| All that I need is for you to be bleeding, From my homicidal kiss |
The nightmare stalked the shadows of the Jungle, enjoying the feeling of raw power that seemed to emanate from the place. Being amongst a group of warrior women, sisters, made the old girl quite content. After Morgenstern she had no desire to become the play thing of some buffoon. Men irritated her, plain and simple. Although it WAS fun to make them think she was a meek docile thing, and then chase them off screaming in agony. Ears flicked forward, hearing the sounds of many hooves converging on the interesting tree she had spotted earlier. A faintly familiar scent breeched her nostrils, dragging a smile from her lips. Scorch. This must be the initiation she had spoken of. Feathered limbs and massive hooves moved Alptraum through the undergrowth, the clinging shadows caressing her inky hide. Today she would pledge her allegiance to the Jungle, and her protection and support to it's band of sisters. Coming upon the meeting, she stood off to one side, watching as Scorch made her pronouncements. She looked at the electric palomino and they steeled grey woman as Scorch named them, a wry smile touching her blackened lips as she imagined how interesting it would be to spar with either of them. As the Khaleesi spoke her name, she dipped her head in acknowledgement. As the murmurs settled, she stepped forward slightly so that light shone upon her scar riddled body as she took the oath of loyalty to the Jungle. To the Jungle, I swear my service in life and death. To this kingdom, I swear my blood and my body. To my Sisters and Brothers, I swear my loyalty and love. Stepping back into the warm caress of the shadows, she felt a faint warmth snake it's way up her right foreleg and onto her chest. Stretching out her right foreleg, she peered down at the deep green vine that now snaked it's way up the dark limb. The strange warmth continued itself upon her right shoulder, and although she could not see it, a silvery venetian death mask appeared. Quite fitting really, considering all the death she had and could cause. Her dark voice rippled from the umbrage, looking at the grey general as she spoke. I would join the war caste if so allowed. There I would be most happy. Or as happy as I get anyway. |
| Alptraum Mare 10 years Black (Ee/aa) Percheron x Friesian 18 hands No Consort, The Jungle, No Hellspawn Sael |
| You see, I'm not like those other girls, baby I'm your bloody creature poster girl |