Too long Dear Wicca..

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adhemar

THE WORLD IS BORING ME, ENTERTAIN ME

The vile creature loomed across the already claimed land, it meant nothing to him this place was owned already. Already highly infatuated with the grotesquely attractive ruler, he simply stayed out of sight from guards and locals. Finding shadows and crevices to disappear into or leaving the territory when he desired for long bouts of time. The brooding clammy hand brute had abruptly left the queen's presence last time, of course after taunting and teasing her. Enjoying having his flesh ripped open by her, he'd made the situation so intense and unbearable where even she wanted to as bad as him.

Then the dark live dun and ivory patched beast had stowed away in the hottest moment between them. Laughing his crude maniacal chuckle as he abandoned her enlarged ass like it was nothing, flustered and pissed he was sure. Adhemar knew if she'd ever see his face again the striped strumpet would probably attempt skinning the flesh slowly and painfully off his skull.. With him grinning every moment enjoying her angered touch. Already his body was pulsing with desire for the wench of power, he'd denied himself one hell of a snatch with her. He yet quivered at the thought of her dish sized hooves thudding against his chest as he attempted to mount again. Oh the nasty mostly emotionless facade of her's with glowing crimson pools to loose yourself in.

Adhemar's mouth watered excessively at those memories, this time he wouldn't deny himself such a handsome cunt as hers. So intentionally he strolled back through the land, leaving his scent covering the most popular trails. Pissing on any possible scent markers he could find. Surely a guard would noticed an arrogant ass pushing the limits, let the wench queen know. So the somatically mutated brute stood waiting at the place where they had first met by the blood tinted frozen lake, waiting either for guards or her to find him. He wondered if she ever had found out his name as he'd never actually given it to her.

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Adhemar - 8yr old - 17hh - Lupine Orbs - mutt - Liver Dun min-Splash Somatic Mutation

SHIN OF GS + ADOX

Δ Beauty With The Booty

[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.

Witchcrypt was woken from quite a restless slumber. The black-faced ess threw her skull up at the odd vocals of her oldest son..well middle son. Her crimson oculars were half-lidded and overly wet, she blinked to rid herself of the sleep building up in her eyes. They burned and demanded to be closed again, wanting to stay away from all light and oxygen. She hadn't gotten nearly enough sleep. The witch mumbled something to the pale colt, barely a year old and he cocked an invisible brow at the female at his feet. She shifted on the rock bedding. At one point there had been actual bedding but it had worn away from use. The five year old mare stood up slowly, stiff from her uncomfortable sleep. She felt her bones groan as she stood to her full seventeen hands. Her son was already very close to her height, which was a shocker. She wasn't exactly tall, only seventeen hands. The boy's sire, The Meta, was fairly tall at eighteen point two hands. But at this rate, she felt both of their sons would out grow both of them. The pale colt, Satanael's, twin brother, Cyclone, was already past her seventeen hands. He was getting close to his sire's height already. No wonder these two tired her out so much when she carried them and nearly snuffed her out during birth. She stretched and yawned, her sharp, fully carnivorous dentals on display. 'Mother, did you hear me?' The coltine mused, but there was no amusement behind the words, he was a happy child, always willing to smile but he was also much too worrisome for his age and he also showed dark potential. This warmed the mare's naturally cruel and evil spirit. It curled and writhed within her, purring to the coltine, coaxing him farther into the darkness.

"No, I was too busy being woken up when I clearly told all to not bother me, no matter what. I don't care if the world was on fire. I was trying to sleep. But dear son, pray tell, what do you want? She barely held back the hiss in her vocals. She loved Satanael, she truly did. He was one of her first born sons. He was her pride and joy. But she has specifically called a small meeting to tell them that she was going to sleep. and she was not to be disturbed no matter what. She didn't care if there was a challenger, if a pack of wolves attacked, if Nirvana herself visited. She. Did. Not. Want. To. Be. Disturbed. And yet, here she was, awake far earlier than she intended. Satanael seemed to wither under her blood-stained stare, the glow of her eyes was much brighter in the darkness of the catacombs. The colt swallowed thickly and then spoke again, 'There is an intruder. He's been marking over your scent markings and giving the guards the slip. I think he means to challenge you.' His voice was odd, halfway between youngster and adult. The Cocytus Queen arched a brow and then sighed heavily, shaking her pelt of the dirt and walking past her son, the appy boy moved to the side and let her move through the entrance to her grotto. The grotto she was born in.

He accompanied her the entire way through the catacombs and upon the entrance, she commanded him to stay there. Wicca moved out of the warmth of the catacombs and into the frozen wasteland of Cocytus. Instantly she picked up the scent. She knew it all too well. Her face contorted in rage, crimson orbs catching the sight of the black pelted stallion, Abyss. 'Its the same bastard from before." He hissed, long tail twitching. Wicca blew through her nose in answer to his statement and moved past him. Zazu held onto her mane tightly, finally being roused from his slumber. She knew exactly where the bastard would be hiding. A cold "spring" wind blew through the area, tangling up her long mane and tail and making a mess of it. The bitch didn't care as she marched on. The last time they had met, he had quite bluntly told her he wanted a piece of her and even attacked her. She still had the indention of his teeth on her left hind leg. The thought of the bite made her rage burn even hotter and she narrowed her eyes, not bothering to pick up her pace, she didn't want to give the bastard the satisfaction.

Soon she came upon him and let out a very displeased groan, halting before him. She had to admit, he still looked tantalizing. But she would not let her mind wander down that road, no matter how pent up she was. She was usually up for simple conversation, but today she just wanted this little shit out of her land so she could go back to sleep. " So you finally decided to show your useless ass." Vocals were grungy and harsh, there was a twinge of anger there, but held back. It was obvious the Queen was irritable.

[۞Txep۞ster۞]

adhemar

THE WORLD IS BORING ME, ENTERTAIN ME

On the verge of being so bored while waiting the ivory laced hessian thoroughly debated on taking leave. Perhaps the prideful wench had become to lazy to care who was intruding on her land, typical of the lesser gender loosing their edge so easily. Ah wait what was this his feral lupine pools seen sauntering in the distance? That lustable ebony and ivory brindled pelt with those glowing crimson orbs. A vision of utter deathly beautiful whore that Adhemar would love to have claim over for even just a few minutes if that's all he could get while impregnating her with his spawn. Those few moments of dominance over her as he'd bare his weight down upon that lofty rump and back. God how he earned for that day! Whether that day would actually come, one did not know, but there will be many desperate attempts before such happens.



A rather excited chill rippled through Adhemar's mosaic puzzled pelt, thick toned muscles rippling underneath in thrilled anticipation. She looked hotty even if her demeanor was kept to a minimal, he could see it. Hear it laced into her heavily annoyed words. Oh the pour wench wasn't so pleased to see him. Smirking darkly with an animal like lust in his shadow gaze, which ate up every detail once again of the Cocytus Queen. That same eerie dark lust glazing his amber eyes as they did their first encounter a decent time ago. Oh how he'd enjoy feeling those nasty enamels ripping into his flesh as he attempted to force her... He could see it happening, another shutter of grotesque pleasure shook his body again without restraint.



"Ah but only as useless as you desire of this cur." He mocked without care if he pushed respectable boundaries for a royal. "It seems once again I've been able to disturb your nightmarish slumber. You must want something from me.. Specially giving up your own precious time to see me..." He hissed deeply, stepping forth angled in such a manner to make his broadside vulnerable to her. Wondering how much it'd take for her to taste his black and red hide out of anger. "..Haha the Queen wench is desperate for me to finish where I stopped last time." Chuckling tantalizingly, stepping even closer with even the guts to stretch his bow out and attempt to touch the side of her striped nape from to far of a distance. A low chuckle still rumbling in the depths of his chest.

SHIN OF GS + ADOX

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

Witchcrypt
Is it sick of me, to need control of you?
Is it sick to make, you beg the way I do?
Is it sick of me, to want you crawling on your knees?
Is it sick to say, I want you biting down on me?
Are you sick like me? Am I beautiful?!

Sharp dentals ground together in irritation. Just being in this bastard's presence bothered her. She flashed her tail wildly. It was no longer breeding season. He had no reason to go after her for that reason. But this brute simply just needed to look at her it seemed. It pruned her feathers quite a bit. It made her feminine side purr and want to curl into his touch. But she was not some feening slut. She was the leader of a feared herd and allies to two other powerful herds. Nor was she a weak female. She was not going to bend to this brute's will and never would she bend for any male. Not even her sire. Now was not the time for the wicked Cocytus Queen to be weak either. This peace would not last long. She could feel it in her bones. The Harbingers were gone. Fled like the cowards they truly were. It had made her lips curl into a pleased grin when she heard of their departure and she had to applaud the former Light Queen for wounding Famine so severely. Now a colt was ruling Altus and by far Wicca felt he was the best for the Allegiance, not that the brindled ess had met him just yet. She just knew things were going to go down hill thought. Nirvana had made the peace treaty with The Harbingers, not Cadomir. Witchcrypt would be damned if she let her land and herd be harmed in any of the things that transpired. But that was in the future and the future of her land relied on her decisions. And she did not want this stallion in her lands. Her vermilion orbs bore down upon him as she brought her draft frame to a halt. All seventeen hands standing tall and dominant. It was no secret that Witchcrypt was a mare that preferred to have the leash over the collar. She flared her nares, smelling his arousal and his very male scent. It was enticing, but the exhausted and irritated female wanted nothing to do with the bastard, even if he was handsome. Wicca was a narcissistic female at heart and to have his eyes on her like they were was just fanning the flame that burned brightly in her; her ego. She openly sneered at the stallion as his lustful gaze burned across her flesh. As much as she enjoyed it, she hated it ten fold. She was a Queen! Not a piece of meat! Her black listeners pinned against her poll tightly, long tag snapping at her flanks as she barred her dentals. She was done playing poker with this brute. No way in hell was she going to let him not know how she felt.

"Watch your mouth, cur! You are within lands that do not welcome you. I could very well sentence you to death if I so pleased!" She hissed violently, knowing full well she would need to get Nirvana's permission first, which irritated the bitch more than this stallion did. Her irritation did nothing for her though. The witch was one for witty words and a quick tongue, but in her current state of mind she couldn't help but react on impulse and snap angrily out at the somatic stag. He was not good for her health, she concluded. She feared she would suffer an aneurysm if she stayed in his presence longer than necessary, which wasn't long at all. The blasted stag spoke then and her brows furrowed even more, noting the stallion's confidence. How he carried himself and spoke so freely around her, as if he knew there would be no repercussions for his actions. She sneered lightly at his words and in that moment she decided she was done playing nice. The beings of these lands thought she was weak it seemed. A fraud and a whore that used her title to spread herself around. The bitch laughed outright, they would all soon know the true thoughts of the Cocytus Queen. She was sick and tired of all those around her, the lesser beings. But the one being that had her rage fueled attention was Adhemar. "You speak as if you hold all the power in the world but I assure you, beast, you have no power here." Crimson orbs seemed to glow even brighter as they watched the brute expose his side to her. A grave mistake it would be. She did not even register his last syllables as she charged forward, attempting to bowl him over with her larger frame. She had the weight to throw around and by God she was going to. No longer was she going to stand by and let others walk all over her. Not even the Empress.

"You tread on dangerous grounds, peasant. I suggest you gather what wits you brought with you and leave. I have no more patience for ones such as yourself." Her voice was steady and final. She would take no more shit from this egotistical stallion. She was not about to let him into her herd if he continued to speak to her like so. The only ones she allowed to take such a tone with her were those within her inner family. The ones she held dear to her black heart and would start a war over. This stallion was no such being. She would rather bathe in his blood than defend him. And she would rather beat him to the ground than give him what he wanted. Handsome or not. Witchcrypt realized then and there that she was no longer allowed to behave like a child. It was time for her to grow the fuck up and take her land and rule by the throat and make it completely and irreversibly hers. Anyone be damned that got in her way.

ooc notes; oops? Didn't mean to nearly go 1000 words XD and seems Adhemar was a good thing to come into her life because she finally snapped and is like 'I have power I shall use it." but yeah super bitchy Wicca. So sorry txep XD

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adhemar

THE WORLD IS BORING ME, ENTERTAIN ME

The wolfen eyed fool grinned with pure delight, he could just see the steam rolling off her as she became angrier with every second he was within her presence. Tsking as he shook his head at her, flicking his red and black tail coyly, " Oh hun, please don't reject me so soon, You'd be ever so lonely without me here. Less you make a robe of my pelt so you can always have me ontop of you even while you feast on my corps." Chuckling darkly as he dared a step further, not the wisest choice as suddenly her mass was plunging towards him. Smirking with ease of his more lithe agile form, rear treads push off to hopefully evade her attack. Only for a moment did his audits pin against his nape, stumbling off to the side as his hind quarters were tackled by the mass of the witch. Automatically throwing his back daggers at her as he clambered out of her way, only hoping her weight would make her trip and hit something else or fall. 

 He hissed a mocking roar at her, that sickly pleased grin still on his mug, stalking off a few paces making sure no limp ensued, though he was sure he'd be tender for awhile from where her should smashed into his hip area. Righting himself as he turned back to face her, "You've no right to even tell me what power I have. Queen whore or not, nothing has power over me. Though I do compliment your attempt for trying. Still waiting to have those nasty canines skin me." Adhemar taunted, snapping the air with his own teeth towards her. Stomping the ground threateningly at her, challenging her to come at him again. He was loving this anger he was bringing out of her. He wanted the full  wrath of this witch bitch on him, he craved it to the most unhealthy extent. Knowing full well this wench could infact kill him made it all the more exciting. To point he was now prancing around her, bobbing his cranium and snorting violently at her. His whipcord flagging high in the air, "Run me off yourself wicked Queen! Do it! Make me regret bothering you!"

His lyrics were growled in the most vicious chastising way, intentionally taunting her. "If the Queen Whore can't get rid of one damn Cur than what's her worth? Being a bedside whore? I'll eat you alive! That scrumptious striped ass! I WILL have it!" Snarling possessively like the greasy wolf he was guarding his kill. He lunged forward at her, enamels darting toward her tail head as he through his weight against her side. He prayed to the devils of hell her canines would rip into his flesh. "I don't leave what I want. And I Want you."  Roaring as he jerked himself away from her once more even if she had ahold of him by now or not, Adhemar made sure to make space between them so his maniacal laugh could echo between them, his lupine gaze even more lust hungry as he watched her every move. 

SHIN OF GS + ADOX

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

Witchcrypt
Is it sick of me, to need control of you?
Is it sick to make, you beg the way I do?
Is it sick of me, to want you crawling on your knees?
Is it sick to say, I want you biting down on me?
Are you sick like me? Am I beautiful?!

The was a pleasing smack against her shoulder, his hindquarter hadn't been her target but at least she hit him. She had hit him hard enough that she knew he would feel it tomorrow, her own shoulder would be sore but not as sore as his. She bunched her limbs up to stop her momentum but it would prove to be a terrible mistake. If she had kept going, she would have never felt his powerful kick to her shoulder. She felt a crack and sucked in a breath as the pain bloomed like a fire, hot and burning every muscle and nerve in its path. She stumbled slightly but it wave extremely subtle as she played it off with a turn, moving her body to face the stag. "I am hardly lonely, mongrel." She hissed, watching as he faced her again. "You are nothing but a disrespectful waste of flesh that couldn't even compare to the one stallion that can throw himself upon my back when he so pleases." Her words held a lilt to them, they were airy and almost loving if they could be. However, the witch wasn't surprised that the bastard did not smell The Meta on her, he had been gone for a lengthy time. The entire winter and spring. And he still wasn't back. Her black heart squeezed inside her chest. Here she was mouthing off to this scoundrel and didn't even know with the palomino appaloosa would come back. "This one stallion has the freedom to do with me as he pleases, something I know that you desire." She purred, her eyes narrowing. " Do you know why? Because unlike him, you are a useless, petty, bottom feeder that cannot tell his own ass from his head. You lack self control and have a sense that you can do whatever the fuck you want, but here? Here in Cocytus, you have no rights. You have broken just about every law within these lands, some that could result in death. So I suggest you get out now. " She narrowed her eyes, nares flaring in agitation.

She guardedly watched his display. Listened to his words and took in his challenge. A smirk came to her lips, even as her mind roared and thrashed. Every bone in her body, every nerve, every muscle, molecule, cell, every fiber wanted her to rip him to shreds. But now her mind was in check. It meticulously kept her anger in check with controlled breaths, counting to ten in her head. She took steps towards him. Blood eyes never leaving the brute's golden gaze as he bellowed out his words. She never stopped, even as he suddenly bolted towards her. She could almost laugh! He was going for her behind when she was facing him head on! An idiot indeed. She squared herself and then pushed off of her hindquarters, using his momentum against him and instead of her tail, all he earned was her full chest, smashing against him. Her sharp dentals lashed out aiming for his head. His soft ears or even his eyes. She felt his own dentals tear into her neck, seeing as his trajectory had been changed thanks to her change in position. Before she could even retaliate, she felt him pull away, but the witch gave chase. She nipped at his backside and dared him to stop to turn around.