Find Here Through The Mist

[*~Awaiting Death~*]

Snow fell steadily from the graying sky as dusk began to settle in. A light breeze had picked up and the clouds began covering what was left of the sun making it even darker. Light ruby limbs lifted and fell from the snowy loam covered floor as the young fae beated slowly into the cove on the out skirts of the forest. Petals stood pricked forward listening for any others of her kind but none were heard. Soft velvets opened releasing a light neigh into the vast land before the fae droped her crania to the floor. Her muzzle met the snow and pushed it away quickly nibbling on the emeralds that lay beneath, unaware of who may be out in the night.


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Snow. The stinging sent a shared pleasure in every equine, even the darkest of them. They all saw snow in a different way, however. Snow, to the truest of hell and sinful creatures, was the result of the falling of Persephone and celebration of a pleased hell lord as his corpse wife returned to him annually. The snow fell in reminder of how broken Demeter, goddess of all lights, no doubt, could become with a simple snatching of her kin. This was what brought disgrace to the light race in the winter. Of course, winter and fall made up the majority of the year, proving that darkness was growing and already dominant. Just five more seeds from the tainted pomegranite of hell and darkness would rule in it's rightful place, winter would be an eternity, and all would be as it should in the true eyes of darkness. It was how it should have been to begin with, but the foolish Demeter had caught her daughter and stopped her short from eating those last five seeds that would have granted all lights their mortality. No light was hardy enough to endure winter constantly, afterall.

These sickening thoughts filled his cluttered and corrupted mind to the brim. He dismissed them with a sailer's storm of profound words to these thoughts before silencing the voices inside him and settling his sound to none as he neared a victom to bring to the depths of his hellish prison. A vessel, or a slave. These were her only options. She would never become a favored to him, however, unless he could somehow manipulate her with the shadows of her surroundings and twist her mind towards hell, where all of the equine kind were truly meant to rule and run.

He pounced for his prey now once he was sure of a clear shot, spinning on his heels at the last moment to avoid inflicting damage to the vessel before trapping her in a circular blurr of motion as his ventriloquism filled the air around her.

"You. You're coming with me. No questions, or you shall endure my pain 'till I feel it fit to end your pitiful existance. Obey, or perish, wretched though radiant female." He spat.

He stopped before her, skull dipping over his coil like a cobra ready to strike his prey, as he usually looked before those he assumed beneath him.

[*~Awaiting Death~*]

Harsh lyrics floated into the fae's petals and skulla slowly lifted from the terra floor. As she saw him a small smile parted her velvets and boa and crania lowered into a bow in respect for the one who had claimed her as his own. Standing up staright again her velvets parted and met again forming and releasing light songs to the demon. Greetings Master, I am Twilight Mist She spoke in a hushed voice. As soon as her songs left her she cringed. Quickly she bowed her skulla in respect waiting for a blow to come.

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Corrupted though fathomless voids penetrated her personal space, not exactly giving a hoot who he disturbed. It was his job, his occupation to destroy the comfort zones of many. He stared down at his newly acquired vessel and saw a light mental hued soul dancing beneath the mask. It disgusted him. All the more reason to rid the outside world of her foolishness and convert her in the most hellish of places, Hell's Forest. A wicked smirk came to his upper facade as she bowed. "Well, at least we know those of your dispicable race are not completely dim witted, and know when to submit. Perhaps you will, with time, convert rather easily to the dark side." He hissed as he wove around her slinkily, ivories lurching out and peircing her flank before coiling his constrictor once more and moving her forward towards the south in a herding motion. "Now, Twilight Mist, on to Asile De Nuit, where you will spend the rest of your days." He spat, commanding her forward. He slunk once more to her side, his should touching the back of hers to ensure that he could force her forward should she defy him physically. He hissed in her ear, as if he did not want anyone else to know just before they entered the beginning of the hidden forest. "By the way, I am Sinner. Leader of the forbidden race, first beneath the king of the brotherhood of evil, the feared Night Stalkers. Welcome to Hell's Forest, b.itch. Enjoy the remainder of your pitiful life, and don't bother taking an exit, as I will hunt you down and you will perish 'mysteriously' like the rest who have tried so desperately to escape me. The laws? Stay down and silent, and obey all commands given to you by any stag in the forbidden lands, and bare my seed when I plant it every spring. I shan't remind you that your time for this is rather near, so prepare yourself." With this, they had already arrived at Asile De Nuit, and he shoved past her, disapearing into the shadowy abyss as if he was never to be seen again.

[*~Awaiting Death~*]

Ruby petals pricked forward listening to every lyric her master spoke to her. Born a slave she had been brought up to serve her master well and once she came of breeding age she had been sent off to find a master who was not of her blood. Master Sinner I am afraid to tell you but I can never convert to the worshiped darks but I will give you all of the dark spawn you wish She h=said lightly just above a whisper before disapearing off into the darkness following her master's scent since she wasn't able to see him.

ooc: omg.... horrid horrid post sorry!