Lost and Forgotten -Selven-

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[smear:FF0067]L I T A L A[/smear:666666]

Her eyes were cast downward, watching the steps of her feet, though he head was held high. She moved like she always had, with authority, though she held no lands for the moment and had only just returned to the lands she knew so well. Litala was thinking about the terrain she now walked upon. How much it varied in places according to leads. The place was like a puzzle who fit together but the picture was mismatched, and she found that in this sort of chaos it was beautiful. The place she was headed was much to similar to the lands that her grandfather had once ruled. The grey lady had never set eyes on them, but she had heard the stories of the unbearable heat, and the rancid smell the rose with the steam from its caverns. In her father's time, the place had taken on a chill, and was covered in snow and dense fog most days. The Pitt bowed to only her and her family and would change for no other. The new leader of her lands would have to learn to deal with the molten golden river the flowed from the mountain down into the valley. Careful to not touch, though silently Litala had always wonder what would happen to one who accidentally fell in.


The border of Armageddon rose on the horizon now. Her auds fell back into her tresses. This was the second time something of hers had been taken. She remembered the time she had once traveled to Coyctus, where the stallion Lucifer had ruled. Like the literal devil he had swooned her Serpentine to leave with him, instead of returning to her side. She had found her little gem, but seeing the look of reluctance in his eyes upon her asking him to leave, she had let him stay. Entropy had still been loyal, and then there had been Alexei she had at home. Mordecai had returned, and a new face that had gone by Charon. The Pitt had grown swollen with the male species and it had been the only reason she had chosen to leave Serpentine behind to do what he wished.

This place was no Coyctus, this was Selven's territory. A painted stag who name she had acquired from the Queen herself in passing coversation as the two mares had watched their children sparr. He had interested her little, and so the name had been lost and they had moved on to other pressing matters. Selven had been forgotten until now, with the disappearance of her sister. Litala had returned home to see if Boethiah had gone back to her parents, and when seeing the her mission had been a lost cause and that her treasure had not returned home, Litala had become angered. Thanatos had failed her, just as he had once failed the entire kingdom as a King. She now returned here, upon this particular doorstep to claim the life of her little sister away from the Bone Collector.

The lands where filled with watching eyes, and it had not gone unnoticed that the last equine to see her bleached sibling was in fact this devil; Selven. Litala halted near the border, not afraid to walk amongst the inhabitants of the lands (for she still thought herself important to certain power players), but she wished not this conversation to be on a bad note. She was the one coming to ask a favor of the blue eyed King here, and so for now, she would play nice. "Selven? We both know you know I'm here. You wouldn't keep a lady waiting would you?" She crooned in her usual seductive tones when she wanted something. Resting one of her back legs so that her hips where lopsided as she waited for the painted King.[smear:039fbd] [/smear:383c3d]  

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"Speaking, yo."

Today was no different for the painted mongrel. HE lazed about his wondrous land, and its desolation. Its dark grey and blue hues and rough dirt. His dear black lake shimmered slightly as it swallowed the light that broke its dangerous surface. HE smiled at it from a distance, how that glorious black water reminded him of his birdy. OF her odd pelt and deformities. She was not as beautiful as Boethiah. No, Thiah was a traditional beauty, pure white as porcelain. Plain. Where as Maleficent... oh his dear Maleficent... she was other worldly. She was the poison apple. The sweet thorn that tickled his lips and dropped cherry juices in his bod. The thought of her made his flesh crawl in the most wonderful of ways. He had watched his young bird molt and shed when she had first arrived. AS he did as well. his pelt thinning out perfectly to shine and show off his muscular body. He often paraded for his young lover, displaying his brute strength but wooing and serenading her as gently as he did cruelly.

It was in that moment that he felt a presence in Armageddon. Selven was deeper into his beloved land than normal as he looked across the horizon searching for the body that had crossed his borders. The hellion snorted and moved along, his fine bodice carrying him with the grace of a dancer. Icy orbs still searching.. It did not take long for then a voice drifted into his ears.. It vaguely reminded him of Boethiah, and it made his lips curl. Thick matted tresses swung against his nape and hocks as he collected his gait and tucked in his chin. A deep, sinister chuckle come from his throat as he saw the form of the former Queen. He smiled charmingly at her words, "of course not. What kind of gentleman would I be if I left such a beautiful Trinket like yourself standing around unaccompanied?" Selven mused, as he came to halt. He grandly extended a forelimb then, and gave a wonderful bow of his skull to her. As he rose he looked over her, he saw very little of Boethiah in her.

Selven smiled again at Litala, there was a reason she was here.. and somehow he knew it wasn't to cuddle up under himself.
"well my dear trinket, I hate to make assumptions, but I'm pretty sure you didn't come here looking for my Grandson." He said, a devilishly handsome grin on his facade as he tilted his skull, that charming smile still on his kissers.  

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Tagged: Litala//Rev
Muse: BLAH
Notes: partly recycled sorry its shitty

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[Revelations]

[smear:FF0067]L I T A L A[/smear:666666]

Like most days, Litala wasn't kept waiting long. Though the time that had past had been short she doubted it was because it was she who stood at the border. Even with the unpleasant business of being her she presented this timely King with a smile. A quick arrival meant he was well aware of his lands, and that usually meant he cared for them and what resided therefore within. He was a King who took pride and surely ran his kingdom well. She wondered with his age, why he had not become more well known. They had all heard tales of him and his lost Memory, but such stories weren't as fascinating as others. Especially when his story was about love, and so many these days had the lack there of. Selven was a small blemish on the history of these lands, and she felt a slight pity for him.

Litala watched him bow without presenting to make a movement of her own. She was the lady here, and he so called himself a gentleman. He was the one who wanted to show his manners, and if Litala wished no to do so, she didn't. Instead she rolled her eyes a bit, raking over his lands behind him, searching for another who would stick their nose in her business. Seeing known her swirling orbs fell back to the hession who was now only raising his crown regaining his normal if not regal stance. "Is that an invitation into Armegeddon as long as you are by my side?" She asked, eagerly wanting to surpass his border and conduct the search herself rather than waiting for him to answer her questions about her sister.

By now the mare knew that her sister had been here, though it was faint. The smell so far off that technically Boethiah could have passed the lands rather than enter them, but Litala wasn't beyond turning over every stone in the search of her little treasure. The mention of Mordecai flattened Litala harks. She hadn't seen the stud in quite some time, since before she had taken Achilles off with her in her absence, and had yet to return to the PItt to see if he still lingered. It was no secret he was her only child's father, but the fact that she cared deeply, even loved him was to remain her own private stash. The Grey lady's eyes burned brightly by the sudden realization that Mord was related to Selven, a simple fact that she had overlooked and didn't care to be caught of guard. "You would be correct in your assumption Selven, I care not for where your kin linger only my own." she spit rather acidly in his direction, crossing over the invisible line toward him. "I hear you have a weakness for beautiful things, and have heard my sister had once captured you eye." She moved only slightly past him now, allowing her side to rub against his in the slightest of touches before her skin flinched away. Her orbs once more scanned the horizon. "Her name is Boethiah." Turning her head to peer at her hospital host she asked. "Have you heard of her?"

Her body rounded until she faced him directly. Gentle and swirling orbs caressing his face for any sign of recognition of the name that had fallen from her lips. Just one twitch or dilated pupil would be all it took to know that he was lying. [smear:039fbd] [/smear:383c3d]  

[fallen]

"Speaking, yo."

  Selven smiled at her question, "why of course my darling trinket." He responded politely, stepping with her as she made a move forward. HE could tell Litala was being impatient and selven could only chuckle to himself. HE stepped to the side, motioning for her to go forward. Before she moved though, he saw the reaction she gave to the words he spoke. Selven's skull tilted and a handsome grin fitted across his kissers. So she had some really deep feelings for his little asshole of a grandson? How cute. He acidic words came next, followed by words of her sister and she easily walked past him, her soft hide bushing against his own. The mention of the hellish child caused a tingle to reach down his spine and in response a soft flick of his thick tail was given. Selven watched Litala then, her own molten eyes searching the bleak scape of Armageddon. HE stood there calmly, his muscled hide looking perfect on the backdrop of his beloved home as his pretty trinket asked him the most silly question.

Selven's lips pursed together, his brows furrowing together in thought. His skull tilted towards the sky and the deeply haunting tones slipped from his lips. "Boethiah... Boethiah.." he mused, opening his orbs and stepping forward to press past Litala. He was not careful in his brush against her, and he teasingly bumped her with his hips. And as if a moment of eureka, he spun on his wondrous haunches to face her, "AH, Thiah.. my beautiful little ghost child." Selven said, a fondness in his accented voice. "But of course I've heard of her my dear, I've grown quite fond of the glass thorn as well." He said, watching the large and beautiful trinket. He smiled graciously at her, before resting a hind hoof. "And she, to I." Selven smiled easily, his thick locks swaying against his resting hind. "Now before you go tearing across my beloved Armageddon, please do remember dear Trinket... you are my Guest. And I would very much so appreciate it if you asked me about your sister before you find a sight you truly do not wish to see." Selvens sultry voice was smooth and despite the words spoken, very calm and non aggressive although the message was clear. Selven curles his neck just a bit, that same charming grin on his lips, and the burning cold in his gaze.

"Now, what do wish for me to answer about my darling ghost?"    

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Tagged: Litala//Rev
Muse: he speaks IC WAY TO MUCH
Notes: please dont kill him yet

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[Revelations]

[smear:FF0067]L I T A L A[/smear:666666]

Litala watched him like a greedy predator about to steal her dinner. Though she did not desire the taste of his blood yet, she was beginning to think of him as a means to an end. How far could she use this stag to her advantage. He seemed to have a charming persona, though most whores wouldn't see through. A wonderful asset when it came to collecting things, especially things the grey lady wanted. Though Selven was nothing special himself in deformities, she was beyond sure he could attract some that did. Children? Would his children be enough to satisfy her desire? She wondered, and for a moment had forgotten all about her treasure of a sister, who though special was nothing like her precious Roarke had been.

The twist of his face as he leaned forward angered her. The calm and smooth face scowled, and the skiing around her cheek tightened as Litala set her jaw in agitation. For the moment before he had admitted to know of her sibling she was unsure if he was playing with her. This King was a joker, and would have made a wonderful jester in court to any King or Queen or imperium. She even wondered if she would like to have one herself in the nights when laughter was rare. "Ghost child?" She responded, remembering the odd way in which her sister spoke. The voice of Boethiah was like an echo, and if she wasn't right in front of you it was almost impossible to tell in which direction it came from. As if a fog of sound surrounded you, slipping deep inside your body, chilling your bones.

She didn't respond to his smile, like she would have on one of her better days. Litala had been looking for Thiah for close to 6 months now, and was angered when she had become aware that she might have been here the entire time. "So…" she spoke slowly picking her words carefully."…you know of where she lingers then?" The grey lady's head swiveled looking back over the lands of Armageddon. "Somewhere within these walls?" she spoke almost to herself rather then the stallion opposite her.

The sound of his menacing regained her attention with his next speech, and she swirled her sight upon him. Litala turned her head to the left slightly, her orbs glaring into an almond shaped slit. "Odd, my dear King of Armageddon…" she spoke just as softly as he, moving toward him. "…is that a threat I detect hiding behind such smooth and calm words?" It wasn't only her sister that she wanted, but this stallion was starting to perk her interest. She wondered if Mordecai had gotten anything from his grandsire, like the certain way in which he spoke and his hidden meanings. Either way, this stallion would come to know she could and would match him for every threat he had, and she would do it with pleasure. "Tell me Selven, since you can see into the future. What is it I do not wish to see?" She looked down upon his lips before gently rolling her orbs up the curve of his face into those captivating orbs of his.