The hellion stallion listened to Candra and Dominque-Aime bicker back and forth, growing rather highly irritated with them both. "You speak of my mother?" Trainwreck asked the younger mare, his black eyes concentrated on her face, waiting for an answer. He listened to Candra's reply without looking at her, though he wanted to commend her on the suggestion, for it was a rather intelligent choice for her to make. The more allies, the better; especially when they were hellions. Even if there were differences between them, allies were necessary to conquer anything.
His mind wandered to his mother, and to how she was doing. He snorted, thinking of her. She had shown great strength when he was a foal, and he had not seen or heard from her since. And his father... Well, he had obviously failed in his attempt for domination. But other than that, he had not heard any of the equines he had met in his travels here speak of Armada or Corus. Perhaps these two could fill him in on some of the details he was missing.
Candra let her eyes fall with slight irritation as her mind wandered to other destinations. The so-called queen had given up her rights the moment she converted herself into the mindset of them. One of the main reasons she had left the sandy hellions' paradise was because of the continuous temptation to get a fleet of hooved ones together and end the pitiful queen. Candra could not do that - no. At least some sort of civil conversation would have to travel between them. They were both faes of extreme power, and Armada had given it up willingly.
The previous enormous king of the hot desert had been one of the attempts in the taking down of the world. Their domination had just begun, and it would be more crafty and intelligent than the one before it. Slowly, the world would fall, a few good leaders coming and going through the times. Eventually, society as they knew it would collapse, and from the ashes, a utopia of pure blood would rise. They would be supreme and strong, undefeated even. No challenge would come to them.
"Yes," she said, thinking in disgust to the queen. She must have done some sort of good for the world though, since she bared the next great king. "She has turned on our kind," she said nonchalantly, hiding the hate that laid directly below the surface of her cold words. "No more slaves for Inferno Plains. She thinks she can fight the darkness. It cannot be fought, only worked with. If she tries to contain it, sadly, she will be just like all the others," she said with a smirk, not caring in truth if the queen lived or died from one day to the next.
Anger simmered through his veins as he watched and listened to Candra. The mare had to be lying. Armada would never turn on her own. He could believe the slavery issue, but for her to align her self with normals? The thought disgusted him. "You will do your best to hold your tongue," he snapped to her, a deadly threat in his black eyes. None would speak of his mother in any disrespectful manner, no matter how much she had changed since he had seen her last. Trainwreck wanted to see this change for himself before he made and conclusions or judgements. A hateful snort was emitted from his nostrils as he stared at her. How dare she say such rude things to him? About his own mother. She was asking for her throat to her ripped out. Or perhaps her skull to be smashed in to small little pieces. The tantalizing thoughts echoed through his mind for a moment and he smirked but only slightly. His attention snapped back and he concentrated once again on Candra before him.
ooc ;; if you don't want to mess up the posting order i will delete this but im having a great deal of muse right now and i really want to type! haha
An important asset she was to him, even though she saw a threat in his eyes. Obviously, he would not actually harm her or kill her - she was going to help him conquer the world. "If you don't believe me, go see for yourself," she said seriously, looking to the horizon. If he hurried, he could be there and back before the next sunrise. Disrespecting the great Armada was not something that she wished to do around Trainwreck, but she had lost her position to a weak half hellion colt. There was no apology coming from her, for she was simply telling the truth about life.
Candra wondered how he would take the news about his sister being the queen of a 'normal'. It seemed as if their entire lineage had strayed from its original blood. Maybe, Trainwreck was the only one left of them all. Perhaps, they were depleting even more quickly than they once had been. These conversions were absurd, and their kind was weaker now in mind and in physicality. Shattered had not surprised her, for now she had lowered herself to the standards of filth and could not be trusted. Dominique was unintelligent too, speaking to 'normals'. Shouldn't she know to be true to her kind?
Of course, everyone had respect for their family line still - those did not know of the corruption that had occurred within their personalities. Shattered and Armada had both sank to the level of choosing impure hellions for their mates. They were pathetic. It wasn't like she was going to say that again in front of Trainwreck. Disgust set in her stomach towards them. Officially, she would have to be associated with them if she dared to be in the heard of the greatest hellion to come yet other than her. It was something to look forward to. It was something to hate.
He felt the need to prove this to himself but instead, he stayed in place. Their paths would cross eventually and he would find out for himself whether Armada had turned against their kind, and him. His mind wandered to shattered but she had already been too innocent for him to like. Though they were twins, Trainwreck greatly outsized Shattered and he had taken all the evil from her, it seemed. He had been disgusted with his own sister from day one, why would it be any different now?
The black stag snorted, his empty black eyes staring at her in slight anger, though rage was always present in his expressions. "Normals are only good for news and to do our light work. Other than that, they are useless." He was now turning the subject back to what Dominique had said about using the normal equines for travelling news. However, slavery was their only option. Imprisonment was the best thing for the filthy animals. It shamed him to be remotely related to those mongrels.
"I wish to seek land, and alliances, though I will align myself with no kings, for I plan on destroying them all. We will tear this kingdom apart from the inside, stealing their own slaves and the minds of their hellion mares." Trainwreck already had it forming in his head. Now, if only he could get Candra and Dominque to pair up with him. They needed to conquer a land, and quickly. The black stag wanted to get his plan started. There was much to do, with so little time.
The fae snorted at him, threat in her icy cold eyes. Even if he thought they were needed, it was to be trusted by her views that they were not. Other sources of information were available these days without the constant annoyance of a normal. Some hellions even worked for the great and mighty, just so they can be on the winning team at the end of the war. "No," she defied, defending her opinion with much force. Last time she checked, her eyes didn't lie...and neither did her thoughts.
"We don't need them," she said, stressing each word in its own way. "Have you heard of Kiambu, king of Ciera? Well, he has a snake that he sends around to spy on the other kingdoms," Candra snarled, hoping to use something similar to their advantage. Spies were overrated these days. Why not just use your surroundings to your advantage? Candra's idea was much more intelligent than both of them could think of, she knew. They would be pleased to hear a different way, a more subtle way.
Candra smirked to herself about the idea of being in a herd with slaves, torturing them every moment of the day. They would be insane, like their masters, until they ended themselves. Slaves were common, easy to find. Rarities like herself were precious treasures though, and they should be cherished every moment they stayed in one stag's possession. Candra didn't want to give herself away. She was something to be earned, her mother had taught her. "We are nothing without our slaves to labor and for our entertainment though. Sometimes, a scum stag will not see a scum mare wandering alone. That is the perfect time to strike them," she said ferociously, a glint of death in her eyes.
"Our mother has formed a council in Inferno Plains, and allied herself with Therthis. A good plan too, since he's, for the most part, neutral." the filly stomped her foot though at the mention of the strange black snake that carried information to the king of Ciera. "She is the friend of his first son, Ocean Sun. However, during the winter, she'll be gone from the lands, going beneath the snow to sleep. Many of the other animals will do so as well. Better to find as many sources of information as possible. I don't rely on the normal wanderers to bring me information, but killing them all off at random gives me less choice, and less verification for rumors."
Her eyes glinted at the talk of scum. "If we are nothing without them, then killing them really isn't the best idea now, is it, Candra? Seems you haven't thought everything through as well as you would've liked. Made mistakes before, haven't you? You had thought you loved Medarmeth. You know better than that now, you silly." she tossed her fine black head up, flames crackling at the older fae. Dominique-Aime seemed small, looking at her, but she wasn't. Her bones fit so close together, and so well that though she was sixteen hands already, she looked like she was fourteen.
"As for Armada, she's doing quite well. Jeu De'sprea and I gather information for her, among others. And Venom, who's Therthis' son, is smart and a fast learner. Inferno Plains is doing quite well indeed..."
Trainwreck kept his mouth shut tightly as the Candra contradicted her self. We did not need the scum but yet we would be nothing without them as slaves? The stallion silently scoffed in his brain. This mare was too opinionated for his tastes so far. If she was going to work by his side, she going to need to learn to back off a little. There was no reason he absolutely needed her in his quest to take over this kingdom, though she would be a rather large help.
His black eyes turned to Dominique as she spoke next. They were simply throwing their opinions at each other. Neither was giving in. This conversation was obviously going to go no where. The black stag snorted. "Enough. You both have your own opinions. So shut up and stop trying to push them on each other." His normally empty eyes were smoldering with irritation. Mares were incredibly annoying, no matter what side they aligned themselves with. It pleased him to hear that his mother was still doing well, no matter what side she was on now. He did not care. Though she was his mother, she would be below him when he ruled, as well. A slave, no, but she would obey him like all the others. " Who is Venom?" Trainwreck asked. He had not been around this kingdom for quite some time and barely knew any of the names they were throwing around.
"This petty talk is growing boring. Slaves are needed, yes, we can all agree on that. So just settle for agreeing to disagree so we can get this plan in to motion. Then you can settle your dispute." His tone was clipped and venomous as he looked back and forth between the faes, daring them to say one more word towards the argument before he snapped.
"Venom is your half-brother, and one of Candra's enemies. He's three-quarters hellion, one quarter being unicorn blood from Therthis. He happens to be one of the results of an alliance with Therthis, which came about just before Corus' downfall in the battle at Bimbisaar. He's Therthis' third son, as well as Armada's third foal. I haven't spent much time at home though, so I haven't gotten to know him as much as I would've liked." she said, smiling a bit.
"Shattered, by the way, has done rather well for herself. She's queen of Ciera now, though I noted that a couple hellions want her as part of their herd, if only to use. Lucky for her there's the snake and the filly." a glimmer of annoyance touched the filly's dark face, before she shooed it away in her mind. "Is there anything else you wish to know of though?" the snake was strange, and the filly just as strange, if not stranger. There were rumors of the little one, but Dominique-Aime hadn't met the strange youngling yet, so she wasn't quite sure.
Candra felt anger rising in her heart as the filly spoke. If she didn't shut up pretty soon, she'd be looking down on her bloody form. Still, alliances were needed, so she held her tongue as she spoke all her words. Some were true; some were lies. "Armada is not my enemy, but Therthis is. Any of Armada's foals, I will not hurt. In the war, the father of Venom turned on your father and helped to kill him," the young fae replied, remembering the traitorous ways of him. In return, life had given that bastard plenty of his own payback. It was good for him. Volo had been bred by a rabid stag because of it. Candra was sure he would never forget that one.
The princess would not fight Shattered, no matter how filthy she had become over the years. Their family still held power, even if some of it was tainted. "Yes, she is with a normal stallion, Kiambu," she glared, hating that stallion with all her heart. Kings like him needed to go - and fast. "The filly that she speaks of is not strong physically...but she hears things from the elements. Rumors have been going around," Candra replied, not wanting anyone to know how, exactly, her information was obtained.
"From what I heard, it's not just the elements. It's the dead. She's a strange one, that filly, from what the wanderers say. Very strange. She seems to know everyone, whoever they might be." she said quietly, looking at Candra with interest.
"Armada, being Therthis' ally, will likely be there when he and Exile fight. So, though not directly, she is your enemy." her dark eyes looked sorrowful as she turned her thoughts to the mention of Therthis' traitorous ways.
"You seem to forget that Corus was my sire as well. And yet still, I see why Therthis attacked him as well... For first, he made allies with Blade, and his brother was willing to back him. Therthis likely didn't care to give Corus one of his mares, as the law of Inferno Plains would have had him do. Finally, it was rather obvious that Corus would fail. He had very few allies, and only a small herd of hellion faes and yearlings to fight with him. Against all the other kings of the land, against Ashton, against unicorns and pegasus, alicorns, and hellions, as well as half hellions...." she shook her head.
"No, he was ill prepared. As was Hades. What is needed is more than one hellion king, with a large herd. Three kings, or more. No less. Then, they would have to build up armies, very, very carefully. They would need spies of all kinds. Next, they would have to plan when to attack. They would have to steal away as many faes as they could, and keep them in their lands so they could not fight. Then the strength of the other equines would wane, and hellions would have a clear advantage. Finally, they and most of the hellions in their lands would be wise to attack. No sooner, and no later."
Trainwreck was growing irritated, fast. His black eyes looked sharply at Dominique. Though he held no ill feelings towards her, he desperately wanted her to shut her big mouth. And he would tell her so. His eyes turned to Candra next. They had many of the same views, though she would never be as powerful as him. At this moment, he wanted to use his power, his intelligence in to the demonic possession he had learned of with VooDoo, but he did not. He would let the stupid fillies decide to shut up on their own.
"I know how to win a war," he snapped harshly. "I do not need the advice, or direction, of a mindless filly. Fillies are controlled simply by emotion. Those who are not, are few and far between. If you are done putting your two-cents in to this plan of mine, I would like to continue on my journey." He snorted, quickly ending the conversation that had been started, his eyes glowing slightly, much like his mothers did.
Trainwreck looked at Candra. "What lands shall I conquer first?" he asked, not really knowing who was the weakest link at this point. He did not want any allies who would expect a place of power in return, but he did not know who resided in this kingdom to this day. Help would be required, but he would never directly need it from anyone, for he was capable of great things, and great power; power the would had not yet seen.
"And you seem to believe that whenever I speak of war, I'm talking to you." she responded, her dark eyes flaring brightly, though she didn't attack. "I am able to control myself, thank you, and thankfully, unlike certain other fillies I know of, I don't go running off after the merest twinge of emotion."
Her ears were flickering around, listening to something. "However, I'll let that insult go. As for which lands... Well, perhaps Candra has a better suggestion, but either The Gemdas or Red Sun would be a good choice, since both have either just lost their kings, are will very soon. Either way, the occupants are hardly ready for a fight, with their problems and, for those of The Gemdas, occupied with the looming death of Jegathema. But if you'd rather attack at one of the stronger points, try Thowra. He's immortal now."
The sturdy fae shifted her weight, pinning her harks back at the filly who had spoken out of turn. As much as it annoyed her, she would simply have to deal with the bothersome filly. That was what separated Candra from those open mouthed bits of horse lacking in intellect so much that they spoke out against their elders. If she had dared to do that to anyone in her herd other than the slaves, she would have found herself in a fight that she couldn't win. Through time, she had been mastering the intricate important details of the fight that her mother had so graciously taught her. Of course, Candra was to take the place of the crimson fae when her time on this earth wore thin and she was summoned where any great hellion belonged.
"My father is claiming the Gemdas," Candra announced, looking to Trainwreck as she dismissed the idea. "But, if you wanted to fight Exile for it, that's your choice," she said with a shrug. "Personally, I'd say, you should go for The Rim of Heaven or Still Waters," she paused for a moment, thinking of an explanation for the lands she chose. "The Rim of Heaven has only two horses in it - the king and his sister, the queen. They're hellion, but they are older now and could be defeated easily. Still waters has only the young king and one mare," she said, looking out to the horizons where they lay. With only a few horses in them, their true leaders would not know that the evil had arrived until they had no choice but to back down.