Chapter two⌠:ʈɦə ɱȫʀʈɑʃ ɠʘɗʂ:⌡[closed]

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[NeoZane]

watching her features contort slightly able to recognize the shock and curiosity at his words. her words shock him slightly his silver eyes flashing to the woman on the horse. a laugh erupts from deep in his chest. it is cold and only the slightest traces of what could be considered emotion sounds in it. pearly white K-9 teeth flash as he does. "how blessed am i for another child of the gods to walk right to me." he says raising on hand to the woman on her horse the metal palm to the sky in a pointing gesture. then it falls to his side. looking back to Katen sloly still looking slightly amused. "what makes you think i follow orders from a whelp like you?" he says raising an eyebrow at her almost as if hes challenging her.

he wasn't typically so playful but he found himself in a rater good mood since he figured if he was to bring back both children safely he would be rewarded greatly and then get to pursue his brother further to destroy anything that could possibly bond him to the daemons side. he was already looked at with distrust for his methods. he was ruthless in combat and showed no mercy. he trained his own men as well often severely hurting even coming close to killing them before he could trust they would be ready on the battlefield. fortunately he had one of the most successful rates for returning soldiers whom served under him.

staring into the eyes of Kitara he speaks again before she has a chance to. "actually my curiosity gets the better of me with not only where you want to take me but what the other child is doing here." when he speaks of the woman on the horse he speaks slightly more loudly his smooth cold voice was deep and rumbled slightly at that volume. it was his way of inviting her to come over letting her know he wouldn't kill her. opening his clenched hand that he had frozen there are a few loud cracks as the ice breaks away from the cold metal falling to the forest floor. he then waits for her to lead the way keeping an keen ear out for any others to approach figuring he wouldn't be fortunate enough to have a third child stumble upon him. with his luck he now had to or more daemons coming to kill him and the 'children' he now protects. he found it slightly odd that he thought of them as children since they where almost his age by the looks of it.

((my post is somewhat lame as well. ill get back into it soon. and again i apologies for not telling you all i was going...))

[The Kondom Faiiry]

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✖✖✖ Ɛʈɑɩɳ ʑɑɓʀɩɳɑ ακͼͼηα

Terranova Minerva Genisis, the Little creator.
Just because I don't speak lies...
Doesn't mean I tell the entire truth

An eyebrow raised as the voice of the odd colored girl, rang in her ear. She looked down on them as Samhail;s hooves clicked against the forest floor. She thought about answering the man, but when she neared, a shiver went down her warm spine. Red curls fell infront of her face, as they neared the old Willow tree. Loosening her grip in Samhail's blond mane, a sigh escaped her plump moisted lips. Her green eyes fluttered down towards the two infront of her. She took in their posture, the sway of the girl's hips, and the glistening of the silver on the male's gauntlets. 'Strange, I have never seen those, but in myths of the mountain people. Who are they.

Slience fell between them like a rock in water, rippling over them as they moved along. ' What did he mean 'by another child of the gods?" The only real noise was that of Samhail's hooves, and occasional snort.

Her voice dropped like a sudden song of a bird in the dead of winter. "I am here to make arrangements for my people. It was sudden, she had to stop and think if she acctually said it out loud.


Etain's mouth pouted as she saw the large old tree. There was a whisper of life within it, that came from the tree itself. The forrest always left her dumbfounded for words and thoughts, the mere presence of every little thing, so different form the barren land where she has grown in.

(Gasm..you and godmod the village elders if you like...sorry it is short i am limited on time, i will post later, because i got suspended from school, so i will be home.)

[Minor Melodies]

.:Sol||Iden:.
”Save a horse, ride a cowboy.”

Sol had been so lost in admiring the scenery and the texture of Fiona's soft fur under his palms that he had failed to notice that anyone else was on the road with him. In fact, his eyes were closed. This was quite odd for him though, since he tended to be on the lookout for a pretty face whenever he went into town, and the new arrivals he would likely see on this road were likely to be especially exciting. And yet, there he was. Sitting on his horse. His eyes closed, his lips curled up in a smile, and his nose inhaling the fresh scent of grass and dust and sunlight while his ears listened contentedly to the clip clop of four hooves on the dirt road beneath them.

And then, a new sound. But not a distinctly new one. The barking of a dog. Likely a small dog, from behind him. The blonde opened his eyes lazily and turned his head to look behind him. The dog was running after him and Fiona, barking happily. He didn't recognize it...perhaps a stray? It must have just appeared though, because at the rate it was yipping up at him, it was extremely excited to find a person. The mare beneath him shook slightly and her pace became uneasy, her breath coming out in snorts from her velvety nose as the noise from the dog made her uneasy. Sol reached up with his right hand to rub small circles in an area between the mane and the ear of the horse, and her pace calmed. It was a special place, that calmed most every quadraped. At least, everyone he had ever come in contact with.

Sol turned to look down at the dog, and a bright smile split his lips. Cute dog. Looked too clean to be a stray though. "Well good morning to you too! Are you lost, or simply roaming the streets? Afraid I don't have any food with me now, otherwise I would share. But you don't mind tagging along to town, do ya?" he asked the little dog cheerfully, urging Fiona silently with his heels to keep a steady pace. He wasn't sure if it was a boy or a girl, but it certainly wasn't an old dog. And even an unfamiliar breed....Who on Earth did this dog belong to?

Ah well, he'd likely found out when he got into town. Keep the little thing with him until he found the owner. Couldn't have been long lost. Too happy, too clean. Looked too well-fed.

”Nobody needs anything more than the wind in their hair, the sun on their skin, and someone who loves them by their side.“

[Candi_Demon]

XXXX The frost nymphs laugh slid along her skin like chunks of ice. Leaving behind the feel of coldness, goose skin passed over her shoulders but Katin's face did not change. His sharp canine teeth flashing did nothing to her, no fear showed on her face.. Though, she was curious as to why he had canine teeth when he looked so much like a frost nymph. "how blessed am i for another child of the gods to walk right to me." 'another child of the gods'.. that little phrase confused her more then anything ever has.. "what makes you think i follow orders from a whelp like you?".. This.. made her want to slash out at him and make him follow her. But she did not want to cause a scene in front of her village.. That would not be a good thing, plus.. she had to take them to the Elders. and the Elders will not be happy if one was hurt.. Nope.. They truly would not be. "actually my curiosity gets the better of me with not only where you want to take me but what the other child is doing here."

XXXX "I am taking you both to The Elders.."

XXXX Katin voice held a warmth to it, a low raspy earthy tone. She never really thought much of her voice, though she has been told it was very sensual. Her mind went off in a twirl of thoughts of why there would two very different people come to the forest in the same day.. It was a rare thing for outsiders to come to the forest. The villagers usually traveled to the other area of the world, not the other way around.. Most people are to afraid of what they might find once they enter the forest, or if they will ever exit the forest. Her mind was pondering on why the two were truly there when a voice chirped up. "I am here to make arrangements for my people" That answered why she was here.. now.. for the other one.. He said he was 'sent by the gods to protect' her.. but.. what did that really mean? She did not need protection, she was perfectly capable of protecting herself. her hand moved to the bone dagger that was tided to the small of her back, fingers moving across the leather was was wrapped around it to keep herself from cutting her back open.

XXXX They approached a arched doorway, it was a large opening in the side of the tree. Large enough to fit a firetruck through, and still have a few feet on each sides. The archway shimmered here and there, a thin curtain like substance was there. It was cast when the tree was first carved for use by her people. It had a old name, but she could not remember it, she just called it 'The Way'. It did more then look pretty, it would not let anyone in the sacred tree if their intentions were to harm anything inside the forest. No matter if human or not. So.. this was a way to see if intruders were truthful or not.. Her fingers reached out to the shimmering rainbow of curtain, the tips of her fingers linger on the surface for just a instant. Coolness ran across her skin as her hand passed through and then the rest of her. Vanishing from sight, the other side of The Way was invisible to anyone looking at it. She waited a second, sure the two intruders would pause at her disappearing, then stuck her head through The Way. The refreshing coolness running around her shoulders as she leaned out to speak to them.

XXXX "I assure you both, you will not be harmed if you are true."

XXXX A soft angelic smile spread across her lips before she moved back, she was becoming more and more like Jamerson as the days go by. She knew that what she just said would be something he would say to outsiders. Comfort swirled through her as she thought about Jamerson. The smile still on her face as she took in the plainness of the room in front of her. It was a large room, almost twenty foot ceilings, twice that width and length wise. It held no markings, no sign of life other then the guards standing at least eight feet into the room. Almost the same instant, the two guards and Katin moved. Kneeling, the hand moving into a fist, brought it straight across their chest, from left shoulder to right, arm level with the floor the entire time. Then standing and moving towards each other. Katin's hand went to the guard on the right, grabbing his forearm as he grabbed hers. This was the greeting of the forest people. The kneeling part was a couple generations new, but the arm shacking, this was as old as The Willow its self.. It was hard for people to still do this shake, only the guards did it to each other.. and the Elders.. They still did it, and if you didn't do this with the Elders they saw it as a sign of disrespect and you just dug yourself a very deep hole.

XXXX "What brings you into the Willow today, Katin?" Said the one on the right,

XXXX "Wasn't today supposed to be your day off?" from the one on the left.

XXXX "Yes, I was on my way to Jamerson home when I came across a frost nymph walking into our village.. Then, a desert rat was found too.. I am bringing them to the Elders.."

XXXX Katin looked over the two guards, they were twin brothers. Múspell, the one on the right, Nifl, the one on the left. She forgotten where their names generated from, but did not bother to ask again. So, she just remembered them by the color of their left eyes. Múspell was crimson and Nifl was ice blue. Their right eyes were a brownish color that in certain lights look almost purplish. They had been saying something, but quickly stopped when they saw the two intruders enter. Katin took a step to the side of Múspell, waiting for them to come through completely so they could hurry to the Elders.

[AlbeltheWicked24]

I am a Daemon

He looked up to the sky and then back down at the ground. His blood red eyes moved to the tree branch nearby and then to the roots of a tree before him. He had no idea where he was, but it wasn’t like he cared. He was wandering and wandering, looking for something he’d remember about the moment he found it instead of now while he was looking, wandering around in the forest. . . or at least what he believed to be a forest. Not like he knew, he couldn’t tell really because his mind was trying so hard to remember why he was here at the moment, he didn’t know where ‘here’ was. He sat down on the large root and leaned back against the tree as he did his best to recall the events leading up to this point. It was a sad thing, being insane like this, so insane you forgot half of the time what you were doing, where you were going and such. He was sure it’d come back to him, if he relaxed, so he took the time to, and found his answer. He was looking for the children of the gods. Why? Because his lord desired them, and though he couldn’t remember why his lord wanted him, he was out here, wandering, looking for them.

“I wonder where they could be.” He said to himself in his a rather smooth and charming voice. He let his claws show then, listening to them as they forcefully came out of his hand, making him bleed. He smiled, even though it hurt and began to lick the blood from his hands, his white fangs showing as he opened his mouth in order to lick them clean. This happened every time but he didn’t seem to care. His flesh could rip and he could bleed but as long as he got to lick the blood off, he was fine with it. This demon had a taste for blood that much showed as he licked his black claws but what showed to some, but not to others was that this one was insane with a love of hurting people. He loved the sound of screams of pain, especially when they bled and looked at him in such fear. He remembered doing that so many times, licking his lips before licking the other’s blood as he slowly and painfully killed them with his claws and the other spikes on his body. If they pretended it didn’t hurt, he would hurt them more; drag it out as long as he could until they screamed. Oh how he loved the screams!

He chuckled as he thought, trying his best not to let his full laugh out. His full laugh was so very odd and so very recognizable. He never heard another with a laugh like his, never. Though this laughter came from the insanity he obtained some long time ago, it developed in battle and it was distinctive and anyone who had survived who had heard him would know who it was and for the sake of his mission, he couldn’t have anyone noticing him before he even arrived. It wouldn’t be fun if this wasn’t a surprise, he figured. Surprising them would be so much fun! He’d be able to attack without warning and get a good hit before anyone could respond! Thinking of it made him giggle. He was all too excited to find one of the children. Though he wasn’t allowed to kill them, he would have fun with them. He wanted to please his master by bringing home what he wanted. He was looking for the children, so he’d bring them back to his master. It was strange though, seeing as he always wanted to please his master, how he always did whatever he was told or whatever he thought would please him someone like this who wanted to do whatever he could to get enjoyment out of living things by making them suffer.

“It’s quiet here. . .” He said lowly, finishing up with the licking of his claws. “I don’t like it. . .” He went on as he got up and started to walk as he licked his lips. He was trying to eliminate the blood from his mouth so that he looked rather human when he drew his claws back in but with his blood red eye it would be very hard to be human to those who saw them. He wasn’t about to close them to try and hide them either, he needed his sight to find his prey. Besides anyone who saw him that he didn’t want to could be killed anyway so he had no reason to hide his face really, he could take care of anyone who got in his way. It was a fairly simple matter to fix for a Daemon like him. This Daemon that was so fondly called the Bloody Thorned Beast.

“Ah this world is too peaceful!” He said, stretching as he started to walk, feeling the cloth of his outfit lightly hitting against his legs. It was purple and gold and it allowed for his spikes and his tail to appear, so he was happy to wear it even though it offered no protection and very little coverage of his flesh, he didn’t care because he had his scales and his spikes to make up for it. ( Looks like this only no meal claw and the shackle around his throat is a black collar. ) Who needed armor when you had tough skin and spikes? Not this daemon, not Keiran Tsukino of Cramulos’ ranks. He needed nothing more than his spikes and scales to protect him in battle. That and sometimes his sword that he carried upon his hip came in hand y too but he usually used his claws and spikes. He only used his sword if he had to pretend he was a human or he needed something to give him the ability to keep some space between him and his opponent.

“Hm?” He asked as he walked, slowing down as he heard something. “Who’s that?” He smiled, exposing his fangs as he did so. It seemed that head were some figures, two unsuspecting men. Though it was against his better nature to kill so close to other presences and a forest that seemed to be full of spies, he couldn’t help it. He approached the two with his inhuman speed and with his claws began to rip them to shreds. He listened as they screamed over the great pain as he dug his claws in and without mercy ripped away at them ever so slowly. When they were finally dead after he tortured them, he licked his claws clean before he drew them back into his skin, letting the skin close up after they were fully withdrawn and he began to put his face down into the bloody mess he had made out of the two people in the forest. He figured that they should have been taught to watch their backs if they go out into the wild, you never know what kind of monsters are out there. Thinking about it, he burst out into laughter, his distinct laugh echoing through the trees around him. That high-pitched evil cackle that sent anything and everything alive that was around him scurrying away in fear. Oh how he loved being him and how he loved listen as everything fell dead silent since everything around him had run away. It was just another victory for the bloody monster. Just another satisfying victory. . .

[The Kondom Faiiry]

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✖✖✖ Ɛʈɑɩɳ ʑɑɓʀɩɳɑ ακͼͼηα

Terranova Minerva Genisis, the Little creator.
Just because I don't speak lies...
Doesn't mean I tell the entire truth

She watched the girl disappear into the tree itself, but this was nothing new to her. She has seen the little magick trick since she was five. Coming to the forest to trade with the people, while they were on their way to the solar planes to the annual market. Etain has been taught by her mother, about all the cultures of the Great land that held all their homes and cities. The girl's voice traveled out of the opening in which she stood, inviting them into the sacred Hollowed place. Etain watched as the entrance showed itself to her, an archway, just big enough to fit her. It looked as if the the wood withered and breathed, welcoming her into it's body. She swung her foot over Samhail's large back, and slid off his tall muscled body. Her sandals hit the ground with a soft thump on the plush green grass.

She tossed her curls away from her face, but the fell right back into place framing her pretty face. She looked down at her ruffled robe, wishing she was wearing her riding outfit, but this showed her class and that she was here on buisness. She smoothed her short robe, her fingers lightly pass over her dagger on her thigh. She took a sure step toward the arch. Taking a deep breathe before passing the through, she tried to remeber how it felt all the times before, but she never could get use to the feeling. It felts as if a force brushed her heart, taking all her breath out of her lungs, making her heart pump slow, so everything seem to slow down. A swirl of green and browns passed infront of her eyes, and it felt as if she was falling. Every small hair stood at attention on her arms, rising goose flesh on her shoulders and a shiver downher back. The hum of life around her amazed her, the question always posed in her mind, 'How can something so ancient of such a large life force.'

It felt like enternity, beofre her lungs filled with moist cool hair, and her feet found the soil of the floor inside the tree. She saw the willowy girl standing beside two Hollow Guards, their features were unusually familar, Thier mismatched eyes penetrated her memories like a knife through flesh. They didn't look as old as they were, the Twin guards that she has seen ever since the first year she came with Saiama to ask for shelter in exchange for goods. Her emerald orbs stared back at the twin brothers, as she neared. Raising her right hand in an arch from her heart to her hip, the greeting of her people in a formal situation. Her toney voice echoed in the hall in which they stood. " Greetings from Lasiam."

[Sinnful Shady]

• The Angel of Life and Death •
"Its best not to fight the cycle of life and death but do not fret little one I shall help you."
It smells like death and suffering. The smell of blood was so vivid one would question if it was actually a dream. The red silk sheets shifted lightly at the sound of another agonized scream. The suffering of men and women slowly started to grow louder and louder like an alarm clock from hell. A pale foot broke free from the cascading layers of blood red sheets as a male slowly started to emerge from the covers. His body seemed to follow silent commands with his eyes still peacefully shut. Koli one of the two remained 'true' god children rose from his bed.
His shimmering lightening blue eyes open the dim lit bed room to observe his surroundings. The screams seem to silence but the smell of blood didn't fade. This was the death prince's favorite smell fresh blood he found it...peaceful. He walked over to a small vent in his floor that led down to the dark dank torture chamber. He took a deep breath taking in the scent of suffering. Once he had his fill of the smell he moved to the water chamber bathing himself. Normally princes would have servants to wait on them hand and foot but that was never Koli's cup of tea. His sister seemed to be involved in the royal life while Koli enjoyed the simple things.
Koli relaxed into the tub his blonde hair clinging to his face as he relaxed. His eyes slowly started to settle again as he drew closer to returning to his slumber but this was interrupted by a knocking on the thick wooden door. The male fled the tub releasing a quick pulse of electricity that dried and heated his body. He opened the door not bothering with clothes yet knowing it was a servant alerting him of breakfast. Koli's piercing gaze scanned the servant causing them to tremble in fear. It was not wise to anger Koli everyone seemed to know the possibility of being tortured to death and those who didn't know quickly did.
“breakfast sir” Koli simply nodded “Fetch my sister she shall be joining me for breakfast.” His voice was disappointing normal for those who had heard stories of those unfortunate enough to get on his bad side. There was nothing spectacular or special about Koli he looked like your average male everything but his godly eyes. His eyes held a destructive beauty that would sway sirens. This was one of the reasons servants didn't look him in the eyes they feared what he would do to them if they fell victim to his charm.
Before the servant had a chance to answer the door was slammed shut once again concealing the last child prince. He moved to his closet deciding on what to wear today. He decided on a dark blue robe with gold trim. Underneath he wore matching pants and a light shirt under in case he needed to get his hands dirty. Now fully dressed Koli exited his room and started to walk towards the dining hall. He expect to see his sister there or at least yelling at someone if she wasn't already out of her room. Upon arriving Koli took his rightful seat and rested his hands in his lap.
A servant arrived and poured a glass of crimson liquid into his glass. Koli slowly took the glass feeling how cool it was. His head jerked just slightly barely noticeable but already the young man was shaking. Koli's eyes grew bright only for an instant before there was a loud crashing noise. Glass and blood splattered everywhere as the servant boy dropped the tray and fell to his knees. The boy twitch violently as Koli sent violent pulses of electricity into his body. The servant boy started to weep loudly in pain as Koli sat back and started to drink his now heated blood.
|| KOLI | ASH | CUCULLATI ||

[[sorry about the crap post this is my first time rping in a long time.]]

[AlbeltheWicked24]

I am a Daemon

He smirked rather widely as he sat down beside his mess. It was fun ripping those people apart. He didn’t know where they had come from or where they were going, but he had murdered them so that was that. They were some of his first prey in a log while seeing as he was attempting to lay low and hadn’t wanted to draw attention, but he was too excited so he took it upon himself to do what he could to be found. He was just waiting for someone to come out and check for their brethren when they never reached their destination. He wanted someone to come out and come at him, thinking they’d win because their brethren were unarmed when he slaughtered them because that would be even more fun. A fight and then torture was nothing but pure enjoyment for him. Those who were fighters always had attitude, always had spunk and no matter what the odds were they always wanted to try their luck and see if they could defeat him in battle. It was always entertaining.

“What do you think they’ll try first?” He asked the head he held in his lap. It had been detached after he tortured the body and drained the blood. He was holding it in his lap now because he had rather enjoyed the way this one’s face looked as he killed him. “I know you must have some kind of idea.” He said, looking down at it with a smile as he went on, “To afraid to speak? Oh, too bad. . . I’d kill you, but you’re already dead, aren’t you?” He lifted the face of the severed head to his and he laughed. His distinct laugh made whatever hadn’t left when he laughed before, run for their lives. He smiled as he stared into the dead man’s eyes. His fangs were fully exposed as he did so, his toothy grin making him look even more like a monster than just himself with red eyes being covered in blood did. He truly was, especially in this pose with the blood and the fangs looking like the most terrible monster.

“How about a little bet? That is, after I finish off those two.” He said with a smile as he put the head down on the spot near where he was sitting as he slowly got up and looked at the two warriors that stood there before him with a dumbfounded look on their faces. He smiled deviously as he slowly rose, moving smoothly and with a rather seductive look to him. The men seemed too stunned to move, but one forced himself to, which was a very bad mistake. Keiran moved so fast his image seemed stained in one place for a while before he appeared seconds later with his hand through the man’s stomach. The other man was about to charge at him when darkness came up from the ground and tied the man to a nearby tree. Keiran smiled, looking at the man tied to the tree he said, “I want you to watch your ally die. . .and then I want you to get out of here and report all you’ve seen to your superior.” He then laughed with his high-pitched cackle. He then pulled his bloody hand from the man’s gut and started to torture him. The man screamed with pain ever so loudly, and as he did Keiran laughed. The other man watched in horror. What in the world was this thing, he thought as he watched Keiran rip his ally to shreds and then take his blood into his mouth as if it were water.

“Now you’ve seen. . . now you must tell and so that I can find you later. . .” Keiran said, getting up and walking over to the man. He came close to him and then with his bloody hand touched his face. “You are my prey. After you report to whomever it is you’ve pledged allegiance to, I shall find you and I will devour you next. Take the time you have to say goodbye to anyone you love and care about. . . unless you want to be eaten now.” He watched as the man shivered. Keiran licked his lips and then his hand before he let the darkness retreat, dropping the man to the ground. He then bent over, unsheathing his claws. “I will mark you, so I may find you. . . remember that too, for you death will happen soon enough.” He then took his claws and carved what looked like a horn onto the man’s hand before he shoved him away and went back to the new dead body. He dragged it over to the other bodies before he went back to his seat, picking up the head again, placing it into his lap as be began to lick his other hand, he said, “About that bet. . . what do you bet that they’ll first warn everyone, then have the forest evacuated before they send a team after me. . ?” He pretended to wait and then receive an answer before he laughed again. He seemed to be enjoying himself a little too much.

“I can’t wait to see what they send for me. Send your greatest warriors, your smartest men. Send them all and each one I’ll take down again and again. After they’re dead they’re my food and my company. Make me stronger, send them for me. Oh how I can’t wait to see whose next in line, who’s next to play with me.” He laughed, throwing the head to the other dead bodies he laughed hysterically, letting his head fall back, his mouth aim towards the sky as he let his vicious cackle, that legendary death-bringing cry reach out to the heavens. He was having the time of his life here, killing these people without a second thought and without another daemon breathing down his neck, telling him to stop or telling him not to. Perhaps when he got back he would brag of his killings. He would enjoy it so very much, seeing the others as he bragged about how many humans he had slain in the name of their lord.

[The Kondom Faiiry]

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✖✖✖ Ɖɑɴǔɩɖɑ ʝɇɲɳɑɤɨɤɨɘ ɢɘɳɨʂɩʂ

The Great Goddess, Creator and Savior of Delancey
“Evil is always possible. Goodness is a difficulty.”

Her bare feet barely grazed the floor beneath them. Her long white hair was loose in its natural waves about her face. Her blue eyes sparkling as she paced the crystal halls of the Genisis Palace. Her small toned body was claded in robes of gray, white, and a light lavender. The fabric criss crossed across her small breasts, leaving her stomache pale and bar, and them came across her lower back and into a long flowing skirt, that nearly hid her small feet. She wrung her hands nervously, as a rather large man came behind her and placed his large smooth palms on her bare shoulders. She turned with a gasp towards the man, her eyes wide, with realization and them embaressment. She took in the strong jaw line, and pronounced lips, with dazzling eyes, of a storm on the sea, swirling green, blue, and gray all tied into one cyclone. They were mesmorizing, surrounded by long hair that looked like the deepest part of ocean. He had broad shoulders and chest, with a slim waist and long muscular legs. "Oh Cerunnos, you frightened me. " She gasped, in her breathy voice. She had to turn her chin up to look into his stormy eyes. She turned to keep pacing her mind racing with what has happened.

Cramulos has already sent his men. They slipped through, while I breached the wards. What will I do. She bit her lip as she continued to ring her hands, her rings glistening off the light above. Her light blue eyes use to be a happy summer's sky blue, but now they hold sadness and worry like a rainy night. She walked over to the bench that sat by the window, it was made of the sofest fur and silk. She collasped gracefully, like a doll who just got their string's cut. She hasn't slept in over a month, insomnia showing just under her eyes. Her Consort King strutted over to her exhausted body. He sat by her bent knees. Placing her his strong hand on her thigh, right above her knees. His deep voice resonated out of his large chest, like waves craching on the rocks. " We will figure this out, if I even have to go destroy Cramulos myself." His voice held determination on and promise of hurt. Back in the glory days, Cerunnos, was a force to be reckoned with. He would cause large typhoons that would clear out a whole village, or end a drought of a straving society. He was either a blessing or and curse.

Like the sea itself he had an attitude that was unpredictable. That is what attracted Danuida to him, and they were lucky that he was the one that the Goddess choose to father their beautiful daughter, there were other choices, ones she wasn't to fond of. She looked from under her arm which was thrown over her face. " Cerunnos, you know I don't like violence, but I fear there is conspiarcy within the kingdom."" You are to kind some times, is it still possible for there to be parol? When will this end?" His voice was as exhausted as hers, loosing sleep over the possiblity of someone they trusted could have done this to their Daughter. It rose bile in to his mouth, just the thought of someone's odasity. His hand convousled around her thigh squeezing it momentarily, but not to hard to hurt her. Just then a tall willowy figure pranced into the room, with it a wave of urgency.

A tall dark skinned woman, made her way over to Danuida. her large oblong almond shaped green eyes was filled with painc. Her tree like limb waved as she spoke, with her light green hair dancing around a long face, causing the petals of the flowers, that seemed to grow from the strands of fine hair, fall. Her voice was quick and high pitched, almost like a whistle. " There is a Daemon in the Forrest of the humans, in close encounters with two of the Children, one of them Terranova. " There was an almost identical look in the parents eyes. As they jumped to there feet, and almost ran to the Oracle's glass. The Forest Nymph following them at their heels.

The water in the looking glass was that of fresh and old blood, the image was of a dark haired man, with large black claws. Talking to a severed head. Raged filled Cerunnos' stormy eyes and sickness and dread made Danuida turn her back to the image. The man in the bowl was one that helped torture her when she was in Crammulos' clutches, a shudder went down her back and tears swelled in her large blue eyes. They burned her cheeks as they slid down escaping her eyelashes against her will. ' That b*****d! '

[NeoZane]

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✖✖✖ κɑɩɳ ♘ Exeion
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Kaidion Hazeion,Guardian of Fildais'daughter.

the only sin is not completing yourself

walking along behind the two women feeling the need to keep an eye on them both. it only briefly crossed his mind that they where both very beautiful. it was easy to tell they came from the gods blood. although he thought it was funny that she was taking him to human elders. having lived amongst the gods kind of made this trip much less exciting. the where only human. human could only be so wise in his opinion. he was hoping they would tell her to go with him then he wouldn't have to convince her. or have to force her... although he didn't see the reason anybody wouldn't take a free invitation to the city of the gods. he shakes his head in silent protest to the strange ways of human logic.

she seemed to e leading hem to a very large tree. a willow to be exact. following her up to the entrance a barrier of sorts in the entrance. he was familiar with such energy but he could never really tell one from the next. he had no idea what would be in store for him on the other side. for all he knew it could cause him to change into his lycan form. raising an eyebrow it it having barely realized that she walked in until her dismembered head poked out inviting them in. shaking the odd image from his mind he waits until the woman smelling of amber to enter. her aura was warm and had an odd allure but also made him wish to step away from her. after her he waited a moment skeptical of the whole thing. stepping forward into it he felt strong resistance like it didn't want him to enter. it knew that he had violent intent but he wasn't going to hurt the forest. barely letting him though. one completely on the other side he looks back at it the forward to the two twins and the daughters of the gods.

it felt better in here. it was cooler and more moist. this would be a grand place for him to do battle with anyone. he felt comfortable. stepping forward his chest rising as he takes in a deep breath releasing it slowly his eyes playing over the twins then the two women. he stuck out worse than a sore thumb. he was not pale his skins pigment was in fact a whitish with a slight blue to it with pure white hair. a strange cold surrounded him at all times. and he was dressed vastly different from all the others hed seen. not even wearing a top. thick gauntlets all the way to his elbows. a spiked collar wrapped around his neck the black a strong contrast from his skin. next thing down from the collar was black leather pants draping down from his legs with black leather boot on his feet a well polished steel cup on the outside covering the toes. everybody also seemed to favor bows and daggers and he stood before them with a sword heavier than all four of their weaponry combine. all of this exclude what lies beneath. he was able to control water in the for of ice, he was a lycan, and he ha dominating frost nymph features. he barely passed for human.

all of this amused him slightly the smallest of smiles curling on his lips. while he wait so see these so called elders so they can pass some form of judgment. looking at Katin to see if he could tell what was going on from her or if he was simply going to have to wait in this room with the twins and the warm amber scented woman. he knew she was one of the other children but he didn't catch her name. it was slightly frustrating to him. although it struck him that she would most likely have to introduce herself to the elders. then he would know.

[Candi_Demon]

• Princess of Flesh and Air •

⌊⌊ A S T R I D ⊥ W I L L O W ⊥ C R A M U L O S ⊥ M E A V E ⊥ C U C U L L A T I ⌋⌋

XXX The person that had to wake up Astrid Willow Cramulos Meave Cucullati, also knows as The Princess of Flesh and Air was a un-lucky person in deed.. You see, Astrid was not a early riser; she liked to sleep in. Actually, she liked to sleep away the day and stay up all night. The night called to her, calling her sweet names and taunting her with the cruelest of tortures; showing her something she could never have.. That little subject is reserved for a later date.. Now, back to the peasant that has the unlucky luxury of waking up little Miss Cucullati. The person had to migrate through a large marble doorway that had a few thick curtains hanging from the ceiling. The curtains were black thick, heavy and took two people to hold up one side. Past the thick curtains were thin sheets of crimson silk. Each was nearly see through, but piled the way they were, you could not see anything but light; and if you stopped.. you just might get lost in all the fabric. Once through all the thick fabric and through the silk, you would be gobsmacked by the beauty of the room. A ceiling so high that it did not look like their was a ceiling. Walls that looked like the room was carved from the ground its self. Even though they looked bright, shinning and perfect.. They were sharp, jagged and would slice through anything put against them; even it was barely touching the wall. In the middle of a room was a huge bed, bigger then two kind size beds put together. It was round and looked like it was made for a god.. Which.. it was.. Cascading down from the ceiling, was lengths and lengths of sheer coal-black cloth swirling down and piling in large mounds around the bed. The bed was not just a large piece of cushion. It was thousands of different sized pillows. Large, small and medium; all where either a black darker then night or crimson that was brighter then blood. Each was stark against the one next to it. Light gray fur coverlet were here and there. In the very center of the bed was a bundle of blankets so large it looked more like a giant was sleeping there instead of a woman.
(( yes.. zeik.. i remembered the old rp and used your idea! ^.^ ))
Nothing else was in the room, there was need for anything else. There were plenty shower chambers in the castle, why would she need one in her room.. Also, she has another room just down the hall, full of different kinds of clothing made from very different kind of cloth. Some of which can only be found in Delancey.

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The bundle in the middle bed roared to life when a small woman softly called out to wake the being under the ball.. The ball suddenly flew up and to the side, missing the woman by merely a centimeter, moving so quickly the only thing that was seen, heard or felt; was a gust of wind blowing her hair to the side. A raspy voice echoed through the darkness.. 'you know not to wake me'.. the woman was trembling at the sheer hatred in the voice that was floating around the room, the woman voice was creaking as she said "Koli was awaiting your presence in the dinning hall" Then.. she turned and ran.. The curtains blew open as the woman ran past them, then slammed shut; looking as if they were never touched. Slowly something grew bigger and bigger in the middle of the large cushioned bed. That being.. was Astrid Willow Cramulos Meave Cucullati, and today.. was not going to be a good day for anyone in Delancey. Slowly, she crawled from the cushions, her gown catching along every large cushion she crawled over. Soon enough, the curtain parted to reveal the unmistakable goddess Astrid. Flaming crimson hair cascaded in waves from the top of her head down her shoulders, nearly hitting her mid-back. Lighting blue eyes were slowly shown as her eye lids slowly opened. Eyes darting around the room, knowing nothing was there, she just liked to see everything.. What was the point of having eyes if one didn't use them? Pale feet dropped to the floor, the floor length gown-like nightie dropped down long pale legs and hitting the floor, balling around her feet like the curtain around the bed did. Slowly, she stretched a low giggling noise rolled through her.. It was a soft noise and it defiantly was nothing like one would assume it was.. It rolled through her chest, rattling here and there.. Mixing with her mind.. with the sickness that resting inside of it.. making it evil and sadistic sounding. A giggle that would send even the toughest of men down crying mommy. Smiling a evil little grin, she slowly walked out the room. Each step was soft, making no noise at all.. When one can control air, one never has to touch the ground. Unless.. she wanted too.. and Astrid did not want to touch the ground..

Moving through the halls, Astrid walked in the middle of it. If anyone had to move down the hall, they would plaster their selves against the wall.. If someone was in her way.. well.. Lets just say.. tend to not be seen again.. After enough people go missing.. everyone learns. As she entered the dinning hall, she took in the sight of the large room. The walls were almost like water trapped forever flowing through the walls. The table was set in its usual manner, gold trimmings and way to many plates and utensils. Spotting her brother, her faltered, dark blue robs with gold trimming..

"Oh Brother, you almost match the decor."

Astrids voice rose and fell in a sing -songy manner, some times light, sometimes deep. Yet, the entire time.. it was haunting and would send shivers through any one that was not godly enough to hear it.. her steps quickened enough to walk to his side a little sooner. Leaning and kissing her dear brother on the forehead before taking her place on the left side of him. Ankles crossing, her hands in her lap.. Today.. She would be sadistic.. in a lady-like way.. How that was possible? Who knew.. but this little goddess could pull it off.

( the dress she is wearing is the one in the picture, it is floor length ))

'I am Astrid Willow Cramulos Meave Cucullat, and those who would defy and destroy me are destined to pay a terrible price–for I am truly my father’s daughter. To protect what is mine, I will sacrifice anything–even if it means waging a great battle against my darkest enemies and making the most momentous decision ever made as the princess of Delancey'

[Sinnful Shady]

• The Angel of Life and Death •
"Its best not to fight the cycle of life and death but do not fret little one I shall help you."
Koli sipped from the golden trim glass with a small smile. His right hand hanging lazily in the air while they other held the glass to his lips. His thin long tongue slithered free to cleaning his lips of the excess blood. His eye lids lifted once again revealing the shimmering blue eyes. The piercing gaze slowly turned to the man on his knees. “Tired already?” Koli's soft voice rolled from behind his lips effortlessly. He had an angel's voice when he wanted to which went perfect with his beautiful eyes. The man was weeping silently blood trailing from his mouth. Koli had told the man to stop screaming or he would slowly rip the man's tongue out this resulted in the man biting his own tongue. There was nothing like suffering in the morning to Koli.
He jerked his right hand and the man lifted up again. A unwilling puppet to a cruel master. Ever motion Koli made with his hand effected the man twisting him in unnatural fashions. A dark chuckle escaped as the man groaned in an attempt to silence his screams and then POP The man's arms fell limp as the rest of his body convulsed in frantic motions. His arm was bent reverse at the elbow the bone jutting from the flesh. “do not weep" Koli's soft loving voice came forth again “this is natural your doing a good thing. You must die to bring new life, the cycle must continue. The man looked at Koli confused and afraid. The truth was Koli was bored with his new toy. His hand lifted again bringing the man-puppet to life.
The man shook in pain starting to beg and apologize to Koli “shhh” was the only response he receive. POP, POP, POP each limb broken and shattered but there was silence. Not a scream came from the man but this was not of his own will. Koli held the broken man's tongue in his hand, fist lodged inside the man's mouth. “sleep well” Koli said before he broke the man's neck and he fell limp. A soft tearing sound echoed before Koli sat back down. He set the small pink prize on his plate and examined his hand. His pale flesh was tinted red with the man's blood. He began to lick free the blood from his hand before he heard his sister's voice comment on his apparel.
He stood and walked to her with a warm smile “My sister, beautiful as always. Now please come sit and eat we've much to discuss.” He pulled her into a quick hug squeezing her lightly before pulling her chair back and scooting her in. He looked at the pile of flesh, bone and blood then at his sister “I've sent for an oracle to come see for us. I suspected you wanted to be part of my plans correct? Since we cannot kill them ourselves we shall have them assassinated. While speaking Koli was slowly roasting the tongue over a candle on the table. He looked at the meat with great boredom before he head the shuffling of feet from the hallway. “ah this must be her”
Guards were first to enter the dinning hall acknowledging the God children in the proper manor before allowing a small woman to enter the room. The walked slowly and without sound her face covered by her large black cloak that resembled a storm cloud. Koli smiled thinking that a strong enough wind would easily blow here away. He kept the thought to himself but waiting for the woman to approach and bow before he inclined his head ever so slightly. The woman looked at the twins back and forth before pulling her hood down. Half her face was skeletal the result of dabbling in arts as dark as this. Koli opened his mouth to speak and before he could ask his question the woman spoke “yes I have everything needed.”
Koli nodded knowing this woman was extremely skilled in the darkest of arts. She lifted one of the glasses from the table looking into “this will do” he scratch voice escaped her thin and bony lip. She blew lightly and the glass quickly filled with a red mist that swirled and spun with a dark energy. A bony finger rose and circled the rim of the glass as the woman stared into it. After a few moments she looked up at the twins her eyes as blank as a starless night sky. “Terranova Genesis daughter of Cerunnos lives in the land of Iasiam.” She was silent once again “Kaco Patez daughter of Fildais lives in the eternal forest.” She took another deep breath sucking the red mist back into her body. Her eyes returned to a normal hue as she lifted her hood again “you shall return when you sense the other two Koli's voice was a bit tense, eliminating them all at once wasn't seeming like an option. He looked to his sister searching her face for a few moments “Shall we send the daemons?
|| KOLI | ASH | CUCULLATI ||

[AlbeltheWicked24]

I am a Daemon

He smiled as he sat there, waiting ever so patiently. Hopefully that man was back at that city by now, hopefully he had caught someone’s attention with his noise or even the smell of blood. He hoped that someone soon enough would come after him. He didn’t care who it was. The humans, the gods, the guardians, even the children themselves! He didn’t care as long as he got something out of this. His only objective in killing, besides his own enjoyment, was to draw out those foolish enough to come and also the children his master wanted. He wanted to please his mater, no matter what.

“I wonder if my lord knows I’m gone.” He suddenly said, looking up. He shrugged and got up, stretching as he allowed his scales to surface before hiding again. He let his claws extend and then draw back in too, same with his horns and spikes all over his body. He was doing his best to keep himself occupied while he waited, though he was getting rather impatient. He looked down at the dead bodies and picked up one of the arms he had torn off. He was getting bored, so he started to pull the fingers off of the hand, listen to the flesh as it ripped, as the bones detached. He laughed a little bit, but it was not so entertaining with the person who owned the arm dead. He needed another living toy.

“That messenger’s taking too long. . .” He said, whining as he threw the arm onto the ground with the fingers. He laid down on the ground for a moment, looking up yet again before he forced himself into a sitting position and said, “I guess I’ll have to go myself.” Following that statement he jumped to his feet and then turned and started walking. He knew not what town lay ahead, but whatever town was ahead was the one his slow messenger was going to. He smiled a bit to himself as he walked, thinking about what could happen upon his arrival. This thinking caused him to lose control and his tail appeared, whipped around a bit and then he hid it away with what little concentration he could gather to do so. He was excited and over what? He was excited over the thought of more battle. Those who knew him would say it was too typical of him to get so excited over even the smallest fight where the enemy had such little strength it came into question why a fight was even picked between him and the idiot, but Keiran was Keiran.

“I wonder who will be waiting for me.” He said happily with a giggle. He almost felt like he was walking with light, happy steps as he went in the direction of the human town, though he seemed to be the only one happy. Why? It was because as he moved along the path, things that lived there would run away from him. It seemed that they could all feel his presence, and in fear ran off to hide until it was gone. He cracked a toothy smile as he walked along the path, watching the furry things run away. It was just part of the entertainment. “How many up ahead?” He asked himself as he nearly skipped along. The city was coming into sight. How did he know? There were guards and also he could smell the mass of humans before him.

“It’s time. . .” He said before he cackled, startling the guards at the gate. He didn’t’ know who they were but soon they wouldn’t be anything more than toys for him, so what did he care? Honestly, what did he even care? He smiled as he got close enough, laughing a bit, filled with excitement suddenly. There was a village full of humans behind them and he had made it. Now it was time to play! He was so excited especially because he smelled scents that weren’t exactly human behind them too. These were probably the god’s children or their guardians and he, honestly, could not wait to meet them.

[Candi_Demon]

XXXX Katin had a smile on her face as her eyes glided over the woman from the desert and then the frost nymph. The desert woman was doing an odd thing with her arm... Then,she realized it was the formal greeting from Lasiam. She bowed her head in respect; only the higher power people in Lasiam knew the formal greetings.. So. this woman was not a street rat like Katin assumed. She then took in their appearances, she had not done that before. Only knowing to take intruders to the elders; or killing them. This little warrior never let anyone live if they cannot pace The Way. The woman.. she was wearing almost as many blades as Katin, with crimson robes. She almost looked.. naked.. The male... he looked the oddest of them both. Wearing leather pants, thick boots gauntlets and a leather choker.. No shirt.. That was the odd thing.. wasn't he a bit chilly? Katins faltered as felt a shiver run up her spin. Turing to the twins wondering if they felt it too, both sets of eyes moved to hers as she looked at them. They hadn't felt it, but they did notice her looking so they looked back.. They then nodded to her before turning back to the two.

XXXX "Let hurry to the elders, they are growing restless. "

XXXX Katins deep earthy tone echoed off the high walls and made it sound more dooming then it really was. Turning on her heel and moving down the hall. Her bare feet still making no noise as she moved through the Hollow. It was as if she was just a ghost floating across the floor. She took them through different halls, taking turns here and there. going up stairs and downstairs. It seemed that she was going in circles, but in fact.. she knew exactly what she was doing. Going around and around to confuse the two, going through the maze like halls until it seemed that she was completely lost.. Then, passing through a double doors, the doors looked more like old roots intertwined into a design that could not be matched by anything on the planet. These two doors that opened inwardly were the only ones like this and will be the only ones like this. For the magic that made it is long dead. She pushed both doors open with ease, they creaked and moaned as they slowly slid open. They looked heavy and were, but when one of natures touch them, they open easily. The room they entered was huge and looked as if it had a open ceiling. It did not, the roof was just so high with many windows to give it that affect. The natural beauty of the room was almost to much to bear. The room was large, the walls on each side were cascaded in darkness. The only thing that could be seen in the shinning light is the raised dais on the other side of the room. It was almost three feet higher then the rest of the room and was at least fourteen feet long. On top of the dais were seven large cushions equally separated across the dais; one in the middle and three on each side. There was seven Elders and they were all.. well elder. Each was the oldest and the wisest in the forest. Seven so there was never a tie between votes, if their was the seventh and middle person's vote will decided the fate of what ever decision they were voting on. All seven elders were also male; proving that The Eternal Forest was male dominant. Slowly, Katin made her way to the dais, stopping almost ten feet away from it, kneeling and moving her arm int he formal greeting for her people and staying there. Her head was tilted downwards, she had great respect for these people. They were the ones that let her stay in this magical kingdom and she will forever be in debt to the them. She knelt there for good thirty seconds before the shuffling of feet was heard. Each Elder entered and sat in their appropriate spot, legs crossing hands on knees; before even looking down at Katin. The Elder in the middle spoke, his voice full of power and age, it crackled here and there but it still held that deep throated sound it had when he was young.

XXXX "Greeting, Katin Indeago Tentune daugther of Jamerson Tentune.."

XXXX "Etain Zabrina Akeena daughter of the Siama of Lasiam" A almost high-pitched voice chimed in from the second to the left.

XXXX "Kain Exeion" A low rumbling voice from the right side.

XXXX "Welcome to the Eternal Forest." All seven elders spoke at once. It was like a chorus of angels singing when they did this. The highs and lows were marvelous ringing in her ears, it made a smile grace her lips as she opened her eyes and slowly stood up, dropping her arms beside her.

XXXX "Greetings, Elders of The Hollow. I have brought you intruders of our.. "

XXXX "Not intruders, guardian.. and scout.."

XXXX The smile that was on Katins face fell, guardian? scout? She understood scout. the woman looked like she was to far from home. But.. guardian? Who was he supposed to be guarding? As if they read her mind, they all spoke at once.

XXXX "First, you will arrange a ceremony and passage way for Etain Zabrina Akeena's people. "

XXXX "They will arrive two moons from now.. " Chimed in a the second to the rights.

XXXX "Second, You will travel with Kain Exeion to his destination, and you will not fail."

XXXX "But.."

XXXX "You will do as we have decreed!"

XXXX Anger slashed across their faces, and it sent shivers down her spine. Never before has she made them angry.. so why now? Why did they act this way towards her? She bowed again, this time, making the movements long and slow before turning on her heel and storming out of the room. The large roots crafted door slammed open with her anger. she had not done this on purpose; but things like this happen when her anger gets the best of her.. She knew the elders knew what they were doing. She knew they would not do anything to harm her.. but why send her away? This was her home.. the only place she knew.. She was its protector, why would they send their best female warrior away? What if something happened while she was away? She would never forgive herself if something happened to her people while she was off doing what ever this.. Kain.. was going to take her.. she did not like this.. she did not like it one bit.. Storming past the Twins, she pushed herself through The way. For a second, it held her there.. Not letting her free. the coolness washing through her. It calmed her and washed away her anger.. On the other side.. she was.. normal again. A smile on her face. This was something she loved about the forest and its magic. It knew how to make her smile.. not matter what is happening. She heard the trees ruffle and a soft wind blowing her to the side. She pushed against it and it blew harder, so.. she followed it.. Moving around trees to spot.. A blood covered man.. this was no man.. This was evil incarnate.. Her hands moved to her bow before she could even think about it, pulling out a arrow and aiming. Her stance, perfect. Back straight, legs straight, string pulled so far back it would snap if she pulled any harder. Aiming with her right hand, and holding the arrow with her left, she closed her left eye and aimed the bow slightly upwards then let the string fling from her hands. Sending the arrow soaring through the sky; leaves and branches moved out of the way of the shooting arrow and moved back once it was past. This, concealed her position for a few moments longer as she waited to hear the thunk of the bow sticking the deamon in its chest.

[DONE]

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