With great responsibility comes great expectation. [ADHEMAR]

[♕BEFERA]

It had been a long time since Nirvana had traveled to The Pitt on her own. Since Styx was born, she had been escorting him back and forth to spar with Achilles, Litala's son. She remembered the last time she was here alone, though, and it was not pleasant. FEAR, a now dead, but very well-known hessian, had stolen her and ordered her to report to him within The Pitt's bowels. It was an interesting encounter, and luckily, another mare had come and relieved her of the situation, taking her place there with that rapist bastard. She didn't recall the mare's name, and the was ashamed of that fact. The air was cool and quiet as Nirvana entered through The Pitt's entrance wall, quickly finding a small but well-worn path that she had tread many times in her life. She vaguely remembered when Ranjit had ruled this land, but that was ages ago, before he had become King after the Dark Triad had stepped down. Then she was reminded of that pesky Thanatos. If not for his relationship with Lashiel, Ranjit may not have been given the throne, or at least not so peacefully. In her mind, she pictured Ranjit planning to fight anyone who stood in his way, even if he did respect them. The Pitt's air grew warmer as Nirvana made her descent. She planned to come here after the new ruler, Adhemar, had gotten settled in. She knew nothing of the brute, just that he was a homeless Imperium stag who had been in the lands for enough time that he knew the general way of things. It was time to give The Pitt to someone who wasn't part of any special bloodline, and someone who Nirvana could easily knock from power if they didn't do their job. The smell of death that The Pitt was known for had become faint and mirky over the years, but there was a boneyard of sorts nearby, and the ages-old decay would thicken the air soon enough. The land leveled out after a while, and Nirvana knew she had reached the deepest valley of the land when the wind all but stopped blowing and the air was uncomfortably warm. She disliked being in this place for that reason, her heavy, curled tresses building sweat beneath their canopy, staining her orange coat brown. The Empress halted and called out for Adhemar, a whinny that echoed over The Pitt's bowl. She wondered if Alexei was nearby, as well, but who knows, that brute liked to wander. The violet-eyed witch looked all around her, seeing just how empty this place was. It was a wonder that it hadn't been overrun by predators in Litala's absence, but she was glad it had not. She imagined that Alexei was very lonely here, and commended him in silence for manning his post, keeping this land from going completely to waste. She hoped that this Adhemar would usher in a new age for The Pitt, making it a true prison for the wrong-doers of these lands. She hoped that soon he would have a legion of guards all about him, all equally interested in putting away those who decided to stir trouble within the kingdom. The brindled villainess smirked, her eyes lighting up in a pleasant but wicked sort of way. She would give her kingdom and all of the lands a few good wake-up-calls before she was through with her rule. The Empress only hoped that her heir would be as ambitious. words: 584 tagged: Adhemar muse: pretty good

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adhemar

AMUSED BY NEWLY ENTITLED POWER

Ever so meticulously did the blood loving somatic mutated individual absorb every detail this new terra held within it. Wolfen gold visuals darting over everything that was now his. The many deathly levels of Dante's Inferno.. Well officially known in these many regions as The Pitt, had an extreme welcoming attraction that was kindling to Adhemar's burning evil desires. Ideas and plans boiling through the top of his ears, the chestnut and charcoal mosaic brute was salivating with anticipation of having pure and utter control over future prisoners. The pure thought of having such a primal domination over the weak, pathetic and despicable, to be able to remind the world that there is punishment for being an inadequate living creature. What filth he'd have fun grinding into this ashen earth!

A blood curdling hissing purr gurgles past copper tinted lips, a new air of arrogance was building up within the chestnut's empty ebony treasure chest. Still holding his creeping stalk, Adhemar somehow still pulled off a prideful stride while continuing his stalking saunter. He wouldn't be such a predator if he lost his natural stalking tendencies. Speaking of which the summoning echo that lingered in the atmosphere signified where his direction altered for his next quarry. This summon was different than what he was use to, a variations in vocals compared to the heated insults he adored hearing from the one known as Wicca. Oh how his prickled with lusting desire for that resisting whore. He'd gladly let her shred him to bloody bits while he attempted mounting that delicious ebony striped ivory ass of hers.

Sucking in a hiss, Adhemar snarled at himself for tripping from being distracted to much over keeping concentrated while he had been coming up silently on the Imperium Empress from behind in pure silence. Of course a wench would cause him to loose his concentration, its the only reason wenches were around to screw up a studs goals and purpose in life. Typical females even when they don't try. He huffed hotly with a sneer, unable to keep his lupine glare off of the rather attractive crimson brindled queen bitch herself. God how he hated that a damn mare had control over him, yet if it was not for her, he wouldn't be the new ruler of The Pitt.

" Rancid evening your whoreshi.. Majesty. Adhemar at your service to punish the worthlessss and terrorize the spinelessss.. " Coming in inches from Nirvana's flanks, nares flaring with the thick stench of the sweat that had accumulated upon her pelt from her journey. Rather salty and bitter but tantalizing all the same as he exhaled intentionally hard to make sure his breath ruffled her fur. Side stepping automatically expecting reprisal for space invasion, before he adjusted himself to stand in a more frontal view of the Empress, "So familiar are the stripes perhaps a cousin or sister to Witchcript? Either way both of of you have a rather dark essence that's highly alluring."

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[♕BEFERA]

The Empress's auds flattened against her poll as a abrupt rustling sound came from the foliage behind her. The brindled witch thrashed her ebonite whipcord and swung her Friesian countenance to look at the creature that had somehow gotten so close behind her without her realizing. Upon seeing the stallion, she determined that this must be Adhemar. The mismatched pelt of the stallion came far too close for comfort as he began to speak, and Nirvana bared her teeth at him, auds flattening once more. She loathed physical contact, especially when it was unexpected. She felt his breath upon her flank and a thousand risen corpses from The Pitt's bowels couldn't keep her from reacting. The violet-eyed hellion kicked out with her hinds, not exactly trying to hit the chimera'd stallion, but wanting to let him know that he had made a grave mistake approaching her in this way. Before she knew it, he was in front of her, speaking again. Nirvana was thoroughly angry at this point, and what Adhemar said next pissed her off even more. Witchcrypt. What a filthy harlot. How could anyone compare her to that horrid tramp, sitting on her daddy's throne in Cocytus, harboring all of her idiotic little minions. Nirvana's maw hung open in disgust. She wondered if she had made a mistake in choosing this brute. She spoke, rage heavy in her articulations. "How dare you approach your Empress in such a manner!" She huffed a snort, her ebony-tipped harks flat and her pearly fangs ready to bite at any moment. The Empress tried to calm herself, knowing that rulers of such a hellish place as this are properly hellish themselves. Her violet eyes closed as she relaxed her posture, trying her best to control her anger for what had jus conspired. She didn't bother to address his comment regarding Witchcrypt, as it wasn't at all important. "I've come to see how you've settled in here. What do you think of the place?" There was still a thickness to her tone that was muddled with rage, but she had at least regained most of her composure. She remembered when Litala ruled this place before she had disappeared, and that the sister to Ranjit had never disrespected her in such ways that this brute did. Maybe he was still young, maybe he had some growing up to do. Maybe he was just a crazy bastard inside and out. There were rumors spreading that Litala had returned to the lands, as well as her son Achilles. Nirvana valued Achilles, too, as he was a close friend and sparring partner to Styx. She hoped that one day Achilles would be a loyal underling to her son, and the thought of her dappled prince on the throne with his own council of friends and allies made the Empress more ready to finally lay down her personal claim to the throne she had built. Letting her mind drift to these thoughts helped ease the Empress's rage, and she waited for what this Adhemar would say, and if he would try to reconcile for his abhorrent actions toward one who had just given him a bountiful gift, one she could easily take away. words: 533 tagged: Adhemar muse: SHE IS SO PISSED HAHAHA

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adhemar

EMPRESS YOU'RE A DOLL

It took all the control the slimy arrogant cur could muster to not roll his eyes at the Queen wench before him. Yadda yadda, blah blah about how rude he was, well he'd been more than just rude. Adhemar waited with rather dull expression on his mug till her yap was shut. It never seized to amaze the color mutated brute of how much a feminine voice annoyed him. Just that whiny 'listen to me' attitude that resonated behind all their words was overly aggravating to unbelievable extents. Looking at the crimson brindled snatch in her violet glare with no give of dropping his own lupine gaze in submission.

"I am not a humble creature. You have rule over me just because I hate goody two shoes of Altus. You will if not already do hate me. I do not care. My vulgarity and disrespect are my trademarks. You gave me this position over this decaying land with hope. I do not know its history and I do not care. It will be a land to be feared once I'm done with it and so help me god if the former leader comes back and tries to take it. Strip me of it if you will but it'll be your regret this place will never have the savoring screams of prisoners begging for freedom again." Adhemar's voice had become deathly serious and almost threatening. He gave a bit more than she had asked but it was something he felt needed to be said. After all he doubted any took him serious and he knew with such established lands and kingdoms a newcomer with no ties to anyone would never be taken serious till proven to be a handy chess piece to the game. "The Pitt suites me just fine, it'll serve its purpose quite well. It hides more secrets that I've yet to make it tell me. But it has great potential. One can tell it misses having captured souls forced to dwell here. "

The ink splattered bronze dun brute had become a bit more serious than he'd ever been around Witchcript. Yetthen again he knew how serious of matter it was, if he wasn't so greedy for having control and power over anything in particularly he actually wouldn't care. But this constant disrespect was getting old and he needed fear to feed off of. What better than being able to torment the already convicted. Smirking he rolled his patch work shoulders back and raised his crown high, red and black locks settling across his eyes. He may be full of game and foolishness but he did know when to be competent. It just was a matter if he chose to be, most of the time he chose against it.

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