This is what you call a "home"?

[Azrael]

The noxious scent of this strange and ignorant land tickled his nostrils, the perfume of life saturating each strand of his demonic garb. Maybe the air was poisonous, at least to one who has spent eternity in the stars, mingling among the higher-ups and what have you. Maybe Azrael just couldn't comprehend a life where he wouldn't be stealing the future from others like one steals a precious belonging-- not stealing really, more like...wiping the slate clean. Isn't that what they called it?

Azure lookers prodded the horizon for any approaching beast, equine or otherwise, but nothing was to be found. The little freaks didn't even know he was there yet. How safe could this forsaken hole be? All the prince had done was waltz right on into their territory, no fuss no muss. But perhaps they saved their encounters for darker hours...and perhaps the heavenly baron shouldn't underestimate his new community, what experience did he have with the mortal world? Very little, nothing more than what was required for the job...

With a sudden bout of agitation, a shrill tenor song lashed from between his lips, the cutting notes twisting and curling around the nearby trees, their green leaves turning black with death, shriveling to the ground in tortured lumps. Corpses, always death and corpses. Maybe that would get their attention.

Flicking his voluminous tassel, the beast continued forward, closer and closer to the heart of the land...

[» leviathan. ]]]

Lungs hounded down the oxygen as quickly as it could be consumed, ticker pounded furiously, an adamant protest to the exhertion being placed on it. Yeah, yeah, I know. Bitch and moan all you want my leg's will keep moving. Spoors tickled the sparse tendrils within the duke's nairs, alerting him to the prescence to another. A stallion? Wonderful. Yes, there was a certain distaste in the air for contacting any creature of the male persuasion. So called "friends" weren't well known to the likes of them. Leviathan, a leader such as he had meerly deciples and whores, but no friends. Pools of deep amythest honed in on the likes of this Azrael. How the rest would go over, no one knew for sure. That was the thrill of having Leviathan as king, what you got would always be a mystery. But what you see is what you get. A domineering poster was taken as the seal form ripped its way through the vines, bucking and flailing as he intersected the path of the brute. An ear shattering pitch was achived, one meek squeal and you're already blacklisted, way to go, buddy.

Sizing up the boy against himself, Leviathan was visibly preturbed. What are you doing here? And why the hell do you whave to scream so loud? Sneering, the monster turned to him with a look of disgust. A new stallion? Occs rolled in aggitation as he made his way around the stallion, cataloging his features in the event that he'd have to be chased down and flogged for a crime of some sort -- whatever that may be, Leviathan was positive there would be one. Those stallions, always mare hungry and willing to defy great royalty for their demons. Is the tree minutes of screwing some whore worth the three hours of being beaten afterwards? The decision is yours. Pathetic. I would have half expected another mistress by this point. However, to make it officail, I'm Leviathan, this land is mine, my word is law, and you'll follow it or be slaugtered. You wouldn't be the first.

Pausing for the reaction, Leviathan's mind wandered freely. Another mare here would have sort of a ring to it, indeed it would. Meerly trophies to add to the collection, and dust off when one became bored with the current pick of the week. Queens be dammned, this rogue had a taste for the solo life, but hell, whatever floated your boat. Harks pinned back in mock aggitation as he greatly awaited a comeback, whatever this bastard had to toss at him he'd be able to comeback. He'd dealt with more shit then the word "comprehension" could hope to describe. And what of it did this insignificant nusiance know? Nothing.

[fudo]

Malarkies turned from their coffins; erecting 'pon the tiara of the duchess as a sneer of disgust crossed the her tablet. Momentary submission broken as Fudo propelled her lithe diaphragm towards the scream that seemed to ring endlessly within her ear drums. Cologne of not only the newcomer, but Leviathan clouded her nasal canals as the distaste only deepened across her mug. She was just another one of his bitches, and although she was intrigued by the Patriarch meant nothing that she actually had to like him. Three-beat staccato plunged the maiden through the brook; not breaking stride as the sludge seemed to cling to her blankets of bay roan. so distasteful. Shaking her cranial, the mistress broke the perimeter of the vegetation, intaking the powerful bouquet of both stags with an dismayed look.

Her anatomy was impressive maybe in the unique threads that spun 'round her. Other than that she was a 14h rouge with an nasty attitude and even nastier scars that seemed to worm across her arena. But she was proud of them, her war treasures. 'Brow' seemed to raise in disinterest as she hindered her pace into one familiar beat. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. All so familiar for the vagabond as umber glasses in took her 'king' and the new corpse. Smirk dancing over the velvet of her labium.

My King! My King! Such a kingdom for a king.... Columns thrust the meager bodiced creature towards him; deciding to encircle his own physique with a well-enough circuit as to taunt him, but to allow escape if he moved swift enough. Breaths being heaved shone as ribs slammed against the skin, out-lined in the typical starving fashion as lips seemed to purse with interest. Fudo. Not awaiting a response from the other equine, her almost warm soprano notes touched his tympanums. Charmed, really. Paper-thins intook his aroma and features, cataloging the needed information as she finished her waltz 'round the prince and broke from the perimeter. Standing not close - but abit to the right, and beside Leviathan with a non-chalant air. It was obvious Levi wanted this mongrel to become an dulcinea which he could court and then thrust into. Cause baby, you ain't getting it from me.

[Azrael]

The sudden rocking of the Earth alerted the lad to their approach, one brute and one fea, perhaps a couple or maybe just the greeting party; it was hard to tell, their defensive stances making Azrael's own muscles tense in respose. As the so-called "king's" harsh words bit into his auds, crania jerked upward in a show of importance. I speak the language of the heavens, my king he sneered, ivories snapping impatiently together. And I do not scream. I have come to your land on a mere whim, if that is what you want to call it. Oceanic optics slowly swiveled to the ess, a deep breath drawing in her distinctly feminine scent. Perhaps there was something wrong with him, but this particular vix didn't seem to be anything as special as the goddesses others had drooled over. Maybe his eyes still hadn't adjusted to the darkened light, maybe he was just too quick to judge. I am called Azrael, descendant of the skies, and despite my...unique enterance to your lands, I am pleased to meet the both of you. And, Leviathan, I will do my best to follow your...orders. It is nothing I am not used to, as it were. And so he hadn't really escaped the toil of a servant, but at least his business was no longer in the killing, the stealing and the darkness of the stars. Something easy for a change. Oh the mortals had no idea how easy their lives were. To be free of the torment of the heavens, to do as you pleased...Not that the baron had entirely been opposed to the idea of death...Focusing once more on the statue-like forms of the others, Azrael dipped his skull in a show of obedience. And so, may I continue forward into your home, master? Jaw tensed with a hatred of subordinance, he waited for an answer. Would he stay and continue his life in this dimension? Only time, and the "King", would tell...

[» leviathan. ]]]

Sensing her dismay, a sullen grunt was pitched towards Fudo, pariphs glancing at her and noding, monotone of expression. "We'll discuss this later" The behemoth appeared to voice, though no tones were to peirce their harks. Adamantly swiveling the focus to Azrael, the sneer was taken with little protest. Leviathan felt himself suddenly in the place of tolerance, though not to say he liked it. Your littles frolics of whimsy have located you center stage hell. Enjoy. Chuckling maniacly, incisors were extended to meet Fudo's tense sinew, nibbling gently as he always had. Atleast he can hold respect where he needs to. He shot under his breath, probably inaudible to anyone who wasnt keenly hawking the situation.

Just as pleased as I am to meet your aquaintance. A rigid nod was added, pools deathlocked on the flaring teardrops of the stallion, obviously taking into account Fudo's presence. Chortles escaped the vortexing larnyx, though certainly none would allude as to why. Glad to hear we have your compliance. Abruptly turning to the vixen, he beamed warmly over her. I grow weary, and seek rest. Fudo, I confide in you, show the boy around, if he so desires the tour. I'll retire to bask in the waters of our lake. If you seek me for some reason, I'll be to your call at a moments notice.

Gears audibly cranking under the monster's patchwork, a final retort was offered to the duo. You may so long as you wish. Striding forthward, the worn out king briskly found himself submurged within the frigid waters, refreshing muck stirring abroad his frame as he rolled, stained pitch black. Aquatic life scuttled with great haste from the frenzy, as Leviathan's crania was plunged beneath the water, resurfacing breefly only to take a few short breaths.

[fudo]

Umber shreds narrowed and pierced his flesh in acceptance. Her bodice would not normally go unnoticed, nor would it now. Soft rumble of a whicker escaped her lean chassis towards the Knight before attention once more adverted to the stag presented before them. No, she wasn't the queen. But she was a member, and might as well give him the world's best welcome party? Correct? Drawing her curvature into an crescent moon, malarkies pinned to their shelters as his examination of her diaphragm seemed less than pleased. Excuse me. I'm not meant to be a whore darling. Smirk danced across the velvet surface of her cranial, 'brow' raising as a quick jerk echoed through her shank. Feeling the enamels of the King across her flesh was nothing, but the words following merely brought the approval. Indeed.

Ah, so Leviathan would decided to dump this newcomer across her withers and bare the weight of his arrival? Charming. Watching as the rouge cantered from their presence, the duchess merely nodded in response to his wishes and turned 'pon her heel to examine the bruno before her. Banner flashed over the gibbous tidings of her sinew, columns faithfully propelling herself towards him as venom swirled from the teeth of the emaciated vixen. So.Would you like the tour or am I merely wasting my time? She was meager in height. Maybe 14h - 14.3 at best when she looked imposing. But never divine a look by it's cover. a risky thing to do, my friends. But please, step lively.