Broken Rules, Twisted Nightmares (OPEN)

[Captain Flighty]

Boy with a broken soul
Heart with a gaping hole
[smear:071D70]L E V I A T H A N[/smear:015367:4]
Dark twisted fantasy turned to reality
Kissing death and losing my breath

The coal black foal shook his entire frame; head to tail his skin twitched over his lean musculature. Flies and mosquitoes swarmed all around him in the cool darkness of the cavern's mouth. He could hear the moans, screams and pacing hooves of those deep within the caverns. Wyvern was below, causing some of those screams. The Punisher had forbade the young colt from venturing into the caves, but his curiosity was far too great to listen. He was old enough to understand that she did not want him to go because he was too young, but he was certain it would be better to know than to ponder on it; to dream of it. His imagination was becoming a dark and ugly place. He was rather determined to see it for himself, to hear it, everything. Could the prisoners and the punishments Wyvern delivered upon them truly be as bad as he imagined? He assured himself it couldn't be. Nothing could be worse than the things in his mind that woke him screaming in the night.

His thin and awkward frame shivered as he took another step forward and an ear splitting scream raced up from the cavern depths and seemed to root him in place. His black towers twitched and pinned back in response to the sound. The tissues that ran laterally along his frame itched in a strange instinctual way and as the chilling talons of fear ran down his spine he stepped backward. The black tissue fanned out from the sides of his nape; forming a cobra-like hood. He shook out his frame again and took a deep breath. He had to see. He moved forward again; his tongue flicking out nervously. He could taste the blood in the air; the thick acidic scent of fear mingling with it and he shivered again.

"Leviathan!"

The sharp, deep scolding tone could belong only to Crion. The black colt flinched at the voice and sidestepped away; his leathery wings fluttering with the movement before he pulled them in against his side to hide them once more. It took him several moments before he could respond as he attempted to recover more from the shame of his wings being seen than the shame of being caught in this place. Crion waited silently; a massive granite presence. Finally the coal black colt took a deep breath and looked up at the grey stallion. Crion's deep red eyes stared down with clear disapproval. [smear:462B83]"I was looking for Wyvern, Sir Crion."[/smear:206676:1] he said respectfully, not lying outright, though he wasn't speaking the plain truth either. Crion's eyes narrowed.

"The Lady Punisher forbid you from this domain, forbid all foals from this place. I know well you were informed of the rules, young master." he spoke in an admonishing tone. "You also know well that Lord Wyvern is not to be disturbed at this hour."

[smear:462B83]"I have to stop the nightmares, Sir."[/smear:206676:1] Leviathan whispered after a moment of hesitation. Crion's skull lowered toward him then.

"Your nightmares could never compare to what lies in this cave, son. The darkest parts of your young soul could never fathom the horror of this place." Crion spoke in hushed tones; his dark eyes flickering toward the mouth of the cave and then back to the colt. Leviathan was not ignorant, he saw the hesitation, the discomfort in the older stallion and that made him shiver; his entire frame trembling. He was certain now he'd been wrong. Crion was right. As if to emphasize that realization another scream; a high pitched keening that sounded like the inside of a tomb ricocheted from the depths of the cave. Crion shivered and moved toward Leviathan; herding him away from the horrible place.

Dig up her bones but leave the soul alone
Let her find a way to a better place
Broken dreams and silent screams
Empty churches with soulless curses
We found a way to escape the day

© Flighty 2005-2014

[愛 S I D D E H 愛]

[smear:a7c0d6]C A D E N[/smear:233849]

[smear:a7c0d6]I'm done with systems, I'm done with reasons
I'm done with questions, Done with bleeding[/smear:233849]

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Screams emit from the belly, deep in the cage of The Outlands. Their anguish caused at the hands of the demons, with the use of their daggers and enamels. The masked visage of one in particular caught the stern voice of Crion. Unsure of what he said exactly, the dark judge heaved a sigh from his inked kissers. Parting the cage of victims with a dismal smile. His cruel eyes found Wyvern momentarily before he started his ascent back up intimidating slope back home. His lithe, towering appendages carried the hefty brute with great ease. The peculiar coated stag came over the peak of their torturous pit to spy Crion scolding Leviathan. His cruel occulars seemed amused by the uncertain look upon the sooty colt's face. Caden merely gave a nod towards Crion, finding the familiar red eyes comfortably as he looked back to Leviathan. He felt a pang in his chest, despite his stoic face staring upon the face of the young rogue.

Part of Caden truly missed Sentiment, but part of him was also perturbed by his nature. Perhaps it would always be that they'd have an awkward relationship. The towering judge stood with a somehow stoic, and smug appearance on his chiseled features. "Harassing Crion today are we Leviathan? Looking for Wyvern I assume... You might not want to get too close to the edge, the abyss has a nasty habit of staring back at you." Caden let out his distinct, deep chuckle. His voice heavy with the low baritone notes that fell from his maw. The draft descent soldier advanced toward the pair, it was true he didn't know Leviathan all that well, but he could only assume what he wanted. It seemed he was always looking around for Wyvern. The shaded brute who was painted with bloodless lines cascading down his canvas seemed to shift towards Crion. Another he was not too familiar with. Most would probably agree that the cruel judge was a bit of a loner. Though held an obvious softness, and affection for Novelty and his own son.

The beast did not hesitate, speaking that his confidence was still growing as he became more accustomed to his new home. The towering beast inhaled softly, the musky scents of Crion and Leviathan lingered in his nares as he came to a halt. Caden stood a great deal taller, and more able-bodied than most. His cruel blue eyes stared imploringly at the pair. "I can take care of this if you like Crion... Can I help you with anything Leviathan? Somewhere away from this place.... It's definitely no place for colts with imaginations. We can take a walk." Caden extended his words toward Leviathan. Snaking his neck downward for a better, even more fair view for the colt. The stoic face did not seem to change, although it did not seem as harsh as usual. Caden was a bit of an observer, not much of a talker. The brute's charred legs moved once more. Allowing his masked visage to drop a bit in a silent parting to Crion. If Caden had nothing to say to someone, then he didn't bother with small talk. 




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[Captain Flighty]

Boy with a broken soul
Heart with a gaping hole
[smear:071D70]L E V I A T H A N[/smear:015367:4]
Dark twisted fantasy turned to reality
Kissing death and losing my breath

A chill raced up his coal black flesh at the words behind him. Crion halted and Leviathan looked back with slightly wide eyes. He was certain he'd never heard that voice before, but he recognized it somehow. He couldn't see the Judge past Crion's stout frame at first, but then the guard shifted his position so that Leviathan was left staring directly into the Judge's face. He swallowed back his fear as best he could and tried to repress another shiver at the thought of the blackness of that cavern watching him.

[smear:462B83]"That wasn't my intention, sir, but yes. I won't come back here, I swear."[/smear:206676:1] he added the fervent promise to the end to cover the sound of the untruth in his answer. "Lord Caden." Crion said in greeting with a nod toward the Judge. When Caden spoke again the guard nodded then glanced back at Leviathan once more. The young colt was not too young to understand the admonishment in the look he received and he looked away.

He stared at the ground, his wings shifting as he became lost in thought; memories of his nightmares seeming insignificant in comparison to that single scream that ripped from the darkness. He couldn't even understand the fear of those nightmares now. As if to emphasize those thoughts the wind shifted and the thick smell of fear and blood and other bodily fluids wafted up from the cave's entrance. His ears pinned back and the strange flesh along his nape twitched as he turned once more from the cave and Caden and started away, just barely managing to wait for the Judge to join him as he spoke.

[smear:462B83]"Lord Wyvern said he would take me beyond the Outlands soon."[/smear:206676:1] He'd all but forgotten the promise the Judge had made him several days ago, but now he clung to it, wanting nothing more than to get away from the sounds of the screams and the new realization that he could not stand against the darkness from inside that cave. The young colt watched as the guard paced away and then he looked back toward Caden. He shivered once more as he realized he had no idea if Caden was going to be better company than the blackness of that cave or not. There was something terribly intimidating about the two toned eyes of the granite hued judge.

Dig up her bones but leave the soul alone
Let her find a way to a better place
Broken dreams and silent screams
Empty churches with soulless curses
We found a way to escape the day

© Flighty 2005-2014

[愛 S I D D E H 愛]

[smear:a7c0d6]C A D E N[/smear:233849]

[smear:a7c0d6]I'm done with systems, I'm done with reasons
I'm done with questions, Done with bleeding[/smear:233849]

[smear:a7c0d6]
The cruel blue occulars followed Crion as he gave a nod, and returned to his duties. It appeared as he returned his gaze to the colt, that his presence perturbed the young buck. Caden's auds twitched at the words spoke by Leviathan. He spoke of Wyvern's promise to take him from the Outlands and allow him to explore. It reminded him very much of Sentiment's nature at first. So cautious, and curious at the same time. The dingy coloured judge remained quiet for a long while, pressing his appendages forward away from the gaping mouth of the abyss. The comment he'd made obviously perturbed the colt, which he assumed was Wyvern's goal anyway. To quell the colt's curiosity of that dreadful place. The stench of blood was beginning to give Caden a headache. "Wyvern's usually busy. Novelty surely covets him, and is the source of such a busy schedule.... Which is her job of course. I need to get out for a bit anyway, rid myself of this smell, and stretch my legs.... Would you like to come beyond our boundaries, Leviathan? I'm sure as long as you can promise not to run off on me, it should be alright. I'm not sure many would care to mess with a beast my size, no?"

Caden mused slowly again, his rich baritones falling easily from his mouth. His neck lowered once more, and without the eyes of Crion or another fellow judge, his stoic features softened slightly. A gentle side did indeed exist in the intimidating, cruel brute. It was very seldom seen however. Caden offered a mischievous smirk to the younger rogue. Moving in the direction of the Outland boundary with a quick glance backward to the sooty colt. Caden's towering figure ate the ground with ease, although his pace seemed relaxed. He was inviting the colt silently with his movements. Pausing only for a moment to glance at Leviathan once more. The cruel smirk was plastered over his kissers, although his demeanor was no longer ominous. The judge stopped all together. A slight air of impatience took over him. "Well? Where's your sense of curiosity Leviathan? You're more than safe with me." Caden managed to slip a very faint, genuine smile. Though it was a bit sad too, he'd craved the presence of his own son now.

Caden had to remind himself to be content with that he had raised quite a strong willed individual. The slate judge stood paused in the soon to be adventure. Awaiting the response of the young rogue. His blue eyes turned away, allowing only his auds to listen for the colt's voice or movement to join him.




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