thread the needle; open/fallen

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

[smear:1d7373]MALEFICENT[/smear:d6d4ba:1]
'The Mistress of All Evil'

Darkness surrounded the equus that stood at the edge of the pit, sea green orbs staring into the blackness, unseeing. The mistress could not see anything in the dark room, the room reserved for prisoners, and yet here she stood, looking down into the pit. Any that may come across her and actually notice her bodice there, would think she was contemplating suicide. But no, the seventeen point three hand mare was not one to kill herself, oh no. What ran through her mind was a mystery to all that lived and breathed around her. To her, the pure blackness only reminded her of her Mother. The Queen of Cocytus. A smile spread across the duo toned kissers at the thought of the brindled mare. The tobiano mare wondered just how it would sound if she pushed the brindled bitch off into the pit; would she hit bottom or go on forever? It never hurt to know..but she was getting no where closer to killing her Mother by standing here, looking into nothing.

Maleficent snorted and whipped her long tail against the floor, the sound cracked and echoed through the caverns as the powerful blades on the end of her tail cracked stone. She walked daintily through the darkness, finding her way marvelously. When she had first been taken here by her Little Beastie, she had made it mandatory that she know every inch of this land, she could walk the whole land with her eyes closed and never bump into anything. Soon she was in the lighted areas of the caves and she blinked a few times as her eyes got used to the change in lighting. Maleficent scented the air around her, Selven's scent was everywhere and the scent alone made her warm and brought a devilish grin to her facade; one to rival that of her mother's. Her horns glistened as the sun hit them in various intervals as she walked through the corridors. In reality her new home was not much different than the one she grew up in; minus the temperature and weather. She huffed slightly as the heat was absolutely aggravating. She must have looked unattractive when she had made this place her home at first, with all the shedding she did. But now, she was clean of hair and her pelt shimmered beautifully.

She rounded the bend, coming across the one thing she was not allowed to touch. Tortured Memory's bones. She glanced around, knowing Selven could very well be hiding within the shadows. While she very much enjoyed his attentions, he could be very..intimidating at times. She would never let him know that though, and her natural born ability of putting on a convincing facade was a great aid to her when she was in his presence. Her orbs fell back on the pile of bones and she drew closer, her long whipcord swaying lazily behind her as she lowered her skull to get a better look at the old bones. She wondered what this mare had been to Selven and how special one had to be to him for their bones to be kept. Something within her whispered that she wanted to be that special but the ambitious bit of her squashed it; she had more things to do, important things, than be obsessed over. She rose her skull and narrowed her eyes slightly, and snorting before she turned away to find her way back to the surface.

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[fallen]

"Speaking, yo."

Today was no different for the painted mongrel. HE lazed about his wondrous land, and its desolation. ITs dark grey and blue hues and rough dirt. His dear black lake shimmered slightly as it swallowed the light that broke its dangerous surface. HE smiled at it from a distance, how that glorious black water reminded him of his birdy. OF her odd pelt and deformities. She was not as beautiful as Boethiah. No, Thiah was a traditional beauty, pure white as porcelain. Plain. Where as Maleficent... oh his dear Maleficent... she was other worldly. She was the poison apple. The sweet thorn that tickled his lips and dropped cherry juices in his bod. The thought of her made his flesh crawl in the most wonderful of ways. He had watched his young bird molt and shed when she had first arrived. AS he did as well. his pelt thinning out perfectly to shine and show off his muscular body. He often paraded for his young lover, displaying his brute strength but wooing and serenading her as gently as he did cruelly.

It was in that moment that he wanted to see his darling Bird. He moved around, then his large body moving beneath the surface. His large plates surprisingly light and quiet for his size. HE could smell the sweet tang of his odd love, and to his annoyance he smelt little of thiah. Although Maleficent was one truly worthy of his violent affection, Thiah still belonged to him. She was still the closest thing he had to his Memory and he would never let her go. The beast growled on the inside, pushing the thought of his deceased Bone Queen aside. Now was not the time to fall back.

He continued on his way, following the fresh tang of Mal in the darkness. His little bird had learned his land well and he was quite proud. Their late games of tag were no longer one sided. Icey orbs soon found a silhouette, and his jaws clenched. HE slipped deeper ito a dark corner watching Maleficent. Waiting to see how far her curiosity would go. His muscles tensed, his slightly feathered hoof taking a slow deliberate step forward as her nose inched closer. His jaws clenched and just as he was about to snap she pulled her head back. The monster eased then.. today wouldn't be the day that he would have to skin his birdy. Thankfully. When she snorted was when selven moved along the dark wall, his head snaking forward as he cut right in front of her. A charming smile on his face. "My little bird, did you get lost trying to find me?" He teased, the tone of his voice hinting that he could have saw her curious act. He chuckled, and rubbed his face along hers, before sliding his whole body against her. IT had been to long since he had placed his scent in her skin, and to long since he had properly touched her. He nibbled on her rump before turning back to face her. She was the same height as himself and as he looked at her he spoke, "Come to the surface, I wish to look at you more." Selven nudged her shoulder then, his teeth gently pinching her fine coat.

Words:
Tagged: Maleficent
Muse: 3/10
Notes: Selvens a creeper

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[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

[smear:1d7373]MALEFICENT[/smear:d6d4ba:1]
'The Mistress of All Evil'

As she turned, she heard his hooves and then he was standing before her. Her body tensed and she resisted the urge to scream out in fright at his sudden appearance. Her hooves shuffled to stop herself from running smack into him, barely keeping their balance before she whipped her tail around and the blades dug into the ground, acting as an anchor for her. She steadied herself as Selven spoke, her seafoam eyes focusing on his electric blue ones. Duo-toned lips pulled into a dazzling smile; "This birdy is never lost." She mused, she had never been one to be normal, and even the way she spoke was weird. But she did it on purpose at first, but now it was habit.

Her body lit up as soon as his voice had hit her auds, her sly grin never leaving her face. A slight purr came from her as he rubbed against her. She hadn't been touched by him in a long while, she knew of his other mare. Boethiah. It seemed there was something special about that mare that drew him to her, something deep. But Mal would not dwell on it; she was not the type to get jealous. Oh no. She enjoyed what she did get from Selven, and she would not demand more. Her long tail curled gently, the blades scraping across his spine. A soft chuckle escaped her when he nibbled at her rump and she gave a playful buck, her flank bumping into him. Mal had never been one against touch, but she would be lying if she said she didn't crave Selven's attentions. Before she had never thought much of him, but upon meeting him she realized she could use him. Her own personal tool for her self given mission. But now he was more than a tool. His voice brushed over her again and she nipped his cheek before trotting towards the exit. She would never be his Queen, she knew that. But she had no problem with being his Mistress. She was only tied to him, and that did not stop her from her original goal. She broke the surface and turned to look behind her, her rump still towards the stallion. It was winter now, the breeze cool but not freezing. But she was used to the coolness of winter. It did not bother her one bit.

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