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Open  Spoiled Brats || Herd Meeting
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Posted on Mar 01 2018, 4:15 PM.
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Benna found herself pacing the valley. Her valley. The Heretics were under her charge now, and she was determined not to disappoint. But hell, she'd taken up her role as Empress at one heck of a time. Their Emporer was gone and a foreign Prince was about to turn up on their borders, hoping to speak to said Emporer. The herd were livid, and rightly so. Benna was seething with rage herself, but the young dragon kept her head. She had to now.

So, she mused their options, running them over and over again inside her head until an answer came to her. As far as she could see, there were two options. They could welcome the Prince, or they could turn him away at their borders. Benna was reluctant to do the second, but she doubted the herd would hold together long enough to welcome a foreigner.

Prince Henrie of Kavarre. Whoever the hell he was and wherever the hell that was. He'd heard of the land, heard tales of the Iron Valley, and as far as Benna was concerned he was a spoiled little brat living on daddy's coattails.

She groaned, the sound high pitched and screechy between clenched teeth. Stupid Prince, stupid stupid stupid. There were more important things to be dealing with this very moment! For starters, Benna needed to plan and scheme. She had her ideals for this herd and would be damned if she was stopped at the very beginning. Besides, what the hell did 'as is proper for a royal' even mean? Sure, maybe in Ken-land or whatever it was, it was expected to be prissy and nice to others. But damn it all again, this was the Heretics he was spea- writing to! They didn't play nice!

She sighed and squinted at the letter again. They would be rewarded for their efforts, eh? But would that really be worth it amongst all this tension and upheaval? Benna considered simply greeting the Prince herself and giving him a tour. Make sure Rocky knew to make his mares pretty and parade them or something. Slaves were impressive, yes? Then there was the idea of a feast. But then again, the herd wanted blood and action. They were aggressive and fueled by nought but rage at the moment. Perhaps a tournament? A battle royale? A hunt, even? Now that sounded fun.

There were those strange lion-bird creatures in the mountains, wasn't there? Perhaps they could lure one of those into the Valley somehow. Benna would keep a close eye upon their guest herself, whilst letting the herd show exactly what they could do. Then, there was the invitation from Crucis. Blood was bad between the two herds, but perhaps it would work in their favour to attend their ball. 

When she paused, it was at the Altar. Benna mounted the platform and glanced out across her valley. It had not been long since they had gathered before Draco's blood stains, but she needed to relay her ideas to her fellows.

"My fellow Heretics, come to me," she called, voice echoing across the valley with great force, "We have some planning to do."

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OOC| Yess, I know I know. We've pretty much just had one/still got one happening but still. I have ideas! Attendance not necessary, but would be appreciated. Can't have your say if you're not here!
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Posted on Mar 10 2018, 3:57 PM.
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Muscles moved smoothly beneath Killian’s dappled sooty palomino coat.  He, yes HE, (that two lettered pronoun sounded so much better when used with his name) had heard Benna’s call. He stalked towards the meeting place.  Though he appeared in good health and overall satisfied with his current situation, he was not.  His father had been kidnapped, maybe he was even dead.  Killian growled with fury.  The stallion swore to tear apart whomever did this.  If Draco was alive, he would be sure his father watched as Killian took the life of the one who wronged him.  Draco’s old necklace full of skulls and fangs, each taken from a kill he had made, hung around Killian’s broad neck.  Though Killian wanted his father back, he knew that it was his time, it was time for the next generation to rise.

Killian stepped out from the shadows and into the open before Benna, looking around with a disappointed look upon his face. Why had no one else shown up yet? He stepped closer and bowed deeply to his Queen, before beginning to speak.  “Empress Benna, it is lovely to finally make your acquaintance, I am Killian, son of Draco.”  He glanced upwards at the Empress, seafoam colored eyes striving to make eye contact to show his sincerity about what he was about to say.  “I wish to be of service to the herd, more than before.  We could topple the other herds with our sheer numbers and avenge my father, together.  I was born, sadly, in a time of peace.  I have little fighting experience, but I have Heretic-blessed magic-” (or at least, that was what Killian thought) “strength, cunning, and most importantly, a burning vengeance.  Make me your commander, and Elysium will finally be ours.”

After finishing speaking, the stallion stood up, wisps of shadows forming from under his hooves and spreading outwards in a show of his newfound power.  Killian needed vengeance, and being Commander of Heretics would be the best way to go about that.
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Nocturné
hic sunt leones
She had chosen well in the young dragon, and eagerly responded to the call when the Empress demanded the presence of her herd. In dramatic fashion, the woman did not approach the gathering but instead materialized before Benna in a swirl of shimmering black stardust. Only recently, after her second encounter with their Firstborn, had she regained some of her former magic. She did not know if it had come with his blessing, or if simply the presence of such a being had awakened the power that had been sleeping within her... Whatever it was, she was relishing in the return of magic to her veins. 

As the stardust coalesced into the black void that was her body, Nocturné kneeled before the Heretic Queen.

"Hello again, Empress."

She rose, stepping back to stand beside Draco's child. She had only met his children once before, unfortunately at the scene of his kidnapping. Still, she could appreciate the confidence with which Killian asked for the title of commander. She liked that he admitted his lack of training, for one did not eliminate their weaknesses without first acknowledging them. She looked to the shadow-touched young man with golden eyes that approved of his request, though she knew that it was the Empress's decision to grant it. She spoke plainly to the golden stallion, and made him an offer.

"In my many lifetimes, I have had much time to learn the ways of battle. If you would like training in the ways of war, I can impart what I have learned. Commander or not, it would serve the herd well to have more warriors."

The lioness then turned back to the young Empress. Benna had spoken of planning, and based on recent events there was only one likely reason. Nocturné's tail twitched behind her, like a cat who had found a mouse and was just waiting for the opportunity to pounce.

"Can I hazard a guess that this is about the letter I found at the Black Altar, and the upstart who has so graciously invited himself to our home?"

One could not miss the sardonic tone that dripped heavily from her lips at the mention of the Prince. Nocturné was still not convinced that the arrival of the Prince's letter and the disappearance of Draco were not somehow related... But as of yet she had little evidence.
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Posted on Mar 19 2018, 8:40 PM.
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CORONADO VOX
I am so much more than royal

Coronado is both unperturbed and unsurprised that Draco’s reign ended in disgrace. The whole reign itself was a disgrace, honestly – the only way for it to end was the way it began. It’s not that Coronado liked or disliked Draco’s management style any more so than any of the others who came before it; it was simply one that he assessed at once as being doomed to failure. Deliberately posturing oneself as The Bad Guy rarely does one good in the long run.
 
There are too many people who like to think they’re the Good Guys. You call yourself a Big, Bad Wolf the way Draco did and you’ll have people knocking down doors to slay their own personal dragon and avoid confronting the weaknesses in their own character.
 
Coronado Vox – he’s neither a hero nor a wolf, knight nor dragon. He’s a vulpine creature of shadows who conducts himself in his clandestine ways and who regards the comings and goings of the Iron Valley with the heavily-lidded scrutiny of one who barely cares but somewhat disapproves. Throughout Heretic’s audition, while his herdmates came forth and threw down their bids for the throne, Coronado remained silent. Despite his name, the power and influence he seeks has precious little to do with kingdoms or crowns.
 
Coronado knows nearly nothing about their new Empress Benna, despite the fact that he has lived in the Valley for some time now. He knows that she, being female, will likely put a stop to Renegade’s clan’s antics, which will certainly be good for the Valley’s PR factor. Other than that, she is an enigma to him; he draws near to the group (filled with relative to complete strangers – a reality that makes him wonder just how long he’s been off). In his wake is an eerie absence of sound – the silvery cuffs around his fetlocks muffle each of his footsteps, and his hooves are hidden in the cloak of shadow that follows him like an aura. The golden fox comes to a stop a fair distance from any of the others – aloof though his sapphire, black-rimmed eyes brim with a warm curiosity. One of them – one of them who looks like a Renegade spawn – wants to be Commander, despite a self-professed lack of experience. Well, something’s going to have to divert him and his family from hoarding concubines. Coronado will voice no opposition. He shakes his head, twitching his withers to rearrange a spill of wavy black-orange mane against his meticulous coat.  The shadowy mare before him possesses slightly less humility.
 
I am Coronado Vox,” he offers after a pause in his customary fastidious monotone, “I can fight, but I prefer not to.” A corner of a kohl lip pulls up in a smile, exposing a glint of a jagged feline tooth. Shadows coil like tendrils of mist up his dark legs. “And Heretic has never had a shortage of – quite adamant – warriors. But intelligence is the area where I believe I can be most helpful.  I am quiet, and the quiet ones are often overlooked. People say things around me – to me – that they might aught not to. There are many ways to cause chaos. You’d be surprised how much fun the ones I know can be.
 
And then the black mare proceeds to address something that strikes Coronado as very irritating – and very entertaining – indeed. This pretentious ‘Prince,’ who demands to be received without providing any proof that he is anything other than some delusional vagrant with nice penmanship. “One has to admire the man’s courage,” Coronado admits skeptically, “Clearly he hasn’t heard much about the traditional nature of Heretic hospitality.” He does not glance in the direction of the Renegade descendant but the impact that the family has had is undeniable.
 
For pretty little things in the past, this Valley has been the Hotel fucking California.
 
OOC: Benna @[Nocturne] Killian 

  


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Posted on Mar 26 2018, 8:36 AM. (Edited: Mar 26 2018, 8:37 AM by Reddit Succubus.)
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REDDIT SUCCUBUS

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   Reddit was still taken aback by the disappearance of their Emperor, Draco. Mixed feelings were in the mare's heart, but she was ready to actually find where he could be or at least know what happened to him. Is he even alive anymore? Maybe he's hurt or maybe he was taken hostage by somebody.
   After that...accident, Reddit began to patrol the borders more often and made sure that she would check every little shadow. This is not going to happen again. While in deep thought, the white pegasus heard the call of their new empress, Benna. She saw her around many times, but she didn't speak with her, nor any other members. She is probably going to begin to talk, meet the other ranks or at least give a fuck about them. She can't be that antisocial.
   She swiftly got into the air and flew towards their new ruler. In just some seconds, Red arrived and landed without making any sound. In front of her, three other persons already arrived and Benna stood on the platform. It was kinda weird the fact that Reddit knew all the other persons' name, but didn't talk with them even once. 
   The angelic looking mare moved forward and stood among the others, waiting for her turn to speak.
   '' Empress Benna, I'm glad that I can finally talk to you. I'm Reddit Succubus and I joined the heretics just some months ago as a warrior. I want to help with finding what happened to Draco and try my very best for this herd. '' she spoke and then paused looking at the letter.
   '' I heard that the other herds received this kind of letter from this annoying prince. I must totally agree with Mister Coronado. That boy got some guts to announce his arrival and hope we are going to treat him like a god.  '' Red continued  with a tint of disgust in her voice
   Still, she was sure about the fact that Draco disappearance has nothing to do with the arrival of this Prince. As she heard, all the other herds received this letter and still, nothing bad happened. Reddit wasn't an idiot. She was a criminal and she knew how doing the perfect murder works. Somebody used the fact that this Prince is going to arrive in their own good to hide their evidence and tangle heretics' minds.

 
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The first to respond to her call was one of Draco's own spawn. Killian, he named himself, and he met the young dragon's gaze with seafoam eyes. The stallion was barely any younger than herself, and he had an impressive size to him. It spoke of the same raw strength Draco had, that same strength that had ruled the Heretics with hardly any opposition.

She considered the boy a while, the way he had bowed and the way he had spoken to her. Her gaze narrowed, but her musings were interrupted when Cat-woman arrived. She spoke we to the young man, and Benna found herself agreeing with her.

she paused here to the words to give the young stallion, "I am willing to give you the title of Commander if you are willing to gain experience sparring with fellow Heretics and the current Warriors of the herd."

Now she turned to Cat-woman, a smile playing at the fringes of her lips. The woman's tail was twitching behind her, a strange thing but something Benna found intriguing.

"Your guess would be correct, although we have received another letter too. One from the Crucis herd, inviting us to join them for a Ball in the Eternal Woods."

There was a younger stallion that had arrived then, his coat a stunning gold, marked by blue and orange. He stood at Benna's height, but his build was heavier than hers.

"Well, Coronado, this herd is always in need of more than just warriors. I myself was a spy or a little while, although I did not get the chance to gather any meaningful intelligence. The title of Vanguard is yours, should you wish to take it."

Although it may be forward of her to offer such a title to someone she had only just met, Benna knew to tread carefully. Spies were tricky beings, easily swayed and often difficult to trust when one was a leader. But new positions were needed to be dished out and the ranks needed to be sorted - she would call the herd to her at a later date for such a thing, once the meeting with the Prince had been smoothed over. One step at a time.

Lastly arrived a mare she recognised from Cat-woman's meeting. She was white, and declared herself to have been a Warrior under Draco's rule.

"We all wish to find what happened to Draco, but it will do no good to simply storm in fuelled with rage alone. I plan to speak to the other herd leaders, find where we stand with them. You and the others may find out what you can, but please, for now, be careful about it."

Benna looked over the meagre gathering with disappointment, but there was time for others to arrive yet.

"On to business. No, I do not propose we treat this Prince like a God. As far as I see, we have two options. We can greet him and make him welcome, put on a show of some kind - a hunt, perhaps? - and impress the man. Or, we can ignore his arrival. I shall be greeting him in person, but it is up to the rest of you whether or not we pull some extravagant fiasco together for him."

Benna cocked her head to the side again, contemplating something as her gaze slid up to the sky. A grin began to creep across her face, spreading wide and gradually taking over.

"Then again, there is the third option. We could make his stay hell. Now that would be fun."
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Killian grinned and bowed once again when Benna gave her decision on the matter of Commander.  The shadowy stallion was going to be Commander!  “Thank you for the opportunity my Empress, I will be sure our army is as powerful and deadly as it can possibly be.  If you would allow, I would like to begin training both myself and the rest of the army immediately.  We will be primed and ready for duty at a moment’s notice.”  Pleased, Killian then stepped back.  He then turned to the rest of the horses there, shadowy tendrils escaping from under his hooves in his excitement.  

“If any of you wish to spar with me, come find me after the meeting.  We must all be prepared to spill blood in our Empress and Heretic’s name.”  Killian then retreated back to the crowd.  He listened as Benna addressed the other horses at the meeting.  The sooty palomino horse wished that his brother Keltset was there.  He hadn't seen him in a while, and the stallion wanted the chance to speak with him once again, now that they were without a father.  

Killian’s attention returned to the meeting as Benna spoke of the Prince.  She mentioned many options for how to deal with him.  Killian smirked at her final idea.  “Hell for a Prince sounds like fun… we could use this opportunity to hone our fighting skills perhaps, or to extract information about the other herds that he may have learned…” Killian paused, eyes lighting up at his final idea. 

“Or, we spill his blood simply for the heck of it.  We’re Heretics.  It is what we do.”

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Nocturné
hic sunt leones
The lioness's eyes widened, then narrowed at the Empress' words. So the new king was holding a Ball and had invited all the herds? At least, Nocturné could only assume all the herds had been for what other reason would the reviled Heretics have been? A soft purr rippled up from deep within the ebony woman's chest.

"Oh now that is interesting information..."

With that, she pondered the information as she watched a few more Heretics arrive. She recognized the mare from the impromptu meeting after Draco's disappearance. The man, though, was someone she had seen around the Valley but had never formally met. She appraised the man quietly as he spoke to Benna, listening to his assertion that he had a certain gift for loosening tongues. He was right, they could use that type of skill well. She gave a barely perceptible nod of approval as Benna bestowed the title of Vanguard upon him. The Empress then spoke in response to Reddit's statement about finding those responsible for Draco's disappearance.

"I think I may use this invitation from Crucis to gather information as well. Though we are known for our violence, I believe we will benefit further from our cunning in this situation. It would be... unwise to attack without evidence when we have been weakened by Draco's kidnapping."

The dark goddess listened once more as they made more statements about this prince. She had to agree with Coronado that the prince must certainly not have heard of Heretic's... finer qualities. She rather liked the idea of a hunt... perhaps they could procure a mighty stag to chase...


"A hunt would be a fabulous celebration of your rise to power... and we can then sacrifice the beast to Heretic's glory. Let us toy with this so-called prince and show him the kind of welcome he could only get from those who worship the bastard Firstborn."

A wicked gleam was in the feline's gilded eyes, her mouth wet with the thought of the hunt. Yes, it would be quite fun to play with this coddled royal.
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