ＦＡＤＩＮＧ ＥＭＢＥＲＳ (Temporarily Closed)

[RyoRin]

"You had to say yes to the invitation," Yelled the annoyed voice of Lucan, " You just had to say yes to it. We could have been staying at the fires, smithing to make more coin or sleeping with questioned women, but instead we are riding threw the lands on a horse, getting shifted on thighs with the cold winds hitting our flesh. " A growl seemed to escape his lips as he swore he felt another gust of the harsh winds blow on to his flesh. There was many reasons in why he hated being here, however the main one was of course of the annoyance of the travel. Coming from the mountains of their village took skill and more so a bit of luck. He had witnessed hundreds of men, women, and children fall to deaths and never their corpse to be seen again. It was almost a daily sight to see. Even members of their own family had been unfortunate enough to die in such ways, mainly beloved siblings and even a lover had found them self's to the after life. But still he now was fallowing that same cursed path,..It was a tortures amount of time. First they had to sale the mountain tops with thin steps while making sure the donkey's did not hold fright. Once that was settled they had to take on foot till the nearest stables were in reach.

What was worst was the horse ride to the castle which laid before them. He swore that the roads held more rocks then normal, probably a trick from their neighbors below the mountains. If it wasn't for their King being a man of full worth from his peoples point of view, then this trip would have truly been a horrid one. The King of the Lands of the Forsaken was a man named Ymir Vestar, a clever man who he would call of blood from their tribe. It had to be true for he was one of the few who his people would call King. Even their finest warrior Mala called him as such. In the past the people that hailed from the mountain tops were scene as savage men who would kill noble lords or ladies for a proper good fun. Raid the local villages, steal the women away and burn the place to the grounds. They of course did such things as it was a tradition but they held no cannibalistic urges to eat people. Mostly. Either way the truth was hard to tell, and so the mountain people use to be told as stories to young children in the kingdom, scare them straight or else. He heard the same stories as a child of these realm living people.

Once the war started though, alliances had to be made and forever struck a bound to his own people and the royals. The first king they worked with was a fool but King Ymir Vestar was not as his father. The man proved to be truly loyal to all those who stood in the kingdoms lands. Even so much that Lucan and his brother would make their armor and weapons for the man, even if he asked for less of coin.' Not too much though,' He quickly thought as they grew near the castle. It was a scary thing to see when he was but a child, in fact he remembered being in awe over the size of it. Now it just filled him with dread in speaking to proper people who he held no interest in. The last time he was here, he ended up passing out on the table from drinking too much. Wine gave him something to talk about...Alas now he couldn't drink in the castle. ' Maybe they forgot on how my gut spilled on lady's what her court'd dress,..Had to come by now.' Thinking this as he turned to face his brother.

Vladimir was his brother in blood, born from the same seed of their father and brought to this word with sword in hand from their mother. They held only a year apart in age, thus were close as any siblings could be. He held his brother to heart, still in this moment he was crossed with him. " We should have left with Yelena and Sasha or when Mala and her tiny of man brother came to this castle but oh no," He said while lifting his right hand and pointed his index finger at Vladimir. " - You just had to finish that chest armor. Not as if it could have waited a few more days passing, fat s**t wont fit in it after a year, but no,.." He spoke of the armor request that they had received a few days ago, from a man that hailed in another kingdom. The man was an old knight, well past his days and probably wished to have one more grasp of armor before a soft belly hit with age. It could have waited for several days as it wasn't wanted till the sun turned a bright red, a few weeks hence forth. But alas his brother worked on it.

" If we don't find a warm body in our beds tonight because of this set back on the hour, then I shall never forgive you." He stated with a simple nod of his head. "You get to hold Yelena in the night if you wish, or her brother if madness hits your, or any women really but not I, as I am late to this castle. " He spoke these words but none of it was true. He would never hate his brother but more so was throwing a small fit from being far too stubborn and annoyed. Once they got off their horses and headed inside, Lucan appeared to be much calmer. His eyes glanced around the room, spotting a few familiar faces but none he wished to speak too at the moment. His pouting was infamous in his lands, and now he would just stalk behind Vladimir until questionable women or men held interest to him. Or wine appeared in his hand. Which ever came first would be blessing from their Gods."Is Mala wearing a gown of a maiden? " He asked suddenly as a grin started to form on his lips. Maybe this night would hold some fun for him.








Land of the Forsaken XXXXXXX Weapon SmithXXXXXXX Location: The main halls of the castle XXXXXXX Wearing: Needs more metal





Anela Vesir

[RyoRin]

Sasha couldn't not help but to let out a small growl as he watched men lay their eyes upon the women of their tribe, wearing robes not of their own but of maidens. It gave mental image of them being weak, singing songs of love and playing games that children only held to heart. But he knew these images to be false, for in their dresses they would be as deadly as they if they wore their armor and held sword in hand. Even his twin sister, who he held no affection for outside of wanting to punch her in this moment, would be better dressed as a warrior. At least she would give no false image and force idiot man to fall prey to soft appearance. In his own mind seeing them in such battle clothing was far more appealing then such fine cloth. ' Mala at least appears in fine fabric, ready to defend our peoples King at any moment. Her wolves would see her proud and if could speak would tell her such,' He thought before turning his attentions away from her. If he stared too much then surely a blush would appear on his flesh and he could draw such attentions to himself. If he did then he would never hear the end of it from his sister for years. Even his children's children would mock him for such a pitiful moment.

" Hopefully she wont stab a knight and start another war. Although I would pay a pretty gold coin to hear that song.

" You would see a song be formed out of death of dearest friend?" He asked while turning to face his twin sister. " And they call me the dumb one," He hissed at her, giving a minor joking glare. In return he was given another jab to his side, which made him feel a hint of pain. A sting yet nothing more. "It would be a boring song anyways, not one they would sing while drinking wine or to impress a girl to lay with her, just one to prove a point. Singing only to impress or cause worry to the enemy, " He said with a simple shrug of his shoulders. There was far too many songs that boasted of such killings and he grew tired of hearing them. If he had to hear one more song about a threat in a point of history in lore of houses, then surly he would throw himself off the nearest cliff. ' Still a song about Mala would be off to wear,' If there was a song of her then surly they would have to sing of her glory and beauty. ' Or just her killing,..Probably would end with me being thrown off the said cliff,' He thought while narrowing his eyes.

Sasha paused for a moment, forcing thoughts to leave his mind and looked up towards the crowd. He swore that they were talking louder, growing in excitement over something. His attention was forced upon the King of their lands, a man who went by the name of Ymir. He stood with guards close by his side, as if anyone in this kingdom would try to harm the man. He was one of the few kings that held love from all his people, even the ones who held jobs as dragon trainers and lived as wild folk. Even his own father seemed to enjoy the man, never said any kind words about him but he seem to like him. " The king appears to be looking our way, " He swore he heard a hint of fear in his twins voice but it must have been a false sound in his ear. He had watched her kill a man with an axe and used his head as a warning in front of her house. "Are you feeling nervous in meeting our king?! " Once the thought crossed his mind, he asked, more louder then his twin cared for as a right hook smacked his right shoulder.

"Shut your mouth!" "Your going to have to hit harder then that to cease my tongue from telling your s**t of a crush when he arrives about your fear of our king. I bet even his majesty would laugh as such fears. " He said with a grin on his face, only to receive another punch to his shoulder. This one did hurt much more then the first, causing him to flinch slightly. He could already tell that there would be a bruise on his flesh, forming by tomorrows sun. " Vladimir and Lucan will hear of this and laugh as I do, "" And I shall cease life from you if you tell!" He watched with a grin as his sister bared her teeth towards him, however it was a threat that he was use too. She gave that threat to him ever since they both were of an age of seven. He gave the same to her. It was how the twins operated with insults, throwing them out as if they truly hated each other. Mainly people from their village thought that they would slaughter each other any day now. Some even placed valued coin on it. They knew little of the twins though for if they did then they would know that they wasted their coin. He would sooner die in dishonor then hurt one of blood, especially one who appeared as him in female form.

" That pirate Robert is here and is seems,..." Sasha couldn't help but to pause as he started to stand on his tip toes, wanting to peer over the crowd. "The twins have arrived. Lucan appears to be in a foul mood and Vlad appears to hold himself well within this crowd of grand people, " Saying this as he moved his feet back down to the floor, not caring to stand on his toes for too long. It was a pain if used too much. " He's getting closer," " Hm?" He felt his twin take a step back and simply stay closer to his side. In some way he understood of why she was fearful of these people. The war caused great suffering within the lands, the old kings war, and hundreds died because of foolish action. Even the dragons were used to fight. Those were dark times, when dragons were misused o help aid in killing off local farm lands or any other aiding villages towards the war. He knew that Yelena's man and child were of those millions, yet he hoped the years would help in forgiving the royals for their games. Guess time did not heal as fast as he would see it.

"Mala seems to trust him as if he blood, " He said, now feeling his sister pause for a brief moment. "As does Hendrik, ....Boy is odd but he is smart enough to smell the darkness in people. If they trust this royal then I see no cause for us to not. " As he spoke he peered over at his sister, reading her expression closely. For a moment it appeared as if they were holding a conversation threw their heads, holding no words but only conversation threw their thoughts. It use to creep out their parents when they did this, a thing that only they understood for they were one in their mother and shared such gifts." Agreed. We shall greet him with open heart and if he betrays it then we shall steal it from chest and eat it as supper, ""Haha, that's the sister I know and love, " He said with a grin, only to turn attention towards Mala, the King and the others who appeared to be in chatting mood.







Land of the Forsaken XXXXXXX Dragon Keeper XXXXXXX Location: Great Hall XXXXXXX Wearing: You gotta be rough and tough.

[Peregrinans]

ooc: finally here is Annabelle! xxx where: castle dining hall xxx with: Ymir > no one xxx wearing

Annabelle was so excited. It was going to be a fantastic evening full of dancing, eating, and fun! Any excuse to have sweets and food in any case. She was a duchess, so had to behave herself, but she could be sneaky if she wanted to. She watched as the maid put her hair in a neat little style and then she smoothed out her dress. It was lovely and fitted her so perfectly, which made her all the more excited. She couldn't wait to show it off. And who knew maybe some man would catch her eye....

Blinking, she paused in thought. That was surprising. She was usually resistant to the whole marriage thing. She wasn't ready for it. Not yet. She wanted to see the world first. Or, well, she was resistant to her parents idea of marriage anyway. They wanted her to marry they approved of, preferably someone of noble blood. Which was fine, but she didn't want it to be arranged. She wanted it to just happen. She wanted romance, passion, love. Not something that had to be arranged. Her lips turned down in a frown and she sighed. Her parents would be at the feast too and they would be eagerly looking for a potential husband.

Standing, she dismissed the maid and finished getting ready herself. She glanced into the mirror and smiled. Her reflection smiled back. Tucking back a loose hair she breathed in deeply and then headed out of the room and down the hall. She and her parents had been invited to stay at the castle for the feast which was an honour. Humming absently, Annabelle strolled the castle halls, not in any big rush at the moment. She loved staying in the castle. Glancing out the windows she spotted the mountains and smiled slightly. One day she would go to the mountains and see if she could find the dragons. She'd heard tales of the dragons but have yet to see one up close.

Annabelle's feet took her down to the feast. Thankfully she didn't see her overbearing parents anywhere. There was still hope for a night free of her mother pointing out every possible suitor in the hall. Plastering a smile on her face, Annabelle entered after being announced and was swept up into the feast. It was exciting to see the knights before they go off to compete in the tournament. She enjoyed the tournaments since they brought all the kingdoms together and she got to meet people from them all.

King Ymir was already there, and asked her to dance. She was flattered, and knew if her parents saw it they would be very keen on making arrangements to set something up with him. 'We would be the parents of a beautiful queen,' they would say. She suppressed a giggle as she imagined their voices in their head.If only they knew she really wasn't interested in such things. She told them but they never listened. Or they didn't care. Or both. But the king looked as if he was somewhere else. Polite and kind as usual, but like he wanted to be somewhere else. More than likely he wouldn't be open to the idea her parents had in mind, and though she was relieved she was a little put out by his lack of attention. He had asked her to dance and then was half-hearted about it anyway. Just as well though, she would make it out of the kingdom one day, make it to the mountains first to see the dragons and then on from there....

After dancing with the king, Annabelle scanned the area for something to eat. She was hungry, but was she was really eager for the chocolate. She had had a weird encounter with the king and now wanted to eat it away. She didn't care if people watched her, or if her mother chastised her later, she was hungry now. Her eyes landed on the chocolate and her eyes lit up as she hurried towards it.

Grabbing a little square she popped it into her mouth and watched the guests with interest as she chewed. She wasn't really sure what to do with herself at that moment. Maybe mingle with some people, have a laugh or two. A drink here, a dance there. But who would she want to dance with next....

Giving up the Ghost

[Anela Vesir]

ll Who am I with? Lucan ll Where am I? Castle ll How do I feel? Relaxed ll What do I wear? x ll Learn Something: Vladmir ll

“We have to go to the tournament anyhow, and besides I like Ymir. He’s a good man and takes care of our people.” His brother had been yelling at him for what felt like hours and Vlad as usual took it all with a grain of salt and a grin. It was like this daily and while Lucan was more likely to be set off and pitch a fit, Vlad was calm and cool headed. There was not much that could get under his skin, unless you messed with one of his own and then there would be a side of that man that you’d never want to know. His brother was like a woman sometimes, always nagging and bitching but Vlad was used to it and generally only met Lucan’s ire with a chuckle or two. “Sleeping with questionable women is not something I intend to do. I like my parts right where they are and Yelena would have them if I toyed with her heart.” True enough Vlad had been quite the ladies man before his attention had turned towards the dragon taming twin. She had been extremely good at keeping his attention on her and only her. “Besides, Yelena is wearing a dress tonight.” A chuckle. “So is Mala if I am not mistaken.” Mala, that girl was a wild child and while most men loved to admire her from afar, it was about as close as any got to her. His brother probably hadn’t heard that last bit though during his rants.

Lucan absolutely disliked traveling more than he had to and Vlad could almost see the gears in his brothers head turning as he went through the entire journey from start to finish so that he could nitpick each part and Vlad’s smile only widened when Lucan complained about them not coming down with the four who had made the journey earlier. “Mala will have your tongue if you say such about Hendrik around her.” He wondered secretly though if it was partially what kept men away from Mala, their kind were hearty and Mala’s brother hadn’t been gifted with very strong body, he had been so weak that for years many thought he would just keel over and die suddenly. He hadn’t though; in fact he had turned out to be a pretty clever person he’d also had the fortunate luck to bond with a dragon. Bonding with a dragon was a badge of high honor amongst their people.

“Aye, I had to finish the armor. That fat s**t offered extra coin for such and his son will one day come to us for armor and weapons. No point in not finishing the job while I am in to it.” Vlad had a creative zone he often got in to and finishing his work? It became his priority, everything else fell away when he was busy trying to complete an order and getting him to budge before it could definitely come to blows. Lucan and Vlad had traded blows before over such things and each brother had finally decided that it wasn’t worth the effort when it came to bothering the other while on a project! “It is done now and we will be enjoying warmth, fires, mead and the company of others soon enough.” Vlad merely smiled in the ire and rage of his brother, as always. It was simply how he handled Lucan’s temperament.

Throughout all of the complaining he endured, even while they unloaded the creatures of burden and settled them into the stables for the evening, even while they freshened up and prepared to head to the actual castle and finally as they walked through the doors Vlad paused a smirk gracing his features. “I could ask Sasha if he would like you to hold him tonight, if the madness hits you of course.” Though… Lucan’s eyes were upon Mala his words escaping which caused Vlad to look over at the woman and their king. “Of course she is. Though what chance do you have against a king?” Vladmir was laughing heartily then and clasping his brother on the shoulder “or her guard dog, Sasha? Or Hendrik for that matter. All watch the woman like a hawk and if she doesn’t bend you in half, one of them might.” Not that he thought the king held any interest in Mala or she him, but it was interesting to watch the men side glace Ymir as if he were a threat to them when it came to the dark haired wolven warrioress. “Ah I see Yelena. Good luck tonight brother.” And then Vlad was vanishing into the crowd to approach his woman.

”RyoRin”

OOC:

[Tiggerluvme]

Why in the world did she have to go to this bloody feast. She hated everyone that would be there and now she was going to have to act like she loved every last one of them. Her parents would want her to kiss up to them and to pull in more business, but she was not going to do that. The looks that her parents gave her told her that she had better behave. Of course she was not going to show up with her parents, they were getting on her nerves a little too much. She could tell her mother was slightly agitated just by the way she pulled on her hair. It was not done of purpose, but it was rather hard for her mother to cover up her feelings. “I pray that you will keep your tongue in check. We need these people’s coins if we are going to survive here.” She pulled away from her mother and finished fixing her own hair. “I am not a child and I know when and how to speak so that people do not look down on you all.” Before her mother could say anything else she excused herself from the room and moved towards the front door. “I will see you all there. After all, I know that you all love to be there to see the royal family make their grand entrance.” She had placed some stress on the word grand and did her best not to roll her eyes. As she was walking out of the door her father’s words stopped her in her tracks.

“It would be wise of you not to mock the royal family. I would hate to see the day that your tongue is cut out of your mouth.” She let out a rather low annoyed sigh, “We all remember the ways of our king. A shame he died. I know not to mock them at all, after all they are divine people and we are blessed to be in their presence, that is if they don’t find us to be bothersome rats. After all, what is not a nobleman that said he did not like going to certain parts of the village because the air was filled with disease.” She waited for her father to say something, but is next comment caught her completely off guard. “With a tongue like that it is no wonder no male wants you.” She did not bother to make a reply to him, but simply turned on her heels and walked out of her home. What did she need a guy for, all they were going to do was break her down and subject her to some stupid role. Women were treated like prizes while others were seen as bothersome swines. Give a man enough liquor and he will make the most beautiful woman as appealing as dung. She kicked a small stone out of her path and moved for the tavern. She had worked there for a long time and had hoped that her boss would have some sense to keep the place open. One look around her told her that she was not going to be that lucky.

People were dressed in the finest things that their money could buy, while others cleaned their clothing until it looked practically knew. All she could hear was praises for how gracious the Queen was and how kind the royal family was. The fools must have forgotten about their dead king. He may be gone, but what he did would never be forgotten. She would never say it out loud, but she was glad he died. It was a shame his body could not be placed in a cage so that the weather could tear him down and the crows could pick at him. Her eyes moved away from the suck ups and over towards the people that seemed bent on staying away. Some thought them fools to miss a grand occasion as this, but she found them to be smart. If she could have her way she would stay in her room until the day passed. No her father would never have that, especially after her bought her this new dress. It was nothing magnificent and she was sure that some of the noble women would snicker at her. Try as she might she was going to have to bite her tongue and ignore anything that they said.

Just as she was turning the corner she spotted her boss locking up the tavern. The expression on her face told her boss that she was not happy. “Well don’t you look charming?” She glanced down at her outfit and shrugged her shoulders. “If you say so.” She had been waiting for him to walk past her, but then he stopped and began to mess with her outfit. “This needs to be tighter.” As he pulled on different parts of her outfit, she let out a low groan. “Why does it have to be so tight. I would like to breathe.” He did not stop until she met his standards. “You are one of my most beautiful workers. If I show you off properly then I can get more customers. More business means more coins in my pocket and possibly in yours as well.” She had been asking her boss for a while to increase her wage, but he would not. It made no sense that she had been there for so long and yet got so little. The idea of making more was enough to keep her calm and she I don’t complain about his alterations, she simply left them alone for now. “If my wage is not increased we will have a problem.” She walked beside him until they reached the palace and continued on. She did not care about the grand structure, nor did she care for the stupid people that were walking in front of her.

What did cause her to pause was the amount of food that lay on each table. There was enough to feed everyone for at least a few days. In the past people only got to get the scraps, but now they were granted the ability to have the food right as it came out of the kitchen. Some of these people had never seen food like this and she wished that it was not so. It was unfair that the higher ranked people go to eat like this and others were not. She was not interested in eating right away and started towards another part of the room. She did not care to run into the royals and was not about to eat anything or drink so that people could talk about her. The looks that she was getting from some people were enough to make her stomach twist. If they would just focus on the royal family and others then the night would be so much better. The night would be way better if her parents did not say anything to her or her boss. The only time she smiled was when her someone she knew passed her by. They looked so happy and she did not want to bring any of them down.



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My Mood: Content___ My Location: Great Hall ___Speaking to: No one___Wearing: Feast ___Kingdom: Zuiyo-Maru ___




Out Of Cookies;

[Anela Vesir]

ll Who am I with? ll Where am I? ll How do I feel? ll What do I wear? Clothes ll Bio: Quil ll


Cleaning up was never an easy job but if Quil didn’t do it… his brother and cousin would have surely been swinging from the hanging tree or gallows by now. They two were extremely… dedicated at what they did and while Quil was never quite bloodthirsty or overly indulgent in the love of the body he was extremely good at making sure that no trace of the victims were ever found. He was particular about a scene. He generally chose the location that the victims last moments were held in, he decided how long the two got to play with and destroy their quarry and he would come in afterwards to clean up. There was always a timeframe and Quil was displeased if constraints were not met as ample time was often given to the two men. He was filthy, blood covered as he finished up the job after sending the other two off so that he could work in peace.

Bodies, oh bodies were always interesting things and getting rid of them along with their effects was something that Quil had become adept at. Generally prey that had caught the eyes of his family were stripped of every shred of clothing that they had to further dehumanize them and cause them to hesitate when it came to attempts at freeing themselves, for as soon as the clothes and personal effects they were caught with were relieved of them then Quil was off to sell those things and make sure that they were quietly filtered into ships leaving the lands. It was a travel for him but it gave Colin and Dimitri time to work their magic, to keep to a good time frame that pleased Quil. Upon returning he would simply work his magic once more. It would possibly have disturbed some to know that pigs ate anything edible. Their stomachs were like iron and they digested just about anything you could possibly feed them with ease… Now Quil would never feed the pigs near his home human remains and he had promised Ved that he never would but other kingdoms or farms with pigs roaming their lands? They were fair game and what harm was it if another person had no idea that their prized sow was feeding off of a deceased woman’s leg or arm? None of the bodies he had disposed of had ever been found and when Quil could not find the time to feed the pigs there were other creatures more than willing to chomp down upon fresh flesh.

It was wagon pulled by a mule that ferried the bodies to and fro and Quil generally passed himself off as a body collector, a person who ferried bodies of paupers and the sick from street to cemetery for disposal, death after all was something no one could escape. It was normal to see Quil leading his cart along and people in normal towns taking time to cross their hearts as he passed. From time to time Quil actually pulled a legitimate job ferrying the bodies to unmarked mass graves and burning them. People died all the time. Quil was a master of death though he had never personally killed another.

Tonight though he was finally home, his bloodied clothes burned before reaching the limits of their little sanctuary, a bath taken cold beneath some waterfall. He scrubbed till he was clean from head to toe before retrieving his clothing from a hiding place. It was never easy to keep the stench of death off of a person once they dealt with it but somehow Quil managed it. Surely there was still a bit of it that came off of his skin but, a slightly different smell than that of a human, but he never reeked of it. Finally he felt human once more and found himself strolling along towards where he knew he would find Ved. He’d rounded the corner a smile upon his face… a smile which fell flat upon seeing another man with his lips on Ved’s own. Agro had called out Quil’s name in jest, truly not realizing that the male was actually standing there. He’d stared for a long moment, lip curling into a bit of a sneer before he’d taken a step backwards. The two boys had begun bickering over Agro then even as Quil pulled a sharp hunting knife from his boot. It was a gift from Ved a while back. He had been about to move forward when the two moved off, their fighting sounding out in the distance. It was the next sound that was almost music to his ears. A trap being sprung, a wet sound, a whimpered moan and it was only then that he’d stepped forward once more to lean against a tree, blue eyes brooding as he pondered how to react to the fact that A kiss had been stolen. “Sounds like trouble.” Still… he wasn’t running to help the boys was he? No. They deserved whatever punishment that the gods metted out.

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RyoRin

[Tiggerluvme]

While most of the women in town decided to focus on getting ready for the festival for the night, Tilda had other things on her mind. She needed to complete a task that would surely pull her in a lot of coins and if the chef tried to short change her she would tell her father. No one dared to mess with her and it was not because of her father. No she was known to hit a few people that crossed the line, but it was only those that deserved it. There was one guy that she wanted to hit based off of the insults that fell from his lips. The fact that he was a knight was the only thing that saved him and she was not about to strike anyone of his status. He was the only male that ever got away with such an insult, but if he ever did it again she would throw her morals out of the door and punch him in his mouth. Most women like to slap people, but a punch was way better. It turned idiots into wise men and changed vile men into Saints. Some men could find some of her habits unattractive, but she did not care. They were all weak, pathetic, incompetent morons in her eyes. She did not need their protection especially since she knew how to take care of herself. She knew her way around the kitchen and knew how to put food on the table. With this new job she was going to use the coins to buy some new equipment for her falcon and for herself.

Her time in the forest told her that it was about time for her buy some new arrow heads. They were becoming a bit dull and she was growing tired of sharpening them. A new bow would be good as well, but she could make one that was surely better than what was sold in the market. Carving was something she learned from a few people in town and even though she was not perfect she did enjoy it from time to time. Her mind never lingered over her equipment for long, especially when her falcon gave the call that told her to get moving. With her pet at her side, she could track down anything. For the most part she stuck with smaller game since she worked alone. There was no way she was going to take down anything too big, unless of course she teamed up with someone. She had tried dragging the body back once alone and out of frustration she ended up chopping it up and making multiple trips. After that day she was determined to stick to small things no matter what the pay was. The sun was going down by the time she was making her way back to the castle for pay. Most of the people that looked at her was sure to think that she was from the lower class, but that did not bother her. She liked the way that she dressed and found boy clothing to be very comfortable. If she could she would show up to the feast in men attire, but she knew better. Men clothing was perfect for hunting and dresses were perfect for feast.

The only thing that bothered her was the fact that the chef was taking so long to pay her. When he did finally show up she practically snatched the bag from him. “You know I have to change my clothing and you are taking your time. Your assistant could have paid me and I would have been on my way.” The chef knew that she was not normally grumpy and did not allow her words to bother him. “Hurry up and change, I want you to sample some of my newer meals before the others eat it up.” She knew how he felt about the lower class and was not about to pick a fight with him. “I will keep that in mind. Who knows my future husband could be one of those others, and if he enjoys your food then I know that he appreciates the finer things in life.” The look he held on his face told her that the chef was confused about how to feel. They did not linger around each other long and she parted ways with him and ran home. She had to get ready and a bit of her hoped to see the Queen make her entrance. Today was a big night especially since The Shimmering Woods Kingdom would be joining them. She had not paid attention in the past, but just maybe that kingdom would hold hope of a future husband for her.

Her clothes had been removed from her body before she could even reach her room. A quick bath was necessary and even though the water was cold she scrubbed all of the dirt off of her. There was some scented oil around and she used only a little to make herself smell nice. She never knew how women could tolerate the crap, it bothered her nose and she was sure her falcon would hate it. Her dress had been laid out for her and instead of going for an extravagant hair style she kept it rather simple. Her eyes quickly scanned her desk for the jewelry her father bought her and she found them lying next to her hunting gloves. It did not take her long to finish everything and when she was done she turned and looked at herself in the mirror. The green complimented her skin rather nicely and the jewelry was not that bad. It just took a while for her to get used to having such things on her body. She looked away from her mirror and turned her attention towards her falcon. “Horace, how do I look?” She knew that he was not going to reply, but that did not stop her from talking to him from time to time. He was her closes friend and she would hate to see anything happen to him.

As she walked out of her door she blew him a quick kiss and started for the castle. Surely most of the town would be there and maybe if she was lucky she would meet some people to do business with. It would be rather difficult especially dressed like this. Men tended to look down on females like her, and only showed some kind of favor towards her when she was dressed like a man. It took a few off guard when they found out that she was a woman, but thankfully they did not drop her. As she neared the castle the sound of the music greeted her and once she was inside it seemed as if everyone was having a grand time. Her eyes automatically began scanning the room for her father. She hoped that he would be here because she did not want any fool to come up and talk to her. Any time she was left alone at events like this, she was approached by someone that was not even worth her time. Any fool that thought she was going to give up her way of life was not worth marrying. Cooking and cleaning was fun for only so long and she was never going to agree to stand in a kitchen all day while her husband went out and enjoyed life.

Upon hearing her name, her ears perked up and she turned to see her father approaching her. The nickname he used did not bother her and she only allowed him to use it. When she was little she made faces, but now she kind of liked it. “Papa, I know how to take care of myself. Don’t worry no one dared to bother me and if they would have they would have regretted it.” She did not have any weapons on her, but she was good at using what was around her to defend herself. Her eyes moved away from him as she began looking around the room. “They all look as if they want wives that will give them children and will be thrilled to spend the rest of their lives in a prison that they call their home.” It was no secret, but she was rather picky when it came to finding someone that held her interest. “I am sure she does and she was rather lucky to find a knight like Erich.” She liked Tanja, especially since the woman did not act like most woman. That woman held a mind of her own and that was respectable in her eyes. “Maybe this year I will find someone from her land that will hold my interest.”

Her eyes moved away from her father and back towards the crowd. She stopped when she noticed that Leon was hovering around Tanja. “We may have to wait for that story since Leon is around her now.” She did not bother to mention the other knight that had joined the group. Azriel was the fool that had the nerve to insult her a while back, and granted it was not on purpose, she just could not forget. Maybe if she would have been allowed to hit him she would have been happy. It was rather sickening to hear women talk about him and even though he had all the qualities of a good husband there were some flaws. She never really had to worry since he was sure that he would never be interested in someone like her. The fact that he was unmarried told her that he possibly had some issues. The men could say that a woman unmarried was bad, but a single man was just as bad no matter who they were. “Do you want to get some wine or did you have some men in mind that you would like to introduce me to. I promise not to be harsh towards them. After all, all they want is a wife or possibly some to screw and then forget all about.” She could never tell with some men and that was why she did not bother with them.

She linked her arms with her father and started to walk with him. As she was walking it dawned on her that she did not tell him about her day. “I was able to get everything off the list and the chef paid me. I picked the best of the best and it was all thanks to Horace.” She smiled just thinking about her precious falcon. “I am going to use the coins to buy better equipment since the other things are starting to become old. With what is left I will buy some more hunting clothing.” She never really liked to buy dresses with her coins; she only did it when her father reminded her. “How was your day today? Hopefully it all went easily or will I have to shoot an arrow in someone's behind.” She did not like when people gave her father a hard time that was her duty only. After all he had done for her, it only felt right to look after him.



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My Mood: Content___ My Location: Great Hall ___Speaking to: Ser Gunnar___Wearing: Feast ___Kingdom: Zuiyo-Maru ___




RyoRin




Out Of Cookies;

[Tiggerluvme]

He needed that little trip more than anything. The sound of the victims screams were music to his ears. What his cousin did was entertaining only to a certain degree. Dimitri may love to rape women, but he enjoyed killing them. The fact that he got to kill three people really placed him on a high. Even though the mother begged for her daughter to be spared he did not listen. He enjoyed disemboweling the girl and when it came to his mother her chopped her up so slowly and even removed her eye lids so that she could not close her eyes. Her screams was perfect for his soul, but the way the father looked at him made really fueled him. Even though the man said he did not care what happened to him, Colin tortured him to the point that the man practically begged to be killed. Of course he did not do it right away, but when the man did die, Colin was fully satisfied. What happened to the remains was something he did not care about. Quil always took care of that for them and all that was left was for him to clean up. It would have been nice to stay in his victim blood, but he knew better than that.

By the time they reached their little piece of heaven, the urge to kill again had overcome him once more. He wanted to take his anger out on someone and he needed to do it quickly. Normally he would have fought off the urge, but something about being covered in blood fueled him. He needed to watch the life leave out of a person’s eye. He wanted to feel them struggle underneath them and more than anything he just wanted to bash their skull in with a rock. There were rules that they had to live by and it was those rules that drove him crazy. Who was this man to impose laws on them as if he was their king. He broke the laws in the other land and these laws meant nothing to them. He had only been good because he did not want to cause any problems. Now that he had a feel for the land he did not care for the good boy image. He was going to satisfy his craving one way or the other. First he was going to need to make sure that no one was around. He did not need anyone crashing in on his fun time. People that broke up his good times deserved to have a pole shoved up their behinds.

As he was making his way through the lands, he noticed a fire glowing from a cave. A bit of him wanted to keep walking, but something told him to check it out. One look in the cave and automatically he felt himself becoming anger. There had been rumors going around that Isambard had been selling out a few of them and he thought that it was a lie at first. People made up false rumors all the time and he was not going to go believing everything he heard. When a few people started to go missing he figured that it was wise to pay this man a little more attention. It took some time, but he was finally able to discover that the b*****d was selling people out. He was not only able to collect the reward, but sometimes the man was given the honor of killing them. This was something that he could have turned a blind eye to had he not heard that the man had his eyes on Hadria. Hadria did not mean anything to him, but he knew that his cousin cared for her. He was certain that Hadria could protect herself, but he could not take the risk. If something happened to her there was not telling what Dimitri would do. Maybe he would do nothing or maybe he would lose his mind. That was just something he could not risk. To keep everything silent he had not bothered to tell his cousins who Isambard’s next target was. He made up a lie about it being a person that everyone hated and went on as if everything was fine. As he looked in on the male he knew that know would be the perfect time to act.

Isambard seem to be enjoying his meal and to think the b*****d had a nice piece of swine and was keeping it all to himself. Well someone had said that people deserved a good final meal and Isambard had just that. “Keeping it all to yourself I see.” He did not mind the man’s look and only stopped when he was across from him. “Don’t worry I don’t want your food. I am actually here to talk about some information you gathered. After all you are the man that knows who knows everything about life and death.” By that he was referring to Isambard’s job. The man knew who was being closed in on and could tell people if they were safe or not. “I promise you I will pay your for the information I am going to gather.” He plopped down in the space next to Isambard and stared at the fire, “Do I have to worry about any of us being tracked down?” He waited for the male to answer before he went on. “I only ask because you know I heard a few people ask you if they were up next and you told them no. Then a few days later they are gone. Sometimes it is other people and sometimes it is the ones that came right to you. I was just wondering if you were selling those people out. Anyone that leaves taking your advice is never seen again.”

He knew his words were hitting Isambard’s nerves and even though the man tried to remain calm, Colin was not fooled. “I am starting to think that you are selling us out. I should have known that a man that is not wanted and with a job like yours was bound to turn on us. So tell me how much are they paying you for Hadria?” He had just finished saying her name when he noticed Isambard reaching for something. Before the man coul react, Colin slammed his dagger down into his hand, “Not so fast. You may view yourself as the god of death, but I am the one that sends people to the next life. You are nothing in my eyes, but a traitor and I am going to teach you a lesson.” He was just about to hit the man when Isambard blew something in his eyes. The temporary blindness was all Isambard needed to gain the upper hand and Colin found himself on the ground. He did not mind the few kicks to the ribs, but when the man went to kick him again, Colin grabbed his leg and brought him down. He did not bother trying to stand up, but got on top of the man and started to hit him.

The man was proving to be quite a challenge, but that did not make Colin back down. Since Isambard like to play dirty he felt only right to do the same. They had been fighting for a few minutes when Colin got a hold of his dagger and slammed it down in the man’s thigh. Instead of trying to remove it, he targeted Isambard’s other leg. He slammed his foot into the man’s knees cap and then punched him. He knew better than to wait to see if the man would get up and continued to kick him while he was done. The next time he kicked the man he brought his foot down onto the man’s collar bone and did not stop until he heard a snapping sound. When he was certain that the man was not going to be a threat he grabbed Isambard by the back of his neck and drug him towards the fire. He made sure most of the man’s face stayed over the flames until he was satisfied. “Come now, I thought you like fire, no need to struggle.” When he was done he pulled him away and removed his dagger from the men’s thigh. “Stay right here, I am going to be right back.” With that he left the cave and went towards his home.

When he returned he had a piece of rope in his hand and tied it around Isambard’s neck. The fool still had some life in him and he like that, it gave him something to look forward to once he reached his destination. He had thought about tying Isambard up to a tree, but continued dragging the man until he reached the center of the town. There was a post there and Colin proceeded to string the man up. He did not care about the people that were looking at him; he had a job to do. Once the rope was secure he stripped Isambard of all his clothing and turned to look at his face. “I should have left that side of your face in the fire a little longer. I like for things to be crispy.” He proceeded to reach into the male’s mouth and pulled out his tongue. Instead of cutting his tongue out quickly, he took his time moving the blade across it. “I once thought you a friend, but now I see I was wrong in ever trusting you. You are a liar and a wolf in sheep clothing. All you care about is yourself and I bet if you could you would turn us all on each other. It is a shame that I have allowed you to live for this long. I should have known that you could never be trusted and you may have some people fooled, but most of us know the truth. You are unfit for this world and you may think yourself a god, but I know the truth. You are nothing more than a liar and a traitor. As we all know traitors must be punished. You cannot go around ignoring the laws, Isambard.”

He began to wiggle the man’s tongue in front of him. “You will never be able to speak another lie again. I thought about chopping off your limps or even saying you in half, but that is too honorable. Someone like you deserves a death that will be laughed on. You deserved to be debased by the people you disrespected. If none of them kill you then the elements will. I am sure Agro’s hounds will nibble on you, but I am sure his hounds don’t like spoiled meat.” He brought his dagger up and carved the words traitor into Isambard’s forehead. With that he turned away from the male and made toward the tavern. He could hear some people mocking the man, but he did not care. What they did to him was their business. Once he got inside it did not take him longue to spot Dimitri and Hadria. The two were rather close as usual and he was in need of something to drink. Mead always hit the spot and once he had his mug he joined their table. Before he even spoke he placed Isambard’s tongue on the table, “You can feed that to one of your puppies when you finally get one.” He smiled at his cousin and looked at Hadria, “I see you have made yourself comfortable.” He did not bother to say anything else to her, but continued drinking. “Where is Quil? Things don’t feel right when he is not around.” He did not trust anyone in this place and if anyone ever harmed Quil he would torture them in ways that no one had ever heard of.

As he looked around the room he wondered just where their annoying self-proclaimed leader was. “Tell me did our false king make his appearance now or no?” He was not found of the man and he hoped that he had missed seeing the b*****d. If he could have he would have sawed the man in half when he first laid eyes on him. “What are we doing for the tournament? Do you want to stay here or go pick on the peasants that were left behind?” He was always up for more killing, it was a craving that could never be satisfied.



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My Mood: Content___My Location: Tavern___Speaking to; Dimitri and Haria___Wearing: Feast ___ ___Kingdom: Forgotten Lands ___




Anela Vesir




Out Of Cookies;

[Tiggerluvme]

Finally he would be able to hold his sister in his arm. Whenever she went away it felt like an eternity especially since now she was in a different kingdom. He never knew how much he was going to miss her until that b*****d came and married his sister. He was a strong knight, but that did not mean anything to him. He was a womanizer in his eyes and if the fool ever did anything to his sister he would cut his legs off and then chop off his head. Even though he had longed for such a day it never came and eventually his sister was taken from him. What made things worse was the fact that the b*****d had the nerve to allow his sister to dress like a boy. All his life he had fought with her to wear a dress and this fool came in and ruined everything. He encouraged her bad habits and that was something he would not let go of easily. The other thing that he did not like was the fact that Tanja had yet to have any children. He knew that the wo were messing around and the fact that no child had been produced caused him to believe that Erich arrows could not hit the mark. People could think that he was strong but he knew the truth, the man was a waste of a human body and deserved to die. Since he sister loved him he would settle with the man losing his knighthood.

As much as he wanted to focus on his hatred for Erich he needed to get ready. His shirt had been cleaned the night before and all that was left for him to do was fix his hair. When he was sure that everything was in order he adjusted his shirt once more and made his way out of his room. He still lived with Azriel, but stayed in separate quarters. Azriel had been out on business and instead of waiting for his friend; he went right for the feast. He knew that Azriel would appear sooner or later and a bit of him wondered just how many women would try to claim him for the night. Most women wanted him for his money and yet he was not certain what Azriel thought of them. One of these days he was going to have to find a woman for his friend. Since his sister was married it was time for Azriel to settle down. Maybe once he found someone for his friend then he would be able to focus on himself.

The moment he reached the hall his eyes began to search for his sister. There was no way he was going to leave her alone with Erich and the faster he got to her the better things would be. His legs started in the direction for her and even though he wanted to make a face at Erich he kept a calm composer. Instead of pulling his sister into a hug, he decided to play nice this time. “Hello Erich.” Now that he had gotten that out of the way he could focus on his sister. He pulled her into a hug and squeezed her somewhat tightly, “I have missed you.” His eyes wondered over her dress and he could not help, but to smile, “You look rather lovely tonight.” He was just glad that she was not in her armor or anything. This was an important night and she would have plenty of time to dress like a knight. The fact that Erich was giving Tanja over to him made him rather happy. Any time away from Erich was a good time in his eyes. He moved Tanja towards the wine table and handed her a cup of wine. “It seems like this will be another year were I will not be given a niece.” He was not trying to be mean, but was simply stating the facts. “I am sure that one day, I will have such a honor, maybe when this war is over.” He could understand if his sister wanted to wait, but still. Once she had a child then she would have to give up her duty and become a mother. His sister safety was the main thing running through his mind.

“Have you prepared for the tournament?” He was not sure how she trained since she left him. When she was around him he could monitor her progress, but now he had to hope that Erich was doing everything correctly. “If you ever want to spar we can have a quick round tomorrow. It is time I saw how your training with Erich has been going.” He was growing tired of focusing on Erich and decided to change the topic. “When will you all come up for a few days? There are a few things that have changed and I would love to show them to you.” He moved a bit closer to his sister and pushed a strand of hair out of her face. “I want you to be careful in the tournament, but know that when we are all in there you are going to lose.” He still cared for his sister, but he enjoyed picking at her from times. “I will think about going easy on you, but in the end you will be placed on your butt.” He laughed at the idea and began to drink his wine. What he really wanted to do was attack her husband first that way he could be sure that the b*****d did not win the tournament. If he won this time around he would surely become sick to his stomach.

Before he could go on he heard the voice of someone he actually liked. He turned his head slightly and smiled at Azriel. “She does look lovely in this dress and I would kill them all if they touched my sister.” He did not bother to say anything else and listened to some of Azriel’s comments. If the mountain people ever did anything to his family he would lose it. No one was allowed to harm any of his family members. At the idea of hearing Erich mentioned he took another sip of his wine. “I am sure that he is off with his friends. If you speak his name a few more times than he may just appear.” The man could never stay gone for long and that was another thing he hated out about him. From the corner of his eye he spotted Erich off talking to other people. It was only a matter of time before the man worked his way back to his wife. His thought quickly ended when Azriel made mention to Leon not having a bride. “That is funny I was going to ask you the same thing. After all you have been in need of a wife much longer than me.” He knew that he needed to get married one day, but now was not the time. No one around him caught his attention and over time he stopped looking.

“When will you find someone to marry, when you are on your death bed or does your charm push some women away?” He knew that Azriel was a charmer and that was truly what kept some people around him. Still there had to be something wrong since his friend had yet to marry. When he did find someone to marry they would have to be as strong as his sister. No weak woman would do. “Whoever takes an interest in you must be just as clever as you are and hopefully is not fragile.” He could never picture Azriel with a weak woman, but only saw him with someone that was smart or strong. His attention turned towards Gregory, Axelle, Jacinda, and Erich as they approached them. “Hello you all. It is good seeing you. Jacinda you look rather nice today. We were just talking about the tournament and who will win this year.” It was a lie, but he was not going to tell them that they were talking about marriage. He did not need to hear Erich’s opinion on the topic or any of the others. He would much prefer to focus on the tournament and mess with a few of them just for the heck of it.



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My Mood: Content___ My Location: Great Hall ___Speaking to: Tanja, Azriel, Gregory, Axelle, Jacinda, and Erich ___Wearing: Feast ___Kingdom: Zuiyo-Maru ___




RyoRin




Anela Vesir




Out Of Cookies;

[Tiggerluvme]

He always found himself feeling a bit anxious whenever he thought about the upcoming tournament. It was an honor to represent the kingdom, but even more so he was worried about letting down a lot of people. It had been a while since he last won any events and he looked forward to the idea of taking home the grand prize. Of course if he did win his focus would fall onto Arista, she was the only person that he wanted anything from. It was fate he was sure that brought them together and now it was love that kept them close. He would never allow anyone to harm them and he would do his best to make sure that she was always happy. It took him a while to realize how much he truly cared for her. For the most part he was in denial because he did not want to think about being rejected. Someone of her status deserved a person that was on her level, not someone like him. No matter what people said he would always think that she was a princess. Her throne had been taken from her and he looked forward to the day when Noella would have her head removed from her body. She was a vile woman and thinking about her caused his fist to clinch slightly. There was no way he would ever return to his home kingdom, not as long as that woman was around.

He pushed her out of his mind and began to focus on the feast. It was going to be a grand event and since another kingdom was joining them, there was bound to be a lot of fun. The knights from the other kingdom were fun to drink with and they were not stuck up like some of the other knights he had met. In fact he looked forward to talking to Erich and Tanja. Tanja had once belong to these lands and he liked her attitude. She was not a weak creature and he viewed her to be like one of the guys. Of course he would never say this to Leon, after all the man could be a bit peaky when it came to his sister. One day he was sure that Leon would accept that his sister was not fit for the typical woman role. He had to admit that it would be amusing if she won this year’s tournament. Surely then Leon would have to give up that idea of trying to keep his sister in a dress. Picturing Tanja in a dress was rare since she never really wore them. Regardless he was sure that she would like nice in them, whenever she decided to wear them.

The final touch to his attire was quickly added and he glanced himself over in the mirror. Tonight he was not going to wear his typical knight attire, but went with something that was a bit more stylish. They had been encouraged to dress nicely and he spent a nice amount on his top. It was a feeling that he would have to get use to, but none the less it did feel a bit nice. Since nothing was out of place he decided that it was time to head for the feast. There was no need to bring any of his weapons, but if anything did happen then he knew where some weapons were stashed. Nothing had ever happened before at these feasts so he was sure that everything would be fine. It did not take him long to reach the castle, since he stayed rather close. He never liked to be too far from Arista, even if the lands were safe. He had gotten into the habit of being by her side and he was not going to change that habit. The music and laughter were the first things that greeted his ear when he walked through the castle’s doors. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood and that just made the night even better.

The ladies were dressed rather nicely and he had to admit that the even the lower class seemed nice. He did not look down on them like some people did and he could tell that someone of them had put a lot of thought into their outfits. He gave smiled at someone women, but did not bother approaching them since he was more interested in finding Arista. If he did not care for Arista then he would spend the night flirting with some of the ladies and bedding the rest. Since he did care he kept his conversations short with them and tried his best not to flirt. On the occasions that he did flirt it was by accident and he made sure to never do it again. He never liked to lead women on, especially when some proved to be rather fragile. As he moved past another group of women he finally spotted Arista. Her pink dress complimented her in all the right ways and he found himself staring at for a few minutes. He moved towards her slowly and greeted her with a warm smile. “You look beautiful.” With that he took her hand and kissed it. Her skin was soft as usual and her hands were warm to the touch. He let go of her hand slowly and looked into her eyes.

“How was your day? Did they keep you busy or were you able to relax.” He was sure if she was kept busy it was nothing that she could not handle. She was a rather strong person and he loved that about her. “Stay here I will get you something to drink.” With that he moved away from her and quickly came back with their drinks. “Here you go my lady.” He took a sip of his wine and looked around to see who else was there. It would not be long before the royal family made their introduction and he looked forward to that time. Their queen was a nice woman and it was extremely nice of her to allow the lower class to join in with them on this night. So many people tried to separate themselves from them and yet she was not like them. Her qualities reminded him of the former king of the Holy Lands. He was a just man and it was a real shame that he was killed. He prayed that nothing like this would ever befall this kingdom and he would do his best to make sure that the royal family stayed safe.

“Have you picked out a dress for the tournament?” He could not help but to feel a bit curious when he thought about what she would be wearing during the tournament. She would surely look nice in whatever she wore. He was sure that she looked nice without her clothes. When he found his thoughts drifting he quickly pushed the idea aside. He would not thin of her in that way, especially since he was looking at her. “I am sure that there are a lot of people that will want to dance with you, but I claim the first dance.” He knew that it would be his, but he still liked to say it. “I wonder when the Royal Family will make its appearance known.” He was a bit hungry, but he also wanted to hear from his Queen. Her speeches were always moving and inspiring.


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My Mood: Content___ My Location: Great Hall ___Speaking to: Arista ___Wearing: Feast ___Kingdom: Zuiyo-Maru ___




Anela Vesir




Out Of Cookies;

[Tiggerluvme]

There was nothing to do in this crummy place. She was not really made that there was no action, but she did need a job. She felt like a dog begging for a bone, no a scrap of meat. The thrill of the hunt was the only thing she wanted and hunting animals was starting to get boring. Animals were predictable, humans were far from it. When they became desperate that was when the real fun took place. They always begged for their lives or they would try and attack her. Whatever they did it made her laugh and she was in need of a good laugh. Every day she sent Ed out into the forest in hopes of coming back with some kind of work for them. Each day the man came back empty handed and it made her want to punch the closest person. She was sure that there were a lot of people out there that needed to be killed. Maybe someone lost a bet or maybe a woman was a harlot, either way someone needed to die. She was not about to believe that everyone grew a conscious and started loving one another. That was a bunch of bull and it was starting to agitate her.

To keep herself calm while Ed went out she decided that it was best to just go to the tavern. Their lovely self-proclaimed stuck up leader was probably going to make an appearance as well. He never liked to stay in the shadows when such grand events were going on and she just hoped he would not talk too much. Sometimes his speeches were rather boring and she hated when he would not blabbed too much. One of these days she was going to get up and shove an apple in his mouth. For now she just bared through any of his speeches and counted the seconds in her head. When she reached the tavern though he was nowhere around and she was rather happy. Before she could celebrate he made his way in and she started to grumble. There was no way she was going to stay in his sight, just in case he tried to talk to her. As he began this time she was not really put off by what he was saying. It was rather amusing and she took a swig of her mead to his words. It would be nice if there was someone to represent then, but if that was to happen she was sure that it would back fire in some way. It was just best to mock the other kingdoms and kill them when the time came.

Once he was done speaking she moved towards the bar and filled her mug up once more. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood and she pushed off a few men that got to close. Mead tended to make the scariest of men brave. If anyone got to bold she would chop their offending hand off. There were enough prostitutes around that no man should even think about bothering her. She was in the middle of taking a swig when she felt someone grab onto her behind. It would have been forgivable if the fool would have let go, but he kept his hand there. She smacked his hand away in a rather rough manner and turned to face the drunken fool. “Do I look like one of those cheap whores?” His breath caused her to cover her nose when he spoke. “You all look the same and I am sure that you want me.” His teeth look like they were trying to run from his breath. While the gaps in his mouth confirmed that someone just jumped out because they could not take anymore. “With a breath as toxic as yours I am surprised you are this bold.” When he leaned in to kiss her she pushed his head back. “You are not even cute. I don’t know if your breath or your ugliness will kill me first.” She watched as he took another swig and went on rambling. “You are not that much of a looker. You should be honored that I am talking to you.” It took all she could not to crack him with her mug. “Who you calling ugly!” “I am talking about you.” “Don’t you dare. I saw your mother walking through her a few minutes ago and I thought it was swine walking backwards.” “Don’t you talk about my mother.” “I already did. I am sure your father smells of elderberries.”

She was not going to back down especially after he had insulted her beauty. She was not a conceited person, but no one was allowed to insult her and get away with it. “Your father sat down when he pissed.” The only time her father sat down was when he had to relieve his bowels and even then she was sure that he stood up. “Your father lacked any manly parts. If you talk about my father again, I will shove my boot up your butt.” It looked as if the man was about to say something else, but before he could open his mouth she found herself being dragged away. Her anger cooled when she noticed that it was Ed touching her. When he began to speak it was in the way that she hated. To help correct his speech she reached out and slapped him. “You were talking funny again and I am not in the mood to guess what you are saying.” The fact that they were without work again annoyed her, but she was not going to take her anger out on him. She was going to ask what took him, but she did not have to. It seemed that her friend was off having fun while she had to deal with these drunken fools. “Well my slap helped speed up the process.” More than anything she enjoyed teasing him from time to time.

He should have been use to her hitting him, especially since she used to do it a lot in the past. She was not picking on him, only having a bit of fun. The idea of him actually speaking like that caused her to think back to when they were younger and he had that little accident. “If you actually spoke like that, I may have gotten use to it by now. Thankfully my father was around so I don’t have to worry about it.” She could tell that he was being cranky and decided it was best to cheer him up. This was supposed to be a fun night and she was not going to have him in a bad mood. She sat down on his lap and began to tickle him. He may appear scary to some people, but she knew his weak spots and enjoyed tickling him. No matter how much he told her to stop she only stopped when she felt that he was back in a good mood. When the topic changed to the tournament she simply shrugged her shoulders. “No idea. I guess we can go if there is nothing to do.” She never cared for the events, but she was not going to sit around her and miss out on people killing each other.

Her attention turned away from Ed and over towards Gideon when she noticed him. She did like messing with him from time to time and tonight was one of those times. “I will be right back.” She did not bother to take her mead since she knew that Ed would not touch it. When she got close to Gideon she did not sit down in the empty seat, but plopped down on his lap. “Hey young timer care to hang out with an old timer like me.” She enjoyed teasing him and really liked to push the boundaries with him. “I promise I will be more fun than talking to our merry little leader. I will warn you that I will not be as fun as the little whores running around. A girl has a reputation to keep up.” She ran her fingers up his shirt and then pulled them away. “I wonder where are your two little lackies, I have not seen them all day. I hope they have not fallen into any traps, although it would be painful I will say that it will be entertaining at the same time.” She could not hide that fact that she liked seeing people in pain, even if her life was on the line. Inflicting pain on others was the quickest way to get her to smile. She waved for Ed to come join them and motioned for him to bring her drink.

With that she moved over into the empty chair, but made sure to stay close to Gideon. “Funny, I heard you make mention of a man. Ed was just telling me about some guy in the woods. I wonder Gid, why did you not kill him or do you like to get your hands dirty in other things.” She took her mead from Ed and downed half of the mug. “Ed what did you do with the guy you found in the woods?” She had been a bit curious just to see if he rid the world of the fool’s existence. “I pissed on him and shot him with an arrow.” She was not going to ask what arrow he used, but she could not help, but to laugh at the idea of Ed peeing on someone. “Well when you have to go, you have to go.” She turned her attention back to Gideon. “You know Ed and I decided that we would go to the tournament. Do you have any ideas for what we should do to keep ourselves entertained?” Watching the tournament would be fun for only so long and then she would need something else to do. “Try to spare me of any harsh comments I am in a rather good mood if you could not tell.” It would have been a lot better if she had a job, but it was best to not dwell on the past.

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My Mood: Content___ My Location: Tavern___Speaking to: Ed and Gideon ___Wearing: Relaxed ___Kingdom: Forgotten Lands ___




RyoRin




Out Of Cookies;

[Tiggerluvme]

Things were going just as she wanted. The children were all ready and everyone looked beautiful. There was minor things she had to correct, but for the most part they all looked nice. Of course none of them looked as good as her, but that was not the goal. If any of them were to ever outshine her then she would have the seamstress killed. The goal was to make them come close to her image of perfection and nothing more. The idea of perfection was very important to her. It was one of the reasons she hated the twins. They were from mixed blood and the fact that they were so secretive annoyed her. Jack was a pain in her side and that was why she had him locked away. Keeping him at bay would allow her control over Isa and thus would lead to a perfect night. If Isa decided to act up then she was going to make her regret it. The twins were going to learn to respect her or pay the price. At this moment it seemed as if Isa was getting the message because she had not slowed down when they were walking and the girl did not do anything that would upset her. By the time they reached the entrance to the Grand Hall she had to wait for Delphine and Sofia to appear. She preferred their company over the twins any day, but if she could have her way she would have all the king’s children killed, that way she would not have to put up with them.

She had not been waiting long when she spotted Delphine and Sofia coming towards them. Sofia was free of any imperfections, but that did not stop Noella from studying her a bit harder. If she wanted to she could have found something that was wrong with her outfit, but now was not the time. The guest had been waiting long enough and it was time for them to make their grand entrance. “Let’s try to have an enjoyable night.” She was just about to address Isa when Jack made his presence known. The idea of having a pleasant night was thrown out the window and she made sure to keep an emotionless face. Before this night was over with she was going to have that knight punished. He had been given a simple task of keeping Jack locked up and he could not even do that. Having him sent away now would be too risky. There was no telling just what stunt he would pull and she was not going to have him ruin her image. She was just going to have to tolerate him and if he got out of line during the night she would find a way to have him escorted out of the hall. “So nice of you to join us Jack.” Her tone was very cold and the look in her eyes was even colder.

Her attention turned from Jack and over towards a servant that was standing in the corner. She gave the brief command for him to go announce their presence. Once the man was out of sight she turned her attention back to the others. “Twins you will be going in first, followed by Sofia, and then Delphine.” She could hear the music die down and when the royal music was played she watched as the twins moved out of her sight. As Sofia moved out she gave Delphine one last look over and then motioned for her to go on. The sound of her name was music to her ears and stepped into the Grand Hall. There was a charming smile placed on her face as she greeted her subjects. Most of the people in the room hated her guts, but she did not care. Those that had dared to do anything in the past were quickly killed. By now most understood that it was wise not to cross her. Even though there was a smile on her face, the look in her eyes said that she was not to be toyed with. It was odd to be at this feast without her husband, but he had business to attend to and she was left to manage things while he was away.

The guest had been waiting long enough, along with the knights, and she decided that it was time to make her formal speech to everyone. Instead of sitting down she stood up and looked out on everyone. “It is a pleasure to have you all here, especially our valiant knights. I want to wish all our knights well in the upcoming tournament. No matter how you place just remember that you all are representing your kingdom. I am sure that you all will easily crush the Shimmering Woods Kingdom, but they are not our revivals this time around. Your main enemy is the Land of the Forsaken. The fools think that because they won a few events last year that they are the best, but we will show them. It is your goal to make sure they take home nothing, and I am sure that you all will not let me down.” She picked up her wine glass, “I am sure that your King would shower you all in praises, but since I am not my husband I will not speak for him. Just know that he thinks highly of you all.” She lifted her glass up, “I wish you all well and may our enemies fall at your feet.” She took a sip of her wine and placed it back on the table. “Let the feast begin.” She motioned for the entertainers to commence playing and took and sat down.

It was nice to see people enjoying themselves, but there was still something that she needed to do before she could enjoy herself. Normally she only spoke to the knights after she ate, but this was something that could not wait. She motioned for a servant to approach her and quickly informed him to go and get Rein. Once the man moved away she took a bite out of her food and waited for Rein to approach her. “No need to kneel, come closer.” Many knew that she enjoyed watching him fight and she was going to allow them to think that she was giving him additional praise, but that was not the case. As she spoke to him she made sure to keep a rather pleasant look on her face just to keep people at bay. “I am sure that you will do well in the tournament, but that is not why I have summoned you.” She was sure that Delphine and a few of the others had heard about what she was going to speak about and since they knew she could speak almost freely on the matter. “I have heard that there is a spy in our kingdom, one that would like to see my head on a plate.” There were some people in this room that would want that, but if she killed all of them, then she would have no one left to serve her. “It is no one in this room, but a peasant.” The woman was no peasant, but anyone that was not from the noble class was on the same level in her eyes. “The spies name is Cordelia, she runs the tavern that is not far from the brothel.”

She was not sure if he knew of the person, but some people in the kingdom knew her. “I am sure you know what we do with spies. Normally there is a trial and then a public hanging, but that will not be the case this time. She had her eyes on my head and now I must show her why I am not to be messed with. I grant you full access to the torture chamber. I want you to find out who else was working with her and punish them both. You will not have to worry about anyone getting in your way; I have already sent someone ahead to let them know to stay out of your way. If they get in your way then they are disrespecting me and must be punished as well. ” The idea of inflicting pain was the only reason that a minor glimmer appeared in her eye. “Tonight is your night so I will not press you to take actions tonight, but come tomorrow night; I expect the matter to be nearly resolved. I trust that you will not fail me, after all you have yet to let me down and I am sure that you are not planning to start.” She turned her attention away from him and back towards the others. “Go and enjoy your night.” With that she dismissed him from her presence and began to eat. The music was soothing to her ears and even though she was watching her servants she kept an eye on Jack and Isa.
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My Mood:Content___ My Location:Grand Hall___Speaking to: Royal Children-> Rein ___Wearing: Bow Down ___Kingdom: Holy Lands___




Anela Vesir




Kaede Hime22




RyoRin




Out Of Cookies;

[Tiggerluvme]

Having Sofia around always made her feel comfortable. It was easy to forget about Noella, but she never did that. She could not trust the woman and was not going to let her guard down. If something ever happened to Sofia she would break that woman’s neck. It was the reason why she had no problem with going to check in on Sofia. She was not going to let Noella tear her down like she had done them. Sofia deserved to be showered in praise and nothing more. More than anything, she deserved to find a man that would take her far away from this kingdom. There was no way Delphine would allow Noella to pick Sofia’s man. Anyone that Noella liked was out of the question. She could picture them trying to kill her sister or possibly abusing her and that was not going to do. Tonight she made it her goal to try and find someone that would be a good match for Sofia. If her sister held no interest in the people that was around her then she would look at the tournament. There had to be someone out there that would take care of her sister.

As they walked through the halls she listened to her sister. She had mixed feelings about Jack, but if Sofia liked him then she would not talk down about him, well not at this moment. It was not like they were going to see him any time soon and that meant that if anything they would have a tension free night. Sofia’s compliment caused her to smile, she was the only person that could give a compliment without anything attached to it. “Thank you, but I fear that my personality scares off any that try and talk to me. Seeing that you are as sweet as the chef’s pies, I am sure that they will come running to you.” The idea of having a calming night was something she longed for. It had been a while since they were able to enjoy themselves without worrying about Noella. “I agree with you, if she stays in a good mood it will be a miracle.” There was a bit more she wanted to say, but since they had reached Noella and Isa she decided to end her statement there. Later on she would talk to Sofia, but for now she was going to resume the role of being partially silent. Her smart comments would remain in check, only because other people were around and she did not want Noella to feel challenged.

Noella had barely finished her sentence when Delphine noticed Jack had arrived. His appearance was something that she had not expected, but she was not mad at him for showing up. The fact that she had to play the nice role, made her feel happy to know that Jack’s appearance alone would ruffle Noella’s feathers. Even though she liked this idea she hoped that he would not act up. The last thing anyone wanted was an angry Queen and if he pissed her off tonight she would bash his skull in. There was no real time to reflect on what was happening, Noella had motioned for a servant to announce their arrival and then she was dictating on who would walk in first. She watched as the twins moved forward and then turned her attention to Sofia. Everything looked nice on her and when Sofia left she felt Noella’s eyes fall on her. The woman never missed a chance to examine her and that was something she hated. Once she was sure that she was still presentable she moved into the hall and greeted everyone with a smile. Her smile was somewhat genuine since they had not pissed her off. The fact that there were people out there that wanted her dead made her feel a bit warm on the inside. If anyone were to ever kill Noella she would jump for joy.

When Noella walked in she did not even bother to turn and look at the woman. Her speech was cute, but it meant nothing to her. Although she did find herself wishing that her father could be here. He was not as corrupt as Noella and he was much easier to talk to. When he was around she was certain that Noella checked some of her own actions. The fact that he was away meant that she was free to do as she pleased. It would be amusing if her father made a late arrival, but she doubted that. Important matters were never resolved that quickly and all she could do was hope that he would be safe. Once Noella’s speech was over she took a sip of her wine and began to scan the crowd for possible people that Sofia could dance with. Her search was interrupted when she noticed Rein moving towards them. She had been so focused on finding someone that she had not even seen Noella summon him. As the two talked she realized just what the woman wanted from him.

There had been news that there was a spy among them, but news like that was not uncommon. Normally a guard was sent after the person and they were tortured until they confessed. It was a sight that she never saw, but she could still hear their screams. A bit of her wondered if most of the people lied just so that could be killed. Whatever the case was, all that were accused ended up dying. When news reached that there was another spy found in this mist she figured that Noella would have ordered for them to be killed already. She did not understand why Noella would want to allow a person like them to live until now. It was no secret that Noella favored Rein out of all the knights and based off his personality she could see why. He was rather charming to watch and she did like him in some ways, but the fact that Noella favored him did not sit well with her. There was no way she would want Sofia dancing with him. There were much better people in this room that could be in her sister presence and one of them was Nied. He was a bit different, but something about his mannerism was charming. Even his birds were amusing to watch. It was a shame that Rein did not act like his brother, but then again if he did she probably would not find him as interesting. Maybe this year she would give her coin to him. It would in a sense be a slap in the face to Noella, but it was still something she needed to think on.

Her eyes moved away from Rein and over towards her sister, “Do you see anyone that you want to dance with. I spot a few good people that appear to be interesting.” She was dead set now on getting someone for her sister. It would make this night even better and surely they would all forget about Noella. “There are a few knights who I am sure want to dance with you unless you want to dance with a few other people.” Her main focus was on her sister and not herself. She did not care about dancing with anyone since very few people were bold enough to even approach her. Those that did, she did not tended not to turn down unless she really hated them. Among the knights there were none that she really hated so she figured that possibly she would grant a few of them the right to a dance.






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My Mood: Content ___My Location: Grand Hall___Speaking to: Sofia___Wearing: Royalty___Kingdom: Holy Lands___




Anela Vesir



Out Of Cookies;

[Tiggerluvme]

More than anything she was hoping that Jacinda would have asked to go to a tavern or possibly just go home and relax. She was in shoes and she was certain that Jacinda would want to get out of them. Jacinda did not miss a beat and the moment the question left her mouth it was as answered with a response she was not to thrilled about. “I see.” It was the only fairly nice thing that Axelle could think of. A bit of her wanted to tell Jacinda that it was a bad idea, but at the same time she did not want to ruin her daughter’s night. A scowl was making its way onto her face, but came to a halt when she heard Gregory’s name. Her ears quickly perked up and she found herself turning her head to see just where Gregory could be. The touch of his hands caused a chill to run through her body. He was the only person that was allowed to touch her and loved the way he smelt. His smell was so relaxing and if she could she would not mind spending the majority of her day in his arms. Hunting was important and he also was busy so the times that she could touch him was very precious to her. To greet his touch she made a slightly happy sound and rested her hands on his hands. Despite her happy mood the fact still remained that Jacinda wanted to go to this feast. To make matters worse she was asking Gregory for his help. It was very rare that she ever told Gregory no and when she did she still ended up doing what he wanted.

The idea of going back to his room did make the feast seem a little better. No one said that she had to eat what the chef cooked. Gregory had all the nourishment that she ever needed. The idea of going back to his room placed a devious smirk on her face. “I like that idea.” She had completely forgotten about Jacinda’s shoes and everything else until Gregory spoke on the matter. “I can be very persuading when I want to be.” When Jacinda had moved away she found herself being turned around to look in the man’s she loved eyes. She welcomed the feel of his lips and when he pulled away she had to stop herself from going for more. “I made sure to be real careful today. I have no plans on ever leaving you, so don’t worry.” She nuzzled into his neck for a moment and then pulled away. She knew how he felt about public displays of affection and even though she did not care she respected his ways. Her head turned slightly when he mentioned that there was a question that he had to ask her. She truly had no idea what it could be, especially since they had discussed everything. Jacinda was in good shape and she was free of scars so just what could he ask her. A bit of her just hoped that it would not be on the matters of her not liking events like these. Before she could ask him anything, she noticed Jacinda and the dumb brute Erich coming their way.

The pleasant smile that was once on her face slowly gave way to a scowl. It was not that she hated Erich, but if she could she would bite him. “A wolf is never tamed and if you keep it up I will show you my wild side.” She could not help, but to growl at him. On the matters of Leon taking Tanja she wished that he would have allowed Erich to stay as well. She did not dwell on it and allowed her features to soften when Gregory mentioned that she had tamed him. A bit of her really wanted to nuzzle against him, but she stopped herself. There was no sense in allowing Erich to have anything else to say about them. She really wanted to stay out here and talk, but she knew that people were hungry and wanted to see their Queen. It was something she could do without, but she was not going to say anything about it. She hated majority of the people that were going to be in there, but the idea of Leon and Erich fighting seemed all too amusing. As they made their way into the castle she watched as Erich spoke to Jacinda and tried to focus on other things.

The noble people around her were already bothering her and she could feel their gaze. She hated feeling uncomfortable, mostly because she could not lash out. When she could say what was on her mind she felt comfortable, but here that was out of the question. Her body tensed up slightly as she passed some people and despite the look of the food, she did not want any of it. Some of the fragrances that the women were using caused her to turn her nose slightly. A flower smelled beautiful, but these women smelled as if they bathed in everything that they thought smelled appeasing. Thankfully none of her other children would have to deal with such smells; no they were safe at home probably running around or sleeping. She found herself moving a bit closer to Gregory, almost as if she was some scared puppy; truly it was a disturbing feeling. It was no secret that some of the women in this room liked Gregory, but they could not have him. If any of them tried talking to him, she would beat the crap out of them. It was enough that she had to feel uncomfortable around some of these people, but to stand by awkwardly as some woman attempted to flirt with Gregory was out of the question.

The only thing that was helping the matter was the fact that there were others of her status in the room. They had been nice to wear dresses while she had come in her hunting attire. Maybe if she knew she was going to stay at the castle she would have thought about wearing a dress. Who was she kidding she hated dresses as much as Jacinda hated wearing shoes. The dresses that these people had on were ugly and looked rather uncomfortable. If she ever was to wear a dress it had to be short and even then she was putting on something underneath. With all those sick men running around in their kingdom, there was no way she was going to make herself look like an easy target. The outfit she had on now was not that bad. It was a good thing that she decided to freshen up or else she would have some blood and dirt on her and that would surely give people something to talk about. For now the women could just talk about how wild she was and even then that was like paying her a compliment.

To keep herself cool she had thought about touching Gregory since his touch was rather calming. She stopped herself since she did not want to make Gregory feel uncomfortable. The matters of Gregory were pushed to the side when she noticed that they had moved closer to Leon, Tanja, and Azriel. Never in her life did she think that she would be around people like them. She nodded towards Leon when he greeted them and greeted Tanja with a very brief smile. “I fear that your husband is in need of a muzzle.” “Come now we were just having so much fun.” She glanced down at Erich’s hand when he touched her and stopped herself from growling. “How you deal with him is a miracle.” Her tone was not cold so she was not being mean when she talked about Erich, only stating how she felt. It seemed as if Leon was enjoying the moment for a bit.


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My Mood: Content ___My Location: Outside the Castle___Speaking to: Jacinda ___Wearing: Hunter ___Kingdom: Zuiyo-Maru ___



Anela Vesir




RyoRin




Out Of Cookies;

[Tiggerluvme]

She never liked when anyone flirted with Dimitri, he was all hers and she would not tolerate anyone crossing her. All that tried were quickly dealt with in a rather violent manner. There were days that she wished that he would do something to these women, but then again she did not. If he so much as touched them she would become angry. He was not like his cousin and she wished that he could be some days. Raping women was thing, but killing them was another thing. Maybe if he killed then she would find herself wanting to watch him work. Since he did other things she could never make herself want to watch him. The idea of him being inside another girl ticked her off and it mad her want to bash his victims skull in. Jealously was a nasty trait that she had when it came to him, but she did not care. She did not like that many people and she only cared for him. Thus she had a right to hate other females and males for the times that he decided to experiment. In an attempt to forget about his ways she decided to focus on his family. Granted she was not crazy about them, but they were tolerable. None of them crossed her so she did not have to get snappy with any of them.

“Until they arrive I am going to make the most of our time.” She moved her hips slowly against him in a rather teasing manner. She had no plans on moving from this spot and since he did not promise to be free she decided it was best to get in his head. The taste of his skin was enjoyable, but she stopped when matters turned to her job. “It was all the same. Although this time I had a bit of fun killing the b*****d. I guess killing him helped block out what you were doing.” She was not going to ask him if he enjoyed himself since she was sure that he was having fun. Before she said another word she ran her fingers into his hair and pulled him into a rather rough kiss. She was not kissing him out of affection, but mostly to see if he still tasted like his victims. As she kissed him she moved her hands against his body to see how his body would respond. A bit of her wanted to confirm that she still had him and that he did not find his victims to be more pleasuring. When she was satisfied she pulled away from him, “I cannot taste them on you so you did a good job cleaning up this time.” She liked to mess with him from time to time.

Her attention turned away from Dimitri when she noticed that some of the people were heading outside. She did not bother to check it out since Colin was making his way over towards them. What he placed on the table caused her to stare at it for a while before looking back at Colin. That tongue could not have come from their old victims because Colin would have given that to him a while ago. “Whose tongue is that?” She did not bother to touch it, but glanced back at Colin and then towards Dimitri to see if he knew what was going on. Instead of answering her questions he spoke on the matter of being comfortable. “I am always comfortable when I am in this position.” Colin was sure to know what she meant by the statement and she was not going to censor herself because he was around. She never did that for anyone and never will. Yet again the conversation turned towards the matter of Quil, but she did not bother to address it. Quil was not related to her and Dimitri could answer that if he wanted to.

In the matters regarding their leader she decided to speak up. “No idea, but I hope that he is somewhere choking on a bone.” She hated that man more than anything and if he was to die then she would dance on his grave. Having someone tell her what she could and could not do was highly annoying especially since she lived to break the law. Why some people feared him was beyond her knowledge. One of these days someone would gain the courage to kill him and when they did things would be so much better. If she was to kill him, then everyone would know it was her. No it was better to allow others to do the deed and then bask in the moments that came after it. The matter of the tournament was something that she had forgotten completely about. They were entertaining to watch, but it was during the tournament that she found the most work. When people lost bets or had too much liquor in them, jobs were always given to people like her. It was rather hard to watch anything when she was busy stalking and hiding away bodies. This year she had paid a few people to drive carriages so that she could stow the bodies away inside. There was no need to have air wholes in these chambers since the person would already be dead. The people she asked she worked with in the past and they were not going to turn on her. If they did she would kill their family first and then go after them, it was the only way she knew how to run her business.

“You all just finish raping and killing and you are already thinking about your next victims. It is no wonder I like you all.” She took a swig of her mead and gave Colin a mild smirk. She was not going to allow herself to become jealous with the idea of Dimitri raping some Lady or Lord, no she would be too busy with her own jobs. “If you decided to go to the tournament remember to stay away from my targets.” She had yet to forgive Colin for the time that he took a kill from her. They were arguing over the fool and she demanded the rights to his body. Colin gave her just what she wanted to, but he killed the person first before handing them over. If Dimitri had not been there she would have tried to strangle him. What right did he have to take any joy away from her? If he did it during this tournament she would crack his skull open. If Dimitri and his cousins did not show up then she would be able to focus strictly on work. Whenever Dimitri was around she could not help, but to have a few moments alone with him. Whatever he decided to do she would be fine with it. As she tried to focus on their conversation she could not help, but to wonder what was going on outside. Too many people had gone to the door and she was slowly convincing herself that they were either watching someone fight or watching two people kill each other. Some people never knew how to act when they got too much mead in their system.


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My Mood: Content ___My Location: Tavern___Speaking to: Dimitri and Colin___ Wearing:Relaxed___Kingdom: Forgotten Lands___




Anela Vesir




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