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 Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 5:33 pm
Elizabeth stiffened when the two vampires entered the tent. It was the scent that gave it away. She quieted down, despite the fact that she wished to comment on the werewolf’s words. She sighed deeply and scooted a little closer to her second in command. She straightened her back and looked straight forward, not offering the strangers the “gift” of her view. She refused to acknowledge their presence, as if that would make them disappear. Her anxiety, however, did show when she parted her lips in order to allow a slight quickening in her breathing.
Miluiel sighed inwardly when word reached them that they had two more guests to welcome into their home. It felt as if she was making no progress when dealing with the humans and now there were these two individuals who appeared. She leaned back slightly and sighed softly. She looked over towards Azrael and gave him a look. She leaned close to him and whispered softly. “Would you mind taking over dear?” She inquired softly. “I need a moment to… think.” She said, hoping the others would not be able to hear. Azrael had already asked the first questions. She was gland that he was stepping in so easily.
Shera whimpered softly. “Yeah. I can smell it too. C’mon, let’s get going. I don’t want to be away from mum and pop anymore. Let’s go.”
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 6:10 pm
"We are here on two accounts, brother. The first is to extend the greetings of our Mother as she rises from her sleep to lead our Houses, as well as extend an invitation of hospitality should the need arise. The second, is to find the reason humans have sought to claim sacred land for themselves, rather than be content with elsewhere" Len replied. He pulled a piece of parchment from his coat, rolled and tied with a black ribbon, setting it before Azrael.
"In writing, signed by our Mother in blood" he finished before stepping back. His eyes ran over the humans briefly, lingering slightly on Elizabeth as he caught a scent, before looking back.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 6:47 am
"Alright then," Shinn said, shaking his head to clear the scent, "we'll be there soon." He crept forward cautiously as he went around the house. When he reached the side of the house that the guest den was located, he went up to the wall and started running his clawed hand over the wood quietly. He remembered that there was a loose to plant that covered a lot of space. His claws eventually caught the board he was looking for and he pushed it aside. "Alright, go on through first," he said to his sister, "I'll be right behind you. I've gotta put the board back into place.
Azrael's ear twitched in a way that Miluiel would know that he understood. He himself was getting very tired of this, but it wouldn't do for either of them to show it. It would be better just to let her recover while he found out what the vampires were truly up to. He picked up the rolled up parchment and ran a claw down the black ribbon, before neatly cutting it off. He unraveled the scroll and started to read the letter.
Yeren wanted to interject at the two strangers claims of this being sacred land under their terms, but he kept himself in check. These strangers were definitely not to be take lightly, not to mention, he was having nagging doubts about the mandates he had only hours ago followed without question. The werewolves were intimidating but had little case to their claim apart fate granting them temporary care-takers before the mandates shifted their ownership. Something about these new people though disturbed him, but he couldn't let his discipline slide. Even the two conscripts with them were holding to it dutifully, and perhaps ought to be given some form of commendation, as far as their caste would allow it, anyway.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 8:35 pm
The Mother, Miluiel wondered. She figured the mother must have been the leader of this clan. She watched as they presented the scroll to her husband, and curiously she watched him as he accepted it. She searched his face for any signs of reaction that might lead her to a particular conclusion.
When they finally approached the house Shera climbed off of her brother’s back. She stood nearby as he searched for a way to sneak into the house. Her heart was racing. When he found it she jumped in excitement and had to stop herself from squealing. She calmed down considerably when Shinn told her to enter the building first. At first she wasn’t sure if she wanted to sneak in first, or if she wished to go in last. With a final sign and a small whine she crawled in though the wooden planks. Once inside she turned around to hold the board up so that her brother could crawl though easier. “Come on Shinn.” She said in a quiet whisper.
Elizabeth stared forward to the front of the room where Miluiel and Azrael were. She saw one of them walk up and hand something over to the leader. She felt a shiver run though her body. One she knew was not only due to seeing the creature, but she was sure she felt the horrible, freezing gaze of the other upon her. What did they want? Did they smell the other creature on her, and that gave them interest? She knew she did not want any attention from them what so ever. Absently she placed her hand over the two bite marks that were evident on her pale neck.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 3:48 pm
"There is one question we would also like to ask, on a note more personal to ourselves, but it can wait until things have finished here. Thank you for your gift of time, Brother Moon" Len spoke, bowing before walking back to his sister, the twin nobles taking a seat.
((Edit for Letter's contents))
Greetings Brothers and Sisters of the Moon.
I send this missive out to inform those outside the Inner Family that my husband has retired to his sleep, as I have risen from mine. A few things that I feel I must mention.
First: I extend a promise of hospitality to those wishing to travel to our halls.
Second: If any major transgressions have occurred in the last 4 years by the hand of one of my children. I ask that you bring it to me.
Third: I have heard reports of those of the mortal coil clashing in areas that many of the Outer Family call home. I have a desire for such information, if you are willing to share.
Fourth: There is another matter that my ambassadors might bring up, depending on how they judge you able to help. I beg your up-most cooperation with them on this matter, as it is of the highest importance to myself and many others.
-Laezul Blaewae
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 2:52 pm
((Not to be a bother, but if the text of the letter could be made available, that would be great. smile
Edit: Thank you!!))
Azrael set the letter down on the floor between himself and Miluiel, though located in a position that they could both read it from the corner of the their eyes. ."I give the gift gladly, and I thank you for your patience," he replied to the vampires. It would not likely take much longer, as the discussion with the humans had likely given as much information as could be taken.
Azrael's gaze returned to the humans. The only possible way that they could buy time to make a final decision on whether to leave or stay would be to follow the suggestion that he meet the leader of their army, though Azrael did not relish the thought of having to put his tribe's decision to be influenced by these intruders. "If we are to to discuss this matter with your leader, we would need a guide left here to guide us to your camp," he said, his voice strong and indicative that he was thinking quickly, "And we would also need to know that we were actually being heard by someone in a position to make a decision and have it be followed."
Yeren grimaced inwardly, but kept his face smooth while he nodded. Though the insistence made by the werewolf irritated a part of him, he understood the need and desire behind the demand. Bureaucracy had frequently led to the death of many a plan, but a chain of command needed to be followed. Yeren did not quite have the connections to make that request, though Elizabeth's patronage gave her a higher reaching position. "I believe we can accommodate you with a guide," Yeren agreed, reluctantly. He gestured to Canor with a pointed look. "You, remind me of your name. I assume you are not incompetent with navigation and have sufficient memory to know where the main camp is?"
Canor hid a shiver, knowing what was coming. "I am Canor Jabar-Hassan, Parivir." He responded, taking the implied, and likely unintentional insult in stride, "This place is unfamiliar territory for me, but I believe in my ability to return to camp on my own power."
"Excellent," Yeren replied, "You will remain here as their guide to our camp. Turn over your charges to the first officer you see once you reach camp with them."
Canor bowed low, in acknowledgement of the command, "I do as you command, Parivir." Canor's reply was delivered in a firm, but passive tone that completely hid the terror that he felt at the prospect of being left alone with these monsters. How could he trust the intention of these werewolves? Would there be any sort of concern for him if he never returned to camp? It did not matter; orders were orders and he had no choice in the matter. If he was charged going into a monster's belly, there was nothing to do but hope it helped his nation to be successful. For whatever good that would bring him.
Shinn stepped forward and squeezed through the space in the wall. It took a few moments of squirming to get through, however, as Shinn's shoulders were wider that he had thought they were. Once through he turned to Shera and nodded to the doorway to the main chamber. "Not far now," he whispered to her.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 9:33 pm
Miluiel glanced in the direction of the letter and scanned it with her sharp, almond shaped eyes. Her forehead wrinkled slightly at the note as thoughts raced through her mind. This passed quickly as she realized, however, that her distraction from their previous guests could come off as rude. She did not wish to offend them. As it seemed though, their meeting with the humans was quickly coming to an end.
Elizabeth shot Yeren a venomous glance as he spoke up, but quickly realized that he was right. That if they were to leave this place unharmed then they needed to give into the demands of their host. As it was she figured they were lucky that their throats had not been sliced out. She followed her second in command’s gaze to the young man who had been captured with them. She nodded in silent agreement to Yeren’s words. She would have demanded the same thing from the boy. “So then, by saying this may I assume that we are dismissed and aloud to return to our camp?” Elizabeth asked with all the dignity and strength she could muster. She hated working with these monsters.
Shera climbed off her brother’s shoulders and took to the ground on all fours. She looked in the direction he had insisted and nodded in response. She could already hear the voices beyond. She felt a shivering chill run up her spine as she and her brother crept forward. She was curious if her parents would know that she was there, or if they would be hidden and no one would know. She sneaked forward and poked her nose through the doorway sheet. Her heart was racing. As she stuck her snout through her first reaction was to retract it quickly. The smell beyond was foreign and unpleasant. The humans, or at least that was the assumed scent she picked up, did not smell as she had expected. They had a certain pungency which she had only experienced in the cave.
(Hey there guys! I am so sorry for my continued absence! I hate holding up the rp! I don’t really see this getting much better, so feel free to direct my characters around. I have a lot of things going on in my life right now. Sorry! Thanks for understanding!)
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 9:32 am
((Skip the nobles, nothing for them to say or do. Death it's your turn.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 3:12 pm
Azrael looked at the one that was to be left as a guide. The young man's fear was well kept, even his eyes barely registered a minimum amount of concern, but he could still smell the fear he was hiding. His gaze shifted back to the two leaders. "There is nothing to hold you here. I am assume that your camp is anxious to see your return," Azrael replied gesturing them toward the entrance flap.
Yeren rose, and delivered a curt, but suitably respectful bow. However detestful these beasts were, he would at least show his people's civility at their parting. They turned and left building, leaving Canor behind.
Sighing, once the majority of the strangers left, Azrael's gaze returned to the young man. He scanned the human for a long moment, noting that this human seemed a little thin for his own good, and his clothing and equipment were in disrepair. "Tell me, Canor, you do not look to be peers with your compatriots. I am guessing that the word... Pareveer, is a title of distinction among your people?"
Canor blinked in surprise at the inquiry, particularly by the creature having taken such a notice of him, and had bothered to hear his name. "W-well," he stammered, his veneer of control slipping as he searched unsuccessfully for some title to address his questioner, "Parivir, are the fighters and protectors of our domain. They are the those chosen to present our glory to the gods and others. I am Low-born, a commoner. Nothing needs to be said about me." Why did he want to know this?
Azrael chuckled, "You've no need to be so nervous. We have no reason to harm you, nor any desire to. Be at ease." Something about Canor's answer seemed like a line spoken by rote. "You answer makes me curious, however. What makes one Low-born. Are your people stringent on their breeding?"
Shinn nudged Shera gently over once she had taken a sniff of the room, and poked his ear at the corner of the entrance, listening to the conversation going on. The strange words that were being used, confused him however, though it made him a bit more secure to hear that his father didn't really know what he was talking about either.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 7:49 pm
Len absently watched Yeren and Elizabeth depart, a grin spreading across his face as they disappeared from sight. Lia shuddered hungrily at his side, tongue licking her lips.
"His blood, so full of arrogance and disdain for those beneath him, like a fine wine" Len commented, placing his hand on the back of his sister's neck to calm her.
"That girl, she'd be almost as tasty, if not for someone beating us to her. You saw those bites, you smelt her blood" Lia replied softly, eyes closing like a cat being petted, an almost drunken expression on her face.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 9:38 am
Canor blinked in surprise at Azrael's comment on "breeding." It took him a moment to process what he implied, and tried to find a way to respond.
"No and yes. To be Low-born is to be born of no trade," Canor said simply, "My worth is yet to be determined."
Azrael shrugged, "That doesn't tell me much, but if that is your reckoning then I cannot change it." Even the blind could see the young man's position was determined by something deeper then social convention, but the terminology seemed tenuous to Azrael. He'd ask more of Canor later.
Turning to the two vampires, Azrael's face grew serious again. He overheard their words, but made no comment. He trusted them to contain themselves.
"Returning to the matter at hand. Given what's going on, we may have to take up your Lady's offer of hospitality, if only to reinforce the friendships of old," Azrael said, "But I believe you wished to ask something of me?
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 8:25 pm
Len looked to their host, nodding.
"I do not know how far back your traditions remember, so I will explain a bit. You may know that our kind does not procreate by changing humans, as so many of us do. The only exceptions to this are our Bloodchiefs, the most revered of our kind for their strength in blood dances, and their ability to create bloodlines. They also do not gain strength in our darker magics, though they may dabble, and instead remain in the full glory of blood magics, one of the reasons that only Mother or Father can best them in a dance" Len explained.
"Bloodchiefs are important, doubly so when they are found to be the sole survivors of a bloodline that had been massacred. You may or may not have heard of the Blaewings, or their unfortunate fate. We are looking for Alunn Blaewing, survivor of the massacre and Bloodchief. Any information, or more importantly anything we might use to establish his scent among ourselves and the rest of those sent for him. We are to assure you that the rewards will be more than substantial." Lia finished her part of the explanation and relaxed, laying back and closing her eyes, content to allow her brother to finish the any conversation.
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