.:R o s e s and B l o o d:.a time of war.: accepting for BHC

[Dragonfly_Kida]

--{c Laryn Toruk --{c
Qui mortem invitavis
Poena funesta natus
Noli nome vocare
Ille iterum veniet

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Laryn couldn't help but flinch as his guardian mentioned who had donated the blood. He supposed that it was better than from someone unwilling or it synthesized and made out of chemicals. Still, he had to get used to it since he probably wouldn't have any other choice. The elf observed all the scars on the other man. Curiosity made him want to skitter close and inspect the raised tissue.
However, he was sure that Aswad would rather bite him.
His molten gold eyes watched the other as the werewolf reacted to the flora. Slowly, a true smile spread across his face as the man dipped into his natural instincts. His own eyes slid closed and he breathed in the familiar smells of the forest that he had grown up in. He missed the trees and right now, he itched for the sun on his face. Although, now he'd just burn up and die.
Maybe that wasn't so bad.
A grin spread across his face as his power was complimented. Like usual, a light blush dusted across his cheeks and he ducked his head. Normally he'd say thank you and smile happily, but his current one was enough. The flowers filled out just a bit more and then settled with a happy sigh. Once again, the entire room was green. The floor was thick with moss and spongey.
He looked up through his silver hair at Aswad and noticed the man's eyebrow raise. Quickly, he looked down. Had he asked too much of the man? Laryn folded his hands and ran one thumb over the other repeatedly. The fledgling nodded numbly at the man's first answer. He never liked forming new weapons - he had to get used to different weights and shape. However, if he had to, he would. He didn't want to go back to the place where Genki had Turned him.
His weapons were horribly out of date anyways. Perhaps he needed to upgrade. He more than likely needed to if he wanted to get into a fair fight with that damn Vampyre that had gotten into the fight with Genki. He listened to the answers and was quiet. As he was about to say something else, the werewolf spoke again.
The elf bit his lower lip and he looked up at the man. Slowly, he nodded and ran his fingers through his hair to get the long tendrils out of his face.
"I-I would like that . . . thank you," he said softly. He fidgeted a little like he used to when he was a kid. ". . . Uh. I remember seeing Snow standing around the cafeteria with his eyes half closed," he said and hesitated again, "Genki mentioned that he fed off energy . . . I-I-I know that you're not a Vampyre and you probably don't know much about th-us . . . but I was wondering if you knew how w-we fed that way?"
If anything, the man could have someone look it up and then relay it to him. The entire time he had been talking, his thumb never ceased running over the other. Had he asked too much of the man this time? Maybe he was being annoying. He should shut up. Genki wasn't here anymore to protect him. He was on his own.
Maybe Damian would be able to take over as his Sire.

[Caseopaya]

"I'm the lie. Living for you... so you can hide."

And so the play had ended.
Vesper was doing her best to keep the lies stitched together but pieces had already begun to shatter and break apart at the seams, revealing the locks beneath. If those parts of the story weren't real, the whole thing wasn't real. The sudden powerful shake that Snow gave Caden also caught her off guard, causing practically the whole charade to go to ruin. The abrupt movement caused Caden's hands to leave his face, revealing that he wasn't crying when he should have been. Instantly, his eyes snapped closed. Maybe the man glaring down at him hadn't seen the flicker of gold that had crossed their surface.

The cat was out of the bag. Caden had gone completely silent for a moment before letting out a sigh. The game was up, and Vesper allowed the fabricated biography of Caden to dissipate from her mind, disclosing just how much pressure her head was in the midst of dealing with. The little threat of ripping her mind to shreds caused a small smile to appear on Caden's lips. He opened his eyes to reveal, not her own, but Snow's crimson ones, staring him down.

"As if you could."

The tone was almost challenging. She was toying with him on purpose for the mere reason that he had a rather irritating disposition, and he had the audacious luck to catch her on an off-day. The color was not held steady for that long. Caden winced before his entire form seemed to twist into smoke and flickering static, like bad signal on the television.
Vesper's mind was practically splitting itself into shreds without any help from Snow. Any longer in this form and he wouldn't have the need to pass that threat. The intense strain of this essence had reached it's limit a few minutes ago.

An odd, distorted hum filled the air. Usually Vesper would shapeshift silently, but returning to her original form was always unwanted, and therefore prolonged to the fullest extent, making the shift itself rather discordant. Through the static mass, Caden's small hand reached up to grasp the icy wrist of Snow where he had a grip on his neck. It's not like Vesper was too worried about being strangled, but when she shifted, his hand would be a little too close for comfort to the scar behind her left ear. Excessive curiosity on personal matters wasn't something she wanted to handle right now. It wasn't a graceless struggle, merely a steady pull. The child's fingers lengthened into a more effeminate semblance along with the nails that began to sink slowly into the ivory flesh of the vampire in warning as other features began to change.

Vesper was now at her normal height, which had always been too short for her taste. The healthy flush of Caden's skin had drastically lightened to a milky alabaster and her lips now shared a shade of pale lavender to match her short pixie-cut hair. In her black tank top and jeans, Vesper felt her permanent scars take form beneath fabric and beneath her now pointed ears. Two blanched horns extended themselves from the top of her skull and spun downward, finding their place on the sides of her head. The honeyed gold of the large bell around her neck gave a gentle chime as she glared with eyes to match the metal.

Her head hurt like hell. No longer having to withstand the strain of maintaining a false shape with all this mental mayhem did relieve some of the psychological affliction but it had done some harm to security. The locks and barriers in her mind were visible to telepathics, though she had never come across one who had been able to break through one of them. Currently, they were all still in place, but a bit shaken up from all the excitement. They had limits too, and if worst came to worse, she would end up releasing the locks on less valuable information to strengthen the ones that were a priority. It's true, she had no idea what Snow would be looking for, but in the short time that they'd been acquainted, it was easy to see he had a very persistent and annoying curiosity. It was uncertain as to whether he was one to take up a challenge for the hell of it. Vesper still couldn't bring herself to read his mind at all, for protecting information was her liability at the moment and she didn't wish to jeopardize that by creating an possible opening in creating that link between his mind and her's. If he was able to realize this, she didn't know.

What she did know is that her situation sucked.
Twinges of hatred and frustration were leaking through the threads of her mind. They weren't all necessarily directed towards the man in front of her, but more towards herself. Not as a sense of blame, but more a sense of loathing her very form.

Her voice was an extraordinary set of ghostly multitones.
"I do hope you're through being nosy."

[Zakiax]

Storm

"If it means returning to my Prince, then yes the princess will fight," Storm growled back at Vix. By time all this is over I hope that I will be far away from here...I hope, god I hope I can shift in time the halfling thought to himself. “I do not in one ounce of my being consider that man my father,” Storm growled back barely dodging the man’s fist, it was the electrified chain which hit him square across his right collar bone. Electricity surged through his body, nearly causing his knees to buckle under him. Ice coated the chains, mainly in attempt to protect him against anymore electrical surges from.

His right arm twitched from the effects of the electricity as his mind focused on keeping himself on his feet. The nerves in his right arm had numbed from the surge, but that didn't stop the pain from his shoulder from reaching him, followed by the scent of blood the chains must have broken through the skin above his collar bone. He tried moving his arm but it failed to listen to his own commands.

Biting his lower lip his mind began to search for other options, but still only one came to mind. He had no fighting abilities, heck he had made it so much of a habit to skip those lessons back at the Rose since he was always consumed behind his computer screens. This wasn't him, none of this was. Storm couldn't give up though, he just wouldn't. He longed to see Laryn again, confirm his believe that the elf was alright. A low frustrated growl escaped the halfling, things were not looking good, not one bit. He couldn't just waste energy, having a feeling that he would need it later.

"Damn it," he hissed, his options were very limited, it was slim to none that his plan would work. And like hell was he going to ask his Father for any help. He found himself believing that he rather die the let that happen.

[Zakiax]

Karina

((I found an epic picture for the shadow demons))

"Neither do I," She purred, "Then again I don't play fair either." One of the shadow demons which had been summoned by her presence stepped away from her, stepping foreword to the ice dragons challenge. Then without warning the shadow creature attacked, a low growl escaping it.

The other stayed by Kelinda's side loving the attention the female was giving it, even though her fingernails seemed to be scratching hard into its hid. Kelinda would not accept the discourse which was happening in the dungeons. Prisoners are meant to be broken and unable to rise up against their holders, yet here the exact opposite was happening.

Though she had to admit not even her mind tricks were able to keep this filthy creature under control, and from her view both Vix and Saava were having trouble containing the halflings spirit. So she Secretly had sent yet another shadow demon to go report these events happening in the dungeons to Lord Azarel. A firm steady sadistic claw would settle this in one swoop.

[Dragonfly_Kida]

You didn't bring me along for my charming personality, did you?
~*~ Saava ~*~

He was used to fighting multiple people. Hell, he had fought an army before and came out on top. Largely thanks to his powers, although that was when he was quite a bit younger. Saava frowned a little at her reply. Seriously. What happened to honor on the battlefield? Oh right, this was an insane area. He just wanted some peace and quiet so he could escape into his mind and his past. His head throbbed and he wasn't exactly a happy camper. He supposed being bitten and nearly drained did that to someone. Damn it, he shouldn't even be fighting right now. Vix had taken enough of his blood to get hyped up and 'bubbly' so he could fight his damn self. Besides, what did he need him for? He was sure that Vix would use his time magic sometime during this fight, which would probably screw him up. He wasn't used to the current time stream being toyed with.
Plus he hated it when that damn Vampyre stole his kills.
The dragon was irritated now as he saw the shadow dog thing attack. It was quick, which only served to irritate him further. Saava waited until almost the last second before his throat got torn out to slide to the side, slashing at the thing. He hissed as his broadsword went right through the dog's side and frowned. Great, just great. ******** fantastic. The thing was made of pure shadows it seemed. He didn't know one tidbit about holy energy or light. (Then again, he wasn't exactly equipped to channel those elements either)
But, this wasn't the first time he was pitted up against a creature that preyed on his weaknesses. Hell, this wasn't even the twentieth time. Honestly, war changed everything, and he'd been in quite a few.
"God damn mutt. You're almost as annoying as the ******** Damned," the dragon snarled.
Well, good for him, he knew how to kill the little suckers, so he figured about the same would work on the beast. However, he wasn't entirely sure if the thing even had a brain, so that was a little different. He wouldn't be able to turn the three pound organ into mush. Still, he preferred the Damned over zombies.
This was going to hurt.
Somewhat thankfully, the creature had made it possible he was next to the wall. So, the dragon reached up and grabbed a torch out of its bracket. His lip curled slightly at his natural weakness, holding it away from him. Heat always made him grumpy, so he was getting more pissed by the second. Saava spun the thing around once in his hand, keeping his eyes on the shadow dog.
Oh yea, this was going to be fun.