POUR SALT ON YOUR WOUNDS; fallen & sigma

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

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

If she had never felt pain before, she sure as hell felt it now. Her head throbbed painfully and there was a wet, sticky substance on it, she was pretty sure it was blood. The head pain stood out among all the other, but her entire body was on fire. She was pretty sure her rib was broken, at least one of them. Her face had taken quite a hit so she was pretty sure she had some sort of damage there. Maybe some torn skin. Her jaw hurt and she hope that wasn't a broken jaw she was feeling. She tested her jaw and found it unbroken but very bruised. Along with her skull cramping, she had a searing pain in her crest. Why? Because she was being dragged by her mane. Rocks and other debris dug into her left side as the big ass brute drug her to only god knew where. She had been heading to Reach when he attacked. She had intended to travel with her son, Satanael, but had sent him ahead when a member needed her aid.

Wicca had never been afraid of traveling on her own, but no amount of training prepared her for the hulking behemoth that tore from the brush and collided with her. He had knocked her down and when she tried to get up, he put a foot on her ribs with crushing force. Her vision had faded out but she kicked at him and eventually clipped his fetlock, it had no affect and all she earned as a swift kick to the face, effectively knocking her out. She had just now woken up and she was slowly becoming aware of every little feeling on her body. One thing she wanted to feel...she didn't. The gentle weight of her necklace as gone. Her prized possession was gone. It hit her harder than she thought it would. She had never been one for non-living trinkets, but this..this was her one and only gift from Meta. Her chest tightened and hurt worse than the pain in her skull, crest and ribs. She was unsure what to call this emotion or feeling but she didn't like it. Rage over powered it instantly and she began thrashing, clipping the stallion in the hock and his leg folded in on him, his rear landing one her shoulder and pushing the breath out of her. He stood up instantly, growling harshly and digging his dentals into her neck, beneath her head with a crushing force. Oxygen was instantly cut off from her entire body and she gasped for air. The effect was quite the opposite for the brindled mare though. The pain of oxygen deprivation went to places it shouldn't go and the pain that danced across her other body parts joined in, sending her into an euphoria of sorts. Spots came to her vision as her lungs screamed for oxygen. She felt light headed and that just made it...better. She exhaled the breath she was holding, her mind replacing the black beast before her with the palomino bod of Meta. Her crimson oculars rolled to the back of her head and she passed out.

She woke later and found herself within a cavern. Seafoam eyes stared down at her and she snarled at those eyes. Her fourth child. Maleficent. She had always been uneasy around the child, now a mare. Something had never sit right with the tobiano fae. A soft chuckle reached her auds and her daughter walked around her battered and bruised body and a shiver of unease crept up Witchcrypt's spine. 'Dearest Mother, what has this one done to herself? Drak found her outside the lands and brought her here. Lucky an ally found her.' The female had always spoke weird and Wicca narrowed her glowing orbs at the bitch before fighting to stand. She stumbled slightly but eventually found her feet, exhaling harshly with labored breaths. Her ribs hurt like hell and she felt like passing out again. "Where the fuck is that slippery bastard?!" She hissed and stared at her daughter, who smiled and twitched her tail, walking away from her mother, leaving her in the bitch black of the prisons.

[fallen]

The monochromed brute followed many paces behind the massive black stallion, watching him slink along. Selven had instructed Draken Rhal, politely, to.. how do you say... persuade the dear Witchcrypt of Cocytus to join himself for a chat. Selven knew that the gray and black vixen would surely send her drones to attack if he showed up himself so, this was the next best thing. As they came upon her, selven slowed and let Drak take up more space. The monochromed brute watched and flinched a bit at the first impact he made with Withcrypt. Selven purred under his breath and shook his head at her struggle. Perhaps he should have been more worried about Draken tearing apart the poor female, when he asked for this favor. The black and white stud shrugged his shoulders though, either way a fight would of ensued so why not let Drak get his violence out one way or another. Selven watched still as Drak then began to drag the knocked out female back toward Armageddon. AS he moved easily in their wake, he caught something glistenign from the sparse light that hit the ground.

IT seemed as if hours had passed, and Selven was quite surprised that the witch had stayed suppressed for this long. Selven located Drak first, and gave a thank you nod to the stallion, "thank you for not killing the poor girl. " Selven mused to the massive Frisian before turning toward the caverns. HE carried the glistening metal between his lips and teeth gently, as he moved through the winding halls into the bowels of Armageddon. HE listened carefully, as he heard the faint giggle of his little birdy. Selven picked up his gait, his large hooves clicking against the hard ground as his Birdy finished her words and the angered vocals of the witch came slithering forward. Selven snorted and slipped in a word before his dear Maleficent dissapeared, "Please my Birdy, refrain from taunting our guest."

Selven rolled his eyes sarcastically before turning his attention back to the displeased Witchcrypt. "Dear Witchcrypt, perhaps you should refer to me by my name in my home? Its only polite." Selven said the accented tones even more broken with the silvered bit hanging in his lips. "Nontheless my Vixen, here; it is yours." He approached carefully, his large icy pools never leaving her as he sat the opal chain between them. "I do apologize about your rough treatment, i will admit asking such a physical stallion to bring you to chat wasn't the wisest of my ideas." Selven said with a charming smile, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. "Please, follow me or we could stay down here. Whichever you prefer my witchling, we have much to discuss."

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

Unease filtered through the entire frame of the mare, mixed with a rolling thunderstorm of anger. Glowing crimson orbs flickered around the area, seeing perfectly fine in the dark, searching to see if there was anything or anyone that could be an immediate threat to her. The brindled bitch found nothing, other than the bottomless pit to her left, which was uncomfortably close. Side-stepping, she looked forward to see her daughter dissappear around the corner and her eyes narrowed. If anyone happened to look into the prison, all they would see were glowing red orbs. Those blood tainted oculars looked around once more, this was not a tactical spot to be in, despite the fact that she would have the upper hand, she needed a spot where there was no threat of being thrown to her death. Witchcrypt snorted and moved forward, limping with the effort. Pain rocked her left side with each step, the movement pulling and tugging her skin and bones, she was sure there would be bruising around the fractured rib. The wicked witch's head throbbed with every sound, step and the light ahead. She stopped at the entrance to the prisons to take a breath. Her ribs hurt like hell! She took a few deep breaths and finally worked up the motivation to move again, but she was stopped by that voice. Her crimson eyes flashed to the black and white overo frame of Selven, The Bone Collector. Every violent cell in her body itched to tear him limb from limb, the rage that had been bubbling within her was now rising to the surface, almost seeming to make her eyes glow even brighter. Before she could lash out physically or verbally, her daughter snaked herself from around a corner, bringing Witchcrypt's eyes to the feathered frame. The tobiano mare smiled and placed a gentle kiss to Selven's cheek before walking past him. Wicca's eyes followed her and landed on the big brute behind the overo bastard. Her muscles tensed up at the site of those purple orbs staring at her. She exhaled harshly and winced. The pain laughed at her, letting the bitch know it was still there, she cringed, almost closing her eyes fully but a rational voice in her skull screamed at her, telling her to never take her eyes off her enemy. A wicked grin spread across the stallion's facials and Witchcrypt didn't even let the thoughts in her skull process and she snarled back at him, eliciting a deep, rumbling laugh from the bastard. Anxiety spread through her chest at the sight of the black beast before her. His laugh did not bother her in the least, she was around crazy motherfuckers all day, even his brutish size did not bother her. It was the fact that he had used that size against her, and brutally.

"Dear Witchcrypt, perhaps you should refer to me by my name in my home? Its only polite." The accented vocals tore her away from the behemoth and vermilion oculars glared their hatred down upon the stag. "Nontheless my Vixen, here; it is yours." The urge to rip him limb from limb grew as he spoke. She did not care for nicknames, especially from this asshole. She had been given many names, ones she cherished, others she hated. Vixen was now one of the hated ones. "You were always a piece of shit that slithered around in the background, and now you cannot even do anything for yourself! Sending your puppets to do all of your work, makes a shitty lead in my opinion." She snapped, her anger being let out full force. There was no joking in her vocals or eyes. Pure rage and hatred poured from her, something that was rare for Wicca to spout. She was born a reserved child with violent tendencies and had grown into a respectable, level-headed mother and leadess, but all of that was thrown out the window in this one moment. She bared her dentals, snapping at the stallion in her agitation. Crimson pools watched the stag as he lowered his skull, perfect for striking distance. She could easily latch onto him right then and there, every fibre of her being said to take the opportunity, almost screaming at her to do so, but her eyes flashed to Draken, and she had to physically control herself from trembling, growling viciously at the behemoth to mask her anxiousness.

A soft clinking caught her attention and her eyes shot down, the silver of her necklace gleaming at her. It was in tact, completely unharmed. Something within her lunged forward, screaming at her to snatch it away from his nasty jowls, it was the same feeling from hours before, when she had lost her necklace, but she knew she might risk breaking it. She stayed tense, waiting for him to remove himself from the necklace, a lump growing in her throat when her chest could no longer take the pain within, spreading it to her larynx. The overo beast stepped back and she reached down and grabbed the necklace, holding it between her teeth gently. "I do apologize about your rough treatment, i will admit asking such a physical stallion to bring you to chat wasn't the wisest of my ideas." She narrowed her eyes with a "No shit" expression and Drak made a rumbling growl emit from his throat, a sign of his displeasure of being talked about like so. Witchcrypt snapped her eyes to him, keeping a check on his position. She did not trust him in the least. She glanced around the three of them then, taking note of how similar this home was to her own. If it was similar, then that meant it had more than one path down here and he could easily run through the winding pathways and get out. But even then she was absolutely sure the black beast behind Selven would catch her. He may be big but she was sure, once he got that huge mass of himself running, he was unstoppable. "Please, follow me or we could stay down here. Whichever you prefer my witchling, we have much to discuss." Her eyes narrowed and she snarled, showing more displeasure at yet another nickname. "If you think I will talk to you in a civil manner, you are wrong, Bone Collector." She hissed at him, her vocals slightly distorted from the necklace dangling between her teeth. "I will not speak to you without an escape route, beast. You should know this. Are you really that dense, to bring someone you want to speak to into your prison?" There was lilt of pure hatred in her voice and if possible, she narrowed her eyes even more so.

Without so much as waiting for his reply, she pushed past him, the necklace still dangling from her lips. She skirted around Drak, as his eyes grazed across her flesh in a most enticingly disgusting manner. She kept herself at a easy walk, trying to not show any unease or a weakness. But she was alone here, surrounded by those she concidered enemies, enemies within her own alliance. Wicca focused on keeping her breathing even and smooth, following the scent of grass to find the exit. After a bit of winding around corners, she found the exit and walked a good distance before turning to the bastards behind her. Drak walked almost right up to her, but stayed still at a few meters away from the brindled bitch. Wicca watched him warily for a moment before turning her attention to Selven. "Spit it out, snake. What do you want."

[fallen]

"You were always a piece of shit that slithered around in the background, and now you cannot even do anything for yourself! Sending your puppets to do all of your work, makes a shitty lead in my opinion." Her words grated against his black and ivory skin in a way that was surprisingly unpleasant. His dark ears flickered back into his disheveled mane and he merely watched her. "Good thing dear little witch, that your opinion wasn't asked for." Selven purred back, the politeness he held before slowly inching further and further away with every breath the vixen took. Selven watched Witchcrypt with annoyance gleaming behind his eyes now. The very sound of her labored breath grating against his innards.

The duo toned stud rolled his shoulders then, physically rubbing the agitating feel of her daft words from under his skin. He peered through narrowing eyes then, as she did not wait for him to speak. Her pretty hide, once so beautiful to him, became grotesque and unworthy of his kind touch. His skin flinched as she pushed against him, his own enamels snapping together. He followed close behind her in the darkness his handsome dome held high looking down at her large rump. He exhaled heavily as he continued to follow. HAd she of just followed him, they woudl have been to the surface much quicker.

As they came to a standstill, Selven raised a brow at the fuming witch. "I told you before, witchling, I wish to speak to you." he paused, his cold eyes losing any sort of friendliness that was once there, "respectfully." His tone held a warning in it as he was quite tired already of the witch's overbearing anger. He knew it was rightfully placed, but had he not proven he wasn't to harm her? He did not strike the final blow while she had lain there unconcious, nor raped her now. Selven closed his orbs then, before opening them and lookign intently at her. "I want the alliance between cocytus and Armageddon to be bought back intact. I know your displeasure for me and mine but Lucifer had given me refuge within cocytus for many years, much longer before even you were born." He paused and shifted his weight easily, casting a glance in the general direction of the wasteland. "I say that to say this; Your father has my respect. Cocytus, has my allegiance and my aid should it need it." he paused, a growing depth lit behind his deep cool eyes as he did not falter, "and I wish to absorb your fathers land into mine."

The brute finished his piercing gaze never wavering. He stood calmly, waiting for her voice to shatter his peaceful exterior if only for just a moment. He had known the white king to have a temper, but to see it ten fold in his spawn was something he was not ready for, but easily took in stride. Even if he would have to take over his comrades land when he passed. He would do it if his dear Wicca did not make the right decision.

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

"I told you before, witchling, I wish to speak to you. Respectfully" The witch took in his almost annoyed tone, the way his eyes hardened and his bodice straightened and she couldn't help the chuckle that rolled from her chest and into the atmosphere around the trio. "Honestly, Selven, did you think that kidnapping the daughter of Lucifer and expecting her to be civil would not result in anger? Are you that daft? And here I thought you were actually smarter than that." She hissed, shifting the necklace in her dentals a bit so she could speak properly. Witchcrypt wasnt sure how she felt about any of this, she had only heard terrible things about Selven, nothing good. Given that the stag was a Dark at one point, did not help her, even if she was a Dark as well. The number one rule of being a Dark, was trust no one. It was hard to even trust your flesh and blood. "I want the alliance between cocytus and Armageddon to be bought back intact. I know your displeasure for me and mine but Lucifer had given me refuge within cocytus for many years, much longer before even you were born." The shock was evident on her face at his words. She had known years ago, when her sire still ruled the icy lands, that Selven was an ally and had taken refuge. She had never known the reason and didn't care to know, she had just stayed away from the stag when she was younger and now, he finally approached her and wanted her to reawaken the alliance. Wicca narrowed her eyes momentarily, "I say that to say this; Your father has my respect. Cocytus, has my allegiance and my aid should it need it." She scoffed and flicked her tail. "How do I know you will not break this alliance? Your respect is for my sire, not me. Respect does not link to offspring for they have a mind of their own and must earn respect. Respect is not genetic or inherited. So tell me, Bone Collector, how do I know you won't try to kill me the first chance you get?"

Her tone was serious, most of the abrasive anger gone, though she now emitted an air of dominance. She was clearly the Queen type, headstrong and witty. She held her head high and did not backdown from the challenge that stood before her. She was not going to throw her beloved herd and family into the fire. "and I wish to absorb your fathers land into mine." For one whole second, the world stood still and it was quiet. The next second, fury bled from the mare, absolute rage burned in her eyes, even more so than before. If it were possible, her pelt would ignite with the fiery rage that bellowed beneath her pelt. "Cocytus has always been an independent land and will always be! What makes you think I would join my land to yours after you dragged me here by force? You are a shit negotiator, Bone Collector." Rage filled vocals echoed through his land and she began pacing, growling as she did. Somehow along the way of her pacing, Zazu had managed to pull her necklace over her neck again but she did not notice, she was too busy fuming. "What honestly made you think that I would agree to this? You seek alliance and then want to wipe us off the map?! You truly are crazy! I would have been more accepting of you dragging me here just to rape me repeatedly, but this?! This is demanding too much Selven!" She snapped, stopping to stare at him with dentals bared, Drak took a step forward and that was when she noticed she had gotten extremely close to Selven. She hissed outwardly and backed away, casting a wary glace to Drak.

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[fallen]

As her words continued to roll from her lips Selven merely ignored them. His attention was still on her but it was only obvious by the subtle flick of his ears and the twitch of his pelts.

How do I know you will not break this alliance? Your respect is for my sire, not me. Respect does not link to offspring for they have a mind of their own and must earn respect. Respect is not genetic or inherited. So tell me, Bone Collector, how do I know you won't try to kill me the first chance you get?" It was then that Selven's eyes brightened once again, a malevolent gleam in the iris. "Right you are, Witch." He paused, leaving that at that before continuing, "and my dear, had i wished to kill you, I wouldn't have sent my loyal Draken Rhal. I would have skinned you, and loved your precious bones before you knew what was happening." Selvens tone was darker, more seriious. Her questions annoying him greater by the moment.

Then the fury began to pace, anger rolling from her like steam. Selven only watched, unamused. "Cocytus has always been an independent land and will always be! What makes you think I would join my land to yours after you dragged me here by force? You are a shit negotiator, Bone Collector. What honestly made you think that I would agree to this? You seek alliance and then want to wipe us off the map?! You truly are crazy! I would have been more accepting of you dragging me here just to rape me repeatedly, but this?! This is demanding too much Selven!" Selven sighed, and however he didn't notice that drak had came closer sending the fuming Witch ever closer. Selven looked at her his eyes locking with her glowing ones. He ignored her pet.

"Witch, I have no desire to claim Cocytus forever. Aside from Obascus, YOU hold the strongest group and I merely wish to advance us both. You see, I have plans. and Its no secret as to how much Nirvana dislikes you, and for poor reasons." Selven paused, his thick accent making his words heavy and sensual even as he spoke of business. "If you are truly the chosen daughter of Lucifer, his hand picked leader of Cocytus, you will listen and accept what I am going to offer you." Selven raised his own head, his cold eyes burning into her. "With you uniting with me, You will be my beta. Under me yes, but you will have the most say over your family, but I will still be head. Trust me when i say, I shall leave your familial matters to yourself. I do not desire your members." He paused before continuing, "I will support you and your members, no one here already will start anything toward you and yours. We are uniting to be stronger so that in the end, we can remake this land in its entirety." Selven said his head rising a little more.

"Think about it, you are Witchcrypt, the favored daughter of Lucifer himself. You have earned your title and yet, very few know of you. TRULY, know of you... and Nirvana..." selven chuckled a little then, "she really isn't worthy of her position. She bested your father in battle because this world wasn't ready for a true ruler. Or you. Nirvana detests you, because she envies you, my witchling.." He took a step forward then, his lips twisting words and stories as if it were solid truth, " She is afraid to see you step up, to see you join me. she is afraid to see us bring true darkness back to this land." Selven mused easily, his bright eyes never leaving the brindled ess. He stopped only inches from her, her scent thick in his nose.

"so tell me, Witchcrypt... will you do this? If not for yourself, for your family? for Lucifer?" He let a silence slip between them, his eyes still watching her, waiting.

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

Draken Rahl gave her a dirty leer as Selven spoke and she narrowed her eyes at him, harks twitching with Selven's words. He was such a brash stag, something she could relate to. Crimson oculars flashed to Selven's icy windows at the dirty inclination. In a way she was both repulsed and intrigued by his words, but she kept a careful facade of aloofness. She did not want him to think her to be an overreacting wench. While she did have her moments, she could rein herself in. She stopped her pacing, turning to look at her exit and then back at the stallion. Wicca had never been known for being an idle mare, she couldn't stand being still, it drove her nuts. At all times some part of her bodice had to be moving and the only time she was ever truly still was when she was sleeping. As the Bone Collector spoke, she moved various body parts, shifting her hooves, flicking her tail, letting her auds swivel in their sockets. She was not still through his entire tirade, but this did not mean she wasn't listening. She took every word he said and mulled it over, her harks pinning back with every single one.

She listened to his words calmly cocking her skull to the side slightly, a burning itch to interrupt the stallion growing within her, but she kept it at bay. His words hit home in many places, almost manipulating the mare but he was just stroking her ego, which the mare absolutely loved. It was no secret, the things that won the mare over. A simple wink in her direction could put you in her favor. A darkness stirred in the mare, something long put to sleep. It rumbled and groaned, stretching like a cat after a good nap. A devilish smirk painted across her lips. "When you put it that way..you drive a hard bargain, love." She purred. There was nothing she wanted more than to see Nirvana squirm. The witch had tried to play nice, be a good ally and even a friend, but no. She chuckled, giving Selven a knowing look. "Fine, I agree to your terms, all I demand is that anything that involves my family be brought to me before the final verdict. After all they are mine and I do not like to share what belongs to me, something we share in common, so you'll understand, hopefully." She mused. "But know this, Bone Collector, once we are done, Cocytus will separate from you. Depending on how well this all goes, perhaps we can stay allies and good friends, after all the saying does go keep your friends close and your enemies on a leash.." She chuckled and stood right before the stag. "So, what comes first in your dastardly plan?