the Rift


[PRIVATE] It's a Thief in the Night

Confutatis the World Eater Posts: 179
Hidden Account atk: 5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Equine :: 16.2hh :: 9 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Mongrel :: Common Kitsune :: Dark Illusions wanda
#11
The tension slithers and slips from the meet-and-greet, and it's rather a surprise. She had not been expecting this turn of events, a shift in allegiances to her favor; perhaps she was, at long last, beginning to learn the art of persuasion she had so long put claim to. It was a pleasant sensation, a blossoming sense of wondrous satisfaction- she seemed to be doing something right rather than wrong, putting her slippery tongue to work. Such was a balm to the nerves that stirred and sat within the cage of her ribs; a concoction of weak notions and mundane fears that Confutatis so often tucked away, refusing to fall prey to mortal whims and... fears, terrors of which she so abhorred but were there nonetheless; not fears of the living, but of failure, her cause being doomed, of her being thwarted yet again.

The wolf notes the gentle swell to the white mare's chest, the swooping lines re-arranging to convey patterns of confidence; with every "lion" spoken verbally the unicorn seems to flourish, and the skull-faced harlot let her do that, pretending that she had knowingly caused this change in the former enemy.

Her crow king, cadaverous with his gaunt face and winter-thin form, steps aside, proffering an escape route; as Nyx's eyes dart towards it, Confutatis unwillingly tenses, teeth grinding down together for a split second. Strange as it might be, she did not want this mare to go. They shared a past, a history entrenched in Isilme, and the bloodline of powerful rulers; better this unicorn lordling than some mongrel bitch dug out by Tyradon, simply because she was lacking in a horn or other such apparel the racist so despised. And yet, even more curiously- the virgin mare did not leave, did not slip through the exit, did not become another target for turning down the regime and it's ruler. No, instead, she accepted... on a condition, with a but, with a question.

"Those with half a heart turn craven in battle," the warmblood decrees, narrowing her eyes. "Bring your family into ours. No shredded bonds, no ruined dreams- but traitors will not be tolerated. Make sure they understand our purpose, and emphasize."

Join the Regime.


Messages In This Thread
It's a Thief in the Night - by Morir - 03-02-2014, 02:51 PM
RE: It's a Thief in the Night - by Nyx - 03-02-2014, 07:37 PM
RE: It's a Thief in the Night - by Confutatis - 03-02-2014, 11:43 PM
RE: It's a Thief in the Night - by Confutatis - 03-16-2014, 02:39 PM
RE: It's a Thief in the Night - by Morir - 03-16-2014, 04:50 PM
RE: It's a Thief in the Night - by Nyx - 03-17-2014, 07:02 PM
RE: It's a Thief in the Night - by Confutatis - 03-24-2014, 12:07 PM
RE: It's a Thief in the Night - by Morir - 03-25-2014, 09:48 AM
RE: It's a Thief in the Night - by Nyx - 03-26-2014, 08:18 PM
RE: It's a Thief in the Night - by Confutatis - 04-01-2014, 12:37 AM

Forum Jump:


RPGfix Equi-venture