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 Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 8:02 pm
=============================FORTITUDEXXXXXXXXXXXXXXRank: PrincessXXXXXXXXXXXXXXLocation:The Garden XXXXXXXXXXXXXXOoC: no. ============================= She was overwhelmed.
All her senses seemed to be sent into a wild blazing inferno as his grasp tightened around her petite frame. Fandral's masculine scent seemed whirl around in her head, making the recently bored Angel now more awake than ever. His every touch seemed to awaken some sensation within her body and god was it more wonderful than she could remember. The area around them no longer mattered to her, the flora and fauna that grew at eye level and above seemed to be muted by the extraordinary sight before her. A sly smile stayed plastered upon her lips as the female did nothing but gaze down at her recent prisoner. He reached and brushed her hair back behind her sensitive ears, causing her to continue to rise to some sort of edge of rational thinking. A sigh escaped her lips as she kept her head lowered towards his, feeling his warm slightly labored breaths against her cool skin.
His rich, gruff voice seemed to wrap around her every thought, one of the few things left that seemed to be keeping her attention still on his words that would otherwise be empty. A faint blush washed over her cheeks at the mention of old times. Such a broad brush to cover so many topics: joint assassinations at dawn, the termination of beasts from fields, and by far one of her favorite stories their first dragon. So many old feelings and thoughts continued to bubble to the front of her mind about her old friend. . .companion. . .lover. She never was able to peg down what the two of them were, it was always act first, and ask questions later if you weren't busy acting.
Her thoughts drifted for a moment before she snapped back to his attention while has had slowly stroked the small of her back. She arched her back in response, pressing herself towards him for a brief moment before returning closer than ever, her lips lightly grazing his ear as she spoke in a slightly hushed tone. "I don't apologize." a smile played upon her lips as she lightly kissed his upper neck and leaned back maybe several inches or so, still saying closer than ever to his features. She smiled at him and smoothly wrapped her arms around his neck, clasping them behind him as he continued to speak in that tone just seemed to echo in her head.
She closed her eyes for a moment and smiled, caught off guard by his sudden moving form she tightened her grasp around him as he slowly sat up, continuing to speak to her. Her head was reeling with thoughts of pleasure and excitement, and it was about this time that she realised that Fandral probably would have his way with her. Like hell though if she was going to let him get anything without a fight. As she was about to respond she felt his lips on the crook of her neck, strategically planting kisses in her--well known to him-- more sensitive spots. Alex gasped again, tilting her head back slightly only to feel his hand suddenly at the back of her head, pulling her towards him. She looked into his glassy eyes and felt like could almost see the passion that would soon be driving his every waking movement.
”I’d like to get back to the kissing.”
before she could protest-- not that she would-- she found herself lost again in one of the more earth shattering kisses she felt of her life as he suddenly forced himself upon her with more passion than before. Her toes curled slightly under the cover of her leather boots as the roguish princess responded but biting down on his lower lip softly, cheeks once again flushed. She laughed and tightened her arms around his neck, locking him against her when suddenly she felt the cold, hard earth against her back. Her breathing hitched for a moment as he immediately pressed his chest down upon her, supporting her neck with his hand and holding her body up to his by her upper thigh. Even through her pants his touch sent a fiery feeling to her very core, only making her thoughts run more wild than expected. Her arms found their way to his back where she dug her nails into his skin, again initiating a passion-fueled kiss, probably with enough repressed lust to fill her several years at sea, but not enough to fulfill it-- Not even close.
She could feel his displeasure at her pulling away and the fact she had that power only seemed to fuel her more. Her lips traveled from his own to his upper neck, to just above his collar bone where she lightly bite down on his skin. The princess had forgotten by then that she was in public, and had forgotten that she had overheard at least 6 other royals on her way out. God knows she didn't care anymore, that was at least until she realised just how wet her back was getting from the dew on the ground, which wouldn't have been a problem if she didn't a white shirt that would surely soak. the female sighed and leaned back from his neck reluctantly, once again abruptly stopping her display of affection. "Perhaps we head somewhere less. . . public, then?" she mused in a voice laced with velvet, once again returning to kissing his muscular neck. She grinned and slowly moved back up, taking only a moment to pause and look at her successful captor before once again turning world upside down in fiery kiss and cutting off any notion he had to add or say.
Her arms scratched against his back before returning to his neck where she hooked her forearms together, almost hanging around him as if she had no other choice. Once again tossing any logical thought process she had away as she suddenly breached his lips and took what she had wanted to taste for sometime. She moaned softly at her own success and felt her arms pull apart and once again rake against his back, slowly pressing herself against his already close frame. She had wanted him so bad that she felt like her clothes were putting a mile-long distance between them. There was just too much space, at all times, and it was beginning to make her ache. once again she pulled back, this time in a much more labored movement than the last and unhitched her arms, taking her left arm and pressing it back against his chest with a substantial amount of strength, forcing him to move back again (even if he had let her push him up reluctantly). "And by perhaps, I meant we should." She was able to say in between breathes as the two sat up in the center of the garden, shaded by several tall hedges and shrubbery.
Even though Alex had been trying for the last few minutes to coax Fandral to a new location, she couldn't find herself willing enough to break their embrace for too long. They had already been apart for almost 3 years and dammit she wasn't done yet. She sighed and leaned forward again, cupping his face in her slender and smooth palms, still just as passionate as ever. With that motion she stood up slowly and lead him to do the same. upon standing, Fandral still towered over the tall and slender female, making their surprising rendezvous all the more fun. she hooked her arms around his neck once again, making it appear as if she was hanging from his frame, Her body pressed against his as she once again felt the warmth of his whole being against hers, making her well aware of what he wanted to do and how he felt at this very moment. Catching herself for a third time going against her suggestion to move to a difference place, she once again unhooked their locked lips. "Dammit I mean it!" She said laughing slightly, ruining the serious tone of her voice. Her passionate breaths were still painstakingly obvious,"But lend me a minute. Already I have been disregarded once today for not wearing proper attire. I would not dare risk it twice." She said, one hand still softly caressing his face as she referred to her current attire.
She stepped off to the side once more, returning to the place where she had originally perched herself. she bent down, knowingly presenting her back to fandral, as she gracefully lifted up her dress from the bench where she had once again swiftly slipped back into its hold. It hugged her every curve and made every crevice and peak of her body stand out until the gown branched out at her waist into a small and light-weight explosion of fabric. The way It hung on her body making her appear all the more angelic than she actually was as she moved her golden tress of hair over her shoulder. In the time she put on her dress, she was able to calm herself down just enough to make it to wherever the hell they were going, but no more. "In the mean time, would you mind lending a damsel in distress a hand? I'll forever be your debt." She sardonically mused referring to the ribbon tie at the small of her back, her tone once again smooth and sweet as it was when she first spoke to him. She stood on edge, awaiting the eager male's touch. Alex could tell by the slight stir in footsteps behind her that he had already started making his way in her direction, or at least she thought so. Her senses were still on fire, and she was having a hard enough time telling left from right and the slight teasing she was doing was also wearing a number on her. But she was determent to not let him have his way so easily, no matter how bad she truly did want it.
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 10:49 am
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 xxxxxxx xxxxxxxx xxxx xxxxxxxxxxx✠ ══════════════════════════════════════════ ✠ Were his mind not worrying about other details besides the current situation, Altonair would have noted his own relief upon hearing the slight appraisal from Madelyne. Granted, Naedira had not divulged much information to her apparently, but the few words she did utter spoke volumes of reassurance to the prince. There was far too little information to make a concrete answer of comfortability, but at least ill feelings between the two of them had not been made.
But why would she have any ill feelings towards him in the first place? He gave her no reasons to dislike him at any point in their engagement, save perhaps for his secrecy regarding his detestable envy and family matters. That knowledge was to be expected to be withheld though, and it wasn't as if she knew he was hiding it. So why did he worry about such a thing? His own worries sometimes boggled his mind, but that was to be expected for dark prince.
"I see. Thank the Gods no amount of contempt has arisen between the princess and I as of yet." he breathed out, his relief prominent in his tone. "Though I will admit, my concerns are most likely unneeded. Lady Naedira seems to be a very a compassionate woman, and you are a very blessed person to have her as your sibling, you and your brother."
Their brisk pace had slowed to a much more leisurely pace at Princess Madelyne's accord, allowing the prince a brief moment to finally take notice of the surrounding flora. While not a gardener himself at all, the sight around him was enough to show why Evony enjoys accompaniment in the gardens. It was quite calming, taking in the colors and smells for that brief moment.
He never spent a great deal of time by himself within the gardens of Castle Envy, but he would probably find himself visiting it much more often when he returned to his own kingdom. Evony usually liked to spend time there when she wasn't with Nathaniel or himself, or back when Max was still alive. Rosalie sometimes followed her into the green labyrinth, but for the most part, it was Evony by herself. Even then, her ability to speak to the plants kept her from going lonely. Altonair found it hard not to envy her and her innocence, but her current state of shock and theft of innocence did worry him. She would hopefully be fine with some more rest, but Altonair planned to make it up to her at some point later.
A familiar tint of dark hair stood juxtaposed among some foliage, taking the prince a short amount of time to realize that it belonged to Naedira. "It appears your sister has returned, and she seems to be feeling much better now." he said to Princess Madelyne, motioning over to her sibling.
He raised an arm and waved over to Princess Naedira, calling out her name. "Princess Naedira! Over here! Feeling better?" he questioned aloud, his tone forced into a cheery disposition. His pace, however, did not change as he and Princess Madelyne slowly made their way to her. "Friendliness seems to run in your family quite well. Your sister has been enjoyable company, but I fear my desire to talk may make her go mad."
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 6:06 pm
Rank: Youngest Princess
Kingdom: Wrath
Location: Soren, Lucas, Jasper and Lincoln//Alone//Lincoln, Corrine and Kirios
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Even with out looking to her brother she could feel his uneasiness with her using her private way of communicating with him. Considering she had not missed the way he’d glanced at her when she’d first stepped out of her bed chambers dressed in her night gown. Had she been aware of such a meeting she would have dressed appropriately. But as she was completely unaware and even more so of the fact that there would be a complete stranger in their midst she could not be held accountable for the attire that clad her slender form. She was actually quiet surprised that he did not force her to go back into her chambers till she came out in better attire. However he did not and for that she was thankful. Then again she could not old it against him for she was his baby sister. It was his duty to look after her.
Mishka’s mind didn’t linger on it for much longer as she adjusted her shawl and wondered why he was so uneasy with her using her telepathy and it was bothering her. It was apart of her the same as her siren. Neither half she could turn off or remove. Yes it was not the most common way for her to communicate with him but it was the only way she could find out what she needed to know after earlier. Especially after how he’d left her and her twin. He’d left her puzzled and worried. When his voice entered her mind she couldn’t stop herself from looking back at him. Her brows knitting together as her pale pools looked on with concern.
The harshness and the we’re-not-going-to-further-this kind of tone he had felt like a harsh slap to the face. His words where a tad sharper than she’d expected and she instantly let the link fall and adjusted her shawl around her shoulders. Deep down she knew he had not meant it to come across that way so she tried to hide the frown that attempted to tug at the corners of her mouth. Instead turning her attention back toward her cousin.
As she waited for her to answer her, however her attention was stolen from her kin and turned toward her cousin’s companion. The male apologized and issued his introduction which brought a smile and a small giggle from her lips, the siren melody weaving softly with her cords. It was barely there but there none the less. She nodded to him in kind as she slipped into a curtsey. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Kirios. I’m Princess Mishka of Wrath.” She uttered as she finally raised her head and once again resuming her poised posture. It seemed that her siren would not behave this eve. As she tried her best to turn the volume of the enchanting melody down. Calling forth her human blood, even though it was a nothing in comparison to the siren’s.
Mishka in truth wouldn’t care too much about the siren, well if it was not for her cousin and for Jasper. Often she’d use her voice to get her way but not when it came to those who she loved. She put her family above her own desires. She cursed herself for being of siren descent and that she always found her inner seductress was always attracted to men of power. It was as if it had a sort of radar for such men and she was sure that Kirios was one but she would not, could not allow herself to let the temptress free. So the young princess bit her tongue. Using her love for her cousin and Jasper to keep her siren at bay.
Yet her attention was pulled away from the General and toward her kinship as Lincoln moved forward, approaching the other man. Her brows knitted together as her pools fell to his hand that rested upon the hilt of his sword. What was going on? She was tempted to call out to him, to find out what was going on, but halted any forward motion of her mind seeking his. While she wasn’t angered by her sibling for being so sharp with her earlier (even though she was sure that was not what he’d meant to do). She was however hurt. Mishka turned her gaze toward Corrine wondering if she had a clue as to what was going on. Yet it would seem she was going to get no answer before Lincoln began to speak to Kirios.
Mishka could see her brother’s hesitation. What was going on? She’d never seen her eldest sibling behave in such a way. It was as if he was anticipating an attack. One that she was oblivious too. Her pools raised toward Kirios. He did not seem to be a threat. Well at least right now. She was sure that he was on the battle field. Yet right now he just seemed as confused as she was. Then it was all revealed and everything, including his mood earlier and his swift departure from her and Lucas. Mishka’s hand rose to her lips as her large blue jewels flickered toward Kirios. He was loyal to Justice but was it to the imposter or the true heir?
The princess watched closely. Waiting what felt like an eternity for the General to make a move. She saw the corner of his mouth raise slowly. Was he smiling? Her eyes grew wide as he said that he could kiss her brother. A slow breath left her lungs. There would be no blood spilled. Her brother was a talented fighter and she had no doubt in his abilities. However she was sure that the general was just as accomplished as her kin. Relief washed over her and she released a heavy sigh as she looked toward her brother just as Corrine nearly attacked her brother. Sheer excitement held her features and Mishka couldn’t help but smile.
Yet her smile was short lived as her own mind turned back to her …pairing. “If only I were so lucky.” She muttered, her annoyance not lost on those who heard her speak. The prince of Fortitude that she’d been matched with before she returned to her home was constantly at the back of her mind. Reminding her of the future that she was bound to. It made the daughter of wrath feel ill and left a terrible taste in her mouth.
She could remember the promise that her brother had made her that there would be no wedding yet as time dredged on, she found herself loosing hope. Mishka tried to force the smile back upon her lips. She wanted to be happy for her cousin. And she was but she couldn’t move past her own damnation. Even attempting to look on the bright side of the arrangement helped little now. It was not just that it was her enemy, nor that her heart belonged to Jasper, it had more to do with his position with in his kingdom.
He was a nobody. If she was going to be forced to marry she wanted to at least have some power. She was a princess of Wrath she wasn’t meant to marry some mere prince who would never have a shot at the title. It infuriated her and her father that Veritas had the gal to even think such a match was plausible. The old man obviously had either one to many drinks or had clearly a senial old bat and needed to be put out of his misery. She cared not that he was offering the kingdoms safety with in his walls. All they were were play things to amuse the god.
The princess cleared her throat and moved to Corrine and gave the other woman a hug. “Congratulations Cousin. Now I’m sure you and my brother can find suitable partners. Or--” Her pools flickered toward Kirios. “Someone to pass the time with.” Her siren melody managed to wiggle its way back out, wrapping heavily around her cords as she embraced her cousin. Letting go of the other woman she gave her a warm smile. Yet even as she smiled she cursed at herself for not having a better control over her voice let alone her teasing nature. She hoped that Corrine would not be angered or embarrassed. Stepping away from them. “Well I do believe we should celebrate your good news cousin and yours General Kirios. I’ll go dress in more appropriate clothing and we can.” She uttered and curtsied as she turned around.
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 7:37 pm
 Where: Hallway
With: Sokar
Micah could not believe what she had done. Running into him. She should have been paying attention to where she was going and not be lost in thought. She could feel the heat of the man’s stare as he looked down at her only to quickly look away which only caused the young princess of lust to blush more. His voice, was gravelly and something she wasn’t use to hearing. Or perhaps it was the way he spoke that seemed so unusually to her as she looked back up toward him giving him a smile as he asked if she was hurt. “No. I’m perfectly fine. A bit embarrassed but fine.” She replied giving him a nod to reassure him.
Her silver pools once again fell to examine his clothing. It was so tight. She was able to see each muscle that rippled with each movement and breath he took. It was almost hypnotic and the Lustian princess found that she was finding pleasure in looking upon his body. What are you thinking Micah? Snap out of it! She told herself and pressed her lips together her silver pools falling to the ring that she had yet to remove from her finger. Her heart clenched in her throat reminding her of all that came into her life would surely befall some terrible fate.
Clearing her throat as she heard him ask her about the kitchen. She swallowed hard and looked up at him, smiling nervously. “Alright thank you so much…What’s your name?” She asked tilting her head slightly to the side. “I’m princess Micah of Lust.” She murmured to him and waited for his response. Wondering just who he was. She hadn’t seen him before so naturally her curiosity rose. A small moment of panic washed over her. Could he be a member of Hubris? No doubt the entire family was aware of what she’d done and who she was. They would likely want revenge---a life for a life. Now the princess was hesitant in taking the strangers aid.
Yet would one of Hubris allow a servant to dress in such…tight garments? Her silver pools never left his face, trying to judged just who he was or if he was a threat to her personally. Yet she found none. She just prayed that if he was some threat to her she would be able to defend herself. She was well versed with a sword and other sort of weapons but she was sure that there were others out there that were better than her. Micah pushed the thoughts from her mind as her stomach growled. The blush that she’d just managed to calm picked back up again as her palm pressed against her flat belly. “Sorry.” She whispered.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 5:28 pm
James Greene Kingdom: Fortitude
Rank: Prince
Location: Quarters The young prince looked over to his sword, which was hanging with his belt on a stand. He considered sharpening it; it had been awhile since he had. Eventually pushing the thought from his head, he sat at his chair in his desk and sighed. What was there to do in such a place? James usually kept himself busy by performing duties around the house, such as skinning a catch, checking on the local town, or boiling his water so he could drink it later. However, all of that would be done by servants now, he assumed. So what was there to do, really? Perhaps he could refine his archery skills, or work on his swordsmanship. It now seemed that the royal life already seemed too boring for his tastes.
After merely sitting there for another five minutes and watching the flame on his candle wick and flutter, he decided that it might be best to merely turn in for the night. Standing, he walked over to his bed. Placing his fingers around the hem of his shirt, he was getting ready to remove it when he suddenly heard… singing? It seemed rather close by. Pausing, eyebrows knit together in confusion, James looked around. Just what on earth could that be? He tried to follow the sound – he initially tried the hallway, but no luck – the sound only got lower.
The acoustics of the castle were throwing him off greatly – he couldn’t seem to locate the sound. Could it be from outside? But it was too close for that… or what it? Briskly walking over to his window, the unlatched the shutter and opened it. Looking down, he found a group of young girls, and one with a rather strange hair color. It was blue – he had never seen someone with blue hair before. His eyebrow arched – what a curious sight. Finally, the blue-haired girl came to a stopping point, and James asked,
“Having fun?” the inquiry was coy, yet it hopefully caught her attention. His eyes scanned the crowd curiously. James wondered briefly if this was some sort of ‘welcome to the castle’ game. More likely, however, it was probably just a group of goofy girls having fun. ((OOC: Very late and crappy post. I apologize.))
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 1:04 am
Kingdom: Wrath
Rank: Prince
Location: upstairs -> bedroom -> garden
Mood: anger, calm, relaxed, then redface I don't believe in fate or destiny.
I believe in various degrees of hatred, paranoia, and abandonment.
However much of that gets heaped upon you doesn't matter -
it's only a matter of how much you can take and what it does to you.
--Henry RollinsStefan was more concerned with listening for any hidden insults that he barely heard what Alex was actually saying to him. That and the fact she had curled her arm around his. He knew it was necessary, he knew it was polite, and he knew any well-bred person would go with it. But it just bothered him so much that he couldn’t focus on anything but the feel of her arm.
The large man was just not used to touching, it made him highly uncomfortable, regardless of sex or intent of the other person. Even when it came to his siblings, he felt slightly queasy or had a crawling feeling under his skin at something so innocuous as a one-armed hug. He would suffer it and show no discomfort, for he knew it was wrong to feel that way, but it just never went away regardless.
Upon their arrival to what seemed to be where more of the private rooms were, he heard a bit of what Alex said, but none of it got through to him at the moment. Added to that he thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye and was absolutely and completely out of it when Alex kissed him, lucky for her. A vicious backswing would have been her payment had she tried it when he’d been paying attention, and when he finally did realize what had happened, she was all ready gone.
Feeling disgusting (not a reflection on the Princess of Fortitude, only from his own psyche), he wiped at his face, trying to rid himself of the remembered sensation of her lips, as they brought feelings of worthlessness and fear to him, which he tried not to focus on, knowing where that road led. He stepped away from where he was, turning to go down the hallway he had thought he’d caught sight of something.
On another landing (though without a staircase nearby), he saw whom he sought again below him. He recognized his brother, not only by face, hair, and clothing, but also that ‘angry’ walk, the one that Stefan had learned it was best to just stay away from for the time being. But as he was hoping very much to see his brother and any half-siblings (or other relations, such as Corrine), he picked a direction and ran to find a way to get down there to Lincoln.
It took almost an hour of rushing this way and that before Stefan finally gave up his search. He was almost positive he was lost a half hour prior, but he had stubbornly refused to see reason until now. Another quarter of an hour to find himself upstairs again, and he was certainly ready to consider this horrible evening over as soon as he found a servant to find him an empty room to claim.
Upon entering the bedroom, he was surprised to see that it looked almost lived-in, with cool blues in decoration, and various shades of green and gold strewn about. He was taken aback to see that his belongings had all ready been left there for him, with his less personal items all ready unpacked. Feeling a bit unnerved at either the coincidence, or the way it had been all planned out for him, he could only stand around for a few minutes, too nervous to get undressed and into bed.
****time skip****
It was that nervous energy that got him to put away his personal things, and eventually got him working by lamplight on one of his most treasured possessions, a half-finished maritime chronometer. It was a crude thing in comparison to the ones used on the far sea voyages, those which relied on a small balance wheel called a ‘grasshopper escapement’. On his very first voyage accompanying Lincoln to the captured island Jyarikos, the captain had shown him his clock, and given him a simple explanation on that it was a special clock, for the rough sea made it impossible to use simple pendulum clocks, and the problems of varying temperature and humidity were also a constraint to normal timekeeping devices. Upon returning home, the young Stefan had used his rank to be permitted to observe several clock makers of varying practices. He did not have the patience to learn as well as an apprentice, but once he found one man who was an expert at the sea clocks, he tried to learn as much as he could.
Becoming obsessed with the practically perfect way they monitored time, he took almost a year to build a replica of one such clock, using several diagrams and the exact parts (for his temper often got the better of him at not having the trained dexterity that his teacher had, and he had to take long breaks in between the days he was calm enough to work on his obsession). After that, he worked on his own ‘versions’, giving them versatility based on finished designs and schematics. So far he’d only finished a handful of his own design, the first of which he’d given to his mother.
She had not disapproved openly, but after the way she had acted, he only made them for himself now. If anything, it was the process of working the gears and cogs that interested him, more so than having the finished object. Most of them he would finish, keep around for a short while, then open and use up the pieces for a different item. The work forced him to concentrate on it fully, and after this evening, it was a welcome respite for his mind.
Satisfied with the progress he’d made for the night, Stefan put away his clock and his tools, but had a feeling of familiar unease that needed to be settled before he would be able to go to bed. It was the need to go outside in the night air, for at least a few minutes. He wasn’t sure why this feeling tugged at him, sometimes more often than daily. But he knew to ignore it would mean a restless sleep, and he was sure the next day he would need all his energy. Especially if the other royals were anything like Alexandria Greene.
This time he’d had the good luck to find a servant lighting more candles in the hallway, and followed his directions to step out into the gardens. He found it odd that this was a castle without guards, but h supposed that a god didn’t have to worry about those kinds of things. still, if his power alone was able to keep everyone safe here, why had the servant just now told him to be careful outside? Thankfully his axes were still holstered at his sides, though he was almost sure no one would bother him in that manner. Especially if he kept to himself.
He found a small pool when he had wandered out, trying not to follow the decorated paths that would allow walkers to enjoy the flowers and other plants as they passed by. He knew he would enjoy being around them, though he felt ashamed by the fact (and was worried about being caught as he had earlier today), and thus made himself find a path that looked as if it had been made more to get somewhere else. The pool seemed to be its destination, surrounded by a canopy of trees, but open to the fresh night air. He settled himself on a large rock, and rested his arms across his knees as he mindlessly listened to the noises of the night.
There were dragonflies at the water’s edge, crickets near his rock, and also creatures such as frogs singing their nightly lullabies. It was a bit cacophonous, yet of a rhythm that mimicked his heartbeat, enough that it steadied his mind so that he could relax without guilt. It was nature that soothed him now, but it didn’t seem the type that would shame him to admit to. At least, he thought as much. Occasionally he would hear the hoot of an owl, the howl of a wolf, and the high-pitched laughter of other people out here, but always in the distance, carried only by a particularly strong breeze, so that he did not fear being disturbed.
Absentmindedly, he picked up a few small rounded pebbles, holding them in his right hand, while his left would throw them one at a time across the pool’s surface. Many would simply plunk into the water, but on occasion he would manage to skip a stone twice or thrice upon the silver sheen. He unconsciously smiled at himself when a stone skipped five times in succession, and he straightened his back, proud at is own accomplishment though there was no one to see. As the young man was plagued with a mindset that would be considered borderline mentally ill (in another time when these things would be better understood), the non-human side of him tried to fight it, not being as vulnerable to the incapacitations of human disorders. His own self was tying to save him, but its efforts were meager at best, when his environment had done nothing but to encourage this illness. Perhaps in Veritas’ realm it would not be too late for him to be saved, and set on a path of recuperation.
Of course however, it would be a fairy tale to have this happen in an instant, for Stefan certainly did not feel sick, and was as stubborn in his ways as any Masterson would be, regardless of the blood of his father. His mind needed to be healed in more than one way, and the large man would fight tooth and nail to change his ways or manner of thinking.
Finishing his simple game, Stefan stood and dusted himself off. A gentle breeze made the blond hairs of his naked arms raise slightly, and he rubbed at them for a few seconds. Deciding it was safe for him to finally get some sleep, he turned around and started to head back to the castle. Feeling a little impatient, he assumed wrongly that the paths outside the castle were not as confusing as those within, and he cut through the trees and shrubs, making his way like a bear who would ignore any little thing in his way.
His heavy steps on the ground might have even made him sound like a bear, but they were silenced somewhat by the fallen leaves and underbrush, muffling them. The Wrathian prince realized then that the night sounds had disappeared. There were no animal noises, only the crack of a twig here, or the wind whispering through the boughs above his head. Come to think of it, the trees around him had seemed to become larger and thicker than he remembered, no longer the gentle trees of the pool. He wondered if perhaps he was heading away from the castle, getting himself lost once more. As for the moon, it was hidden by the thick leaves an he only had a vague light to see where he was going.
but then, he heard a voice cry out to someone, a pleasant sounding voice that was not a yell per say, but it was enough for him to hear from this dead part of the woods. He turned to go in that direction, wondering who else might be out here, if they were going to be as horrible as Princess Alexandria, and if maybe he could just greet them and go on his way, if they were on a path that led to the castle. no more of these shortcuts for him, at least tonight.
The large blond man left the thick trees to move past smaller saplings, those which looked as if they were planted by human hands by the way there were spaced. In fact, it almost looked like his boots were following a trodden path, which made him feel better almost immediately. what immediately downed his feelings was a branch that was about as high as his forehead, that he didn’t see coming as he was looking down at the ground.
“Ow!” He cried out as his forehead made contact, and he turned on his feet so quickly that he stumbled on a dead vine, and tried to regain his balance. It didn’t work however, and the stumbling prince crashed into a thorny bush before half-spinning, then tripping on a log and landing hard on his rear in front of several people. It reminded him suddenly of the way the bizarre girl had fallen when she'd crashed against him at the entrance of the castle hour ago, and he felt the slightest bit of sympathy for her in retrospect. Painful and embarrassing, though he wasn’t too sure she had been embarrassed. Not recognizing the persons he’d landed between (Princess Naedira and her guards to one side, with Prince Altonair and Princess Madelyne on the other), he still felt his face burn hot with embarrassment. His breathing even hitched up in anxiety, knowing the next sounds after their surprised silence would be laughter. Whether it be “polite” giggles behind a delicate hand, or mocking guffaws, he knew it was coming his way.
But damn him, he couldn’t make himself get up, his head was still reeling from the blow he’d given himself, and the sudden drop down that made his legs feel like jelly, unable to move in response to his mental commands. He kept his head down in shame, praying to the Wrathian gods silently for them to just laugh and go, he didn’t think he could face them and any remarks they’d throw his way. Oh but what if... what if they didn’t leave? What if they stayed and pointed and laughed and mocked him? Insulted not only him, but Wrath as well?
Though he was generally smart, as evidenced by his abilities with clockworks, there were many things he just didn’t think about. For one, there was a large possibility that these persons would actually NOT make fun of him. For another, he was a very large and intimidating man (even on the ground), and as a rule, not too many people made fun of those within earshot.
We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone.
Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion
for the moment that we're not alone.
--Orson Welles
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 5:22 pm
 Kingdom: Hubris
Rank: Servant
Location: Outside to inside the castle
Her eyes closed, hair blowing in a faint breeze, Ella lost herself in her song. None of the other girls jumped in as the melody fell from her lips. The others had apparently never heard of that song before, thus leaving Ella the winner of the game. But more than that, the girls thought Ella’s singing was beautiful. It was not the strong sound of a professional singer and it was nothing like a sirens call, but it was sweet and enchanting in its own way. A couple of the girls leaned in to talk to each other, whispering that they had no idea Ella could sing, because they had never really heard talk very much. She was such a shy thing, how could she be singing so bravely now, like no one was watching?
When Ella was done, a voice called out from above making the entire group of servant girls look up. To their horror a young man was leaning out his window, an amused grin upon his face. Every face in the circle turned red, and all of the girls scampered away quickly, small screeches of embarrassment and shame at being caught outside a window singing. The only one left was Ella, and she continued to kneel where she had been, her face holding a bit of fear in her features. “I….I’m terrible sorry sir!” she called up, bowing in her kneeling position. She did not recognize the man in the window, but she had a feeling he wasn’t a servant. “Please forgive us! We had no idea someone was up in that room…” she raised herself from her bow and looked up at the man. Ella contemplated what she should do, if she should run or if she should stay. Opting not to stick around, Ella stood and followed her comrades inside the castle, hoping it had been dark enough that the man could not see her features. The last thing she needed was him telling her superiors that she had been out playing games instead of sleeping or doing something productive.
One inside the castle, Ella looked around to see where the other girls had gone. She could not find them in the servant’s quarters, nor were they in the kitchen. Wondering if they had been caught and taken for punishment by their respective kingdoms, Ella ventured silently to the second floor to see if she heard yelling or screaming coming from any of the rooms.
Out Of Character: If you want something to do Kilos, feel free to run into Ella out in the hallway. I would have had her stay and shout up at James but it just wouldn't have been her. Her response (When she can muster it) is flight XD
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 3:35 am
Location~ Dining Hall: Conversing with the majestic Dominique, then outside The evening was heading in a direction Petyr never dreamed it would. He hadn’t expected the night’s activities to be so involved--with realms other than his own at least. He had been too busy tracking down traitors to the crown of Justice to realize it had reached Veritas’s castle; making him feel uncomfortably naive that he didn’t. Regardless he was enjoying himself thoroughly for the first time...in a long time. It wasn’t often he was allowed to approach other royals as himself, and without the push he usually received from his father. For him, there was always the slight worry he would muck it up somehow, exposing his true self for a half-blooded royal. The Avarician Heiress had been conversing with him as she probably would with any other royal, kingdoms dictating the style of discourse. Though she more than likely felt he was below her, she hadn’t made it obvious, at all: and for that Petyr was truly grateful (even if she wasn’t aware of his true lineage).
Her laughter was a very pleasant sonance to hear, making him unable to stop himself from smiling whenever the sound emitted from her being. Pondering (with a smile on his face) over the idea of possessing what others coveted, as this was something the Queen practiced religiously, but it was only just now that Petyr made the connection. It was a tad humorous that people would need to stoop to that level to simply gain a slight upper hand--But then again, it was just another calculated move in the world of ‘nobility’. One that could just as easily backfire on those that played it, and it seemed that this Heiress was one that did, so he refrained from voicing his thoughts. Not that he was afraid it would insult her, but because he was somewhat sure she was never on the loosing side of such a game, so it was pointless for her to hear such nonsense. And, it was none of his business how others spent their time, for it was theirs to spend.
“Well,” he began, with a serious expression, “I suppose people should start calling me a lady of high society,” a teasing smile then creased across his face, “because I’ve always wanted a little lap poodle.” In is life he had handled many large beasts, so he wasn’t exactly lying with that statement; he had always wanted a small creature as a pet, but his lifestyle forbade it. And by his own possession of one, it meant he was settled, no longer running around for whatever reasons that weren’t his own. The thoughts evaporated from his mind, leaving no trace that they had ever existed; too dangerous for a man like Petyr.
“On a serious note,” he straightened his face once more, only to have it fall again after he cleared his throat, “I’ll have to keep that in mind.” And he would.
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Petyr hadn’t missed Dominique's rapture towards the music that had been caressing the ears of everyone in the dining hall, especially the delicate finger that innocently twirled a strand of her silken curls (with a charming smile on her lips all the while); nor the pout when the music had ended. He had wondered for a second what she had been thinking before they left the room. Maybe she would tell him one day.
As she took his arm, a current ran through him; his senses heightening on the Heiress’ guards as they tensed from the physical contact between the two royals. His body calmed just as fast once he established where the potential threat was from. He had believed Dominique when she told him they had expected hostility, but seeing them fret to this degree made him a little concerned; it was exceedingly apparent that she was safe, with all her guards, ladies, her giant beast, and mostly herself at the ready. But it was the question of who posed the potential danger that brought him worry. He decided then that he would watch over her as well, until her Guardian returned to her side.
“Please call me Petyr then my lady...I mean, Dominique.” He said her name softly, as though it was a secret password into a private world, and by saying it too loudly he would lose the privilege of saying it with such familiarity. “Thank you,” he added quickly after as he looked down at her arm around his.
He nodded his head in understanding as he listened to her talk about her parents, feeling as though he shouldn’t have said anything, it seemed to him a sensitive subject. But before he knew it, her astounded expression at his assumption only made him laugh harder than before, and impossible to keep it inside. “Oh,” he said in a teasing, semi-sarcastic tone (when he was finally able to talk), “Perhaps I am thinking of another little girl.” He trailed off there when he realized she hadn’t quite finished her thought, for she had taken a moment to observe her surroundings. By her own expressions, the feelings were shared with his.
“Ahh,” a wry smile twisted his lips, “and for those that are allowed to find you, what colors do...you show?”
Before he moved down the path to the water he craved to touch, he was asked by the Heiress to tread lightly. That was a request easily followed. It was an undeniable truth that the castle was filled with life, or rather it...was what seemed alive. Chills spiked up his neck, it was a disturbing thought, but not an outrageous one. If this world had specimens like the one before him, creating life with a wave of her hand, then a living castle was just the tip of the iceberg. He followed Dominique towards the water with absolute silence in each step, but his eyes remained upon the butterflies while he moved. They brought about a sense of nostalgia from the time he lived with his mother: sneaking out in the night to watch the fireflies flutter above him as he stretched out on lemon grass.
Her Uncle...Does she mean Veritas? The supposition pulled his attentions from the glittering creatures. Could she really be related to a god, is that what her own powers are? God powers! His mind raced, and then soon got away from him. He wasn’t sure what he should do. How he should act? Question upon question plagued his every move and thought. Water, it calmed him, made him think clearly. Continuing along the trail he passed Dominique to get to the water as quickly as he could without causing alarm to anyone or anything nearby. Crouching, he pushed his left sleeve up and sunk his hand into the cold water. Even before he touched it he had felt better, but now all tension had melted away.
He was back to his good old self before those inane thoughts had fogged things up. Able to give his attention to the Heiress once more he realized what she was doing, making the gardens look more dazzling than they might have ever been. As he took in her handiwork he felt a familiar sensation brush against his fingers. A fish was sliding its body back and forth against Petyr’s hand. He smiled as more fish joined in on the action. Wiggling his fingers just enough, he made the usual attempt to pet them. It was no easy task to pet fish one handed.
“Oui, gentille Princesse?”^Yes, sweet Princess, he responded staring back at her with his own head at a slight tilt, the moon reflecting off his eyes as they would off any source of rippling water.
How could he respond what he truly thought without looking like an utter fool? In short, he had felt sorry for her. He was almost positive she would be insulted by the simple thought of someone feeling remorse for her, in any regards. So why is it, that he still felt it? She wasn’t alone by any means, but she had seemed...lonely.
He hadn’t been able to formulate a response in time before she moved under a trellis and was gone. He was just about to move after her when he heard her pleasant voice continue. Smirking, he responded, “I am a fascinating person after all, so that’s understandable!”
After his chuckle died off, he contemplated on what to say to her first question. It was a simple response, but would she take it kindly...? “My father has instructed me to look for openings in which I might be able to establish contacts and gain friendships. And since our two kingdoms have recently signed a treaty, even with our convoluted past, it never hurts to seek future permanent allies.” He kept his eyes locked on hers to see how she was reacting to his response, and wondered why he was telling her this to begin with. “In the end, sadly, it’s about who knows who and so on. But it wasn’t just that! Actually you...I...Yes I, was...lonely. Very lonely. And you’re a pretty girl, and who doesn’t like talking to pretty girls. Yeah you had your Vice Marshall with you but he was looking at another...Uh, not as pretty as you girl...and, God I need to shut up.” Utter fool!
He felt his face and neck getting warm, even in the cool night air. Turning his head away from her in an attempt to hide the fact that he just might be blushing a little, he acted as though he was being awed by the scenery. Just to give him a few seconds to gain control over himself. “And I would tell him--Your Vice Marshall--to always be concerned,” he responded, turning his head back towards her, “To never trust anyone with such a unique gem. He should always be at your side; if I was in his place, that’s what I would want to hear. It is your choice Prin...Dominique. It will always be your choice. And I am not here to harm you. I have no want or reason to.”
Something rather large and shiny caught his attention momentarily as he looked away from the Heiress and upon the stream. Reaching into the water he plucked it from its resting place, realizing what he had just found, a chunk of gold. It was roughly the same size as a pit from a plum, and nearly as smooth. Standing, prize in hand, he rolled his sleeve down and headed towards the slim beauty stopping a foot away from her. It was probably very inappropriate, but at the moment he didn’t care. Looking down his eyes found his desired object, her hand. He dared not take hers in his (one broken boundary was enough), instead he moved close enough to slip the item into her delicate fingers. His eyes drifted towards hers, “Gold...for a Goddess.”
Backing away slowly, to move towards the water again, he stopped before he was too far from her, and answered her last question. “As for being a gentleman...that’s still to be decided...”, parodying her earlier one, he winked.
“Now let me ask you...Why did you allow me to join you, with such questionable timing?”
Justice means minding one's own business and not meddling with other men's concerns.
Plato OOC: Horribly sorry for the delay! Bad...Bad week. I suck at life.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 3:47 pm
▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄ Princess of Humility || In the garden || Wearing This Dress || Weapon ▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Madelyne smiled at Altonair's relief. Though she hadn't given a very detailed answer, she was glad to know that had she eased his anxiety. Besides that, his comment toward her sister showed the princess that Altonair seemed to have the same regard for Naedira as Naedira appeared to have for him. That lessened any concern that Madelyne had from Naedira's words. "We are indeed blessed," she agreed, her smile still present. Though she hadn't spent much time with Altonair, she had to admit that he was more amiable than she had previously imagined he would be. Then again, she had high expectations for someone to be worthy of her sister. She still did. But if she were to trust her sister with anyone as of yet, Altonair would be a fine choice. With that in mind, she was still going to keep an eye on him. If he were to make Naedira upset in any way, she would be sure to avenge her. He was safe for now though.
While walking, Madelyne couldn't help but think of her sister. Where had she gone? Was she feeling any better?... She didn't dare think of how her father would treat her when they next saw each other though.
As if she could tell her sister was thinking of her, Naedira suddenly appeared. Altonair spoke her of sister's return, but Madelyne could barely hear him. Her sister's expression returned all the worry that she had tried to push to the back of her mind. Naedira seemed... off. Less pale, yes, but there was something in her eyes...
Altonair called her sister over with a happy tone in his voice. Madelyne couldn't help but wonder if her reassurance had made him more confidant in his relationship with Naedira. If it had, she hoped it was a good move on her part.
They headed toward her sister, their pace unchanged, though Madelyne almost swore that she was walking slower. Her mind was filling with more and more concern the closer they got. Perhaps only she saw it, how distracted her sister was. If Altonair had, surely he would have voiced some inquiry. Regardless, Madelyne knew that Naedira would attempt to hide any pained or inattentive expression. She was still the Shield Maiden of Humility, even if her actions in the dining room could lead others to believe differently.
Altonair's compliment toward Madelyne brought her from her thoughts. She did her best to appear playful and light as she replied, "It would not be madness, rather it would be my ears falling off from all the chatter." She smiled lightly. "In all seriousness, my liking for conversation may very well be the same as yours..." It was as she spoke that a large man, Stefan, fell in between the three royals.
Madelyne gasped, her worry turning toward him. She went and knelt beside him. "Sir, are you alright?" She asked, her brows knitted together. "Are you wounded?" If he was, Madelyne would have no objection to healing him. Unlike her sister, who probably needed to rest a bit, the princess had all her strength and was ready if needed.
{o.c.c. ... Eh~ }
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 3:30 pm
♕ΊȚ ωɑʂ Ҭɧҽ ωɪϲқҽɖ ɑɳɖ ωɪɭɖ ωɪɳɖ♛ ♔Ƀɭҽῳ ɖȯῳɳ Ҭɧҽ ɖȯȯʀʂ ϯȯ ζҽϯ ɱҽ ɪɳ♚
♘șɧɑϯϯҽʀҽɖ ωɪɳɖȯῳʂ ɑɳɖ Ҭɧҽ șȯʮɳɖ Ȱғ ɖʀʮɱʂ♞ ♗Ρҽȯϼɭҽ Ҫȯʮɭɖ ɳȯϯ Ƀҽɭɪҽѵҽ ωɧɑϯ Ί Ӊɑɖ Ƀҽϲȯɱҽ♝ ☽ ȡαηȶе ʛαѵῖηΐ ☾ Ӄῖηɠɖȏɱ: Ƚʋȿȶ Ɍɑɳƙ: ρɽῖηҫε Ƚȏҫɑҭῖӧη: Halls > Library. / Library > Kitchen ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ 
Dante shook his head as his sister spoke about breaking the spell, "I haven't the faintest idea how to break the spell, nor do I care to find a way. My youth was taken many moons ago, Lorelei." He frowned at her and nodded at her words, "It seems that the safety you were all promised shan't be found here."
His expression turned hard as the news was broken to them. He could not help but think his prior statement to be undoubtedly true. It seemed that those of royal blood were falling like pigs for slaughter, and this castle turned out to be their pen. They were promised safety, but so far that seemed far from what they had gotten. From the god that harbored them and the evils of the world, they seemed to be stuck between a rock and a hard place.
He gave Micah a slight nod as she comforted their sister, he wasn't much use in situations like this. He hadn't the faintest clue how to comfort someone, one of the perks of traveling the world was never having to deal with these kinds of things. He knew, of course, that people died. Death did not phase him as it did others, and he doubted it ever would. He could only mutter his apologies under his breath, unsure if anyone even heard them.
As Lorelei spoke once more he shook his head, "She's not gone, not really... She's just returned to from whence she came, back to the earth and the stars. Do not cry for her, for it is the living that you should fear for now." He shook his head in disgust, fiddling with the strap for his arrows as he spoke. "Please take care from now on sisters, it seems that those of royal blood are low on the food chain these days." He turned to leave but stopped, "It seems we only have each other to trust here... I'll be in the library if either of you need me..."
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He had been reading a book absently when Micah's voice broke through his thoughts. His head perked up naturally, pointing his ears the way in which he thought the voice was coming. He had forgotten, of course, that the voice was in his head.
~Very well, I shall meet you there in just a moment. I forgot to eat today, so I might as well eat with someone who requests my presence.~
He stood and closed the book, memorizing the page number as he did so. With that he left the library and wove his way through the halls, finding the door in record time. He had learned the hallways quite easily, even if they seemed to change randomly. He leaned gently against the back wall, the clothes he had stolen fitting snugly and his long cape hugged his back while the colour switched from black to pumpkin.
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♕Ɍҽѵȯɭʮϯɪȯɳɑʀɪҽʂ ωɑɪϯ♛ ♔Ӻȯʀ Ӎӌ Ӊҽɑɖ Ȱɳ Ȁ șɪɭѵҽʀ Ρɭɑϯҽ♚
♘Ɉʮʂϯ Ȁ Ρʮϼϼҽϯ Ȱɳ Ȁ ζȯɳҽɭӌ șϯʀɪɳɠ♞ ♗Ȱɧ ωɧȯ ωȯʮɭɖ Ȩѵҽʀ ωɑɳϯ Ҭȯ Ƀҽ Ӄɪɳɠ?♝
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 8:41 pm
• Ӎ ɐ э ʆ ɸ ȵ ɐ • ʗ э ɾ ΐ ϛ э • Ѧ ϛ ȶ ɐ ʆ ʆ ɸ - ζ ɐ ȵ ϛ ΐ ȵ ɠ • Ｔｈｅ ａｄｏｐｔｅｄ Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｓｓ, ｈａｉｌｉｎｇ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｋｉｎｇｄｏｍ ｏｆ ＰａｔｉｅｎｃｅLocation: Bed chambers. Currently Wearing: This Dress •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•   Maelona sighed as moved. Her back was stiff and arms numb. How long she had been sitting there in that one position she was unsure. She stretched out in her bed before throwing her feet over the side and standing. She wrapped her arms around herself, hardly even feeling the cold seeping into her feet from the floor, though for the sake of being proper and safety, she slipped a pair of shoes on. Her nose was red and eyes were puffy though her tears had long since stopped. Maelona knew she really had no reason to cry over the recent loss, but she couldn’t help it.
Maelona stepped out into the hall, her arms still around her form as she tried to pull herself together. She stood there in the hall, forgetting exactly what it was that had made her move in the first place. Her feet began to move on their own accord, pulling her down the hall, in this direction and that. She didn’t care. It felt better to be moving, even if there was no destination in mind.
Maelona turned one corner as her eyes looked to the floor only to bump into a solid figure. She stepped back and shook her head, her blue gray eyes rising to meet the face of the person she had run into. "My sincerest apologies." Maelona said to the woman, though it came out more like a croak. The crying had made it hard to talk, filling her throat with phlegm. She cleared her throat before speaking again. "I have a troubled mind, and I was not watching where my feet were taking me." She said solemnly.
Maelona took in the read headed woman (Amyranth). She didn’t look to be a royal, though at the same time not lower class ether. She began to chew on her lip, wondering if she should just go. She had already interrupted the woman enough, there was no reason to keep her any longer, but Maelona’s feet would not move. She opened her mouth to say something else but closed it slowly. She could feel her eyes burning, and she knew the woman would be able to see what she felt. A small sigh escaped her as she lowered her head again, tears once again threatening her. •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx• Louder than sirens
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Hotter than hell
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 9:52 am
 Kingdom and Title:Wrath; Heir
Location/Situation: outside Mishka's bedroomI was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
- William Blake Lincoln’s resolve almost disappeared at the relaxed and joking manner Kirios introduced himself to Mishka. He was envious of the way that man could relax, though he knew it was not in his own nature to emulate. He was nothing like the man, but he respected his skill at being able to act so lighthearted about things, without being too ridiculous. His own presence amongst his family had made them tense, if even by microns. But the general seemed a natural at getting people to relax around him.
The heir’s stance stiffened ever slightly as the general smiled and suddenly laughed, but relaxed visibly when he understood the joviality was in his favor. “I need not your gratitude General,” he said, not unkindly, “But I appreciate the spirit in which it is given. I only defended my family’s honor.” It wouldn’t hurt to have the good word passed onward to the King of Justice (though Lincoln was not sure how far it might go, as they two kingdoms were not exactly either allies or enemies, merely standoffish because one was a Sin, the other a Virtue). He supposed he might need to speak to any representatives to the true family eventually, if only to apologize for mistaking the Enteri line as royal.
He mulled over the ‘kiss’ remark only when he barely heard what Corrine said, and fought to keep a smile contained. Kirios was not even his type, though he was a handsome manly specimen. On top of that, Lincoln considered himself no longer playing that young man’s game, having thoughts of a monogamous nature for the first time since puberty. He would have added another comment regarding the general’s good mood, but Corrine hugged him in a somewhat uncharacteristic move.
It was quick, thanks to the fact that she moved quickly and lithely, like any good fighter. He was too damn tired to worry about what General Kirios might think (though he hadn’t seem like the type that followed decorum as pointedly as some), and just hugged his cousin in return, grateful she hadn’t developed some type of feelings for the elven fraud. He had never given a thought to that possibility earlier, but honestly would have gone through with his course of action regardless. Corrine released him soon though, and he just had to give her a small smile, happy to see her so relieved. He could only hope that if Veritas betrothed her once more, it would be to someone actually deserving of the Wrathian arch duchess. He would have preferred to handle it himself instead though, marrying her off to another Wrathian suitor (with her input and preferences in mind) later on, so that she would be available as one of his most trusted advisors. He knew she would never use her strategic mind against Wrath, but it would have been a cruelty to remove her from being able to plan such things.
Distracted with his thoughts and from feeling run down now that he could relax a little, the heir did not at all catch the hint of siren’s melody when Mishka presented herself to Kirios. Though it would have been proper to handle the introduction of his sister himself, he was not in the mood for high level manners right now. He wasn’t so lost that he didn’t catch Mishka’s innuendo towards Corrine and Kirios though. If things had already come to that between the two, he wondered how well they might go together. It did also spur another thought in his mind: that he needed to speed things along otherwise for his own goals.
//In the morning I shall go and see Nathaniel. I have been risking too much by not making my intentions clear, for it seems that things move too quickly in this castle for such games.// He had no idea that his own brother was involved in a rather terse manner with the heir of Envy, and that it might cause his own plans to suffer. Of course, the way the Envian heir kept so much of himself a secret (not that Lincoln knew this), it was possible Lucas’ acts might not matter in the long run. Who was to say until morning though?
Catching (only just) what Mishka had muttered to herself before hugging Corrine, he touched her shoulder before she went into her room, “Mishka, wear something lovely, I have good news in regards to your own betrothal, that you should not have to settle for that freak from Fortitude.” He had heard about John Greene being set up with Dorian Black, and though it seemed she was no longer with the living, it would have been an unthinkable and unpardonable insult for anyone to decide that Mishka be re-arranged with John again. She was not undesirable, either in looks or in station, and deserved much better than that.
Thinking Lucas would be amused that his thoughts went to food now with urgency (for he hadn’t eaten since the very early morn today), he hoped his brother would join them all, but was content to be around family and a possible new ally that seemed like he would keep the situation lively.
Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath,
and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
- Horace
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 9:54 am
 Pic by vishstudio; click for larger shot
Location/Situation and Form: Assisting Micah, then to the kitchens, hurrah!All things truly wicked start from an innocence.
~Ernest Hemingway“Am Sokar, gardener,” the former wolf replied to the female when she introduced herself. Lust meant she was Lorelei’s sister, and Lorelei had deigned to be his friend. Not understanding the rifts that could form between human families, he risked a quick glance at her, but no longer stared with the same intensity. “Know Lorelei. She nice.”
Not having much else to say on the subject, he tilted his head curiously as her stomach growled. It wasn’t the fact that it had made an unladylike sound (for such things were natural, in his mind, and not to be embarrassed of), but rather the manner which her hand touched her stomach. He had a fleeting memory of seeing such a movement, and feeling like a proud alpha might, knowing his progeny would continue. It was very awkward in relation to this human female he had never met before, and he couldn’t help but wonder if humans acted crazy because they were all crazy. Surely such illogical thoughts entering his mind at random times were a good reason for such a deduction. But wait, hadn’t he overheard the Wordsmith and the others talk about strange memories that came unbidden?
Finding it fairly easy to toss aside his worries, he merely gave the princess a nod, and continued on his way. His steps were even and smooth, but though his grace and muscles made him look a warrior, he had a subservience about him. Even though he was leading the princess, he had a way of keeping his head low and shoulders a little hunched, ready to take a different order if need be.
They arrived in less than a few minutes to the kitchen, where Sokar outstared one of the cleaning boys until he went to one of the far ends. More often than not Sokar had been given food by the servants and sent on his way, so exploring the kitchen was a bit new to him. He opened a few pantries until he found some bread and hard cheese, but not much else, for he had stayed away from the other doors to the full stocks of items. He sniffed at the food in his hands, found them acceptable, then set them on a small table that was probably used for cutting or peeling items. “Here some. I look more?” He questioned Micah because he was sure that royalty liked better than simple food such as this, but not quite sure what he could do without having a clue on how to cook, but at least he could keep scavenging for her. For himself, he would eat her scraps or continue to look for more if she was very hungry.
We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.
~Plutarch (46 AD - 120 AD)
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 12:01 pm
Rank: Youngest Prince
Kingdom: Wrath
Location: Nathaniel's chambers with Lorelei and Nathaniel. █║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ Since Lucas’ first meeting with the Envy heir he had despised him. Loathed him. It seemed to grow with each meeting with the Heir. Swirling with in him, creating a burning inferno that prodded his beast. Provoking him as he pushed his humanity deeper, to where all that remained was a predator. A territory male who saw the Princess as his. Despite her protesting. It did not care about formalities. It did not care that she betrothed. It did not care about the treaty that was formed between Envy and Wrath.
All it cared about was that this man had his disgusting hands all over his female. As the Heir spoke a low grow hummed the back of his throat. His eyes flashing a dark warning. There was to be no reasoning tonight. After all how does one coax a beast into reasoning? His lips curled up, flashing his white teeth as his fingers curled tighter still about Lorelei’s dainty wrist. An ironclad grip that shackled her to him. His lip twitched as he continued on, trying to prod him, provoke him. “Outlandish? What is outlandish is that you would dare take advantage of another’s sin.” He growled.
The siren’s wings expanded even more behind him, his dark pools turning to onyx as his wrath grew. “I would be more worried of Fortitude learned of your indiscretions and you would no longer be at battle with one country but yet another. Your army may be a great one but I do not believe that it will fair so well in a war on three fronts, M‘Lord. ” Yet the prince was not through taunting him as another low growl left his throat. At the mention of what he’d just witnessed being consensual. He felt his anger growing, consuming him and filling his mind with a red haze. The young prince barely heard the female call out his name earlier yet when she spoke again his chest tightened, dulling the red haze.
Carefully shielding the raw pain from his eyes as Lorelei apologized to the prince. A low growl rumbled his throat as he took a small moment to look down toward the female and in that moment, seeing her flush fair skin and swollen lips he felt the knot form in the pit of his stomach and for a moment the pain melted away the stone in his dark gaze. For her eyes only to see but just as quickly as it appeared it was gone. His demeanor changing and becoming that deadly beast once more. All emotions leaving his face as he looked back toward the heir. Listening to her honey melody for a moment more before it was too much to bare and he toned her out. Focusing on his steady breaths still refusing to let go of her slender wrist.
When Nathaniel addressed how he held her the hardened pools narrowed. “I’m sure that Haven Greene would be far less angered by the way I hold her than how you had been pawing at her like an adolescent who has no clue how to control himself.” He replied coolly. His gaze never wavering from the males face. There was one thing that he had that the male did not. Yes while he was affected by the potent siren melody he was in control of his actions even if his own siren wanted him to take what was his. Or what should be.
“I will not leave your chambers while she is here unprotected.” He replied and raised his chin.
“As for my sin I would never harm the princess and she is safe under my care. The only one here who need worry about falling prey to my sin is you. Especially if you continue to tempt me.” Lucas eyed the male for a moment longer before hearing the siren’s words drifting through the air. Calling his attention toward her. He would go with her, after all he had no further reason to stay here if she was to leave.
“I’ll accompany you to your chambers.” He uttered and turned his dark orbs away from Nathaniel, turning toward the woman. His hand was held out to her in a silent demand as he looked upon her with his hollow, unseeing gaze as his wings melded back into his back.Using his humanity to push back the beast, shackling it and muzzling it. Yet it came with a price. He was broken. Hurt. Wounded. Old scars that he'd long thought healed were once again open. The pain that he felt now was far worse than when he'd heard of her engagement. Seeing her entangled with another male, Nathaniel had been lucky that he hadn't killed him when he first entered the room. He was unsure if the female siren could see the pain that was hidden beneath his blank expression...but even if she couldn't. She would get her wish at last...
He was going to leave her alone. Seeing her in the arms of another was enough...more than enough for him to realize that they would never be anything and the moment that she took the hand of the Heir and became his wife. She would be his enemy. Perhaps it was time he realized this and let her go. The beast whined with in him, protesting and demanding that he not make such a choice yet he turned a deaf ear to the creature and toward the Envy heir. If he said anything he dare not pay it any mind. As he waited for Lorelei to take his hand. It would be the last time he would touch her. He just prayed that he would be strong enough to let her go when she went to her chambers.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 3:06 am
  XXXXXXXClouds will rage on...Storms will race in.
XXXXXXXBut you will be safe...in my arms.
XXXXXXXRain will pour down...Waves crash around.
XXXXXXXBut you will be safe...In my arms.
XXXXXXXStorybooks...Full of fairytales..
XXXXXXXOf Kings and Queens...
XXXXXXX...And the bluest skies...
XXXXXXXMy heart is torn...
XXXXXXXJust in knowing...
XXXXXXXYou'll someday see; Truth from lies.
XXXXXXXCastles may crumble...
XXXXXXXDreams; May not come true.
XXXXXXXYou are never all alone.
XXXXXXXBecause I will always...
XXXXXXXAlways love you.Kingdom of: Humility, First Princess
Location: Dining Hall - Then Temple
Quote: "To be humble to superiors is duty, to equals courtesy, to inferiors nobleness..." She fled from Fandral Wolfram as if the hounds of hell nipped at her feet. Naedira had done nothing wrong…She was innocent—Of all things. She knew this…But it didn’t stop guilt from threading through her. Guilt for showing kindness to a murderer….Guilt for feeling guilty, about being kind. Was that not her place? As the daughter of a King in a time of war… She felt that she should be able to get past these things. But she couldn’t forget the sight of Dorian’s body split in half…Couldn’t forget the feeling of still warm blood, coating her hands.
Couldn’t forget the realization that she was powerless to help either sibling that she’d considered a friend.
The midnight hue of her gown glittered in the moonlight as she moved among the roses, small jewels sewn into the hem and train that made it glitter like a night sky. The sounds of metal moving assured her that her guards had followed her every motion… But the veiled threats that Sir Wolfram had made were not yet gone from her mind. He would cut them down like a farmer harvesting wheat if he so chose. Methodically, deliberately. She wasn’t blind that his Mistress had only ordered him not to harm her…He’d mentioned nothing of intervening Humilitian’s.They were good men…She didn’t want them harmed—Though it was their duty to protect her.
Naedira wanted no more blood on her hands.
She stopped in midstep, whirling on the men that followed her with tears in her eyes.“Away with you—All of you!”
They stared. They had standing orders from their King. He was a fair and just man…But he’d not spare any of them if harm befell his eldest daughter in their absence. Naedira sighed softly, schooling her features into the calm and unassailable Shield Maiden that they knew so well.
“Please…Do as I ask.”, the half-fey woman commanded, causing the guards to stop in their stead. They were surprised at her outburst… But hearing someone call her name caused her to look away, catching sight of Altonair and Madelyne. She turned back towards the guards…Weighing her words carefully. “If my father asks—Tell him that I am with Princess Madelyne and my betrothed. We will be safe.”
It was a lie. If Avarice could kill the Black children so easily….No where was safe.
Thankfully the soldiers seemed to buy her firm, confident tones, and the bowed respectfully before taking their leave.
Her father would be furious with them; No matter the lie she’d fed them. He was the King, and she his child. He outranked her in so many ways, she couldn’t count… But she was their Shield. Ryan was their Sword. They obeyed out of sheer respect, not stupidity.
Light footsteps took her towards Altonair and Madelyne… Her hazel gaze flickered through the sheer veil that she’d donned to pray in--To honor the deaths they’d witnessed…The flame haired girl was everything that Humility had been missing. They had a sword and shield…. But Humility had no heart. Madelyne was the heart, the courage, they’d all been searching for. A miracle…
“I’ve….Much improved, my Prince. Thank you for asking…”, Naedira trailed off gently, her voice a soft breath. Her heart sat in her throat… There were things that she needed to say to Altonair that she didn’t want to. But he needed to know about Fandral…Especially if he was going to present a potential danger. If Altonair was caught unaware…
She would never forgive herself.
“You jest—Surely...”, she trailed off, schooling her features into the perfectly polite and amiable princess. She’d made a fool of herself…Of her family before. She did not intend to do it again. A laugh escaped her, dainty and sublime when her sister responded… “There you have it. My little love has given the verdict. You are an excellent conversationalist Altonair.”
Soft hands reached for Madelyne, and she slid her hand into her own for a moment—Giving her a gentle squeeze…An apology, for letting her emotions get the better of her. She’d never intended for the littlest Riley to have to take care of her so soon. Just as she released her sibling, a man fell in front of them, causing her to breathe in deeply with surprise.
Her first thought was that Fandral had followed her… But thankfully, that seemed not to be the case. As soon as she recovered from her shock, a genuinely contrite expression slid over her face as she reached to touch the large man’s shoulder as her sister knelt beside him, peering at him in the dim light for injury...Her thoughts echoing her sisters words. “By the light...”
No laughter came from the Shield Maiden, only concern. She truly hoped he was uninjured…Her magic was still weak. Too weak to use…Even a simple spell would like tug her into unconsciousness… But that wouldn’t stop her from ensuring that the man was unharmed. Unfortunately, due to the recentness of their reunion-- She wasn't aware of what abilities her sister held...She would be relieved to know, one of them was healing. “Perhaps you should stay still for a moment until you find your bearings my Lord…That was quite a fall.”
“These gardens can be quite a maze at night…It’s best to bring a lantern until you’re familiar with the grounds…”, She seemed not to notice how large he was—Especially when compared to her relative size...Or Madelyne's for that matter. She assumed he was new to the realm...But for some reason…She didn’t fear anything with Altonair so close. Even before in the dining hall…It wasn’t fear that had eaten away at her, but despair. Perhaps it was because of their shared experience in the Catacombs…But despite everything, she felt safe. Felt that her sister was safe. It was important, somehow. “I am Princess Naedira of Humility…This is my sister, Princess Madelyne—And my betrothed Prince Altonair, of Envy.”
She reached for Altonair then, bidding him to silently come closer—Should the mountain of a man need assistance standing. Polite as a plum, she slipped from the careful medi-woman to the gentile hostess.
“It’s good to meet you.”
At some point… She would need to speak with her Envian Prince…She dreaded it, wholeheartedly…But to leave him in the dark, would be the same as a lie. And she’d not willingly do so to a man so kind.
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