I N T R O D U C T I O N:
Father: Memento Mori
Mother: Hel
Birth stats: 744
Sex: Male
Special Marking count: 4
Special base? yes [x] no [_]
LORE:
It was exactly midday when you encountered him. A fell heat smothered the plains you were exploring, choking your breath and making you pant with thirst. It felt as painful as swallowing sand, so you desperately searched anywhere you could for a waterhole. As you stumbled upon one, you could sense how crowded it was. The other animals had surely encountered the same issue as you and were flocking, swarming to the tepid water, treating it as ambrosia all the same. Then suddenly, the heat dissipated as a dark, cruel shadow swallowed the sun and bathed you in darkness. It was a solar eclipse, an amazing rare event, yet how? Shouldn't you have seen the moon coming? It was unnatural and unprecedented.
However, it was nothing compared to what occurred next before you, as the animals at the pool viciously turned on each other without an advance warning. You felt chills dig deeply into your spine and stiffen your fur as prey turned on predator and parents turned on young. The waterhole refilled itself with blood as death smeared the land in gory crimson under the wicked eclipse.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
You turned around with a shocked snarl as a lion with horse's hooves managed to impossibly creep right up behind you, his muzzle carrying an entertained smirk. Darkness smoldered off of his fur and you wondered silently to yourself if you were staring into the face of a demon.
"Well? You'd love to cause trouble with me, right? My name is Ragnarök, and I'm sure you know what that means, right? Come on, give me something as a token of your appreciation of my talents and maybe I'll consider wreaking havoc at your side. It couldn't hurt now, could it? Certainly not more than how much I hurt them..." He turned and rolled languidly in the crimson mud, laughing as you sat on his offer, clearly not in much of a rush nor upset at what he had caused. Perhaps he really had wandered out of hell itself...
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"Ragnarök, huh?" You mutter under your breath. Another celestial? In the same day? And a fallen one too.
This doesn't bode well.
"Ok, first. Could you not, like, fill that perfectly good watering hole with blood, please? I was thirsty."
Ragnarök gives you a puzzled look, like he can't believe you don't like his brand of 'mischief'. You sigh, shaking your mane out as flies start buzzing about the rapidly piling corpses.
"Yeah, so, I know you're like a demon or whatever, this is your jam, but seriously, I'm still recovering from my PTSD from the last drought. Talk to Tempest, I gave her the whole spiel earlier."
Ragnarök is still looking at you confused; maybe mortals aren't as sassy to him as you?
You sigh. "So, you want me to tag along with you or something? Or you tag along with me? 'Coz we're literally the only two not killing each other. Well, again, I can't say I'm all that interesting to be around. And an offering? Is that all you guys need before you jump into, ah, den with someone?"
Ragnarök opens his mouth, but before he can reply you stand. "Ok, you know what? No, I'm not doing this again. I didn't sneak round the crazy snake lady for nothing. If you want to cause 'mischief' with me, you'll come of your own volition. You probably know where I live anyway."
At that, you stalk off back to your pride. Maybe Ragnarök will follow you home, maybe not.
Either way, this has been a really weird day.
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The devilish lion Ragnarök shook the mess off of his fur and smiled sinisterly to himself. This lion was fun! Not really scared of him at all, but a target to pester and hound with troublesome portents. He could just imagine the expression of exasperation from her as he strolled all around her den and flirted with her lionesses. Jumping to his feet (and hooves), he loped swiftly to catch up to her with his augmented agility.
"Hey now, don't be like that. I'd jump into any den as long as it gets to be with you! So what am I expecting, an all girls' colony? I don't mind that! I can become a pretty Amazon too, if I want! I know you'd simply adore me!"
The swirls of darkness touching his fur coalesced over his lean body, and what leaped out was decidedly more feminine. Ragnarök would be quite cute really, if she wasn't extremely wicked looking, much like a dagger hidden in a flower-adorned sheath.
Of course, the best part for Ragnarök would be for later. Sowing the seeds, playing innocent, fooling around... until the perfect opportunity came and she could lay waste to the queen and her lands, and do with the what she pleased. There was nothing quite like the thrill of grabbing something pure in one's claws and tearing it apart piece by piece. All apocalypses are patient after all-- the rapture is fated to happen eventually, and mortals could do nothing about it. In the meantime, she could entertain herself and annoy this straight-laced ruler half to death. Why, that wasn't such a bad deal at all! |
