My sword and shield? Or my fuck toy? ((BoundWings&Dramamine)

[BoundWings]

Cinaed had been sitting in his little makeshift fort for a few hours a wine glass in his hand filled with human blood. His long silky smooth long hair flowing over his forehead and shoulders. His eyes were a dark blue, almost a purple in hue. His fancy cloak and shirt laced with red silk in tribal blade designs. His large scythe at his side, his eyes scanning over a bloody battle field, well...it was more of a whole sale slaughter, nothing in his army's path was spared, save for some of the women. Of course these were the spoils of the victor.

His mind was drifting over other things, the sweet sounds of blades clashing and fires raging nearby made him at peace. A few sips from his wine glass and he was from his throne, some of the succubi walking close behind him, their spears raised and his own personal banner flying behind him. The banner was red and black with a pair of wings embroidered on it. One of his closest captains had gone and done something incredibly foolish. Crossing him was a fate that was never to end pretty.Figures that it was a male. Cinaed hated most males, he couldn't get through to them, and they almost always tried to rise against him.

The old troll had crossed him, warning his brother of his rise to power. Cinaed was a younger demon, very much on the rise, his blood lust unquenchable by anything the world could offer. His eyes had locked on the troll, the large scythe in front of him, his body shaking with fury. His brother was one of the few who would try and stop him, he wanted to have a balance of humans and the demon kind. Cinaed on the other hand, wanted to slaughter them all, or at least enslave them for the demon kind's wishes.

It was only for a moment that the old troll say his angered general before the long blade of Cinaed's scythe was rammed through his bone and flesh. The tip of the blade a foot away from the trolls face "Fool..." was the only word uttered by Cinaed before he pulled the blade up, slicing the troll in two. With a sigh he walked back to his fort, eyeing a female centaur and her herd of females. He nods his head, his body covered in blood. "I need a bath..." Cinaed says with a slight un-pleased sigh. He licks a little of the blood from his right hand and licks his lips.

 

[dramamine213]

Braena the Traitor Exile, as she was known now, navigated her small heard of women moved quickly through this troubled part of the land. After he failed rebellion against the centaur elders, she found herself at the whims of the forest. Finding only hate and backstabbing liars, she soon found another calling. She decided to take her military knowledge and for an all female group of warriors. Only the best were to enter her herd.

With Braena was 'Glory', the full blooded mountain orc berserker; her dual weilding axes were no match for common mortals. Aggar Mrokra, the mighty blue-skinned ogre mage, wielded great natural magic along with her monk-trained fist fighting style. 'Nimbus', the sea harpy, was great arial archer with impossibly good aim. And finally there was Lianna, the half black-dragoness, who's undestanding of all things nature led her to be the most dangerous in the forest.

As they proceeded to march between the mounds of the dead, the spoke quietly to each other. Nimbus flew overhead, trying to keep a good scouting of the area, she noted the makeshift fort. It didn't seem of importance to mention at this moment, so she flew on. The other eagerly followed their leader, without question.

Braena, looking up to Nimbus often for signs of anything, kept her keen ears listening. She could still hear battle close by and she wanted to steer clear of it. That last thing she needed was this group of battle hardened and spiteful females to turn against her.

 

[BoundWings]

After a short bath Cinaed was out and about the only thing he had been wearing was his now cleaned cloak and his pants. Bear footed and wings full spread. Huge black bat like wings spread out as a sign of victory to his army. The sound of the roar was deafening and he loved it. The smell of blood and gore was everywhere, ash blocked out the sun and he couldn't help but laugh maniacally. His soldiers were happy, and they had a nice little bounty of captured slaves. It looked like everything was going to be pleasant. It was several hours before everyone had started to come back to the camp, bloodied and weary, they only searched for a nice patch to lay down and rest. Some went to the hot springs located farther back in the camp. Many of the succubi beckoned for Cinaed to come and play with them but he had to wave them down.

He now had to figure out how to deal with the loss of most of his captains. His look went from cheerful to all business, his body stiff and his eyes set on the main gate. Any of his kind was welcome, any one who was human normally never got anywhere near the fort. KNights were no match, nor were any of the noble creatures. The pegasus had been slain by his own hands, it's wings cut off and hung up behind his chair in his personal tent. He smirked at how the poor creature was in shock when he took flight. Normally he never did such a thing, leaving most of the filth and rablle to his harem of blood thirsty whores. all of them wanting to get off on the smell of carnage.

He could hear the cheers and music around in the camp and slowly calmed down, walking out to the front of the gate with his scythe and his wings wrapped around his body slightly. Normally he kept them in check, but during the night of a full moon they always came out. He was a child of Luna, a demon of immense power, rivaled only by him in cruelty and domination of the human populace. And as it was, his own personal kingdom had grown largely in the past few years. The capital of his nation stood on an Island that was surrounded by a massive wall. He would be returning soon...

Though in a daze he had noticed the band of demonic folk walking towards the camp. His senses very attuned to what was going on around in front of him. His scythe was in hand and his eyes looked on the centaur female. With a motion of his hand he signals for them to step forward.

 

[dramamine213]

Braena had a mental image flicker in her head. A young and attractive winged man beckoned her. It was curious to her. Her head turned to regard the fort in the distance and she stopped her band of women, speaking to the softly. "Who commands this?" she said pointing to the fort.

The women looked to each other, expecting one or another to have an answer. Aggar grew tired of the talking and cast a simple scrying spell. Surely, the demon would sense the scrying, but its intent was of curiousity and not anything malicious. The ogress spoke of the man Braena had just seen beckon her. Understanding such things were either magic or divinely influenced, she decided that she would see what this man was about.

Waving Nimbus to follow, the band of five would make their way towards the fort. Braen made sure to avoid the scuffles outside as she didn't want to see battle so soon after her Orders of Exile. Making her way to the fort, she held her prized mithril spear and steel shield, ready for any who'd challenge her or her herd.