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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 5, 2010 4:34:36 GMT 8
The fae galloped in loudly, looking around, watching already. Some of them would run in fear and hide at the sight of her; some would come to try their chances with her. Her dubbance was Temia, the feared one. Not even a horse but a hellion she was, just looking to kill at any chance she had. There were lots of lovers here, but that life would not appeal to her. She had never loved, and she supposed she never would. The others that Temia had met were all so..different...so odd. There had been some like her, but they had always made her angry with their insistence of her love and adoration.
Temia was kind of picky about who she went with although not really. All that the stallion would have to prove was that he was stronger and meaner than the others. Stags like that would provide great protection and a good herd life. Although she would not easily settle for just a member of the herd, she would accept it if that's what was given to her. The fae smiled slightly as she thought of ripping them apart. Wasn't that what she always thought about? She didn't know.
Trotting over to the stream, she drank a little. It was a vulnerable position she was in, but not many stags could harm her without being harmed themselves.
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Post by otho on Aug 13, 2010 12:00:16 GMT 8
Exile
I sniffed the air, my hot breath causing clouds of steam to rise through the air. Beneath my hooves the snow lay cold, unaffected by the flames that played along my length, arching, twisting and spiraling in a pure, ivory dance. My entirely blue eyes, pitiless and cold against the heat of my flames showed nothing. I made my face a mask, showing no emotion, not even the bloodlust that rose in the blood of all my kind.
I sniffed the cold, biting air again. No, I was not wrong. Another hellion was in Alaknanda. A hellion mare.
I headed towards her scent, my white hooves moving faster, faster as I headed in her direction. There would be no one to stop me, no one to compete with me. Therthis was in Inferno Plains, seemingly happy with his pathetic excuse for a queen, Scar. Corus was busy making war and chaos, but I, I managed to come to the claiming river just as a hellion mare came as well.
"Greetings, mare. I am Exile. Who are you?" I ask in my normal tone, a slightly haughty, cool voice, with a lingering air of concealed lust. How I longed to finish the introductions! I would enjoy skipping over much of the small talk 'normal' stags had to engage in when trying to convince mares to join their herd. No, hellions didn't usually bother much with that nonsense, except, of course, when dealing with a rival at times when attacking them physically isn't an option.
I shook my head slightly, bringing myself back from my daydreams of ripping out Therthis' throat. Now was not the time for that. Now was the time to convince this mare to come with me. I wondered whether or not she would be swayed by an offer of power. After all, how many hellions wouldn't want to be given a position of power? But I should wait till after she has told me her name to offer her the place of queen in my subherd... Not that subherding was likely to win me any favor with her... But ah well, if I can manage to kill Therthis, then the path to my own lands will be clear... And Xanerath won't know what hit him.
I shook myself slightly again. Far out of topic Exile, very far out. Here about the hellion fae, not the backstabbing sons of a backstabbing king! I told myself in reproof, looking intently at the fae, expectancy flickering in my eyes of purest, coldest blue.
OOC: Muse running on overtime. I think it went a bit overboard, no?
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 15, 2010 4:57:19 GMT 8
Temia moved over to the frozen river, watching its clarity. Even in this burdening winter for some, the hellion fae always retained warmth. This would always be, for the crimson fae was a purebred, not like these others...mud-bloods that would try to come and 'win her heart'. If she actually did have a heart to win, it would take everything to get to the center of it. Things were just beginning in this life of hers; Temia was young only enduring six years of life.
Bright, ravaging flames draped across her boa as she sensed another's presence. It was surely a stag, and he smelled different than the others; he was more like herself. The one who was coming for her was a hellion, which was actually what she was looking for.
Temia's orbs of emerald scanned the area, looking, searching for the stallion that was nearing with the second. Yes, he was definitely a hellion. Her features were splashed with insensitivity, uncaring emotions; The hellion was rather intrigued by him though, already. This stag was muscular, strong, and surely a good protector of his mares. If only his attitude was as perfect as his structure. A slight worry crossed her mind that he may be one of the others that she heard about, a disgrace to the hellion lineage. If he was on the side of Ashton, a word she would not utter.
The hellion fae watched his orbs of deep blue, like the river that was now frozen. "Greetings, Exile. I am Temia," she said, expressionless.
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Post by otho on Aug 15, 2010 7:04:45 GMT 8
Exile
I took in her form with pleasure, as well as her expression. She was tall, slightly taller than I was. Of course, I had always been about medium as far as hellion standards went... Temia's coat was a deep red and black which reminded me forcefully of the blood of creatures spilling forth as I killed them. That, coupled with her strange, glowing eyes and her flaming mane and tail was enough to release several emotions from beneath my careful blanket of cool bloodlust, a pattern of killer instincts and fighter's skill that I had worked on for a year before.
"I suppose we're both wondering the same thing right now, so I'll quite happily dispense with the pointless ramblings that seem to be considered small talk by the mutts and normal horses. I am not on Ashton's side, though I did at one point use a threat involving him in order to get what I wanted." I smiled slightly, though I knew it wasn't what most nonhellions would call it. More likely, they'd describe it as a cruel sneer, that mocked the very idea of a warm smile. "What of you? Do you enjoy the company of the traitors, mongrels, and mutts? Or do you stay true to your hellion nature?" Not that I wouldn't allow her to come with me, even if she did, but that would mostly be simply for the sake of causing her some pain before I killed her. It had, after all, been quite some time since I had the pleasure of ripping another limb from limb. Yet for some reason I doubted she was one such mare. Perhaps it was her expression; emotions of deepest scorn and mocking. No, she was most likely a killer, a true hellion.
"I live in Inferno Plains, by the way. Mostly simply due to convenience: No need to get second hand information from a slave or mutt. If it were otherwise, I would've simply killed a certain half-hellion I know who's sided with Ashton."
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 15, 2010 8:03:52 GMT 8
A small amount of relief came upon her as he mentioned his alliance being against Ashton, but she did not let it show in her expression. Temia smiled slightly as she saw his will already to kill her, if she was not the purest of hellion. To her, Exile was like the snow in winter: dangerous, cold, and a killer of many yet beauty was found on the outside to unsuspecting victims. The crimson fae shifted her weight neutrally, listening intently.
Temia watched his smile, warm to her. To others it would be menacing, intimidating...not to her. It wasn't like he could kill her anyways, even if he wanted to. In fact, she could probably kill or injure him if she wanted to, but this didn't please her now. She would play though; she would tell him of her personality. "My nature is as pure hellion as my bloodlines," she said softly.
The hellion fae favored the extreme heat of the desert over anything, especially over those lush green places where any Ashton-sided stag could easily take over. "Inferno Plains...a powerful land. Perfect," she said, glad that he inhabited a decent dwelling.
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Post by otho on Aug 15, 2010 11:51:10 GMT 8
Exile
I moved several steps closer, leaving a few feet between us. A more comfortable distance, which allowed me to drop my voice noticeably. "Somewhat surprising that you aren't of mixed bloods. There have been many to enter these lands. And many of them have allied with Ashton. I know of one who's blood is so tainted he can only produce sparks and small flames. Pathetic really." I paused, allowing the smallest hints of more powerful emotions to play across my features. Lust, strength, power, and an almost wolfish thirst for battle.
"Would you join me in Inferno Plains, Temia? I currently lack a queen, and I think that you would be quite capable of filling that position."
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 15, 2010 23:22:38 GMT 8
Temia let him speak his words in a soft manner; there were others here. It was really none of their business what was being said in this small place. "The mixed breeds..they disgust me. How could a hellion possibly want to breed with a normal horse?" she murmured. The hatred she had for those types showed with every word she said. Even mentioning them, brought hatred into her heart. Thinking of this hellion, who only would produce small bits of fire didn't bother her that much. Temia just greatly disrespected the sire and dam of that thing.
Just as any other hellion, Temia wanted a position of power where she could rule over others. A queen she thought. It sounded interesting to her, and she would definitely go for it. "I shall go to Inferno Plains with you," she said neutrally. It was an offer she couldn't resist.
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Post by otho on Aug 16, 2010 4:44:17 GMT 8
Exile
"To cause them pain," I said simply, shaking my head. Normal mares hated such things, but I hated even more the thought of a hellion mare submitting to a normal stag, as if they were equals. Although, if any hellion mare were to join such dirt, then she was worse than they. After all, they didn't have much choice on the matter of their status.
"Nonhellion mares are often used as playthings by low ranking stallions. Usually because it tortures the femmes; their own flesh bearing the blood of those they hate and fear. Giving life to a monster." I myself was slightly intrigued by that form of torture, since it would offer leverage, terror, and another slave, but I had always refrained from it. Mostly because of my disgust with such mutts as Therthis, who was a hellion unicorn crossbreed, but also because it drew more of them to me, in exchange for other forms of pleasure...
"However, one thing you should know... There are a few of the mutts within Inferno Plains, one holding the position of Beta. He acts hellion, but his queen is a common fae he probably picked up in the slummiest part of this area." I scowled as I spoke of him, a flicker of annoyance crossing my face, though it never reached my eyes, which expressed no feeling. If Temia wished, when I destroyed the little mongrel, she could destroy his queen however she liked, although I had had plans for the trumped-up slave.
"Shall we then, my queen?" I asked her, looking out to the river, away from the setting sun, and towards Inferno Plains.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 16, 2010 7:30:44 GMT 8
The stallions taking normal mares as their slaves did not bother her much. About these mares, she did not care; the stallions that claimed them could kill them if they wanted to. Temia could not bring it to her mind that a hellion stallion would ever want to choose a non hellion as their queen. She could never even consider running with anyone other than Exile at this moment, since he offered the most power and protection. Temia nodded, knowing she cared nothing for the normal mares.
Temia remembered from the herd she grew up in that there were many normal mares that her father kept. They were indeed slaves and nothing more. She remembered that she was treated nicer by her father than her half brothers and sisters, probably only because she was the princess though. "That happened a lot where I came from. My sire would capture mares from other herds and force them to come with him; I'm used to the practice," she said. Of course, hellions needed their fun too. It just seemed to be that hellions' ideas of fun were different than the normal horses' ideas of fun.
A look of disgust came upon her features as he spoke of the mud- bloods living in Inferno Plains. Temia would be slightly gladdened if they were destroyed. How did they deserve the position of beta when they were not of pure hellion blood? she thought, her lust for blood rising as she fantasized about tearing the queen to shreds that thought she was a higher rank than herself. "That must have been horrible...to have to accept a rank lower than those repulsive mud bloods," she said, understanding that they were trouble.
"And, yes, we shall, my king," she said softly as she looked in the same direction as he.
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Post by otho on Aug 16, 2010 8:49:57 GMT 8
Exile
"Aye, it was. But I have my reasons for it. The Beta and I share a long past as rivals. He once managed to destroy my herd, by convincing the slaves to join him instead and getting an impudent young hellion to attempt to kill my former queen. I managed to stop both of them, but he was as sly as any hellion ever was. He poisoned all those he could, destroying the land. All those who drank of the waters, or ate of a single plant died. It was especially effective against hellions." I snorted in anger, remembering the young filly who had been the first victim; a beautiful, breathtaking young hellion fae, with a coat of purest silver, and a mane and tail like ice and snow.
"I followed that bit of scum and slime, wreaking as much havoc as I could, torturing the mongrel mare he called his queen, and returning her to him as an insane shadow of what she had been to him." I began trotting slowly across the ice, careful to not let any of my flames reach it. "He eventually had to kill her, since she wasn't even willing to eat." I smiled with cruelty beyond any hellion I had yet seen, for I knew of none who could have devised such a plan, much less carry it out.
"When the hellions rule, the Beta will die, and his queen will be yours to do with as you please. I promise you that." then with a quick nod to her, I allowed my flames to burst forth in all their glory, so they made the ice shine like it had caught and carried my unearthly fire. The only restraint I put upon it was to rein in the heat, so it wouldn't melt the path. Already here, the signs of spring were coming though, and much of the ice was black around me, or cracked, showing the paths of other stags and faes. Then I galloped across it, my blood enjoying the danger as some of the ice cracked beneath my hooves. Yet it couldn't catch me, and I danced across it, the tips of my hooves catching the slightest bump in the treacherous ground of water. This was one of the few things -- besides normal hellion pastimes -- that I enjoyed doing. And so I did it, leading my queen to the land of hellions... And I suppose land of dirty halfbreeds too...
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 16, 2010 9:23:30 GMT 8
Ah, so this nemesis was present in the past. They always were she thought, taking it in. "It sounds like insanity to me; this brute does sound intelligent and scheming though. Did he think that he would not be paid back?" she asked rhetorically. "I will be glad to see his demise," she said, her tone no longer neutral but darker and interested. Temia was sure that that time of Exile's existence was infuriating and quite depressing. Temia had belonged to no one, ever, so she never had to lose anyone. Losing the previous queen must have been difficult, and she knew that another queen would not be lost. Temia would stay on her guard so that it would never be.
It made her more glad about the situation that the half blood also lost his queen by torture. How malicious...to be killed by her own king. In her mind, she laughed. It was such a painful way to die...by insanity. It was almost as painful as dying from fire. How evil that plan was, but it one of the more cunning, intelligent ones that she had every heard spoken.
Temia nodded in return as she drove on after him. Right beside him she galloped, her flames of yellow and oranges flailing behind and to the side of her. An unstoppable team they were, and they would be a menace to anyone or anything that crossed them. Faster she surged on as the ice cracked beneath her; she loved the adrenaline of galloping on unsafe turf. The trees she saw as she blazed by with the smell of pine lingering in the early spring gales. Temia's long stride adjusted to his pace as she galloped on, to her new home.
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Post by otho on Aug 16, 2010 9:35:28 GMT 8
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