12-04-2017, 03:42 PM
Since becoming a creature of the darkness, so many things had changed. Normal senses were heightened. The faintest of sounds rung loudly in her ears. Smells, even thru weather and distance were easily traced. The world for her has become something almost new.
So when she hears a clipping of hoof on stone, through the steady drip of water from the many stalactites, she can tell it's distance within the tunnel. The creator was just breaking into the mouth when she hears it. Quickly it becomes obvious that this was not Levi. Their weight too light, their path too cautious. A smirk curls on her lips as she draws in the scent of a female equine. For a moment she considers shifting away her bulky form and hiding in a crevice. In hopes the sleuth will not find her and simply pass by. That would be foolish to think as a firey gate holds her captive. One can not simply dismiss such things. So she remains equine with wings of the night hunter. Tucked away in her corner, concealing her spawn. If who ever Levi had sent to find her was a threat they would be dealt with accordingly...
A curious but cautious hello echoes through the cavern. They were closing in on her so she readied herself to fight. Lowering her muzzle to whisper her child silent. As she does and begins to raise her crown, her eyes turn to find a shadow dancing on the outer walls. Eyes peering into her cell. Questions falling from innocent lips. She hisses in the darkness, "My hell... That is what this is."
Stepping into the dim light of hells gates her form was made known. Skin wrapped wings aside a golden body. Dark accents trimmed her entirety. Burns scattered about her hide. The one along her cheek scabbing over finally. Remaining well out of reach, she looks over the mare that has come to find her. Her thoughts become words, "Did Levi send you to come torture me now? What are your wants with me? Abuse... Emotional torment... Rape..." A hard stare is given to the mare. There was no telling what kind of torture she was to be victim too. Looks can be deceiving after all.
When the mare expression turns to horror and not pleasure, she questions on if she had spoke too soon. She uses her body and wings to still hold a barrier between the newcomer and her foal. Trying to hide it's very existence even still. Waiting patiently for the mares answer. Time is all she has anyhow...
So when she hears a clipping of hoof on stone, through the steady drip of water from the many stalactites, she can tell it's distance within the tunnel. The creator was just breaking into the mouth when she hears it. Quickly it becomes obvious that this was not Levi. Their weight too light, their path too cautious. A smirk curls on her lips as she draws in the scent of a female equine. For a moment she considers shifting away her bulky form and hiding in a crevice. In hopes the sleuth will not find her and simply pass by. That would be foolish to think as a firey gate holds her captive. One can not simply dismiss such things. So she remains equine with wings of the night hunter. Tucked away in her corner, concealing her spawn. If who ever Levi had sent to find her was a threat they would be dealt with accordingly...
A curious but cautious hello echoes through the cavern. They were closing in on her so she readied herself to fight. Lowering her muzzle to whisper her child silent. As she does and begins to raise her crown, her eyes turn to find a shadow dancing on the outer walls. Eyes peering into her cell. Questions falling from innocent lips. She hisses in the darkness, "My hell... That is what this is."
Stepping into the dim light of hells gates her form was made known. Skin wrapped wings aside a golden body. Dark accents trimmed her entirety. Burns scattered about her hide. The one along her cheek scabbing over finally. Remaining well out of reach, she looks over the mare that has come to find her. Her thoughts become words, "Did Levi send you to come torture me now? What are your wants with me? Abuse... Emotional torment... Rape..." A hard stare is given to the mare. There was no telling what kind of torture she was to be victim too. Looks can be deceiving after all.
When the mare expression turns to horror and not pleasure, she questions on if she had spoke too soon. She uses her body and wings to still hold a barrier between the newcomer and her foal. Trying to hide it's very existence even still. Waiting patiently for the mares answer. Time is all she has anyhow...
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