Fighting the Darkness Inside (1x1 for Captain and Sam}

[Cat Warrior Sam]

Come back to the dark side, I have nookie.

[Cat Warrior Sam]

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Queen Morgana Vess • • •

[♪♪] ----- back to the b a s i c s

● hello, my name is » Queen Morgana Vess
● also known as » Your Highness or Mistress. {Or Miranda soon}
● I belong to the people of... » I rule the Demonic Kingdom Mirrodin.
● dude or chick? » Full Grown Woman.
● i would prefer » My bed is only served by men.
● blow out the candles » 26 years of age
● my first breath » October 30th

[♪♪] ----- just the w a y i am

● the way i are »
Proud, regal, merciless. Morgana is a stern ruler, following in her mother's image. She keeps her dungeon well filled with damned souls her followers have condemned. Keeping her quota up makes her happy. When she's happy Morgana can be generous and good tempered. Though she has any choice of man in her kingdom, Morgana only has one that she desires to keep her company. He's the only who she sees as worthy of her. As the proud queen of a Matriarchal kingdom, it's very important he be worthy.

● autobiography »

Morgana was born the eldest daughter to the king and queen of Mirrodin. As such she was proclaimed crown princess of the realm. And she was raised with that title in mind. As such a suitable king was needed for breeding the next queen. Morgana's mother set up an arranged marriage with the Queen of Ravnica. The boy that would be Morgana's husband wasn't a pure blood, but Ravnica's queen assure them his father had been a very strong and handsome man. And thus it was decided Morgana would begin to see her young suitor as soon as they were old enough to speak to each other. Of course whether or not she went through with the marriage was up to her.

As with all Princesses of Mirrodin she was raised to believe women were stronger and more suited to rule than men. But he mother also imparted the wisdom that a good male partner was crucial during her reign. Men weren't viewed as useless, simply not as good as women. It was with this mentality Morgana met her future husband Prince Dominic. They were young and didn't exactly understand what being married meant, but they went with it. Over the years they would visit each other in between their royal duties. As Morgana grew she began to appreciate Dominic's company. His company and his body. Morgana saw nothing wrong with enjoying her time with her future husband however they wanted, whether romantic or lustful.

However that time was very precious and short. Once Morgana turned seventeen her mother passed away and she was crowned queen. Dominic had attended her coronation and she hoped he would become her king soon, but knew that he still had some growing to do. So she focused her attention on ruling her kingdom. Thanks to her father's guidance Morgana was quickly accepted as a beloved ruler. Well, as beloved as any demonic ruler would become. She turned down every suitor who came her way. None seemed to match up to Dominic. In her mind there was no doubt he would be her future King.

No doubt until he disappeared. Morgana received word Dominic had left his kingdom, proclaiming something about not being able to live in the underworld anymore. This news enraged Morgana. He was hers and she wasn't going to let him go without a fight. Leaving her kingdom in the hands of her sister Morgana has disguised herself as a human women and is intent and bringing him back.

[♪♪] ----- master c o n t r o l

● whoooaa, listen to the music » Getcha
● what colors of the rainbow? » Indigo &Black
● the puppetmaster » Cat Warrior Sam

[Captain Rosas]

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Demon Prince of Ravnica • • •

[♪♪] ----- back to the b a s i c s

● hello, my name is » Dominic
● also known as » None
● I belong to the people of... » Half-Demon
● dude or chick? » Male
● i would prefer » Straight
● blow out the candles » 25
● my first breath » October 27th

● the way i are » Stoic, strong, powerful, Dominic is a proud warrior. He speaks very little and when he does, it is in very short sentences and fragments. While Dominic doesn't find much to care about or stress about, his attention is currently drawn to humans. While before he was a warrior for discord, chaos, enslavement, and anything for his amusements, he had a change of heart. While he still has a gruff exterior and keeps to himself, he is fiercely loyal to his cause. Not many things can sway him from fulfilling his redeeming crusade to protect the humans and bring the fall of demons. And, although he is usually about business and curt about his goals, he does do things to unwind that can break his stone face into a smile.

● autobiography » Dominic is son of the ruler of Ravnica. His mother, the matriarch, bore him from a human father and is the only one of his siblings that is half-blood. This puts him at odds with this family. By blood, he is first in line to be ruler after this mother passes her crown because he is the oldest. But, by blood, many do not see him worthy as being able to rule the great demon kingdom. From when he was young, his mother taught him everything he needed to know to be king of Ravnica. She believed in him to be the best out of his siblings. She had always said there was something about him that separated him from his brothers and sisters.

From when he was young, he had pushed with Morgana. They grew up together, learned together, and slept with one another after they reached puberty. They were each others comforts before Morgana had to begin her reign. Dominic continued with his training, learning more ways to become a great demon even though he only had access to half of his blood's strength. Strength with a sword helped him along. There were times when he missed Morgana, but as crowned prince he couldn't afford to mope.

And then, a day came when Dominic saw how humans were. He had always seen them under demon thumb, but he had never spent time with humans when they had no worries. He had seen them live, grow, and be happy with no suppressors. He saw that they had enough to worry with the overlord kings they had. He had seen what his mother saw before him. And then, the village was attacked by his kind. They reaped, ravaged, and left it in shambles. His mother couldn't have run away from her duty, but he decided he would. He readied himself and cut ties to the Ravnica house and left. He no longer associated himself with the demons in any way and decided to fight against them. And so began his crusade against the demon kind.

[♪♪] ----- master c o n t r o l

● whoooaa, listen to the music »
● what colors of the rainbow? » Maroon and Dark Orange
● the puppetmaster » Captain Rosas

[Cat Warrior Sam]

Just a Woman Out to Claim What is Her's.

"You were the one I chose with my heart."

Her servants cowered as a table smashed into the wall. "How dare he," she growled under her breath. Morgana was not happy. Not happy at all. And when Morgana wasn't happy, things usually broke. She paced her bed chambers furiously, her mind racing with the news she had just received. Not even dressed for the day and she was already troubled with politics. Normally Morgana would just get dressed and go out to handle whatever troubles had cause her to rise earlier than she meant to. However these politics were personal, very personal.

"Leave me," she commanded her servants. They eagerly hastened to follow her command. Morgana went to her balcony and parted the drapes. Her light scarlet gaze focused on her garden below. He had taken her first kiss in that garden. Had taken her in this very bedroom. He was supposed to be her first, her one, her only. And Morgana was certain he was worthy of her. Worthy of her passion, of her love, of her companionship. Patiently she had waited for him as she ruled over her people. Longing for his touch on long and lonely nights. Craving the relief he would bring her when the stressing of ruling got to her. A strong warrior. A brilliant leader. A caring lover. These qualities her mother told her were the most important in a man and her had them.

So where was he? Running away from his kingdom, from his duties, from her. Why? The demonic queen calmed down and began to think clearly, planning out what she wanted to do. Bring him back. That's what she would do. Morgana would leave her kingdom with her sister. It was only temporarily. Only until she figured out a way to bring him back. Or killed him for leaving in the first place. Morgana didn't handle rejection very well.

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Earth. The over world. Morgana had never had the -pleasure- of visiting the world before. It's sky was blue, there was a bright star lighting everything during the 'day'. She had heard stories and tales about the over world, but her royal duties had never allowed her time to visit. Not that she'd ever wanted to. Now however was a very different matter. Now the queen stood on the edge of a human village. The village itself wasn't very impressive, but it wasn't offensive either. It seemed humble and the people were a mix between friendly and rude. Over all she couldn't say it was a terrible place, but why Dominic would choose to come to a place like this was far beyond her. Still, if Morgana wanted to lure him back she would first have to discover why he left. If that meant being in a human village she would suck it up.

Of course she wouldn't approach him as Queen Morgana. His reaction was currently a mystery and she didn't want to make any mistakes. Morgana knew she was too powerful to completely mask her aura as human, so she settled for cloaking it to that of a low level demon. Or that of a half demon. Physically she had taken on a more 'human' form. She was a little shorter, her skin a light peach as opposed to her usual lavender tint. Her hair was lighter and messier in the front now and her facial markings were gone now. Rather than her royal armor, Morgana wore peasants clothing of a similar fashion. Thigh high boots, a bodice, a white sleeveless jacket over, and bracers. It was close enough to her armor's style to be familiar to her, flexible to move in and comfortable.

Morgana had spent a week or two observing humans to learn their ways. This had produced her current alias, Miranda. No family name, not all humans had them. It was all to fool him. Why she was going about this in such a complex and underhanded manner she had no idea. It was just what seemed the best option. Morgana needed to know why he left and if he planned on never returning. Part of her felt a stranger could find out easier than she would.

It was time. 'Miranda' made her way to the local tavern and sauntered through the door. She looked around her room, determined to find her mark. Though she tried to make it appear as if she were just looking around the room. The tavern wasn't anything special. It was poorly lit, the smell of alcohol was thick, and there was a stage. On top of that stage was a female dancer, dressed in rather revealing clothing. Miranda was certain she looked more attractive, but the woman was still very appealing. Sitting near the center of the room was an armored male with scarlet locks. His gaze was in the direction of the dancer. The only thing that saved him from Miranda's jealousy was the look on his face. He appeared lost in a world of thought.

With a calmed temper, she made her way over to his table. She leaned against the tabletop and smiled at him. "I heard you were traveling around on a quest. I've been looking for a strong sword to travel with. These roads are dangerous for a woman on her own. Mind if I join you or are you to caught up in the show?" Miranda tried to speak like a peasant human. She kept her tone friendly, avoiding making it flirty. As he responded she had a seat at his table. It wasn't her habit to wait for a man to give her permission. That just wasn't how she was used to things being done, so even though she remembered to ask, she didn't remember his answer mattered. "My name is Miranda. I didn't get a chance to find out yours."

And thus her little rouse began. The best course of action would be for him to believe her little lies and not recognize her. At least that's what she hoped for.

"How could you run out on us?"

[Captain Rosas]

Lord Dominic, Former Prince of Ravnica

There were a lot of places worth saving. A lot of people worth protecting. The world of humans needed it. Unfortunately, one thing that Dominic found out quickly was that one could not pick and choose what to protect and save. The tavern, the one he was in with the dark air and the stench of debauchery and hedonism lingered, was a place he could almost call home. Home in that people act like fools and treat each other like garbage. But, much like the demons and how they acted amongst each other like the drunks in the bar, there were good ones. Good ones like himself, for instance. Of course, good was a relative term. But, he was as good as most demons could get. Far from the average where all they want is to take the humans for their own wants. To take their flesh, minds, souls, what have you for their entertainment. Yes, the humans were a weaker race. But, his father was one. And, his mother found something noteworthy about him to even think about sleeping with him, let alone for him to be her mate. As much as Dominic didn't like thinking about it, he was half human. But, with the recent turn of events, he'd rather be human than his other half.

He grabbed his pint of ale and drank before setting it down on the table he sat at. He stood out from the crowd in the tavern, that was for certain. His pointed ears and his eyes were the two features that set him apart from the humans. And, as drunk and stupid as the ones in the tavern were, they did well to avoid him and not get on his bad side. He was not above teaching any of them a lesson, protector or not. Taking another sip, a low beat began from behind him as a young dancer came out onto the stage before him. While he acknowledged that she had came out, he wasn't paying attention to her or her movements. Seduction, humans were nearly adept at almost as... his kind was.

With his pint held in his hands, he stared off past the stage and the dancer. He nearly forgot everything he was leaving behind. Family, friends, his life. But, he knew all of that already. He knew he had to leave that behind. It was better than being with the stupidity of many demons. And they would want to be ruled the same way. To go and carry out their fantasies and blood thirst on the smaller humans. But, seeing them massacred put his kind in a bad light. But, he wished for his life back. Not the maids, banquets, or the bed. But, her. Morgana. She was a fiery, feisty, and beautiful demoness. Unfortunately, she would never see his side. And, as much as he wanted her to be his forever, they would be at odds. He cannot take being a demon king and knowingly send innocent lives to their maker.

Barbarians. The both of them. Dominic just had to choose the lesser of the evils.

His thoughts were interrupted when a woman spoke. His eyes darted against their darkness and settled on her figure leaning against the table. Setting down his pint, he kept his eyes on her. The roads are dangerous. I suggest you find someone else other than me," he said. "I am not just on an ordinary journey and I will not be traveling ordinary roads. It will be far too dangerous for a woman like you to come with me." She sat down. She was a self-indulgent little imp. He could tell that there was demon in her. With an aura so small, he wasn't sure if she was a half-demon or simply a low demon. Either way, he wasn't sure what she was doing out in the human world. Her kind are the ones families have funerals for. "Why are you here? A little far from home, aren't you?" he asked. "And, where do you think you are going to get by coming along with me? Are you going wherever it is you can be taken to?"

[Cat Warrior Sam]

Just a Woman Out to Claim What is Her's.

"You were the one I chose with my heart."

A little far from home. He was one to talk.

She didn't like the way he spoke to her. Believing she was incapable just because she was a woman. Miranda understood that was how humans viewed their women. But Dominic was a demon. His kingdom may not have been ruled the same was as her own, but she couldn't imagine he would have fallen into that crowd. Especially since he was betrothed to her. Shouldn't he understand the power of a woman by now? Know that they could be strong? Even if she had used a similar line it was only because that was the human way, not because she thought he was going to buy it.

Then again... he had never spoken to her this way when she was Morgana. It troubled her a little. Perhaps this was always how he thought. Perhaps it was even what he thought of her. Was it possible he had simply never spoken these feelings out loud to her? Maybe he never really cared about her. It stung to think him leaving her hadn't been hard. Couldn't let any of those troubled thoughts. Couldn't show that she had been hurt by his remark. No, she had to hide it. She was the Queen of Mirodin, she could hide her feelings well enough from him in this disguise and looking a little perturbed was fine.

"What kind of roads you're traveling doesn't matter to me," she began in a mostly even tone, "you could say that's where I'm headed. A little presumptuous of you to assume you know a 'woman like me' can't handle a dangerous road or two. I just don't want to spill needless blood of idiot men who try to take advantage of a lone woman traveling." It was mostly true. She didn't want to kill anyone if she didn't have to. Since her only motivation was to find out his motives, it didn't matter where she went to as long as he was there. Even if she asked for his help, she wouldn't be perceived as weak. Not from him.

She placed her elbows on the table and leaned forward. Miranda looked like she was considering how to answer one of his questions. 'Why was she here?' That was a good question. The answer was obvious to her. To figured out why he left and to convince him to come back and stay with her. But she couldn't tell him that. So she had to figure out some believable excuse. Why would a lower level demon leave the demon world? Other than on a mission? "I'm tired of listening to the rulers of the underworld. Life can't be all about destroying humans and partying can it?" She seemed sincere enough, there may have been a little truth to her statement.

Miranda glanced around the room and then looked back at him, "I don't see anyone else in here who would want to travel with me. Humans don't exactly trust someone like me." From her short experience here she had found that to be very true. Only extremely few humans had been close to friendly. They didn't attack her, but they weren't very forgiving either. Even without the ability to sense auras humans had ways of telling. It seemed those who viewed her as a half demon were even less forgiving than those who viewed her as a full demon. Hopefully Dominic would understand that plight since he was indeed a half demon.

The thought of Dominic being mistreated because of his mixed blood got to her. It always did. She had never liked others disrespecting him because of it and had never tolerated it. Miranda just kept her even expression. That's the only thing she could do when she was bothered by something. She wasn't going to back down even if he said no. She planned on doing anything she had to in order to convince him to travel with her. Even if it meant using the pain of the slings people threw at him. It was his fault for leaving. That's all she was convinced of. If he hadn't left she wouldn't have to do this.

"How could you run out on us?"

[Captain Rosas]

Lord Dominic, Former Prince of Ravnica

Dominic kept an eye on the demon that joined him. She was a bold one. She threw herself in danger just for being so insolent. He had to admit, he didn't meet many demons that acted like her. Her reasons were sound. He had left for the exact same reasons. His hair raised on the back of his neck, something about Miranda that unsettled him. Maybe it was because as he looked at Miranda, her actions, her words, the feeling that came off of her all made Dominic remember Morgana. He had to shake away those thoughts. There was no one like Morgana. A double-edged sword. Morgana would never join him in exile from the demon kingdoms. She liked being a queen too much to forget all of it to be with him. And, he wouldn't ask her to do something like that. It was not his place to ask her to forget everything and be with him. Nor could she ask him to forget his crusade and return to the demon kingdom of Ravnica.

He downed the rest of his drink. Human alcohol did little to his bodily system. While it made him feel a little better, it would do not much more. Even though his human blood was tainted with demon, the demon side overpowered his human side. That's how it always was for Dominic. Half-bloods were always looked down upon just because the demons saw how the demonic blood was watered down by the human. But, they didn't know how the demon blood flowed within a half-blood. Dominic's mother knew. Or at least, she had an idea that regardless of the blood, the demon blood would pull the most weight and provide for the half-breed. They were not all as weak as many demons thought they might've been. And Dominic was a special case. He was half a demon queen's blood, half of his blood came from Razia. Her blood granted him enough strength that made him outrank many full bloods. But, he would never be as strong as some of the higher full bloods. He would never be able to surpass Morgana.

His crusade might've seemed like a suicide mission than a real task. Dominic knew that, but he did not care. Deep down, he wanted to succeed.

"Miranda," he spoke. "I will not be an easy companion to follow. But, if you really want to accompany for whatever your goal is exactly... then so be it. I will not stop you." Dominic kept eye contact with her as he shooed away the tavern girl that came over as soon as he finished. "I know all about the humans not trusting us. We are demons after all. They have no reason to trust us. But, I will change that soon enough." Dominic looked over to the humans behind him. Even then, they shot their glares at him. He would never win their hearts over.

He looked back to Miranda. "I've warned you. And I will again. Danger will always be upon us. I don't want to be responsible for your death by my neglect, or fault. I hope you are ready to move tonight then. I do not move out during the daytime, I'd rather go out when the moon is up, for obvious reasons." Dominic stood up and made sure everything was in place. His armor clinked against its pieces as did his sword at his waist. Dominic took one last look at the tavern. "Let us go as the night is still young, Miranda. If, that is, you haven't reconsidered." He chuckled a little before he made his way outside.

[Cat Warrior Sam]

Just a Woman Out to Claim What is Her's.

"You were the one I chose with my heart."

Not an easy companion to follow was half right. At the moment he wasn't an easy man to tolerate. And yet at the same time, she was very attracted to this side of him. It was softer somehow, more gentle than the fierce and noble warrior she knew. Softer and gentler in a different way that when he had been courting her or trying to win her favor. Somehow it even seemed like he was resenting his demon half. Just what was going on through that beautiful red head of his? What did he mean by, 'But, I will change that soon enough?' Should she be concerned with this new side of Dominic she was seeing?

There he went again, warning her about the danger. Either he really cared about random strangers he met not getting hurt or Dominic was seriously trying to convince her not to go with him. Yeah yeah, he didn't want to be responsible for her. "I understand, don't count on you to babysit me. I got it," she replied with a slightly irritated sigh. Traveling by the moonlight was much smarter for demons, so she knew he wasn't being dumb about all of this. Well... that remained to be seen, but he wasn't being reckless. Although letting a random woman go with him was a little reckless.

"Now is fine," she replied as she stood up. Oh sure don't let her get dinner or anything. Not that she needed to eat just then, but it would have been nice. Still, did she want him buying dinner for other women? This whole dual persona thing was really going to be tough to pull off ad she was just beginning to see that. It would continue to be a constant war between the part of her that wants him to romance her and the part that didn't want him to feeling anything for 'Miranda'. Should she not try to seduce him then? Would she be angry if she succeeded? Gather information. That was all that mattered right now.

Young, Miranda. She was older than he was, but she ignored his comment.

Miranda made her way outside, ensuring her two sais were strapped to her hips. She needed to use hand to hand fighting as much as possible and avoid magic. Too much magic and she'd give herself away. It was a good thing she had only started training with the sais within the last few years. The skill wouldn't be something Dominic would know she had.

He was standing there, waiting. How long he would have waited she wasn't entirely certain. Miranda went to him, but he didn't say anything. Instead he just started walking out of the village. She kept pace with him. Mentally gritting her teeth with every step. She wasn't used to being slightly behind anyone since she became queen. It was very hard not to try and take her place beside or slightly in front of him. Damn thee lower society ways and habits of the human world. Miranda wanted to be able to just let loose. But that wouldn't do. It just wouldn't.

So she decided to distract herself with conversation. "Your name is Dominic is it not? Most people only referred to you as the scarlet haired half demon. Or the ruby haired warrior. I must admit I've not seen many people with hair your shade of red," she spoke a little nonchalantly, attempting to seem interested though she knew the answer already. Miranda hoped she didn't talk too much.

She was beginning to discover she really knew nothing of how Dominic was with other people. Which meant all of her previous knowledge of how he interacted might very well be useless.

"How could you run out on us?"

[Captain Rosas]

Lord Dominic, Former Prince of Ravnica

Odd for a half-demon. Or low-level demon, whichever she was. She was quick to join him. He had only wanted to step out of the tavern. He had enough of it for the time being. Granted, she should have told her this. But, he didn’t care all that much. If she had wanted to eat she would’ve said something as soon as she joined him outside. He started north and out of the village. And she was right behind him, following him in his steps. He wasn’t sure what was her goal. Did she really only want to join him just because? Just because it was her whim? He didn’t understand. Demons – especially the ones on the low side of the scale – were always a little too random and chaotic for his liking. This Miranda was no different. She knew her demands, and so far she was going to follow them. If she did not, then he would have to lay down the rules for her.

He glanced over to her and took in her full figure. There was something more, since he had gotten a better look at her. The way she walked, the way her body curved, she was a beautiful looking demoness. He looked away, feeling a little guilty. He didn’t care so much about other women. The only one that had mattered to him was Morgana. But, this little one reminded him of her. Her figure, her bosom, her legs, her walk, her playful flirting. All Morgana. But Morgana was back in Mirrodin, ruling ove her kingdom. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do when he reached her kingdom. He was going to dismantle all the others from Lorwyn to Alara, but what about Mirrodin? His mind trailed off, seaching for the answer.

He knew. Deep down he knew. If Morgana would resist him, he would have to take her down like the others. He wasn’t sure if it was possible, but... he wasn’t even sure he could bring himself to do it. He was sure he could. But, he knew that he had to at least try. Maybe, just maybe she would hear him out and join him. That was just a dream though, just a dream.

He looked back to Miranda. "Are you comfortable with traveling most of the night and making camp when the sun breaks the east?" he asked. " Because, if you’re not then I’m sure we can reach a middle ground where we’ll both be happy. I’m not sure what kind of stamina you have.” He sighed. he asked. " I am Dominic, prince of Ravnica. Or, I was. That’s not longer my title and I prefer to just be called Dominic, if that’s okay with you.”

Dominic heard something. His pointed ears flicked a little, almost as if they were trying to pinpoint where he had heard the noise. Something out late at night was not a good thing. Only demons and predators were out late at night. Human rapists, murderers, and thieves were nothing to him. They were nothing more than vermin. Any he came in Dominic’s path were immediately dealt with. Crusder for human rights he might’ve been but he was not going to let them all live. He would pass his own judgement on the one’s he preferred to keep. He put an arm up, blocking Miranda from walking any futher. "I fear we have company,” he said.

And right then, a group descended on them from the trees they were under. Dominic made a mental note to never trust trees again. Drawing his blade, he cut one down and then another in a fluid movement. He kept his eyes on his targets as his sword followed through in action. He didn’t count how many there were, all he knew was that he had to kill them. He took a moment to look over at Miranda who was fairing pretty well but there was one coming behind her. With his incredible speed, he crossed the distance and drove his sword into the attacker’s chest, but not before one snuck up on him and managed to get through his armor. Luckily, it was nothing to him and he span and cut through his torso. The battle lasted mere seconds as only he and Miranda were left standing. He flicked the blood off his blade as he sheathed it. He looked to see if Miranda was well and after he assessed that she was, took a look at their attackers. He flipped a body over and saw the face of an ugly demon. His silver hair covered fell over his red face but the tusks still jutted out of his jaw. Demons from Kamigawa.

"It appears that the Kamigawans have gotten wind that I’m in the area,” he said, standing up and looking to Miranda. "I have my next area. I’ll ask you again, are you sure you want t join me? I’m going straight into the heart of Kamigawa and delivering my message to them.”

[Cat Warrior Sam]

Just a Woman Out to Claim What is Her's.

"You were the one I chose with my heart."

Miranda smirked as she replied, "Oh you don't need to worry about my stamina Dominic. I have plenty of it." She rose an eyebrow at his proclamation. Practically she said, "if you don't want to be called Prince, and you're not a prince anymore, why bother bringing it up?" Honestly. She shook her head. Maybe it was just habit for him. As Morgana she was used to not announcing herself, others did that for her. She would never know if it was simply habit or not, because before he could answer there was a rustling.

Miranda heard the rustling. She cursed her diminished powers. She hadn't really notice before now, but her hearing was weaker than it should have been. Now that she was paying more attention, she noticed all of her senses were considerably weaker. That wasn't good. Cloaking her aura to remain undiscovered seemed to have weakened everything. This was not a good time to figure out by how much she was weakened. Miranda only hoped that her reflexes were still up to par. This feeling of defenselessness creeping up through her was not one she enjoyed, nor was it something she was accustomed to. Taking a deep breath, Miranda took her sais from their holsters and leaned back into a defensive pose.

Weak. They were all weak. It was pitiful they way she was cutting them down in her current state. Miranda could barely comprehend the difference in battle prowess. She had always been spoiled with warriors such as Dominic, warriors worth their merit. And she had no delusions that in this state Dominic could cut her down. Yet she was keeping up with these weaklings and tearing through them. However, she became distracted by the ease she tore through them and missed one sneaking up behind her. She probably would have heard him before he could do anything fatal, but Dominic came to her rescue. So much for not helping her. And he paid a price for it. Miranda was caught between feeling touched he defended her and annoyed he took a hit when she could've defended herself.

She wiped her sais off on the nearest clean body and sheathed them. Turning to look at Dominic, she made her way over to him, walking with a purpose in mind. "Stop asking me that, it's getting annoying," she snapped and looked him over a bit, "remove your armor. I don't care if it doesn't bother you, your wounded and we won't be able to bathe for a while so you should at least make sure it doesn't get infected. Damnit Dommie don't give me that look, just take your armor off." Miranda stood there expectantly tapping her foot. Dominic may be a capable worry, but he was still rather arrogant sometimes. He had a strange look on his face, but said he would comply after they put some distance between them and their attackers. She accepted this strategy, since it would do more harm than good if he were caught with his armor off.

Once there were far enough away to satisfy Dominic, Miranda made him strips his armor off. She knelt down beside him as he sat on a log. Expertly, she pulled his shirt over his head before he could complain. Miranda knew this body well. At least she used to know it well. There seemed to be new scars across his torso since the last time she had seen him. The red liquid on his side reminded her she had a purpose. Miranda pulled her flask out from her side and poured the cool water over his wound. She then used a rag from her pack and began to wash his wound off, making sure there was no access dirt or sweat. Then she took out some bandages and began to wrap them around his torso, not pausing in between any step. Morgana had been trained in basic medicine, and this wasn't the first time she would have patched Dominic up.

"There, just give it a little bit before you put your clothes and armor back on," she informed him of her instructions as she began to put everything away. Dominic had remained quiet throughout the process. Miranda chanced a look at his face. He looked a little confused. Had she done something to blow her cover? It was weird he hadn't complained and that he had complied so easily. He couldn't be... he wouldn't be attracted to a low level demon like this would he? No... he wouldn't betray her like that. Still... she wasn't sure what his feelings for 'Morgana' were anymore.

She decided to ignore him for now and just sat on a rock opposite him. In the pale moonlight she could see his figure perfectly. Damn she wanted him. Just wanted to take him back to her castle and have him make love to her. To have him remind her he loved her. If he still loved her. Miranda looked down as she waited, thinking to herself.

"How could you run out on us?"

[Captain Rosas]

Lord Dominic, Former Prince of Ravnica

He wasn't used to taking order, especially from some lowly demon. He had risen far above taking them. But, he had to come to terms that Miranda had a point. It was for the best of his well being. Sometimes, being a half-demon brought him other issues that his full-blooded kin didn't have to worry about. Such as infections. He sat down and stripped the armor off of him and let Miranda do her work. But, as she told him to do so, something caught him off gaurd. Something piqued his interest. Something set off alarms in his head.

"Dommie?" he asked. The nickname was so sincere, so intimate that it was odd that Miranda would call him that. They had only known each other for a few hours at most, and she settled on calling him "Dommie"? That was what Morgana called him. Little to few to anyone dared called him anything else but Dominic. He started at her strangely. "Dommie? Where did that come from?"

She sat alone, quiet. She wanted to give him time to stew but he wasn't going to let the time just pass between them. "Miranda, I think we need to talk." Dominic did not put on his armor as he walked over to her and sat near her. "Where did you say you came from?" Did that sound suspicious? Maybe it did. Maybe he was a little curious about this Miranda. First, she was eager to tag along with him. Next, she valued his well-being. And Dommie? Dommie was what Morgana called him when they were alone. It slipped out when she wanted him. And Miranda said it the same way she did.

In fact, the more he was with this woman, the more he was reminded of Morgana. His dear Morgana, waiting at her throne. Or was she? "Thank you for tending to me. You didn't have to, by the way. But it is appreciated. "

[Cat Warrior Sam]

Just a Woman Out to Claim What is Her's.

"You were the one I chose with my heart."

Oh no. Did she really make that big a mistake already? Dommie... how could she say that. And now he wanted to know more about her. Miranda didn't want to lie to him, but she had to tell him something. Clamming up now wasn't going to make anything better, it would only make him suspicious. Okay, she calmed her thoughts down a bit to think. Obviously she couldn't say she was from Mirrodin or Ravnica. So she had to think of another territory that she knew well enough to pretend to be from.

"I'm from Inastrad," she answered him, trying not to look too interested in the fact he was sitting next to her. Topless. "I don't know why I said Dommie. I like to shorten names and I was frustrated. It was just the first thing that popped out," she explained calmly. That was a good enough response wasn't it? Her feelings for him weren't dying down. Especially not with how close he was sitting next to her.

"You're welcome," Miranda replied, trying to think of a way to respond that wasn't too much like her usual self, "I know I didn't have to, but if I didn't then you might get an infection and if you're wounded it puts us both in danger. So don't be too flattered or anything. It was just for survival." That was a good answer. Any demon would have used similar logic if they were traveling with someone they relied on to fight. Something in his look didn't reassure her he believed her.

Miranda just looked at him, looked into his eyes. There was an expression she couldn't read in them. What was he thinking? Dominic began to lean in and without thinking her body responded to his. She leaned towards him and let the lips embrace. He tasted just the way she remembered. Her Dominic, the love of her life. Miranda deepened the kiss and brought her fingers up to-- wait a minute. She pushed away from him and looked at him angrily.

He didn't know she was his Morgana. He thought she was some woman named Miranda. How... how dare he betray their vows. Miranda narrowed her eyes at him and demanded, "What do you think you're doing?"

"How could you run out on us?"

[Captain Rosas]

Lord Dominic, Former Prince of Ravnica

What was he doing? He just kissed another woman. "Another" being someone other than Morgana. But, Miranda already reminded him of Morgana to being with. It didn't help any when she said "Dommie". That was what drove him to take that kiss from Miranda. And, from the sound of it, she didn't appreciate it all that much. He might've been at fault. Maybe. He was just have a tough time dealing with the fact that he had no Morgana anymore. Then, this woman came up to him and asked him to tag along. And hell, they look alike. Morgana had more flair to her and Miranda was practical. Still, they dressed similar. Hell, their names even sounded alike. It was like the fates were taunting Dominic. Can't have Morgana, here's something similar. Dominic didn't like it.

"I thought it was obvious," he said. More attitude and led on more than he knew. He wasn't going to try and discuss what he thought he was doing. If Miranda was the person she claimed to be, then he didn't need to say anything. "Why do you ask? It is not like you didn't enjoy that. From where I sat, it seemed as if you actually wanted that. Almost as if you craved it. Don't ask me what I think I'm doing when you're asking for it. Do not look a gift horse in the mouth." Maybe that was enough? Maybe that was enough to get Miranda off that issue.

"We kissed." A very nice kiss. It was sweet, tender, and powerful. It reminded him of Morgana. Again, everything about the half-demon reminded him of the woman that owned his heart. He kept his cool, but in the inside... he needed something. Somebody. Morgana. But, she wasn't there. And, she might not ever be there. He renounced his title and his wealth. All he had was his power.

Dominic put a hand over her hand and forced her hand to trail over his chest. "Are you going to deny it now?" he asked. He let her hand trail down and feel the rest of him. "Miranda, stop the charade. You want this just as much as I do." He leaned in and gave her another, quick but passionate kiss. "I am flattered. I know you were worried."

Oh, he knew now.

[Cat Warrior Sam]

Just a Woman Out to Claim What is Her's.

"You were the one I chose with my heart."

The more he spoke, the more she wanted him and yet, the more hurt she felt. Either Dominic could still read her very well, or he was willing to seduce and give himself to another woman. Miranda couldn't stop herself from feeling his body when he took her hand. Couldn't keep from looking into his eyes and letting him catch her in another kiss. This one deeper, more passionate. Couldn't stop herself from enjoying it and returning it. But one thought still burned in the back of her mind. To him he was kissing Miranda. Not Morgana.

She tried to pull back from him. "We just met Dominic. Whether or not I find you physically attractive, I don't want to just hop into bed with you. I thought we were both tired of how demons live weren't we?" Miranda tried to reason with him. Her faith in him was beginning to waiver. Was he just acting like this because he ran away from her? Because he thought he'd never see her again? Or had Dominic always been unfaithful? Had he ever taken any other women to his bed?

She felt sick to her stomach. Part of her longed for him to take her, to wrap her in his arms and tell her he knew. That he saw through her trick. The other part dreaded that he really did believe he was throwing himself at another woman. Miranda took a deep breath, trying to hold back any sign of the tears that were threatening to show themselves. Finally, she managed to pull away from him. He could be unfaithful with someone else if he truly wanted. Then she'd have no reason to doubt anything.

"Perhaps it's time we turn in for the night. You should get rest first, I'll take the first watch," she said. In truth she just wanted some space away from him and some time to collect herself. Because at the rate she was going, she might end up crying for the first time since she was a baby.

"How could you run out on us?"