Mekin Dotelle Valentine
Dapper Fatcat
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MOOD... Worried, Thoughtful, Adventurous
LOCATION...Dining table, then the outer castle grounds
COMPANY... The 'Dining Crew', then no one.
OOC...I see fire...
Cygnus let himself drink in Kai's scent, his eyes almost fixated on the bare skin of her neck. It was so ripe for the taking...his taking...But his philanderous thoughts were interrupted by...Trouble... he thought, as Kai quickly retreated away, but not before she mouthed those last words to him. It seemed to him his hunt want still on. A quick glance to Percy, who remained ever-oblivious to the sexual tension, so tight just laying a knife on it would snap it like a steel cord. He pushed himself up from the table as the precipitation began to gather above them, and let his face don a scowl. He walked quickly away from the group, his body temperature rising by the second, until each rain drop that landed on him was turned to steam. His entire body was steaming now with the heavy rainfall, as he looked up to the side of the castle and saw the source of the commotion.
The younger cherub daughter, her name still escaping Cygnus' mind, was being...embraced by the imposter-lord Maelthra Faern. That was interesting. He allowed his eyebrow to raise at the lunacy of the situation, until he sensed heat signatures in a nearby second-floor room. Closing his eyes for a second, he gathered his power and diverted it towards his eyes. When he opened them again, his sclera had been turned to black, and his irises had shifted from their brilliant gold, to an intense blue. His eyes flitted to the floating pair, the small cherub girl having a very weak signature compared to Maelthra, who blazed with light. His gaze then shifted to the room outside which they were, and he saw something he did not expect. A very weak signature, almost nonexistent, as if...No...Already this peace, MY peace, is being threatened. Who was it that was killed...? he asked himself, then realized, It must be one of the cherubs, but whom? he asked once more. Then more movement caught his eyes. Another intense signature, one as bright as Maelthra, if not brighter, was in the room. That had to be Teegan, for Logan was not heat-inclined, and Sera still had much to learn. There was another with her, a colder signature, almost as cold as the body. Niad. he thought.
The situation seemed to be dying down by the time he had made these deductions. Any outside onlooker would just see him staring intently at the side of the castle wall, with steam rising from his body in huge billowing arcs. He closed his eyes once more, and when he opened them his eyes were back to their normal colors. He turned and looked out beyond the courtyard he stood in, and sighed. His kingdom was never going to encompass the heavens and the earth if this peace was threatened. His entire purpose here was being threatened. A Royal was already dead, and the cherub girl was turning Maelthra into mincemeat. With a low growl erupting from his chest and exiting his mouth, along with a few sparks, he began making his way along the outer grounds of the castle.
It occurred to him that his hunt for Kailani the Niad would most undoubtedly cause turmoil. But he didn't remember any rules stating that loyalty to the spouses was necessary, at least before the actual marriages. He put his hands in his pocket and walked along a small path through the grass and trees. The rain had stopped, but he didn't bother with lowering his heat. No one was around for him to burn, so he let it go free. He breathed a small, happy, sigh of relief, as he felt the trees around him groan and creak in protest at the sudden heat being forced upon them. He would never admit to anyone that he enjoyed green plants, but he often found they were a good source of tranquility, a nice change from the literally fatal trees and shrubbery found in Ignatior.
In Ignatior, there existed many forms of plant life. That term was used very loosely sometimes, but for the most part it was accurate. The most common were trees with bark as hard and black as obsidian, with leaves as fiery red as the lava that the "trees" fed on. Another tree was the Firemelon tree, which looked much like any other tree, just with a red color palette, and it bore the Firemelon, a deliciously spicy and hot fruit that, if left to ripen on the tree enough to fall, will fall to the ground and promptly explode into a shower of fiery-hot fruit chunks. Many a backyard 'war' game was played with Firemelons, Ignatior's most abundant resource, apart from the precious metals and, of course, lava.
The shrubbery was a whole different story, however. The Lavabramble, another common flora, was a small, short shrub that liked to grow near lavafalls and the lava canals that criss-crossed Ignatior. The Lavabramble earned its name for the way it liked to spontaneously whip its vines out at passerby. Any who got caught in the shrub were promptly reminded of the 'bramble' part of the name, and were given numerous lacerations around the particular body part that was ensnared. Usually inside the city the shrubs were a little more docile, but out in the "Badlands" the shrubs grew to enormous sizes, and didn't hesitate to swallow some Imps whole.
One of the more beautiful naturally-occurring phenomena in Ignatior was the Fire Crystal. The name is shared by two objects, found exclusively in Ignatior, one being a mineral that, if crushed into powder, can ignite with the simplest of breezes, leading to many practical and impractical uses, in both pranks and military warfare, mainly in bombs and grenades. The second bearer of the name of Fire Crystal is a wild flower commonly found in the mines of Deep Ignatior. The flower itself has a black stem, and black petals, with a fiery red center. When touched by a breeze, the flowers emit sparks, making them a beautiful nuisance. He wondered if the Nymphs would find Ignatior's contribution to the flora of the world acceptable.
That was, until he found a particularly interesting lake. It was surrounded by what looked like huge willow trees, but their trunks were especially thick and corded, and the leaves, instead of being the usual green, were purple and pink, which made him stop in his tracks and look up in awe. He had never seen anything so...beautiful. As soon as the thought formed in his head he shook it and snarled angrily at himself. The trees were not beautiful, they were hideously colorful. He was an Imp, pinks and purples did not appeal to him! The angry thoughts kept rolling in his mind as he began to climb over a nearby short bush, which was full of flowers, and bordered by some rocks. He got halfway through the bush before something hard caught his foot and made him careen headfirst into the water.
"Gods be DAMNED!" he cursed at the sky when he resurfaced, the water vaporizing off of his now bare shoulders. His shirt had been torn off of him and hung in the bush, flapping in the wind as if to mock him and his idiocy. He let out an angry snarl and was about to splash water at the damned shirt when he saw the culprit of his misstep: a pair of shoes, wedged between the rocks and the bush. His brow furrowed in confusion as his eyes trailed over to some folded clothes, and he instantly recognized them. Kailani. Damn my Devil's luck. he thought to himself as the water around him was raised to an immediate boil. He found his footing and pulled himself up onto the rocks at the edge of the lake, and let out a heavy sigh. Where in the Gods' names was she? Not like she can breathe underwat--...Oh. he thought with a grumble. He reached down and slipped off his right shoe, then his left, pouring the water out of each one before setting them on the rocks next to him. He left his feet in the water, which admittedly felt nice on his skin, as he leaned back and stared at the sky.
The sky was such an odd mystery to him. Sure, he knew everything there was to know about the actual scientific of the big blue dome that surrounded them. But no amount of knowledge of elemental bonds and molecular restraints could explain to him how something so big and blue and beautiful could house such dicks like the Cherubs.
