We never go where I want to go (Wicca)

[愛 S I D D E H 愛]

[smear:a7c0d6]C A D E N[/smear:233849]

[smear:a7c0d6]I'm done with systems, I'm done with reasons
I'm done with questions, Done with bleeding[/smear:233849]

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Spurred by the paternal feelings that had been stirred up within him by Leviathan, Caden found himself within Cocytus's borders seeking his son. He knew well of Witchcrypt, and his son's friendship with her. Sentiment seemed borderline obsessed with her when he still lived with his father. Musing around the lands, he'd discovered where she lived, and ultimately where his son had gone to live on his own. Sentiment had just entered that awkward, ruffly yearling stage. Though he was well over a year by now. Caden couldn't get past that he had grown up already. He wasn't needed to protect Sentiment, but he would.

The usually cruel beast seemed uneasy being here. He knew he hadn't asked permission to enter, but he assumed the lead would understand his trespassing when he explained his reason. The temperature here however was comfortable. It reminded him of home. It was like seeing your favorite friend, comfortably. The type that you could leave alone for years, and nothing would have changed. Caden heaved a faint sigh, staring at the barren ground as he walked. Even though it was summer, it felt as if winter still kissed these lands. He had to admit, Sentiment had found quite the desirable place to live at least.  Part of him also wondered what this Witchcrypt was like, or as Sentiment called her 'Wicca.' 

The hulking hessian advanced further through the land. Growing more, and more uneasy as he progressed through the land. It perturbed him so much that he stopped any movement. The feeling of eyes were upon him, and for the first time in years, he felt as if there were something he should desire to defend himself against. One never forgot the gaze of a predator.




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[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 snapped her dentals at the little beast before her. It was a badger and it was pissed. She had heard that pissing a badger off was not something anyone wanted to do, but at this moment she didn't give a damn. A growl rose in her throat as she squared off with the striped beast. He growled and scurried across the frozen land, looking to take a chunk out of the brindled bitch. The Cocytus Queen neighed, throwing her skull back as she back pedalled not exactly wanting the creature's teeth in her skin. While the pain would not bother her, she was trying to avoid it as much as possible, she was starting to take after Crimson Sentiment and of course The Meta had a lot to do with this. There were many painful things in their..relationship, and she had quickly learned how to enjoy them, which was something she had never intended or counted on. Ever since Crimson Sentiment had come to her lands for the second time, he had become a member and not just any member. He was next in line for the throne. Her son, Satanael, was not happy about this, she had told him that if he were worthy, when her time was over, he could challenge Sentiment for the throne. She had hoped Satanael would go for his Father's place. She was younger than Meta, so the chances of him dying first were slightly higher, but Witchcrypt was no fool. She knew she could be killed at any time and she hoped Meta's training payed off..soon. Her crimson irises focused back on the badger just as he bit into her pastern. The bitch let out an unholy screech and her dentals flashed, the white of the land flashing on her stained dentals. Her long black nape lashed out viciously like that of a viper and the bastard was latched in her jaws. She felt the sharp dentals dig into his nape, she squeezed harder and harder, as the badger clawed at her face and neck. It's back legs ripped at the still healing bite on her neck from Serpentine. Vermilion orbs glowed faintly in the dankness of Cocytus as she narrowed her lids and then thrashed her skull side to side, feeling a satisfying snap as the little bastard's neck snapped in two. A satisfied rumble moved through her chest in satisfaction, her bad mood was lifted slightly as the animal's blood seeped down her jugular and she purred in ecstasy. Her jaws opened and the lifeless body flopped onto the ground. It made quite the sound and the feline's lips curled slightly in a grin. Zazu peered up from her thick mane, disoriented from her head shaking. He gave her a disgruntled sound and she simply snorted at him. 'Mother, what have you killed now?' Her black harks swivelled to pin-point the voice. It wasn't The Bride, she was no where to be seen, it wasn't Mephala, she had disappeared as well and it wasn't Maleficent, the little bitch had wandered off with Selven, to live in his lands. That only left her two sons. She narrowed her eyes, a bit perturbed that Meta had let one of them out of his sights. She found the pale body of Satanael instantly. He was still young, not even a year old yet. She flicked her auds forward at the arrival of her youngest child, by a few minutes. She pinned her auds as an odd feeling over came her. She had nearly died giving birth to these twins; something in the back of her mind told her she should have known the size difference between her and Meta would have done quite some things to her body, but the poison of this land had tainted these twins and they had been abnormally sized. Cyclone was already huge but he wasn't even a year yet. As was Satanael, though he was a tad smaller. He walked up to his mother, the growing horns on his face were quite the image in their growing state, though she was sure once he matured, they would be magnificent; the same for his tail, it looked a bit awkward right now but he would grow into it. She snorted as he stopped before her and looked at the dead badger. Witchcrypt looked up at the sun, it was midday. [smear:24415E]"As much as I enjoy seeing you, son, why are you not with your Father? You know the arrangement, you live with him to further your training and you only come see me when I request or some escorts you after training."[/smear:8B5F65:1] She said in her feminine voice, there was a slight growl to her voice, though it was obviously a unique sound. The pale colt lowered his skull, clearly not expecting this reaction from his mother. The brindled bitch sighed and pressed her muzzle to his crest. Satanael and his twin, Cyclone, were her only boys. It was very possible they were going to be her only sons. She treasured them. She gave him a small smile, one she reserved for her little growing family. The coltine smiled back, halfheartedly but his attention went from his brindled mother, to something else entirely. The wind was blowing towards them, only slightly, not even enough to pick up their manes, but Satanael had picked up on the scent before she had. She didn't really enjoy that fact, she took it as a sign of getting old. She whipped her skull around just as the beast came into view. He was a bit taller than she was and his color reminded her of Dietrich minus the reverse brindles. She knew instantly who this was. Caden, Dark Judge of the Outlands and Father to Crimson Sentiment. She flicked her tail to tell Satanael to stay put and she moved forward, her hooves crushing the badger's dead body. She became instantly protective. The judges almost never left the Outlands unless they were on a mission. She trotted up to the beast and snorted, tossing her skull to move her long forelock out of her way. Zazu snuck deeper into her mane as she came to a halt, holding her body straight and stiff, glowing orbs focusing on the dark male. [smear:24415E]"What brings a judge to trespass on my lands?"[/smear:8B5F65:1]

[愛 S I D D E H 愛]

[smear:a7c0d6]C A D E N[/smear:233849]

[smear:a7c0d6]I'm done with systems, I'm done with reasons
I'm done with questions, Done with bleeding[/smear:233849]

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Snarls of some smaller animal caught his attention. Caden approached with interest, just in time to see Witchcrypt finishing off an angry badger. Had he a brow, it would have quirked. The beast was uncertain as to why she'd want to bother messing with such an ornery creature, but he remained quiet. Listening carefully as her son spoke to her. Something about knowing she had children made him a bit disturbed that Sentiment would hang around her. It made him wonder how old she really was. Caden suppressed the urge to begin interrogation. The son however noticed him first, and Caden matched the curious gaze with his cool one.

His auds piqued as she questioned him, a certain apprehension spoke to him in her frame. She was no lithe, weak femme. She was stocky, and was almost as peculiar in colour as he. The brute offered a very smug half smile to cross his features. He seemed almost arrogant, despite already being addressed with a great deal of respect. "I've heard that my son now lives in these lands with you, does he not? You are Witchcrypt, the daughter of an alleged devil, correct? Truth be told, I don't know why you'd bother messing with one of those creatures.... They're dreadfully ornery.... Is Sentiment around?"

Caden's lyrics fell in deep tones. His voice was much deeper than Sentiment's voice. Then again, Caden was also a bit more impressively built than his son. Then again, he was mostly draft, and Sentiment was but half. His cold blue eyes met Wicca's without so much as flinching. His stoic nature did not fade, although part of him seemed very guarded. As if he half expected her to try and chase him away. In his homeland, so called 'trespassers' were welcomed, and encouraged. Caden found himself mildly offended by the comment. "I will absolutely never get used to how the likes of your herds work around here. In my homeland guests are welcomed, and encouraged. I take offense to being called a trespasser, especially with my flesh in blood residing here." Caden's voice seemed to grow a bit deeper, and he seemed as if he were agitated. His face showed no registry of emotion, aside from the venomous tone in his voice. As if heeding her a warning. He'd all but ignored her son for now.




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[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 looked the stallion over, she knew he was older than she was but age had never bothered her, it was all in the personality. If he was a judge, that meant he probably did not have a one-sided opinion and was rather open minded. Open-mindedness was something that was needed in the land of RLTW, even though Witchcrypt wasn't exactly an open-minded book herself. Her crimson oculars took in the half smug smile and her nares flared as she whipped her tag against her scarred flanks. Blood slowly oozed from some of the scratches on her face and her still healing wound had opened up a little but it did not bother her. The brute spoke in quick words and for a moment Wicca's head spun but she did not let it show on her face. Her mind scanned over his words again until she had a good answer. All of that must have come from being a judge. She snorted, [smear:24415E]"Yes, I am Witchcrypt, last daughter of Lucifer. If you are truly the Father of Sentiment, I would love to know why he wanted to live with me and not his own sire. As for the badger, he got too close to my home, he made his own death wish."[/smear:8B5F65:1] Her lyrics were very feminine but had a unique growl to them, it was not deep and guttural but almost soft and rough at the same time. Her soot colored harks took in Caden's voice and she grinned, ever since she had met The Meta, she had realized she had a thing for deep voices, but even though Caden's voice was deliciously deep, it did not match Meta's, no one's did. She met his eyes evenly. He was the Dark judge if that was what he was still called, so she was a bit more comfortable with him coming to her land, rather than any other judge. She grinned at his words of guests and trespassers; her frame relaxing somewhat. [smear:24415E]"Out here, away from the haven that is the Outlands, everyone wants to kill each other. Even those in the same allegiance. A guest could very well be a murderer."[/smear:8B5F65:1] She hissed as she stepped slightly closer. Her vermilion orbs watching him intently. Satanael watched them from his position of where he was told to stay but as Wicca moved closer, so did he. [smear:24415E]"Judge Caden, please, don't get your tail in a knot over something so simple. To answer your question from earlier, yes, Senti is here. If he wants to see you, he will. Satanael, dear, go and find Sentiment for me."[/smear:8B5F65:1] Satanael gave her a rude look before disappearing into the catacombs.

[愛 S I D D E H 愛]

[smear:a7c0d6]C A D E N[/smear:233849]

[smear:a7c0d6]I'm done with systems, I'm done with reasons
I'm done with questions, Done with bleeding[/smear:233849]

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A snort erupted from the towering stag. His deep laughter broke the air as she spoke surely of the poor bastard creature. Caden's teeth bore faintly in amusement, as his laughter finally subsided. His lips coming together very neatly, as all emotion faded from his face. It was literally like day turning to night. "Made his own death wish.... I'm going to assume you fancy that sort of punishment..." Caden nearly sneered out of habit, but kept himself in check. His cruel side had been buried for some time, and he wasn't about to let that change just yet. He eyed her scarred pelt, and crimson orbs as she shifted her weight. Her lips moved fluidly, as if she had rehearsed these words all her life. Caden's blue eyes narrowed faintly, clearing his throat as she finished her utterance. "What rules you have in his kingdom are NO concern of mine. I will continue to do as I wish, but I know that I can handle the consequences of my actions. Something a lot of those in Imperium seem to fail to realize. Bite off more than they can chew, so to speak. I'm a trained killer of course... You're aware of who I am, there's no reason for you to treat me with such mannerisms. I care not who you bear the lineage of... The only thing I care about is that Sentiment is happy, and healthy. What choices he's made is also deserves no judgement from you. I gave him a choice, I am not going to guide his entire life for him. That's absurd. I'd watch you tongue in my presence when speaking of MY family."

Caden's voice was sharp, though there was no emotion behind it. There was a warning lurking beneath his lyrics though. Caden disdainfully glanced at her once more. Sentiment sure had a peculiar taste in friends. She seemed almost as potentially dangerous as he was. Caden imagined he could crush her with some struggle if he needed to. Alas, that wasn't what he came here for. He did not come to make an enemy of his son's new home. Or any member of his current Kingdom for that matter. "It seems you're unaware of our relationship. I didn't come here to leave a sour taste in your mouth. My son is an adult... Do not ever misunderstand that I care for my family far more than the life of any 'friend' they have." Caden uttered once more. Glancing in the direction that her own son slithered off to. A familiar set of eyes found him shortly. Sentiment came quickly from the belly of the land. Caden's face grew smoother just upon the sight of flesh and blood.

Sentiment's gait was easy, confident as he approached Wicca. Eyeing his father with a curious smile upon his lips. "You called me out here just to see this old man? I hope he hasn't run away with his mouth on you... He doesn't intend to offend... Right father?" Sentiment sneered a bit, reminding his father of his own youth. Caden merely chuckled with his deep tones at his son. It was a wonder that they spoke so cruelly, and still somehow had a rather close bond. "I'm hardly old. Outrageous, disrespectful... maybe... You have an interesting taste in friends. You're well." His words spilled carefully from his tainted lips. Sentiment nodded slightly before glancing to Wicca. He approached her in a feline manner, brushing himself against her with a very coy smile. "Of course I am... Wicca is by far my other half... She's perfect, cruel, and intelligent... I'd say we make a pretty amazing team here.. Right Wicca? You're not bothered are you? I can drag him off for you." 

Caden merely snorted, rolling his eyes slightly. His rump came into contact with the ground, a smug look of annoyance upon his features as he 'sat' down. "I'm not going anywhere. You're both stuck with me for a bit." Caden's lighter side began to show in his son's presence. Not many equines had seen this side of the judge. The brute was known for his cruel demeanor, not silly antics. 




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[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. Vibrant orbs watched the smile break across the facials of the brute and she couldn't help but let a grin spread across hers as well. Her sharp dentals barely showing with the wicked grin upon her facials; there was something about a usually cruel individual smiling that excited the mare. She however, could not bring herself to laugh. She had never been one to laugh, a chuckle here and there, but never a full on laugh. Don't get her wrong, she found many things funny in her life. Especially death and the pain of others. Life was literally quite hilarious to the bitch. And by this token, many mistook her for weak and blind; naive. She was far from it. Her sire had taught her well and she learned quickly from her mistakes. And she would not make the same mistakes again. Her grin stayed in place even as the stallion's faded and his words spread across the expanse between them, hitting her auds. A soft chuckle escaped her larynx and she stepped closer. [smear:24415E]"You haven't the slightest idea."[/smear:8B5F65:1] Her voice ground out, flaring her nares as he sneered. A childish part of her came out then and she sneered back, mirroring him before giving a soft chuckle. Sadly, to her slight dispair, the conversation fish-tailed and she took on a new aura when he narrowed his eyes. With each utterance from his maw, the more she tensed, her slender bodice becoming more tense with each passing second. [smear:24415E]"Such disrespect..and from a judge no less. You may have power where you live, Judge Caden, but you are on my land. I do not give a flying fuck about the rules of your lands. If you come here to see your son, I expect to hear and see respect coming from you. I can simply cast you from my lands."[/smear:8B5F65:1] She sneered viciously, snorting harshly. [smear:24415E]"Any judgements he receives he knew he was subject to. While we are a family here, judgement has to be passed, no matter whom you are. As for 'watching my tongue', I will say the same for you Judge Caden before I cut yours out and wear it around my neck."[/smear:8B5F65:1] Her vocals cracked like a whip, her bloody gaze fixated on the bastard. If she hadn't been irritable before, she sure as hell was now. Zazu stood upon her poll, trying to make himself look bigger than he actually was, he could feel his mistress's stress levels and it was stressing him out. While Witchcrypt had always enjoyed a good squabble, now a days she could not afford to fight. She was the lead of her sire's land and had promised him and The Empress that she would hold it to its former glory. On top of that she was the mother of eight children. She did not need to lose her head anymore; that was something she had learned the hard way. The bitch was nearly hyperventalating as she attempted to calm herself; Caden's voice breaking through the veil of her aura. Wicca straightened herself and let her auds twitch as he spoke. A scoff escaped her [smear:24415E]"And what, per say, is this 'relationship' you speak of, dearest Caden?"[/smear:8B5F65:1] The vix hissed, she could be quite testy when irritated and she would hold nothing back with the Dark Judge; she however did not comment on the rest of what else he muttered. Her glowing orbs did not leave him, even has his blue ones strayed from her to focus on something behind her. The bitch didn't need to look behind her, didn't have to scent the air, didn't have to hear him speak. She knew by just being in his presence that Sentiment had appeared behind her. She pinned her auds back as he spoke, her body eased as he drew closer to her, his words soothing her nerves. After a beat, her crimson gaze fell to the little beast with a fond smile upon her kissers. Her dear Senti. How she treasured him. He had held her interest from day one of meeting each other and he would forever be hers. The voice of his father was heard but the words held no meaning as she focused on the incubus eyes. She did not tense up when he moved towards her, his slightly shorter stature brushing almost suggestively against her own bod; the bitch let out a lecherous purr and nipped the coltine playfull on his nape; a reward. A soft chuckle escape her lips when he looked up at her. [smear:24415E]"You make a gal blush, Senti."[/smear:8B5F65:1] She said affectionately and bumped him wit her flank. [smear:24415E]"Mmm, partners in crime, doll. As for your dear old dad, he can stay, if he shows some manners."[/smear:8B5F65:1] Her vocals purred and her orbs turned back to the colt's sire, giving him a slight grin. She was ready to rub his son's affection in the brute's face, ready to cast him out. What she wasn't ready for was the stallion's actions. She stared at him bewildered for a long second before she burst into true laughter. It lit up her face and made it seem less dark and menacing. Her sharp dentals on full display. After a moment of gut-wrenching laughter, she pulled herself together and mimicked his actions, planting her ass on the ground. A wry grin on her lips.