| Hidden Account atk: 5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5 |
| Mare :: Equine :: 16.2hh :: 9 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Mongrel :: Common Kitsune :: Dark Illusions
wanda |
Her eyelids drift shut, blocking out the sparse lighting out of the world. It is here in this darkness she wonders as to how it must be to live; fucking shitty, she would imagine, but a rippling shrug curls down her broad shoulders. The Lady Death survived with only one eye; no doubt there were ways to get around with none. There was no pity, no empathy within the empty cavity of her heartless chest- only a hunger for power, and tedious emotions got in the way of such ambitions. Her muzzle shifts, slowly, towards the filly, disdain curling her lips in a gruesome leer at this child (will she run? will she fly from the jack-o-lantern's grin?) and Mongrel slithers from her withers to the earth, landing softly in the snow, craggy yellowed teeth bared in a sneer.
"But you do." Confutatis states, her voice a rusted blade, all attempts at velvet gone. "When a queen rules, the traitors to the monarchy will be dead."
His hind leg rises, in a warning she is keen to notice, and in response her ears twist and pin warily. A more cocksure part of her wondered if he truly believed he could defeat her when he was blind- and then there are images painted on the insides of her skull, memories of a rain-washed night with a medic shouting defiance at her promises of vengeance. Mongrel. They withdraw to the discrete corners of her mind, and she watches the peculiar stallion with renewed intensity. Does he hold magic within that ebon skin, the silver latticework on his back? And his voice cracks along her wears, a whip which has her flinching.
"I say," she declares. "Confutatis, the demon daughter, leader of the Regime alongside Tyradon." And she grins, frosty and frigid, eyes cutting towards Amani. "Foal thief." Then she turns her gaze away, settling back on the stallion, the purpose of her visitation. "The dead walk among the living. To find safety, one should retreat to the sanctuary of the Underground, where other demons walk. It is there, in the heart of the earth, that Helovia will find a new terror... will you join me in the crusades of a new order? Where you can find all power you dream of, strength in our unison, and where you shall have eventual claim to any mare you might want? If you follow me and Tyradon the war-bringer, you be renowned as the first of the Regime, and will be rewarded as you should be."
The slog will be long and hard, she might've added; right now we are only two, she could've said; but her lips were acid and her words were poison.
CONFUTATIS
and when you meet me, you at long last acquaintance yourself with death in all its magnificent glory.
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