join my army of the DEAD.

[big daddy lizzeh.]

This was the place.

A lone tree stood, a single tree within a charred landscape. It's bark darkened by hellfire when the legendary Hannibal had emerged for a second time upon Isola. A land who couldn't just let the beast claim total control over the domain, but had to kill off the vile specter. A crow called nearby, black wings glittering despite the sunlight hiding behind darkened clouds. The black, swirling clouds threatened to rain, but nothing fell from the skies. Thunder tore through the spring air in such a manner that would scatter most horses. But not this one. Flames licked from where a normal horse's eyes should've been, but then again, she was not some normal horse, was she? Hellfire escaped flared nostrils, as another clap of thunder roared overhead. An ear titled forward, as fiery eyes stared intently at the gateway that Hannibal had used the first time to return from Hell.

The spawn of the wind queen and the lord of Hell narrowed her eyes, thoughts rambling like run-on sentences through her head. She tried grasping onto one, but it faded away into the shadowy recesses of her mind. Why Aeon had chosen to travel to Terra Scure, she knew, but why was she hesitating now? She knew what must be done, for the sake of the Hannibal lineage, but why did it stop her when she stared at this marred tree? Darkened ears tilted back against her skull, as lightening passed overhead, the instant crack of thunder beckoning in the coming storm. It always stormed when something happened with her beloved father. It was almost as if the elements knew something foul was happening.

Wind wrapped around the part Era hell hound, as she concentrated upon the lone tree in front of her. Circles carved into the hardened ground around her, hellfire pouring from her body as they ran along the crevices the mare had created using her power. A hidden strength was used by the spawn of Satan, her mane and tail blowing around as the winds she had conjured continue to lick at her frame, fire mixing in with the element she had acquired from her dear mother.

[/font] You said he was immortal, you bastard! You took him when his work wasn't even finished! How did my pathetic bastard of a brother, an Era, manage to bring down your creation![/font] Aeon's voice carried on the wind she had created, to no one in particular, her eyes staring at the burnt tree husk before her. Anger seethed within her veins, the hellfire of her eyes flaring.[/font]

You sure care a lot about your father, don't you, Aeon? To show up here, all your anger, all your fury, just because your brother managed to kill my little pawn. His weakness is the weakness your race has always had, what your father always had. Kindness and love, forgiveness and remorse, do not bode well with me. I took back what I created, returned my powers to me, because your father failed. Your father, the pathetic excuse he was, didn't deserve to even have lived.[/font] The voice had come from one place, and that place was the tree. Smoke rose from the cracks within the tree, it's core burning a brilliant red as the creator of the hell hound Hannibal spoke, his words a seductive hiss to Aeon's ears. The Era spawn blinked her fiery eyes, the winds that had been conjured up dying down. For a few moments, neither spoke a word, until Aeon's weakness got the better of her.[/font]

Please... just bring him back. Take my life, as a sacrifice, so he can come back and show this pathetic place what it means to feel terror, to bow down to you.[/font] Her request was met with silence from the Devil, and she breathed out slowly. Lowering her head, she believed her attempt to bring back Hannibal was in vain. Satan wouldn't take her life for her father's. Aeon wasn't worth anything, after all. But something caught her eye that made her reconsider her thoughts. The tree had burst into flames, a brilliant flash of thunder streaking through the black skies above her. From the burning tree stepped a single creature, hellfire lapping at it's body. Where it's eyes were to be, just like Aeon's, sat nothing but fire, staring right at the daughter of Tuula and Hannibal.[/font]

So you wish to bargain your life for Hannibal's?[/font] The hiss from this abomination caused Aeon's heart to clench with fear, the first time ever in her life. Before her stood the Devil himself, only as a horse of fire much like her father had been. A blackened stone, despite it's color, shimmered near his head, dancing under the streaks of lightning that appeared in the stormy skies. Before the ruler of hell, Aeon mustered what courage and strength she could, staring right at the fiery horse that so much resembled Hannibal's true form.[/font] Y-yes. I will give my own life, to bring back my father...[/font] her words were cut off, as the 'horse' before her took a few steps forward. Fiery eyes went to the crystal beside the devil, noticing that it had turned more red than black now. The fiery abomination looked at the crystal as well, a sinister smile crossing over his lips. As Aeon continued to stare at the gem, it fell to the ground. Puzzled by it, the Era's eyes went back to the creature who emerged from the tree.

A startled whinny escaped her, as she suddenly couldn't move, fiery tendrils having emerged from the ground below her, grasping at her legs. She tried frantically to get away, summoning small slices of air at the tendrils, trying to cut her way out. But where they were sliced, only healed themselves, crawling up against her legs. They felt hot against her brown coat, and as she looked at the devil, she noticed he was chuckling.[/font] What... what are you doing!?[/font] Fear rattled her voice, her breath as panicked gasp escaping her flared nostrils. All the devil did, however, was laugh at her. What Aeon didn't see in her panic, was that the crystal had morphed, it's surface bubbling as it built on itself. It fed off of Aeon's fear, her panicked state, and grow in size and shape.

It was only then that the devil then disappeared, however his tricks did not. The crystal formed into a horse, fiery tendrils reaching up to grasp at it's legs as well, however it did not struggle as Aeon did. Finally, the daughter of Hannibal looked to this new figure, as the hellfire inched it's way up along it's body. Eyes widened in horror, as this horse began to burn much like the devil's body had. He was sculpting this crystal horse in his image! Still struggling against her bonds, she almost didn't hear the hiss that escaped the newly formed horse.[/font] Stop struggling, my child. If you truly wanted to give yourself for me, then you'd be still and silent about your death.[/font] The crystal figure's baritones reached Aeon's struggling body, and froze her in place. So, he had brought him back. Father...[/font]

Her voice was feeble, as the very life was being sucked from her body, fueled into the monstrosity that was now beginning to shape itself into Hannibal's true form. Her fiery eyes dulled, the flames finally flickering out, brilliant brown eyes staring at her father's body. Her knees buckled underneath her weak body, and she collapsed upon the dusty ground. The opportunity arose, and Hannibal took it. More fiery tendrils embraced the fading body of Aeon, sapping whatever evil power still reside within the daughter.[/font] What... what have you done...[/font] Aeon choked out, as the fiery horse stepped toward her, evil eyes dancing with hellfire. A laugh escaped the demon stallion, as he reared up before her.[/font] Have taken your life, as you wanted, for my own. Sapped away your powers, transferring them to my own body. Everything you knew from your mother, her Era heritage, is now mine. I took everything, as I rightfully should, except for one small thing. The thing that had been my downfall in the first place. All that compassion, all that pathetic good, is still inside you, and it will die with you.[/font]

Fire erupted from Hannibal, searing into Aeon's own body, and as the stallion landed back upon the ground, his daughter was no more. The hellish nightmare turned to face the tree, the fire that composed his body crackling loudly despite the storm overhead. A hiss escaped the tree, the Devil ordering his minion away, to start his take over of the island. Nothing could banish the evil back to Hell, and the rain started to pour as the stallion veered off, galloping deeper into Terra Scure to start his army.[/font][/size]

aeon

[/font] &[/font] hannibal[/font].
one thousand four hundred sixty eight.
muse music for this post includes:[/right][/font][/color][/size]

power of darkness; two steps from hell
unstoppable; e.s posthumus
arise; e.s posthumus
never winter; two steps from hell
burn it down; linkin park
those who slay together, stay together; chiodos
taking over me, evanescence

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welcome back, my dear hannibal!
anyone can post here if they so wish.
lizzeh 2012.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Mad Nysa]

A figure appeared through the mist of Terra Scure. Dull amber eyes pierced the land, searching for what she was sent for. Her dark orange coat shined and rippled with each step. Her black mane and tail swayed back and forth. Hellfire dripped from her hooves and her mane and tail. Fire danced around her, licking at her body. The grass died under her. Her maw was covered in dried blood.

Zuma was a truly terrifying sight indeed. Most would run at just the scent of her for she was the spawn of the infamous Insanity, the minion of the Devil. Usually, she was stalking the breeding grounds, killing anyone and everyone. She was doing just that until she was forcefully drawn to this land. Zuma suspected the Devil was up to no good as usual. She had heard that angels were frolicking about, rescuing everyone. She licked her blood stained maw. That would taste good. She had also heard there was some interesting foals roaming about. Even better. Zuma had grown to the taste of young ones, even though she was young herself. She was three years old now which meant more stallions for dinner since she could now bear fouls. Most mares would dread it, for her it just meant more victims. Suddenly, Zuma sensed a dark presence that was near. This was what she came for. She continued toward it, looking bored like she did this everyday. She had a idea what this was all about. Taking over the island, creating an army, blah blah blah, same as usual. But that all depends if she would join it or not. As Zuma approached the demon, she knew that its earthier obey him or be sent down to Hell. Well, earthier would be fine.

[big daddy lizzeh.]

Silence had fallen over Terra Scure as the hell demon had slowed his movements to a bare walk, his fiery talk swinging behind his brilliant, blazing body. Eyes narrowed, though they never blinked, as he stared around at the lifeless area around him. Small plumes of smoke rose from the grasses he had burnt to a crisp from his hooves, fire crackling angrily along his legs. Despite not having visible ears, the monstrosity could hear perfectly fine, and it surprised him that no one was within the vicinity of him. Flaring his nostrils, fire escaped into the warm air, crackling before disappearing into nothing.

Suddenly, the sudden movement caught his attention. Why hadn't he scented this creature until now? Turning his horned head, Hannibal glared at the mare who had stumbled upon him. Just by first glance, Hannibal knew that this mare wasn't like the others upon Isola. She had taken the Devil's bargain, juast as he had, and now bore the marks of it. Bulky frame came to a halt, and he turned to face the femora who intruded upon the quiet scene. Flaming eyes stared at her, unblinking, and his lips curled into a sinister smile. Well, well. What have we here, the hellion crooned, tail waving behind him nonchalantly. The fire that composed most of his body crackled, lapping against the plates that made up his body.

aeon & hannibal.
two hundred twenty nine.
muse music for this post includes:

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diablo tristram villiage (error37 remix), ephixa
kirby gourmet race, ephixa dnb remix
power of darkness, two steps from hell
unstoppable, e.s posthumus

sorry it's shorter, nysa. my head is bothering me.
lizzeh 2012.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Mad Nysa]

The games have begun. Zuma grinned, this would be interesting. Only the sounds of moaning grass and cackling fire could be heard before a seducing voice broke it. "I would say the same to you. I believe that I was sent to meet you. The Devil seems to be up to something, and it involves you it seems." She purred, stretching her neck toward him. Zuma was not the silent beast like her father, but she rarely spoke anyway. Their wasn't much to say to your prey. Amber eyes flashed wickedly as she knew something new would happen with this encounter, something.....pleasing. The fire around her cackled and danced, enjoying the presence of such a demon. We like him. They whispered in her head. You need him. Obey him. Please him. Zuma was used to them. What beast didn't have voices inside their head anyway? "I never suspected to be in the presence of such a demon such as yourself." She crooned, obeying the voices. She lashed her tail, hellfire flying. She wished it would inflict pain. Much like her father Zuma craved pain, it was pleasure to her. She hadn't been in true pain for so long, her victims dead before they got a deep wound. She craved it. She lusted it. She must have it. She needed it. Often times she bit at her own pelting, but it wasn't the same. Pain. The voices chanted. Pain.
Occ: Hope you like it, and I hope you get better soon. Sorry if the post isn't very good, I keep feeling like something is off.
Music: 30 Seconds to Mars- Night of the Hunter

[big daddy lizzeh.]

Corners of the brute's maw still curved upward in his usual smirk, fiery eyes flicking over her frame once again. The sight of the hellfire that composed part of her body excited him more than it usually would - perhaps this being was part of the Devil's master plan. As her seductive melody entered the still spring air, Hannibal drew his head close to his chest, nostrils flaring out as he exhaled. Of course it involved the hell spawn, Hannibal. It always seemed to involve the risen warrior. Head lifted from his chest, and he snorted at her words, fire emitting into the warm air once again. If he really had a plan, do you think he would really tell a weak little mare like you? Cocky demeanor had set in, his gaze set firmly upon Zuma, the fire crackling innocently along his legs. The words hung in the air for a few minutes, before the spawn of the Devil spoke once more.

Most would think the same as you. Of course, there are others who know what I could become when I walked this land once before. Words drifted off into a silence that haunted Hannibal, the monstrosity's gaze moving past this orange female, toward the more dense parts of Terra Scure. He knew some of his family line still lurked the island's recesses, trying to hide from the bloodline that the cursed stallion had created. Tail slapped against his plated hide with such force, it left red streaks of molten metal where the fiery tresses had hit. A shake of the abomination's mighty head, and Hannibal's eyes turned upon the mare once more. So tell me, what name has the Devil chosen for you, little filly?

hannibal.
two hundred eighty seven.
muse music for this post includes:

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am i not human, two steps from hell
those who slay together stay together, chiodos
dark ages, two steps from hell

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i see a recurring theme with my muse songs. xP
and sorry that my replies are short. c~c muse is kind of lacking.
lizzeh 2012.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Mad Nysa]

Zuma chuckled at his words. So this was what he was going to play. Her eyelashes were flecked in hellfire that had dripped from her bangs, sliding over her eyes. "Oh, yes. It seems so obvious I'm a little mare that dares to confront you, but the Devil seems to be getting all his minions. So it seems you'll have to put up with this little mare." She uttered, displaying a small and innocent look. She straightened up, her maw plastered in a smirk. Hellfire ran down her body, dripping like water onto the ground below. She flicked her tail at him as he finished his next words. "Family issues, huh? I have some of my own." She grinned as she noticed him staring into the distance. Nostrils flared at his next words. What was her chosen name? Who are you? The voices whispered cruelly. Are you just the spawn of a monstrosity? Zuma bent her head to her chest as the voices grew louder and louder. "I am...." She rose her head up, amber eyes flashing insanely. "Zuma the Wicked."

Occ: I dont know how I feel about this post. Not as long as I would like it, but I was having troubling figuring out what I should say that's not a complete fail. :/
Music: 30 seconds to mars- Night of the Hunter

[big daddy lizzeh.]

Already the demon was tired of this mare. Boredom set into his features, tail lazily swinging behind his bulky, plated frame. Fiery eyes looked, not directly at Zuma, but past her, nostrils flaring gently. Her words were spoken once more, drawing his attention but the boredom was still there. Snide comments are not lost on me, mare. And if I were you, I'd watch your tongue around me. Eyes sparked to life, as within a single breath, he had lost his previous demeanor, eyes narrowed as his gaze bore into Zuma. He didn't know if he would actually hurt another spawn of the Devil, but it irked him that she dared talk to him in such a manner. The fire lapped at his legs, crackling and dancing, as he shifted his weight.

Family issues. That was far from what you could've called it. Most of his family had passed on, mostly due to elemental attacks, or their own family line decimating each other. A gentle breeze danced around Hannibal, stirring the fire that already danced upon his body, the whispers enticing him. Fusion. The painted colt of his son was already looking for others of the Era kind. It would be quite a surprise if Hannibal answered the call. He knew Fusion despised him already, it would just drive him insane to know that his grandfather was alive.

You wouldn't know the half of it, he muttered, shaking his head. A silence fell upon the spawn of the Devil, his eyes gazing past her once more. Memories didn't plague him like when he was mortal, but mere thoughts. Thoughts of the things to come to the pathetic island that so many horses called home. Lips curved upward into a smirk, and the stallion looked back to the mare who had dared approach him. If ears had been visible, he would have tilted them forward at her name. Zuma... he hadn't ever heard of her before.

Well, Zuma. I am Hannibal. Though it'd hardly surprise me if you already knew the name. It was true. Most of the island had heard of the late painted hellion, knew of his history, knew of the curse that lay upon his family bloodline. If you didn't know about Hannibal and his brood, then you were either new to the island, or completely daft.

hannibal.
three hundred eighty six.
muse music for this post includes:

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ocean princess, thomas bergersen
heart of courage, two steps from hell
eria, two steps from hell
those who slay together stay together, chiodos

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two steps from hell is my new muse music choice. xP
lizzeh 2012.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Mad Nysa]

Zuma would have made another snide comment, but she held her tounge. Great, he was bored already. Not my fault while he's looking into the distance like a idiot. She listened to his words, her head tilted to the side. Hannibal. Of course it was Hannibal. It was all about Hannibal. Hannibal this and Hannibal that. Do not mock the Devil's favorite. The flames whispered. Right now she didn't give a damn. "Of course you're Hannibal." She snorted. "If you're going to stare into the distance all day, I should leave you to your privacy." She growled. This was a complete waste of her time. Yet, whenever someone tried to leave, the other would usually stop them. This could perhaps lead to something better.
Occ: Sorry for the horrible post. I did it though. xD

[big daddy lizzeh.]

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[bg=#271C1D] I believe you were the one looking for me, and quite frankly, I don't care if you stay or not. Hannibal's eyes narrowed, his fiery body smoldering slightly. All too quickly, the demon's body became covered, his grullo coat smoldering where patches of hellfire were slowly going out. Ruby eyes looked to Zuma, nostrils flaring at her. He didn't say another word, as he turned away from her, heading back in the general direction he had came from. His gait was slow, almost as if he were expecting the mare to stop him and continue their 'conversation.' At that thought, a rough snort escaped his nose, the multi-hued strands of his tail whipping up and striking the darkened hide he had chosen to hide within. He was, in all honesty, quite bored of talking, and rather walk and see what else he could stumble upon. Perhaps some lonely little creature he could feast upon, to sate the hunger that had suddenly rose up within his stomach. [ hannibal [ shorter, but meh. [ muse music consists of: those who slay together, stay together; chiodos frozen moments; two steps from hell [ one hundred sixty five. [ table [c] lizzeh 2012.