A Forte of Darkness[Tyrant/Forte]

[Pyrrhüloxia]

<sub>Fear of Darkness

A storm brewed overhead, day had stepped down and the grand winter night had rolled in, embracing everything within its shadows. The land was quiet, devoid of everything except the howls of wolves living within the dead forest. A forest where the bare trees reached like skeletal hands to the sky, twisting in their own torment and groaning under their own weight. And beside a frozen stream, sitting in utter silence, was a worn statue of a raven with her wings outspread, welcoming all into the heart of the forest where the true torture took place. This was Eerie Caverns, kingdom of The Maggot Lord.

Side by side, two lone figures rose over the horizon. Their bony legs became quickly enveloped in the fine mist that blanketed the frozen earth. Passing under the first trees to greet them on their passage, crows and ravens alike shrieked from above, ruffling their feathers and eying the two equines hungrily. Not even the grace of moonlight lit up the sinister forest, covered was it, by the ominous black shadows rumbling softly with the sound of thunder. Occasionally lightning lit the sky as it shot through the clouds.

The torment of this place was by no means a small torment. And as rain began to fall, just a sprinkle at first, becoming heavier later, it was clear that the presence of Fear of Darkness had a huge impact on the torture this kingdom screamed. There was no one to care for it, and The Maggot Lord did not care for any of it. As he strolled forward, his eyes strayed not from the path, as dark as it was. The obsidian stallion, nearly invisible in the night, paid no heed to his kingdom's pain, as was shone in his listless, crimson eyes. There was no sympathy and no regret.

For a long while, the two had conversed; however, as 'home' drew nearer, Darkness had begun to grow exceedingly silent. His muscles began to relax and his twin vermilion pools were a lit with anticipation, as though he had been waiting to come here all day. The walking did not end after they reached the forest, instead, Darkness seemed to be leading them down an invisible path. His steps were sure and he drifted over the earth without falter. The land here was barren and flat, yet sharp rocks littered the cold soil. Nothing interrupted their passage until a sharp howl, more similar to a devilish cackle, filled the harks of both equines. At first nothing was visible, nonetheless the howl had been relatively close. As though something stood before them.

Darkness halted abruptly, never missing a beat. He gave a sidelong glance Forte's direction, a curious glance. Regarding the swirling shadows straight ahead once more, the sable brute waited. And from the dim of night a shade stirred. Light footed and quiet as a cat skulking through its terrain, only the harsh ringing sound of chains dragging across the ground interrupted the stillness. Slowly the form of a massive wolf emerged from the outlying darkness which tightly surrounded them. The wolf's piercing amber eyes shot a nasty glare Forte's direction, and a terrible gutteral growl was emitted from the wolven's throat.

"Calm yourself, Heathen King," Darkness' vocals rung out as a flash of lightning revealed the wolf to be scarred from head to tail. Steel shackles bound his jaws and hind right ankle where a chain led. The second chain led to the wolf brute's neck where a hidden iron collar clasped his neck. Immediately the wolf brute ceased his growling but kept his gaze forever on the slender mare. His eyes were angry, always angry, yet he followed Darkness like a duckling to its mother.

Soon their walk continued its flow. "Fear not the wolf, Forte. He is controlled by me and wont harm anyone without my consent." The Maggot Lord reassured his new queen, boredom in his voice.

"Now that we are here, what do you think? We have yet a ways until the resting grounds are reached in the heart of the forest, but this is basically it. Beautiful, is it not?" a wry smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
The clacking and jangle of chains followed the two as King kept up. He was certainly a monster of a wolf, standing a whopping 42 inches. Still rather small compared to the two horses, though. He was not much a bother for the remaining time Darkness and Forte spent together.
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Status// Complete! Yay!
Word Count// 757
Notes// Sorry it took me so long, I tried making it good to make up for time lost. =/</sub>

[tyrant]

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[Pyrrhüloxia]

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