Illya Horncaller

Your cities are ours. Your women are ours. Your lives are ours. You are weak and we are strong. Submit or be destroyed. [LEWD RP]

[Illya Horncaller @OrcishElf]

[I can't believe I made one of these. Ask Illya any burning questions you may have.] https://t.co/zEfZqo9wdH

[Illya Horncaller @OrcishElf]

"How long has it been?"

A question she spoke to herself, her axe hefted upwards. The blade gleams with malice, the cold metal long turned rust colored with blood.

"How long has it been since I've struck fear into their hearts?"

[Illya Horncaller @OrcishElf]

The soft sound of an axe's edge against a grindstone, metal scraping against rock. The air is cold, the breeze bringing about the scent of smoke and blood.

[Illya Horncaller @OrcishElf]

The half blood is out and about in camp. She walks through the expansive site, barking orders or partaking in drills to ensure her warband is up to snuff.

Once she finishes and returns to her hut, she sits by the entrance. A sigh leaves her.

[Illya Horncaller @OrcishElf]

This is the future. The dark future that awaits all who oppose her. Your wives, sisters, mothers, lovers. All of them bound to her, womb full of her spawn and enslaved to her cruel will.

It is where they belong.

It is their /fate/.

[Illya Horncaller @OrcishElf]

See? Is it not better to surrender? Give up your body. Give up your free will. Give it all to this beast of a woman and accept your place underneath her heel.

[Illya Horncaller @OrcishElf]

@aslaveunwilling A sound cold and cruel comes from behind the small girl. Then a voice, feminine in nature. However, every word is distorted by a growling undertone, like a beast barely restrained.

"Suckling your finger like a child, girl? Surely there are better things to put in your mouth."

[Illya Horncaller @OrcishElf]

A perfect representation of Illya when she finds something tender and innocent to destroy.

[Illya Horncaller @OrcishElf]

Illya rises from her bed, leaving her toy for the night quivering on it. She'll come back to it, once she's done with her duties as commander of her forces.

[Illya Horncaller @OrcishElf]

@MistressofMoors "Lead the way. I will be sure to follow."

[Illya Horncaller @OrcishElf]

Amazing how /stupid/ some women become when Illya brandishes herself. It's almost like watching a dog hunger after a bone.

[Illya Horncaller @OrcishElf]

@MistressofMoors "My armies. My own skills. Unless you want something more from me?"

[Illya Horncaller @OrcishElf]

@MistressofMoors A nod. Those terms were enticing. Her men would certainly enjoy them. However, her gaze ended up drifting up and down Maleficent's body.

"Very good terms. I will add one more. You. You will share my bed. Be the queen during the day. At night, your body belongs to me."

[Illya Horncaller @OrcishElf]

@MistressofMoors "Hrmph. And what can you promise to me? What offer can you give that I could not take for myself? After all, no person works for free when the job is killing people."

[Illya Horncaller @OrcishElf]

Reminder about Illya:

Parentage is Orc Father, Elf Mother.

The arm that seems to be covered in armor is actually a prosthetic created by magic.

She's violent, not stupid.

[Illya Horncaller @OrcishElf]

@MistressofMoors "You wish for me to /bow/ to you? To become your dog? Tch."

[Illya Horncaller @OrcishElf]

@MistressofMoors A harsh, barking laugh. It almost sounds like the mocking laugh of a hyena.

"Nobles? I was born a slave, raised in the dirt and bloody mud of an orc camp. I have had my revenge a thousand times over. I have crushed my enemies beneath my heel like insects. But please go on."

[Illya Horncaller @OrcishElf]

@MistressofMoors Her lips curl into a scowl, arms crossed underneath her chest as the other speaks.

"Of course. But I have no need for stations or titles."

[Illya Horncaller @OrcishElf]

@MistressofMoors "Then what /should/ I consider you, mage? Please, enlighten me."

[Illya Horncaller @OrcishElf]

A whetstone scrapes along the edge of a sword, the half blood focused upon her work. Over and over, she sharpens the edge with an almost mechanical efficiency.

[Illya Horncaller @OrcishElf]

Illya enjoys the spoils of her latest conquest. She always did love those who knew their place.