[PRP] A test of worthiness.... (Demon and Alti)

[Syaoran-Puu]

Demon's mind had been full of thoughts of black magic for so long that he had lost track of when he had last slept. Several encounters had turned out to be pointless.... he had failed to use black magic, failed to discover more information or even find someone who knew how to use black magic or someone that did. Yes, his quest was turning out to be fruitless.... and that angered the beast within.

Failure was not an option to Demon. He would manipulate, seduce, fight.... even beg, if it got him the power he sought.

Yet as each day turned to darkness only to start once again with a rising sun he felt his dream for power slipping away from him. It was beginning to seem like the rumours of a true kalona power were just that rumours. Perhaps the old stallion who had told him about the power had simply been playing a trick on him? Demon had half a mind to go back there and destroy him for the wild goose chase he had sent Demon on.... yet the way the old man had spoke, it sounded as if he had been so sure.....

He stomped his hoof down in anger and a growl rumbled and erupted from his throat until he roared up at the night sky. The stars did nothing more than blink back at him.... a code he would never understand. "Curses!" He bellowed before he lowered his gaze and took a moment to figure out where he had wandered to while he had been so trapped in his thoughts.

It was rocky here, several trees lingered around him and the odd spike of grass that had managed to find a habitable place on the rock face. He noted a slightly worn path that probably lead to a cave or shelter of some sort. Usually Demon would have considered scounting it out to see if it was worthy of a stopping play for the evening but tonight he was too full of frustration and nothing to burn it on, so he simply turned to one of the trees instead....... it looked weak, the roots shallow due to the rock. One could hit?

A snarled smile covered his lips as he possitioned himself low to the ground, horns at the ready to use as a battering ram.

ONE a pause, a deep breath
TWO a shuffle of his legs as he prepared
THREE he charged forward with all the power in his hind legs, the muscles rippling like magic beniethe the surface.

He hit the tree with one solid strike, and sure enough it toppled over with a creak and crack. The only problem was it didn't dull his frustration at all.... too easy.  

[She-Ra of Etheria]

Alti walked through the forest with a sour look on her face. After so long she had still yet to find enough adept pure Kalona to rally to her cause. Oh there had been some, but certainly not enough to put her plans into motion, but soon, very soon she told herself. This forest so full of trees that all stood so tall and proud, one day this would be what the lands would look like, only not covered with trees but an army of imposing pure bred Kalona to rule over all - all being other Kalona. No more half-breeds, no more inferior breeds, just Kalona everywhere one looked. Certainly not an easy undertaking but Alti would see to it until she the day when she would take her final breath.

A creak and crack of a falling tree caught her attention. What a deliciously destructive sound. Alti had to go investigate just who, or what, had done this. Clearly though in her mind nothing could or would have the desire to destroy a stationary object like a tree unless it was a Kalona.

As her hooves brought her closer to the source of the sound Alti's eyes fell upon a pair of leathery wings, Kalona wings. A vicious smile crossed her lips as she continued forward. She studied him quickly, and carefully. His eyes glowed with a white light much like her own yellow eyes. Horns adorned his head, not only by his ears but along his muzzle as well. Fangs, extra long ones, poked out from underneath his lips. She took in the broken chains on her legs and the length of cloth that was wrapped around his body covered in runes. Interesting, very interesting. He wasn't a true pure blooded Kalona, but he was certainly a sight for sore eyes. Half-breeds did have their purposes now and then and this stallion could be no exception.

"There are far more better things to destroy in these lands than a mere tree." She called out to him as she came around a large tree, her voice was raspy as it had always been even as a foal. Wings unfurled and were held out at her sides, adding to her size and dominance. "Or are you only capable of destroying what cannot fight back?" Snorting Alti tossed her head in mockery. She wanted to see what this stallion was truly capable of.  

[Syaoran-Puu]

Demon growled as he heard a voice from behind him.... how foolish of him to allow someone to sneak up on him. He was lucky to be alive, although he didn't deserve it. He knew better than most that those who played fair deserved to die... it was why he was happy to take every advantage he could, to cheat if he had to. Anything to win. And oh, Demon did like to win. A game was not fun unless that was the outcome, he had lost enough for one lifetime in his opinion.

He turned to face the voice, and his breath stilled in his throat. Another Kalona. Leatherwings closer in design to his siblings that his own, horns much longer and more curved than any he had seen before and a mane of white hair. An old mare? He growled low, age didn't matter in this battle for life or dead, and he knew that those who reached old age from their breed had most likely earned their right to be there... through blood and battle. Demon expected no less from the path he would lead. "Silence mare." He said as he narrowed his eyes, no one insulted him so. "If you wish to insult me more why not bite your tongue and do so as a proper Kalona. Or are you too afraid to fight?" He growled again, the noise rumbling and grumbling in his chest and throat, sending a spray of saliva from his mouth and around him. Not that Demon cared, in that moment his focus was on the arrogant mare.....

....for a moment Demon forgot about his quest for Black magic, forgot about everything but the insult. His front hooves slammed into the ground, carving two paths into the Earth. Demon disliked being seen as 'less' especially since he had earned his reputation through blood, the scars forever imprinted upon his body.


((Just so you know..... IC Demon is basically a pure Kalona XD especially since all his realtives are listed as Kalona's in the new ownerslist. Though if you ask him he will admit that his grandmother is a 'dragon' and not a kalona.... and he is very proud of that fact XD.))  

[She-Ra of Etheria]

Eyes narrowed as she studied the stallions body. He was obviously in excellent shape, seeing the muscles ripple beneath his pelt and he moved. His words, his actions, they spoke greatly to him. Oh yes, she liked him, he embodied the true Kalona spirit. Alti barked a laugh. "Too afraid? I think not." Tossing head, Alti's tail flicked behind her in annoyance. So badly did she want to prove to him that she was a proper Kalona, and yet what was more important to her was her life's work of seeing their kind rise to the top. "If you truly wish then we can have a fight here and now, I have been itching for a worthy combatant for some time now."

Of course there was also a second option, one that she would now share with him. Taking a step forward Alti grunted. "We could spill each others blood, or we could spill the blood of those who do not deserve to live, those whose weak blood sullies not only land but waters down the blood of our own kind." At this Alti spat, it was a sickening thought to think of all those Kalona out there playing lovey dovey to lesser breeds, spawning weak half-blooded children. "The choice is yours stallion."

Wings flared at her side, she was ready, her muscles flinched under her skin, lusting for blood one way or another. But she would let him decide, for their was an important decision to make. Either decision would please her greatly.  

[Syaoran-Puu]

Demon cocked an eyebrow at her words. It was an interesting propect.... but with one problem. "I hunt alone." He said it matter of factly, and it was true... for the most part at least, the only one he other being he ever paired with to hunt by his own choice was his sister Fathom.

Still, that didn't mean Demon was ready to simply shoot her down. "But what do you propose?" He snarled then, a sign of neither ignorance or annoyance, but simply a sign of his blood bubbling within his viens. Before him may be another kalona but it took more than blood to impress him, after all Lana'thel could have been considered to be mostly a Kalona, and she was strong and sadistic... but he had no love for her, instead only hatred. For she had stolen his childhood from him, moulded him into something she wanted him to be.... of course, he did use those skills but that didn't mean he had to thank her for them.

He growled in frustration at his memories, shaking them away as quickly as he could.  

[She-Ra of Etheria]

Alti let a wicked smile cross her lips. "As you should." What Kalona truly worked with others, even of their own kind. No they were all viciously independent, rarely did they form up pairs to hunt or stalk the lands. If they did it was for a reason and once that purpose had been fulfilled they would go their separate ways again, returning to the way it was before. Alti hunted alone as well, she preferred it that way. It meant that no one got in her way, kills were hers and hers alone. One day she may have a purpose to teaming up with one of her own, but for now she flied solo only speaking to others to spread word of her cause.

"What I propose is simple enough. Consider it a very loose partnership in a way. Let me explain what I mean by that." Even if he didn't directly agree with her plans she knew that he would in fact fulfill them. Kalona, those of the pure variety, would eliminate the other lesser breeds out of hatred alone. "You and I both know of the plague that runs about on these lands, producing weak blooded fools time and again. Us Kalona must rise up against these beasts, teach them that we are the superior race and that we will not stop until they have been stripped of this land. The plan is simple. Kill as many as we can and spread the message to others." Such as what she was doing now. Alti was building an army so to speak of, but an army that was made of of independent soldiers who did not and would not be lead about by any one leader. They would all do their own killing on their own time, thus indirection helping out the others.

"So you see," she hissed slightly, tail swishing behind her. "We work together, but we are not together. You kill beasts, I kill some, and others still do more killing. We will all hunt alone, for the benefit of our blood." Simple and effective, just how she liked it.  

[Syaoran-Puu]

Demon listened to her words, it was true he had nothing against killing; especially since he greatly enjoyed the blood of a worthy opponant or two... and the only way to find such a being was to fight. His mother had brought him up with the upbringing of a kalona, their small family unit only remaining together until child surpass the strength of the adult.... for Demon that was swift, he and his sister Fathom remained only until the snow melted three seasons after their birth.... it had been such a passing that had brought the pair closer together, not that he would ever speak of. As far as Demon was concerned Fathom was his only true family, and for her he would go out of his way.... he smiled at the fought, and what fun she brought to his life.

Shaking his head softly to discharge his thoughts he focused once more on the earth called kalona before him, she was much older than he... an impressive feat if she truely lived the way she claimed, she must be strong indeed... and Demon had to admit that he was intrigued to learn her secrets.

Not wanting to reveal more than he wanted, yet at least. "And why... would I join your cause and not simply continue on my own? What is in it for me?" He cocked an eyebrow at her, wondering if he would be able to strike her without her notice... where her reactions slower due to age? Or because she believed she could tame the wildness within him? Either way... all Kalona's were threats, even resting... and he would not make the mistake of lowering his guard around her, or any other of his breed for that matter.

His eyes looked to her eyes, glowing gold while his own glowed white. Another trait of their breed perhaps? He had never really noticed before, or perhaps it was simply a clue that they were stronger in some way, standing out among even their own dominate breed.