How had it come to this? How had she fallen into the grasp of these two monsters? She screamed in agony as yet another flash of pain riddled her body. Elvira was sure she was going to die.... surely she couldn't survive something as painful as this? Something as horrible? It felt as if her skin was burning from the inside, and no matter how she moved or curled she couldn't escape.
She had long since fallen to the ground, long since given up trying to run. She could feel the blood pouring from her rump and down her legs from where they had attacked her to start with.... no... not them, only one had physically beaten her.... the other... the one with the brown pelt.... he seemed to be doing something else to her!
Elvira cried once more, the tears sticky and thick as they rolled down her cheeks. She had thought only Angeni's had powers.... and weren't all Angeni's good? So who was this creature! What was he.... AGHHHHHHHH!!! Her mouth went wide and her mind blank as the excruciating pain rippled through her body.
Zeath smirked and glanced towards his father. It seemed he had a sliver of the Kalona - Black Magic - in him after. Not as much as his father, he had to say he was impressed with how the old guy could manipulate the mare without even raising a hoof.... though Zeath had to wonder where the fun was in that? Didn't Kalona's want to get their hooves dirty? Get them soiled? Corrupt their own souls?
His father was an interesting character, and although Zeath spent lots of time with his grandfather he had to admit that he thought his father was far stronger. That was why he was listening and trying.... at least he had a small advantage. Looking down he flexed his claws, they were odd, the stallion that claimed to father him didn't have them.... and his mother's colouring covered him.... except perhaps the wings.... but why the claws? The only one he knew with claws was Riverio and that was his fathers.... pet? Shaking his head he decided to ignore his thoughts.
Licking his lips he smirked. "Can we eat her now? She looks so delicious writhing around in pain...."
Demon chuckled and swatted his son with his tail. "Patience Zeath, the mare isn't going anywhere.... try again. Try to focus and bring all her illness out, make it painful, focus on a single point in her body and just unleash the potential within you." He licked his lips and grinned.
As far as Demon was concerned Zeath had so much potential. Kalona blood, Kalona looks, but with those wicked looking claws! He was Kalona 2.0! New and improved! If only he could get his son's ability at Black Magic up to scratch.... then he would be perfect!
Licking his lips he walked towards the mare and lowered his large head down her left, she wasn't focusing on anything in particular... had they perhaps blinded her? Illness could do all sorts of strange and wonderful things after all.... and this was the first female he had ever targeted that had riddled in pain. Usually this happened with stallions, and the mares would just become so weak and ill looking they would collapse and die. He remembered the first time he had killed this way.... the rush! The exhilaration! If only Zeath understood.... the pure power of not even having to raise a hoof or horn to destroy someone! Of course, killing the traditional way was indeed fun too. Nothing like feeling the life drain away as he you dug you teeth deeper.
"Now Zeath!" He ordered. His son may be his son, but Demon wouldn't allow anything than the best from his.... student.
"You're no fun." Zeath moaned half-heartedly as he closed his eyes and tried to focus, tried to visual the illness and pull it out, push it the surface.... another scream made him smile as he peeked open his eye. "Did it work?"
Demon looks at the soon to be kill and smirks. "It seemed it did indeed Zeath." Demon had weakened the mare enough for Zeath to practise.... and it was disappointing that she didn't seem to be getting worst.... just bursts of pain.... was his power that weak? Perhaps they should focus on strength training? Or perhaps building up more of his muscles and stamina may allow him to be more competent?
He recalled a lesson from his own teacher.... a long time ago now.... he had hated the bloody mare, had a few scars to show for his time with her. If he ever saw her again, kalona or not, he would likely try to kill her. He smirked.
"Again!"
What a slave driver! He just about managed to resist rolling his eyes, knowing that would only lead to a beating.... a beating he didn't want.... and tried again.
He was getting a headache though.... did his father suffer from these? Should he even mention it?
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