GROVEL // HERD MEETING

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S C H I N D L E R

Winter suits the velvet skinned murderer, cracking his terrible lips into an even worse smile. Schindler was, surprisingly, in a good mood - and for those poor souls he had under his elegant, bloodied fists this was not a good sign. He had successfully stolen Magdalena back from the black whore Calla (now another name on his substantial list of enemies) and though he was certain she had wanted to exact her own revenge on the woman, he had simply not enjoyed the time it was taking. Magda was his Queen and his twin - and Schindler desired her presence daily. There was nobody else to gloat with, nobody to match his intellect and his grace… except… well, there was one girl. Her skin, like the palest golden sky… the God King blinked savagely, clearing his amber eyes and returning his thoughts to his own control. 

It had been too long since he had gathered the herd - it was time to see them grovel again, for the return of his beloved Magdalena. 

CURRENT POSTING ORDER;
SCHINDLER
GRACE
MAGDALENA
CHARLOTTE/MADDOX
LILAH

Kezz with Mags, Whipster Crow, Ohio, Cas, Lilah RED&BLACK ! Maddox, Charlotte Bandit Lark @txepster Jolicia Laredo Elipsis musical Chess, Vanguard, Gracelyn ♥ posts will work in order of who replies first / then order will be established with each new poster - thread will continue as new replies come in.

[musical]

I am in misery
There ain't nobody who can comfort me
Why won't you answer me
The silence is slowly killing me

To say she was conflicted, well that barely scratched the surface of the young girls feelings. Her avian-boned frame had grown in size, elongated and quadrupled in beauty. Soft, rosy lips parted as she watched him from the foliage, hiding like a stalker. It felt forbidden being this close to him, like she would be eternally damning herself if she stepped from cover, to have his eyes on her once more. Having snuck from her half brother Vanguard's protective wing late last night, the little butterfly was tired but electrified by Schindler - what would it feel like to have him touch her once again?

It had been so long since she'd seen him, and he had grown too. The King had filled out, his shoulders broadened and his jaw more stoic - if it was possible he had gotten more beautiful himself. Grace was just about to step into the sun when her conscience stopped her dead - but he was a murderer! Did she want to associate herself with such a person? Someone who had killed once would find it easier to do so again, what if it was her next time?

But maybe Schindler hadn't done it, maybe it had been his razor sharp sister who'd coerced him into it, who'd delivered the killing blow. Yes, that must be it. Grace was sane, she couldn't fall for a maniac. So she shook free her already loose moral compass and took a ballerina's step into view.

"Hello Schindler."

★SPACED and everyone else! || I love her sm <3

[RED&BLACK !]

         

CHARLOTTE&MADDOX

tickle that cheek and take your throne
fill your veins with gushing gold

    Does this not seem familiar? Is Maddox not dredging up memories with each step that hits the ground - are they not coming together in bits and pieces, as brother and sister walk side by side? The scenery is different. Here the leaves howl and rustle, and they are bigger than Charlotte's head, covered in gloss and rainwater - but still foliage, like their old home. Here the animals do not scramble for cover as they should, but instead look up at the pair with those strange wet eyes. Here, instead of the wind, the ocean is background to the weeping and the laughter. And neither child can remember feeling so closed in. But this feeling of walking side by side, and matching steps and rolling muscles, this they know. This will not change through the years and the settings. 

            Maddox inhales, and the air is damn with salt and sorrow. He is still not used to the crushing weight of the water in the air, or the pressure of the plants closing in around him. But his step does not falter. It has not in many months. His broad shoulders part the shaking leaves and muscles roll under gunmetal skin as the former heir tries to shake the thoughts from his head. Concern and fear twist in his chest, his throat. He has not seen Nerissa or Lilah or anyone he cares about in ages. And Charlotte is solid next to him - the blood he knows, the eyes he cares for - but he can tell that she does not see things the same way he does. When he looks at her looking at Schindler and finds adoration in that bright-blue gaze:

    Oh, he shudders. To think of what could come from that.

    And Charlotte slinks beside him, silent, watchful, greedy. Curls of silky black hair tumble over her shoulders, and her eyelashes are fluttering nervously across her cheek. The closer she gets to Schindler's familiar scent, the harder it becomes to breathe. And eventually, Charlotte knows, she will simply forget to take a breath in his present, until her body screams for oxygen and she tells it be quiet, not here, not now. When a break in the forest appears, their steps break out of sync, and she starts holding her breath.

    Maddox blinks, watching her. As she twists her way up to the god king like a fox, a virgin, someone under a spell - and he falls behind, drawing up to a slow stop as Charlotte fights the urge to drape herself around this boy.

    He is disappointed, but not exactly surprised.

SHIN OF GS + ADOX

★SPACED and other - sorry if this doesn't make sense, I'm tired,
but first post I've had muse for in forever!

[Whipster]

Lilah is not phased so much by loneliness anymore. More so, she was numb. After returning from the Den with no closure, no hope, you could have considered her broken. But she told herself this was not the case, she did not mourn, instead carried the façade of a confident woman. The daughter of Calla was never around the island anymore. Quickly had her infatuation with the new King dissipated, and slowly did she remember all the good of her Maddox, oh sweet Maddox, and she could not hurt him. She would not give him up for anything.

And so the tall woman stepped from the shadows with a grave look upon her face. Lilah had grown since last year, she filled and grew curves that even her mother could not compete with. Nor Schindler's Queen, no matter who would tell her different. The sleek black spider did not flinch at the thought of the tyrants reign, never would, because she knew where her heart stood now. Lilah raised her grown to acknowledge the king, but she surprised herself even as her long limbs stopped just at Maddox's shoulder, lips pursed and ears neutral on her top.

[★SPACED]

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As they arrive one by one schindler sits back on his throne and smiles, devouring every one of them in his mind - the delightful grace, so sweet and eager to prove herself. stoic maddox, all calm and patient, though schindler suspected he was wearing his shackles with a heavy heart. charlotte… oh darling charlotte! she remained loyal and loving and desperate, and she stoked the flames of his tyranny oh so well. then lilah, poor little lilah. she'd lost her infatuation quickly and was no better for it judging by the look on her lovely face. ah well, some people couldn't take murder. 

he grinned and hopped down from his pedestal gracefully, sharks smile sharp and poisonous. he went to Grace first, allowing his alluring golden eyes to connect with hers as if they were sharing a secret;

"Grace, my darling. Where have you been? I've missed that treacherous smile of yours"

he leaned in close, lips grazing her sharp cheekbone with delicate finesse;

"It's an absolute killer."

a wink, a smile, a brush of her shoulder and he moved on to charlotte. she looked as pretty as ever, her soft skin paper-thin, tearable, translucent even. schindler felt a vast and all encompassing need to rip it from her muscles. but he did not. instead he leaned in close, a teasing smile on his black lips.

"little dove, i've missed you so. if you got any prettier i feel i'd have trouble keeping my feet"

he shot a glance to maddox, whom she'd arrived with.

"but if you've found another…"

he left the connotation hanging, knowing that charlotte would be tortured by the notion that he could think her unfaithful. as if he'd of cared. to lilah, schindler only threw a wink before taking up his position at the head of the crew. magda had yet to arrive - as with others in the herd, and he was growing impatient. he wanted her grit and gore, her perfect smile and her beautiful brutality. he noticed little eponine arrive, the last daughter of his grandfather and he offered her a sickly sweet smile. she was quick to tuck herself closer to maddox, although his attention passed quickly. 

soon the black widow would arrive, and then nobody would be safe.

Kezz Whipster RED&BLACK ! musical

[musical]

They say that your best ain't good enough
So don't bow down
When you could be rising up

Euphoria spread through her veins like a wildfire through a forest, itching her skin and giving her goosebumps. She didn't know the others, and didn't care to know. They were all blurry shapes when he was in her sight anyway. He moved closer, slinking closer as if their being near each other was forbidden and the others couldn't see them; a romance which was bound to the shadows. Gracelyn watched the muscles roll under his smooth, taught skin, and it only stoked the fire in her belly further.

"Grace, my darling. where have you been? I've missed that treacherous smile of yours" A brief feeling of surprise passed over her face at his exclamation of her treacherous smile - if anything she thought herself to not be badass enough for him, but it was soon choked by the realisation of how close he was to her. She stood like a statue, only her eyes locking and moving with his. "it's an absolute killer."

She almost didn't feel his touch because her body was so enthralled by his proximity, like Mercury flying too close to the Sun, and it then was gone. Fleeting, a moment now in the past, Schindler moved on like a King would, and should. Graces' orbs followed him, her vision only sharpening on her fellow herd members (or prisoners) when he reached Charlotte. A sickly looking thing of ordinary beauty she was - what did he see in her that Grace didn't have? Jealously bloomed, green and gigantic in her chest unfamiliar and unwelcome. A small part of her not tangled in Schindlers' web screamed out to remember herself but it was ignored. She was completely and utterly under his spell.

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[Kezz]

Magdalena's rage was absolute. It stretched beyond the reaches of sanity and wrapped itself tightly round her black heart; cooking up malice with each passing moment away from her throne and her brother. Those months spent crawling through the canyon, watching that dust-coloured slattern play at being queen, had embittered the spider-eyed girl. How dare Schindler leave it so long! How could she have let herself fall into the role of damsel in distress! Magdalena hissed, snarled even; listening to the thrum of her wrath; fury radiating from every pore, every cell. It did not take much to light the fire of violence in Magdalena, and once lit there was not a force alive to put it out.  

But the shark-queen was home, at last, and she intended to make her presence known. Over the sand she wove, slithering up the shore, forked tongue tasting the air: the herd were not far. The gold-skinned queen paused at the edge of the jungle, and stood for a moment beneath the unrelenting sun, light bouncing off her thin, angular figure. It was time these fools learned the true meaning of oppression; they thought their time so far had been troublesome? They knew nothing, nothing at all. And the black widow stalked into the midst of her hot, wet jungle paradise, feeling the foliage caress her hips and the dampness as it dripped down onto her shoulder blades. Her silvercream locks lay strewn in a mad labyrinth of curls and silk, a single strand draping down over her near-black eyes — eyes which told of butchery, of atrocity, of calculated crime. 

The queen arrived silently, at first, watching from the shadows with a chelsea smile splitting wide from ear to ear. There he was: standing stoic and predatory as ever at the helm, and for a moment Magdalena simply stared at him, the bloody grin fading into an obscure, deadpan gaze. Once there had been but unadulterated adoration for Schindler, but now such passion had been tainted by her time in the shackles of that harlot. But, instead of contemplating such thoughts in her own bed of ire, Magdalena spread a slippery smirk on to her lips before sweeping out from the shadows. She laughed, throwing back her brilliant head of hair as she strode toward her brother. "Well, lets see them, Schindler. Let me see their pretty little faces." The falling syllables were sugary, almost sweet, but there was something laced into the core of her voice that was so inhumanely sick that it was impossible to mistake her words as benign. The woman hissed, brushing her lips against her twin's ears and settling at his shoulder, before turning to face the peasants - as she called them.

"An army of sheep led by lions." she murmured amusedly, almost half to herself.