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Post by shokran! on Mar 5, 2015 2:45:56 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 vibrant topography before him and the Vile King unnecessarily inhaled the sweet air currents. The elemental particles nipped at his nasal passages, forcing them to crinkle and twitch. The crashing falls 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 lagoon, 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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Post by fleabittengray on Mar 8, 2015 23:47:12 GMT
He was looking forward to the weather getting warmer. He had no memories of spring or summer, his only memories consisting of traveling to Fragmentation and the winter months. He didn't mind snow and cold. He thought it was beautiful. But what would warm weather be like? He knew that his winter pelt would shed. He wondered what he would look like without the shaggy, bay hair making him look like a fuzzy giant. Chuckling quietly, the three year old wandered, humming softly to himself as he looked around. He had not seen many places here yet but he'd always felt strangely attached to the mountains. Perhaps it was because it was the first place he had memory of. It was where he had met his queen. His smile grew at the thought of the smaller Rajier, his humming growing louder, more content. She was his first friend here, perhaps his first friend in life, and he couldn't be more pleased to call her his queen. She was beautiful. Not perfect, of course not, there was no such thing as perfection, but she was great.
A familiar tugging sensation in his chest brought his attention to his surroundings and he stopped humming, looking around curiously, and when his red eyes landed on a strange, horse-like figure not too far away, the tugging increased tenfold. How odd. This was not another Rajier, Titan was sure of that, so who was this? Unafraid, the seventeen-point-two hand draft blooded brute walked over to him. He could feel trickles of some strange power coming off of the creature but he smiled regardless, tipping his head in greeting. "Hello, sir," he said, tone friendly as it always was. Titan did not have an easily triggered temper. He was honest and curious and kind. His goal was to make Fragmentation peaceful, as peaceful as possible. He knew the lands could not be entirely peaceful, not forever, but hopefully he could play his part in making life just a little better for anyone that needed it.
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Post by fleabittengray on Apr 4, 2015 14:30:22 GMT
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Post by fleabittengray on May 13, 2015 19:31:25 GMT
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Post by shokran! on May 17, 2015 1:37:14 GMT
(OOC: coding will suck because I'm using my phone to type this.)
Vanth's mind was growing increasingly empty yet chaotic and thunderous all the same. He was governing an empty dimension and Zion was also static and barren. Why couldn't he have just stayed in the Underworld of Wild Equines? He could have continued on with his plans and his schemes with the numerous equines there. He could have continued to have a glorious time devouring the souls of the innocent and sleeping peacefully as the prisoners raged within their then soulless bodies.
But no, he had to remove himself from the sinful throne there and come here to be reduced to a king of nothing. He still had a throne yes but, without anyone below him, was it really anything more than a three legged ladder? In his boredom, he began to create other-worldly toys out of the sulfuric ash of Hades. He bestowed talents upon them and let them wander throughout the Abyss so he would at least have someone to watch over. After some time had passed, he grew tired of seeing them wander aimlessly about Hades. So he released them upon the mortal realm in hopes it would stir some trouble and give him some means of entertainment. Thus far, he had yet to see any catalytic effect of his sanguine creations but there were some flickers of similiar ceations from Zion.
A presence stirred him away from his reflections and the Devil turned his head. Hello, sir. The vocals rolled like distant thunder over the plains. The other stallion was an other-worldly creation with a possession of the power of healing. Interesting. "Hello, healer. What can I do for you?" The inquiry was simple. Vanth did not fear the unknown abilities of these creations without his signature upon them. He feared no one.
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Post by fleabittengray on May 28, 2015 17:13:53 GMT
Titan knew nothing of how he came to be. He had knowledge of things any other adult would but he had no memory of learning them. He simply just knew. He had morals based on this basic knowledge of the world, of good and evil, which was why he chose to walk the line between Light and Dark. He was a Neutral, the one that was there to keep the peace, to heal and not judge who it was that needed the healing. His name may be Titan, a knew he had no knowledge of getting, but he was not here to fight. He was sure that, if he tried, he could win a fight. His body was large, muscular, slow but steady and firm. He could defend himself and he would eventually be defending others. When the odd creature turned his attention on him, the bay felt shivers run down his spine but his smile never faded, his body never tensed. This creature was evil, he could tell, and when he did finally speak his vocals held power. "Hello, healer. What can I do for you?" His head tilted, running his blood red eyes that were kind instead of deceptive over the other brute's bodice, taking in the odd coloration and odd everything, before lifting his eyes back to the stranger's face, amusement flickering across his facade. "You know of my healing capabilities without me mentioning them, and yet I have no knowledge of who or what you are," he stated, chuckling. "Perhaps what you can do for me is fill me in. My name is Titan and I am, in fact, a healer. One of two, I believe. I have yet to meet any others besides my queen."ooc: shokran! looked fine to me!
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Post by shokran! on Jun 11, 2015 3:09:42 GMT
Omniscience was still something that Vanth had trouble wrapping his mind around at times. It was a grand perk to being the Devil but he missed the game of sifting through someone's actions to find out who they were underneath without being aware of their entire life story and personality upon the thought of them. He knew everything about someone but he could only quasi predict what someone may do in the future. At the same time, even if he did know what someone was going to do, it would interrupt the cycles of life if he intervened or spoke about it to someone who was not supposed to know. It was a difficult advantage to swallow at times. There is also no point in continually letting the cat out of the bag and ruining every surprise for everyone. At other times, he would forget that not every being out there knew that he knew everything. Just like this one. "You know of my healing capabilities without me mentioning them, and yet I have no knowledge of who or what you are," Vanth supposed the horns and wings would have been a slight clue but then again, this equine was of the Original lines. The Original was most likely going through his own personal identity crisis let alone being met face to face with the Devil. Oops. "My apologies, I forget that not everyone knows who I am and not everyone knows that I am omniscient. My name is Vanth and I am the Sovereign Lord of Hades." It would have been pointless to ask for the beast's name since he had already stated he was omniscient. It was inconvenient at worst but glorious at best. It was just something he had to deal with as part of being the Devil and quite honestly, it was not that bad. "Perhaps what you can do for me is fill me in. My name is Titan and I am, in fact, a healer. One of two, I believe. I have yet to meet any others besides my queen." Ah, so he was one of the first Original pairs. Vanth had not created any of his own pets as healers so Titan and the mare must be part of Zion's own creations. Of course Zion would have lay claim to the healers as their first gift. "Ah, then you and the your queen are the only two that exist of your kind. Surely as your relationship with your queen matures, there will be other Original blooded tykes running about with their own healing talents. Do you know where you were created, sir?" Vanth felt no overwhelming need to be horrendously vile to this brute. Not yet anyway. tags // fleabittengray
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