08-16-2015, 12:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-18-2015, 09:55 PM by Kirin.)
SO RICH, SO PRETTY
The Mothers were tending to the younger children, though most of them needed no looking after. Their Father had gone from this world, at least in spirit, had crossed over into the next plane. All that was left was the Iron statue, a shell of the giant, just something to look at now. One day, they would all achieve his greatness, be rewarded with a place at his side, if they could please him. Father wasn’t necessarily hard to please, at least not for most of his children. He liked the dark creatures, the ones prone to revel in despair and violence. Those that enjoyed inflicting pain on others, males, and those that were traited.
Their Father liked his special ones, and now they lived to please him, to carry on his onslaught to the weak and broken. Mother and Branka (also Mother now) had ascended having been the closest to Khaos. They all looked to them for the base of their teachings, the lines of their path, the works they could perform to please their Father. Silver Cove had been relinquished to the Children, overseen by his Father’s two favored mares.
Kirin was flying over the cliffs, wheeling about on thermal air currents, using his powerful breast muscles to thrust into the skies. He was all spectacle, having mastered the talent of flight, the use of his wings. The colt was the only one gifted with flight, with command of the skies. They seemed to each have their own talents, their own uses. He was a pretty boy, a deep eggplant purple that had begun to fade away into a violet. The effect was marbled, spanning over his crown and back, even his wings. The soft feathers would molt, the new growth peppering back in place with the lighter shades, creating a subtlety to his jeweled bodice. His Father would likely be pleased, (if he were still on this plane of life) he had never liked the astounding, vivid purple his winged son was born with. Kirin didn’t mind, so long as he stayed beautiful, so long as he was desired physically, able to lure in prey for his play things.
It was a blessing their youngest sister, Nicia, had inherited a form of their Father’s glory. The girl possessed iron shifting, and without hesitation they rallied around the fawn. She held the magic in place, sealed the Cove to them, the Children. The winged son was intent on gathering the others here, where they should be, their true home. He wanted to find them, all of them, and drag them back. With him, with his little brother, with their sister Nicia, and the Mothers. The place everything had begun, the final home and resting place of their Father. Khaos. Hazel gray eyes spotted the buckskin female, he curled down towards the earth, landing with a soft thump against the ground.
Soaring sadist of Silver Cove
@[Nicia]
She was special and she knew it. How could she not be? She was daddy's perfect little girl. More delicate and pretty than her mother, and the only one with her father's iron. She was born to make him proud. It certainly didn't hurt that the precious little girl had a sadistic streak a mile wide. To be fair she tolerated the mothers, and adored her father. But it was her brothers who held her affection. Nicia loved her brothers more than anything in her tiny world. Kult with his flat uncaring stare, and Kirin with his beautiful coloring and mighty wings. They were perfect for each other, those three. Each brought a different form of torture to the table. Even Fraktyr held a piece of her heart, though he was far too kindly to be much use. Nicia liked to keep him around purely for her own entertainment.
Today Nicia left the side of the mothers in favor of her own curiosity. It was after all a sign of a good ruler if they knew their land, and once she was old enough she would follow in her father's footsteps. And as it was the mothers were boring her today. Killgore was fun to listen to most of the time and Branka gave her nourishment, but they didn't feel the desire to maim and murder like her brothers did. Not that torture was all they thought of, it was just a game they liked to play. It was her brother Kult's favorite. How often had they looked at the bones and insides of small creatures together? He was always kind enough to show her his latest trophies and she loved him for it, but her pleasure came from the lure and the chase.
It wasn't long until she saw the winged shadow of her favorite brother. Squealing happily she danced in place, waiting for him to land so that she rush to his side for a cuddle. No matter what, she would always have her older brother by her side. Once she was grown they would rule together, luring the weak and unsuspecting to their demise.
With a happy laugh she prances around her favorite purple brother, gently tugging on his wingtips and rubbing against his sides like a cat. "Hi big brother! How was your flight today?" The little girl is all sweet smiles and wide eyes showing a side reserved only for Kirin. Nicia Is it sick of me to need control of you
(ooc: sorry it's kinda garbage :/)
SO RICH, SO PRETTY
He curled down towards the earth, landing with a soft thump against the ground. A puff of dust floating over his feet, to which he looked with irritation. He didn’t want to be dirty, not right now, not when he was visiting with his darling baby sister. Kirin liked to have his way, naturally, and when he did not he could be quite the little shit. He had to refrain from a tantrum, Nicia had already reached him, pulling playfully at his wings. A sunlit gloss shone off them, reflecting on her pale coat, bending hues of blue and green from the plum.
He permitted very few to touch his wings, to grab or pull at the fine feathers, obviously Nicia was one of them. Nicia was mainly permitted her little heart’s desire, and Kirin was far from one to deny her wants. Kult could too, if he wished, but the boy wasn’t really the touchy-feely type. A small, inappropriate smile threaded its way across his eggplant maw. The little minx curving her silky skin across his own as he stood rather still, appendages still half extended. When Nicia pulls away he uses his left, the one he favored, to trace along the girls spine. He could imagine her now flat, boyish frame extending into curves in all the right places as she grew. Oh, he loved his Sister very much.
He is always offered grins with shining doe-like eyes from the girl, luckily for her she was far prettier than Mother Branka. Kirin decides he is finished with petting, tucking his feathers into his side, eyeing one that protruded out of place. Hot streams of air flee his nose, as his hazel eyes narrow in irritation. He can barely provide an answer, but manages a short unfocused response. ”My sweet, it was..Pleasing.” Ivories jut forward with his jaw and he snags the stray from its place, tossing it to the ground.
Soaring sadist of Silver Cove
Nicia shivers under her brothers gentle carress, happy noises tickling their way out of her maw. Her beautiful brother knew just how to make her happy. And soon enough she would be able to do the same. So alike were the siblings in thoughts and desires.
The golden girl pouts softly when the wingtip disappears from her back. She presses a quick kiss on her brother's neck while listening to him speak. A bubbly laugh worms it's way past her lips while she watches him struggle with his vanity. Oh her beautiful brother. How much the sadistic little girl, the iron heir, adored him. Vibrant eyes track the violet feather as it drifts to the ground, and quickly she pounced on it, delicately picking it up and tangling it in the base of her downy mane.
"Now I can be like you!" Nicia exclaims in a way only a child could, all quivering excitement and bright eyes. Under the sweetness though, they both know just how alike they are. "So my dearest brother, will you take me to the playground? There must be something fun to play with there." The girl knows she'll get her way. She always gets her way. But with Kirin, she wanted him to agree. She craved his touch and kind words and respected his opinions more than any others, especially the mother's. That's why she waited so patiently in the hopes that her dear brother would take her to find some fun. Nicia Is it sick of me to need control of you
SO RICH, SO PRETTY
Time's and places, for everything, there always was. He watches impishly as Nicia's face falls, he disliked when she frowned. Her tawny features drooping, pouting in her displeasure. For one he liked to see her happy, when she was happy, he was happy. Secondly, ladies shouldn't frown, it would cause wrinkles, and wrinkles didn't look good on anyone. "Nicia dear, don't be upset." He croons, silky alto stroking music across even his own ears. He had a sweet voice, rich and smokey, heavy with spice and cream. Kirin encompassed what might make up a stiff drink, one you only drank when you made 6 figures. "You know frowning isn't very becoming of you." He was standing tall and straight, all sophistication. Appearance was very important to Kirin, he enjoyed beautiful things, and he would do everything he could to keep his sister that way. He worried though, even now, even at his tender age. One day they would grow up, they would grow old, and they would not be beautiful. They needed to put a stop to that, to find the secret to an everlasting life, the both of them.
She laughs, of course, at his impatience. This pulls a smirk to the purple boys mouth, as he watches her scoop up the feather for her own. It clings in her hair now, tangled up in the strands just right as to stay put. "Yes, just like me, you're absolutely exquisite." A flick of purple wings again, gently brushing her mane where the feather was laced. She didn't need wings to make him happy, she had something better.
"We can visit the playground if you want, Kult says it's rather dull though." His face drops, pulling down the sides of his maw, but he recovers. No wrinkles for me thanks. He hadn't spent much time in the playground to be truthful, but Kult had gone once. The youngster had told Kirin there weren't many foals to frequent it, and hardly any who wanted to play. Well, play by Kult's definition of the term. "We can try, I'd like to look for the others. Our brothers and sisters, they should be here with us." He hated to think of his kin being housed somewhere like the Gates, he shivered slightly at the thought. Disgusting.
Soaring sadist of Silver Cove
idk what this is, i'm sorry :|
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