••Golden Kingdoms_are [not] GOLD; •nirvana•

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I can tell you've never been true to me I can smell that you're acting so fearfully I can hear what you're hoping I want to hear I can feel the alarm bells ringing in me   The black onyx damsel treaded carefully to the Dark Kingdom, taking care not to disturb the lands or creatures around her. The gargoyled mare was not here on behalf of the harbingers, nor was she here on the behalf of Novelty. The huntress came at her own will, she was not here to plead for the lights to be freed, for even she knew they were a failing kingdom ever since Archetype left the throne, but Megrim was not born during those times. She only knew of this because she heard tales from others when she was a young filly living under Litala, Ranjit and Adveindha. They were before Nirvana and before Ranjit's reign was the royal triad consisting of Lashiel, Sarwin and Thanatos. The damsel couldn't remember who had been before them and the history of the unaligned seemed very idle too. Before The harbingers was Aves and Vita Cinis, and before Aves it was Paralyzer at her side. Then she was certain it was a stallion named Collision or something like that. The unaligned kingdom never did anything special that she can recall, and they would be the next to fall. For the Light kingdom, it had been traded off quite a few times, from The Fallen and Evander to Arion and Bella Muerte, then Bella was left to be queen while Arion fled and then Paranoia \was given the Light Kingdom, simply handed over to her from Bella like nothing, and now there was no queen at all, the rest of the lights to be banished from existence as far as Megrim knew. Now her massive, black friesian frame towered over the top of the ravine, serving as a boarder into Obascus. The sun blocked by the clouds gave the rocky lands a misted appearance. The breeze was light as it blew softly sending a cold chill down her spine and making her dance in place momentarily as a shiver ran along her muscles. The weather wasn't always kind, but she knew days ahead could and would be so much worse. The wind carried her scent downwind into Obascus as she let out whinny to announce her presence to whomever who would take her to Nirvana or perhaps Nirvana herself. From this stand point she would be difficult to be attacked. The only thing that stood in her way was to wind, keeping scents of other equines out of her nostrils.  A long sigh escaped her lips as she breathed in the smell of old blood and decaying matter. She almost missed seeing the corpses of other creatures lying all over the ground, but not enough to make her want to abandon The Outlands. Killing things without reason is what she used to do, simply for the fun of it, but since she joined Novelty she didn't have much time to go do what she pleased as she used to. Megrim didn't dare put a hoof over Nirvana's boarders either, she didn't feel like getting on any body's bad side anytime soon. There was now a question hovering over Megrim's head, what was next? What sort of plans did this orange bay vixen have in store?  WORDS: 522 ooc; sorry i kinda rambled but i had muse lol I can touch but I know you don't feel a thing I can pray but I know you commit a sin I can sense now it's all become clear to see You're no good, and you mean no good, treacherously

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The new order was established. The parasitic Light kingdom with all of its morons and false prophets and self-proclaimed righteous fools was finally gone. Nirvana, now Imperium Empress, stood idle near the center of her lands, Atticus perched on her backside: a normal scene. The wolves that had been plaguing Obascus's more treacherous borders had claimed lives now, for the former King Sarwin had been slain by their wrath. The brindled Queen was worried for the safety of her herd members, and contemplated gathering her militia once again to remove these deadly hounds from the lands by force. It was clear that they weren't going to be leaving on their own anytime soon, and the whole thing was very concerning to the orange witch. Winter had come to Obascus, and whiteness covered the landscape, hanging on Nirvana's fetlocks like icy leeches. Atticus was looking puffy and warm on his usual perch, his feathers fluffed up, making him look rather cute for such an old and sometimes fearsome bird. Steady puffs of steam flowed from Nirvana's blackened nares: her breath in the cold air. She didn't seem to mind this weather very much, but then again, the Empress wasn't one to complain about the temperature. The brindled hellion saw a dark form appear over the rocky entrance to the lands, and she narrowed her gaze, watching as the figure moved. A whinny was emitted from the same direction and it carried over the ravine's bowl to Nirvana's auds. Atticus twitched in surprise at the sudden noise, and the Queen let out a heavy snort before she began moving in the direction of this visitor's silhouetted frame at her borders. One benefit of a land like this was that Nirvana could usually see those who entered her lands as long as she was looking in the right place at the right time. As the violet-eyed vixen upped her pace to a steady trot, Atticus grew tired of the bouncing and took to the skies, careful not to stray too far from his mistress. Nirvana reached the incline of the ravine's entrance wall and scaled it with ease, having done so dozens of times throughout her reign as Queen as well as her being Leadess of Obascus. Small knicks and scrapes on her hooves were the scrawling letters from the land from the times that she hadn't been so well in her footing. Now the ravine's stones left no scratches upon her flints, and she ascended with the skill of a wild cat, her hooves only leaving behind their prints on the snow that frosted the rocks all around her. The Empress halted a few yards from the visitor, and she looked the mare over for a moment before greeting her. She felt as though she had seen this mare before somewhere, or at least heard of her, but she could not place a name. "Who are you? What is your business here?" The Queen was in no mood for formalities. The time of being nicey-nice to anyone was over for her. She had defeated the Light kingdom and brought her own into a new age of power and profit. If anyone didn't like the way she spoke to them, they could deal with it, run along home, or take a hoof to the jaw. Nirvana had grown much over her time as Queen, but her temper was testy as ever, and she had no reason to be respectful to anyone until they showed their worthiness. Her tone wasn't particularly mean, however, but it was forceful. The brindled Empress eyed the white markings that painted this visitor's bodice as she waited for her reply. words: 609 tagged: Megrim muse: p good

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I can tell you've never been true to me I can smell that you're acting so fearfully I can hear what you're hoping I want to hear I can feel the alarm bells ringing in me   Megrim gazed downward into the ravine for only a few seconds before she spotted the orange brindled Empress, a beautiful queen indeed, but beauty is as beauty does. That was a statement not meant to enter Megrim's mind yet as she hadn't met with the Imperium Queen even once. Nirvana had yet to still make an impression on her and the onyx damsel would not allow foolish quotes or assumptions misguide her. The brindled Empress took charge into a trot, the white raven perched on her frame took to the air and seemed to circle close. It wasn't long before Nirvana climbed the rocky ridges of the bank and was about a yard before her. Nirvana's voice was like a cannon shot, loud and booming. She  was quite high with demand, but anger did not whisper along  with it. Megrim's gargoyled frame stood like a statue, unmoved by this cannon-like voice, she understood why Nirvana would be so demanding as any other equine would be to someone knocking at their doorstep. Megrim was not here to start problems, she didn't need any, especially with her belly  heavy with new life. The damsel was only a month or two away from birthing her unborn child and didn't want all this time to go to waste. Her blood-stained eyes gazed at Nirvana and gave her a light smile, please to see the Empress looking well after such a fight with the Light Queen, Paranoia. "Ahh, Empress Nirvana, I'm pleased to finally meet with you one on one. I've heard much about you."  The lyrics left the damsel's maw with ease, "I am Megrim, Novelty's Appointed Second within The Outlands. I've been meaning to meet with you since you gain the throne after your fight with Lucifer." During that time, Nirvana had much to deal with, the kingdoms were a complete and utter mess, and everything was out of order. Nirvana became the mechanic to tear apart these lands and pull them back together into a better machine.  The onyx damsel gazed at Nirvana, the mare was strong, admirable even. Megrim respected her, but her respect  shouldnt be mistaken for trust. She was still very wary of her surrounding and wasn't about to let her guard down anytime soon. WORDS: #586 I can touch but I know you don't feel a thing I can pray but I know you commit a sin I can sense now it's all become clear to see You're no good, and you mean no good, treacherously

[♕BEFERA]

As the onyx vixen began to speak, Nirvana's gaze wandered to her belly where it was clear that she was heavy with child. She wondered just what such a well-along dam wanted to talk to her about, why she came all this way to Obascus where everyone knew there were predators running amuck. The ivory-splattered brood's first words were kind and the former Dark Empress stayed quiet after this to allow the mare to speak her piece. Those who addressed her as Empress were often tolerable enough, and the visitor finished speaking just as Atticus descended to perch upon his Queen once more. So this mare was from the Outlands? Nirvana recalled the completely irrelevant meeting that the Punisher had called, and nearly chuckled to herself thinking about how pissed off the Harbingers were. The Queen's eyes narrowed a bit then, and she wondered why this mare hadn't come forward sooner, especially if she had been waiting for that long to meet with her. The Imperium Queen huffed a breath and looked Megrim over once more, eyeing the strange, cryptic shapes that marked her shoulders. "That was a hell of a long time ago, Megrim of the Outlands. I must have been more preoccupied than I thought." Nirvana did let out a soft laugh then. It seemed like ages that she had been Queen, but she also recalled how hard she fought to gain her title, and to keep it. Her fight with Lucifer was one she would never forget, as it marked her entry into the best times of her life, and the realization of her life-long dream of rule. The brindled Empress stepped a few strides closer and halted before speaking. "Why is it, then, that you have wanted to speak with me? What is it you seek to know?" Nirvana desperately hoped that this conversation held some level of importance. After the meeting she and the now Altus royals had with Novelty, the Imperium Empress was weary of the competence of the rulers and underlings of the Outlands. It seemed, to Nirvana at least, like they felt disconnected from the other kingdoms. Though they played their part, maybe they wanted a hand in other things, and therefore they felt that it was important to latch onto royalty. Maybe it was just a sad attempt at making themselves feel of more value than prison guards. Nirvana had no interest in any affairs regarding the Outlands or its inhabitants, and never had. Those lands were simply a dumpster to her, where those who she couldn't kill could be thrown away for a time. Her respect was dwindling for the Outlands, especially after such a ridiculous display shown by Novelty at her "meeting," but whether the orange Queen liked it or not, she needed them, and so did everyone else. The Outlands was essential for peacekeeping. Nirvana would never subject Litala and Alexei to keeping all of the former Darks, now Imperium, under control in The Pitt. The Queen kept her feelings to herself, however, as she waited for Megrim's response. words: 510 tagged: Megrim muse: got shitty toward the end, i'm getting sleepy xD

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im just going to end this thread, itll take me years to reply to it since megrim kinda died on me for awhile, but basically she wants to have an alliance just between Nirvana and herself, not the kingdoms or anything. Like to do small favors for each other every now and then.