Bailando [Wicca}

[愛 S I D D E H 愛]

Sentiment strolled casually through his home. Holding the rank of the lead's Antichrist very comfortably, and confidently. He'd recently run into some of his children in his travels. Really all Sentiment wanted was Witchcrypt. Even though he was convinced The Meta had her heart. Not that he was sour about it, but Wicca was the only one worthy of his love. The grullo coloured heathen paused in the chilled lands. Staring into the river that shifted beside him. Carrying the bodies of the forgotten. He was almost engulfed with anger. All he wanted was a legacy to be proud of, but he could not find anyone else worthy. Which was why he abandoned everyone else. He was Wicca's bastard. Even choosing her over his family. Though Caden, and his sister had entered very recently. The stag figured it was just the coming of age, and desire to spread his legacy before something stupid happened. The grayed legs of the hessian carefully picked their path deeper into the heart of Cocytus.  Sentiment began to wonder if Wicca was even nearby at the moment. As always, her bastard craved her presence. She had him wrapped around her finger without a fight. Sentiment paused his movements. Staring at the bodies of foals floating down the river. It was so macabre, and he began wonder when he would join those bodies floating in the river. Sentiment heaved a sigh, as he found himself entranced by the swiftly moving currents of the Cocytus river. He could hear the mingling of other Cocytus members, and he somehow felt isolated from them. That didn't matter though, he had Wicca. That was all that mattered. As long as she didn't throw him to the wolves. Though he doubted that. Sentiment raised his head proudly, glaring down at the corpses in the river. He would not idly become one of those bodies. He would be remembered, for centuries at that. But only because of his friend. Tagged Δ Beauty With The Booty with Wicca Words: 325 Notes: blahhhhhhhhhhhhh HE JUST WANTS DAT BOOTY... in general tho

And I'm gonna love ya, until ya hate me, like a black widow baby


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[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

Witchcrypt
^{I CAN BE CHANGED BY WHAT HAPPENS TO ME, BUT I REFUSE TO BE REDUCED BY IT.}

X Killing intent radiated from the bodice of the mare. It promised that the next thing to cross her path would meet her wrath. The tense air around her wasn't exactly from any sort of anger or irritation, but more like sadistic intent. Bloodlust. In this moment, as the Ice Queen moved towards her snowy home, she showed her Dark roots. The pure evil and malice that poured from her very bones was intimidating to say the least. The threat of Death was like a cloud around the brindled ess. Whether is was Death of those around her or her own, was uncertain. The air around her grew even thicker as her feathered hooves moved from grassland to deep snow. The icy air rushed right through her, but she did not shiver at the familiar caress. This was home to her. It brought a warmth to her that no sun or summer wind could bring. Bloodied footfalls were left behind in the snow as she moved forward into the ever falling snow. One thing about Cocytus was that not many invaded the lands, it was too cold for many and a few had died trying to find the catacombs, where it was known that warmth resided. The wicked witch stood out among the snow, but she did not care, this was her land, she had nothing to fear. The icy wind blew and whipped her mane and tail wildly about her. The movement caused her a slight pain, but nothing she couldn't handle, thanks to that bitch Jacelice from ripping her a part of her mane clean from her crest.

The wind howled as the ess silently moved, her little companion, Zazu holding on for dear life to her thick mane. It was a miracle that he hadn't been struck in the fight with Jace. This fact was not unnoticed by the witch. If she had lost her friend, no amount of army would be able to hold her back from taking the appy bitch's life. She heard a call sound out, the rough vocals of Abyss being carried across the wind, his brother's answering call echoing right back. They were communicating that they had lost an intruder, this only served to actually anger the wench. Brindled bodice moved quickly across the snow now, much quicker than before. Something had transpired while she was away and they had failed to capture the culprit. She could see the river from the distance she was at, but payed no heed to any lingering members as they halted their conversations to move away from the ess. This was just what she needed. Someone trying to get into her lands and do god knows what. For his sake, it better had not been that damn Adhemar. She ground her carnivorous dentals and walked over a frozen part of the river, the ice crunching beneath her plate sized hooves. In the distance, she saw the galloping frame of the small stallion known as Abyss. He was more in touch with the environment than anyone within Cocytus's ranks, which was why he was a scout. His long tail whipped behind him as he skidded to a halt before her. 'Some bastard got in when I wasn't lookin' and managed to find the Catacombs, he got in, and tried to harm a member but Obelisk stopped him. Said he looked crazed, sick. Obelisk chased him out of the catacombs but lost him in the snow. Bastard blended in."

Witchcrypt closed her eyes, ignoring the dark red eyes of Abyss scanning over her wounded frame. She sighed outwardly and physically tried to control her anger, breathing in and out meditatively. "Find him, I want him brought to me." She seethed and the black stag nodded, not taking her scathing town seriously, he had been around her too long to take it seriously. As he disappeared, she sighed once again, glowing red gaze falling upon the brindled appaloosa. Crimson Sentiment. Her Senti. A smile found its way up to her dark lips, her hooves moving forward towards the stag. He had grown. That much was obvious. He was no longer the awkward colt, but a handsome stallion. She even felt her heart flutter at the sight of him. He was magnificent. But even if he carried his sire's rugged looks, he and no one else, could compare to The Meta. The ess came right up to the blue roan stag and pressed her black muzzle to his cheek latch, breathing in his scent and closing her eyes. "Senti, you have no idea how glad I am to see you." She knew she must have looked as if a rabid animal had attacked her, but she didn't care. The sight of the stag calmed her and she felt her frame relax

[愛 S I D D E H 愛]

Sentiment noticed the hush fall over the other members. Once stirring and bubbling in their mingling, the demonic eyed brute suddenly stood at attention. Sounds emit from Abyss and his sibling about an intruder. Sentiment grew annoyed as well, though as he began to turn, Wicca was suddenly tucked in his neck. The brute straightened himself, craning his neck so that she could press herself into him further if she chose. His frame was large enough to spot the fresh wounds ,and smell the fresh blood on his friend.  Anger suddenly surged through his veins. Muscles growing stiff as he blood boiled. "Wicca." He breathed her name in astonishment. Not taking a moment to acknowledge that she was so happy to see him. That was usually a given for him, unless he did something stupid. Then he rightfully feared the brindled witch. The peculiar coloured  bronc ground his teeth carefully together, as he had been learning her methods of keeping his anger in check. Lest he end up lashing out at others. Sentiment could do some serious damage as well. The draft in him made him  bulkier. "What happened to you?" He murmured once more. Not daring to raise his voice any louder than a whisper. Usually he enjoyed causing a scene with his friend, but not now. She seemed strangely vulnerable towards him. Sentiment tucked his head around her muzzle as she stood near him. Inhaling her scent, though growing angrier as he could smell her blood. "I'm going to hunt them down and tear their throat out. I'll bring you their head." Sentiment seethed in whispers towards her ear. Still trying to keep himself under control. Usually Sentiment had an abundance of self control. Merely teasing, and jeering at others. His father's disapproval of his ways didn't bother him any. Wicca was all that mattered. Whoever did his would have to pay a serious price. Either with their life, or with their child's. Sentiment's body trembled slightly with his anger building. Though he did not feel he was dangerous to his friend, anyone else could surely feel the brunt of his wrath. Tagged Δ Beauty With The Booty with Wicca Words: 354 Notes: YES

Call me a boy till i've learned

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[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

Witchcrypt
^{I CAN BE CHANGED BY WHAT HAPPENS TO ME, BUT I REFUSE TO BE REDUCED BY IT.}

The witch closed her eyes as she stood shoulder to shoulder with the brute, her face buried into his flesh, her dark nares flaring and taking in his scent. The anger completely faded from her frame, her muscles relaxing from their taunt position. Just the scent of her Senti was relaxing to her. She wasn't quite sure what made her relax around the stallion, she wasn't even fully relaxed around Meta. She had every reason to be relaxed when standing next to Meta, he wasn't a violent one unless provoked but still she stayed on her toes around him, even when he was her mate. Wicca and Meta were known for their very violent relationship, and if it were any other way, she would grow bored with the palomino brute. However, with Senti, he stroked her feathers in just the right way, speaking to her narcissistic beast within. She made a sound similar to purring against his nape when he breathed her name. Yes, Sentiment acted just the way she wanted all the others to. He did everything she said and feared her rightfully. She was a child of a God. She had rights to grandeur. In her mind, everyone should fear her, life would be so much easier. But of course, there were the heathens and hessians that could not understand, they would never understand why she was who she was.

The stallion pressed his head against her muzzle in a comforting gesture and she exhaled softly, flicking her tail, and relaxing her body. This show of letting her guard down was a show of her total trust in this brute. Every inch of her screamed exhaustion and she could very easily fall to the snow right there and sleep forever. She exhaled at his words, ones that were full of determination and dare she say adoration. She let a lazy smile spread across her black lips. Ah yes, this was the reason she kept a judge's son around. He was completely subservient to her. The various members of Cocytus stood around them. Mephala was no where to be seen, The Bride was by the river, probably looking at her own reflection. They were all meandering around for it was a lazy day in Cocytus, and all Wicca wanted to do on this lazy day was sleep. "Calm yourself, Senti. I have just as much back." She mused stepped back and away from the stallion. "I want one of her children as payment. She goes by the name Jacelice. Don't be rash and go after them now, wait, let things settle and fester." She purred, a dark aura coming upon her. No matter how Nirvana tried to change the lands, Wicca was still and to her dying day, a Dark. All the strong blood lines that poured from her veins were full of Dark genes. It was in her blood and nothing could change that.

[愛 S I D D E H 愛]

Sentiment paid attention to each breath Wicca drew. The hot air colliding with his skin, the danger was apparent, or it would have been if not given the pair's relationship. It was electrifying, and every fiber of Sentiment's being stood at attention for his queen. Her muscles twitched, relaxing from her previously tense and poised demeanor. Sentiment didn't express his disappointment when she pulled away from him. Her voice crooned to him, soothing his rage that dared to explode from beneath. Sentiment did not get to enjoy such affectionate moments with Wicca often. Despite his position in her herd, he was well aware of her relationship with The Meta. Though he craved her very flesh beneath him, Wicca would never be his and yet he was content. Meta was a brilliant stallion, and just the beast he'd go to for help with this. Wicca explained she wanted the child of Jacelise as payment. Sentiment nearly snarled at the sound of her name. Though the beast was nowhere close to breaking the surface now. Witchcrypt had put him at ease. "Then her first born child you shall have. I'll rip it in the prime of  the child's learning and shaping of personality. The child will be shaped in your image... what better way can you think of that would destroy her. You'll have anger crawling under her skin at the very thought of you, stealing her child away from her." Sentiment sneered. Just thinking about the theft of her child made him happy. Sentiment started to see the parts of himself his father disliked, or perhaps scared him. He heard the tales of the horrendous homeland, and knew the regret he felt for killing his sister. For mere seconds he almost felt remorse for what he was about to do. Sentiment pushed it away, he was not trying to gain Caden's approval any longer. He was loved by the usually stoic brute, and that's all that mattered. "Tell me, what part of her flesh did you take with you?" Sentiment then coaxed Wicca excitedly. The inner sadomasochist in him came wildly alive. Wicca of all creatures knew very well the sinister functioning of the Judge's son. Her ways of rewarding him were just as electrifying as holding any proximity with her. It made him wonder if she felt any electricity from him. The hessian would never regret meeting Wicca and joining up with her. Even if some days now he craved to be with her in a different way, Wicca was still his most dear friend. He would make any poor creature pay the price for hurting her, even dear Meta if it ever happened. Tagged Δ Beauty With The Booty with Wicca Words: 450 Notes: YES

Call me a boy till i've learned

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