[sub][i]KhoZee Productions presents:[/i][/sub][centre][h1]Cruel Love[/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/xOyB9Zp.png[/img][h2][b][color=fff79a] T O N T A[/color][/b][/h2] & [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/684444351199576076/831487025180835850/cooltext381473884215423.png[/img] [i]In which two goddesses meet, get dressed, [s]make love,[/s] and make war.[/i] [img]https://www2.gvsu.edu/vangm/backgroundsandotherpictures/pinkrosevine.gif[/img][/centre] [INDENT][indent][b]PREVIOULSY[/b]: WYN, pale goddess of beauty, creates her embassy on MONS DIVINUS, a true monument to perfection. Later, she saves ARIRA, the cycles goddess, and takes her home. There they speak and a flustered ARIRA is eventually [i]seduced[/i] by the irresistible WYN. Meanwhile TONTA, goddess of life, escapes the realms of death where she had witnessed EKU, death goddess, perish. Emerging into the Ashlands, she creates the varasons and ashland hounds before venturing forth once more... [/indent][/INDENT] When Dihar Adech approached Tonta she did not quite clock at first that he was a soul. They lounged together for three days before she got up and told him she would now be eating him, and he told her then that he had only one request of her. “Go on,” the goddess nodded. “As I am already dead, I wan-” “You’re what?” The goddess exclaimed, taking a hold of him and looking more closely for the first time. “Oh. Goodness. So you are.” She leaned back. “How’d that happen?” “Well, I was resting - minding my own business as you do - when along came this tiny, rude lady-” “Ah, tiny and rude. They seem to go together don’t they?” The goddess muttered. “Anyway, so: tiny and rude.” “Exactly. She didn’t like me for some reason and decided to just… well, she tore my head off. And out o-” “Oh my! That’s great.” The goddess laughed. “Was it like, a clean tearing off, or was it like, really bloody?” “Uh, the latter actually - but shouldn’t y-” but Dihar was cut off once more. “Oh my! Small, rude, and STRONK. Who was it? Where is she?” “I followed her for a while, but she just ignored me. Last I saw her she was at this great mountain.” Tonta nodded absentmindedly and quickly gobbled up Dihar’s soul. “Mountain, right!” When Tonta got to Mons Divinus - getting distracted on the way by a weird misty swampland with all manner of disgusting creatures she did not remember making - she was pleasantly surprised by the great degree of nothing that she found. She circled round the mountain one way, then circled around it the other, and found nothing (although she smelled a particularly fetid stench coming out of one place). It wasn’t until she [i]felt[/i] another goddess that she thought to look up, and even as she looked she felt the coming of the seasons and all the cycles that were necessary for life. She had not felt their absence before - as though by her mere will all the animals and life forms had merely existed, all the cloud whales and octopi had gone on feeding and raining without a care for the seasons or the climes. But now that they were here everything seemed more logical. “That’s important, I guess,” Tonta shrugged as she began climbing the mountain. She took her time and it was not until the following afternoon that she arrived up top and was able to behold the city. She had come across a few humans on her climb and whenever she saw one she boinked its head off rather cleanly. “I think I’m meant to be angry at you guys or something.” But as it were, she eventually recruited one of them to lead her to where a specific goddess lived. “Do you know her name?” The woman she had grabbed asked. “No. Hey, Dihar, do you know her name?” Dihar’s great serpentine head emerged from Tonta’s back, to the shock of the woman, and he shook it. “No, don’t know her name.” “Uh, do you know what she looks like?” The human asked. “Oh! Yes,” Tonta said, “she’s small, rude, and strong.” The human looked at the goddess with pursed lips. “Uh… can you be more specific?” Tonta turned back to Dihar. “Be more specific, jackass.” The former-drakhorey gave a hissing sigh. “Well, she was white. White hair, white skin, white eyes-” “OH!” The human exclaimed, cutting Dihar off, “I know her. She lives in - what did she call it? It’s that white place there, see?” Tonta turned her head to where the human was pointing and she did indeed see. “Nice, thanks... uh, what’s your name?” “Ba-” but before the woman could finish, Tonta threw her to Dihar. “Lunch, Dihar.” It was indeed. Without further ado, she dashed down into the city, ignored everyone and everything, and rushed up the marble pathway, past the fountains with the naked women, inside to the temple proper, up towards the cool statue of her slaying a drakhor- “wait-” she came to a screeching halt and looked again, “that ain’t me.” “No, that’s her!” Dihar declared. Only he was hissing and spitting of course because he couldn’t talk. “Well, it’s pretty cool buuttttt…” a huge hammer and chisel exploded into the goddess’ hands and she took to hammering away at Wyn’s face. A great cloud of marble and stone rose up and the cacophony was something vicious. When at last Tonta stepped back she beheld the statue: herself standing above the corpse of Baknul Adech. “There, what d’ya think?” “Uh, are you sure that was a good idea?” Dihar asked. “Sure! We drakhorey slayers are best friends. And I’ve killed…” she counted on her fingers, “two? I can’t remember. I’m sure she’ll appreciate this present. Anyway, where is sh-” but Tonta had not finished her words before she spotted her host, clearly drawn by the great amount of noise Tonta had been making. “Oh my god oh my god. Quickly hide Dihar. I need to look pretty and your ugly head is not wanted here.” The pale Wyn, her arms crossed, floated down a flight of stairs, eyes drawn to Tonta with suspicion. She wore nothing on her person and her hair was held up in a messy bun. “My god, aren’t you just the prettiest!” Tonta exclaimed as the other goddess approached. Wyn, for her part, said nothing before she came to a halt before Tonta. Her feet lightly set down on the ground and she eyed Tonta up with a side glance as her main focus was upon the statue. Her lips curled down into a frown, arms coming uncrossed before she looked down at the life goddess again, who, for her part, smiled innocently. [Color=thistle]“Is it common practice,”[/color] Wyn began in a haughty voice, [color=thistle]“to deface artworks where you come from? To chisel away unwelcomed? Turning perfection imperfect?”[/color] she asked. Tonta looked back at the statue. “Art? That?” Her eyes turned back to Wyn. “I thought it was just a record of the best drakhoslayer - and that, I’ll have you know, is [i]me[/i].” She thumped her chest proudly. “So, out of respect for the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, I had to change it for you. I’d be grateful if someone went out of their way to ensure the accuracy and faithfulness of my works to be honest. Consider it a gift, from me to you.” Almost without pause, she stepped forward and placed her hands on Wyn’s cheeks, then pinched them. “My goodness, how are you so- well, like you say, perfect.” She withdrew her hands quickly. “Oh, I’m Tonta by the way. What’s this place anyway?” The pale goddess recoiled at the touch with a look of shock. She blinked once, twice and then took a sharp breath. [Color=thistle]"Oh… So many words, such little meaning. You are not one for manners, I see… Tonta. Nor would any education benefit you. There is a wildness to you, infectious to some, a hindrance to others. But even as I speak these words, they fall like leaves, soon forgotten. Pointless, aren't they?"[/color] she sighed. Tonta snickered slightly at Wyn’s words. “Well, hey. Fuck you too,” she grinned. Wyn raised an eyebrow. [Color=thistle]"My, such crass language Tonta. One might think it unbefitting of a Goddess' stature, not that you would care I think. But, if you must know, this is my embassy and I am Wyn, Goddess of Beauty. I must thank you for your compliments, it seems you do have an eye for it, at least."[/color] she gave a small bow. The life goddess acknowledged Wyn’s words with a nod. “I don’t claim to be perfect, but I know a pretty face when I see one. And you know, you’ve got a great, uh, ‘bod’ and all, but don’t you think it would be even prettier if you wore something? I have it on good authority that I’m a [i]great[/i] fashion advisor, and I think you’ll look stunning in… hmmm,” she clicked her fingers and a great black dress wrapped itself around Wyn, the darkness standing in stark contrast to her skin of perfect snow. A mirror formed up before the goddess and Tonta stood [url=https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/008/257/568/large/xenia-bubanja-the-queen-small.jpg?1511536963]Wyn[/url] before it. “Alright, maybe that’s a bit over the top - but my, I could just eat you up. Don’t you think?” [Color=thistle]"Hm. Perhaps there is some merit to that claim."[/color] Wyn said as she looked at herself. She blinked and the head-dress turned to smoke, leaving her flowing white locks to fall down. [Color=thistle]“And perhaps such an alteration to my statue can be forgiven.”[/color] She looked at Tonta through the mirror. [Color=thistle]“If your plan was to seduce me, perhaps that's working too.”[/color] She gave a sly smile. The life goddess seemed to lose her composure for the first time, blood rushing to her cheeks. “What!? Me? No! I mean, you’re pretty but- uh, I’m not. Like. Uh. Sharrup.” She stepped away and turned to the statue, coughing loudly. “And anyway, my alterations were good - you’re just too dense to see it.” She turned her head back mischievously. “You should give me a kiss right here,” she tapped her cheek, “and tell me you’re sorry. AND DON’T THINK I FORGOT THAT YOU CALLED ME DUMB!” She harrumphed and turned back away with an exaggerated air of offense. A slender hand wrapped around Tonta's neck, another wrapped around her waist and she was pulled into Wyn from behind. [Color=thistle]“As you wish.”[/color] The beauty goddess breathed into her ear, before placing a gentle kiss upon her cheek and then another like a parting gift. The goddess sighed in Tonta's ear, her hand cupping itself around the goddess’ chin. [Color=thistle]“I apologize for my behavior, my lady. I judged you too quickly. I was rude… Uncouth. You are exquisite.”[/color] She tilted Tonta's neck with care and blew upon a spot before going in for another kiss. The life goddess flushed crimson and allowed the other goddess to continue, enjoying the unfamiliar sensations on her skin, the softness and warmth of the other, the hammering of her heart. “Yo- you’re a terrible liar,” she coughed, her face burning, “but I don’t mind if… you lie to me a bit more.” She turned around in the other’s arms and buried her face into Wyn’s shoulder, biting at the nape of her neck before moving upward and catching an earlobe between her lips. She withdrew and her eye caught Wyn’s, causing Tonta to smile sheepishly. “Th- those cannibals would have had a carnival over you.” With the back of her fingers, Wyn caressed Tonta’s cheek while her other hand pulled the shorter goddess in. Wyn nibbled on Tonta’s ear before placing gentle kisses upon her neck. After several moments of this she spoke, [color=thistle]“would you devour me?”[/color] She smirked, then took one of Tonta’s hands and gave a tug. [color=thistle]“Come.”[/color] She said, voice dripping with yearning. [color=thistle]“Come have a taste.”[/color] And oh, did she devour her. When Wyn returned the favour, however, Tonta lying back in the bed and allowing the pleasure to rock her slowly, the life goddess could not shrug off a deep and growing feeling of unease. She could not place her finger on why she was suddenly so tense until, very suddenly, the voice of Mouse (yes, that very Stupid Dumbfuck) echoed in her mind. “Oh, fuck,” Tonta groaned. “Have you no shame, lady?” he had asked her, “you who have taken the form of woman, have you no regard for the sacredness of the womanly form and the holy bonds that precede the union of man and woman? Have you no regard for the chastity and honour of those whose form you have assumed?” “Sh-shut up,” Tonta muttered, an almost comical mix of pleasure and annoyance flashing on her face. At the sound of those words, Wyn stopped and looked at Tonta, tilting her head. [color=thistle]“Is something wrong, my lady?”[/color] She asked innocently. Tonta glanced down at her. “Oh, umm… n- no. I just- well, remembered something stupid.” She gulped and wrapped a leg around Wyn’s back, drawing her back in. “I- uh, was enjoying thaat,” she purred with a broad, purse-lipped smile. But no sooner had Wyn returned to her ministrations when the life goddess jumped backwards and her foot flew out, smacking Wyn across the face and launching her right out of the bed and into the opposite wall. “I FUCKING HATE THAT MOUSE!” Tonta wailed, and the force of the wail alone caused the bed to collapse beneath her. She blinked and jumped out. “Oh. Shit. W- Wyn?” She approached the pale goddess and looked down at her with guilt and concern. A small stream of violet ran from the pale goddess’ nose as she snapped her eyes open, revealing narrow slits not unlike those of a snake. She touched the ichor flowing from her nose as she stared daggers up at Tonta. The life goddess winced and bit her lip. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.” Wyn looked upon her blood and her face contorted into a look of cold fury. Tonta took half a step back, fear and uncertainty in her eyes, but in an instant Wyn was on her feet and towering above the life goddess. She grabbed her by the throat and hissed, [color=thistle]“this is how you treat ME?”[/color] She threw Tonta to the side, the force of the blow shattering the wall. Wyn was upon her before the stone had even settled, pinning her down even as she mewled in shock and struggled. [color=thistle]“I let you desecrate my art. I let you dress me. I let you bed me. And. You. Hit. ME? Abhorrent!”[/color] Wyn backhanded Tonta across the face and then let her drop. [color=thistle]“Leave. Now. Do not return.”[/color] She commanded, standing above her, seething. The life goddess remained crumpled on the ground, her eyes wide and shocked, for what felt like an age, clearly attempting to process what had happened over the course of the last few split seconds. Her eyes grew wet and she brought a hand to where Wyn’s hands - velvety and coaxing not mere minutes ago - had caused ripples of pain. She did not cry, however, and through the hammering of her heart and her roiling emotions she was able to stagger to her feet and brush the dust and shattered marble of the wall from her naked form. She looked at the taller Wyn, her eyes still wet. And even as Wyn gazed back they hardened, as though a layer of ice was growing across them. Tonta chuckled mirthlessly then. “Y-you’re still dense, Wynnie. You don’t need to apologise this time though, you’re forgiven,” and she blew her a kiss, turned around, and walked away before adding loud and clear, “fucker!” [color=thistle]“Bitch.”[/color] Came a cold response from Wyn. Tonta snapped her fingers and her great flowing yellow cloak wrapped itself around her, and she was soon out of sight. [centre][img]http://www.clker.com/cliparts/2/0/8/2/13958637341838857810border%20flower%20rose%20line-hi.png[/img][/centre] Wyn stared at the statue of Tonta, fists clenched. The previous hours' events were still at the forefront of her mind. That insolent cur, who was she to make her bleed? To mock her? To deface her? She was nothing! She had made her a fool… In a flurry of rage, Wyn attacked the statue, bashing it to pieces. When it was dust, the fire inside still burned. She was not satisfied with the stone. No… what was it she had said… that she held the record for slaying those, drakhorey? Well… that could change. [centre][img]https://www2.gvsu.edu/vangm/backgroundsandotherpictures/pinkrosevine.gif[/img][/centre] [list][*][hider=Summary]Tonta talks to the soul of the drakhorey that Wyn killed once. The soul tells her about his death and, intrigued, Tonta goes to the Mons Divinus to meet this goddess and ends up running into humans who tell her the location. They get nommed and Tonta shows up at the Ivory Embassy and ‘fixes’ the statue of Wyn standing triumphant above her drakhorey slain foe. Wyn shows up and is flabbergasted. After a quick conversation, with ups and downs, Wyn or maybe it was Tonta, seduce one another and they marvin gaye and git it on but then Tonta gets a reality check from Mouse about staying chaste and kicks Wyn in the face, making her bleed. Wyn reacts poorly and slams Tonta around before backhanding her. She then tells Tonta to gtfo, the life goddess coming to her own conclusion about the nature of love and after a few choice words from both parties, Tonta leaves. Later, Wyn swears revenge. Drakhorey kill count over the course of the time-skip: Wyn: 514 (fueled by pure rage) Tonta: 356 (she got the last one, SO SHE WINS) Other: 130 (incl. 1 by Exo) [/hider] [*][hider=MA Expenditure]A super sexy dress. A glorious horse kick. A royal bitch slap.[/hider][/list]