Roleplaying Samples

[Pen Name_AB]

These are my roleplaying samples since more and more people are asking for them and I don't wish to make them up on the spot unless I'm in a creative mood. These are mine and I swear if you steal them I will hunt you down and make you wish you hadn't...

[Pen Name_AB]

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♬ Tonight I'm so alone
♪ This sorrow takes a hold
♬ Don't leave me here so cold
♪ Never want to be so cold

☂Velvela sat in her dark and cold room, doing what she normally did: play with her umbrella. It was either that or read or just look outside the window. But right now, she felt like playing with her silly not-so-much-a-toy toy. Her room would've been warm, like the others, if she didn't leave the window open to feel the crisp cold of the winter snow outside. How she even managed to stand the temperature in just her tank top and skirt with leggings, the other children never understood. But she did it, and for that reason she was always cool to the touch. Even in the summer when it got pretty warm.

The only source of light in the room was coming from outside. Other than that, it would've been as dark as night in Velvela's room since she had the light off. She always had the light off. Which would explain why her night vision was so well. She never needed to turn a light on in the whole house whenever she wanted to take a nightly stroll around. She could just see where things were with her deeply colored green eyes. This odd feature, that and staying in the dark all the time as well as her pretty....black and grey attire gave her the nickname 'The Dark One' among the other children. Not that she minded of course, it was just a name. Plus it was a fun game for the others. They'd be playing in the hall way, either with balls or just chasing each other when they got tired of the snow; then they'd see her coming down the hall way. They'd stop what they were doing and look at her, all staring before one would yell "It's the Dark One!' and they'd run into the nearest room, trying to be as quiet as they could be. Of course soon one would laugh and the game was over when Velvela turned to look at where the laugh came from, catching the one who laughed since they'd be poking their head out of the room to see if she saw them. Then that would end the game and they'd go back to what they were doing.

Velvela kept at her....um strange 'toy' until she heard laughing at her door. She let out a small sigh, her breath visible against the chilled air around it. She got up from her sitting against her pillows with her knees pulled up (very unlady-like when in a skirt, not like she cared) and went to her door. She propped her umbrella onto her shoulder as she opened it, seeing two children fall face first onto her floor. Obviously they'd been listening in to hear what she was doing. As soon as the cold air hit them, they scrambled to get up and ran away to a warmer room. That was when she saw Mitskui walk down the hall way toward the main room. As usual the girl was smiling brightly and this made Velvela frown. Sometimes she would wonder to herself if the smile was genuine or not. But then she'd shrug it off and continue on in her day.

But not today. Today Velvela just felt the urge to give the girl some company. Even if she wasn't going to necessarily speak herself. So she followed to the girl, seeing her in the main room turning away from the glass and continuing down her merry-way. Velvela followed. She soon began to wonder why this girl would wander toward the basement. No other child really step foot in it since it was old and creepy. And dark. Velvela recalled going down there a few times only because it was in fact dark. But she followed anyway, stepping into the basement without hesitation. "Might I ask what you're doing down here?" Velvela voiced in her soft and calm tone. She looked around the basement, not seeing really anything out of the ordinary. Why would Mitsuki wish to come down here?☂

I'm falling in the black ♬
Slipping through the cracks ♪
Falling to the depths can I ever go back ♬
Dreaming of the way it used to be ♪
Can you hear me ♬

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Uriel or Sam as he was called by his mother, stood on the roof of their wooden house in the middle of the woods. It was cloudy from the storm about to happen, Uriel could smell it in the air. How could he smell it you might ask. Well Uriel was a werewolf, that's right a person that shared his soul with a wolf half and could shift into that wolf form. But he could do it whenever he wanted unlike the stereotypes going around about them. They could shift in the morning as well as the night. They just couldn't resist letting their wolf out during the full moon nor three days before or after. Which was where the stereotypes came from. Humans were just strange creatures.

Uriel sniffed the air again, trying to see if there was any game nearby for a hunt. Their meat reserves were running low and he'd rather hunt now when no humans from the nearby village that stood next to the woods was around to try and shoot arrows at him. So today, he had free game for the...uh game. The wind blew, making the tail of Uriel's cloak float in the breeze. And he smiled against the wind, closing his eyes as the crisp air brought him the smell of the forest; and also the smell of a deer. He let out a low whine to let his mother, inside the house, know that he found a scent. With that, he gripped the roof with his long claw-like nails (it came with being a werewolf in human form) and jumped off the roof. He shifted into his wolf-form mid-air and landed on the ground on four paws. And with that he was off to find his game.

Uriel wasn't the best hunter in the world, he wouldn't lie and tell you he was. He'd seen real wolves (by real wolves he means wolves that couldn't shift) and they out matched his skills by a long shot. But he was also pretty good, he got into a primitive "hunting mode" and just felt himself go into the simple mindset of a wolf. There were no complicated thoughts that came with a human or anything. He was just a wolf. And he loved it.

He followed the scent of the deer to where it was, his paws falling silent against the forest's floor as he stalked up to it. He lowered his body to the ground, his blue eyes watching every movement of his prey as it just grazed under the trees that were starting to shield it from the rain. Since when did it start raining? Uriel just shrugged it off, not bothering with it since none of the cool liquid hit his skin thanks to his thick and warm white fur that came with his wolf form. Luck for him, no drops hit his nose and broke his concentration. He just stalked closer....and closer...and closer to his prey. Until....He lept for the kill from a line of ferns that concealed him from the deer's sight, aiming his open jaws lined with razor sharp teeth at it's neck for a quick kill.

But then as soon as he felt himself come close enough to touch his nose to the fur of the deer, a light sprang up, blinding him. He closed his eyes, letting out a growl of displeasure as his feet hit ground again, his claws scrapping against the wood under his paws....Wait...Wood? His blue eyes shot open and he looked down, seeing a wooden floor under his feet instead of the soft, lush floor of the woods. He pulled his head up quickly, looking around in a panic to see himself in a house that he didn't recognize. His nose was picking up smells of someone he didn't know, blood, plants that he wouldn't have come across in the woods he lived in. His heart was racing and his ears began to stand crooked to the side, forming a wide V out of fear, his tail completely straight instead of relaxed and trembling and his eyes were wide as he continued to look around.

He then noticed that someone else was in the room and he turned to her, baring his teeth and leaving some distance between them. He let out a low growl of warning, his eyes flashing dangerously but also showed his fear for what was going on. He was so confused and just didn't know what to do but let his wolf protect him from this person who might potentially harm him.

[Pen Name_AB]

ℓєσɴɒя∂σ ɒɴgєℓ ¢яσѕѕ
тнє ℓυxяɒy

♡Leonardo checked his book bag, making sure that the file of evidence against his foster dad was still in there. He was of age so he could finally move out. His foster dad finally held no hold over him. Leonardo was free! He was his own man now! And he could do whatever he wanted. The first thing he was going to do as a free man was going to make sure that man who called himself a "father" got what was coming to him. Hopefully he'd be put in jail or something. Just some place away from children. So he couldn't hurt them again. He made sure he was packed again; not that he really had to, he didn't have much to his name. His "dad" made sure of that. He checked to make sure he had the file again and zipped up his book bag and let out a shaky breath. He would've been lying if he said he wasn't nervous. This was his first time on his own. Sort of. Sure he cooked, cleaned, and looked after the other children. But he also had the help of the other older children. He wouldn't have help this time around.

He shook his head, putting on the usual smile he held on his lips, brushing some hair from his face as he put the book bag onto his shoulder. He had said his good-byes already to the children and his foster mom and they were waiting in the other room for one more round of kisses. He took in a deep breathe and walked out of his shared room. He walked down the hallway of the familiar house and toward the front room, feeling his heart race with nervousness and anticipation. When he finally did reach the front room, he was met with silence. And he saw why.

His foster father was standing there in the front of the group, waiting for Leonardo. Leonardo froze, feeling his heart stop for a moment as the man stared at him. Then it hit him: the scent of alcohol. He swallowed hard, his deep blue eyes landing on the bottle of jack he had in his hands. And it was almost gone. How much had he drank? "So I heard from a lil' bird that you, Leo, had something against me to 'prove' I been abusing my kids." He slurred badly, Leonardo's heart going faster. "Where did he hear that? Did one of the kids let it slip on accident?" He thought to himself, shaking his head at his "dad." "All I have here are my clothes and-" "Liar!" With that he advanced on Leonardo, hand out to grab at his bag. But in his drunkness, he was a bit off balance. So instead he grabbed onto Leonardo's black long sleeved shirt. "Let go!" He pushed him away from him, his "dad" stumbling back slightly, just enough for Leonardo to dart towards the door.

He ran away from his foster father as fast as he could, the man right behind him. He didn't know how he kept up with him since the man was drunk. But he managed. Leonardo tried to think of ways out that didn't run into dead ends, which weren't many, especially in the part of town they lived in. So he mainly just ran in a straight line, trying to dodge and move around the people that were out and about. He bumped into a few, having to quickly say his 'sorrys' before quickly on his way. His "dad" on the other hand just bum rushed right through the people, not stopping. Apparently, as Leonardo just learned, this man could run pretty well for a drunk. Even if his balance was off. Must be because he was pissed off.

Finally Leonardo saw a way out and took it, taking a few sharp corners and going in circles in hopes of losing his "dad." No good. He kept up with him, if anything Leonardo just put a bit more distance between the two of them. But he was starting to get tired and it was starting to get harder to breathe. He didn't know how much longer his dad could go on since he was drunk. Any other day, he would've given up already. But not today. Just his luck. But Leonardo pushed on, even if his lungs screamed for oxygen that burned whenever he took it in and his muscles felt like they were on fire from the distance they had carried him.

He cut another corner and ran right into something. Before he could see what it was, there was a blinding light, making him squeeze his eyes shut. When he finally opened them, he opened them to a shriek, jumping up to his paws. Wait...paws? He looked down, seeing black front paws and blue back paws. Something flicking from side to side caught his attention. A tail? A tail with a yellow star none the less. He blinked, his gold and red eyes widening. He was a luxray! But he couldn't freak out about it now, as he saw his foster father come from around the corner. His back pack was laying not far from him so Leonardo pounced on it, letting out a low growl that he didn't know he could muster as he glared at anybody that came near him, digging claws into the material of the pack as he laid on it. His foster father came over, panting but glaring down at him. "Listen 'ere you stupid 'uxray, get off dat pack!" He slurred, trying to pick Leonardo up by the scruff of his neck. Something came over the now turned pokemon because he quickly turned his head and sank sharp teeth into the man's hand, only letting go when the man pulled away with all his might. A group of men came over, seeming to search for something and Leonardo turned to them, letting out a roar that stopped them in their tracks. He didn't know why he was acting so much like this but he was. His mind was just stuck on protecting that pack at all costs.

"Damn 'uxray. I need dat bag." sharp ears picked up his "dad" say, holding his bleeding hand to him, though not showing any sign that it was hurting him. His "dad" then looked at the group, pointing at Leonardo who was still growling, his eyes flashing in the light. "Think ya'll can help me get my pack back?"♡

[Pen Name_AB]

𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔴𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔢
☼Pureblood Demon by day☼
☪Demon Rider by night☪

Blake tried to muffle a yawn he wanted to so badly let out. This was probably the most boring class of the day for him: History. He didn't mind Literature, or even Algebra but honestly, this class just killed his buzz from exercising last class. He was almost tempted to get up and use his abilities as a pureblood and tell the teacher to just go and give them a free day. But then he'd basically be like every other demon pureblood that used their abilities against those weaker than them. And he seriously didn't want to be like them. He actually had morals. And a conscience. Really the only thing that kept him awake in the class was the fact that he had Cara right outside the window as he was seated at the edge of the class (most purebloods preferred the middle of the class to be surrounded by their followers while he himself liked the seats by the windows) and the massive black panther, whose head kept poking from under the window frame to check on her rider, kept sending waves of energy through their link to keep the boy awake. The last thing they needed was for Blake to get yelled at at home because he fell asleep at this blasted Academy and waste time for their riding.

Although, even with the energies he was receiving, Blake was about to drop his head onto his desk. He didn't know why, but Demon History just either made him sick to his stomach or just made him want to take a nap. When the sensations of sleep became too much, his hand shot up, stopping the teacher from his lecturing. "Yes Mr. Hawthorne." "May I use the restroom real quick?" He asked, already standing up from his seat without receiving a confirmation from the teacher. An advantage to being a pureblood was that, basically, you could do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted. Unless it was deemed "unappropriated" by society. But other than that, purebloods could really get away with murder and nobody would say anything. That's how pampered and highly held in society. It was sad to do that just because of "blood status" as it was called, that's what Blake thought but nobody really thought the same so nothing could really be done.

Blake made his way out of the classroom, not even waiting for a pass from the teacher. He really didn't need one, the staff in the Academy seeming to trust purebloods more than the other students. After all, if they didn't come back, they'd have to hear it from their parents and not the staff. It was all about image for the purebloods in their society. That's why purebloods always wore fine clothing, even the school while others wore just jeans and t-shirts; Blake was forced to wear dress pants and button up shirts. It was ridiculous. Especially when he just wanted to get through his years without much going on and being dressed so nicely just screamed "pureblood." Sure pureblood demons had this aura of power around them plus their eyes were either a red-violet or a red tingled with purple or blue, but the clothes just confirmed it. You could hide your aura by containing it with charms or pulling it towards you and you could mask your eye color but when your parents dropped you off at school every morning, you couldn't really change your clothes. And so Blake had to deal with fakes, girls that just wanted to be with him for his "status" and everything. It was bothering him to no end. Because it never seemed to end. And that's why Blake sometimes pulled these little stunts, slipping from class with permission to go and hang out with Cara for a bit. It really was his only stress reliever and helped him get through the day.

He walked through the halls of the school, most of which were abandoned because of the fact that others were still held in class. He held his hands in his black dress pants' pockets, his head down as he looked at the floor as he walked which cast his deep red hair to fall into his eyes to mask them. Not the proper way to walk as a pureblood but nobody was looking so what was the point of holding up the look? He walked through the double doors that revealed the way to the tables that some of the other students sat at when they ate their lunch. Sometimes on good days, students wouldn't sit in the lunch room and instead sit outside at this metal and wooden picnic tables. Some students hung out here for study hall if they had it but for some reason, when Blake looked up to see if anybody was around, nobody was around. He just shrugged it off though, stepping outside and into the grasses of the campus with his nice black dress shoes. He let out a low whistle to call Cara, the massive black panther appearing from around the school in no time. She stalked up to Blake, giant paws treading silently in the grass as they carried a muscular but slender figure of the cat toward her rider. Finally in front of him, anybody could see how much larger this cat was compared to Blake, the panther coming up to his shoulders on all four paws! Anybody else would have probably freaked out and ran if they saw Cara coming up to them, as mounts weren't really allowed on campus but purebloods made sure to keep them away from the staff and other students. So no trouble broke out, especially between two mounts. But with only four other purebloods in the whole Academy, Cara staying away from the others' mounts wasn't really a problem. Especially with how deep of a connection the two held.

Blake reached his hand up, a small smile on his lips as he patted the cat's head, scratching behind her ear and then rubbing under her jaw. All of which Cara leaned into, purring happily as she sat her rump down with her black tail held up, flicking and curling happily. "Yeah...I missed you too." He said softly, in a tone of voice no demon would ever really be heard saying in public or even toward another creature unless it was their mount if they were purebloods. But sometimes Blake thought he was the only one who really spoke so softly and sweetly to his mount, since the others really just kept them around to show them off. Cara and Blake really were an odd couple.

Blake only stopped petting Cara when he heard noises nearby: loud laughing. Cara and Blake both turned their heads toward the laughing, wondering who that had come from. Blake looked at Cara, the panther looking back at Blake, them both moving in sync with each other due to the bond they shared as Rider and Mount. "Go on, I'll check it out. I'll whistle if I need you." He said to Cara, the panther nodding once before giving Blake a quick lick to his cheek. She stood to her feet and trotted off to lay under a tree for shade as Blake turned and started his way to where the laughing came from. As he got closer and closer, he could hear the voices of several demons, sometimes cutting each other off or insulting each other. It confused him for a moment before he actually got to see what was going on. A group of demons, mostly guys, picking on a girl. A girl with pink hair. Blake shook his head and stepped forward but kept up a cool and relaxed stance: hands in his pockets with his head held high, his red hair in his face to mask his eyes sort of so the color wasn't seen as easily. As far as the demons were concerned, he was like them, not a pureblood. "Get kicks off of picking on lil' girls?" He accused them, speaking clearly in a smooth velvety voice that was lace with some edge.

[Pen Name_AB]

נɒʂσи яσмɒи נɒмɘʂ
"Now I'm Standing in the Cold"
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❅Jason walked out of his cabin/room of the ferry. He walked down the hallway, soon finding himself outside. It was pretty early in the morning still, the sun just coming up across the open water. He yawned to himself, shaking his unusual white head and casting even more unusual white eyes out across the water. He walked toward the railing of the ferry, leaning against it as he gazed into the blue water. The orange sun making it sparkle a bit of green. He was lost in thought for a moment before looking around. It didn’t look like anybody else was around so he decided now would be a good time to let his pokemon stretch their legs. Pokemon were allowed to be let out of their balls anytime on the ferry, even roam around as long as they didn’t cause trouble. Jason just had an odd team, especially with since he had an Absol which was a pokemon said to cause disasters and weren’t trusted, a Lucario which was an aura pokemon and one of the few that could actually communicate with people. That feature alone kept most people away from the pokemon and his trainer for some reason. And then there was Jason’s Infernape which was just a trickster who honestly, Jason couldn’t blame people for wanting to stay away from. Not to mention there was Jason’s overall appearance: white hair was uncommon to most as they’ve mostly only seen blonde and his very unusual white eyes. They weren’t even a pale blue; they were icy blue, a kind of blue that had no color to them. So most people on the ferry kept away from him.

He reach onto his belt, pulling up his three pokeballs. ”Come on, time to stretch your legs without weird looks.” He said to himself, tossing the balls up so they’d open. A red ray shot out of each pokeball, landing on the ground and melting into the form of his pokemon. Soon they appeared and the pokeballs returned to hands, strinking down for him to attach them magnetically to his belt. Dakota, his Absol who stood almost four feet tall, stretched like a cat before shaking her white coat out. Her red eyes flashed in the morning sun as did the blade out of her head and her bladed tail. Atabus, his Lucario who was also almost four feet tall, blinked against the sudden light and held a hand to block it out. He looked around, stretching his arms over his head once his own red eyes adjusted to the light of the sun. Aries, his Infernape, another pokemon almost four feet, did some shadowboxing to get energized before bouncing from foot to foot then hand to hand, letting out some noises the pokemon made. After they were adjusted to being out of their pokeballs, it seemed to set in that they were free to move about. Aries made excited noises and leaped onto the railing of an upper balcony to hang off of like a monkey, swinging from it with his hands or feet or tail. ”Don’t go running off Aries. I don’t need you causing trouble…damned trickster.”

Dakota moved over to set her sharply clawed paws onto the railing and look over the ocean like Jason had done a few moments ago, enjoying the view as she leaned into the boy’s figure a bit. When she got bored of the view, she closed her red eyes and rubbed her head against his arm and side at which he started to pet her gently. ”Yeah, I missed you too. Sorry for keeping you in your pokeballs the whole trip; but with these close quarters, I don’t need somebody causing problems ‘cause their superstitious about Absols.” He explained to the pokemon, who starred up in understanding at the boy. She nuzzled his arm and side a bit more, him petting her under her chin (a sweet spot) in response. Dakota leaned into his pets a bit more and Jason just smiled.

Atabus on the other hand stretched and took up a seat on one of the many lawn chairs that was laid out, relaxing in the morning sun. He watched Dakota and Jason together with a bit of interest as they usually acted like this together. Jason acquired him not long after starting his journey so Atabus knew how close the two were. He didn’t have to gaze at their aura to either, nobody had to. He stopped looking at them, closing his head and turned his black and blue muzzle toward the rising sun, enjoying the warmth it brought. They all stayed like that for a while: Jason petting Dakota, Atabus relaxing under the rising sun, and Aries being a goof-ball.

”Jason? Oh my god, it is you!” Jason heard a familiar voice say and he groaned inwardly, turning to see his neighbor rushing over to him with her Raichu on her shoulder like usual.❅

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"Atomic Winter in My Soul From the Absence of the Sun"

[Pen Name_AB]

𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔞 𝔥𝔞𝔴𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔢

†Velvela woke up early only because she was so excited to be going back home. She knew that they wouldn't get back to the Johto region till later but she was still excited. So she got up early everyday on their ferry from the excitement. She got up, went about her daily routine of getting ready before exiting her room. She walked down the hallway and out onto the deck of the boat. Once she saw the rising sun, she grinned and let out her Raichu. She would've let out her other two pokemon but they didn't like to be waken up so early in the morning. Usually she'd let them out this early to find them still asleep. it was a little funny, or at least to her. With her Raichu out, the energetic mouse pokemon running around a bit before climbing up onto Velvela's shoulders with her lightning bolt of a tail wrapped around her neck loosely, Velvela set off to her usual morning walks around the boat's deck.

She saw a white haired boy off in the distance, leaning against the railing with an Absol close beside him. She blinked, walking closer to bet a better look at the boy. She then heard the taunting noises of an Infernape, her attention leaving the boy for a moment to look up at the pokemon and back at the boy. She thought she recognized him. "Jason?" She asked, walking closer to get a better look at the boy. Soon she was close enough to confirm that it was Jason, her neighbor from Cherrygrove City back in Johto and she got excited. "Oh my god, it is you!" She exclaimed loudly, smiling brightly at the boy as she stood in front of him. "How have you been? Wow I haven't seen you in forever." She giggled happily, looking down at Dakota when she felt Escence lean down her shoulder a bit to look at the pokemon. "Dakota! It's great to see you! I see Jason is taking good care of you like usual." She said happily, moving to pet the pokemon only to have it move away from her a bit. But Velvela wasn't hurt, instead she turned her attention back to Jason.

"I've been fine. And of course I take care of Dakota. She's my pokemon." Velvela heard Jason say a bit defensively. "What do you want anyway?"

At this Velvela just smiled and stretched her gloved arms toward the sky. "I'm out for a stroll. I always walk this early in the morning. It's good for your health and very relaxing. What are you doing out? I haven't seen you on this ferry."

Jason rolled his eyes a bit at her. "That's because I keep to myself."

Velvela pouted a bit. "Jason, Jason, Jason." She said, shaking her head a bit disapprovingly as she put her hands on her hips. "You should be more social! A good friend or two wouldn't hurt you!"

"I have friends....Aries, Atabus and Dakota."

"They don't count, they're pokemon. I meant human friends and you know it. Yes they're friends and all but friends you can't really train now can you?" She teased him with a light tap to his nose, at which he blinked, making a face of distaste to the teasing tap. He shook his white head and grumbled something that Velvela couldn't hear so she just shrugged it off and looked out toward the sea.†

[Pen Name_AB]

яσмαη ѕтαяк нαωтнσяηє
тнє ∂ємση яι∂єя

Roman just nodded at Victoria when she excused herself from their presence. He kept moved so that both his arms were around Cara's neck like she was a beloved dog rather than a war animal like she was supposed to be. He steered her gently toward one of the seats that sat against the wall of the ball room. He sat down and pulled her close to him, her forehead resting against his forehead. It was a position that worked in calming Cara the easiest. It worked because it helped Cara focus only on Roman and so calmed her.

By the time that Roman got Cara calmed down, James had come over to talk to him. With his white tiger Tempest, who Cara wasn't so fond of either. Roman pulled his forehead from Cara's and looked up at his brother, frowning at the sight of him. Cara saw Tempest and growled at him, her body tensing as she angled herself so that she was ready just in case the slightly larger cat jumped at her like he did a few times before. "So dear brother," He said, some edge added to his voice. "Looks like we're going to be spending some time together...A lot of time together." Roman clinched his teeth together as he glared up at his older brother, a growl in the back of his throat that he tried to keep down so that those around them wouldn’t hear them. It wasn’t proper to be hostile in public, at least at gatherings, and with how his family worshiping James, Roman would just be blamed for any confrontation. Which was what usually happened so Roman tried to keep the venom and edge out of his voice so that James wouldn’t jump him and Tempest wouldn’t jump Cara. ”Yes….looks like we will be. Though I doubt you’ll be anywhere near me nor seen with me. Your pride won’t allow it.” James’ usually cool eyes hardened for a bit; Roman had hit a nerve. James was always about appearances and his pride, his ego. Bring that down and you basically ruin that man. And James just being related to Roman was a chip off his ego, being seen with him was just like he was brought down a level just from Roman’s laid back and uncaring persona. James glared at Roman a bit before his eyes went back to their usual cool appearance. ”Oh don’t worry, I do believe that if we are seen together in public, Tempest would be more than happy to keep your beloved Cara in line.” He threatened, using Roman’s soft spot for his mount against him. Roman glared up at him with a fiery hatred as the proud General James Hawthorne turned on his heel and stalked away into the crowd with his white tiger in toll. Roman let a bit of his growl slip when he sighed, finally unclinching his jaw. ”Remind me to let you have a go at him when Tempest isn’t around.” He sent mentally to Cara. ”With pleasure.” She hissed, her piercing blue eyes glued the white hide of Tempest, the tiger she so longed to maul till the brink of death. Not kill him but just so near death that the proud tiger would see that she was a force to reckon with.

Cara sat closely to Roman, pressing the top of her head against his chest in attempts to calm the angry demon down. She began to purr gently and rub her head gently against him, Roman not lasting long in holding out against this show of affection. He soon caved, his hard gave dropping and his own growl disappearing as he looked down at Cara with a raised eyebrow. ”What in the gods’ name are you doing?” He questioned, which was met by no response but Cara continuing her actions of affection. If anything she just pressed a bit harder against his chest, her tail starting to flick and curl with happiness and delight as she could smell her Rider more easily now and she was scent-marking him as her own. A Mount always found their Rider’s scent the most wonderful thing in the world, there was nothing close in comparison to it: no flowers, no amount of food no matter how well prepared, and definitely no amount of blood smelt as good. Whenever a Mount got close to their Rider, like Cara was now to Roman, and they could really smell their scent, it was like heaven. There was nothing else there but Cara and Roman and her very core was filled with his smell; pure delight. Roman, once Cara entered this comatose-like state, had issues getting her off of him or away from him so he just let her do her thing, petting her with both his hands down her neck to her shoulders before starting over again. He never knew why she liked doing this to him, all he knew was that it just made her extremely happy and that was good enough for him.

Roman looked up from Cara when Victoria came over, jumping to the conclusion she wanted to pet Cara again, he was shocked when she asked about James. He let out a hmph noise and looked away from her, glaring red eyes toward the direction James was standing. It wasn’t that hard the spot him, he had a massive white tiger sitting next to him as he spoke. ”What’s to tell? I’m pretty sure what you think about him is pretty accurate to how he is: an egotistic a** hole who’s so full of pride he’d let those die around him before he admitted he was wrong.” He growled, the hatred for his brother heard very clearly in his voice as there was an edge that could most likely cut through steel. Cara continued her rubbing, pressing harder against Roman’s chest so now his back was securely against the back of the chair he was sitting in. ”Lil’ further Cara, I think you might crush me to death with just your head.” He lightly joked, not really having any issues breathing but she didn’t lighten up on her rubbing, keeping him securely against the back of the chair. Roman tried to push against the panther but she held steady, Roman’s attempts failures. ”Oof. Whoever created Mounts to be stronger than Riders was stupid. We should at least have the ability to get you off of us.” Roman chuckled gently, giving up in trying to push Cara away and just resumed petting her like he was before.

The Demon Queen thought for a moment about the proposal her sister Queen spoke of, tapping her nails against the stitching of her wooden cushioned chair. ”Yes that’s good. And the others will live in one of my spare lodgings. At least we will be able to keep them monitored at all times. And if things get out at hand, at least the nobles are trained to take care of themselves at least long enough before we can step in. Let’s just hope that this settles more disputes than starts them.” She said, stopping her tapping and resting her elbow on her arm rest, her cheek laid against her fist in thought. She really hoped that this worked so that both kingdoms could get along. If the Vampires could get along with the Lycans, why couldn’t Demons get along with Vampires?