THE WILD HUNT

"And so have I," snarled Abaddon as he assumed his feral stance. As Abaddon had observed before, the armor would be much to difficult to pierce immediately, so his six tendrils morphed into a Daedric warhammer's design. Bludgeoning and slightly piercing on one end, and wholly piercing on another. "I'll have you know however, where I come from, the size and numbers of your enemies does need't matter. There are individuals much like myself who have also leveled city's just through fighting with another like themselves! Individuals who have reduced the ranks of soldiers down to nothing! And guess what?... I've killed more than my share of these beings." Abaddon roared and screeched as Blood's armor let out a terrible sound. Great, he also came packed with super sounds as well.... it would take more than just this to faze Abaddon however, he nd his symbiote had adapted well enough to resist such a weakness for a short while. Despite the fact that his "battle cry" was a result of pain, Abaddon was able to pass it off as nothing but a battle cry itself...

The six tendrils on Abaddon's back grew larger and sharper in response, as did his claws and fangs. It was almost showtime.... "Hahaha! I have felled countless mutants, mages, and entities that could all do the exact same thing! Do you think I should be worry about a few magic tricks?!" Abaddon refrained from telling him about his own supernatural powers.

Abaddon tilted his head slightly to the side as he heard the slightly threatening tone in Blood's voice. Two possibilities were at hand: Either this guy was some sort of elite guard to Sombra, or he was a rebel against Sombra whose obvious goal was to bring his downfall and take out anyone who may be allied with him. Abaddon thought to lie, but his pride began to grow. Why did it matter whose side this soldier was on? Abaddon feared no one. He was a king in his own regard, was he not? Why should he fear the wrath of anyone, it was everyone else who should be wary of him. He laughed a little as he began to pace around, still wary of Blood. "From what I've heard, Sombra is a ruler of tremendous power who overthrew fair and just rulers of this land. His rule is... unfair in the eyes of even some of his own guards. Now imagine what everybody else feels like." The tendrils on Abaddon's back stilled themselves as they stood ready to strike and swat at any sudden movement. "But I'm all for rising to power by deposing rightful rulers, and maybe even creating a bit of a more... harsh government," Abaddon continued to say in an amused tone of voice. "Sombra's reign isn't important to me, it's his power I'm interested in. Perhaps he will be a decent enough challenge in my search for power...."

Abaddon grunted in frustration at the repeated question. What was he supposed to say? Whatever, anything might as well go in this weird world. "I don't have any set intent here. We actually just kind of... wound up here by accident. However, if there is one thing in mind, it's to meet some guy known as Sombra..."

"That was unnecessary," Abaddon told Blood as he watched the chainsaw tear the wolf apart. "Not everything needs to be killed with mawsive weapons you know, my tendrils had it dead the moment they stabbed their way into its body." Abaddon dropped down from the tree and continued to examine Blood. He had a couple of things about this guy sorted out, all he wanted to know was the durability of his armor and his final disposition towards him. The armor was bulky, definitely made to withstand a beating and penetration. Looks like Abaddon might need to go about different routes for fighting this marine should things get hostile.

Abaddon watched as the space soldier showed off his weapons. Wonderful, looks like he was loaded with some hi-tech gear, and the type that could destroy just about anything organic in a single blow. "What a hax," Abaddon thought to the symbiote. "How much could we hold up against that type of firepower?" "#A bit if it's just us. He might zap me off you for a while, but seeing as I am bonded so strongly to your being I can easily reform so long as you're not struck again while exposed." "Good... we can withstand even several blasts of those if I use the Aura... no worries at all..." For now at least. Deciding to play to the favor of the soldier, he lashed out a tendril from his left arm and entangled the wolf and then sunk sharpened edges into its body.

Abaddon had quickly jumped to the trunk of a large tree to avoid the laser. He was quite familiar with targetting beams, and while some had resulted in him getting shot with annoying bullets, other times he had been shot with some very painful energy shots. Considering this guy was a space soldier, he figured he might have one or two energy weapons on him. "Really, are you horses all hostile to newcomers in this land? We need some Bill of Rights business up in this place or something," Abaddon growled as he stayed perched on the tree. Two large wolves emerged from the darkness, snarling and looking as if they wanted to hunt. Apparently these creatures didn't know a superior predator when they saw one...

Abaddon stopped and turned towards the voice. What now, more guards?! No. This individual was different, he could tell by the armor he was wearing. It seemed strange to Abaddon, it almost resembled other armors the symbiote had seen in the past.... "#Almost reminds me of a space warrior's armor. It might look different from the ones I've seen before, but the build is overall the same..." Some warning signals went off in Abaddon's head. Space hailing... anythings were usually unkind to symbiotes due to their savageness and ability to "infect and corrupt anything they touched". Blood's demeanor also didn't seem all too friendly. "I have no clue really," Abaddon said as he stood and raised his claws in a shrug. "Quite lost really, maybe you could show me the way out." This was a stupid act. Maybe if Abaddon were his actual self, Scipio, he'd have a chance at giving off an air of "innocence" and "naivety". Looking like a demon? Probably not... it was still worth a shot though...

Abaddon had torn the first guard apart more viciously than any creature of the Everfree forest could ever hope to do. As the second guard tried to retaliate, Abaddon didn't even need to stop feeding on the mutilated remains as the symbiote itself extended the tendrils on his back to impale and kill the unfortunate pony. "#These things taste funny," hissed the symbiote as they reduced the bodies down to nothing but mangled bones. Abaddon chuckled. "Can't ever match the good old taste of humans, eh? Oh well, it's better than nothing, and it looks like we'll have to get used to eating horse meat while we're here." "#I suppose something is better than nothing, and honestly these equines would taste almost like cow if cooked...." Abaddon stood up from his feast and looked around. There were glowing eyes watching him, no doubt belonging to some large and dangerous animals. Apparently though, they had watched him tear those ponies apart, because whenever Abaddon looked in their direction they would quickly disappear and be followed by the sound of steps bounding away from the site. "No use staying here, we need to get somewhere else... perhaps that castle... we still need to meet the great 'ruler of darkness'... so that we can humiliate him and feed our own knowledge, and show him that his darkness is nothing..." Abaddon searched for a way out of the Everfree...

Abaddon let out a low growl at the guard's words. Looks like he won't be getting any more information out of these two, and now that he was about to either be held hostage or killed by them... looks like they won't be speaking ever again. "Guess I'll stay here.... FOR DINNER!!" Abaddon roared and lunged for the guard on the right, claws outstretched and fangs ready to sink into the pony's flesh...

A tyrant king of shadows. Yes, this certainly sounded familiar, and such a being was something that Abaddon had already faced before. No more explanation was needed on Sombra at least. He was still curious about these Princesses however. They had the power to raise the sun and moon? Now that right there was actually quite impressive, and for once something seemed... out of reach to Abaddon. He couldn't top that, could he? Afterall, they were both overthrown by Sombra apparently, meaning that even though they had godlike power, they were far from the aspect of invincibility. "Interesting, this world has quite a history to it, huh? This Sombra... where could one find him?"

"Yes, honesty is a noble and honorable thing to have," Abaddon said, playing with the pride of the ponies. Princesses of the Sun and Moon? That was unheard of even to him. He had read of perhaps, personifications of these two things from the ancient tomes of knowledge he had found throughout his constant traveling and traversing, but never of "Princesses". "I also respect power... tell us what this Sombra is like... what are his powers? And of the Princesses. Are they all like you two? Horses?"

"Aw, do we frighten you?" Abaddon laughed as he sharpened the ends of the tendrils and pointed them at the ponies. "So much for me being weak, I haven't even done anything!" Abaddon let out another hiss as he heard the ponies speak about Sombra. "You said this 'king' made this land his... how? What was of it before his ascension to power?" The two guards didn't seem all too bright, so Abaddon figured it would be a good chance to get at least some information about the world he was in.

If Abaddon actually had lips to cover his razor sharp teeth, these two ponies would have seen the sinister grin spread across his face. King of Darkness? Now this little mishap was suddenly becoming even more interesting, perhaps even frightening, but Abaddon wasn't scared. Yet at least. Afterall, the "Dark Entity", as he was simply called, had also been a "ruler of darkness". He even had a whole realm to himself, and Abaddon had shamed him by defeating him and taking his authority for himself. Then there were the other numerous arrogant entities who also claimed to be such rulers, but only ended up getting their heads handed to them on a platter... quite literally too. Abaddon chuckled and assumed his feral stance, crawling slowly on all fours towards the two ponies. "I'm just a poor, lost little boy, all alone in these big dark woods." The tendrils on his back writhed in all directions as he continued to speak, picking up on their unease at their sight of him. It was obvious that these creatures had never seen someone like himself, and if Abaddon was correct in assuming that this land was foreign to "humanoids", then his body form alone would have surprised them. "Tell me, who is this Sombra? What is this land?"

Abaddon hissed and let out a long, forked tongue as he emerged in the world of Equestria. The first thing he noticed was that it was dark, mainly due to the large amount of plant life that covered pretty much everything, even most of the sky due to the larger plants creating a dense canopy above. It seemed... normal however. Kind of like the forests back on Earth. How could this be? Abaddon was sure that he was "plane-jumping" to a realm with immense dark power brewing in it. What had happened? A fluke? No... Abaddon had done this way too many times to mess up like this... That's when everything came into focus, and the scents of the area bombarded Abaddon's keen senses. Some of the plants were indeed unlike anything seen on Earth, and the scents of the area were riddled with the smell of creatures he knew were alien, but never encountered.... Was there any reason for him to be drawn into this place however? Yes... he could feel it... magic abounded in this world like water did the ocean. Not just ordinary magic alone though... dark magic as well. "And it seems to grow stronger every moment... no wonder I was pulled into this realm against my knowing..." Abaddon then quickly turned as he heard the gruff voice of one of Sombra's guards. He didn't expect there to be any "sentient" creatures nearby. Not yet at least. When he saw the two ponies, he was surprised. He had expected at least some humanoid monsters, but not this. Horses? What the heck... Are you sure we didn't do any drugs before traversing? You've seen numerous aliens and even more entities, but a talking horse surprises you? Wow... Abaddon rose to his full height, his sharp tendrils on his back extending at the ready in case these ponies were hostile. "Why? Am I crashing a royal ball? Where the heck is this place anyway?"

Are there any updates on my request? It's been quite a while since I last checked in so I was wondering if you were done with it or not.

"Demons and other related creatures often leave a disgusting smell wherever they've been," Acheron told Blitz when he noticed her bewildered expression. "I am actually unsure of what's with the floor though. Confusing... maybe it's just an effect left behind to cause fear and disorientation?"

Acheron was alert. The air of oppression that was about the area was all too familiar to him, making it clear that there was a strong, demonic concentration of power. The smell of blood filled his nostrils as well. Were there dead bodies nearby? Or was the smell that of a demon lurking nearby?

Hory shet.... That's perfect ! Looks amazing, yeah! You got all of the details right, including his expression. Again, great job man!

"At this point the Jester seems nothing more to me than a whiny filly who throws a tantrum when he doesn't get his way," Acheron mocked as he heard and felt the rumblings caused by the Jester's anger. "Seriously, it's like I'm being threatened by a toddler! Now, is there anything else we should cover about our objectives? What exactly needs to be done, where, et cetera et cetera..." Acheron's mind mulled over Shadow Seer's last words. He could very well be right about not seeing the last of him. Acheron had sensed a strange presence about two of the Demontouched, something he had heard about before but never encountered. If the rest were like Seer amd the Jester, then Acheron would certainly be interested in learning more about them... his way of course, if they weren't willing to give their secrets...

"Hmph, well that was certainly interesting," Acheron scoffed as he dispelled the dark aura he had conjured up to protect himself from damage. He watched as the Jester left, an intrigued look flashing in his eyes. That creature would certainly be a prize for Acheron to extract knowledge from, and after what just happened, he'd be waiting for a chance to submit the Jester to his terrible magic. "I'm quite aware about the nature and dangers of my knowledge," Acheron said to the rest of the ponies, "But rest assured that I'll be in proper control of it. I must warn you all however, that if any of you even dare to take on the same style of actions towards me as the Jester did, I'll have no qualms with 'losing control' to put you in your places..."