Devil's Angel in a PARTY dress; nirvana

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

Witchcrypt
you call me a bitch like its a bad thing,
you call me a freak, like that means something.

"I don't care how 'bullshity' this is, you are coming with me and you're gonna fucking deal, got it?" The feminine vocals ground out, looking over at the small black stallion known as Abyss. He only stood at fourteen point one hands and was a midget compared to the seventeen hand mare. He had never been a social bug and that was exactly why Witchcrypt was dragging him along behind her. To meet with Nirvana. Why the Queen of Coctyus thought of meeting Nirvana one on one, was beyond her, but she felt it was her duty to do so. Nirvana was her Queen and in a way, that made them family. Family always came first. The brindled kingpin moved silently through the terrain, much different from Cocytus. It had more greenery and was a lot warmer and livelier. There were only remnants of snow left here, the ground thawing out but still a bit hard for anything other than walking across it. Birds tweeted and chirped above the duo's craniums, the scents of Spring were floating in the air, tickling the nares of the winter beasts.

Witchcrypt had never been one for Spring and by the looks of the sneezing, bleary eyed black stallion behind her, neither was he. Abyss stood to her left flank, a place she wasn't too comfortable with others being, especially stallions, but she had nothing to worry about from Abyss. He was too aloof and laid back to try anything like getting fresh with his Queen. Plus, she highly doubted he could reach. Her pitch lips curled into a grin at that. It would be amusing to see him try, just to have his balls crushed by one swift kick. It would be an amusing sight but she was sure Damask would not be too happy with her for castrating her brother. She did not want to cross the small chestnut, despite her higher ranking, she was still the mother figure to the brindled bitch and to Wicca that was the equivalent of betraying her family's trust. And there would be none of that.

Bright red oculars danced across the terrain and landed on the incline into Obascus. Abyss mumbled about random things, earning a smack in the face from Wicca's long, thick, grey tail and the brute gave her an incredulous look. Valhalla, his fox huffed along ahead of them, trotting to the entrance. 'Okay, sassy pants.' The brindled mare snorted, moving after the little fox. Her own companion, Zazu, stood, clinging to the thick hairs of her rump, his bug eyes staring at Abyss. Abyss looked over at the rodent and snorted at him, trying to knock him off the Queen's rump, which earned a kick from the brindled hessian. Witchcrypt stared back at the brute, giving him a warning glance, she wasn't much on breeding, even though she had four daughters, she was very touchy about being beneath a stallion. 'Jeez, chill, I mean yeah, you're pretty nice on the eyeballs, but you think I'd touch what Charon touched? Pfft..' This earned him a swift kick to the head, not hard enough to harm him, but enough to hurt. 'OW!' He grumbled and glared at the bitch as she descended the incline.

Satisfaction radiated off the mare, that kick to the bastard's face had been very refreshing. She slid down to the bottom, cursing as her long tail tangled around her back leg, shaking to undo the tangle, earning a laugh from Abyss. She glared at him as he finally moved forward to aid her. After a bit of struggling, the duo managed to untangle her grey tail from her pitch colored limbs. 'Let us never speak of this again.' She ground out and Abyss gave a knowing look to the mare, 'Of course..' Giving the brute one last look, Wicca let out her unholy screech, calling upon the Queen of Imperium.

♕BEFERA

[♕BEFERA]

Things had been getting a bit quieter in Nirvana's life, aside from Styx and his constant troublemaking. The colt, growing faster and faster by the day it seemed, was romping around near the river with a few other foals that dwelled within the ravine's bowl with their parents. He had turned out to exhibit some traits that were very different from how Nirvana remembered herself as a young filly. Styx seemed to care about having the companionship of others, whereas Nirvana always wanted the throne, nothing more. Atticus, growing lazy in his old age, had spent the day resting on the same branch of a nearby tree, his feathers ruffling every once in a while due to a pest or another small bird coming near him. Nirvana had stayed in Obascus for a while now, and had barely left the land in what felt like ages. She needed to get out, go somewhere. She didn't want to become the kind of ruler that sat lazily upon her throne all day, and Atticus's unwillingness to follow his Queen everywhere around the land was an indicator that he knew she wouldn't be straying far. The Empress looked upon her ivory bird and snorted, squinting her violet eyes, watching him sit there. Atticus had to keep moving, keep flying. She had never seen him this sedentary before. It worried her. Now that spring had arrived, the wolves had seemed to retreat back to their original hunting grounds far from Obascus. The brindled witch hadn't heard their howls in the night for a while, and this eased her concerns a bit. She had been wary of leaving the ravine due to those beasts, fearing that if she were to go, they would move in and attack during her absence. She was glad that the winter had finally ended. Suddenly, a piercing cry echoed over the ravine, so loud and abrupt that even Styx stopped his playing for a moment and looked to where the sound came from. Nirvana looked to him, and he understood that he should let his mother handle it. The Queen didn't recognize the call at first, but knew it was a mare. It wasn't Lashiel, but someone else. Turning her gaze to Atticus again, Nirvana let out a short but angry, violent whinny, which woke the bird instantly. He almost apologetically bowed his feathered body to his mistress and took flight, circling her until she was ready to lead the way. The Empress half-reared and galloped with a fury about her to the borders, masking her worry about Atticus's remaining lifespan with frustration. As the orange demoness neared the borders, she saw an odd-looking trio. A mare and foal perhaps? No, that was no foal. As she got closer still, she determined it was just a very short brute. A fox traveled with them, but Nirvana ignored it. After dealing with Lucifer's big cat, no companion scared her. The Empress slowed, and the familiar brindles of Lucifer's prized daughter, Witchcrypt, came into proper view. Nirvana had only seen this mare a few times, mostly at meetings. She had heard through the grapevine that she had been given the land of Cocytus, a place Nirvana learned of not long after she first arrived in the realm. Wicca was just a young thing when Nirvana had taken the throne, and she remembered the grey wench's accolades and words of congratulations, despite her father's loss. This was hopefully a mare she could trust, as their two territories had been in close alliance for generations now. Nirvana halted several feet from the trio and Atticus descended to perch in his usual spot on nirvana's back, awaiting the discussion that would unfold between his mistress and these visitors. His coral voids eyed the fox curiously as Nirvana began to speak. "Witchcrypt, right? Congratulations on your rule of Cocytus. I imagine it's an honor to take control of such a formidable territory." The brindled witch decided to start off kind with this one, as keeping Cocytus close was something Nirvana intended to do as long as she had any authority in these lands. "I see you've brought some companions. Why, may I ask, have you come here?" Nirvana was always fairly blunt when it came to wanting to know why someone had entered her lands, and she had run up to these borders to greet guests for what seemed like years now. It was years, wasn't it? The Queen had lost track of time. words: 745 tagged: Witchcrypt muse: p gooooood

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

I am strong, love is evil, It's a version of perversion that is only for the lucky people. [smear:8B5F65]W i t c h c r y p t[/smear:C5A3A7:3] Take your time, and do with me what you will. I won't mind, you know I'm ill, you know I'm ill, So hit me like a man, and love me like a woman. Witchcrypt glared at Abyss as he gave her an innocent look. She knew the beast was up to something in that head of is. She flickered her tail and turned back to watch and wait for Nirvana to reveal herself. The Empress had ruled for quite a few years now, Wicca remembered she was very young when Nirvana and her sire, Lucifer had fought for the thrown, the orange missus ultimately winning the fight. Wicca had never been pleased with this outcome, but she knew that no amount of arguing could undo what had been done. But the brindled Queen had proven herself, she had taken the Light Kingdom down and re-wrote the Dark Alliance. At first, Witchcrypt had not been happy with this. The mare was Dark, through and through, but she accepted the change, the ideals growing on her, though she would forever hold onto her darkness. There would be no changing that in her. ' So have you had any luck with The Meta?' Wicca glared at the black stallion, who gave her a cool stare back. 'Just asking, 'cause if it doesn't work out, you should hit Dietrich up..or at least someone that was once a Dark.' The distaste for the Meta was clear in his vocals. Abyss was a passive aggressive brute, but he still did not like the fact his Queen was interacting with a former Unaligned. She rolled her eyes at his drive to see her with a Dark. All of the Darks just wanted one night stands, and sometimes even less than that. Witchcrypt would never admit it, but she was not exactly the committed type, but her controlling nature wanted the other in question to be committed to her. Though she was slowly beginning to think that with the Meta, that wasn't going to exactly happen. 'Why do you even want that brute to teach you combat skills? Your dad has taught you and would be glad to teach you more, and my brother would teach you as well.' He bantered on and Wicca's auds pressed into her thick forelock. [smear:24415E]"Abyss, it would be wise of you to keep quiet."[/smear:8B5F65:1] The bitch growled and he snorted, just as Nirvana's orange bodice creasted the horizon. Wicca straightened her stance and Abyss just stood there, his apathetic demeanor clearly showing through. Red visionaries watched as the mare neared them. She had always admired the violet eyed witch, but it wasn't for the mare's looks, oh no, Witchcrypt was a full on narcissist and she held herself above even Nirvana in the looks department. Her black kissers pulled into a grin, ever so slight and nearly hidden by the darkness of her face and nape, as well as the fact her mane was wavy and ridiculously long. She may not have the body that Nirvana had, in her mane and tail, but she certainly beat the mistress in length. Abyss seemed occupied with watching the bird, Atticus, but Witchcrypt's opts were souly on the Queen of Imperium. "Witchcrypt, right? Congratulations on your rule of Cocytus. I imagine it's an honor to take control of such a formidable territory." The Queen's vocals came to her and she dipped her head respectfully. Witchcrypt may be a former dark and have less than nice thoughts and ambitions, but she would be damned before she disrespected her superiors and distant family. "I see you've brought some companions. Why, may I ask, have you come here?" Witchcrypt pricked her auds forward and her nares flared, tag licking her scarred flanks. Witchcrypt studied her Queen hard. Taking in everything she could of the mare; signs of age, signs of fatigue, anxiety, pain, anger, sadness, anything. She knew that Nirvana had a son now. A very handsome son. He was much too young at the moment, but Wicca planned on keeping tabs on the boy. 'Yeah..why are we here?' Abyss chimed in and Wicca pinned her auds, giving him a hard glare that only made him shrug and look elsewhere. Wicca turned back to the Empress, smiling in only the way Wicca could. [smear:24415E]"Holding the crown to my Sire's land is a very important and honorable thing to me, Empress, I intend to keep it formidable and feared."[/smear:8B5F65:1] She mused, eyes flickering to Atticus as Zazu disappeared into her mane. She grinned at his antics and focused back on the brindled witch. [smear:24415E]"Can I not simply visit my Queen on a lazy day, such as this?"[/smear:8B5F65:1] She mused, [smear:24415E]"How is your son...Styx, is his name I believe?"[/smear:8B5F65:1] Abyss snorted a soft chuckle, earning the bitch's blood hued gaze upon him. He gave her a steady glance back; he had never cared for her retaliations for he knew she wouldn't do much to him, aside from a few smacks. He had really done nothing wrong, that wasn't Abyss. The Cocytus Queen turned away from the short stallion, [smear:24415E]"....This, is Abyss, son of Nightmare and Convict, brother to Damask and Obelisk.."[/smear:8B5F65:1] She ground out and Abyss bowed his head before bumping the brindled grey mare.

[♕BEFERA]

The Empress stood stoic, face calm, watching the brindled bitch before her, not caring much for the companions she had brought along. The ebon-hooded hellion dipped her skull toward her Queen, to which Nirvana gave a quick and slight nod in return. Suddenly, she felt a bit uneasy. Witchcrypt seemed to be looking her over very harshly, and the brindled Empress thrashed her whipcord, annoyed. The ankle-biter at the grey's heels chirped up a whiny inquiry, and Nirvana's violet occulars scanned his bodice momentarily, noting his unusual tail that dragged far behind him. Witchcrypt reprimanded him with a glare, and Nirvana half-jokingly assumed that under the ebon-hooded bitch's reign in Cocytus that regalities were allowed to keep midget pets. She nearly chuckled to herself at that thought as the brindled hellion spread her harlot's lips to reveal a harlot's smirk. She spoke, and Nirvana nodded. It was good that she planned to keep Cocytus at the level it was meant to stay. There was an almost offended tone that seemed to come off, but the Empress tried to ignore it. After all, this was Lucifer's daughter. She spoke again, and Nirvana visibly rolled her eyes. She had gotten this answer many-a-time from visitors who showed up just to chit-chat. She hated it. At the mention of Styx, the Empress's gaze narrowed, rage building. Witchcrypt was beginning to get a name for herself as the whore of Imperium, and Nirvana wasn't going to allow such a tainted, passed-around hunk of meat anywhere near her son. Before the Empress could speak, the greyed whore introduced her companion, letting loose the details of his lineage. Nirvana raised a brow at this. A son of Nightmare. This explained his demeanor, anyway. The brindled Queen exhaled sharply and looked to the red-eyed bitch. "Good. I assume that Lucifer's favorite daughter would be able to uphold his territory well." A forced smile appeared on the orange-bay's maw. She wanted this conversation to end soon. It was almost as if Witchcrypt had come here looking for a fight or some kind of verbal squabble. Nirvana wouldn't allow herself to be beaten in that realm, not by a mare like this. She was barely worthy. She paused for a moment, gathering her rage, and spoke again. "Styx is well, thank you. How are your children, Witchcrypt? My apologies, I can't seem to recall their names, as you've born so many lovely foals in your short life. What a proud mother you must be." The Empress grinned and thrashed her whipcord against her flanks, wondering how the grey witch would choose to respond. She went silent for a few moments then, allowing her smile to fade. She didn't address Abyss. "I suggest you state your business. If you have no business, leave. I don't care for visitors that don't have anything to say." Nirvana huffed a snort and stared Witchcrypt down, knowing she had probably just planted the seeds of rivalry and damned her alliance with Cocytus that she had held for years now, but she didn't care. words: 507 tagged: Wicca muse: awful i'm sorry this took forever

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

I am strong, love is evil, It's a version of perversion that is only for the lucky people. [smear:8B5F65]W i t c h c r y p t[/smear:C5A3A7:3] Take your time, and do with me what you will. I won't mind, you know I'm ill, you know I'm ill, So hit me like a man, and love me like a woman. Witchcrypt did not miss the less than subtle eye-roll; her own eyes staying where they were, as to not let on that she had seen the Queen's. In that moment, she noticed that this 'Queen' looked very much like a spoiled teenager, all that was missing was a high pitched voice and two lackies. Well she had one; Wicca's red orbs flitting to the aging bird on Nirvana's rump with a slight grin. Ah yes, what a pair they made. Zazu stayed hidden in her mane, peeking out to watch the two before his mistress; slightly afraid that the bird might try and eat him. Witchcrypt's attention was diverted from her little companion to the sharp exhale of the Queen, which raised a brow of the younger mare. Her soot colored harks flicked forward, taking in the orange missus's words. Witchcrypt watched the mare critically, looking for any signs that might show her exactly what the mare was feeling. She looked a little strained, but the grey mare couldn't be entirely sure. Wicca felt slightly offended; almost as if Nirvana had no want to speak to the leader of one of her alliances. This would not sit well with the red-eyed mistress. Nirvana's voice came again, before Wicca could open her lips and the words that poured out hit the nail on the head. If she wasn't offended before, she was now. Her black nares flared as she attempted to not bolt at the 'Queen' before her. Abyss looked as if he were about to bust a gasket, holding in his laugh. He gave Wicca a look and then looked an Nirvana before stepping to the side a bit. He had been there when Witchcrypt had nearly taken Serpentine's genitals, and he did not want to be close to the raging grey female. The rage roared and boiled in her system, her pelt quivered slightly from the urge to smack the old queen in the mouth. What a Queen she was, insulting her subjects. Witchcrypt was the leader of one of Nirvana's allied lands; and she had quite literally just been called a whore. This did not sit well with the mare at all. Before, she may have said something totally offensive back and not sugar coated.. What she would have said and wanted to say would definitely get her kicked from her allegiance and quite possibly have her life taken away. He grit her sharp dentals, her glowing eyes seemed to glow a bit more in her agitation. As she calmed herself; her blood tainted eyes taking in the smug smirk on the orange bitch's mouth; the bitch spoke again. After she finished; Witchcrypt's body went into a relaxed state; the agitation wiped from her face. Since being around The Meta; she had actually learned things from him. The one thing she was putting into play now: Don't let emotions be your driving force. She blinked once and exhaled softly. [smear:24415E]"I have done nothing to elicit such attitude, Empress. You wouldn't be abusing your status, would you?"[/smear:8B5F65:1] Her voice still had its gritty quality, but there was no malice or anything to assume she was trying to be rude. Witchcrypt was as blunt as they came. She did not sugar coat things she said. If she wanted to know she did not like you, she would tell them. Her vermilion opts stayed upon the purple irises of the Imperium Queen. [smear:24415E]"Cocytus is a family; and by extension, it's allies become apart of that family. We treat each other as family no matter the blood in our veins; we intend for our allies to do so as well. Family is the only thing that is forever, after all."[/smear:8B5F65:1] She spoke seriously and critically. Abyss stepped slightly closer to her; it was clear he agreed, he had been raised on that philosophy and had always stood by it; no matter what. Witchcrypt gave him a simple look and nod before turning back to Nirvana, her grey tail slipping against her flanks. In her books, Nirvana was not acting like a family member. Sure, family joked and got mad at each other; but Witchcrypt refused to be insulted by her Queen. She did not care about her status; that was unacceptable; even from family members. She was not a whore. [smear:24415E]"If you cannot handle simple conversation or chit-chat; which is one of the many things that bring family together, then what are you, Nirvana?"[/smear:8B5F65:1] She narrowed her eyes slightly; not even bothering to educate this mare in the names of her children. She sincerely hoped the child would not become what Nirvana wanted. Witchcrypt instantly felt that the alliance between the two of them had weakened dangerously. If there was no respect coming from one side; then why the hell should the respectful side stay? She snorted and pinned her auds; [smear:24415E]"If you think I am asking about your son, because I have odd attraction to him, you are sorely wrong. If I wanted sticks, I'd go to the forest."[/smear:8B5F65:1] She nearly snapped; barely keeping the still boiling rage in at this point. She turned sharply and made her way back up the ravine. While the alliance was not exactly gone in her books, one more thing that offended her or a member of her family; and the alliance would be off in her books. She snorted, a sign for Abyss to get his short ass moving and she walked away. Abyss gave the orange queen one look and grinned. "Her kids are Witched, Mephala, The Bride, Maleficent, Satanael, Cyclone and The Risen, by the way." He stated and then his grin fell. "It's a real shame that you call someone who has been primarily raped through her life a whore. Some role model mom you are." He deadpanned and then made his way up the incline and didn't even look back as he followed his Queen.

[♕BEFERA]

It was obvious that the red-eyed hellion was offended and angered by Nirvana's quips. Many of Wicca's words fell by the wayside in Nirvana's mind, as she was irritated by the bitch's voice and appearance in general at this point. She hated idle chit-chat and always had. She loathed when someone would call for her at the borders of her lands, the royal lands, just to make small talk. To Nirvana, if there wasn't a reason other than saying, "Hello, how are you doing today?" then there was no reason to talk at all. She was extremely protective of her son, and the mention of his name from a harlot like Witchcrypt made her blood boil. She had imagined the black-hooded hellion attempting to seduce the Grand Prince, and the fire within her head grew hotter, more full of rage. The brindled Empress's visage contorted into a ravenous scowl as Witchcrypt turned and began to walk away. Nirvana knew she had made a mistake, and part of her wanted to call out in apology as the rest of her held it back. Nirvana blatantly ignored the little shit that kept inserting his own commentary into the conversation, pretending he wasn't there at all. What an irritating little brat. Nirvana wanted to have him executed. Nirvana's only interest in apologizing to the grey witch fell into the same interest she had in keeping all of her kingdom's herds in compliance with her rule. She did not like Witchcrypt, nor did she care for her father, but sometimes things had to be done when ruling a kingdom. She felt hypocritical in a way, teaching Styx to always keep his friends close and his enemies closer, when she had essentially ordered the new lead of Cocytus out of her lands. The Empress exhaled deeply, her violet eyes forcing a veil of calm over her countenance. "Witchcrypt," the brindled Queen called out up the hillside. "I apologize. I despise idle chit-chat. Most who have met me are aware of this. I am also very protective of my firstborn son. He is to be Emperor someday, and I fear that he will succumb to many levels of temptation before he is able to take his true place. Again, please forgive me. My anger was unwarranted and rude." Though she hated to do it, she dipped her head low to the Cocytus lead in an effort to elicit her forgiveness. She needed to keep Cocytus in her circle. It was a powerhouse of the allegiance, and it was the first ally to Obascus. She couldn't lose it now. words: 430 tagged: Witchcrypt muse: ugh not so good. this thread is so stressful. xD

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

I am strong, love is evil, It's a version of perversion that is only for the lucky people. [smear:8B5F65]W i t c h c r y p t[/smear:C5A3A7:3] Take your time, and do with me what you will. I won't mind, you know I'm ill, you know I'm ill, So hit me like a man, and love me like a woman. Witchcrypt was a boiler room of emotion, her mind was racing with named and unnamed emotions. She had usually kept talk short with the Empress, and the day she had just wanted to get to know her Queen, she was shot down and fucking insulted. She was beyond pissed, not even the birth of her first child had pissed her off this bad. Hell, Charon didn't piss her off this bad. And she hated the motherfucker. If it were possible, everything around her would have melted from the heat of her anger. She wanted, no, she needed to get back to Cocytus before she did something she regretted. Her auds picked up on Abyss's hooves as he moved behind her, coming up on her flank as always. 'Ya know, you don't have to be friends with Nirvana. His surprisingly deep voice hit her auds and she gave him a harsh snort. She knew that. She had told herself multiple times before she had made the trip, but one thing always won over. Her strange and unsquashable want to be Nirvana's friend. Of course the Cocytus Queen had known about Nirvana's dislike for chit-chat, that was what had kept the gray missus from doing this meeting sooner. After she had worked up the courage, she had walked the distance only to be called a whore. Even though it angered her immensely, it hurt her feelings more than it angered her. She was a strong female, had never let her emotions get to her. She never let her hate for her mother shine through, she never let her irritation for her children show, at least for most of them. And she refused to let anyone know how she felt now. Of course Abyss and Nirvana knew, but she was determined to let it go when she got to the cool of Cocytus. However, that didn't seem like it was going to happen. The vocals of the Queen echoed over the hillside, and Witchcrypt kept moving, never stopping. She let all of the Empress's words come to her, but she only stopped when the orange hessian was done. Her soot harks pinned and disappeared into her mane for a long time, Zazu nibbling on her right hark in his own way of comforting her. Abyss stopped short, looking back behind them before he put his maroon eyes upon her, Valhalla standing at his forehooves. Every fibre of her being told her to turn away and never look back. Let the alliance fall in, she honestly did not care at this point. Something deep within wanted to see the Empress crumble. In a sick and selfish thought, she knew the Queen could not defeat Cocytus if their relationship fell out. Partly because of the lack of members on Nirvana's side and because Wicca was confident in the little Family she had in the Syndicate backing her. Abyss cleared his throat and Wicca sighed, closing her glowing eyes. She turned around, moving faster than she had been as she peaked over the hillside, just in time to see the low bow from Nirvana. A smirk twitched at her lips, almost unseeable due to her dark lips and facade. She felt an elation go through her bones. It was rather exciting to have the Queen of Imperium bow her cranium to her, but Witchcrypt knew it was a one time thing, so she wouldn't allow herself to get bogged down in it. [smear:24415E]"All is forgiven, Nirvana. Just remember, while he is your child, he is also his Father's child, but this also makes him his own being. You cannot control every aspect of his life."[/smear:8B5F65:1] In that one sentence, she tried to get across that being his Father's child, and Witchcrypt knew who is sire was but had never met him, but word got around. He wasn't exactly a God fearing, one lady only, solid rock. Temptation is what drove the stallion. She would be suprised if the colt didn't get at least something from his father. But then again, Wicca had only heard rumors of the beast. She gave the queen a steady look before she dipped her skull and turned away.