ℂℴvᴇᴎ: hell on vangare ⊰closed ⊱

[Okami Wolfen]

Reckless and weary,
The truth has been buried,
Held down by the hand,
That refuses to carry.
The burden you built,
The lies, do you hear me?
The insult, the white flag,
You refuse to carry.

Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO

The two day trip was long an hectic for the two magi. In the events her feet swelled in the boots that Shi had mentioned looked great on her. Ember, being the nice person she is, allowed to wear the boots since. Until they got to the camp outside the area that the Prince was located. Had to wait for a messenger to take a note for the magi to the Prince to get the go ahead to come. In the mean time of that Ember and Mordred had shared a kiss then talked about their own backgrounds with each other. The process allowed the white haired mage to get to know her new partner. She would admit that Mordred did seem like a very charming male, and could see him get married and have a great life. Ember on the other hand, she believed she would be the one woman that would never marry. To her, who would want to date or be with someone that was blind? Not that Ember really cared, she enjoyed being independent, until Simone or Remi would say something along the lines of her getting out and making friends. Or in her case, Simone probably try and set Ember up on a date with someone she didn't know. What was that called? A blind date or something? It didn't offend Ember in the least, but it was kind of a stupid title for something like that.

In the morning she woke without a problem, groomed the horse she had borrowed by the name of Zephyr. He was a beautiful horse, his personality charmed Ember. She gave him an apple and pet his large muzzle. Her head turned when Mordred joined her, then the general had informed the two that the Prince will see them. A smile curled at the corners of her mouth, finally they got to make progress. This mission wouldn't be a fail, it would be a success. Even if Ember were to get seriously injured or even her life be on the line of it. She would allow it to be complete. Her bare foot found the stirrup as mounted Zephyr. Cloth still crossed over her purple eyes she followed after Mordred down the path. Ember remained quiet the entire ride there. Over thinking in her head what to say to the Prince. To her he was like every other person she had met. Just because he was a Prince, did she have to give him special treatment? Questions ran over and over within her head as she pondered over everything she could say to him. Once they approached, the two magi were introduced by a Sergeant. Who called himself Maxwell. "Sergeant Maxwell, will have to remember names. Well good thing I don't really have to remember faces.." She thought to herself and dismounted. She tied the reigns of Zephyr to a post and petted him gently. "I'll be back Zephyr. I'll also find you some carrots." The horse seemed to neigh with an ecstatic tone to it's voice and she smiled.

The Sergeant walked them to Prince Alecion's tent. From there they were allowed to sit on a bed, across from the Prince's. They had met Umbra and she brought Ember and Mordred water, bread, jams and fruit. Ember would have some in a moment, but she grabbed the cup of water with her left hand. "Thank you." She said to Umbra. Ember was sitting up straight and sipped some water. The Prince's voice rang through her ears. It was a voice like nothing she has heard of before. It was so....charming. Ember really couldn't think of any words to describe it. But she got a feeling in her stomach, and it made her feel like she could fly. With a movement she felt the Prince extend his hand towards them. Ember extended her right hand and placed it in the Prince's. "I'm Ember Driaom. Mordred's partner on this mission. It's a pleasure to finally meet you Prince Alecion." She said to him in a smooth voice. Ember felt like she was going to stutter, but glad she didn't. Some stories she knew weren't all that great, but she had heard of some good ones. The snowy haired mage sat back up straight and sipped again at her water. The cloth over her eyes stayed in place as she blinked under them. She was actually surprised no one had asked her about why she had it there. Maybe they all knew she couldn't see?

Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO

I'm letting you go,
And all that you showed me.
I'm letting you know,
That you don't control me.
The feeling is cold,
And life is unfolding.
Reckless and weary,
I'm desperately holding on.
Erase My Scars :: Evans Blue.

♫Mood:: Confused -> Content
♪Location:: Tent -> Prince's campsite
♬With:: Mordred, Prince Alecion, and Umbra
♩Hp:: 100/100%
♭Mana:: 60/100%
❖

[hot toddy with somebody]

➸Prim Foresdt ➸Reginald, Diana, Virgil, Ash, and many others ➸Passive ➸For Everything a Reason - Carina Round ➸Fancy
ＨＰ: ▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆ (100%)

ＭＰ: ▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆ (100%)


A large group had appeared for the knight's trial, many of them Nilin barely recognized except for a few she saw around the coven's base. For events like this she would be walking around the crowd, excitement building up in her chest. This time, though, she remained on the platform and simply watched the cheering crowd from her seat as Reginald moved below. Yes, she should be there as well, giving the spectators a simple good luck. Instead she sat on the platform, her hands on her lap as she stared straight ahead, her face blank. To others she appeared to be calm, peaceful even under the circumstances. There were even been some rumors spreading around Fang that their High Priestess, Nilin Arcangeli, came close to death due to a virus she brought from Zhu (partially true since she did have poison enter her blood stream which should have killed her according to the medical specialists). There were quite a few going around after the past few days, but her personal favorite was that a giant decided to possess her body and planned on bringing more destruction to House Fang, which brought a small smile to her face.

Sadly none of them were true. The members of House Fang will have to ponder amd continue with the rumors. Only two knew of her thoughts; Diana who happened to be around to witness the conversation and her actions, and Naraku. Her brother. To think that her parents gave birth and raised a child before her! The bitter old pratts never mentioned Nilin had a sibling, and neither did the Arcangeli clan. Did they think the matter unimportant? Stubborn fools. Discovering she had a brother did take up a portion of her thinking. The rest was about the fact that her first born son, Cresstus, was still alive.

To think Cresstus lived after all these years. Darres claimed he killed the baby. He lied to her for no reason at all. "You lying b*****d," Nilin muttered under her breath. "Are you talking about Naraku?" A voice from behind asked. Diana stood about two feet away from Nilin's back, her hands clasped behind her, back straight and standing at attention. "The lying b*****d I'm talking about is long gone. He's been out of the picture for years."

"So this man you're speaking of is no longer a threat to you."

Nilin stayed silent before answering Diana. "No. I took care of him myself." She waved her hand in dismissal, wanting to change the topic. It only left a bitter taste in her mouth, one she couldn't get rid of by washing it down with water. After these trials she needed to do something. Anything. She needed to find Cresstus. But what would she do if she did find him, with him facing her? The most logical route would be to declare she was his mother and he should hug her immediately. Somehow that scenario did not seem to go well in her mind. The reunion plan can wait until Nilin found him. For now she needed to focus on these trials, find new members for Fang, then tell Reginald of her plans for a quick sebatical. Scratch that. She wouldn't tell Reginald the real reason for leaving Fang. He'd sit there and glare at her while that snake of his hissed along with him. Telling him of her plans would be a bad idea. She'd better send him a postcard instead explaining her actions.

Speaking of, Reginald's speech for the crowd was over as the applause echoed within the forest. Nilin smirked and stood from her seat as the High Priest appeared on the platform. "Well done, Reginald. I don't think anyone could sense your irritation at all," Nilin remarked, her smirk growing wider. She practically saw his negative emotions emanating from his body. Once more her eyes scanned the crowd. Virgil was not hard to miss. The red headed male had finished speaking to Reginald a moment ago before leaping into the edge of the crowd and releasing his magic without a moment's hesitation. At this rate we'll have more dead bodies than new recruits. Not that she cared. If these newbies failed or died then it meant they were weak and not needed. Besides Virgil no one else stood out in particular. Except for one. The only reason her eyes were drawn to this person was because he was the only one in the crowd to wear a hood, which was against the rules. Well, well. What do we have here?

Instead of taking her seat beside Reginald, Nilin walked across the platform, her white heels clicking against the wood. Wearing white wasn't her style but the shoes matched a dress she stashed in the back of her closet and since the occasion was special, she decided to wear it for fun. Besides, she heard many comments about how it accented her figure. Several mages were near the edge of the platform, preparing the mirrors for the trials at hand. Some of them appeared frightened when she neared them. "Finish your set up. At this rate we'll have our knights picked out by the time you finish." Better to have them quicken their pace than to relax. Her heels reaching the edge, Nilin crossed her arms and called out to the hooded figure.

"You there!" The male stood near the platform, close enough to hear her; he looked her way. She could barely see his face but she could swear she saw a tint of blue within the hood. "Wearing a hood or anything that can hide your identity is against the rules for the trials here. So if you want to participate, Mr. Mystery Man, you better remove that thing or else I will do it for you." Nilin placed her hands on the railing separating the platform from the crowd and leaned forward with curiosity. She wanted to see his face, damn it! Why did men think it was okay to hide their features? Nilin heard Diana snort behind her, causing Nilin to turn and frown at the woman who appeared ready to beat the living hell out of anyone near them.

[Lady Tarien]

+++++Trystan was purposely standing in the thickest part of the crowd in his typical stance, feet apart, legs braced, hands behind his back, right hand clasping left wrist, left hand clenched. One of the few not showing outward excitement, one of the few who was actually paying attention. The High Priest was not happy, but that was to be expected. Another foolish outsider brushed past him and his nostrils flared, his magic bounced across the young man's form: weak left knee, smoke stained lungs. Slitted eyes had been watching each of the other applicants, noting the movement and rhythm of each individual's steps. Slow deep breaths brought him their scents and as he identified scent to owner, he listed what flaws he'd be able to make use of with each.

+++++He had not cared much, when the recruiter first approached him. A home she'd offered, among those like the two of them, mages. A family that would appreciate his strength, would utilize his power. Outwardly he had scoffed, but agreed. Inwardly he had hoped it was true, he was alone, and longed for a place to call home again. But it was unlikely this Fang would be able to meet his needs. His arrival at the glorious fortress of Mount Reine had inspired little confidence in the recruiter's words. The place was trapped in the chaos of war. The irony was amusing. The cacophony of battle rang in his ears, and the thick scent of blood and death filled the air. Beautiful in a way, he had pushed forward, fought to keep a tight rein on his over eager instincts, and been sent to the infirmary like a child.

+++++It had been stifling. Trapped within the stone walls of the mountain, surrounded by the broken and bleeding. To many smells, injuries, sounds, and not enough air. The healer had noticed his agitation, grabbed at his neck, but his reflexive dodge had her gripping little more than his hood. The look he gave her made the woman step back as her eyes flew to his hair. Scowling he pulled the covering back up, she opened her mouth to say something as the door burst open, a messenger breathlessly reporting a large group of wounded. “I don't have anyone to spare to tend them.” she almost shrieked. “Send me.” he offered. Turning, she looked at him in shock, “What?!?!” “I can bring them here, let me help. A better option than wasting your magic to calm me.” he explained, eyes narrowing on her, almost daring her. “Fine, go...” Tryst was out the door and back tracking the messenger's scent before she could say anymore. Though on his many returns he did notice she had put the other recruits to work as well.

+++++Then while prowling the mountain for more in medical need, a particularly intriguing scent hit him, half lost in the overwhelming metallic edge of blood. It was stronger, closer to the ground, and he saw the faint outline of footprints, bloody footprints. These he followed, winding oddly among the warren like corridors of the coven's stronghold. The confusing path had him worrying for the owner's mental state, when the faint echos of a voice informed him he was close. Odd, the voice was getting louder, and coming from a different direction than the steps lead. He went toward the voice, it sounded vaguely familiar. He unintentionally startled the figure, the gibberish exclamation preceding a stumble that was quickly turning into a fall. Reaction occurring before thought, Trystan caught the smaller male, his magic flitting across the touch as the young Aseran looked into the amethyst eyes he thought he'd never see again. Thoughts scattered, as he barely registered the presence of two other injured, but one thing rang clear...Gabryel was hurt.

+++++No time to question, too overwhelmed to respond, Tryst made all possible haste to the infirmary, his speed only hindered by the care he took not to jostle the man he carried. Even cutting off another patient to lay his grousing passenger upon one of the few unoccupied beds. Much to his disdain the healers were more concerned for the hooded female the magical construct was carrying. He assisted them in retrieving her, admitting she was far more in need than Gabryel. Who was speaking again, turning to see what his old friend was fussing about now, he could only glare as the ever stubborn male struggled to get down and walk. Two steps forward, intending on putting him back on the bed, when the noble's commanding voice caused Sylas to miss a step. Even in all his clumsiness Gabryel Thales was a force to be reckoned with, as he put the healer in his place. Tryst couldn't help but step up in a show of solidarity, he would enforce the young Thales words if needed. Lucky for the medic, he was smarter than he looked, acquiescing to Gabryel. The same woman who'd tried for Tryst's nape latched on to Gabby's, and the slender form began to crumple with a smile on his face. Again Tryst caught him, and the woman he now acknowledged as the head of the healers followed him to the bed he returned the unconscious figure to. The healer eyed him, he eyed her back, “There are more wounded you know.” His eyes drifted back down to the sleeping tanned body, before he turned once more for the door. It was not the last time she spoke those words to him.

+++++“Gabryel.” He was here, a member of this coven, and that changed everything. To have a small piece of home, one person who would understand, that was worth the effort of joining Fang. And he would join, from that moment on he'd been studying his competition. Only those worthy would be allowed entry, and he would exploit every weakness to it's utmost to be among those so deemed. Survival of the fittest was a concept he understood only too well. He leaned forward as the black haired youth in front of him stepped back to far, his shoulder sliding along Tryst's chest, the sweet scent of wine drifted up: two cracked ribs lower left, bruised knuckles, hearing loss in left ear... “You there!” the unmistakable tone of authority washed across him and he turned, looking up at the woman in white. The Priestess's powerful figure stood at the edge of her dais, looking directly at him. "Wearing a hood or anything that can hide your identity is against the rules for the trials here. So if you want to participate, Mr. Mystery Man, you better remove that thing or else I will do it for you."

+++++The crowd around him vanished, scurrying away from the priestess's displeasure, but this was not the first time he'd been singled out. His next actions were smooth, second nature to any non-noble of Asere. His tall form lithely dropped to a knee, his hand rising to sweep back the offending fabric, “Forgive me, my Lady Priestess, and know my gratitude for your kindness.” The words rolled, thick with his accent and sincerity. His eyes and face tilted up, his irises the shade of a pale winter sky as they lifted no higher than her chin. The blue tipped, spiky red hair moving gently in the breeze. Murmurs raced along the gathered, whispers concerning his hair and his bootlicking? His confusion did not show on his face as he pondered the strange comment. He wasn't in the habit of licking shoes. He waited, ignoring the mob around him, attention fully focused on the priestess, as it should be.













Mana: 100% { ❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦}
Health: 100% { ❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦}

Location: Prim Forest
In the Company of: Fang Coven
Mood: Obedient, Confused, Determined

[Satellite O Love]

The body moved sluggishly, but Fabian figured it was because of his intrusion rather than some sort of personal issue with whoever owned it. He supposed that he should have felt bad for taking it over – though upon further inspection it was more the certainty that he would likely have felt at least somewhat guilty the way he was before he died. Now, though, he almost wished there were some way to kick the owner out for good. He liked this body if for no other reason than it was powerful.

He was making short work of the distance between him and the man who had stolen his medals. Though he planned on setting the violet-haired male aflame the moment he was in sight, Fabian’s reason nagged at him. He couldn’t risk melting the medals unless there was no other way to get them away from their captor. So he'd have to try some other way of killing the man. During this journey, he'd stumbled upon a trio of dead soldiers – probably deserters based on their mangled, unburied corpses, and had extracted a simple blade from the tightly closed hand of the closest one. Though he’d never been good with the things and doubted his own abilities to do much in this body, it was better than nothing.

Walking turned to longer strides – then to jogging – sprinting – and then the tell-tale sight of long, purple hair mixed with the burning brand of the medals was just ahead. He crouched down in conveniently placed foliage on the side of the road so he could take stock of his prey. Though Fabian longed to burst through the underbrush and attack him, he stopped himself (digging his nails into the warm dirt and gritting his teeth in frustration) and forced his brain toward reason. For one, it was useful to know that the target wasn’t alone. A woman stood with him facing whoever had impeded their path – tall, athletic and with her form coiled in readiness for combat. There was also something he couldn’t quite discern floating around them.

They were exchanging words with a trio. The head man was dark-haired and sporting an impressive scar just visible under his open jacket that screamed that he’d lived through things that would put an end to normal men. The pair behind him weren’t nearly as formidable, just a blonde, polite-looking man and a slender, seemingly androgynous youth. Fabian smirked to himself as introductions were done all around. The others were inconsequential, but the man he was hunting called himself ‘Gur.’ Gur and Chikara. This “Chikara” was his wife which meant she was an obvious obstacle to his end goal.

They weren’t having a very pleasant conversation judging by the body language. Their words were also fairly useless to the fog obscuring Fabian’s mind, but he felt a rush of excitement when the pair of conversing men drew their respective blades and clashed. The dark-haired youth ran in to distract Chikara, though Fabian thought that he or she had no idea what they were getting themselves into. Just one look at had him hoping that he could kill her in one shot rather than risking mortal combat. But this was good: by the odds, the purple-haired swordsman and his wife would fall to their opponents’ superior numbers unless there was something particularly special about them. Then he could kill the other three while their backs were turned with this body’s magic and then run in and collect his medals.

But the action didn’t last long before Gur was speaking about children. The fog began to clear with mention of “Jaimen,” and Fabian realized he knew that word. What did it mean? He closed his eyes and tried to recall, but it was too vague. The lack of visual input made his ears that much sharper, though, and he realized that the dark-haired Mikahail was standing down to listen to what Gur had to say.

“Damn it all. Just cut his head off!” Fabian hissed, dragging his nails along the soil in frustration.

For a moment, Fabian prayed that the wife of his target would continue attacking the child she’d been engaging, but she too stood down as Mikahail addressed Gur, “What makes you think the Jaimen are experimenting on Zhu children?”

The man named Gur told a story that started, surprisingly enough, with Fabian. Not by name, but he somehow knew that the man was talking about him when he mentioned finding a pitiful corpse hanging from a tree. It couldn’t be anyone else, and the mere mention of his lifeless form had Fabian clamoring for the other man’s blood, but he forced himself to continue to listen. Gur talked about how he had headed into the nearby town to find out more, but did mention in passing that he felt an odd obligation because of the status of the dead man as former member of the Maizen Military. Fabian wasn’t sure if that meant he’d served too, but the edge wore off of his formerly blinding rage. He found it easier to listen and while he still wanted to rend the man limb from limb for taking what was his, he wondered if there wasn’t something else behind this. Gur then went on to describe a run in with a Jaimen. A Jaimen named Gotzz.

“Gotzz,” Fabian whispered, spitting the word out of his mouth like it was poisonous. That was even more familiar than Jaimen – it brought a face to mind, the visage of a man who had come to Fabian with offers of help. He monitored Fabian’s progress on that drug that helped him forget, the substance that had led to him taking his own life. Fabian worried his lower lip between his teeth nearly hard enough to draw blood. If this Gur was going after the man who had led to his death then he was conflicted. He wanted his medals back, but the notion of killing the putrid mockery of humanity that had killed Fabian was a far more attractive prospect.

Mikahail looked doubtful. More than doubtful. Fabian could see the distrust and doubt in the man’s eyes that stiffened his shoulders and made him tighten his grip on the handles of his blades. “The Maizen soldier I might have bought” answered the swordsman. “The rest of that concoction is ludicrous… Zhu military doesn’t use the people it protects as guinea pigs.”

“We were going to scout the camp for no reason other than confirm it” said Gur. “Really, do you think the two of us were going to attack an armed camp by ourselves? You can join us if you want. I give you my word that we will operate under a truce until we both know for sure.”

But that was the wrong thing to say. Mikahail sneered “ I know you two already attacked a camp, and caused an extensive amount of damage doing it. I’m not going to let that happen to another Zhu military facility.”

No. Though a part of Fabian wished that he’d been overwhelmed with his rage during their conversation so he could just gleefully watch these humans kill each other, he could no longer focus solely on his lost possessions. He was too emotionally invested; Fabian needed Gotzz to die and in order to do, the man named Gur had to live at least a little while longer. Not only could he get his medals back, but the violet-haired man knew where the camp was. So he could hardly sit by and let him die.

He backed out of the underbrush and set his stumbling hands to the odd garments and his hair to shake out any leaves that had gotten caught. He took a deep, steadying breath, and then walked quickly toward the group from the road they had traversed only minutes ago.

“Stop. I can’t let you kill this man or his partner,” Fabian said as he drew to a halt. He was closer to Gur and Chikara than the trio, but just far enough away that he could get all three of them with a fire spell if necessary. He held up his hands to show he was unarmed and managed to wrestle the muscles of his new face into a smile. He hoped it was pleasant enough because he didn’t have a mirror on him to know whether or not this person was attractive.

“I’ve been attempting to catch up with them since I overheard their conversation back at the tavern,” he said, good eye flitting toward Gur and Chikara. “I was hoping to work with them if they’re out to help the children. My name is Fabian Pythos and I’ve been hired by a number of families from the farming village of Gansu. They said they could only trust an outsider with all this. The ones brave enough to talk say that their children have been taken and it’s my job to get them back. Or, at the very least, to find out what happened to them. I can tell you don’t believe a word this mage says, but would you consider the pleas of simple Zhu citizens? I’d be happy to escort you to the village to ask them yourself, but if it’s true…” He trailed off and let the silence speak for itself. He’d said the first village that came to mind and was lucky it wasn’t anywhere nearby, but Fabian doubted it would even come to that. If this man had an iota of compassion in him then he wouldn’t risk trekking across a days’ worth of land just to question a few distraught families. What would happen to those hypothetical children in the meantime?

Mikahail still looked doubtful, and Fabian narrowed his eyes in response. He wasn’t above prepping for a spell to burn the man and his companions down. As long as he kept could still use Gur and Chikara around, he would have the distraction he needed to destroy the camp with the superior magical energy of this shell. After a tense beat, Gur sheathed his sword and walked, hands outstretched, to within Mikahail’s striking distance. “I give you my word. Truce, until we know.”

Chikara sighed in response and rolled her eyes. “Dammit Gur, showboating with that ‘kill me if you don’t believe me crap,’ like when you were trying to convince me you loved me back in the dungeon… what the hell?”

Gur looked at her and replied “It worked, didn’t it?”

“As long as you don’t count the dagger I stuck up to the hilt in one shoulder and the mouthful of meat I ripped out of your other with my teeth” said Chikara.

Gur shrugged and said “Details.” He turned back to Mikahail, who was struggling to overcome his aversion to cutting down an essentially unarmed man. “So what’s it going to be?”

There were a few tense seconds, but Mikahail finally gritted his teeth and drove both of his swords back into the scabbards. “ Truce until we know. As soon as we do, no matter what the outcome, all bets are off. ”

Gur shrugged and said “I can live with that.”

Rei’s eyes were flickering back and forth between Gur and Chikara. “You two are married?”

It was Chi’s turn to shrug. “It was love at first bite.”

✪LOCATION:Zhuxxxxxxxxxx✪COMPANY:Gur, Chikara, Mikahail, Kuklo, and Rei xxxxxxxxxx✪MOOD:Possessed

OOC: About half of this post was brought to you by the illustrious Gur! Hooray for collaboration! Also: Nova can see things manifesting that other mages can’t, so he can see Sker, Fabian just has no earthly idea what she is, so his mind can’t properly decode her. It’s kind of like seeing into another dimension – even if the doors open, he can’t make sense of what’s on the other side.

Fabian doesn’t know Rei is a woman, he thinks she’s a kid but doesn’t know if it’s a boy or girl. And he's calling Chi "Chikara" because that's how Gur introduced her. I would have had him come in a little later, but not having names to call them would have made this a very confusing post XD!

Let me know if anything needs revising.

[IILovelyAmarathII]

The raven haired Vesthun followed Sergeant Maxwell into the tent. He hand him and Ember take a seat on a small bed. His eyes came in view of a elven servant that brought them water and he picked up cup and gave her small bow and in calm voice he said humbly. "Thank you very much." Mordred took a couple of small sips of the water and placed by the table that was across from the Prince. Watching the prince come in and take a seat on his bed across from him he instantly bowed is head in the up most respect. His highness apologized for his appearance, but he didn't think that was necessary. He understood that they were in middle of fighting.

The price offered out his hand and He watched Ember take it first and introduce himself. Violet orbs meet the prince's eye patch and golden eyes. He looked at him with sincerity before speaking. He took his hand and grabbed it firmly letting him know that he meant business. Mordred wasn't to sure how he was going to explain their dire situation, the only way he could do it he thought instead of trying to "Persuade him" to just be straight forward with him.

"Your highness, it is a pleasure to see you again. We have only met once before, but that was when I had Lady Greaves under my care. Yes, You would have knew me as Lieutenant Colonel Eaulligus back then. That is beside the point."
[He took a deep breath as he pause for a moment trying to find the right words."The reason why my comrade Lady Driaom and I requested your presence because we wish to make a proposal. You may have heard many rumors of organizations called "Covens". Your Highness, Lady Driaom and I are here to inform you that these "Covens" Do indeed exist. We are part of a coven called "Granate". For about ten years the two Covens Granate and Fang have been secretly at war with each other through out all three kingdoms. Both covens have been searching for six keys. Granate is at a loss, and Fang has exactly five keys left. You're possibly wondering what does this mean to you? As you may have heard over the centuries a demonic being by the name of Arianlord has been summoned before and brought havoc all around Vangare."

Mordred pauses his speech to let the prince take it all in and he hands him the letter that High Priestess Kozue has written out personally for this event."The covens are well organized and have a similar structure to the military. They have people called a "High Priest" and a "High Priestess" that rule these covens. Our High Priestess Lady Kozue Stettner has personally wrote this letter of request for a alliance with the Civok forces and yourself."Mordred took another pause and grabbed for the cup of water that was on the table. He took a couple more sips from it and finished the drink off. He set it down on the table.

"You are probably thinking I'm in the middle of a war, and at what cost do I have to waste on such matters? As little do you know. Granate is a big part of Civok itself. Many of these mages are citizens of Civok. Whether we wish to believe it or not. Magic is the essence that incases this world. From the nature itself from the all the way to the blood that is my veins, that is Lady Greaves' veins, that in Lady Celeste Stettner's and my comrade Lady Ember Driaom's veins, and lastly yourself. You greatly hone your magic and take a deep pride in it as you are of Lycan Descent.

The country you are fighting namingly the Zhu wants us all to be dead or wish that we do not simply exist at all. They hate the most natural essence that has given them a existence. They want to watch fall to the ground. This brings me back to the summoning of Arianlord. Fang only has one more key to find. Granate is desperately searching for this last key trying to still find light in all of this darkness. In which brings to our main topic and reason as to why we are here. This war has to stop. What we all need is all the countries to untie and put aside their differences to prepare themselves if Arianlord is summoned.

I have fought and seen a demonic being with my own hands. It went by the name of Jecht nightwalker. It wanted to mock us and let us know that his master was coming. Many mages have worked in Civok, Sacrificed their lives, along with wining many battles for Civok. If you wish to continue this war just know that Granate will take up arms for Civok, but I believe that Vangare has seen far too much pain and despair for far too long. If you continue with this war, Vangare will not be prepared for what it will have to face and all of Vangare will be crumble in the hands of this demonic being called Arianlord. Thus, in a sense the fate of all Vangare rests in your hands my excellency." After his speech Mordred went from the bed and he began to kneel before Prince Alecion and bowed humbly in front of the prince. He silently prayed that his words reached the prince.







HP: 100 MP: 100 Location: In Alecion's Tent Mood: Nerious/Humble/Serious With:Ember, Alecion, and Umbera


His Outfit : Mordred's uniform

Ember's Outfit:
Green Dress.
Boots:
black boots.

Hairstyle : Down




















Okami_Lone_Wolf



KokotheBoss


Notes:
- At Campsite of the prince.
-Baby Sloth is somewhere with horses.
-OCC: Well please bare with me. In this post, I mainly have a lot of Dialogue I was trying to focus on the speech that Mordred gives the prince. I would normally "bolded" the dialogue, but that would make it look bad.

[Stardust Drifter]

He wasn't as tired as he thought, on top of that he couldn't really sleep. Cress's mind was too filled with questions to really sleep, so he lie there bored out of his mind. He heard the knock at the door, and someone calling through the other side but he could really care less.

Probably some drunkard mistaking their house or something.

When the door burst open he didn't even move a muscle, in fact he pretended to be asleep. The voice sounded feminine. He honestly was tempted to say something rude to her right now he wasn't in the mood to talk to drunkards.

Golden eyes shot open when he felt someone's thumb tap his cheek. Gold met Rose as he stared into the beautiful eyes of some green haired woman. Sitting up abruptly he turned to stare at her a slight scowl of mistrust upon his face. Yeah right! Like I would be invited to some fancy party. Don't tell me this Coven tricks people too? he thought with slight annoyance as his eyes were getting a good look at the woman before him.

Her alluring, busty, and curvy body seemed tense. Eyes that seemed to rather be someplace else, and her tone that seemed unimpressed it was clear she was a noble. Most nobles were grouches. Glancing at the white outfit he sighed. "Alright fine! After all the hell I've been through, I'll play a part in your little charade!" he stated with a shrug, ignoring the fact she called him a "boy".


Before the woman could respond to him Cress got up from the couch, gathered the silly outfit, and headed into the bathroom. Closing the door he took off his shirt and frowned. "Ugh what a gaudy looking suit. Am I really supposed to wear this?" he grumbled to himself. It took him at least a half hour, after bathing of course. It wouldn't be good going to some regal affair smelling like you've rolled around with pigs all day! Leaving his clothes in the restroom Cress put on the suit.

Strangely it seemed to magically adjust to his body type. There was even magic in the clothing!? What a crazy place. "Alright lets go to this silly "party" or yours Miss." he called out to Celeste.

Stepping out the suit seemed to highlight his eyes and slightly cute boyish face. Cress's face was clean, his crimson hair slicked nicely parting away from his face so people could see his golden eyes well. The suit hugged his slightly toned body, making him look like a classy noble. The gentle smell of cologne filled the air, rugged and sweet Cress had found it in the cabinet while looking for the soap.

Out of curiosity, and just for kicks, he smiled warmly and handsomely at the woman before him. His eyes reflected a gentle kindness for a moment and seemed to be staring into Celeste's with a hint of curiosity in them. Gloved hands casually rested in pockets as he stood there. Before he could open his mouth the sound of laughing filled the air.

"Oh man! Is that really you master!? You look like a ship captain!! Ah-hahahahahaha!! This is too much!!" howled Regaltz in an amused tone. "I guess you'll be going down with the ship too?!"

Closing his eyes, his face suddenly filled with crimson. "S-Shut up!" he grumbled to his sword a slight twitch in his face.

"Oh I know! You look so ship shape! I guess you'll be shoving off soon!? A-hahahahahahahhahahahahahaha!!!!!" Regalz roared with laughter.

Leave it to Regaltz to kill a mood... his face turned away from Celeste, she was probably laughing too!

"Keep this up and I'll leave you behind. I'm sure the table you were talking to earlier could use some company!" Cress said, slightly frustrated, as he glared at his sword.

"Alright..sorry...sorry...it's just I normally never see you look so posh! What a cheesy outfit!" mused Regaltz.

Cress gave a shrug, "Tell me about it, rich nobles and their silly monkey suits. People actually wear this all day long?" he mused back.

"Ha-ha! Well noble mortals seem to enjoy walking around like fancy peacocks all day. Where are we going? Have they finally given us pardon?"

"Unfortunately no, we're going to their fancy celebration. Not that I really feel like it seeing all the death that was caused. All those innocent lives snuffed out,...eh I guess if one side of this silly tug of war is going to have a party, it might as well be the light side. At least these people have more class than those Fang losers."

It was that moment that he realized Celeste was still standing there. Turning his attention back to her his blush deepened. "Eh-he heh, pay no mind Miss. Our experience with Covens hasn't been...enjoyable. I'm Cresstus Edge, but please call me Cress. It's a pleasure to meet you Miss." he said politely, and with respect, as he placed a hand to his chest and bowed before her.

"Oh my you're even acting fancy..oh ho ho...!" mused Regaltz.

Out of the corner of his eyes he frowned at his sword, before standing and smiling at the green haired woman before them.
----------------------------------
HP: 100/100
EN: 100/100
Location: Town House
Company: Regaltz, Tarien, some grumpy busty green haired woman

Feeling: Embarrassed

(OOC: )

[IILovelyAmarathII]

Celeste’s fine lips pursed up a very playful smirk when her hot pink orbs meet his golden ones. She watched him spring up awake.
My, my, how I have woken up the grumpy prince from his slumber.She looked upward at him her still in her kneeling position and titled her head in curiosity. Celeste had became very amused when he stood up abruptly, the woman was pushed and she was about to have her behind fall on to the ground with a whisk of her hand she levitated before him. She gracefully placed herself on the ground and narrowed her hot pink eyes at him. “How dare you talk to a lady like that!!! Young man, do you NOT have any manners...I will tolerate a man talking to me in this tone...I may not have as much more manners as you do, but ...I know at least I have some!!”

Her face got redder in annoyance as he walked away from her and took the outfit and headed to the restroom. The clinking of her high heeled boots echoed in the pathway. She headed towards the table and she slammed her boots on the table. Making the table shake. Oh the nerve of him!!

She heard metal shaking the table and saw that it was the swordsman's sword. With curiosity striking her nerves and small distraction she examined his sword. It was covered in grit, dirt, and rust. She squealed at the filthy sight. Her mouth ajar at such treatment of his sword. Her fingers were itching to grab his sword and polish it. A door opened and the male had voiced the fact that he was ready. Her eyes widened at the male.
Her facial expression faded from annoyance to surprised. The all whites of her younger brother Mako fit him like a glove.

She took her time as she gazed at his appearance. The way his hair had fitted so much in place, and how the golden buttons of the suit had made it seem like his golden eyes were shining. A scent of cologne hit her noise and she took all of it in. Closing her eyes in response she mused as it hit her so soothingly. Eyes blinked back open quickly as she felt a faint blush come across her cheeks. Their eyes meet again and she watched the man give her a very alluring looking smile. Turning her gaze away from him she rested her right hand on her eyes and face trying to hide herself.
Celeste’s cheeks turn a faint red underneath her hand, but that faint red turned into apple red when she thought This terrible!!! This , this, child....thinks he’s teasing me..I should have not such thoughts of another man...These only should go to him! My dear Kendall! Not to some little boy!!!Trying to hide the fact that she had found him remotely attractive. Thankfully, a distraction of laughter coming from the table....Her eyes turned to face the sword, then she looked back at the male in confusion pointing at it. That sword talks!!! A talking sword?! What kind of swordsmen is this young man is?[Her eyes flooded with small argument they were having.

She bit her lips realizing that they were insulting Mako’s wears. She flashed a glare of disapproval at him and the sword. She watch the young man trying to apologize and introduce himself. Her anger was boiling at this man, but she knew she couldn’t lay a single finger on him. Instead, she did something no swordsmen likes. She gave Cresstus a playful smirk out of spite and yanked his sword from the table. Her dainty, but strong hands grabbed forcefully by the hilt and she pulled out a rag and began to polish it. Trying to calm herself down.

It reminded when she was polishing her beloved sword Claire (Celeste’s claymore) it was very calming to her. With her rag her hands rubbed the sword’s metal softly, and smoothly as Celeste was trying to show Cresstus how to take care of his sword with the upmost care. Before speaking she look up at him and titled her head gracefully. When she was about to speak, instead of using her normal tone of voice, Her voice changed from her usual tone the most coyest and Barbie doll like one ever. It was her way angrily speaking sweetly.

“What a disappointment you are. Such a shame really. The rumor weren’t true. I have heard so much about this Cresstus Edge. I had expected him to be a man that would just sweep me off my feet! I of all people around her have least amount of manners and I don’t really care for formalities. At least I know how to use them. Cress isn’t it?”She paused her little monologue of speech and stared at how much progress she had made with cleaning the sword. She looked at him again and sneered sarcastically.

“What a formidable swordsman you are. My beloved sister HIGH priestess of Granate, picked out her younger brother’s wares because it was not only they don’t fit him anymore, but it was supposed be a gift. Yet you mock my family’s kindness in front of me?! You surely, do not know who I am. I’m Celeste Stettner. Former female GENERAL OF CIVOK. You are very lucky that you are my sister’s guest. Unfortunately, for me I no longer a general. I'm currently playing the role as Granate's watchdog at the moment. Ooooh, and apparently the people are supposed to be scared of...a weakling...like you!!!!Prove me wrong! Little pup! I dare you!" The rest of her comments came from her anger that exploded into yelling along with a commanding voice she used when ordering the soldiers of Civok around.

A blonde woman unclothed stood in the living watching the scene all that was covering her were parts of her very, very, long locks of golden blonde hair. A small growl came from her. “ Enough of this shouting.”
She turned to Cress to wondering what he had did wrong. Celeste’s eyes widened in shock. Oh by the goddess!!!! I woke her up.....this isn’t good...Celeste sat there speechless for a moment. Then her first impulse reaction happened. She ran straight to the blonde woman and carried her quickly back to her room, she covered her back up in the sheets, her blushing hot red. Kneeling down beside Tarien in the bed she spoke apologetically. Lady Dragoness, we heard so much about you. I apologize a thousand times, it isn’t proper for a man to see you like that. I mean...even I wouldn’t just walk on out in nothing. Please, My name is Celeste Stettner. The High Priestess Kozue’s sister. I have very strict orders to watch the both of you and let you both join me in our morning celebration. Please, let me be of service.”






☪ Location: In some hotel ☪ With: Herself, Cress, Tarien ☪ Mood: Embressed/pissed/shocked ☪Outfit : A black jumpsuit with a white blazer Hairstyle : tight ponytail
☪ Her Sword: Claire ☪ HP:100 MP:100 /EN :100 ☪ Theme Kill La Kill : Don't lose your way

☪ Cress's new outfit : Cress's outfit




Notes/Occ: Claire, is Celeste's name for her Claymore.

StardustDrifter

oooooooh Man....Cress just pissed off the wrong woman. She was finding him attractive until He made fun of Kozue's gift and their youngest brother's old outfit. Then he gets a nose bleed for seeing a Tarien dressed in nothing ,but her hair. Have fun with that. Man, I didn't know he could bring back out the Commander in her.

LadyTarien

heeh heh hee this was sooo fun!!!

[Uchiha Itachi Jr]

Laying dead on the ground, the fire would burn around the encampment strong. The half giants would vacate the area after the death of one of Fangs strongest knights. However what they wouldn't realize was that the knight wasn't completely dead. It would seem at the last moments however his brother Aaren would come out of nowhere at the last moment and carry his broken and dead body out of Fang and back to the Cavallaro estate. After a few hours flames would ignite on the knights body and he would burst into flames immediately. As his body would become consumed by flames, his mana would dwindle as the fire started to form his body on the bed where he laid. After the fire disappeared, Marcus would be in a younger body roughly the age of a 16 year old and completely naked on his own bed.

When he would wake up he would be met by his brother who was sitting nearby. His two tone eyes would look onto his brother looking quite confused. "Who are you?" He asked as he positioned himself up and looked down at his naked body. It didn't bother him quite at all that he was naked, but he just wondered why he was naked and some odd guy was sitting nearby just looking over him.

~~ Time skip

After the attack on Fang and the temporary death of the half phoenix, Marcus had lost all of his memories and majority of his former abilities. They would only return with time and it was probably the worst part of being a phoenix he supposed. He had only learned about his heritage after his brother explained everything to him after his rebirth. He knew who Aaren was now, and a few others that he had described but he had no attachments anymore. He didn't remember Fang but he knew who they were due to his brother explaining it. Deciding that it still was unsafe for the boy to return to the coven, Aaren left Marcus back at Maizen.

Everything in Mazien was on edge though due to the impending war. Walking into the training grounds of the Cavallaro estate, Marcus began to train. Aaren had told him about his fire and telekinetic abilities and how important it was for him to master them to protect himself. Fire was like an extension of his hands to him and was natural to use to him. Remastering telekinesis however would be a challenge due to being that before he died he could do similar things like his brother, but now he could only push/pull, lift, deflect, and blast things away should be be angry or scared.

Marcus was much different than his former self. He didn't have that completely sadistic nature anymore, he was more confused than anything. He held no memories so the past didn't affect his personality in a way that he was completely evil like his former self. Standing in the training grounds, Marcus looked at the boxes all around him and started to focus on all of them and closed his eyes as he would raise his hands trying to lift them all at once. One box went up first, then the second went up, a third, and then a fourth but it was hard to keep them all a float without much concentration whereas his former self could lift more and not have to focus much.

It would be a process relearning his magic at the capacity that he had once had, but he had friends and family that could help him with such a task. Flicking his wrist, Marcus flung all of the boxes towards the wall trying to focus on one of the boxes rather than all of them. However it seemed that he didn't have that ability or rather enough concentration to hold other objects in place and focus on one to move that instead of all of them. That would be his goal though, to be able to hold something in place and then move one object while holding the others in place.

Being reborn without memories or your former ability was a b***h and ultimately it made him weaker so he needed to train so that he could at least have a fighting chance should he be encountered with any enemies in the future. It was a shame however that he didn't remember his coven family or that no one had even visited him since his untimely death. He wondered if anyone even knew he was alive or had his brother kept it a secret?

Thoughts - ≈ - Wishing he remembered his life. - | - Magic/Health - ≈ - MP: 90/100 HP: 100/100 - | - ｗｉｔｈ - ≈ - No one

[Peacock Catastrophe]

+++ Two days. Two whole days! A majority of the upper ranked members of the coven had gone off in a multitude of missions, the primary one being the infiltration of Fang. Yet, the foot soldier hadn't been taken along, something she still sulked over after two days. And with word of Nova not having been brought back, Minerva feared for the worse, and could only hope her cute sheep would make it back. Ok, maybe sheep wasn't the best comparison to use as it nearly had the woman empty her stomach contents. It wasn't even only Nova who wasn't back either. Mordred and Ember were still gone too, though they were on a separate mission, that was bound to take several days from the start. She wanted to know what those two were out doing.

+++ With the morning sun shining through any opening of the giant trees, Minerva squinted to see where she was going and to attempt to not flat out trip over something. She had spent most of the previous night awake, unable to sleep, and it was only a miracle made by mass amounts of food that had gotten her up and about. And odd as it was to have a massive breakfast feast in the middle of the forest, the female grew more hungry at each step she took. Or at least it seemed, she was probably just being a drama queen. But her mouth remained closed while some others quietly complained to their buddies at how early this gathering was, or how they hoped there would be enough food for them. Like everyone else was going to eat so much that others would be left without a thing. Well, that would be the case if they didn't move their little feet any faster.

+++ Reaching the celebration grounds, Minerva's eyes immediately fell upon the lonesome Kozue and her owl, Lis'Marie. Something seemed to be bothering her, and while Minerva wasn't sure what it was, she only knew that her excitement to see the woman was building. So quick on her toes, Minerva pranced over to the older woman "Oh Lady Kozue!" she chirped before her arms casually wrapped around the woman's shoulders in a sudden motion. "You look mighty fine today." But even with that said, she was forgetting how casual, care free, and intrusive she was being towards the High Priestess. They're rankings were almost on the opposite ends of the scale, yet Minerva was being as silly as if she were with Celeste. "You didn't happen to plan this grand breakfast all by yourself, did you?" Yet, the choked laughs from nearby had the Mystic turn her attention from the lady, and with a frown, realized a few other low ranking members were trying to hide their laughter at Minerva's foolishness. They probably thought Minerva was going to get an extreme beating from such disrespectful behavior. But as she thought about them, she realized their own thoughts probably weren't untrue. Kozue wasn't like Celeste who enjoyed such close, and friendly behavior. So releasing her arms from around the High Priestess, Minerva proceeded to bow with respect, and even remain bowing "I do apologize Milady." While she truly didn't feel much embarrassment at her own actions, she would remain in a bowing posture until Kozue deemed enough forgiveness.

Whereabouts - ≈ - Amarile Forest - | - Kozue- ≈ - Company

HP
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

MP
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Koko the Boss

[Koko the Boss]

Images burst through one after another. Each bestowing more and more mixed feelings of fear, rage, guilt, disappointment and anxiety. Her jaw clenched and a light layer of sweat covered her tan flesh. Black feathers, ravens. A manifestation of Cress getting in her way as she butchered a man in glasses, the smell of smoke and fire rising from House Fang, High Priest Reginald promising power to save Estella..Estella..Estella...Virgil laying asleep in the infirmary, Chi slaughtering villagers in Florah-village, Gur spewing lies about her dead older sister, a blonde stranger shifting into a dragon with ulrick and talking about being kin...A pounding in her head stirred the mage from her forced slumber produced by High Priestess Kozue's divination spell. Last she recalled with her encounter with the High Priestess encompassed yelling, slapping and touching. Kinky. Simone tried to open her eyes but groaned in irritation at the blindfold still wrapped around her eyes. Wherever she was being kept had to be prioritized as a secret. Simone felt around the cot with her chained hands that only allowed her to lift them up to her chest. She could easily bend and stretch to untie her blindfold but anytime she did one of the guards simply scolded her and threatened to shove her into deeper solitude. Every attempt was caught by the guards, hastened or not they had their eyes on her. Simone sat up straight in the cot, her feet dangling from the furniture to the cold ground. No shoes and who knew what they dressed her in. The dripping of water, the echoing of her movements and breathing notified her that she wasn't in the regular Granate dungeons. She was elsewhere. A sickening feeling boiled within her frame as a trifling voice descended upon her prison. That voice, she recognized it as the one blue-nette she swore would die in her hands if it was the last thing she did alive on Vangare. His own existence jabbed at every stitching she made to piece herself back together with the help of Virgil. Virgil. Her heart sank. Again they were apart and now she had no way of communicating with him. She could feel the weight of the ring was gone which meant she no longer had a House Fang aliquam.

Hurried footsteps from who she presumed to be the guards suddenly scurried off distantly until their boots made contact upon the stairs. Change of shift? She waited until the footsteps dwindled to fragmented traces before preparing herself for operation vision. Simone swiftly clamored down as low as possible, stretching and bending her body until she could reach up and over her head to undo the blindfold. The knot was strong and stiff like Virgil in the morning but there wasn't anything she couldn't do that would ease him up. What she wouldn't give to be with him right now. Carefully her fingers pulled and pinched the fabric until she triumphantly unraveled it. Without thinking she opened her eyes to see her current environment but the stimuli was too much. Big mistake. A list of obscenities flowed from her lips. Simone flinched and squinted her eyes. She could make out a soft pastel glow of diverse hues through her limited perspective. "So this place really does exist." She mumbled to herself. Stories of the underground cave were told as bedtime fairy tales by Garnet to Simone and Estella. She said the cave was kept under the coven's temple, it's tunnels leading under Koko River and out to various places in Amarile forest. The cave itself was kept secret for the most notorious enemies and prisoners of the coven. Skulls of these prisoners were said to line the cave floor. Simone never questioned it but when she grew up simply thought of it as a bed time story and nothing more. Besides, Garnet would probably maintain it to be just a bedtime story as well. Simone drew in a slow and steady breath as she obtained full vision. It was true, skulls really did line the cave walls and the crystals and stalagmites illuminated colors that broke through the darkness as it pursued every corner.


Now she could see what they dressed her in. The old House Fang clothes stained with blood was replaced by pink undergarments, a simple white sleeveless blouse and sleek black pants. Simone leaned over the bed before sitting on it again. Her head perked up to the echoes of heavy boots making its way closer and closer until finally a shadowy figure could be made out at the bottom of the nearest stone stairwell. "...." Her teeth grinded together and her fists balled. What made him think he had any right to be this close to her!? His annoying blue hair mingled with the light from the crystals, each thread glowing gently inside the cave. Ulrick didn't say anything at first but kept his gaze on her. She watched as the metal bars that kept her in her corner bent out of place to allow him to pass through. He wore his staff on his back before taking it off as well as removing his coat. The metal behind him formed back to their previous positions as if nothing had been tampered with. Damn that metal mage. "What are you going to do? Give me a strip dance?" Her voice thundered from her throat into a low growl. Ulrick's presence brought a rise of rage within her, similar to the incident on the cliff of Mount Reine. This time her mana was kept at bay by the magic on the cuffs. That High Priestess Kozue was a petty thing. The red tendrils expanded to cover the whites of her eyes as it contrasted with her blue orbs. She lunged at him with full force but kept to a limited space with the chains. Ulrick didn't flinch, even his voice remained un-wavered by her outwardly display of aggression.

"Anti-magic is still in those cuffs." The Granate Knight kept his composure, his demeanor calm and face expressionless despite the current circumstance.

"No kidding captain obvious." Simone debated lunging at him again and again until the chain broke but paused when Ulrick pointed at them.

The chains snapped. Simone glanced down at them before looking back up at him as he said smoothly, "You'll have to beat me up the old-fashioned way."

Simone's muscles tensed and eyes narrowed dangerously at the Granate Knight. She swung with no hesitation involved. Ulrick's body smashed against the metal bars but he didn't put up a fight. He took every blow handed to him by the furious mage. She even used the cuffs to her advantage, using their weight to make her punches heavier. His chest, face, arms, nothing hid from Simone's radar. "You took everything from me you wretched monster! I gave you everything!" Simone screamed as her fists pounded against the mage's flesh, swinging her body into a variety of angled kicks. "Then you ripped me away from Virgil! The one man who actually kept me happy- - I was happy! I could have made a new life in House Fang! You never loved me, House Granate is not my home it's just harboring treacherous liars and backstabbers!" She was on the verge of breaking down but her body wouldn't let up. Her energy increased, adrenaline pumping at full force. "High Priest Reginald gave me a home, he gave me the power to save Estella! And what did you guys do when I wanted to find her? NOTHING! You all did nothing!" Her voice cracked and tears gravtiated downward. Simone inwardly swelled with deeply rooted hate amalgamated with stress and overwhelming grief. Bitter, he turned her into a bitter coven slut until she met Virgil. Then Ulrick had the audacity to thieve her of the happiness she found with Virgil and House Fang. Why!? WHY!!! The impacts began to form visible bruises over his skin. Each thud eerily echoing out throughout the Reaper's Crypt until Ulrick slid down to his knees on the cave floor. Simone heaved tediously from the one-sided brawl. She took a step back, licking his blood off her knuckles all the while glaring at him with the heat of a thousand suns. Ulrick wordlessly gripped upon the metal bars then pulled himself up. Slowly he lifted his head to look at her again, this time his expressionless face held emotion.

Caught off guard, Simone staggered back until her body hit the cot. "W-why are you looking at me like that you creep!? Why aren't you fighting back!? Is this your pitiful way of apologizing to me for kidnapping me?!" She wanted to take hold of her katana again to slice him up the same way she did with that man in glasses. But she had none of her personal items on her but the dragon earcuff over her ear. The only thing she could get her hands on...was the cot. Simone angrily lifted up the furniture and hurled it over at the mage hoping to make him talk.

▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬
tab tab LOCATION: Reaper's Crypt 』『COMPANY: Ulrick『THEME: Greatest Change

▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬
xHEALTH ( HP )ＣＥ: █████████ █ 90/100 tab MAGIC ( M P )ＴＡＮＣＥ: █ █████████ 15/100

xoxoxoxxoxooxoxoxo

[Stardust Drifter]

Cress stared at her wide eyed when Celeste exploded. So this wasn't a trick!? He wasn't going to be hurt after all!? He opened his mouth to speak but she kept interrupting him.

"Oh my this feels so nice! Your hands...oooh!!!" the sword mused happily as if he was purring at her touch. "Yes he is rather brash about all of this, my Master is a fool after all!" he said happily siding with Celeste.

Backstabber....

She continued to insult him and his pride, out of spiteful anger. Glancing away he frowned, right now he felt like a big idiot. Surly this Coven was going to trick and deceive him, like Fang had, right? Though how was she supposed to expect him not to trust her sister? Cress felt like she was attacking him for other reasons besides him insulting her pride. Was this how she saw him?

Sure he didn't flaunt his skill like most people did, but when you had a sword that cut into souls you had to be careful how you fought. Taking a deep breath he turned to face her, about ready to apologize when another feminine voice interrupted him. Turning his eyes widened as he covered a hand over his face. Immediately turning a deep shade of red, the blonde haired woman that had been asleep for so long, was now awake...AND STARK NAKED!?

Quickly he turned his head the other way as Celeste pushed the woman back into her room. Wasn't she wearing a dress before? "No wait come back!! Your hands...don't leave me my sweet Princess!!" cried Regaltz as he was left behind.

"Serves you right, backstabber." he grumbled crossing his arms.

"Well..uhh....any man sides with a beautiful woman! It's some kind of law right!? R-Right!?" stuttered his sword.

"You're a sword...not a man Regaltz...." Cress corrected, his eyes closed with anger.

A slight awkward silence filled the room, "R-Right...yes...eh heh heh...heh..."

Cress rolled his eyes as an exasperated sigh escaped his lips, "A talking sword with a hand fetish, what am I going to do with you?" he said giving a shrug.

"Oh silence you! At least I did not shove my boot in my mouth like you just did!" grumbled Regaltz, obviously annoyed.

"Shoved? More like swallowed the boot whole! I...really hurt her feelings didn't I? Here she had come, out of her way, to present me with an invitation and a suit so I wouldn't feel so out of place. Here I've been nothing but a jerk, I didn't even thank her!" he stated guilt filling his heart. It wasn't right taking his frustration out on her like that.

She was busy with the petite woman, but he would have to apologize. Even if she hated him forever, it wasn't right insulting her and her family like that. Cress felt terrible. Glancing in a mirror he got a good look at himself. "You know it's actually crafted really nicely, the suit I mean. Strange thing is it magically fit my body, I didn't mean to insult her family I'm just not used to dressing so...nicely. I'll have to thank her sister for the gift, that was very kind of her. Regaltz, do you think we can trust these people? I...I don't want to be hurt anymore." he said as his face grimaced. Shuttering he wouldn't wish what he had experienced on his worst enemy.

"Are you still in pain? From that collar?" asked Regaltz, his voice filled with concern.

Pulling down his collar to reveal the ring of burnt flesh, it had healed a little and now looked like a scar. Touching it Cress sighed, "A little, but the pain of seeing someone you care about hurt you callously is still felt in my heart. I hope Simone is alright, and recovers from whatever she's going through..."

Glancing at Regaltz he shook his head. "I'm thinking of heading back to the mainland after we help find her sister. I've had my fill of this continent. I'm probably not really needed anyway. You fine with that?"

"I have no say, you lead and I follow that's how our pact works. Yet I have to disagree for once. You would just be running away, Cress you've got to face your problems or else everyone will think you're just some child, like that woman does. That woman...and her delicate...soft...hands...." Regaltz mused trailing off. If he could blush his hilt would be deep red.

Placing a hand to his face Cress chuckled softly. Regaltz was one of a kind.
----------------------------------
HP: 100/100
EN: 100/100
Location: Town House
Company: Regaltz, Celeste, Nude Tarien!? (O////O!)

Feeling: Guilt

(OOC: )

[Saturn Midnight]

HP 79/100xxxxxxxxxxx
▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰
MP 87/100xxxxxxxxxxx
▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰

▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░

It really was one hell of a brutal beating, and for the strangest reason, Ulrick wanted to laugh as he gritted his teeth. He would fall, but stand up knowing he was much too heavy with the metal he kept on his person. Simone Mesa of all people would know where he hid his extra metal, and avoided hurting her firsts too badly from this knowledge whether she was conscious of it or not. She actually did remember everything about him, just like Mallik had, and nobody else remembered their relationship. It probably seemed like a silent consensus had been drawn among even their other close friends; that they had been fooling around with eachother. That their engagement was a joke.

This urge to laugh came as images of the two fighting came to mind. He had always enjoyed fighting with her, as their styles in combat were completely opposite. She was fast, and he was strong with high endurance. It was why he could take the abuse she was inflicting on him now.

And why did he allow her to beat him to a pulp? He wanted her to let it all out, and most importantly he deserved the pain no matter what hand Mallik played in messing up their lives. He had failed her after promising to be with her forever. To devote himself to her. Telling the truth wouldn't tuck all she had been through under the rug and he wasn't expecting to win her back since Mallik had been behind it all...

She had moved on with another man. He could see it in her eyes when she mentioned the name "Virgil" and Ulrick instantly remembered the name. It was Remi's rival; the one his friend had spoken of since the first occasion the two had met in battle. A formidable opponent and Knight of Fang. From the look in her eyes...she knew the knight longer..? Had she betrayed the coven long before Fang's High Priest could brainwash her? For some reason...something inside him cracked...

He slid to his knees with his back to her a moment as it sank in. Ulrick had been well aware that she would have moved on...but...He gripped the metal bars and pulled himself up, before slowly turning his head to look her in the eyes.

"W-why are you looking at me like that you creep!? Why aren't you fighting back!? Is this your pitiful way of apologizing to me for kidnapping me?!"

The look in his eyes was one of pain and regret. The soul that had loved her and had been confined for so long watching as if in its own jail cell as she went through life without him. How he truly agonized over being so weak to let a damned, accursed sword take over his life. The pain turned to fury that a weapon could get he best of him and ruined everything they had together.

He raised his hand as the bed was thrown at him, using the metal of the frame to create a criss-crossed basket around over the blanket. When his hand touched the metal, he easily pushed the bed aside with a long bang. It easily laid on its side against the wall and was fixed there by the metal connecting to the right wall.

"GOD...DAMNIT!" he roared. Ulrick turned upon the bed with furious eyes, fist clutching together and making the bed minced into tiny pieces that flew every which way. He then slammed his fist into the wall, so hard it went right through five or six inches. Removing his fist, he turned on Simone with eyes that were filled with the threat of tears. It was an angry sadness that she would know well. He had always turned his sadness into anger...

Ulrick showed her the bloodied fist-goddamnit that ******** hurt- and finally spoke with a blink to hold in the tears. "This is what you want," he said before coming close to her, dark green eyes never leaving her's. "The reason I let you do this, is because today I found out everything," he said upon coming getting so close that there were only a few inches between them.

"Remember I turned red? That Dragonblade I found after we were engaged; it was cursed," he said harshly but only in a whisper. "I ******** up. The dragon inside it wanted to ruin my chances at a life with you, so he took away all my memories and feelings for you, along with the memories my family and our friends even knew of you and I-and you know what's ******** up? WHAT'S REALLY ******** UP?" he yelled in her face.

"I couldn't fight his hold on me! I was so ******** weak! I couldn't do a damn thing for nine years!" he growled through gritted teeth, eyes never leaving her's even as a tear managed to escape one eye. "I didn't even get to feel any pain-you were the only one who got to suffer, when it was me who deserved all the pain!" he spoke with anguish, moving a few steps back from her and pointing to her.

(cue Fairy Tail moment music)"Someone from Fang has turned your heart so that you hate everything to do with House Granate. Don't you dare-don't you ******** dare tell me you are as weak as me, to let this spell undo everything you have-forgetting everything you've experienced. ******** me! Think of your friends-no your family in this coven who taught you how important it is to love and fight for the peace and goodness in this world. Who have fought despite a losing war, and who have given their lives for everything we stand for. Joanna, Ember, Remi, High Priestess Garnet, your own family-don't forget them and what they mean to you, goddamnit!" he growled, taking a few breaths, and staring at her with wild eyes.

"House of Fang has your sister Estella, and only recently we found my mother encased in crystal. She said that Fang took Estella away, but because my mother was under crystallization for so long, she shattered into pieces right in front of me, after having risked her life trying to protect your sister! Not only that, but for the first time in years our coven infiltrated Fang with only one goal in mind-to rescue you! We lost one person-one you mutilated under the dark magic's spell, but even one false move and all of us could have died!" he yelled fury bright in his eyes.

"Now here you are, crying over your dear sister while playing the pawn for Fang, while using me above all else as an excuse to be blinded into hating Granate! Of course I'm angry! I'm furious! I'm angry because..." Ulrick paused, and stared at her with pain.

"...Because I can't make up for any of this...and I messed up the life of the one who made me who I am-you, Simone," his eyes softened, though his hands clenched at his sides then looked to the ground. "You've moved on...and I'm glad you could find happiness again...but I don't want you to feel the way I do; having to watch you move forward without being aware of what I lost, and only finding out now what it was when it's nine years too late," he whispered before looking up.

"You can fight the spell, or you can keep beating me up till you've had your fill of revenge. It's your choice. You know that I always hated you repressing your emotions," he said softly, looking her in the eyes again and remembering how she had held in the pain of losing her parents until she cried it all out in his arms when they were kids.


▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░▐░


Location: Simone's Prison Cell
Mood/State: Bruised and scuffed up with a bloody fist and a clot near my gut. Overall, just concerned about Simone. Caring.
Appearance: [Minus the coat] [Mallik of the Rakazik Flight] Red Dragon Form
Current Weapon[Dragon Blade of Essence]
Theme Song: Chrome- Music Junkies

(( THE FEELS. Wrote this up as soon as I saw that Simone post. @D@ ))

[Lady Tarien]

The Cycle ever Turns, Ending as it Begins.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Two Days Ago~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

+++++As she slipped away on the wave of exhaustion, a small part of her self remained. Like that pestering little thought that kept one on the verge of sleep. Like watching a dream ... She was hunting, searching, seeking. Dim halls could not hide her prey. Ah Ha!! Him! She immediately began to berate him for the abuse he'd given his feet, for trying to bat her away, for falling down and aggravating both her and his injuries. But she was firmly pressed against his skin, and she was shocked at the extent of his pain. His feet were the least of his injuries: a missing chunk of flesh, the wound burned, percussive damage to most of his organs, broken ribs, lingering poison, shock, and exhaustion. The question of how did not matter, just the steps to repair what she could, and speed the healing process. There was even an older scar she found, that angered her to the point of growling. A small explosion behind them distracted the purple eyed male enough that he didn't notice the reptilian tongue swipe across his sole.

+++++Then pain blossomed behind her. Like a rare blood red orchid, the devastation of the damage done to the female drew her. The girl was dying, and she didn't even realize it. The emotional response from her patient set her path, and she left him to share what was left of her with his friend. The mage finally noticed what she'd been doing as his companion stabilized. He then led them on what would have been an amusingly wrong path to the infirmary, if the situation were not so bleak. Though she and the others were rescued from his nervous, if entertaining, chatter by another mage. One that took the situation promptly in hand by taking the smaller mage into his arms. This one knew where he was going, and was swift in doing so. The closer they came to the other healers, the more she faded. Her glimmer lost in the bright light of the medical area. She held on, pushing the last of what was her into these two she'd taken as her wards, until her tether, the purple eyed male, was rendered unconscious. Without his pain to anchor her, she slipped away. Tarien sighed, slumped as she was in Cress's arms astride Mallik, her diamond eyes fading to a lightless gray as they closed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Current Day Ago~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

+++++Something shrill, and sickly sweet sounding was assaulting her ears. It echoed in her hollow feeling head till she was forced to cover said ears in an attempt at escape, but it only grew in volume and the pressure on her palms was painful. Yellow eyes rimmed in orange opened, the round pupils dilating in the bright, sunny room. Sitting up was a bad idea, the world swam before her, a moment of nausea hit her hard. But that was quickly drowned out by an intense hunger, her stomach complaining loudly enough to drown out the shouting from the next room. Her annoyance grew, throwing off the blanket, she stalked through the open door to see some green haired female yelling at the Veshtun she'd left her body in the care of. She growled the draconic equivalent of “Shut up!” then in the human's tongue, “Enough of this shouting.” The pink eyes took on a look that screamed prey to the starving dragon. She looked away, to the ginger, such cute hair. He seemed frozen till he covered his face, she tilted her head and blinked, was he ill?

+++++Next thing she knew the world was spinning again, Tarien would have retched had she anything on her stomach, instead she just contemplated biting the vexing female to see if that would end this nauseating ride. It was also causing her hands to throb painfully as she instinctively tried to find a grip. The notion of drawing blood was discarded as moments later she was unceremoniously plopped down on the bed she'd just left and had covers tossed over her. Oh nonononono, she was not some child to be confined to bed. Even weak as she was at this moment in time, she still had her pride. Ripping the sheets back to find the human kneeling before her. She flushed as the creature poured apologies, platitudes, and censorship? She had had enough. She stood, flinging her hair back. “Who are you to tell me how to present myself to a male! And I hold no stock in family names child, I judge by the soul I see, not the bloodline that bore them! Beyond that, that male has seen my spirit, it can hardly get more intimate!” she tromped angrily back into the living area, nodding cordially to the half blood who had been conversing with his living sword.

+++++Finding the kitchen, she immediately started trying to open cupboards, only to be impeded by the bandages on her hands. Some of her stress was relieved fighting and biting the strips of cloth to free her battered fingers. Spitting out the last bit of fabric, she returned to her hunt, but the pantry was bare. Her stomach growled again. She turned fast enough to make herself light headed, the scent of the beings within the house assaulting her nose, the orange ring rimming her eye darkening to something closer to black. Her gaze found the girl, her voice was dangerously low, “If I do not feed soon, bad things will happen.” She laughed, a chilling sound before looking up through her hair, the predator she was clear in her eyes, “The blood lust that grips Simone will be a paltry thing if my hunger consumes me.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I Fear not Death for I have Lived, Reborn to Love, Again and Again.

** Mana Pool: 20/100% ** {==========}** ** Health Pool: 95/100% ** {==========} **

Location: Townhouse, Granate
In the Company of: Ginger Vestun and Pink Eyed Annoyance called Celeste something or stutter

[IILovelyAmarathII]

~~~Two days Earlier~~~

A faint whistling noise as came from the flying waves of the jacket that was on the chocolate brown haired male as he was levitating in the air searching for him. Trying his best to avoid much of the chaos and havoc that was happening in their coven home, the male floated downward to what was left of his brother’s body. Oceanic eyes grew into a dark midnight blue, and scowl of rage grew on his face. Taking off his jacket the shirtless man covered the remains of his brother in his jacket. A low growl formed underneath his breath as his narrowed in the distance to see the half-giants escaping. Unfortunately for the male there was nothing he could do. His knees fell to the ground as he began weeping for his brother cradling his body as if he was a baby. He spat out. “Insects. You think you have won haven’t you?”A deep and dark chuckling came from his mouth. Little did anyone know that about the little secret that the Cavallaro’s had.

For the past two days Aaren had escaped back into Mazien for the next couple of days. He tended to his younger brother’s rebirth. Seeing, the man in his sixteen year old teenager form would have take some getting used to. Nonetheless, the man took his time with his younger brother. Explaining to him who he was and what he was. Aaren or the Cavallaro family didn’t have luxury of time on their hands they were too busy taking care of the younger Cavallaro male who had many questions. Aaren wasn’t to sure if the high prist Reginald and high priestess Nilin knew of the Cavallaro family secret. Aaren thought the most logical answer was to have Marcus stay in the Estate until he announced his brother being alive.

~~~End of Timeskip~~~

It was mid morning and the male felt the warmth of the sun shining through his window of his room. A book had laid flat on his head. Eyes slowly opening, he groaned irritation. He didn’t get enough sleep these past couple of days due the fact that he was worried sick of Marcus. His ears perked up as he heard ruffling of boxes being tossed around. Chuckling to himself, the male grabbed the book off from his face and pulled himself out of his bed. Stretching out like a cat a yawn coming from his lips as he was barely getting ready for the new day. The male began to inspect himself in the mirror as his fingers ran through his Chiseling back.

Admiring his own features of his body. He took a deep sigh. He began massaging the temples of his head clearly he was trying to get rid of the slight headache that was forming slowly due to his stress in the past couple of days. He remembered that emergency ceremony was happening in the prim forest. Aaren definitely wanted to bring Marcus back into Fang in front of the many spectators. He thought it was now time to reveal to everyone where he had been as well reveal to everyone that Marcus was very much alive. Grabbing his long creamy white jacket that had his family’s crest on it He had left wide open revealing his very sculptured chest and abs.

Aaren then put on some very fitted pants that held his legs. Finding, his golden gauntlets the male proceeded to incase them hidden inside his jacket. The weight of the metal didn’t bother him, as he was used to it. He had exited out of his room and headed towards the training grounds. He had wanted to sneak up on his younger brother. In the distance he watched the poor male struggling. He couldn’t bare it any longer and let out a snort of laughter. Walking up to his rather shorter brother by exactly five inches his oceanic blues met his empty red and blacks. Using his left hand he cupped one of Marcus’s cheeks.

“Struggling aren’t we? I shall show you how it’s done. Besides, it is only natural that older sibling takes care of the younger one my dear brother.”
Aaren’s voice was slightly rough, calm and collected. Silver manna came from his right hand the his manna aura held not one, but three of the boxes in place. They made a triangle like shape and with a swipe of his hand the boxes flew in the direction of some trees and hit them making several leaves fall off from the force that Aaren had put in them. His left hand slowly pulled Marcus closer to him as he Embraced his brother in a tight hug. Aaren rested his chin on Marcus’s shoulder and He whispered affectionately to him. “Even though you short from remembering how close we once were, Know this I am here for you.”

He paused as eyes his meet Marcus’ gaze. Looking up at him he gave him a soothing smile. “Come with me brother. Fang is waiting for our arrival in the Prim forest. You may not remember much, but there’s a red-haired man that got under your skin. Very much so, but you had respected him. His name is Virgil Malik. He is a knight of house fang. I want to find him and everyone else in shock that you are still alive and well.”Aaren gathered the horses. His horse being a black stallion and Marcus’ horse being a white mare. Both of the Cavallero brothers rode out of Mazien and into the very familiar Prim forest. When entering the forest a couple of magi had stopped them. “Master, Cavallero. Who is the young man riding beside you?” One of them asked. Aaren’s mouth shaped a grin from ear to ear. His hand’s gestured to Marcus.

“You do not recognize the man standing before you? Ah, it might be because my younger brother Marcus is in his form of a teenager. Yes. I had said that right. It is truly him born again from the ashes."The magi gasped at what they heard Aaren claimed. They had believed him knowing that Aaren wasn’t the one to tell lies. The magi whispered to each other. “Do they really have the power…of a Phoenix? I mean the young man does look exactly like Marcus. Just a younger version of him.” The magi finally decided to take the horses and let Aaren and Marcus find his way to the judging platform area. Both of the Brothers were behind the high priestess, and Aaren’s eyes caught a glimpse of what had caught the woman in white attention.

A male with fiery red hair and blue spiked tips that was as tall as Aaren was bowing before the High Priestess. Aaren watched in amusement as he humbled himself before her.
Just then many of the magi cried as they had noticed that Aaren and Marcus had came behind high priestess Nilin. They were shocked to see a of what looked like a younger version of Marcus. Clearing his throat Aaren began to speak.

“Mi Lady , Nilin. May you spare some of your attention to myself and the very familiar man, but yet younger looking man before you. The magi of fang cried in shocked because of the two men that stand before you are clearly Myself , Aaren Cavallero”He paused for a moment giving her the chance to turn around to see a younger version of Marcus himself. His gestured in the direction of Marcus as he declared. “Marcus Cavallero, former been knight of fang has reborn. Reborn of the ashes of a Phoenix. I assure you High Priestess, this isn’t a lie. My brother is standing right here before you and all of the magi here. Alive and well.”








`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••.¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.•

『 Location 』 Prim Forest 『With』 Marcus,Nilin, and many spectators 『Mood 』Calm/Amused/Curious 『Apearel 』 Aaren's outfit『 Theme 』Killswitch Engage- "Starting Over"

Uchiha Itachi Jr

Chailya of Water

LadyTarien

Peacock Catastrophe

OCC: Posting layout. Not the best...but Hey, I had to get this one out! s**t is about to hit the fan! Real quick! XD

[Stardust Drifter]

Stomping back into his sight of vision the nude, curvy, petite woman gave him a kind nod before storming into the kitchen. Did she enjoy walking around in her birthday suit? What a strange woman. He heard the growl of her stomach as she walked past him, no doubt she was famished after being asleep for so long.

There wasn't much for food, but he could whip something up. Yet it would get his suit all dirty and the last thing he wanted was to get beaten black and blue by Celeste. Turning to look at Regaltz he sighed and returned to the bathroom to fetch his coat. Walking into the kitchen after Tarien he draped his coat over her shoulders and smiled softly. It was big enough to engulf her body and hide her nudity if she chose so, which he hoped she did for his sake.

"I'm glad you're awake, I was so worried you would be asleep forever. You're p-probably used to walking around naked but for my sanity wear my coat for a while. I would hate to do something I regret." he said to her warmly turning to face her. Staring deep into her eyes they looked so...strange. They were beautiful, black gems that sparkled with life. She looked like an adorable child who had just woken up, she was kind of cute actually.

Her tummy roared and Cress crossed his arms. Tarien's golden hair flowed down her curvy body like some kind of waterfall. Glancing away he blushed again feeling rather goofy. It wasn't right to stare so rudely, Even though he wasn't really looking at anything, just being around this woman made him feel so shy and small for some reason. "I'm sorry, there isn't really much in the food department here. You and I were invited to a breakfast feast by that lovely woman over there and her sister. You've been asleep for a bit and you used a really powerful and beautiful spell, so I'm sure you're ravaged. Hang in there just a little bit alright? You'll get something delicious in you." he stated with respect, kindness, and politeness.

Walking over to one of the taller pantries, he found a bit of deer jerky hanging from the shelves. Seriously? Was this all that was here? If he wasn't dressed all fancy Cress could have whipped up something tasty for breakfast. There was enough ingredients here to make pancakes at least. Gripping a handful of the jerky he walked over.

His free hand softly taking hers he looked at her wounded hand for a moment before softly placing the jerky in it. "If I weren't dressed so nicely I would have made pancakes for us. Eat this until the banquet ok? I'm Cresstus Edge by the way, but please call me Cress. Thank you, I would have been left behind if you hadn't helped me. I'm sorry this isn't much, but try to be patient alright? There will be plenty to eat at this breakfast banquet, but first you'll have to get dressed." he stated kindly before chuckling, "It's not polite walking around in your skivvies. Unless you're trying to attract attention." he said shyly, glancing away.

Running a hand through his hair nervously, hopefully she would calm down. Regaltz, on the other hand, lay there having a quaint day dream of the rose eyed woman polishing him with her soft hands. He knew who the golden hair woman was just by the strong magical aura he sensed, but for fun he would let his Master assume she was human for a bit. The sword would get a good laugh when Cress discovered he was conversing with a Dragoness.
----------------------------------
HP: 100/100
EN: 100/100
Location: Town House
Company: Regaltz, Celeste, Tarien

Feeling: What a strange woman..../shy and embarrassed

(OOC: )