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Date Posted: 19:17:06 04/06/02 Sat
[ Years after the legend of The Wish Of The Devil found herself in a virtual hell atop earth, after Purgatory followed her elder sister's steps and was forsaken to the mortal world, after Krymsyn too found his way to the outter layer of the planet, a fourth daemon equine rose from the pheonix ashes, hooves freshly planted upon the earth. This story is her beginning. ]
Silence in the form of a dull deafening roar shadowed over the dying land, bringing a thick shroud of inky conspiracy, shadows molding over the terrain like seran wrap, clinging intimately. The soft icy blinking of stars in the heavy sapphire backdrop granted an almost mystical touch to the infinite surroundings. Sleep wound it's way throughout the area, leaving a layer of unconciousness to settle about like an old friend. In the midst of the dampened senses, a gentle earthquake spread wings and rattled the ground, one plate of earth slowly crackling away from another, a large gash ripping in the tender soil. Thick plumes of smoke wound their way skywards, blotting the stars with their gritty fingertips. Heat emenated from the wound, the festering stench of sulfur riding on the firework drops of molten steel.
Between the havoc and chaos, a figure emerged, following well worn footsteps to a new land. Cautious limbs stabalized beneath her body, shivering slightly from the extreme chill of earth. Ruby sweatdrops fell towards the earth, hissing terribly as blades of grass torched beneath their weight. The equine jumped slightly as the earth began closing herself, allowing a light scar to seal across the crevice.
Thick pelt of steel hue shimmered beneath the once again visable moonlight, chilly shadows casting over the two-toned hide, skin of ebony dotted with a salt and pepper of silver and ebon strands. Thick shading flows easily across sturdy limbs, breaking suddenly at dulled gray hooves. Ashen hue taints across ears and lips as well, dashing around optics to give a slightly raccoon gaze. Thick waves of melted ivory hues flow past hocks, cropped strands feathering out from the neck to provide a short mane. Heavy forelock flows down, longer than the rest of her mane, sheilding minutely before dark, soul-searching optics.
Bloodlines heavily filled with daemon arabic heritage flow throughout obsidian viens, allowing for teacup muzzle and slender figure, large optics and nares also attributed to the fine breeding. Hesitant step forth is taken, female still quivering with the sudden chill her trip from hell brought. Senses begin their search at once, taking the onslaught of smells and sights well due to high amounts of training.
Carefully she begins forth, her young eyes glancing at everything, her motions fluid, beautiful, much like poetry in a physical form. Unscathed body shifts instantly into the thicket, tree shadows seeming to eat the mare at once. Carefully she begins her search, seeking any of three beings.
[ After much searching in a conspiracitory manner, the mare found one of the three beasts she searched for, her name, Purgatory. ]
Ashen jaw drops, motions halting suddenly, optics straining to see through a thick mesh of emerald leaves. Ruby red body of the prey tenses, the steel mare suddenly cautious. Clearing her through lightly, she calls outwards, lifting her head at the same moment, in hopes of not frightening the unsuspecting find.
"Purgatory?"
The red vixen jumps, slashing outwards without aim, hitting nothing in her sudden rage. Shrieking slightly, she backs up, nostrils flaring, optics venomous.
"Purgatory," the younger female calls out, staying still as she does so.
"Who are you?" Purgatory demands, her voice spat out like acid.
"I am known as Murder She Wrote. I am your younger sister."
[ Aha! So, this mare is related to Purgatory. It certainly would explain her arising from the pits of hell. After much speech, Purgatory agreed that they were related, and helped Murder find her two other suspects. The second she found after much hunting. His name, Krymsyn. ]
The deep bay stallion danced across the meadow, seeming to flirt with the few mares glancing his direction, yet at the same time he stalked a small rabitt. Leaping, the brute suddenly tore the flesh from the prey, leaving a broken-necked rodent to fall at the feet of his audience. Several shrieked, yet one took a step forwards, a malicious grin plastered across ashen lips.
"Krymsyn?"
Bay skull lifted, masculine interest suddenly landing upon the female. "Are you not disgusted with my actions, fair lady? I thought all females found pointless death to be immoral."
"I am not a moral being," she argued softly.
"Then you say you enjoyed my sporting actions?"
"I did," she responded truthfully, a soft smile painting her lips.
A bit taken aback by the statement, the quick-witted beast found something more to say. "Then you should accompany me sometime. I'm certain I would adore the company of such a fine young lady."
A light giggle bubbled forth, the mare silent admonishing herself for such airheaded actions. "I would love to accompany you on a hunting trip, however, you should not be speaking such words to me."
"Oh? And why not?" the stallion asked in curious tones, although his mind was already half contemplating his next murder.
Carefully, the mare leaned her skull forth, muzzle lifting to stallion ear, secret shared. "I am your sister."
[ So, related to both Purgatory and Krymsyn, who themselves are not related. Half sister perhaps? But who next? What other beast might this young imp have ties to? The answer, The Wish Of The Devil. ]
Swallowing carefully, she wandered the forest, her mind replaying several warnings recieved from her previous encounters. Krymsyn, although he'd never met Wish personally, had warned of stories he'd heard. Thousands of stallions, it seems, had had their fun with the poor mare, taking their turns smashing her heart against the trees. Krymsyn himself had said he'd thought of finding her to see what there was left to toy with, but upon hearing that she had a stallion, he'd neglected, not from fear, but from laziness. Purgatory had stated how Wish was extremly elusive and thick-skulled. She was also persuasive, and would most likely end up converting the new, young mare. That, however, didn't make Murder think twice. It only made her think more cautiously.
Lifting her head above the dense shrub before her, dark optics became wide at the scene. There, before her, lay an illusion almost, something unimaginable. A glorious angel lay beaten upon the ground. Wish's body was tattered with scars and wounds, marks of anger and hatred, some rumored to be placed there by her own actions. Dust and dirt clung to the thick blood red hue, leaving a dull, matted impression. Muscles appeared weak, skin barely strung across them. Waves of ebony lay in the dirt, a dusky hemp quality to the strings.
Taking a deep breath, she moved forth, unable to bear the sight of her gorgeous sister any longer. Memories of watching the awesome warrior from her fiery caves flooded her mind, images of a proud demonic mare standing her ground against dozens of stallions, corpses laying in her wake. Now, Murder thought, she looks like a dog beaten one too many times by his master.
With these thoughts, her mind became clouded, and both females were startled into action by the twig snapped beneath the youngers weight. Murder yelped slightly, leaping backwards. Wish leapt to her feet, dashing away only to come forth again, prepared for retaliation.
"Who the hell are you?"The elder demaneded, her body quivering with anxiety, unwilling for another battle in her messed up life.
"Calm, please be calm," Murder begged, trying to avoid the harsh glare and few swips Wish took.
"You've just met your death," Wish warned before lunging.
Murder dove away, the elder mare's teeth grazing against her flanks deep enough to allow trickling blood. "No, please, calm your fury Wish."
The mentioned mare suddenly halted, glaring daggers towards the younger. "What did you just call me? You have no right, you vagabond child!"
"No, you don't understand! I'm your sister!"
Apparently, these words held nothing, for Wish still lunged forth, grasping her relative in a vice-like grip, teeth digging against Murder's withers. Finally, once she ripped away, she began stalking off. "Take that as your warning, wench. Come near me again and you won't live to tell the tale."
"I'm glad you haven't lost your rage," Murder commented, hoping her words might lure the elder back.
They did peak her interest. "You speak as though you know. I've never seen you before. You know nothing."
"I know everything, Wish! You're my sister, I told you! I was born in Hades, just as you were, with Lucifer as a father! He showed you to me and told me that I'd meet you some day!" By this time, Wish had halted, glancing backwards to the younger one's words. "The Equine Council, they scoffed and mocked me! They called me the sister of a betraying broodmare. But still, He left me come here, to see you. Please, believe me Wish."
With a heavy snort, she began walking once again, shifting deeper into the thick catacombs of the forest. Murder simply followed, keeping her distance, yet still babbling away. "Wish, please don't turn away from me. Where have you to go? Your adopted child has left you, not that you ever knew her. You've all but forsaken your stallion. Please, allow me to heal you."
"Heal? You, filly, don't understand the first thing about pain. How can you heal that which you do not know of?"
"Then teach me! Allow me to be the child you've always wanted, the spawn you've always dreamt of. I know you Wish, perhaps more than you know yourself. Do not forsake me as well."
Suddenly, the elder mare turned upon her heel, glaring towards her supposed sister. "Fine, perhaps you are related to me, but what do you want? Are you here to speak of how He hates me? Or to tell me lies of how He might one day take me back. I want to hear nothing from you, so be gone, fool."
"No! Wish, you don't understand. Why won't you understand? Are you doing this to spite me? You've lived a hard life, now I must to? Is that it?"
"Hard life?! You don't know the first thing about a hard life. You obviously got to grow up in Hades, with your Father, with the Equine Council. You were allowed the warmth. I spent a few mere moments there before being thrust up here, and I've never been allowed back since! You can never understand that!"
"I envy you, Wish! I hated it down there. They mocked me. The Equine Council. They mocked my relations, but I was proud of you. Has anyone ever been proud of you Wish? The Tempter? No, he left you here to wither away. Purgatory? No, she left as well, unwilling to take you back to Hades, even in punishment. Oblivion's Master? No, he only loves you. But me? I'm proud, I'm thrilled. Wish, I beg of you, be my teacher, be my mentor."
[ Without spoken words, Wish seemed to take the young mare under her wing, tutoring the daemon as she never was. Yet still, there might be hope for Murder. She's extremly young and naive, and perhaps she still has a cleansed soul to be saved. Or maybe someone can give her teaching as Wish cannot. Will she be persuaded in either direction to leave Wish? ]
OOC - If I had the energy after writing all that, I'd put a real post in here, but I'm lazy, heh. I'm going to be rping her a lot tho, so I might write another post for her tomorrow or something. You can respond to this if you want, but it's supposed to be stuff that happened like in the last couple months or something. She was supposed to have been here and been tracking down her relatives, and anyways, now she's 'known' and such, so, yeah, rp with her, lol, cause I think she rocks. ;] I'll have her pic done soon. I'd have that if my mouse weren't being such a... well, a bunch of words that I really shouldn't say here. =^.^=
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