i am NOTHING, i am NO ONE, i am FREE. [s e l v e n]

[♕BEFERA]

The air was quiet, silent, cold. Winter was fading, and in the unfamiliar territory the Imperium Princess had wandered into, melting banks of snow still lingered near the jagged mountains. The red witchling, her magentine occulars flickering their gaze all about her, stayed out in the open. Fog from the Sanctuary was wafting over into the far-eastern areas of Armageddon, though Gehenna didn't know where she was or the names of these lands. Up until now, she had been held in Obascus, the walls of the ravine ever-trapping her, encasing her in a land she believed to be a cage. She decided one morning to simply leave. Part of her had no intention of going back, but she hadn't made up her mind just yet. It seemed that no one really cared where she went or what she did, and when she was noticed, it was only to compare her to her brothers. In reality, Gehenna's family loved her and wanted the best for her, but she wouldn't let herself believe it.

Atticus, her mother's raven, had watched her leave, and had fought himself on whether or not to follow her. He stayed, but he wasn't sure why. Maybe Gehenna needed to venture out on her own. Maybe it just wasn't his responsibility to wake the Empress, not for something that Styx had done so many times. Gehenna had looked back only once before she crossed over the borders of Obascus into the no-mans-land between it and Armageddon. She looked back and glared down at the small groves of trees and the creek that ran through the ravine. She glared down at the royal land where she was born and where she was expected to grow and flourish. She would not do what was expected. She would do what would get her to where she wanted. The wicked princess's inky tendrils blew behind her in the wind that came from the eastern sea, though Gehenna did not know it was out there. She had never been educated on the nearby lands or on anyplace outside of Obascus. That was for the Grand Prince's brain only, it seemed.

When she had walked for what felt like long enough, the crimson hellion came to a halt and gave a snort. She was still fairly small, having just turned one year old. She was still a child by the standards of most, though she didn't care to acknowledge that fact. She was leaner than her mother, and her banner and whipcord were straight, also unlike her mother. She had taken on many of her sire's attributes, and she was proud of that. Nirvana was nothing more than her dam to her, her dam who didn't care about her enough. The young princess didn't know that any other equine resided in this place, so she had no intention of calling out for any lead. At this point, her mind was focused on where to go from here. It seemed that this land went on for hundreds of miles, but she could see the mountains off to her left, so maybe that was a good direction to keep traveling. She turned her lithe bodice and began to move at a brisk trot, her ebon-tipped skull held low.

words // 540 tagged // selven ONLY muse // a bit rusty but it'll get better.

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[fallen]

"Speaking, yo."

--- The swagger to his step never seemed to dwindle and the grace to his rhythm never seemed to die. A satisfied smirk danced on his lips, his aging frame sitting well upon his thick bones. Armageddon reflexcted the spring sun on him like a cool gray cloak and it highlighted his thick muscle like a well groomed show pony. Maleficent loved it when he'd put on little shows for her, and hell, he loved it too! He began to prance again, a strange swaying beat dancing in his brain. HE chuckled, and slowed his dancing feet before he broke into song. His precious home was no more hilly than the flat and lifeless surface of Cocytus, save for the few dips and bumps in Armageddons soil. Where he stood he could see a light wall of fog drifting over from a land that was older than he could remember. HE watched the horizon for a moment, his fine harks pricked forward. For an old guy, Selven was well kept, physically speaking at least. His sight was well and he could spot things from some distance. So as he saw some tiny figure walkign along the fog his skull tilted a bit. A harsh snort left his nose, well whoever that was had very little home training. Selven grinned at that thought, he always did enjoying teaching these damn equines a little bit of class.

The odd colored equine kept moving, almost as if it owned Selvens land, or had no care. The beasts icy eyes narrowed then, and picked up his own pace. His large limbs eating up the gray hearth in an ground covering extended trot. His matted tendrils began their own song, clattering and chiming against one another, the thick strands of his banner swatting against his hocks as he moved. With his monochromed colors Selven had a tendency to blend into the backdrop as he moved, and he assumed that was what was happenign as the equine in his land stoped and turned. Selvens pace droped one speed, collecting himself beautifully. He was near enough to see the equines marks, and make out its color. It was a deep red, almst burgandy in his eyes with thick stripes... The painted bastard murmered to himself. The body looked oddly similar to Nirvana... almost too similar. At this realization Selven grinned wide, his thick head curling in toward his chest, his crest curving high and showing off the years of muscle he worked so hard on keeping in good shape. Selven debated on calling out to the equine but soon squashed the idea, he moved into a seemlessly effortless canter.. if you could call it that. It was a dance. One he had danced many times before.

He was skipping to the babe and now he could clearly make her out. His head swayed to and fro in a pattern. One, two, switch. One, two, switch. It matched his dance perfectly and as he evaluated the young looking equine his deep voice came out to play. "Aren't you a bit far from home, pretty Flower?" The thick accent slurred his words, and accentuated his flawless movements.

HE came to a halt before the bloody colored minx and she was a very pretty girl. He examined her carefully, his icy voids running along the curves of her young bod in a bit of a strange admiration. She held markings to akin to The empress, for her not to be realated. She held a similar build as well, but much finer. Selven took a step forward then, his slightly feathered hooves making a circle around the babes frame. HE had heard of a daughter from Nirvana, but he heard so littler he had trouble believing she actually had a girl. BUT, here that daughter was, and she was lovely. Selven tipped his skull to her, his circling stopped. "What is your name, little princess? it hasn't traveled to far across the lands, if you were hoping I knew." Selven's expression softened a tad, watching to see her reaction.

The princess had some kind of qualm with her mother, or she was truly ignorant to the lands she had so softly waltzed upon. Being the snake that he was, he would figure out which it was, and depending on her reaction.. decide to keep her for himself, or feed her to his Birdy.



Words: 727
Tagged: Gehenna/BEF
Muse: 5/10
Notes:I love Selven, and he's interested in Gehenna :)

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[♕BEFERA]

The brindled witchling saw a figure moving out of the corner of her eye, and she raised her head up to view it more clearly. A painted brute, about as tall as the red filly's mother, moved toward her in a dancing kind of way. It perturbed the young princess a bit to see a stallion moving this way, and she flattened her ebon-tipped auds and gave the stallion a glare as he spoke. She slowed to a halt and thrashed her whipcord against her flanks, keeping her guard up. She didn't know what the equine who resided outside of Obascus were like, and therefore, she decided not to take any chances. The hessian's voice was strange, and his thick accent was a sound unlike any Gehenna had ever heard. Pretty flower, huh? What an odd nickname. She ignored it for now.

The splashed stallion halted before her and began examining her with icy blue occulars, and Gehenna suddenly felt helpless, afraid even. She tried not to let it show, but she realized now that there was good reason for her mother to try to keep all of her children within the ravine of Obascus. There were fucked up things out here, things that the crimson filly might not be ready for. The stallion began to circle her, and Gehenna turned her skull in order to view him as he made his way around her small bodice. She would not take her eye off of him, wanting to make sure he didn't try anything funny. The filly's heart was pumping hard and she breathed heavily, ready to turn and run if needed. This was a strange stallion, and she had no way of predicting what he could do.

He stopped, and Gehenna relaxed a little as he spoke once more. Princess? So he knew of her? Gehenna's auds pricked up and a slightly confused look ran over her countenance. He didn't know her name, but he did know by looking at her that she was royalty. This pleased the young witch, and a twitch of a smile played at her lips as she took a prideful, more composed stance. She was indeed a princess, and she would hold herself as such. "Gehenna." She spoke her name, clearly proud of it, though sometimes she didn't feel so proud. She looked into the brute's azure voids, their cold, blue expanse matching the land around him. She wanted to know just what his story was, so she didn't hesitate to ask, though part of her was still fearful of him.

"And who are you?" It was almost painfully obvious that she was trying too hard to act like a strong, experienced adult. This was really her first conversation with an adult outside of her own family, and she wanted to make a good first impression, even if the duo-toned hessian she had encountered had ill intentions for their meeting. She didn't speak much to him just yet, as her voice was limited in its ability to create sentences that didn't sound like they were from the mouth of a simple child, or so she thought. The brindled princess waited patiently, letting her magentine voids gaze over the elaborate, flashy markings that the brute possessed. It was just then that she noticed what looked to be a bone or two tangled within the brute's mane. She didn't know what to make of this, and simply pretended that she didn't see it.

words // 574 tagged // Selven muse // good

^{by ♛befera}

[fallen]

"Speaking, yo."

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The young blood colored flower before him watched his movements around her. Her fine young frame turning so effortlessly to follow him. This made the bleached and ebony colored bronc smile boyishly. He heard how her breathing became heavier, giving away her true feelings that her poorly put on composure wished to exhibit. AS he slowed, so did the filly's breathing, and it made the stallion a little more curious. HE liked the look of uncertainty the twinkled behind her dark little pinkish eyes. The waves of emotions that crossed her as he acknowledged the "royal" blood she might carry. Her composure straightened, and she held her head a little higher. Selven chuckled lightly, and his thick dome tilted his icy pools boring into her again. AS more words followed he couldn't help the sweet and inviting smile that eased its way onto his duo toned lips. So young, so little experience..

He exhaled a deep breath of warm air over the young girl, closing what little distance he had between them. He kept his head tucked in, his thick black tendrils falling across his neck and the bones tapping against his cheek as he walked around her."Gehenna.. very pretty name for such a pretty flower." HE purred, moving to brush his shoulder against her as he passed. He loved the way her name slipped from his lips, Nirvana must have been thinking of him when he named her precious princess.  "Little flower, " He paused, taking his time speaking to his little play grown up, "I am Selven. The Bone collector." The painted beast smiled, charming and warm. He stopped by her rump then, making a move slowly to the young curves to press his lips against her. "I'm a bit insulted that your mother hasn't told you about me.. or told anyone about you." Selven peeked at her, hoping maybe he tugged on a string. He was a manipulative, and charming bastard, and he had it set in his mind that Gehenna would be his. He just wanted the experience to be pleasant for the young girl. He had no wish to traumatize her if she complied. The duo toned brute took a step away from her then, watching her fully. "Perhaps your mother, was afraid that you'd gain more popularity than her, seeing as you're such a beautiful flower." Selven mused that charming crooked smile never leaving his lips. He continued to watch her, to see what his words would do. IF all goes to plan, he might have just found the easiest way to keep the Princess coming back.   

Words: 433
Tagged: Gehenna//Bef
Muse: 3/10
Notes: Hoping he's playing his cards right

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[♕BEFERA]

The painted hessian emitted a chuckle at her words, and the crimson witchling, though still a bit wary of this brute, began to feel more comfortable around him. A particularly warm and kind smile trickled across his maw, and Gehenna unknowingly mimicked it, pleased so far with her new acquaintance. It was then that the duo-toned stag moved further toward her, so close that she could feel his hot breath upon her face. It startled her a little, but she held her ground, auds twisting backward for a moment. The stallion began to move around her again in a circling motion, and now she could hear the bones in his banner tapping and ticking against each other. This brute, his ice eyes ever-watching her, consuming her, had an eerie, grim way about him that was both intriguing and deeply unsettling. Words flowed from his kissers once more and the Imperium Princess flinched slightly at his sudden vocalizations. He passed, and his shoulder lightly brushed against her fiery pelt, sending a shiver down her spine. He paused and spoke again, reiterating the apparent nickname he had given her. The brindled witchling wasn't sure if she cared for it or not, but she kept quiet for now, feeling the brute move toward her backside, auds pinned against her poll. She tucked her still short, yearling tail between her legs, instinctually protecting herself from this brute's advances, though she wasn't sure what else she could do. She was caught between wanting to kick him and run and wanting to stay and make a good impression. It was frustrating, but she stayed put.

He gave his name: Selven, The Bone Collector. That explained the bones he carried with him in his mane. What a strange creature, the filly thought, but maybe this was just how other Imperium equines outside of Obascus lived. Maybe this was normal. The brute's words poured forth once more as Gehenna felt his lips dangerously close to her skin. Then he said something she didn't expect, that mother hadn't told anyone about her. It figured. The brindled filly's magentine occulars narrowed and she scowled at this, tail still tucked protectively between her thighs. He finally stepped back from her, and the cool air on her body in his absence of heat was welcomed by the young princess. The splashed stag spoke once more, and Gehenna looked to him now, watching as a wicked grin contorted over his features as he spoke. Mother wouldn't really think that, would she? Maybe she was jealous. Gehenna stood taller again and took a step away from the painted stallion before turning to face him. "Well, Selven, I want to show my mother. I want to be more popular than her. That's why I left home." She immediately regretted releasing such information, but it was too late now. She held her tongue, knowing she had already said too much to a complete stranger.

words // 487 tagged // Selven muse // ehhh

^{by ♛befera}

[fallen]

"Speaking, yo."

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 The painted hellion was thoroughly enjoying the small bits of turmoil he was putting the young princess through. He could see her guard slowly lifting but her attention never wavered. He liked that. His icy oculars noted how she tucked her banner tightly against her thighs, and how easily she would stiffen up with his advances. Fair enough.. As Selven continued to watch her body he couldn't help but compare her to Maleficent. Though Maleficent was more than willing to submit to him, and follow him into Armageddon he could see that Gehenna would need a much less...forward approach that he was all so used to. When he finally left some distance between he and the princess he could easily see the tension leave her. The duo toned beast merely jotted it down in his mind before focusing back onto Gehenna. He let her put some space between them, he had no intentions of running the young babe off. He wanted her to feel welcomed and comfortable here.

Her soft voice curled around his name beautifully and it made his skin tingle in ways he only dared to voice in his own mind. He smiled politely in return to her words, "and you will be, in time." He paused and lowered his head to her level, his icy pools holding her bright gaze without fault, "IF you stay with me." Selven mused a gentle and handsome smile fitting across his dark lips. "See my lovely flower... in Obascus, in Imperium truly, you could never be more popular than your mother.. or your brother. Nearly all of Imperium bows blindly to your mothers whim. They could never see you as anything more than a prettier face." Selven let his head raise slightly, the thick matted locks falling across his nape, drawing striking shadows across his rugged features, although a softness remained as though he knew the words would drive a stake deep into the girls heart and mind. "But here, with me and mine you could rise with us. You could be celebrated and cherished as the beautiful flower you will be when you blossom." Selven said, his head rising fully then to look across his beloved Armageddon.

HE stayed silent for a moment before turning with his side parallel to Gehenna now. He lowered his skull to her again, turning to look down upon her, "You would be loved and feared. Revered and cherished. All would know of you, you wouldn't be a secret.." he paused, and came to her level once again, his bright eyes locking onto her own;

 "Unlike your mother, I would never lie to you.. and I always, always, keep my promises."    

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Tagged: Gehenna//Bef
Muse: almost nonexsistant
Notes: Putting plans into motion ;)

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[♕BEFERA]

The painted brute before the crimson witchling gave a smile at her words. He spoke, and Gehenna was surprised at his words. She had only just met this stallion, and he wanted her to stay with him? The brindled filly wondered if this might actually be a good idea. Better than staying at home where no one appreciated her. Maybe one day she could be a ruler, but just not of her mother's kingdom. Selven spoke of Imperium in such a way that it seemed as though he did not feel as apart of it as what was normal. It was true, though, as far as Gehenna had seen. Everyone in Imperium blindly followed her mother, most likely fearing her. She had heard of the war that occurred before she was born: how her mother had nearly single-handedly disbanded an entire kingdom, forcing them to disperse to other allegiances. Gehenna watched with pink-ed irises, wide and unsure, how Selven straightened his stance and continued with his oddly handsome smile. He was charming, and part of Gehenna did feel safe with him here in this land. He seemed like he respected her and wanted to help her achieve her goals, though he did also seem like he wanted to rape her right then and there. The small filly swallowed hard at this thought, still fearful that he would try to overpower her, force himself upon her.

He spoke again, and Gehenna's interest was piqued even more. She parted her maw slightly, wanting to speak, but before she knew it, he had slid up beside her. The crimson-pelted filly flinched and her auds flattened for a moment before rising again at his words. The brute's icy voids pierced her own magentine gaze, a crazed but powerful way about them. How could she trust him? That was her first thought, but she didn't know exactly what to say. She hated Obascus and her family, and she wanted to come into her own somewhere that she wouldn't just be pushed aside as one of Nirvana's lesser children. Loved and feared. Revered and cherished. All of those things sounded like exactly what Gehenna wanted for herself. What could be worse than sitting on her ass in that ravine with no throne to claim, no territory of her own to rule? Selven always keeps his promises, eh? Gehenna decided that she would stick around, if only to see if what he said was true.

Magenta-stained occulars gained a determined-ness, a strength about them then. Gehenna whisked her yearling whipcord against her flanks and stood a little taller. "I don't know if I can trust you..." she started, "But I'm willing to take that chance. I'm sick of being just the other child. I'm tired of living in my brother's shadow." Selven would be her mentor, her ticket to the good life, the better life. "Next time I see my mother, I want her to remember how she ignored me. I want her to regret it." There was a wickedness in her tone then, a hatefulness. A small smirk drew across her ebonite maw then as she looked deep into Selven's azure orbs. Flashes of herself as an adult sprang through her mind. She imagined her own land, her own subjects, and all of the allies she would keep close at hand along the way. She imagined herself striking down her enemies, crushing their heads, stamping their brains into the dirt from whence they came. She never wanted to return to Obascus, and if she did, it would only be to show her mother how easily she could kill those who stood in her way.

words // 606 tagged // Selven muse // goood

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