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With Eola ----- v

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Asher slithered about, casting his husky blue eyes about, peering through the curtain of gold at nothing in particular. He should find something or someone. Why he wasn't sure...



The black mamba anthro slithered silently and quickly into the shop. Without a sound he slithered towards to Eola, his hands shooting out to grip the edges of the couch. He let a small hiss come past his lips as he said, "Boo." He settled close in comfort range with his coils.


"Hellos..." he chuckled as she called him a scary man. He wasn't that scary was he? By the looks of her amused smile, he would say not.

"How do you fare?" He asked, giving a little flicker of tongue.

Asher smiled. "I would love to ssit with thee." He coiled up on the couch, watching her with his husky eyes.

Asher smiled. "I'm not sure what has brought me here...perhaps I missed seeing your lovely face?"


Asher smiled, pleased she liked his wording. He studied her take a drink of water, debating himself on grabbing himself a bottle. "Such a pretty thing shouldn't be alone." He murmured softly.


He chuckled. "I will be right back. I do not wish to steal your water from you." He murmured, uncoiling from the couch and moving with his usual speed and flowing grace to the kitchen to fetch his own water. He returned with his own bottle, tossing it from hand to hand, watching it before husky blue settled over Eola. "Simply paying you a compliment tis all."

"You are beautiful. You seem to doubt that though I could be mistaken?" He coiled back into his invited spot.

"But?" He gently prompted.

He reached out to touch her hair, playing with before he leaned in to sniff it, his own tongue flicking out to casually catch her near the ear.


He chuckled as she jerked back. He didn't mean for it to tickle, though when one's a snake, the tongue doesn't always listen to the owner.

Asher chuckled as he mirrored her movements, twirling a lock before the hand trailed to rest about her jaw, thumb feathering it gently as he stared at her.

Asher was thinking of something, though he wasn't going to be too bold, so he kept his thoughts to himself.


Asher blinked once, twice, before his own hand slid behind her neck and pulled her deeper into the kiss, his tail moving to coil with hers.

Arioch smiled as he placed a soft kiss on her jawline, glancing at her as though seeking permission to do so.


He stiffened. He knew that look too well. He kept his hair where it was, concealing his right side, his tail uncurling from hers. He swallowed a little....he had found comfort when he had been with Anita and Jean-Claude...but he knew them..he trusted them. Here, a beautiful viper lay withen his grasp, giving him the same look of curiousty he had seen from Anita when he had first met her..

Fear flirted with his eyes. Would she accept him also?

He shook his head, making the golden curtain come alive. "It is not your fault, ma cherie...more mine. I should have known before if you could accept before doing anything."

He slipped off the couch, seemingly kneeling before her. If he was to be rejected, he wasn't sure what he would do...He would rather be else where...somewhere more secluded... "Is there anywhere we can go that we cannot be risked being caught?"


Asher smiled gently. "Anywhere from public view." He wanted to show her why he was mentioning caught, why he wore his hair the way he did, why she felt his 'scales' above his waist... he didn't want to be rejected by her....

Alone. That was often she felt as she wandered the realms, seeking something but never finding what she sought. Often she had asked for companionship. Every time it was denied her through someone's death, all for a cursed blade that enjoyed taking a life. Would she ever find comfort in friendship?

She shook her head, causing the cascade of raven curls to move like a living curtain. Her crimson eyes pierced through the horizon, her hand upon the black blade’s hilt. Why had she been stuck with this merciless killer? This demon? She was stuck with the rune sword as it was the last of her home, her lands…yet it was all a reminder of where she came from, the fate that was sealed.

All of Melnibone had been destroyed... Destroyed by Chaos’ enemy Law. Just recalling the awful memories of bloodshed and death caused tears to her eyes. Even if she wasn’t wholly accepted by the people, she still considered them family…because they were her blood. She had been pure Melnibonean before the vampire incident. Her grandfather’s slaying before her eyes, her form hidden…She kept seeing the act before her eyes no matter what she did. No matter what she did to appease it, the memory would forever haunt her.

Tears blinded her view. The light armor she wore made whipping them away a little difficult so she settled for removing them with her hands. She was young… no more then 18 years of age. She continued whipping away tears, settling for kneeling down to just cry. She didn’t care if she had found herself in the middle of a beach, kneeling so close to the waves that one or two had actually washed up to surround her. The tears left warm trails down her cheeks letting the paleness of her skin glisten.

When she could finally get to a sniffling point, something rolled to knock into her booted foot. With a sniff, she looked down near her foot, discovering what appeared to be an orb mildly drifting with the tide. There was something with it though…a message. Delicately, she lifted the orb into her fingertips, oblivious of still being in the water.

Upon hearing your troubles in the real world I have sent one of my own to watch over you, but you must take care of it in return. Enclosed in that box is a orb shaped crystal that will show you your dreams and solidify them into a guardian. I will be paying you a visit when I can, to make sure you are properly suited.

The Goblin King


Raven couldn’t believe her luck. Someone had sent this….little glistening sphere to her just to show her, her dreams? “Impossible…” The word slipped from her lips. Did she have dreams? Desire was more like it…. She had dreamed and wished for a friend…A crystal who could solidify into a guardian?

One might as well find out right? She stayed where she was, examining the little crystal, watching the swirling colors of reds and golds. There was something about it that felt alive…similar to the sword she carried. However, it wasn’t the same. This didn’t feel evil compared to the sword. Perhaps she would give it a chance and thank this goblin king personally should she ever meet him.

Asher sat at his desk, scribbling away in a journal. His golden mane had been pushed back, revealing the scars on the right side. He was alone in this room, away from public sight. Candles were settled on the large desk he was seated at. Soft music flowed from where a rather modern stereo played soft music. For a moment, he closed his husky blue eyes, listening to rhythm of the music as it wrapped around his soul. The sweet scent of vanilla drifted in. Nathaniel’s scent. A smile curved the lush mouth of the mamba as he remembered giving the room up for a moment or two for Anita and Nathaniel. Not that he complained much a bout it.

Upon returning to his writing, Asher sensed something was different. It felt like his room but it also felt as though something were watching him. Immediately he shifted his head, sending the golden curls to cascade in front of his face. “Who’s there?” he asked softly. He turned his gaze to the opened window, seeing nothing there. Frowning, Asher left his desk to close the window.

When he turned around to survey his surroundings, something twinkled on his bed, nestled in the overlaying fur throw. “What the-“ he paused in mid sentence, gliding towards his bed to lift whatever it was the glittered on his bed. What lay now in his hands was a crystal orb of swirling blues. Curiosity entered his brain as well as caution…

Raven had wandered the vast land until she came into view of a tavern inn. She had little money to offer, however, she needed to rest. She was wary from the harsh traveling she had done.

Her feet ached and she was sure there were blisters on the ball of her feet. Her legs hurt so much she had wanted to cry from the pain. She was in need of a hot bath and a good night’s rest. She felt grimy and slimy and just not wanting to be touched. Maybe the crystal would like a hot bath too? she wondered.

She walked towards the tavern door, stopping just before it so she could search her pockets for anything that might be valuable enough to be accepted. She had the few pieces of gold from past travels, a jewel or two and then her grandfather’s ring. That she wouldn’t give up. Neither would she give up the hell-blade for anything, as much as she’d like to.

“I suppose I will have to settle for a gold coin to spare,” she murmured as she pushed the tavern door open. Her strange appearance caused a light stirring amongst the customers already inside and seated. She supposed it was a bit odd to find someone with long pointy ears, pale skin, black hair, crimson eyes, clad in black, carrying a hidden crystal and a long runesword.

“Oh dear,” she whispered to herself, trying not to seem too strange. The tender was nice enough to motion her forward, too which her feet moved. “I would like a room with a hot bath and a hot meal, please?” She requested slipping the gold piece forward. The tender picked the piece up and bit it to see if it was real. Satisfied, he nodded and said he’d get right on it, disappearing for a few minutes only to return with a key to her room.

She thanked him and headed towards the inn part of the tavern, unlocking the door and going in. She closed the door and looked around, glad she had gotten the place. Now she could get sleep in some comfort. The hard ground could only be good to someone for a limit time, before her hips barked in protest. She would wait for her bath to arrive…

Asher woke up, his hand going straight to his head as an oncomming migraine struck him. The lights didn't bother him as there were no lights to strike his sensitive eyes. However sound was there...very clear.

He groaned as he sat up. The crystal that had been in his hand rolled out to get into his lap. One hand moved freely to touch the orb as he lifted it and looked into it. "I'll be fine...It's just a migraine. I suppose if you stay at my side I'll be even better."

The crystal wiggled in his hand as it rolled up to bury itself in his golden hair. "I think I should name you Julianna...She loved playing with my hair and your coloration reminds me of her eyes..."