Hell's Boiling point [free stallion]

Subject: Hell's Boiling point [free stallion] Fri Jan 28 2011, 16:13

SATAN

Oh he'd heard of the Alaknanda river. There were meant to be mares of all shapes, sizes, and bloodlines there for the claiming. Who would want him, a demonic mix of horse, dragon and demon? Oh they would come, god's seemed to have all the luck here, over these mortals. There was nothing these mortals could do to defend themselves from a god or goddess' charm.

Now though on his own choosing, he was coming there, to sample them for his own time. At first none of them would be able to see him, not till a land warmed about twenty degrees in a few seconds was he truly there. Thus he was able to look around see who was where in the lands.

He saw the mares and stallions courting each other, trying to choose each other. Some stallions he saw being chosen against for a different stallion. It was clear there was defeat for many of these mortals.

Letting the land warm up as was normal to his arrival, he became perfectly visible.

Earthy grey his main body was, he's a perfect mixture of dragon, horse and demon. A dragon like tail with a wisp of white hair at the end, like a lion's. His almost steel grey hooves seem clawed and made of three sections. The rest of his legs are perfctly those of a horse, as is the rest of a normal horses body. His wings are again dragon like, the same colour as the rest of his body, just not scaly. They are very strongly muscled. Ivory maned he was, and it was long and flowing. Fangs for canine teeth, these protruded several inches past his lower jaw. His eyes pure ivory, not a single hint of pupils at all. And two long ebony horns, like a Western dragons, protruded from the back of his head. forked like a snakes, his tongue was long and thin as well. His whole body has an eerie glow to it that seems unnatural.

Stopping in a small glade, he waited for them to come, completely confident that they would.

Subject: Re: Hell's Boiling point [free stallion] Fri Jan 28 2011, 18:55

Syria

Bloody red glistened in the brightened sunlight, heat radiating throughout her massive bodice. Cracks in the bloody pelt spilled out fire, which trickled down her pillars and spread like an ocean over the forest floor. It crept up the vines upon trees, catching on to any plant she walked by. Orange reflected in the raging river as ashen branches fell into it. Malicious laughs escaped her dainty lips as she caught the areas around her aflame. Lashing out with her whip-like tail, she caught some of the woodland creatures aflame too. Their screams brought pleasure to her harks, the way the flesh burned right off of their skeletons leaving nothing but exposed bone. She hadn't had this much fun in many moons.

Now, the temperature was raging over to a heat more than anyone other than a pure hell horse could withstand. All the others were fleeing the lands, leaving the truly worthy ones surrounded in flame. Syria raised her skull high with pride and grinned. It made all the other shrink back with immense fear. One, she set aflame and watched with interest as the fell to the ground in flames. They didn't stand a chance against her - the true princess of hell. As soon as she was bored with their suffering, she would move on to the next one. When every last one of them was conquered, she would find the stag truly deserving of her.

Molten lava poured from her orbs, falling down her features and finally hitting the burning ground with a simmering sound. Finally, she spotted him. Gray was his pelt, like a brewing storm on the horizon, like that smoke that rose from the burning forest. Wings sat by his side, tapered like that of a dragon's. Claws existed on the bottom of his appendages where her flaming daggers were, and horns sat upon his skull. How perfect he was - how demonic. This was the greatest prize - Satan himself.

Syria sauntered confidently up to him, a mischievous expression splattered upon her features, telling him she was the cause of this. "Welcome to our personal hell," she whispered, her cracked pelt glistening as fire brewed below the surface. "You remember me," she searched his orbs for recognition, showing none on her own. Nothingness shone upon her features, and hatred wrapped itself within her smirk.

Subject: Re: Hell's Boiling point [free stallion] Fri Jan 28 2011, 19:06

“You’ve grown in strength, Syria,” he said, showing no recognition of the fact he knew he was the reason for her strength. “Certainly surpassed that of your parents. You look more beautiful now in all the strength you’ve grown controlled of, than you did last time we met.”

His glowing eyes ran over her, watching all the strong highlights of her coat with a surprised eye. She had become a lot brighter since last time they met, she’d only really started to become what she was now back them. Days in hell were very long. Here though they were unpleasantly short.

He was smirking though; he knew there was a game to be played sometimes. “I've been watching you from afar since you left Hell before, and I can definitely say you’ve become one of the true hellions.”

Though she would never be the one to take his place when he died, she was certainly worthy enough to be what she was. If he could have had a second daughter, well she would have been it. Alas he hadn’t had the chance.

“This place is rather disgusting, though the flames certainly add a lot of appeal to it. I know what this place is for, and frankly there are very few deserving of my companionship here. You’d be the first that I've seen so far.”

Subject: Re: Hell's Boiling point [free stallion] Sat Jan 29 2011, 10:10

Syria chuckled as she glanced back at the screaming deer as they were trapped in a cloud of smoke, flames engulfing them. "I suppose you could say that," she replied neutrally, her expression as blank as a sheet of paper. It was true, ever since she left hell, she had been growing in way unimaginable. Everything from her cracked pelt to her orbs that oozed lava screamed evil beyond belief. Every stag was dying to know her, to get her to come with them. How she wished she could be the center of every stallion's herd, but the shame of the matter was, she could only choose one.

The olden days brought back sweet memories of her childhood, those times she had followed him around everywhere like a father. Now, she thought of him as something completely different. Syria still imagined the smell of dried blood on the ground, her beckoning demons to help with her every whim. Everything from a master of fake kindness to mass murdering was her specialty. Those skills had expanded greatly since the time of her departure. "Then, you must have saw how skillfully I killed my mother in battle. I hate her to this day," she growled, her orbs turning dark crimson for a moment at just the thought of the filthy witch.

"I doubt there are many others. If there are, they will interesting opponents," she smirked maliciously, her orbs mulling over any who were left. Frenzy was here, but he seemed to be all too interested in the Brazilian warrior that crowded around his sides, slowly gaining his liking. Syria didn't care - obviously, she had the stronger stag interested, the one that would help her get somewhere in this world. Unlike those attention seeking wenches, she had more classical thoughts on the mind. It wasn't just world domination that she longed for - it was the heat, being as close to hell as possible. Surely, Satan could gift her with that small request, seeing as he lived in the most savage land of all.

Subject: Re: Hell's Boiling point [free stallion] Wed Feb 02 2011, 14:43

He chuckled. "Armada got quite the shock when her own lands heated up around her when I appeared, I have that ability, and i use it well. One of these days though. I shall plan to take a land for my own. To really create hell on earth, something i doubt others have thought about."

He smiled darkly. He knew just where he was going to claim too, though he knew it would not be an easy one to take. There were many things said about that land indeed, but he would do what he had to to take it from its puny leader.

Subject: Re: Hell's Boiling point [free stallion] Wed Feb 02 2011, 16:23

Syria wore a grin as he spoke his words. Indeed, they were words of the wise even though he surely shouldn't speak of taking one's land in public like this. Whenever there was even a notion upon those idiots, they all jumped to conclusions and got their petty little tails in a knot. It was a conspiracy to the entirety of horse-kind how soft and saddened they were by the smallest of actions. Everyone but themselves shared that view of them, from the neutrals in the war to the darkest beasts of the night. Maybe, one day, they would wake up and see the 'true' light, more like - the darkness.

"I suppose you'd like me to come to this land," she grinned, flashing her most evil smirk as the fire upon her neck rose gradually. Ever since she had been brought in this life, her mother had called her a little Sataness. Shouldn't someone like her be with someone like him? They were worthy of each other, and no one else would have been able to fit the description. "But the question is - what will you offer me?" she asked seriously. Of course, he would offer her a degree of power, but how much power would she receive? That would be the key to her answer.

The bloody red fae knew where he was going, and she had to say she was quite interested in his deal. There would be slaves to torture, stags to make run screaming into the night, and others to murder. Syria would enforce her glorious will upon them and make them cower under under her force. Blood would trickle down their pillars, and they would catch aflame just as the woodland creatures had. They would bow down or die!

Subject: Re: Hell's Boiling point [free stallion] Wed Feb 02 2011, 16:57

He chuckled darkly at her words again, knowing that he would easily be able to give her some of the things that she wanted from him. "A position of power within my herd, in the land I choose for my own, for starters." Meaning that she would likely be his queen.

There was much to him that was normally hidden from the sight of others. There was always going to be that soft spot for his daughter, though that remained hidden at the moment. Though her father was a dissapointment, Syria was so much more than that idiot, Flaming Blade of Hell. How dare a fool like him use Hell's name in his own?

Subject: Re: Hell's Boiling point [free stallion] Wed Feb 02 2011, 18:05

"Excellent," she smirked, becoming alive with flames caressing her cracked pelt, molten fire oozing from her core. Beside her, the ground transformed so much that it melted below her daggers. Portals to hell burned right through the upper layer of the earth - it was a technique only the true hell horses could perform. Not hellions, pure hell horses, straight from the pits of hell. Tossing up her bloody red skull, the molten lava poured from her orbs, spilling onto the ground beside them. Flames spilled all upon the river land, the smoldering heat having woodland creatures keel over dead, their stomachs exposed to the poison around them.

Suddenly, thundering daggers raced into the distance. They asked neither if the other was 'ready' to go nor if they wanted to, for the answer was evident. Flames spread over the trail behind her so they would not part until they reached their final destination. Obviously, it was Inferno Plains until they found a land of their own. Apparently, she would meet this 'Frenzy' for herself, judge whether the bastard was worth meeting, worth her time. Of course, he couldn't be as worthy as her mate, but perhaps, they could learn to endure each other. After all, they did have an alliance, and when they got to their new lands, she figured she would be seeing a lot of him. Satan seemed to be fond of the stag.

Syria felt her strides extending as she trailed over flaming rolling hills and down small mountains, her nimble daggers carrying her swiftly and accurately. She leaped from canyon to canyon, from gorge to gorge until she came to the edge of the land. Never had she noticed that it was so large, but then, she noticed that she was already halfway home. They would arrive early. The blazing trail she left would ensure his following.

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