the cogs in the machine / / open

[shokran!]

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 ridge before him and the Vile King unnecessarily inhaled the salty air currents. The sodium particles nipped at his nasal passages, forcing them to crinkle and twitch. The ridge seemed to not have many visitors as there were none here besides himself now. It was peaceful here 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 on the ridge, then things could change but it was only a waiting game now.

word count | 428
tags | none/open
notes | none

[fleabittengray]

The air was chilled around her and, given that her pelt never grew very thick no matter how cold it got, the petite female was cold. And she hated it. She wanted to find someone to keep her company and, more importantly, keep her warm. She wanted to feel a body above her's, overpowering her in the best way possible, making her weak in the knees but not stopping until both of them were ready to collapse from exhaustion. That had actually happened to her, once, and the stupid fuck she had been with had gotten scared. She thought he was going to end up crying, thinking he had hurt her or something, but, well, that's what she got for seducing some young, Light virgin but he had been cute and... well, around a cute guy, she just couldn't control herself. She had to seduce them. Had to make them take her. But now, here, in Fragmentation, no one knew her and she hadn't met anyone aside from a single mare who had been a bit of fun but now she wanted someone else, someone more, but it didn't seem like there were many big names around here...

Sighing in annoyance, the dappled vixen lifted her tiara and pranced through another new place, one that was different from the one she had previously visited. There didn't seem to be many scents in the air but, eventually, she did pick one up and her ears pricked, an innocent smile upon her lovely maw and she called out to whoever it was that was here as well. She arched her neck, batting her eyes as she looked around before the swirled caramel orbs landed on the figure of quite an outstanding creature. She arched a brow, curious but not frightened, because Lolita would never admit to being afraid of anything, and curiously moved toward him. "Quite cold to be out all alone, isn't it, darling?" she cooed at him, adding on a giggle as her tail flicked gently against her haunches.

[shokran!]

The weather was not troublesome to Vanth. The vile heat of Hades warmed the void in his soul so hot that his vessel was just as temperate. If someone touched his flesh, they probably would think that he was ill and contending with a dangerous fever. However, he was perfectly healthy and fine, despite being immortal. The beast tucked his gargantuan wings along his spinal column a bit more neatly as he surveyed the crashing waters below the ridge. Claret spheres grazed the damp surface of the jagged rocks below as ivory crested waves belligerently struck them. The Devil mused in silence as the sea breeze taunted him with its wintry caress. The stark contrast of the atmospheric temperature and his own body caused a subtly opaque steamy haze to lift in pliant swirls from his vessel. The sea breeze was quick to do away with the evidence though.

A ripple of thoughts entered the area and an ebony rimmed hark twitched in the equine's direction. Sexuality dripped from this equine's mind and a soft sigh escaped the brute. Whores were not his cup of tea. The Devil himself was a virgin and was turned off by the presence of sluts and the unbound wanton of lust. It served its purpose in the foul schemes of Hades but nymphomaniacs were not personally useful to him. The Lord of Hades waited until the minx was within his vicinity to acknowledge her. Her perfume was overwhelming. "Quite cold to be out all alone, isn't it, darling?" Her lyrics were poured into a refined glass rimmed with honey and the toxin of ignorance. The winged and horned beast turned his crown to lay his crimson orbs upon her frame. As he did so, tongues of fire erupted at his hooves and trailed hot pathways up his limbs without burning his flesh. The heat was breath taking and the flames growled with an ominous purpose. "Quite dangerous for you to be out all alone, isn't it?" He replied to her with his own inquiry. She was not frightened by him but she should be. If the mood so struck him, he could snap her neck with an invisible external force and leave her to die. Ignorance was truly bliss, wasn't it?

word count | 377
tags | fleabittengray with lolita
notes | he's kind of grouchy x3

[fleabittengray]

She had never seen a creature like this one before. She could not yet see the horns on his head as he was facing away from her but he had leathery wings. It was quite strange but, unlike others mares that would have been afraid, she was curious. Was she seeing things? Was this some sort of hallucination? She doubted it. Lolita had never had hallucinations before, thank god, because she didn't want to be crazy. Sure, some tended to call her crazy because of her sexual habits, especially other mares that grew jealous when their mates wanted a piece of her instead of sleeping with them at night, but she paid little attention to them. They were nothing compared to her. Lolita was beautiful. Perfect. She was everything a man could ever want. She kept herself in shape and healthy though who wouldn't be in shape when they traveled so much? She rarely stuck in one place for longer than a few months because she tended to cause trouble for herself and others. She had torn plenty of families apart. Did she care? Not at all. She didn't give a shit about family and love or friendship.

When the beast did finally turn to look at her, her brow shot up in surprise but she giggled again, tilting her head as she observed the horns sprouting from his head like he was some sort of deer. And then, suddenly, there was fire. It was instinct to jerk away from the heat but she was still not afraid. Nervous, sure, but fearful? Not at all. Maybe she had stumbled across a place where magic existed. She had always heard tales about it but had figured those that spoke of it were just... stupid or something. "Quite dangerous for you to be out all alone, isn't it?" He did not sound pleased to see her and the three year old pouted, huffing out a breath. "It's not nice to threaten a lady," she retorted as she took a few, curious steps toward the figure. She wanted to reach out and touch him but at the same time... she could feel the heat from this far away. Why take the chance of leaving hideous burns on her flawless body?

[shokran!]

The Devil stood with his neck arched and his top line solid. What did she want? Granted, it was not quite like him to be so stand-offish towards strangers. Usually he welcomed them but he was not in the greatest of moods. He had left his former throne for no real reason except for himself. Now he had taken up this one as if he was gaining revenge upon someone he loathed. In some matters, he was. He loathed himself. He loathed all of his previous choices and his previous statements. He never regretted becoming the Devil but he regretted some of the choices he had made while claiming that title. He had let some things overtake him and steer him away from who he was happy being. He wasn't happy with who he was being right now either. The gentleman was gone and had been replaced with a cold, stoic beast that tensed up at the sight of another equine. If he had to be positive about it, maybe the change of scenery and the change in individuals to contend with would help him return to his former self.

She was not afraid nor perturbed by his appearance or his power. He could shake the earth apart and spark an inferno for the entire territory. She was ignoring her instincts. She still stood in the wake of flames. Vanth used to find some level of curiosity and respect for those that defied their instincts. Now? Not so much and he couldn't really explain why. Perhaps it had been at the fault of many that he had known in Wild Equines, that had defied their instincts and used it to challenge his authority. There were too many faces he could remember from that place that had bore knives and nails into his mind with their syllables and their intentions. He knew what they said of him and what they said to him. They were fairly congruent statements but that did not mean he was any less infuriated about them. But, he was also hoping this place would let him forget those faces. After all, that is what they wanted -- to never be forgotten for their resilience in whatever the situation was. He had banished them from the Underworld and he would eventually exile them from his mind. It may take time but he had all eternity.

"It's not nice to threaten a lady." Her tones came out in an abrupt huff of carbon dioxide. The term 'lady' struck the chord of the gentleman within him but the beast still wanted to play. "A 'lady' does not wander alone when she is in her prime period to bear a child nor does a 'lady' prompt an unknown beast." Vanth's visage lost all emotion as he spoke. 'Ladies' did not exist anymore. 'Ladies' did not find him. 'Ladies' did not see the light of day, if someone was prudent enough to properly take care of them, if they ever did exist in any realm and any region of the world. Sluts, war maidens, queens, and grotesque she-devils in Hell were the only types of females that existed. This mare was no 'lady'.

word count | 530
tags | fleabittengray with lolita
notes | i think he's turning into a woman hater v.v

[fleabittengray]

Every instinct of her's was screaming at the rusty minx to run with her tail tucked between her legs but still she stood there, observing the beast with curious caramel eyes which were slightly narrowed, head cocked to the right with a furrowed brow. He did not seem too pleased to see her, which puzzled the curvy vixen because almost every guy she came across was excited to see her! Of course, the young demoness just took this as a challenge. Was he gay? Well... she had made at least one gay stag curious about her before and she had always been eager to try it again. Perhaps today wold be the day? "A 'lady' does not wander alone when she is in her prime period to bear a child nor does a 'lady' prompt an unknown beast." A brow arched as a coy smile spread across her maw, a quiet chuckle falling from her lips as she gave a gentle shake of her head. "I don't give a damn about children, Sir," she replied quietly with a shrug of her shoulders. "If I became pregnant I would simply find a way to abort the child or abandon it once it was born. I don't plan on ever being a mother, regardless of if I have children. They can go bug some other mare to feed them and take care of them." She was so apathetic toward children. Perhaps it was from being raised by her whore of a mother who cared more for men than for her only daughter. Her father had been kind but she had only known him for the first three months of her life before her and her mother were kicked out of the herd. At first, so young, it had bothered Lolita but these days the three year old hardly thought about it and, when she did, she felt nothing. No resentment toward her father or her mother or the men that had started paying attention to her when she was approaching her first year of life.

ooc: i can always bring creep over to fangirl over him? she doesn't even care about sex. she just wants to chill with him. xD

[fleabittengray]

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