Chapter 6

TimberWolf Manor

"There all done" The smartest one of the voices said in triumph as the mask as a whole looked at the majesty one of the comrades made. I was a mix of a castle and a mansion, there was a huge outer wall and with only one way in or out with gates aligning the entrance connecting wall to wall and wall to the main structure of the building.

"Wonder full, it's perfect" The mask said with accrual joy in it's normal echo demonic voice.

"Yes, indeed... just one question why are there bars connecting our fortress to the wall?" One voice questioned.

"Easy, instead of water pits and things like that we'll fill the outer wall with wolfs, so if anyone gets to curious" The mask chuckled "Let's just say if they survive they'll know not to come back" The mask said.

"That and the advantage with one entrance is that if we are attacked the invading forces they'll be bottle necked" The earlier voice commented.

"Well that's all fine and dandy but there's one tiny concern I have" Another voice joined in "Where are we going to get the wolfs, we've only seen wooden wolfs around here" The mask remembered the wolfs in particular then they remembered the satisfying snap they made when he crushed, smashed, and snapped them... violently.

"Then they will have to do, they are still wolfs and they do eat meat" The mask remembered the sight of the wolfs carving and ripping the flesh of their pray, the mask enjoyed the sight of hunters enjoying their spoils of the hunt. They even saw a pony being eaten and since for all the mask knows is the only real big threat they have at the moment. The rest of the life in this forest was a bunch of wild animals that was no match for the mask but the ponies they had magic. The mask has power and magic but they needed time to get his to full strength and a fortress was perfect for them right now. "Fist we need thoughts wolfs and if they don't work, we'll cut the wings of the manticores and use them" The mask ordered his voices.

The mask opened the door to the manor, the maner it self was a made of dark stone it had a one tower on the east and another on the west. Inside the entrance gate was a courtyard in the middle was a statue made of stone with a gold base. Inside the manor the walls of the front room where a soft yellow, the tiles was a stony mix of white and black sleek and clean. "Why is it like this?" The mask asked.

"So that is you were to bring anyone in here or the law comes here they wouldn't get suspicious, don't need it all blood and brimstone and bodies until we have our strength back" The voice reasoned.

"I see smart the outside scary but the inside is nice" The mask reasoned. "Although we need somewhere for prisoners and other things" The mask said.

"I thought you might say that, and that's why I built this" The voice said as the opened the door to the basement. Inside the basement was chains, an iron maiden, a rack, every honorable torture devise from physical to mental. "What do you think?" The voice asked.

"It's... just so BEAUTIFUL! We're sorry we just... need a moment" The masked cried joyfully at their new toys.

'Holy shit..." The original owner said with a bit of fear in his voice.

Author's Note

We've got some new toys we've got some new toys

...ok then anyway hope you've enjoyed, sorry it took so long and-

Hey want to play with us and our toys?

NO THANK YOU! *Jump out a window*

RUN BITCH RUUUN!!!