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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
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08-26-2013, 01:17 PM


Confutatis

The wolf is curious, a strange sensation of inquisition quavering in her sooty chest.

She shouts, the sound hard on the dark mare's ears, a rumbling trumpet of worship; it settles on Confutatis' ears like silk and velvet, sweet on her lips as flowering spring blossoms. It has been too long since her voice has been cried out over the land, too long since her name was murmured in temples and her hoofprints left in drifting sand were enough to turn away the bravest of thick-headed stallions. Here stallions did not woo her, for hopes of laying the woman of the country, and from there to become a king to be admired amidst the dark rule of her era.

How she missed the fear, electric on the air, and how she longed for the terror that she once struck into hearts.

But this bowing mare does not yell her name; but the one of her father's legend, and his region of terror in Isilme. "GET UP!" Confutatis screams, her voice ringing out, almost desperate, near wild. Her lips curl back, exposing yellowed teeth, her amber eye glowing with a storm of emotions not easily explained, feral and mad as a rabid wolf. Yet already the sister is already up on her hooves, moving away from her,something wet dripping from her nose, glistening in the dim lanternlight. "Our father is dead." She spits out the words like she has eaten thorns, furious and raw, angry and hot. A lie, the mare says. The words sting at her ears, angry hornets; but she is no fresh-sprung fawn, she is a wolf, a bear, a beast; she will not be stamped down by this mare unable to accept the truth.

The lantern-mare grins, jagged lips parting. "We are shadow-beasts, brethren of black hearts, upholders of Oblivion's legacy; they will fear us, sister. We can have an army of demons at our call, find the greedy beasts and raise them to rampage through this desolate world. They need us to bring them to their knees- it's time for Helovia to fall to our hunger, our ambition." Confutatis urges, her amber eye gleaming and sparkling.

"Let's be more than a shadow."



@[October]
Poopy post. I'm sorry!
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Worn out nights - by October - 08-20-2013, 10:36 AM
RE: Worn out nights - by Confutatis - 08-20-2013, 12:04 PM
RE: Worn out nights - by October - 08-23-2013, 11:35 PM
RE: Worn out nights - by October - 08-28-2013, 12:23 AM

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