#dark stolas

[asirr]

What if...

...Dark Stolas (like from the pilot)

I love this more than canon. Stolas is the villain of my Roman Empire :/

[alexdespell]

@wishicouldpostfromsecondaryblogs  - thank you for a nice comment :) You motivated me to make this vid with Stolas and Blitz:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbLcsGVYOCI

[ambrial-blog]

Years ago Striker, a ruthless outlaw takes the seven rings of hell by storm. In a tragic twist of fate the gunslinger was struck down by a Goetic commander and nobleman. As the commander and chief stood over the dying cowboy, the imp spits up into his face: a look of defiance shines in his eyes.

A gruff voice rumbles: like a thunderstorm through the stagnant air. "you may have everyone fooled beast, but you will never fool me" hisses the Serpent Cowboy.  As The Goeita Prince stomps on his chest causing the snake imp's body to bounce as he wheezes in pain.

Blood blooms spreading across the wrangler's chest, as Striker coughs up blood on his hands and knees. His mouth stained red with blood he snarls up at his killer.   Striker could feel his consciousness slowly slipping away. The taste of hot copper curdles at the back of his throat. With shaking arms he levels his guns at the large Goeita.

A look of meaningless pity flashes in the prince's eyes. Hard ruby eyes pierce the cowboy with their chilling gaze.  He couldn't have the resistance kindling again: sparks of a revolution. The cowboy needed to be made into an example. The commander couldn't risk having word get out to the main house.  Stolas sneers down at the pale skinned imp watching as light fades from the gunslinger's eyes before smirking coldly down upon him raising up his sword he buries it into the Outlaw's chest. The Owl Prince drags the imp down into the gully, and into the dead woods leaving a trail of blood in his wake.    Gripping the cowboy's shoulder he snaps it back until he could hear a sickening pop. Stolas grips Striker by his jaw lifting him up in the air: as a long talon traces his eyes. Striker let's out a blood-curdling scream as the commander digs his long talons into his eyes, ripping them out he places them into a velvet bag. The Owl prince smiles licking the blood from the imps face before dropping the corpse into a shallow grave underneath a hangman's noose. He buries the legendary Cowboy face down in the dirt.  

Leaving the Cowboy's body to rot.

[ambrial-blog]

Surrender at the Harvest Moon.

The Beginning. Just before the pain games start, Blitz couldn't help but notice the ruggedly handsome ranch hand. Who came barreling over a fence: the first time that they met. The Wrangler keeps flirting with him. And, Blitz loves the attention. The Boss imp, was able to avoid being claimed for years. And, it wasn't about to change now.

Or so he thought. As the games begin, he is easily able to out compete every beta, and alpha in the mix except for one. Striker Bartholomew who has definitely been keeping an eye/paying attention to the city imp. Chasing him over every hurdle: after getting slapped in the ass by that sharp tail. Surprised that Blitz manages to use him as a catapult leaping over him, and spurring him on. One thing was for sure, this Wrathian had never seen an Omega with skills Blitzo has. And, he soon feels a need he hasn't felt in a long time. A need to claim. As the games continue he uses these challenges to test the Omega. And, when it finally comes to the mud wrestling competition. That is when he makes his decision. The Omega was going to be his. Blitz notices the Alpha getting a little too handsy during the games. But plays it off until later when he realizes. That the Alpha was using the games as a test. The roar of the crowd fueled him as he pounced on the cowboy dragging him through the wet mud and muck. His eyes shone with unbridled glee as Striker's tail wrapped around Blitz's upper thigh. Pulling the city imp on top of him, the city slicker quirked an eyebrow as the cowboy's callus hand slips under his waistline and continues to roam: Cupping Blitz's firm ass: and causing Stolas to fall from his perch. 

Blitzo wipes the smudge of mud from the cowboy’s cheek. Catching Striker off guard that was all it took Blitz flipped Striker onto his chest. Striker hisses as the taste of mud got onto his tongue. Blitz nips his ear as he straddles his waist. Striker turns his head so that he can breathe. His tail fizzes with excitment.  This Omega was wiley and unpredictable.  And as he wiped the mud from his face. His mood soured as the prince came running to greet Blitz.Stolas took out a napkin and began cleaning Blitz’s face. Blitz was about to say something when Stolas gripped his face giving the infernal imp a sharp look.  Striker narrowed his eyes, his sight never leaving Blitzo’s jaw where a slight bruise could be seen. 

[ambrial-blog]