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Post by shokran! on Jan 21, 2015 18:19:29 GMT
Vanth enjoyed his new limits. He was no longer bound to just one area and he now oversaw another part of the equine world. This place went by a different name, Fragmentation, but it seemed to be similar to what he had been used to ruling over. In his transition from throne to throne, his appearance had changed. He no longer sported gazelle-like horns. He had a wide berth of elk antlers jutting up from his skull with multiple points on each antler. His wings were a reddish bronze hue with black tips. His responsibilities and his involvement with mortal affairs increased which was fine. But Hades was empty and he was the only one within it. Zion made no ruckus for his presence so he presumed Zion to be leaderless at the moment.
Crimson spheres rolled within their sockets as the seventeen hand monster wandered the unfamiliar areas of this place. New aromas and new places to travel and explore were incredibly refreshing. Wild Equines had grown stagnant and stale to him but this place was still clinging to the 'newness'. It was nice. He had no idea if he would see any familiar faces here or not. He almost did not want to see anyone he had once known not because of ill blood but because the eternal restart was so peaceful. He felt terrible for leaving Wild Equines without a Lord of Hell but it was no longer in his best interest to remain there as their Devil. He missed Contagion though, oh so terribly. Of all the equines he knew, he missed Con, Artemisia, and Anesthesia. He had been so excited underneath his chilled surface to bear his first born with Anesthesia but he had missed his chance to do it. He could not go back now. Hopefully the demoness could forgive him and maybe one day understand.
The Devil shook his embellished crown as if he were trying to shake the thoughts from his mind. Claret occuli then surveyed the shadowy topography before him and the Vile King unnecessarily inhaled the sulfuric air currents. The elemental particles nipped at his nasal passages, forcing them to crinkle and twitch. The dreary hollow seemed to not have many visitors as there were none here besides himself now. It was peaceful here with the unbound evil lying in wait though. For once, he was okay with not projecting his prowess and displaying his powers. He was content to just be for a few moments. If someone else joined him within the hollow, then things could change but it was only a waiting game now.
word count | 430ish
tags | none/open
notes | partially recycled
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