Thread: Secrets of the Planes (with OpenHentai)

Neck popping as she rolled her head, loosening up before the duel to come, Zyralina smiled a tightlipped, sharp smile filled with a predator's anticipation of the kill. Yes, she was a Planeswalker, with the spark burning in her soul that made magic her birthright, yet she relished these times when she was testing herself physically against a worthy foe, proving that she was no one's sacrificial victim, she was the author of her own fate. She'd travelled to this pyramid chasing rumors of the powers that called it home and had found her way to the warren of the first she was interested in, the one who claimed dominion over the harpies that infested this ancient temple to the dark god. It had taken slaughtering a vast number of the winged horrors in many ... cruel and artistic ways to gain the attention of the demonic Abhorrent Overlord who ruled the roost. Zyralina entoned the mystic syllables that required the demon aceept her challenge should she win, he and his was hers to command him, lose and she would serve as plaything for his demonic lusts... The demon laughed as he accepted, promising to visit all manner of deliciously debased torments and pleasures after he'd broken her in the fight. As the demon circled overhead, Zyralina drew her trusty blade, a machete that had served her well as she cut a swathe through Zendikar, and reached behind her back and withdrew the enchanted grappling hook from the belt pouch that concealed it from sight. The demon spat out an invective, daring her to try to pull him to the ground. The Planeswalker chuckled and reached out with her soul to the island she'd found solace on after falling into the seas of Zendikar then used the mana flowing into her to empower her legs so she'd be able to leap high into the air and slash viciously at the demon's left wing. As she fell gracefully back to the ground the demon howled in agony as it spun in ungainly circles then crashed into the stone floor of the temple. The harpies all around hissed and spit but did not stir, this conflict was between their betters and they were hopelessly outmatched. With the demon grounded, the battle began in earnest. The demon made no more threatening boasts and Zyralina danced a beautiful and terrible dance of death, attacking twice for every one attack made by her foe. The demon raked his claws across her sides severing the straps that criss crossed her stomache and slicing through the thin strip that held her loin cloth in place. Wincing with the pain, but giving her modesty no second thought, Zyralina kept up the fight, pressing her foe to keep the demon on the defensive even as she reached out to connect with more and more mana in prepartion of delivering the finishing blow. That blow came unexpectedly and in the moment when it looked like the demon had turned the tables on Zyralina. It had just managed to knock her sword from her grasp and was leaping at her with both clawed hands outstretched intent on catching her by the throat and choking her into unconsciousness. The Planeswalker made an eldritch gesture and released the stored magical energy in the form of tendrils of blue energy that flowed like water and sparkled like diamonds as they wound about the demon paralysing it. She walked around to the struggling demon and placed the stiletto heel of her boot on it's neck saying coldly, your service is now mine to command by right of darkness and combat... Say it. The demon railed and roared, then begged and pleaded before finally relenting and doing as he was bidden by his mistress. The harpies around trembled and whined, freely offering the dark and deadly Planeswalker their allegience as well. Zyralina smiled triumphantly and nodded at one of the harpies who got the message and returned to her her sword. Zyralina sheathed it and tucked her enchanted grappling hook back into its pouch as she tossed her head and surveyed the chamber that she had claimed as her own, the first step of her journey to power here in Theros now complete, but it was the first of many.