even in these chains you can't stop me {Vlap}

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

Witchcrypt
Is it sick of me, to need control of you?
Is it sick to make, you beg the way I do?
Is it sick of me, to want you crawling on your knees?
Is it sick to say, I want you biting down on me?
Are you sick like me? Am I beautiful?!

Witchcrypt tore through the landscape, her long and elegant legs carrying her swiftly around the trees and obstacles around the land. Her tag flickered behind her like a war banner, her mane flowing swiftly, even with its missing patch. The necklace around her nape tucked nicely against her chest due to the force of the wind. A smile spread across her lips for a moment and she couldn't help herself to bucking and tossing her skull. It felt good. It was one of these rare moments that she enjoyed. She was free from her responsibilities as a leadess, free from the bitching of her Family. Just free. She let a laugh escape her and she made a game of chicken with trees, skirting around them just in time, barely feeling their bark against her unique pelt. She danced around the grove, dodging trees here and there; bucking out every once in a while and tossing her skull. She felt like a kid again, and it brought back good memories. Memories of her sire, one that had been absent for most of her adult life. She remembered the games she used to play with him, running circles around him and rearing up on her little legs to place her knees on his chest and give him a loving kiss. She grinned and a slight pang spread through her chest, she missed her sire and often wondered where he had wandered off to.

She turned and galloped full speed out of the groves of trees and before her stood a monstrous mountain. The Cocytus Queen gathered her hinds beneath her, sliding her lithe body to a full on stop, picking up her front hooves periodically to avoid stumbling. As soon as her bodice halted, she backed up with her hinds until she stood at a square stop and looked up at the malicious looking piece of land. She stood tall and straight, pure elegance pouring from her frame as her head was held high, showing her friesian and arabian roots. Her black nares flared, the pink scar on her left nare bright against the ink of her face. Bright eyes scanned over the terrain slowly. Was this the land of the fabled entity? She had heard of a few equines coming across this magical being. Curiosity brewed in her bodice and she moved her hooves towards the mountain. She wandered around for a moment until she found the stairs, she climbed them quickly until she came across the entrance. Soon she was at the peak, after a very peril-less journey. She stood among the trees, watching as a deer ran away from the clear threat she posed Predator. She snorted at the piece of meat and moved through the many trees, letting her call ring out to this 'entity'.

ooc; omg it sucks i am so sorry

[Vindication]

I.

Know the ways of the shadows,
am the beating of the night
know thy as Vlapalo.

The Peak seemed to sigh all at once after its sudden appearance back within the scope of mortals awareness. The birds seemed to flutter about the heavens with grandor, and the land going lesser creatures seemed to take flight across the flesh of his lover as they continued to give worship to the Chaos Lord. But after the appearance of his first visitor, and his trip over to the other Kingdom he saw fit to return home.

Exhaustion clawed at the breast of the stallion as he relished in the feeling of travel. But the lack of companionship was also beginning to wear upon the stallion, so every now and then the immortal creature would ask one of the lesser races to show him about the land. A land that remained ignored by his presences for far too long. The day of reckoning was here though, and the red dun stallion keenly promised to give this world the ruler that they deserved. A mortal hopefully to stand above the rest, one with ambition and enough cruelty to keep allow the reign of Chaos to smite the land.

Baby steps though would have to be taken forward in order to create the correct atmosphere for the seeds of chaos to grow in. That meant swaying the mortals to his side, allowing them to see the beauty in the end. Most though where too ignorant, too willing to cling to Lyric and her ideals to allow his own take hold.

Didn't they know that Order was stagnation? Order was a way of being with ridges, codes, orders, and a world without change. Change was chaos, it was destruction, for something to be renewed everything must be destroyed first. Those that where willing would already know this, already accepted him as part of their meager lives, and where striving already to become more than what they where. They where the ones that Vlapalo was already watching carefully, and one of the Children that he had his eye on was now within the sensory radius

Lips slowly quivered in dastardly delight as he swung his head in the direction of quickly raining petite hoof beats. One of the deer where fleeing from something...well someone. Spiral bark horns marking his right to rule lifted higher into the air as his nostrils where beholden to the heavens. Deep breaths where drawn in, allowing the scent of the mortal woman as well as the fleeing deer to invade his lungs before he slowly expelled it.

She was here? Already? So soon?

This would be his second visitor of the week, and the patterned stallion wasn't sure if he was particular excited to see her, or if he wanted to slither back into the embrace of the earth and go back to sleep. Curiosity seemed to out way the exhaustion that was clawing at his mind as heavy hoof drops marked his approach.

The towering tree that lived amongst is back groaned outright, its trunk grinding inwardly as blood pumped rapidly through it. Slow blinking violet hues would come to land listlessly upon the mortal as ears flicked backwards, catching the retreat of the deer further towards the oasis.

Melodies that rang from her lips seized his ears and returned them to a forward position that was locked upon her general location. "We hear you Child of Flesh," the words would stretch forward, each syllable had a ice entombed edge to it. Each word an unworried vote of confidence in his ability to pick out those that entered his dominion. These words though would not come from parted jaws and flicking tongues, but instead as a soft mental lull, an invasion of the mind, and a force of reckoning.

"We have heard you since you took you're first breath," the dis-attached voice would slither onward as his immense form made its way from the brush. The towering tree upon his back only adorned one fruit amongst its branches, but the groans of attrition continued onwards as he moved, as if the jungle undergrowth pulsed in time to his movements. "And we will hear you when you take your last."

LAIKA OF GS!

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

Witchcrypt
Is it sick of me, to need control of you?
Is it sick to make, you beg the way I do?
Is it sick of me, to want you crawling on your knees?
Is it sick to say, I want you biting down on me?
Are you sick like me? Am I beautiful?!

The euphoria of her run began to die down and it slowly dawned of the female that this was the home of the one that called himself the "Chaos" Entity. Of course, Wicca had always loved a bit of chaos, but she also had her own rules, very small and easy to follow rules. Family came first, no matter what, and respect was mandatory. She had been of Dark roots and a little chaos was bred into her. After all, her mother was Hysteria and her sire Lucifer himself. She was used to chaos and everything that came with it, but this was different. The stallion that lived here was the entity of chaos. She had no idea what this stag was capable of and if he even was what he said he was. Witchcrypt was not one to make assumptions. She was not going to fill her skull with grandeur of this stag. Not a single soul was in that position in her skull, except herself and her sire, and creepying his way up right beside herself, was Meta. She held him high on her rankings and it was only a matter of time before he reached that pedestal Lucifer and herself were on. But she would be damned if this Entity made it up there.

She slowed to a stop, watching has the prey animals moved away from her, bringing a grin to her facade. Ah yes, they smelt death on her. Just what she wanted them to sense. Just her scent alone sent fear down their spines, a feeling she wanted all to encounter around her. She wanted them all to tremble at the sound of her name alone. She grinned wickedly, pushing off as a deer came towards her instead of away and she gave chase. Her hooves thundered across the earth, long limbs pumping like a frieght train. The deer was fast, but she was quicker, she lept over a log and tackled the creature to the earth, tearing her sharp dentals into its neck and letting the blood fill her throat as it gave one last desperate cry. She snorted and removed her jowls from the brown neck of the beast. "We hear you Child of Flesh," Black tresses flew everywhere as the inky skull of the mare shot up, crimson orbs glowing brightly as they snapped around, looking for the owner of the voice. Her nares flared, the one split nare flaring even more so. She could smell someone, but she could not see them. "We have heard you since you took you're first breath," Her harks pinned as the voice echoed in her skull once more. Blood dripped from her lips and her pink tongue shot out, lapping it up quite messily. "And we will hear you when you take your last." Vermilion eyes narrowed and she tossed her skull as the beast made himself known.

It took her a moment to realize that the voice in her skull was his. This sent an unnatural chill down the fae's spine, one she did not like. Could he hear her thoughts? There was not a soul in the lands that had this...this power. It set her into a lull of uneasiness. Her harks pinned, showing her discomfort and she took a step back, away from her kill. "I highly doubt you will see my death, fool." She hissed at the male, her eyes scanning up the giant tree on his back before snapping back down to the stag. Was this the chaos entity? There was no other explanation for this stallion

[Vindication]

I.

Know the ways of the shadows,
am the beating of the night
know thy as Vlapalo.

The smell of blood tainted the air as the stallion continued his relaxed approach towards the mare. Annoyance though found its way into his breast, and gripped at the immortals rarely beating heart. Violet eyes would narrow down into fine slits as he regarded the mare now with a hint of distaste. The smell of the deer that called this place home, that acted as scout, sentinel, and companion all rolled into one…its blood was seeping into the ground. One would think if it was not strong or wise enough to run in the opposite direction, then it was not strong or wise enough to survive. Though, he held this precious theory close to his heart, he noted this move…this slaying of that which was his, for what it was, an insult to his home, and his power within his own domain. It would not be tolerated.

“Silence mortal,” the voice was now sharp and undeviating; the command was the dominating factor as the voice shoved itself forward. The being continued to step forward, ears slowly pressing into the ticket roots of his enclosed mane as jaws parted in silent warning. “We will see it, because it has been pre-ordained,” his voice was soft and now a contaminated hiss that showed his disapproval of the act of violence upon one of the citizens that called his Peak home. The righteous anger that boiled within the breast of the stallion stirred even deeper, making him shift from his left hoof and then to his right as he maintained his hold upon self-control, self-control that made him want to lash out at the mare for this lowly insult. Vlapalo did not come into her home and start killing her subjects, why would she do the same?

“Eat…” the disapproving rattle would hiss as he flicks his head towards the corpse of the deer that he was now standing over. The Chaos Tree seemed to sense the shift in the mood of Vlapalo, it’s shrills went silent as it seemed to advance so slightly forward. Right hoof though would rise from the ground, the flint striking down and tearing up the terrain in irritation as he breathlessly allowed the muscles to ripple across his body. Horned head would shake briefly as another deep breath drew itself between his nostrils as he stepped carefully over the body of the deer that gave up its life far too quickly. But movements would attempt to go forward as the immortal attempts to slide his patterned side against that of the mare in an irate greeting.

LAIKA OF GS!

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

Witchcrypt
Is it sick of me, to need control of you?
Is it sick to make, you beg the way I do?
Is it sick of me, to want you crawling on your knees?
Is it sick to say, I want you biting down on me?
Are you sick like me? Am I beautiful?!

The scent of the blood made her stomach growl, but she ignored it, licking her teeth to rid herself of the saliva that had collected from the scent of food. Everyone knew that you did not eat when an enemy was near, it was a death sentence. And while she had come up here to see the fabled entity, she did not trust him, not one bit. Nor did she hold any good thoughts about this stallion. Nothing about him gave her a reason to smile, kindly or not. Everything that radiated from the stag was evil. While Witchcrypt loved everything evil and dark, she was not going to be an idiot around such vile things. The air shifted around the duo and she could almost feel the anger rolling off of the stag in waves. She could feel her heartbeat suddenly, as it picked up and her lungs struggled to keep up with the increase in blood flow, but her pride struggled to calm her breathing. It was one hell of a job, her mind attempting to do more than one thing at a time and she almost felt dizzy. 'Silence mortal..We will see it, because it has been pre-ordained' The voice echoed in her skull again, almost like a punch to her head and for a moment, her oxygen cut off as her breath caught in her throat, but she refused to let it be seen across her face. The beginnings of a headache started up and she narrowed her eyes. The rage she had carried with her from her first breath suddenly reared up, acting as her shield. "Take your own advice, dog." She snarled, baring her extremely sharp dentals. She refused the be talked down on. She carried the blood of Lucifer! A god himself! The royal blood that flowed through her veins was more than this beast could ever hope for. She wasn't a Queen, the was the Queen.

The angered bitch growled lowly at the stag, ignoring the fact that his eyes were purple in hue, her mind betraying her and taking her back to that horrid day, but she pushed it away, not looking the stallion in the eye. He thought himself high and mighty, oh yes, he could speak to her through her mind, but that did not make him stand over her. No one dominated her. She was her own mind, not a pawn. He could beat her, and she would never relent. "Is the poor stallion offended that I killed one of his pets?! Or wait..did you count it as one of your subjects? Ha! This is laughable. Are you so weak that you have to have an army of meat to follow you?" She chuckled, her pretty face contorting with a wicked grin. The witch had no shame within a single bone of her body. She radiated confidence, but she wasn't stupid. She knew to be wary of this stallion, her sharp words testing the waters with the stag. She did not care how he retaliated, it was no concern of hers, even if he lashed out at her. 'Eat..' She chuckled as he spoke once again in her skull. What a weakling... "Oh the great entity is too afraid to have his words heard by all of those around him? Speak up great entity! Let me hear you! Let the world hear you!" She roared, her eyes narrowing in anger, her tail flickering wildly behind her.

Witchcrypt watched as he moved forward, attempting to touch her. A hellish sound came from the mare as she lashed out, dentals attempting to catch the stag as she danced away from him. The bitch shook her skull, mane flying everywhere. She did not want him to even touch a hair on her. He made her skin crawl in a disgusting way and she grit her teeth in agitation. "Don't ever presume to touch me again." She snapped, the food forgotten. Her appetite gone. The chaos entity was not at all what she assumed him to be and quite frankly, the bitch was disappointed.

[Vindication]

I.

Know the ways of the shadows,
am the beating of the night
know thy as Vlapalo.

The stag watched her, oh how he watched the fiery woman as she licked her fangs and watched him. Did the woman not trust him? He would has been alive since the dawn of time. He who has no reason to purposely lash out and kill mortals for no reason? Nay, oddly enough, Vlapalo did not go out of his way to bring bodily harm towards mortals. Within his extensive lifespan he found training monsters with violence did nothing to correct the behavior in the monster. Instead, mentally strangling the beast seemed to do more for correcting the naughty behavior. But this witch didn’t understand, and it was granting on the nerves that made up the immortal frame that was Vlapalo.

Every fiber within his being now was urging him to continue moving, continue slinking, and find a way to break this woman from the inside out. But the narrowing of the woman’s eyes was enough to alert him that perhaps he was finally doing his job. Well, or unwell. ‘Take your own advice, dog.’ Her words would be greeted with hollow mocking laughter as violet hues stared at the woman’s cheek. “You Children are the same as you where millions of years ago.” The mental murmur escapes his skull and strikes forward, dark humor would play behind his eyes as bark like tail punishes the air behind him.

The growl that escaped her lips though was greeted by only the mocking up-curl of lips as he brushes off even that as well. Vlapalo allows his hues to slowly close as eyelids flutter before opening once again. One would notice, if they lived long enough, that the personalities of the Children started to blend together. You had those that thought that the safety of the masses was more important than preservation of self, then you had those that believed they were more than what they were. That was where that this current witch in front of him fit in.

“Disrespect within Our home will not be tolerated,” the monster allows the words to slowly drip from the expanse of his mind and forward towards that of his guest. “You Children... Have grown too confident…I will have to change that.” The words echoed with malicious intent, a secret promise of violence to come in the very near future. Thoughts continued to encircle his mind though as weight shifted from left to right in a lazy fashion. But her next words actually invoke the movements of his pupils as he rolls her eyes at her. “Child, your words cannot cover up the stench of fear, you are not worthy of hearing my actual voice, only those gifted in the art of war or the ways of the forked tongue may ask that of me.”

The annoyance now slithered on high upon the coils of dastardly soul. But her intonation into his air was met with ears that flicked back against his skull. Sharply, the stag would pull his body upwards. Shoulders would roll forward, neck would suddenly arch as his chin dropped down, and back would coil slightly as her teeth scrapped along his flank as hooves where set in motion. Weight would shift as the oddity that was Vlapalo would turn his horned head and inspect the would be wound inflicted from the mare. But instead of blood, it was only the uncoiling of bark like flesh away from his core, another seamless layer of new flesh waited underneath as the damaged flesh just peeled away and fell to the ground with a thump, like bark being pulled from the trunk, or a tree falling within the forest. A scornful and mocking laughter would flippantly be placed forth.

Was the woman a fool? He and his healing counterpart could not be damaged the way mortals could be. This alone left him lifting his brow at the woman with a hint of amusement as he swung back around, neck stretching forward and away from his chest as he attempts to approach her right side. “Next time, try to leave a mark, yes?” Mental lure would bait the woman onwards, perhaps she would note that struggling was futile against a creature that could not just be simply bit and kicked into submission. “We have plans for you, yet you struggle so much against them…” He allows the soft purr to attempt to lure her back as ears where kept pressed into the entanglement of his wild mane. Lips would gradually peel upwards and away to expose teeth.

LAIKA OF GS!

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

Witchcrypt
Is it sick of me, to need control of you?
Is it sick to make, you beg the way I do?
Is it sick of me, to want you crawling on your knees?
Is it sick to say, I want you biting down on me?
Are you sick like me? Am I beautiful?!

Distaste colored her face as her teeth tore into the stallion, it tasted as if she had bit into a tree. As she danced away, she watched the flesh fall to the earth, his voice echoing in a laugh. The witch stood, tall and strong, in a defensive stance. Her mind shot back to the training The Meta had given her. She could hear his voice echoing in her mind keep yourself centered and your stance strong, but ready to dodge at a moments notice. The vocals almost indecipherable. Her inky harks flickered at the memory and she shifted her stance, naturally, to the position he taught her. She did not feel like this stag would attack her, but she preferred to be ready. Her crimson eyes focused on his violet eyes, the color alone made her wary, her orbs dancing around slightly, half expecting the big brute that had beat her to come from the shadows for a second round. Movement caught her attention and twin lanterns snapped back to the stallion as he walked forward, and every fiber of her being locked up, clear distaste for him showing all along her bodice. She pinned her auds and took a step back for every step he took forward. This was a mistake. Coming here. His voice echoed in her skull again and she growled, he was mad. Did he honestly think he was an ancient entity? She had met many nutjobs in her five years, but this guy was off the charts.

The stallion's lip upturned then, and he spoke “Disrespect within Our home will not be tolerated,” Auds pricked forward slightly before snapping back down again, “You Children... Have grown too confident…I will have to change that.” She heard the intent behind the words and she only grinned at the stallion. "Shut your trap, old man." She snorted, "No one wants to hear you speak." Her words were icy, just like the lands she lead. She was the daughter of the Devil himself, the leadess of a frozen wasteland, where the life of any intruder was in her hands, she had every right to be confident. “Child, your words cannot cover up the stench of fear, you are not worthy of hearing my actual voice, only those gifted in the art of war or the ways of the forked tongue may ask that of me.” Witchcrypt burst into a laughing fit, her limbs moving her towards the stag. "You think I fear you? You are sadly mistaken, insolent cur. The fear you smell is not for you, I promise you. You are nothing but a rotting old plant that has been without the sun for too long." Malice dripped from her words and she turned away, moving away from the stallion and back the way she came. "If I cannot hear your voice with my ears, then I must be mad and you a figment of my imagination. Therefore I have no need to dally here. Farewell."

She snapped and weaved among the trees, ignoring the stallion behind her ten fold. The necklace about her neck thumping against her chest as she walked away and it instantly calmed her. In a way, she felt as if Meta was there with her and it made her smile softly. Her heart rate calmed and the stag's last words echoed in her head, completely ignored. The simple thought of her mate pushed the stallion out of her mind as she came to the entrance to his land. She was done with this stallion. No wonder he lived on the peak of a mountain, he was fucking crazy. She would have to apologize to Dietrich when she saw him again. Compared to this red dun, the grullo bastard was sane.