pitch black, white knife (desi)

[alkyone]

The air was sweltering on the back of the broad monster moving over the terrain, long banner hanging low and still in the empty air. Nary a breeze blew and the sun burned down as though the golden swells of sunlight were flames instead. The dark pelt of the wandering brute reflected and absorbed the heat slowly but surely, every step another exercise in a futile attempt to escape the ponderous heat. Jagannatha dismissed the uncomfortable sweltering heat the way he dismissed most discomforts, with the same amount of ease that came from the practice of constantly shutting down anything that got in his way. He'd heard of a land called Cocytus within Imperium and he was curious. The thick brute made his way hill by hill towards his destination, harks lying at half-mast and eyes half-lidded. Every step was long and ponderous, but covered plenty of ground thanks to his long limbs. Standing at nearly twenty hands lent some extra yardage to his strides, which were already lengthy. He moved like his lineage suggested he might, but there was a hint of grace in the way his shoulders and hindquarters shifted, in the long slow flex of the muscles roiling beneath his black-brown mottled skin. Jagannatha loped with speed that appeared lazy from a distance, but thanks to the length of his stride, he was covering more ground than his ponderous canter appeared to. Jagannatha wasn't in enough of a hurry to add any extra speed to his journey; there was something in conserving energy during a trip with these kinds of temperature conditions. In the back of his mind, having heard rumors of how cool it was in Cocytus, Jagannatha was aware that he would welcome that kind of temperature change once he reached Cocytus, but it wasn't a thought hanging at the forefront of his mind. Jagannatha was more concerned with getting to where he wanted to go than what would happen once he got there. When he did get there, he would figure out how to handle his request then.

Jagannatha had heard plenty of things about all of the herds within Imperium's borders, but even more about all of the queens who ruled within. Nirvana, boss woman of Imperium; Witchcrypt, boss woman of Cocytus; Lashiel, boss woman of Serpent's Sanctuary. Jagannatha had never worked for a mare before and he had to admit that, in light of all of the uselessly shed blood thanks to quarreling testosterone-fueled brutes, maybe he was due for a bit of change. Mares could be just as bloodthirsty and brutal, of that Jagannatha was well-aware. But he had spent so long dealing with overly ambitious stallions that all of these opportunities to serve under queens instead sounded rather interesting. At the very least, Jagannatha was willing to give them a try, starting with the land that would offer him a respite from the blazing heat of summer's unforgiving day. He could already feel the temperature dropping and long shivers ran along his skin, twitching with the relief of heat releasing like steam off his burning skin. His muzzle dipped low as he inhaled and exhaled, pushing cooling air through his lungs as though breathing in oxygen for the first time in years. The ground was cooling too, and as he approached the borders of Cocytus, Jagannatha could feel the relief of an almost wintry chill approaching. His ebony horn dipped as he exhaled, watching his breath form beneath him and flower out to the sides, escaping from him as though fleeing the enormous black-brown beast. His harks pricked forward and flicked back; Jagannatha instinctively going on alert as he approached the borders themselves and slowed, pacing curiously. 

He was at the moment where he was considering what to do next. Jagannatha had no idea what kind of stress Cocytus was going through at this moment. He wasn't well-versed in politics in Imperium yet, having wandered in and kept to the sides for most of his time here. So Cocytus could be in the middle of civil war for all he knew. Jagannatha supposed he would simply approach someone and ask to the affairs of things. No land would turn away a willing soldier, after all. Not one with strength on its mind. Jagannatha had no doubts to his mind as far as defending himself should someone take offense to his presence. If this place proved to be too much trouble, he would remove himself with no complaints. There was no point in stirring up trouble, unless someone looked like a good and entertaining fight, and then he would challenge them thusly. Beyond that.. Jagannatha had no interest in causing a stir. He wanted somewhere to stay and someone to serve. Not that complicated. Jagannatha loped into Cocytus the same way he'd loped everywhere else, long strides eating up ground without much effort. It was snowing lightly, snowflakes disappearing in the heavy lengths of his banner and flag, both up in the air now that there was a wind to keep them aloft. Jagannatha kept his orbs open and harks pricked, nostrils flared wide, for any signs of life. He was in no hurry, as he was rarely ever hurrying anywhere, but Jagannatha was filled with curiosity at such an oddly artic place, and while his expression was as blank as ever, his mind was wandering with unusual animation.


tagged ;; desires with witchcrypt
words ;; 898
notes ;; hope this is okay!

[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?!

Snow fell upon the land like it always did, no matter the season. Spring, Summer, Fall and especially Winter. Cocytus barely got visitors during the fall and winter months because the temperature dropped below freezing. But that was how the inhabitants liked it. They preferred to be left alone, away from the eyes of others. They weren't exactly secretive, they just preferred to be away from all the hell in the warmer lands..even though Cocytus was the self-proclaimed Gateway to Hell itself. The wind blew harshly, some members stumbling with the force of the wind but over all did not mind it much. The eight year old stallion known as Abyss, was, as always, roaming the borders, keeping up with who entered, even though the borders were closed. Especially since it's Queen, Witchcrypt, was away. Her lover boy had come back, much to the small black stallion's surprise, and she had went with him to his land, Reach, to see the stallion named Harkness and to see if Dietrich, the big idiot, had kept Reach undestroyed. She of course had left Sentiment in charge while she was away, even made Obelisk stay his ass here, to help protect the lands, claiming Meta was more than capable of keeping an eye on her, because saying she could protect herself never seemed to work on the dominant white stallion.

'Valhalla, please, I'm not interested in your little shit food source. Go away." The small black stallion narrowed his dark red orbs at the small critter with an even smaller critter in her jaws. The little fox looked dejected but trotted ahead of the black stallion. Abyss narrowed his eyes and continued walking along the path, keeping deathly quiet. As quiet as the dead land around him. His breaths came out in puffs from the near below zero temperature. But it did not bother him in the slightest. The short stallion's auds flickered at a sound. Hooves. He lifted his Arabian skull and dark eyes instantly spotted the dark stallion loping across the snow. Black nares flared and he let out a shrill call. It echoed through the lands, right into the auds of the Ice Queen. Witchcrypt halted instantly. She had just gotten back from visiting Reach. Meta was back and she had tagged along with him back to his home, to see if everything was in check. Of course, only because she wanted to stay at his side a while longer. She would never admit it out loud, but she had missed the asshole. She liked to think he missed her too, and the fact he brought a gift was proof enough. The beautiful necklace he had given her moved with each step she took and was a comforting weight around her nape. She raised her nose to the sky, sniffing around for any new scents, she found one. A stallion. What was with all the stallions these days? She did not mind but she was getting tired of all the testosterone running around.

The brindled ess sighed and shifted her stance into a liquid motion. Her long limbs carried her quickly across the snowy expanse. Hours before she had been covered in blood. Her own and the blood of another mare. But she had taken a bath in the river within Reach and was as clean as she could be after coming the long distance from Reach. She mused on what this new comer would think of meeting the leader of such lands, covered in blood. It would be a comical sight indeed. As she made her way towards the call, Abyss had moved towards the stallion, attempting to stop his movements. He wasn't going to allow the brute any farther into the lands. The little stallion had to anchor his neck to look up at the other brute, but it did not bother him in the least. "I suggest you not move until the Queen gets here. She's been very testy these past few days." The older stallion said in his rough vocals. His tiny fox companion leapt from her hidden spot in the snow and barked at the black stag before them. A commanding call hit the stag's auds and he looked to the approaching brindled pelt. A grin spread across his lips. "And here she comes..." He chuckled. Wicca lengthened her stride and closed in on the duo. Her glowing crimson oculars fell upon the taller brute. She had never seen him before; she would remember such a stallion. He was covered in scales and had a rhino horn upon his face. Yes he was quite intimidating but not much intimidated the mare with her little family.

Witchcrypt halted, looking over the stallion before dismissing Abyss. The wind blew harshly then, making her hair wave around crazily, especially with the length she had. It was no secret that it was cold in Cocytus, but once you became a member, you didn't exactly notice the cold after a while. She wondered if this stallion could deal with the cold, he had scales but that did not mean a thing to her. She pursed her lips slightly, moving to his front. "Cocytus's borders are closed to outsiders. What brings you here?" Her voice was raspy and rough for a female, but was female all the same. She held her head high despite the height differences. Witchcrypt was a sucker for violence. It got her blood rushing and her adrenaline pumping. She was a sadomasochist, of course, only recently. She had always been a sadist, until Meta came into her life, or rather she pushed herself into his life and sat her ass down and wasn't planning on leaving.

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ooc; soooo sorry for this shity post