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----- Naberius -----

tag: Δ Beauty With The Booty // words: 435 // notes: for a starter i guess it's fine

Given everything he had been through the last year or so, maybe it wasn't quite a year, Naberius had yet to succumb to the grief and loss weighing heavy on his shoulders or by the looks of it, it would be a long time until he would if he ever did. Losing everything did teach him not to become too close to someone which he had originally drilled into his own mind a while back, but how was he to know that Loma would end up worming her way under his hard exterior? He's learned his lesson and swore it would never happen again. 


His thoughts, while many, didn't prevent him from becoming aware of his surroundings. which each step he made that brought him closer to this dark part of the island, he became more and more aware of everything around him. He kept his exterior cool and calm. Even on the inside, he wasn't too worked up. This new land was sure to have many different predators, much like Krymenos who had developed mutated versions of the softer predators outside of it's realm, but that didn't make them any less dangerous or give Naberius cause to relax any further than he already was.

The stallion's tail twitched as if it had a mind of it's own, much like a feline. There was a natural arch in his neck, he always held his head proud despite how far he had fallen. There was no indication of shame or embarrassment etched on the broad, muscular form of the beast that now walked into the borders of the strange land that had drawn him in upon first entering this new world. The stallion came to a halt and looked around, lifting his crown, pushing his harks forward as he searched for any indication of life in this dead land. Mayhap no one existed this far out. Were that to be true, the land held promise of a life he could build for himself and a fresh start to a life he thought had been over just months prior.

Had he known this land was claimed as another's, he may have taken more precaution and presented himself with more grace than just stumbling upon a land that Mother Nature had seemed to forget in her time creating and molding a world that she would be proud of. Maybe this was the land that misfits had called home and thus thought it  fit to leave it a sharp contrast against the life of the forest that loomed behind him in the distance.

Maybe home was just on the horizon. 

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

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. She just wanted to sleep and rest her wounds. The wind whipped around again as the few members of Cocytus moved away to the catacombs as night drew near. It was even colder at night. With the wind, it brought a new scent and the cry of Abyss, letting her know that someone else was in the lands. Wicca almost wanted to curse. She rolled her eyes slightly before answering back to Abyss, letting him know she had it handled. The brindled bitch moved quickly across the lands and soon, she found the oddity. He wasn't exactly a truly odd being. She had seen a lot of shit here, living within these lands. So what the stag before her held, was unsurprising. She came to a halt, right before him, Holding herself tall, even though he towered over her. This did not faze her in the least. Her sons were equal in height and their sire was just below them. So the stag's height did not frighten her. Nor did the extra legs. It would take quite an intimidating being to make her bawk. The Cocytus Queen watched the stag, her blood slowing down as the cold air froze it, but she paid it no mind. "You are trespassing on owned lands. Do you have a reason for doing so?" Her vocals hummed out, they were feminine but very rough and grungy. Nothing like a normal voice for a femme.

ooc: sorry this is shit. I recycled a bunch of it to save time x_x blue

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----- Naberius -----

tag: Δ Beauty With The Booty // words: 322 // notes: will get better!

It took quite a bit for Naberius to be intimidated even in the slightest. There was nothing in this world that could scare him anymore than the Gods had already had, nothing can damage him any more than the gods did. So when  the mare approached him, Naberius wasn't put off by the hostile exterior the mare presented. He halted in his motion and lifted his head, studying the broad with interest. She was uniquely designed, as if molded in the likeness of perfection while maintaining some mortal attributes. Naberius rolled his eyes at himself and let out a long, deep sigh of irritation.

The mare's words washed over him and it dawned that the land was indeed spoken for and mayhap he should have approached the land with further caution than he had originally shown. With a deep bow of his head, Naberius spoke, "Forgive me, I was not aware the land was spoken for. Had I known I would have sought permissions to access the territory properly." His voice was a deep baritone with an exotic lilt in the roll his R's and the stressing of his i's. 

"I am called Naberius, former king of the land Krymenos and happened upon your stretch of territory after the loss of my kingdom. I seek forgiveness of my lack of manners at having not thought this interesting territory to be claimed by another," he lifted his crown and met the mare's gaze head on, not at all challenging but letting it be known he was not one to trample on. 

In his own land, if one had so much as tried to challenge the beast, he was put to death immediately, fair trial or no. That pride he had possessed as king still lurked behind the crimson eyes of the massive beast. "Might I have the honor and privilege of your name?" he asked politely while shifting his  weight. 

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

Witchcrypt's black auds flickered at the various sounds, but one audit stayed focused on the stag before her. She knew Abyss and Abalon where somewhere around them, keeping an eye out for their Leadess. But she did not try to find their exact location, she had no need to. Instead she focused on the stag before her. He seemed to be a genuine Imperium member, but looks could be deceiving, after all, there was Red Crow, a former Light Stallion that had a dark past and was much like the beast before her in demeanor. Her glowing opts watched him with curiosity, but she kept her façade in check, making sure to give nothing away, not that there was anything to give away. The stag held a royal lilt to his frame, as if he was used to others praising him or listening to his every command. This caused the brindled ess's brows to raise slightly. She was the one that ruled here. Her rule in these lands was absolute. If this brute had come to question her rule, then he would have a rude awakening. She watched his eyes roll and her own narrowed. Her bodice became tense as she waited for his response. If a fight was to ensue she was not exactly sure if she would win, she had just gotten out of a fight and was still bleeding from it. If this was a prime moment for a challenge, then she didn't know what was.

His voice came to her auds and she flickered both to his attention. His voice was deep and had a difference to it. An accent. It wasn't an annoying one, more so a pleasing to the ears one. Something she would like to hear more. Hell, the ess would make him talk uselessly just to hear his voice. She began to ponder if it were even possible. However, that would have to wait, she needed to first see his allegiance and if he was here for ulterior motives. She gave a sharp 'tsk' and closed her eyes momentarily, a slight smile coming over her lips at the deep bow he gave her. If only she could get the other little shits that lived with her to bow. She felt elated at the show of respect, something everyone in this land seemed to forget. They would rue the day they doubted the north. The very gateway to hell. This stallion before her was untested. If he were friend or foe. The brindled ess tilted her skull at the mention of his name and former position, which irritated and interested the fae. She blinked a moment and then found his eyes focused on her own. The blood-eyed bitch kept her gaze steady and unfaltering. "These lands have a history of former kings." Her voice snaked through the icy air as she spoke ill of the kings she knew this brute knew nothing about. Her long tag whipped against her flanks as he asked after her name. She chuckled softly, looking off to the side as the snow flurried around them. "I am Witchcrypt. Daughter of Lucifer and Leadess of Cocytus, the Gateway to Hell." She spoke, pride finding its way into her lyrics. Her crimson gaze shot back towards the stag. "You are welcome to stay..Naberius. That is, if you can keep to the commandments.." She paused, tilting her cranium to the side. "And remember that you are a former king." Her words were final and absolute. If he decided Cocytus was not for him, then he would be free to leave...if he actually left. If she found the brute within her lands after he had left, there would be hell to pay..

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----- Naberius -----

tag: Δ Beauty With The Booty // words: 400+ // notes: will get better!

Even while he was greeting the lady formally, he was well aware of her expression and body language, taking in when she was pleased and correcting himself when she was irritated. He wasn't at all put off by her behavior and even found it some what amusing as in his old kingdom, fools who dare act against him clearly sought their death, but this was refreshing  to say the least. Naberius broke the gaze for a moment and lifted his crown, stretching his muzzle up towards the sky to study the clouds as the snow fell around him. Snow had always fascinated him and despite the bite of the cold, he found winter to be his favorite of the seasons. The large beast snorted quietly before lowering his crown once again meeting the gaze of the Leadess of these lands. 

At her introduction, Naberius once again bowed his head in respect for the higher ranked equine for a minute before lifting his crown once more. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Witchcrypt, daughter of Lucifer. I offer no challenge to your rule and respect your role in these lands as it is your territory," he issued his purpose and stance formally then continued, "I thank you for the invitation and hope to abide by any law, however I am not aware of most." He figured that maybe she ran her kingdom differently than his with her reaction towards his archaic antics. However, it wouldn't keep him from using his common sense to ensure his stay in this land didn't end with his death or exile. The last thing he wanted was for his stay in these parts to be an unpleasant one and sully his name before he managed to make one for himself.

Naberius shook out his pelt, causing the snow on his thick mane to fly in all directions. His long tail curled around his legs, resting in the snow. The hair of his tail lay fanned out a stark contrast of dark against the white. It was a moment or so before Naberius spoke as he was studying the landscape, his gaze fixed on the horizon to the left of him. when he did finally speak, his words were firm if a bit bitter, "Trust me, my queen, that is not something I will easily forget."

Treason. It wasn't something he would commit against a ranked equine in their own territory for he knew the consequences that came with such behavior. Had he not been in her position before, his behavior be be otherwise towards the mare. However, his respect for her position ran deep beneath his pelt and so it would stay until proven unfounded. "Might I ask where I am exactly? I am not yet familiar with the land and their titles."

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

After her own lyrics left her maw, her little companion crawled out of her thick mane, covered in a bit of her blood. He perched right between her black auds, sticking out like a sore thumb. His bug eyes stared at the stallion for a drawn out moment, the land stood quiet as the snow fell around the trio. She observed the stallion a bit longer, looking up to the gray skies along with him before returning her skull to its proper position before the stag could. She took this moment to properly assess him. She needed to know the stag's boundaries if he were to live in her lands, if he could take his buttons being pushed and how far they could be pushed before he snapped. Once his façade lowered, she took on a bemused expression, shifting her weight off of her left hindleg, auds twitching at every sound. Crimson irises watched the monstrous stag bow once more and she could have bounded with glee, but instead she smirked. A smirk that clearly showed that the bitch enjoyed the simple show of respect. But to Wicca, it was a sign of much more than respect. A bow meant you opened your neck for an attack and your face for a kick. One could easily beat down another if they were bowing. So it was, in a way, a sign of trust and maybe even a challenge, but mostly respect. And respect is exactly what Witchcrypt wanted to see from her herd.

The brute spoke then, her harks twitching as Zazu tickled the hairs. His formal tone pleased and irritated the mare but then again, Wicca was never happy with anything. It was true, the rules of Cocytus were not written outside of the frozen wastes and it was a member of the herd's job to let others know exactly what these rules were. She hummed a moment and stepped forward, coming very close to the stag before turning to his left and just missing his shoulder with her own. "The Commandments of Cocytus are as follows. The Demoness, myself, has the final say. Her word is law. Should her word be questioned, death shall follow. There is no Demon, I lead alone, but if there becomes one, in my absence, his word should be taken as if it were my own. The heir, the...Antichrist, is to be protected at all times. If one hair on his head is harmed, all hell will break loose and my God have mercy on your soul." She paused for a moment, now level with the stag's right flank. A smirk found its way to her lips at the thought of Crimson Sentiment. Her rock. "Breeding is allowed in the herd and out of the herd. You may roam freely, so long as your allegiance stays with Cocytus and you must not give away anything of the herd. You may never tell another where the Catacombs are hidden. You must be present to all mandatory meetings, failure to do so will be punished accordingly. Fighting within the herd is allowed, so long as death is not brought upon another herd member. She now stood just to the stag's right, looking up at him with glowing eyes. Her lips lifted, showing her sharp canines. "But most importantly. The one rule all Cocytus members and allies should follow. Once you join us, you are family. And family is everything. The family comes first and always first. Take that how you will, but remember. Family is forever."

Her lyrics halted as she finished and watched him as he shook himself out. In that moment, he reminded him of her twin sons. Cyclone and Satanael. Cyclone and his thick lion-like mane and long lion-like tail and Satanael with his matching tail. She wondered where her boys were. Her pale son, Satanael, was probably in Reach, keeping his Uncle Dietrich in check..but her other? Where had Cyclone gone? Cyclone, Harkness, Vittoria and The Meta had disappeared and it angered her and pained the Wicked Witch to know that they had left. Not even Satanael knew where they were. Her poor, worrisome son was pulling his hair out and putting ideas in his own head. Wicca was snapped out of her thoughts as Naberius spoke again, bitterly. This caught her attention. What happened to this brute to send him away from his own herd, his kingdom. She snorted and wondered if she could get it out of him, to learn from him. His question surprised her a bit, but she quickly pushed it aside, still standing to his right. "As stated before, you are in the frozen wastes of Cocytus, on the far north of an unnamed island. Cocytus is under the rule of the Imperium leader, a mare known as Nirvana. We are known as Imperium. Our..allies.." She stated the last bit distastefully "..are known as Altus, their leader is a young colt by the name of Cadomir, he recently took up rule after the previous leaders, the Harbingers, fled like the cowards they were." She growled the last bit, and it was clearly shown how she held the Harbingers. War, Conquest, Famine and Death. They could all burn for all she cared. In her agitation, she failed to notice Zazu getting ready to take flight. Before she could say anything, the little beast soared towards the brute before them and attempted to land somewhere on him and bury himself in Naberius's long mane.