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 Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2024 5:05 pm
This is a private role-play between Asmodeus (Calixita) and Vanaheimr (Nayci), plus Malphas the familiar.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2024 9:20 pm
Asmodeus was growing impatient with how long it was taking for the foal he'd stolen from Nymphalidae to come out of its basket. He'd been patient thus far, ritualistically soaking the basket in blood and other barbaric rituals in the hopes of the foal inside emerging with the great power he'd been bestowing on it. He was beginning to doubt it was actually working. Wouldn't a stronger foal have pushed open their basket by now? He'd been tempted to rip the thing open himself a time or two, but managed to restrain himself. He had to be patient. Surely, all his hard work would pay off and the spirits would give him the terrible beast he wanted, to raise into a perfect, obedient attack dog. Perhaps that kind of strength just needed more time to incubate.
Even without all of that, the foal inside still had demon blood in his veins. Asmodeus had never met Nymphalidae's mate, but she'd been under his spell the moment they met -- she had no reason to lie about the father of her children."Master!"The call from his familiar pulled Asmodeus out of his thoughts, and he stood up from the mossy bed he'd made for himself as the bat flew closer. The expression on Malphas' face looked gleeful, so he hoped the bat came bearing good news. "Speak," he demanded.Full of excitement indeed, Malphas couldn't even stay still long enough to land. "The basket, it moves! The beastie inside is trying to get out!" The bat laughed gleefully; master had been waiting for this moment for so long! He would be in a good mood now, and Malphas was eager to see his master's plans all fall into place.That did get Asmodeus' attention. Without waiting for Malphas, he rushed past the bat to where he'd kept the basket, tucked away in the corner of his cave, surrounded by moss and leaves to keep it warm. It would be useless to the kalona if it went and died on him, but Malphas had done an acceptable job keeping it safe. Indeed, the basket was moving.
Asmodeus brushed aside the makeshift nest with his tail... and waited.
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2024 1:46 pm
Restriction.
Too tight, too small, too much.
It was too much.
Escape.
He must escape!
A stretch of his legs didn’t do much to break his confines, and it took a much stronger stretch of his hind legs to first break through the weaving that made up his home. Another stretch of both his hind legs and front legs broke the basket further, and with a pop the top came off as well. It was much brighter than in his home, and the young foal found himself temporarily blind as his legs pushed and flailed to get the basket pieces away from him.
Where was he?
Who was he?
He continued to blink and shook his head to clear it, thoughts still muddled from his long sleep. He felt movement behind him, fluttering across his back lightly as his wings started to unfurl. Translucent, pink and green, butterfly wings fluttered as they took their place upon his shoulders. One of the first things he could see clearly, they were so pretty. He liked him. He liked them a lot. But there was still much work to do. He needed to stand.
Wobbly.
Almost unsure.
The young colt did just that, began the first attempt at standing up. Legs splayed, but not yet buckling, he pushed upwards through pure strength. Almost there. He could do this. He knew he could do this. And so, he did. The first attempt wasn’t fully successful, he buckled backward and landed on his hindquarters, but he wasn’t swayed to stop. He went again, and the second attempt was successful. Standing upright for truly the first time, he was finally sure enough of himself to take a proper look around as his eyes finished adjusting to the light.
It was then he realized he wasn’t alone. A pink one staring at him, big and strong. And a purple one fluttering around the pink one’s head.
And they were speaking.
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