Conquered [all Still Waters characters]

Dóiteáin cantered into the land, lava spreading on the ground with every step. The infernal lake was reduced to half its size, what need had a desert horse for water? Several animals fled the lands and he let them. Soon though he came to be in the area of the herd.

It was a proud horse who entered that area. "This is my land now. None may leave, without my consent and none of you, have it!" His eyes touched those before him. "Live up to it, and face the truth, I am the new king of this lad. And you are all mine!"

He snorted as he looked upon her, the one that he had stolen. This was his now, and she was as well. The two foals with her, well, they had no chance against him either. She was older than him, yes, but he knew that though she knew he land, she could not escape his might.

"I wouldn't bother with getting allies to help. This my land now, not yours, Simplicity. As are you," he replied.

"Dóiteáin is my name." The molten lava markings on his hide seemed to glow with every breath, as lava formed where his shadow would be, spreading slowly over the ground.
In every way he was the one in control at the moment.

A big Black mare stood on the very ground of her new home. It seemed lovely enough to her, she decided she'd like it here. It wasn't the desert though and it kind of saddened her. A desert had always been home to her in a way. And it wasn't any different now, she would make the best of it though. She didn't like the fact that their was way to much water. She wanted the heat, it was the life for her. She breathed out a cloud of fire, the only thing she could do.

It would frighten any mare that was not a hellion like her. She was annoyed with those type of mares, annoying they are. She could indeed do without them, they were not special. She though was a hellion and not just any hellion a purebred. She had a reason to be proud of it she descended from the one who had created Hellions. Special she was in a way, but just any normal Hellion she was. She didn't look at herself as not special because she knew of ways to kill. She was smarter than most evil mares, well that's what she would like to think.

She soon saw Dóiteáin and the slave mare Simplicity, even the name made her smile. She seemed worthy enough to only be a slave to her. She felt adrenaline racing through her the urge to kill shot through her. She ignored it though she promised she would not kill her. She walked up to Dóiteáin smiling in a evil manner. " So this is Simplicity the mare you have been talking about?" She glared at the slave, thinking of all the glorious stuff she could do to her. " Seems to be worthy enough to be a slave to me."

He laughed darkly as another cam towards him. He could tell that the older stallion would fight if there were a need. No he was not fool enough to fall for that one. "I won't be leaving any time soon, and as you are not one who roamed here before my coming, I will not fight you for my land either. Why have you come?"

molten lava seemed to spread beneath his hooves, warming the land a little more than it had ever been before he'd come here. Completely calm was he, though he could tell the other was angry. He nodded to Happy though, telling her though that yes, the other was Simplicity.

She turned her head though to a different scent of an Stallion. She was angry how dare anyone enter the land of her stallion. She snorted letting out another breath of fire in front of the other stallion. Warning in her eyes before she turned her head to Simplicity smiling. Wondering what she should do next she turned her head to the stallion. A fool stallion she thought he must be dealing With Dóiteáin. Of course she'd have the fun of listening to the conservation. Anything like this surely would not be boring to listen to. She'd of known that from experience of course.

" Sorry to interrupt but you'd be a fool to think that you could beat him." She smirked at the stallion, whom she did not know his name. Anyway he was a fool for talking to Dóiteáin like that, she knew Dóiteáin could easily win a fight. She was glad that she had chosen him, a smart stallion he was. She didn't need to meet a stupid one like this Unicorn. He was no where close to being capable of beating Dóiteáin in a fight. At least that was what she thought and was almost positive he would win if it came to a fight.

His head raised and the strong toughened mares snorted in the air as he caught the scent of anotehr coming towards his herd. A mare and her colt. Interesting. He'd not won any others of late. Then again others seemed to keep coming here, and soon he would have to start turning them away. Sure he had been the one to extend the hellion grasp of the Secret Valley, but he didn't need everyone coming here.

When he saw her though he knew that she would be very welcome here. He knew that his grandsire had worked for her previous king as a spy, that was, his father's father. Onyx hadn't been much to her, or so others said. Surely she knew that he was Onyx's son?

It did not appear to be so.

he moved now though towards her, noting that her colt had wandered off somewhere. Long as he didn't hurt anyone in his herd, that was fine. Rowen's herd though he cared naught about. Magma flowed from him with every step, though it was carefully controlled this time. For this mare who he moved to greet happened to be Temia, and for her to be here was an interesting thing. What interest in him did she bear?

“Greetings Temia. I am Dóiteáin, leader of Still Waters.” There was clear respect in the words, he knew that she was a very strong fighter and he had no reason to anger her already. He knew a fight when he saw one, and this was one he was certainly not interested in. No instead, she was one that he was more in the interest in having here with him in his herd. Perhaps even as queen.

Happy though was no rival when it came to this at the moment. She was strong yes, but she did not have the presence that came with Temia. He knew Temia was well known in the other lands, and that was something that would be of help for him. This land was slowly changing, warming towards that of the desert that he had left behind, the desert he'd been born and raised in.

“At first I think I was, but then Frenzy came to Inferno Plains and well, the lands seemed to catch onto me, and I can't say I'm annoyed that they have influenced me. Though I have the feeling Onyx won't be pleased that you found me, that is if he even cares about anyone any more. The only one who seems unaffected by Inferno Plain's rilling under Frenzy's rule happened to be my mother, Permisso. None of us can figure that one out. Even Armada feels the land suffering, whereas Permisso seems not to care about that at the moment. She's already too cold of heart to notice little things like that. She sent my sister and I to hell for training with her father, and I think that made us stronger than our father but not her.”
he did not understand things like that, but one day he knew that the skills that his grand sire had given him would be of some use eventually. “I do not really care for many of the others here. Some are naught more than slaves to me. And will remain as such until the day they die.” Happy Go Lucky was bordering the line there between herd mare and slave. Of course, he had not told her that, but what she had said to Armada at the meeting was inexcusable for him. It had been so very disrespectful of her, and he knew it.
“I have yet to deal with her. She has been a little badly behaved, at a meeting I went to earlier.”

He snorted, knowing that he would not think to intervene. She saw potential in Frenzy, did she? Well, he might just see what that potential was. “What is Frenzy planning?” he asked. “If there is to be an alliance with him here, then I should like to know, Temia.” There was no malice in the words, he was simply, curious.
A grin formed on his maw as he watched Temia going over to give Happy a well earned warning. Happy seemed silly at the moment, she did not know what she was saying half the time. It really was annoying him that.

Happy Snorted softly, at the Newcomer. She did not care, and she rather did not care if she was made queen. She was used to others doing this to her. She glared at them annoyed at everyone. Especially on how they were treating her. She was a bad mood and could snap easily. She was growing into a big softy and she could not have that happen. She looked at the slave Simplicity itching to put all of her bad mood on her. She pinned her ears at the sound of Temia Approaching her. And it was that when she snapped, as her trying to give her a scar did nothing.

She did not care about, and she wouldn't either. " Really, cause it ain't like I care. You're just another mare for all I care, And I ain't afraid of you. Rude I might be but, that is how I am and you're no Queen. You just try to be something you're not, Including falling in love with a fool of a stallion. Are you forgetting that I have no feelings and anything you say won't bother me. You might as well be on the light side for all I care."

She lunged at the Mare, ready to tear her throat out. She left her mark as well, one of her Crimson flames lunging out at the mare. " You think to highly over yourself, and that is Unintelligent of a mare." She smirked. Evil as she was she was Wise as well. " And I'm no Scum, and Neither am I staying long enough to deal with A bitchy Queen. Because If I do I just might end up killing you, oh and By the Way I need to take a break, being around you all is turning me into a big softy." Without asking she headed toward the boarders of the land, nothing could stop her.

"I felt him appear even out here. He'll be coming this way, eventually to see what has become of me, and of my sister. He seemed to take quite an interest in us, in what we become as we got older, though I know not why."

"Speak of me and you shall see me," said a cold voice. And just like that, a demonic horse appeared before them, again the land heating up a good twenty degrees when he did, killing many plains. There won't be any of my own in that fight, other than those already upon this world. I come mainly as a helper of those of you who hate the good goddesses and god's already here."
Satan's voice was a dry hiss.

Dóiteáin smiled warily, no one knew the mind of his grandfather that well, not even him himself. Some of the time it was hard to understand where Satan was really from at the moment. The demon seemed unlike the rest of them in many ways.

“Gamma stallion no longer, Temia,” Satan corrected her. “I know of everything that has gone on in these lands, concerning my hellion's. Frenzy is in for more of a fight than he has bargained for, just like the other foolish ones before him.” It was not anything but callousness that showed in his voice as he spoke of the fallen hellions.

“I know your colt will do many things, though some of them not as good as the things you have done, Temia.” Dóiteáin stared at his grandfather in surprise. “Dóiteáin has turned out as I planned for him to do.”

“I did?” Dóiteáin asked.

“Yes. By ridding this land of one of the weaklings, you've managed to do something none afore you have. Invaded the Secret Valley, and tainted it.” Satan smirked. “though there is yet more to be done by you, and you know it.”