAM! He'd realize that I was having as much fun was he had been and then his fun would be over. I know I've said this once before but let me remind you, 'kay? I'm incorruptible. Intolerable. Indispensable. Inescapable. Invulnerable....

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