[mature] B A D W O L F || Thana/Raxa

[Gryffen]

a ghost in the darkness.

It was time to have a little fun. Running a kingdom was stressful, organizing the masses exactly the way he likes them, moving pawns into positions. Making other leaders cry and trying to play nice with others he wants on his good side. He needs a release that can’t be satiated by ordinary measures. Sex was boring, fighting was dull. No, he yearns for the olden days when he had taken things apart just to see how they ticked on the inside.

It’s time to find his captive.

A piercing whistle, much like those mustangs use to call each other, splits through the night air to find his beloved Nightmother who has been guarding Raxa. The mare had given a valiant (let foolish) attempt to keep them out of the autumn lands. She had failed terribly. He doesn’t doubt the cobalt mare with the two toned eyes had been finding her own pleasures with the rebel. Now it was his turn. They would find that his methods were much more…. Interesting.

No word is said as he approaches them, red eyes narrowed into thin snake like slits. Only one thing on his mind, his curiosity hungry for more. To see how much she can take before she screams. Striding close to the mare, he raises his skull up and brings it down against hers with a resounding crack. He feels the contact and relishes it, a dribble of blood slipping from his lips that he runs over with a soft tongue thoughtfully. It had been so long since that metallic copper tang had flown over his tastebuds. His own is not nearly as satisfying.

With a snarl he has lunged at her, blunt teeth grasping at her throat as his front hooves slam against her chest. Needing to taste her flesh yielding to his fury, hoping to knock her to the ground. Stun her. Thana had the most useful trait, had ways of manipulating things that he can’t. As he stands over her, blood staining his lips (a mix of his and hers), he grins with pleasure. There’s a mad glint in the depths of ruby red, enjoying the familiar feeling of flexing his power. Of exploring the unknown and dancing on the fine line of death. ”Open her up for me.” He commands to his companion. He wants to see how her muscles work beneath the thin layer of skin. Peel them back, see how they connect.

This mare has no magic that he can sense but he uses his own now. Instantly, as he dives deep into the darkest recesses of her heart, he draws from the kernel of truth that stems from her deepest desire. The white wraith seems to shimmer in front of her as his image fades and is replaced by whatever or whoever it is that Raxa desires most. Breaking them physically was never as entertaining as assaulting them mentally.

Gryffen

@[Raxa] @[Thana]

OOC: Permission from Raxa's character to torture. Also he used his Love Illusion to transform into whatever Raxa desires most. =)

[Raxa]

Even though only a moon or so has passed since Djinni stepped down from her throne, to the brindled mare resting in the small glenn, it felt like an eternity. The reason for this boredom in her mind was because, back when Djinni still ruled, Raxa had responsibilities. She could come and go as she pleased, busy herself with training, spend time with her daughter, and chat pleasantly with her friends if nothing else served to distract her from the thoughts of her own mind.

But not now, not in this miserable plane of existence. Instead of running free among the meadow grass and chasing the birds in the sky, the brindled mare was confined here to the glenn, watched over every hour of the day by the blue roan mare that brought her here after Djinni's abandonment. Raxa had made it clear from the get-go that she did not like the roan mare, and obviously, evidenced by the various marks and healing wounds on her body, the feeling was mutual. Ever since their first encounter, when Raxa tried to stop them from coming into Sylva to take over, the two had an intense hatred. There was also the fact that the blue roan mare could turn into a wolf whenever she damn well pleased. That was highly annoying when it came to fighting, for she had an advantage the brindled mare never would.

A twinge of pain bounced through her hind leg, causing the mare to lift it off the ground, a grimace twisting her delicate features. The memory of when she'd received the wound surfaced, drawing the hatred for the roan mare up once again. Recently, there was some sort of dispute between them (when was there not), which led to the blue roan changing into her wolf form and attacking Raxa, landing a well-placed bite on one of her hind legs. It had only been inflicted about three suns ago, and was still in the process of healing. Explained why it hurt so much anyways.

Raxa surveyed the rest of her wounds, some still bloodied and bruised depending on how long it had been since she received them. Bite marks of both species, lesions does by wolf's claws, bruises, scrapes, and every other kind of wound imaginable. Raxa was even sure that she felt a cracked rib somewhere in there, since sometimes, when she breathed in, a pain made itself known near her armpit and breastbone area.

The mare was sore and tired every minute of the day, made ever worse by the fact that she'd hardly had any water recently. The grass, of course, helped, but only when the mare had an appetite. When she didn't, and needed water, the blue roan had either told her to eat and get the water that way, or, if she was gracious enough, she'd lead Raxa to the nearest source of water and watch her while she drank. Then, as soon as she was done, they'd go back to the glenn where Raxa was being kept and stay there until the cycle repeated itself.

In all, Raxa was hurt, tired, hungry, and thirsty. Two of those problems could be easily solved, save for a few factors. She just didn't have much of an appetite lately, and the pain from the healing wounds didn't make finding sleep any easier. Plus, she didn't trust herself to fall asleep for long around the blue roan. If she was capable of this kind of damage when she was awake, who knows what she could do if Raxa was unable to defend herself, lulled into the darkness of her mind when she was tired?

The silence permeated the forest around the two mares like an unpleasant fog, but considering they didn't speak to each other beyond Raxa's request for water, it didn't bother her. Raxa just did what she could to keep the dark thoughts of her mind away, whether it be looking up to watch the birds fly overhead, watch the sun set, or anything of the like. Anything to keep the dark away...

A loud whistle shattered the silence like glass. Raxa's head went up, ears perked, before she silently cursed how fast she'd moved; a neck wound she had was still fairly fresh and didn't take kindly to that. The birds who had been nesting in the trees nearby took off, letting out a series of calls and screeches, which Raxa took as a sign that danger was approaching. However, for now, she had not the strength nor the energy to move.

Oh how she wished she'd at least tried.

The one to approach the two mares was none other than the cremello stallion that had captured her, his blood-red eyes sending a shiver down the mare's spine. It wasn't the color that unnerved Raxa, but rather the sinister gaze behind them; she knew this stallion was a whole different level of dangerous, moreso than the others with abilities that she'd run into in the past. He liked to play mind games, she could tell, and given the state of hers, she had a feeling that it'd be her downfall.

The stallion waltzed right up to the two mares, but Raxa was starting to back up before he even got close. Her efforts were naught though, due to the wounds on her legs, which made walking difficult, and the cremello knew that. Raxa snorted as he continued to come closer, but could not back up fast enough to get away. His head came down like a snake, hitting the mare's and disorienting her a bit. When he stepped back, Raxa shook her head to clear the dizzy feeling, noting something wet and sticky running down her eye and cheek. She didn't even have to wipe it on her leg to know that it was her blood; as if the red coloring on the cremello's lips wasn't enough to make that clear.

He was on her again in a flash, his teeth poised to hit her neck. She was too focused on that to see the hooves heading for her chest until they'd already made contact, knocking the wind out of her. The cremello's teeth came down in the middle of her crest, biting into her flesh and breaking the skin as easily as one could snap a twig. Raxa squealed in pain, the sound coming out rough and forced from her lungs from the impact to her chest. She tried to remain on her feet, but in trying to get away from the stallion's teeth, and everything in between, her legs gave out and she fell to the ground, her weight crumpling like an old burned tree.

The mare, ever the fighter though, was not willing to give up. She tried to get her legs under her, whinnying in rage when she heard the cremello order the roan mare to 'open her up'. Raxa rolled part-way onto her belly, her hind legs folded so that, if that mare came near her, she could strike out and make her stay away. At least, that was the plan, up until the stallion used his gifts.

Raxa couldn't really tell what was happening at first; all she knew was that she felt different, like something had been placed over her eyes like a thin layer of fog. No other better way to describe it really, since she could still see but felt that something was wrong. She rubbed her eyes against her knee to try and clear it up, and when she did, her electric-blue orbs went wide with fright.

Just a moment ago, where the cremello had been standing, now stood a tall, powerful paint stallion, his familiar black mane and forelock falling down onto his proud face. Not understanding, the mare rubbed her eyes again and again, trying to clear her vision. When nothing changed, and the picture cleared up so she got a good look at him, her voice escaped in a whisper, her throat hoarse from her whinnying and screaming.

"J-J-Jedi...?" she asked, her voice shaking with fright, her mind now completely masked by the cremello's gift. She had never thought she'd see the stallion who gave her a foal again, but now here he was, standing above her, his body poised to strike and, for all she knew, do what he had wanted to do since the day he met her.