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 Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 8:37 pm
Location~ Outside: With Dominique, then alone with Giuseppe “I suspected as much.” He responded with a humored smile. He hadn’t felt it was proper to label her with such a word, especially since his scent was unfavorable to her at this venture. Many a man had slain far more innocent creatures than a tiger might ever be, by simply being addressed as a murderer, let alone titled as one. This was her closest ally: an animal’s love was stronger than that of a man’s, and far less likely to be turned. He would not insult her companion, with neither word nor touch.
As she jingled along side him, he wondered idly what the combined power of several Dominiques could accomplish. The idea was as fascinating as it was alarming.
Petyr was stoically relieved the Heiress hadn’t been offended over the remark he had made about her Marshall. Her response however, left him hanging on what exactly she had meant by that “perhaps”. Maybe it was indicative that she already knew something along those regards.
Chastising himself he dropped the idea from his mind, “To lose interest in someone with such depth would be an affirmation to a lack of insight.” At her statement he began to feel increasingly guilty for trying to play any games with her, but it was her interest in him...that he was worried about losing. He kept his smile simple as he listened to her opinion when it came to trust. “I assume even the most skilled would find it difficult...when the target does not break from its playful dance. And for however long they must hold their aim, the chances of missing increase. But then, I am no archer.” He walked right into that one with open arms, because it could also be said that if one pulled to hard and too long on the string, it could backfire. Was it not safer then for one to miss the target they sought rather than be impaled, or never again have another opportunity to redeem the loss?
After hearing Dominique explain that she was basically taught to expect a broken heart made him feel disquieted. His mother had told him something fairly similar when he had become a man. Although it was more a warning than it was a lesson, ‘Be wary of beautiful women, for most have greater minds than a man could ever fathom. Be wary of giving them your heart, they are forever craving more, so they just might eat it’. At first it had been an inane saying, but as he grew older, and experienced in understanding various woman, he knew the words to be true. But it did not stay him from wanting to one day walk down that path.
“What an unfortunate thing to be told as a child. Every person’s experience is different, and because she might have suffered from wounds that would cause her to say such things, did not justify her tarnishing it for you. Having no fear of a broken heart may be a blessing, but to expect it...taints the experience of ever wanting to give it.” He had to refrain himself from continuing. It would have been extremely disrespectful for him to question the hearts of her Queen mothers. If they had felt the same, and did still.
So much had been said this night between them, and he had enjoyed it all. Even as they had stood there in silence, him with his proud chest puff, and her...delicate hands creating delicate beauty. Chuckling as the liquid female winked, and laughing as the male took offense, when he felt a sudden disturbance in the air. Leaving his head tilted down at the water, his eyes flicked towards Dominique, noticing that her attention was now focused on something in the distance. His eyes followed her stare, then fell upon two figures, close companions by their actions. He could not make out who the young lady was, but the man became clear after the storm that had suddenly appeared above him had passed.
Petyr had just looked back down to the water when the Heiress spoke. What could he say to that other than, “There is nothing to forgive, Dominique...”
As she was about to continue, she was cut off abruptly as someone approached them, then introduced himself in an uncouth manner. It was apparent that Dominique was not expecting, nor wanting the company of the man that just appeared before them, her body language spoke loudly on the matter. His senses tried to force him to move his body in such a way that he could place himself between them, but his mind told him that it would demean the Heiress and her title...her lineage. She was more powerful than he (than perhaps everyone here) this he was clear on. By a simple wave of her hand she could extinguish his and this...housecarl’s light. So he kept his ground, but watched closely, for he’d come to care for the Avarician Princess and wished for them to be friends one day. It was an easy thing to be cold, never allowing the warmth of friendship and love to enter one’s soul, but Petyr was not built that way. He found it to be a gift to want and crave such connections. He had been hurt and lied to like any other, but the prospect of such betrayal never detracted him.
However, after hearing that this della Rovere wished to befriend her, the idea left a bitter taste in his mouth. Were his words as false sounding? Though they were spoken with all sincerity, if so many craved her as an ally (with the prevarication that it was friendship), then how could she ever trust anyone? Why should she? He was angry now, at himself. He was no better than a man stealing to survive; wanting, needing what he had not earned. If that were the case, he was not worthy of such a gift from her. Or any other royal, who most likely suffered the same tales.
As she responded to Petruccio he could literally feel the coolness in her words. It took him a minute to recall the relations between Lust and Avarice, once he had it became clear that his time with Dominique would now be at an end. Not a moment after he thought it, she said it, “Yes, I understand. Thank you for this evening.” He gave her a gentleman's bow, his tone and words becoming formal once more due to present company, “It would be a great honor, Your Highness.”
After watching Dominique swiftly depart he turned back to the housecarl and smiled kindly at him. “Allow me to introduce myself,” he moved forward slowly with his arm extending the same way to shake Giuseppe’s hand, “Petyr Cromwell, a Prince of Justice.”
Turning towards the stream, with a pinch of sadness that the liquid dancers ceased to exist without their creator, he figured he should speak to the man rather than be rude standing there in silence. “Have you been here long, Mr. della Rovere?”Justice means minding one's own business and not meddling with other men's concerns.
Plato
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 6:12 am
 Kingdom and Title:Veritas; head of staff (butler)
Location and Situation: Something about her seems so different....In culture after culture, people believe that the soul lives on after death,
that rituals can change the physical world and divine the truth,
and that illness and misfortune are caused and alleviated by spirits, ghosts, saints ... and gods.
~Steven Pinker
Kirkis tried to keep an open mind for all the guests, for the strange things they might do, being royalty for the most part. However, this young lady was a definite contender for being the oddest he’d dealt with. It was understandable that he’d startled her a little, but she had reacted as if he had suddenly jumped at her and yelled. He was a ghost, but her jump upwards had made him startle, and he hadn’t been able to react fast enough when she’d fallen, hitting her face it seemed.
He wanted to ask her if she was all right, but the words wouldn’t come when she had said something about not wanting to purchase anything. Feeling confused to a level that he rarely did, it was all he could do to drop open his mouth in befuddlement as she made an abrupt turn, and then looked back at him with a face that even frightened him.
“The restroom?” He asked her, completely losing his sense of proper decorum in the face of such bizarre events. However, the way she kept still but for an odd fidgeting earlier triggered a suggestion of what madness she was on about. “Do you by chance mean a toilet room, or water closet?” He gave her a polite bow of his head and walked a little bit closer to her. “If you would be so kind as to follow me, I will escort you there. It’s very close by.”
Whether it was honestly close to where Lilith was, or just because the butler would accompany her, it would regardless be just up the stairs (that happened to be around the corner), and into a bedroom that was sparsely decorated, but had several trunks of clothing all ready present. “It is in the back of the room,” he said as he held an arm out pointing in that direction while holding the door open. “I was asked to have these items brought here, as I believe your mother wished for you to have a large option for a change of clothing. Is there anything else I could assist you with?” He smiled, perhaps looking a little mischievous. “I would never dream of charging you, it is my duty to make sure all your needs are met.”Behind every man now alive stand 30 ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living.
~Arthur C. Clarke[Art is once more by Maniac. Click on image for larger pic. Please do not copy; I commissioned artist for this art.]
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 10:16 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 simply raised a brow at his sister's reactions. Women were ever so... strange. He would never understand them.
As he was brought to the table and introduced he gave the gardener a little bow, "Pleased to meet you. I see it is not only I that has had the misfortune to be on the receiving end of a nasty spell?" He sat and gave the gardener a once over, he was easy on the eyes to say the least.
He plucked a few small things from the selection and nibbled on it, he was not a picky one. He was far too used to being out in the wild and living on whatever he could find. If it was edible he would eat it.
"As my sister said, I am her 'not so baby' brother. I ran into the woman upon a strategic retreat from a meeting with my father. She turned a winning moment into something... far more interesting." He gave a simple shrug as he looked at himself quickly, trying not to see his sisters reaction to his comment about their father. "I must say, this body is much more useful than my old one. At least now I can see over tall hedges and tables properly. I was quite the runt, but it seems I filled out quite nicely."
His eyes gave the other man another once over. "How goes this new body for you? Humans are quite... delicate compared to wolves. Weaker senses... well, most. Plus, you lost two weapons. Shame. Although, you are quite a good looking human."
Dante was also one that never learned to filter himself at times, one of the reasons he was on his fathers bad side. Never knew when to shut his mouth.
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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 28, 2012 11:05 pm
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Richard Bellerose, Prince of Hubris
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The smile that appeared on Milani's face was welcome though Richard got the feeling she was just doing it to be polite. He would take it either way naturally. Listening as the woman spoke up, Richard gave a lighthearted shrug. "Flattery is easy enough milady and oftentimes just the thing a person needs to get through the day. Not that it isn't all true mind you." Falling silent after speaking Richard took a quick drink from his glass before returning his attention on the woman. Giving her a studious gaze and watching her as she spoke again. "Then that milady is a crime in itself." It wasn't like his own country had such laws, save not upsetting his banshee of a sister. That was a detail that wasn't needed however.
"Matters of your own heart are of the utmost importance. The heart wants what it wants after all. The heart is a truly fascinating thing. One could spend a lifetime studying matters of the heart and still remain sadly ignorant." With his invitation back to his quarters, the women drew in a sharp breath that clearly said how out of the question that was. Oh how utterly boring prudence was. "Well then that is definitely out of the question as I would abhor my actions bringing you any harm." Laughing with the woman as his usual laugh was more hollow showing it may have been feigned. Thankfully the woman wasn't as familiar with him as he might have liked so she probably wouldn't catch it. Richard could see her rub her neck as if there were a noose around it going tighter and tighter.
Clearly he was going to have to work harder considering where she was from. Looking with interest towards her as Milani suggested they instead retire to the library, Richard gave her a dashing smile. "That sounds lovely my dear. If you would be so kind as to lead the way I have yet to set foot in the room." He was much to busy pursuing a more exciting means of entertainment.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 7:53 pm
❀ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━xxxxxThis is the hand that will blind your eyes and split your spine...xxxxx━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❀So face the dark and I'll teach you above fire in the blink of an eye... Now drink the cyanide... ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❀
This is the blade that'll visit your flesh and release the wine...xxxxx
❀ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━xxxxx
Fandral Vincent Wolfram xx Avarice xx Vice Marshal / Conduit xx Back into the castle xxx
 Before his swift form could get very far, the assassin could immediately sense something was wrong. The sudden fog surrounding him, the dampening of the air, the sudden storm clouds over his head, the hair on the back of his neck suddenly standing - Dominique knew. There was a deafening crack as pure light struck his form suddenly, sending him falling to his side with a few tumbles. It would not have been the first time he’d suffered the muse’s wrath. The two shared a childhood together, and in the very beginning the boy was not completely fond of the girl. The girl would most often interfere with the boy’s studies, much to his displeasure, and demand his undivided attention. Sometimes the very young boy would say something mean, if for no other reason than to drive the girl away so he could get back to his studies; naturally, the little girl would not take it well, this time much to his very physical displeasure. And after striking him with lightning (never strong enough to kill him but enough that he would get the point) she would demand he play with her in the courtyard.
Somehow, after being struck by lightning, he always found it difficult to argue.
There were ever present twitches along his body as he tried to lift his masked face from the ground beneath him. While the hardened leather hugging his form took the brunt of force, the exposed skin of his arms had suffered some injury, with burns along his flesh and cuts where he’d hit the ground hard. Every hair on his exposed flesh was completely seared off, and he could see parts of his skin smoking. He raised his head, neck still giving the occasional twitch, to see Dominique running into the castle with her pet beside her. The assassin clenched his fist and beat it against the ground in frustration. Frankly, he deserved worse. How could he have let things get so out of hand? He should be better. He should have been able to ward away Alexandria’s charms immediately. Why was it that the damn pirate knew how to break his defenses so easily? And why did he let her? He was an assassin, and more importantly Dominique’s conduit; he had to be better, no matter the cost.
His first attempt at standing was unsuccessful, and a sudden twitch in his legs brought him back down to the ground on his knees. Dammit, Dominique’s ability to create her miniature storms had certainly improved since their youth. He would have to remember to make a comment about it at some point within the next few decades or so when she, the gods willing, was no longer upset with him; there was no one in all of existence that liked a compliment more than Dominique d’Aquitaine, of that he was willing to bet the very kingdoms. Unfortunately, there was also no one in existence who felt scorn quite as harshly as Dominique d’Aquitaine did, of that he was also willing to bet the very kingdoms. He may do well to give away his belongings, for today could very well be his last day among the living.
Once again he stood, this time able to hold himself up through sheer force of will. He shook his head fiercely to wad away any lingering dizziness from the attack on him from the heiress. He had to speak to her. He needed to clear things up with Dominique no matter what the cost was, no matter how many obstacles he needed to cross, no matter how much blood he needed to spill. She needed to know that his loyalty was in no way whatsoever compromised, and that one mistake did not necessarily have to prove fatal to her plans… though he inwardly felt he may have been too late.
Everything may very well have been ruined, and he had no one to blame but himself. After a few minutes he finally gathered the strength to take off in another sprint, following his mistress’s trail. Padded footsteps hardly made a sound as they touched down upon the hard stone floor of the castle halls, despite the speed of his run. It was for reasons like these that Fandral trained on a daily basis, running for hours, conditioning his body to its absolute peak, practicing his techniques until they were down to perfection. It was also why he absolutely refused to drink, or in any way dull his senses. It was one of the requirements of being a member of the Black Orchid, for after the initiation phase that last exactly one year and one day, all recruits were required to go through the Anointing, a trial by fire that was passed by very few and put every single skill the recruit had learned to the test; it was especially difficult if one was a mundane human with no real special talent like Fandral was, and yet he passed with flying colors. One of the reasons the Black Orchid had been such a small guild was because they were so very demanding, and demanded only the very best in its members. Sure, there were always at least half a dozen recruits at a time alongside its actual members, but very rarely did any of them pass the Anointing. At the time of his entrance to the guild, there were four other recruits who took the test with him, none of which survived; later that day the young man learned he was the first to pass the test in three years.
Which made the fact that they were all killed due to a single member’s betrayal all the more perplexing. But that no longer mattered now; his guild was dead and he was its last survivor. Perhaps one day in the future he could start up a new chapter to honor his long passed blade brothers and sisters, but for now the only thing that mattered was Dominique. She was always the most important thing in the world to him. Everything he’d done, every moment of training, every hardship he endured, and every single innocent life he’d taken for paltry pocket change – it had all been for Dominique. He willingly became a monster, an unseen phantom that parents warned their children about before they went to bed, all to be able to protect Dominique. And yet he’d proven himself unworthy. He’d singlehandedly wiped entire rival assassins’ guilds from existence and guided them to whatever hereafter they believed in, and yet he allowed himself to succumb to feelings for a woman long forgotten.
It couldn’t – wouldn’t – happen again. Of that he was absolutely certain.
As he neared his destination he stopped on his heel in the room just beside Dominique’s; his own room. There was no way Dominique would allow him entry into her room at this moment, so he had to improvise. He could have effortlessly picked the lock on her door, but somehow he doubted that would elicit a positive response. Granted, his solution would likely yield similar, if not worse, results. Still, he had to try. As he entered his room he quickly discarded the mask that covered his face and threw it down on his bed, but kept the hood up. Immediately he stepped toward the window, and then brought his legs over the sill. He sat on the windowsill for a few moments, collecting his breath and observing the three floors’ distance from his position to the ground beneath him; the same three floors’ distance that, with a single misstep, would mean his death. He did not fear heights by any means, but recognized damn well how dangerous they were. He thought back to his Anointment, and the two recruits that had fallen to their deaths on the very first part of the challenge. One of the bodies never was found; Prast, their guild’s demon bomb-maker and blacksmith, always joked that his wife somehow clawed her way out of the nether realms and ate the poor b*****d as she tended to do with her children.
Fandral guided his eyes below him to look for any faults or ledges that would aid him in this endeavor and, hopefully, not land him with a face to face meeting with Prast’s wife. He found a suitable one and soon gripped the windowsill tight as he lowered himself to it. His fingers took a moment to adjust to the strain he was placing on them, some of which was lessened as he used his feet for leverage. He took a deep breath before finally moving forward with his plan. It was nowhere near his first infiltration of this kind, though typically he started out from the bottom and made his way into his target room from there.
Eventually, after many slow-crawling minutes, the assassin finally made it to Dominique’s window without fatal incident. There were a few times where he thought he’d slip to his death, and the occasional unwanted slippery patch of the ledge, but he made it through in one piece. He extended his hand to Dominique’s windowsill before pulling himself up. ”Wait, it’s me!” he said in a tone that highlighted how much he expected to be struck by lightning by the woman, as if he were a common killer out to get her. He was indeed an assassin, but the heiress was in no danger whatsoever. He helped himself into the room, keeping his back to the open window behind him. If she wanted to, Dominique could easily have pushed him down to his death; and he rightfully deserved it, so he kept the option open for the woman, trusting her to do what was absolutely necessary.
His expression softened greatly as his eyes fell upon the woman he called his mistress and her hurt countenance. It was a rare glimpse at real emotion that few ever from him; even his flirtations with Alexandria had been at least partially pretense, a falsified charm he learned to practice when he needed someone to reveal information, or in his civilian disguise when he pretended to be the representative to an expert assassin which would turn out to really be him. But with Dominique, he was an open book, and he held nothing back from her. ”I am not here to offer excuses, simply an explanation. Do with me as you will, mon amour, but please just allow me this.” His eyes fell to the floor beneath Dominique, narrow and sullen with a hint of gloss.
”That woman you saw with me is named Alexandria. She was a nomad, like me, and found herself in many of the places I had been drawn to in my work as an assassin, largely through coincidence. “ He sighed, pained memories suddenly rushing to the surface. ”A few years ago my guild, the Circus of the Black Orchid, was betrayed from within and wiped out. Perhaps through fate or more coincidence, I was spared such a death, as I was out on a kill. I came to our camp only to find corpses where my brothers and sisters under the blade lay, with the traitor long gone.” He once again sighed, picturing the pale faces of those he cared deeply about, particularly Danika. ”In that time, Alexandria had been there to help me cope the loss, comforting me, and helping me plot my vengeance on the damned parties responsible. I lost everything, and she was there to help me; I at least owed her my gratitude.” He looked back upon the woman. ”The truth is I do not know what she is doing here; she is nothing but a pirate. But when I found her she kissed me, and for whatever reason I could not bring myself to pull away until it was too late.” The fact that the woman was a royal was not something that was ever mentioned in their time together, and as such he was completely oblivious to the fact.
”Either way, ma maitresse, I am willing to do anything to prove my absolute loyalty to you.” He brought his right hand to his side and drew one of his blades in a nonthreatening manner, bowing down on one knee and holding the weapon up, offering it to the heiress. ”If you think Alexandria is a distraction, then command me to slay her and make her an example; I will do it with no hesitation on my part. If it is my will that you think is compromised, then there are magicks that force one to become a slave to his master’s will; I would gladly offer up my freedom of choice, ma maitresse.” He swallowed, shifting the dagger in his hand so he was holding it by the tip of the blade to allow Dominique a clear grip of the weapon. ”But if I have become truly irredeemable in your eyes, then I ask that you end my life right here. Or command me to take it instead and, as I vowed to you, I will do so with a smile upon my lips. If it will please you, I will do any of these things with a smile.”
He bowed his head further so that she could no longer see his face. ”My life is yours, mon amour. Do with it as you will.” ((OOC: This Nathan Drake/Ezio Auditore moment has been brought to you in part by ES's approval. emotion_awesome ))❀ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❀
Run! You run for the borders
Where epistles burn in the arms of man...
Run! You run among bodies and they scream,
They scream to bite God's hand...
When the dark does what the dark does best,
It's darkness!
Let the dark do what the dark does best;
Let there be darkness!
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 9:17 pm
 Kingdom: Hubris
Rank: Servant
Location: Hallway with Soren and Maelona
Ella searched the bottom floor the castle to no avail; her friends had vanished. It never occurred to her that perhaps they had taken the long way around to the servants quarters, so as not to be followed or detected by anyone else who had been spying on them.
Either way Ella walked around the castle for a few minutes before she traveled to the another part of the castle. Peeking around corners and into empty rooms, Ella searched for signs of life but no one was around. “Its awfully quiet at night.” She said to herself while standing in the middle of the hall. It was quiet, too quiet. No screaming, talking, fighting. It was peaceful, how a castle should be, or so Ella thought. Veritas’s castle was always bustling with noise or fighting or deaths that the quiet came as a shock to the servant girl. “I suppose I should not complain, at least the quiet means peace.”
Poking her head around another corner the silence was broken by what appeared to be talking. Curious to find out if it was her friends, the servant ventured forward quietly, until the voices became clearer. Two women and only two. Not a group. “Oh no, it is not them. Now what do I do?” she thought to herself while trying to listen to the voices. One seemed familiar to her, but she could not place who the person was. The second voice was not familiar at all, so she at least knew it wasn’t any of the Hubris family out and about. Deciding she had best make her presence known, Ella walked out from around the corner, eyeing the two women (Soren and Maelona) and then immediately bowing. “Good evening.” She said while raising her torso and head, hands still clasped in front of her. “I am sorry to bother you, I was out walking around and heard you talking. Is everything alright?”
Talking was not really her strong point, and she was more used to getting yelled at than to asking questions. But the ladies seemed alright, their voices giving no hint of anger or rage. And Ella was starting to pick up the habit of asking people if they needed something or if they wanted anything from the other servants in the castle.
Out Of Character: I'm sorry its short. I wanted to get something out for you guys. Feel free to auto Ella to the kitchen or to wherever you guys want to go.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 1:13 pm
 ∮The Countess∮ I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined Ever one to be cordial as her station required, the countess maintained a smile pressed to her lips, despite the fact that she knew the man beside her was from a sinful kingdom. If Nikolai could not bear the niceties of serving in a royal court, she needed to make up for that tenfold. The blush that swirled in her cheeks was true enough, though... the coloring becoming to the woman even if it were a rarity. “I'd never before considered that, sir.” She said with a smirk, a dainty hand raising to her chest. “Though I fear I do the word beautiful injustice.” Her cheeks only grew hotter when he said that his words held truth in them. “A crime that has not yet been writ, I can assure you.” And the heavens knew that there were plenty of rules already decreed in Prudence.
For reasons unknown to her, Milani began to relax just a fraction as she kept company with the cheerful man before her. Perhaps, it was just easy... much needed for her to breathe. “Matters of my heart have never been taken into account.” She corrected him, suppressing the sigh that wanted to follow. Never in her life, had the countess been given a choice; she'd been reared with the assumption that the woman's spot on Prudence's throne would one day be hers.
And when Dimetri had slain... the angels help her, but she'd been relieved... even if a part of her did mourn the older Bascov child's death. It had been as though a great stone had been lifted from her chest; ruling Prudence, ever being under their harsh scrutiny... oft she thought she would surely fall into a crumpled heap upon the floor. “Ever since my sire discovered that I was a girl, he and my mother were intent upon rising my status, bringing my family honor by marrying the eldest Bascov.” Had she not been so blind, Milani might have recognized their lust for power, and that they'd do what they could to arrange a marriage with the detested son of the king.
Her tongue wagged in her mouth – desiring very much to bite out that she'd never discover what her heart actually wanted. Such a quest was only for those who were daft, who had no aspirations in the world. For the heart did not secure a future, the way logic would. “I appreciate your concern over my person, Lord Bellerose.” The last came out in a half-hearted laugh, and the woman found herself tempted to smile a bit more gratefully, even if it never came to fruition.
The prince, despite his sin, seemed agreeable to retiring to the library for a bit of relaxed conversation, and Milani slid off her chair with a great amount of poise. “I am afraid we might get lost along the way – I would have everyone believe that this castle makes new floor plans on a day to day basis – ever as arbitrary and whimsical as the God who rules this realm.” But for now, she was content to lead. “As long as you will not mind if we get caught in its labyrinth.”
She'd spent a considerable amount of time in the room, when she could find it. It was one place she wouldn't expect to find her fiancee, as she had doubts that he ever took much heart in his tutoring as a child. Idly, she wondered if he were more literate than a court jester, who was never given the opportunity. Given how he made light of everything else, it seemed more than likely that he'd slacked in his studies.
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Taking the winding paths of the cobblestone halls, Milani's eyes searched the torchlit walls for any sign of familiarity – from the heavy tapestries that decorated the walls, to how many doors were on each side of the corridor only to discover that once again, the castle seemed to have a mind of its own. Feeling foolish, heat surged to her cheeks and chest... realizing she was very much alone with a man of a sinful kingdom. “You must think me a simpering ninny.” She said at last, a heavy breath escaping her parted lips in exasperation. “For I've spent a great deal of my time consorting with ink laden pages, perhaps more so than all the others here combined... but I've never arrived in the room going the same way.” As though that would help her case to prove to the prince waltzing next to her that she did not suffer from having a weak mind. The man hailed from Hubris; she couldn't expect him not to think himself better than she, and yet it still ruffled her feathers to perform so poorly in front of a royal.
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned ∮Milani DeWinters∮
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 11:08 pm
Amarenth Soren Hyuga Kingdom: Envy
Rank: Knight
Location: Hallway with Maelona and a girl(Ella), then Kitchen with Maelona and the girl(Ella), with three close by(Sokar, Micah, and Dante) Cross through the night
I looked down and lost my way
my light (()) The knight blinked a little at the girl’s(Maelona’s) response. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting. Soren hadn’t expected the girl not to excuse her stomach for being a bit loud. But, the knight hadn’t expected the very short response either. Maybe she had been expecting a more nervous ramble like reply to her words? Who knows. Why was she even thinking about it anyway? It was better to just let whatever she had been expecting slide, and just move on. After all, the response the girl(Maelona) was better than none at all, or something chiding. How could someone control such noises of hunger without eating? But, the knight could only shrug it off and get her mind off the previous growling of her stomach, and what her mind may or may not have been expecting from the girl(Maelona).
“Good. Would be quite awkward if you didn’t.” A brief grin appeared on her face before disappearing, her finger pointed in the direction she had been heading. It would have been quite funny if her finger aimed itself towards something or someone by accident. However, in this case, the knight would not find herself going through that kind of moment today. Though, Soren could only hope the girl(Maelona) understood why she was doing that by explaining herself. For why else would she want to make the girl’s(Maelona’s) gaze move in that direction? Even the knight knew unnecessarily pointing could make a person look quite odd. She had learned that ages ago when she would point out ghosts that only she was able to see. That never went over so well, considering those odd stares were definitely not welcome.
Her lips moved into a smile at the fact the girl(Maelona) accepted her offer. She wouldn’t have been offended if the girl(Maelona) didn’t want to take her up on her offer. After all, the knight knew some people needed alone time when upset, while others needed company. In this case, maybe the girl(Maelona) needed someone beside her for the time being. Though, while Soren was curious about what was upsetting the girl(Maelona), she decided to just take the acceptance at face value. No need to go digging into it after all. “That makes the two of us, though I believe you already know that.” Soren had no reason to stay embarrassed over her moment. Besides, she always found teasing over small moments like made her less likely to get worked up over it. And as a knight of Envy, she could not afford to get worked up over trivial things.
She nodded as the girl(Maelona) admitted a distraction would also be nice as well. Any distraction was nice if it allowed the mind to not linger on upsetting things. While the knight would likely not learn what was upsetting the girl(Maelona), at least knowing she was helping felt nice. Though, Soren’s pride would not allow her to admit finding such a thing to be nice out loud. After all, the knight had a tough b***h façade to keep up. Not that the knight wasn’t a tough b***h. She just wasn’t that all the time. “Then may the distraction given do its job.” Soren had no idea that her saying that her destination was the kitchen and the dining hall might have affected the girl’s(Maelona’s) deicision. Then again, the knight was still in the dark about the murders in the dining hall. Thus, how was she to know her destination choice would have likely effected the girl’s(Maelona’s) decision?
Though, when the knight learned the girl(Maelona) had missed dinner as well, she couldn’t help but tilt her head. “Oh? You did?”’ Her hand briefly rested against her stomach when she thought another growl was showing its head. “Guess we are in the same situation then. Though, probably not for the same reasons.” How could the girl(Maelona) relate to her reason of missing dinner involving someone posing as an heir and turning out to be demon? Oh, and on top of that, pretty much getting accused of killing said heir until said REAL heir showed up? That was definitely a very interesting situation to say the least. One she hoped to never relive any time soon. “But, I wonder what food they will have in there?” The knight got off the topic of how their reasons were likely different.
After all, the girl(Maelona) would explain her reason if she wanted to, and in return, Soren would explain hers. Though, she wasn’t sure her explanation wouldn’t look a little nuts…The knight got off that at telling the girl(Maelona) some words that her mother had once told her. The compliment the girl(Maelona) gave caused a warm smile to appear on her face. “Yes. She was a very kind woman.” While she would not lie about the use of the past tense referring to the fact her mother wasn’t alive anymore, Soren hoped the girl(Maelona) would not ask about that. Only a few knew her mother was dead, and even fewer knew how she died. In her mind, it was best that it stayed that way.
Then, an introduction was given. So the girl was a princess named Maelona. It seemed she didn’t reveal what kingdom she was from, let alone her last name. Did that mean Soren shouldn’t either? Not like such information was important at the moment, considering food was more on her mind than knowing where Maelona was from. Thus, once Maelona gave a form of polite curtsy, the knight gave a bow, not noticing the out of place smile. For now anyway. “I am just a lowly knight named Soren. I prefer Soren to lowly knight though.” A little bit of playful teasing as she stood up, smiling a little. Now the knight did notice the way the smile contrasted with the sorrow written across Maelona’s face. However, the knight decided not to bring it up as she waved her hand forward.
“Let us get going then. No need to starve ourselves any longer.” Before they could get moving though, Soren caught something out of the corner of her eye. Her head turned slightly and noticed a blue haired girl(Ella) coming around the corner. Her eyes blinked slightly at the sight. Not because of the girl’s(Ella’s) hair color, but because of the odd feeling that she knew this person before her. She was sure she would remember meeting a girl with blue hair(Ella). Thus, why was she thinking she had seen this girl(Ella) before if she couldn’t remember meeting her? The knight never did like feeling things she could not explain. However, the girl(Ella) appeared harmless. Also, the strange feeling inside of her seemed to reassure her of her mind’s assumption. But, the strange feeling also made the knight weary, her dark blues keeping themselves on the girl(Ella) as she approached.
The way the girl(Ella) addressed her and Maelona seemed to go along with the odd familiarity inside of her. However, the knight would remain guarded until she could figure out where she had met this girl(Ella) before. Though, from what she could tell, the girl(Ella) talked and acted like a servant. At least, if the bow and the hands clasped in front of her said anything. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t treat the girl(Ella) with respect. After all, her best friend was a kitchen servant! That would be hypocritical of her to treat one in a mean fashion and another in a kind manner, and Soren did her best not to be a hypocrite. “Yes, everything is alright. Though…” How she was supposed to phrase her question without sounding stupid?
Then again, she could only hope it wasn’t just her that was subjected to the castle’s crazy whelms. She would actually feel embarrassed if that was the case! But, getting Maelona lost on their way to the kitchen would be even more embarrassing! Thus, the knight knew she had to swallow her pride in order to not get a bigger hit on her pride later on. “Would you happen to know the way to the kitchen? The pathways in this castle seem to change on me quite frequently. Though, I hope my mind has not finally lost it and it is just making such a thing up.” Whether the girl(Ella) thought she was crazy was unknown. However, she did seem to know the way as the three soon started going down the hallways.
Her dark blue eyes looked around her as the group soon arrived at the kitchen. The knight couldn’t help but note they weren’t the only ones in there. She didn’t recognize any of the three people. Maybe the girl(Ella) or Maelona would know them? “I did not expect the kitchen to have anyone in here at this time of day.” Soren nudged her head towards the three people. One woman(Micah), One quite masculine male(Sokar), and the other male(Dante). “Do you two know who they are? I don’t recognize any of them.” A faint shrug left her lips as she looked at her two traveling companions.
“Probably best not to disturb them though. But, more importantly, do you know where the food is in here? Me and Maelona had come here looking for some food to eat since we missed dinner.” Her question was directed towards the girl(Ella) as her eyes shifted between her and the three people nearby her, Maelona, and the girl(Ella), not wanting to be caught off guard. Brought to my knees
Though the darkness surrounds
it pull me down,
I do not sink beneath
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 4:51 am
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Ӄῐηɠɖѻɱ: Avarice
Ƚѻҫӓʈΐѻη: Veritas Kingdom - Locked Away in Quarters
Ɍӓηҟ: Heiress ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━  Her expression seemed carved from the finest, purest of marble. Her skin echoing a faint tinge of pearl…Eyes the sparkling color of amethyst quartz. Despite her dour temperament, she seemed filled with radiance…Her state was unnerving to those in the room. So much light and darkness crashing together made them uneasy. It was like having the sun and the moon in the same dark sky. This was the calm before an impending storm. Her hand maidens had gone about their usual duties in silence as she had demanded—Fearful, of what their Mistress may say or do… One picked up the golden brocade that she’d thrown carelessly to the floor. Another slowly approached her and began undoing the complicated plaits and curls from her gold-silk hair, brushing it with an ivory toothed comb until it gleamed.
Though out all… She was silent.
Angry. Beyond that—Hurt. Afraid.
The Heiress of Avarice, should never fear anything. Not man nor beast. Nor a Marshal with wandering hands.
She was displeased for so many reasons…The more she tried to organize them, count them, in her head—The more angry she got. Her chambers slowly started to fill with fog…The air cool. Crisp. Her mood reflected in how she viewed the world around her… And therefore changed what lay around her. It was a weakness, once she had yet to learn to control. Her emotions were linked directly to her ability...Her ever changing colorings giving away her temperament, if one cared to learn them.
She was…Horrified, that the tryst had caught her so completely by surprise. So much so, that it had allowed some Lustian fool to sneak up on them. She couldn’t image what Petyr must think of her for her swift departure…Though he hadn’t seemed upset. She would much rather be frolicking in the garden, making teasing conversation with the Prince of Justice…Rather than turning her rooms into an iceberg. Not only would befriending Justice benefit her Kingdom….
Dominique thought the man was sweet.
Genuine.
It was hard…Beyond hard to find someone that spoke from the heart—Rather than the manipulated brain. Even she was guilty of that…Especially guilty of that. It had been refreshing…Especially with fresh blood on her hands.
What was worse than anything…Worse than the treason…Was the flaxen haired woman she’d seen with her Marshal. Dominique’s tutors had crammed the identities and portraits of the other Kingdom’s royal families into her head day in and day out…For years.
If she wasn’t mistaken, the harlot was none other than the adopted Princess of Fortitude.
Barely contained fury wove its way through her and her hands shook… Still holding the lump of smooth gold in her hand from Petyr. It had come to her attention when he’d handed it to her, what a lovely necklace it would make, if molded correctly. Gold was a soft metal. Her eyes closed, trying to find peace in her imagination… Trying to change it, bend it to her will. As a muse, it was one of the first rules she’d been taught.
To find peace—Inner peace. Creating helped her do that. The ability of a muse could be just as dangerous as any sword, both to the wielder and those around them if used incorrectly. Her rooms were growing colder by the moment.
One of her handmaidens heard the scuffle from the window, and the two other women moved as a unit—Coming to block Dominique’s form with their bodies while the first drew a dagger from what seemed like thin air. The little Queen-to-be stiffened, falling back, allowing the cadre of women with her to perform their duties. All of them were beautiful, flaxen haired women that acted as bodyguards, decoy’s, and confidantes to their mistress. They all bore a striking resemblance to her. She’d never been quite sure, if it was merely coincidence, or if practitioners from the Avarician royal court had changed their appearance to suit their needs.
The familiar voice that came from the window caused the handmaidens to still…Though weapons were not lowered. They responded only to Dominique’s commands. Her chin inclined, and her head nodded…Giving the silent signal for them to back down and break formation. As traitorous as Fandral suddenly seemed…With the oaths he’d sworn, she believed, at the very least…That he’d not want her blood on his hands. “The doors to my quarters were locked for a reason, Lord Wolfram.”
Her tone was cold…That which she’d given the Lustian housecarl not long ago. Her countenance was devoid of any personality or traits that may define her…It left her objective, and authoritative. Though Fandral would know her well enough that the blank slate she presented was not all that lay beneath the surface…She caught his softening expression, and she looked away.
She did not want his pity.
“Leave us.”, Dominique commanded of her hand maidens, and they scattered…Likely off to speak with the other two. She knew they gossiped like sisters. There were five in total…But she usually only ever kept three active at any one time…They were rotated, so as to avoid tiring them. She trusted them implicitly however…They’d served her, and saved her, on more than one occasion.
Dominique was silent and allowed Fandral to speak, lavender eyes boring faithless holes into him. When he voiced the woman’s name, her glare intensified…Sealing, her suspicion of the woman’s true identity. “You are wrong…Or a liar, as well as weak willed. That woman was no nomad, no mere pirate. She is Princess Alexandria, daughter to Fortitude.”
“While I mourn your loss, as I mourn misfortune to all Avarician’s…It matters not. Today, was the day that we made a stand…That you made a stand, at my side. That we proclaimed to all of the Kingdoms that Avarice is strong once again, that we are whole, and united.”, the muse spoke firmly, careful not to allow the burning anger she felt overflow…In good conscience, she couldn’t scold him for his weakness, and exhibit the same traits herself. ”Not hours later… I find you in the arms of a Princess from another Kingdom—That may, or may not be a friend to us…More importantly, I am not the only one who witnessed it.”
“The Prince of Justice, Petyr Cromwell also saw…Recognized you… AND recognized the fact that you’d left your future Queen alone, for a twilight tryst. A housecarl of Lust may have seen as well…What he might have made of it, considering I do not know him…I am unsure. But whether he knows who you are now, matters not. He will soon, if he is of any use to his house.”
She watched as he drew his blade and dropped down on one knee…Offering her the weapon. The blond beauty did not look away, but she did grasp the blade…Expression revealing nothing. He bowed to her…Placing his life in her hands. Offering up the life of the Princess he’d lost himself with…A sigh left her…One that was equally tired, and disgusted. “Your loyalty to me should have never….Ever been in question. That you offer proof of it now, is pure insult.”
“Were I to allow the death of the Princess…I would begin a war with Fortitude. I guarantee you, that my father would be displeased. You must learn to weigh the consequences of your actions carefully….We are already at war in this realm. Only, instead of swords and weapons…We will occasionally be fighting with words, wit, and political clout. You have disgraced my name…You have sullied the reputation of Princess Alexandria, in public… If I had wanted a slave for my Marshal….I would have requisitioned a slave. I have never required a puppet.”, she voiced with all of the grace her mothers had instilled into her… She spoke her mind, and her heart, without bringing emotion or petty jealousy into the argument. She leaned towards facts. They were indisputable.
“I believe that your decisions have compromised your ability to protect us. As my Marshal, I am your priority. Your only, priority. You knew this when you made your vows. If this Princess of Fortitude was enough to cause you to lose sight of that…Even for a moment…Your priorities are not as they should be… And I am not safe, in your possession.”
She turned away from the kneeling man…Dropping the dagger to the floor…The clattering sound causing her to freeze. She was unwilling to show how deeply he’d wounded her. She’d prepared for this day for years…To be able to finally claim what rightfully belonged to her. To take her place in the world, as the future Sovereign in Avarice. She’d always thought that she would be the one to make the social gaffe and cause all they’d worked for to fall down around them due to her inexperience… She’d never thought, that she might have to replace Fandral.
Her hand came to rest on her flat, corseted stomach, assuaging the feeling of being kicked at the realization… Squeezing the lump of gold in her other hand. “Your place at my side has become potentially forfeit. You have betrayed me, Fandral Wolfram. Je t'ai fait confiance*…Only you, in this place. And you betrayed me.” (I trusted you...)
She walked away then, away from the windows and moonlight…Away from the Marshal. The fog and coldness in the room dissipated, revealing the crackling flames in the fire place as she headed towards her bedroom…She was exhausted...Barely on her feet, from the days events, from using her ability so heavily… She felt emotionally bereft. Axella padded softly behind her as she moved…Tail brushing against her, before she found her bed in the corner of the parlor…Sensing that her mistress needed rest.
 
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 5:43 pm
Merry archer, bold and strong,
Roaming oer life's trackless way,
Ranging through the forest long,
Did'st thou wound a heart to-day? Kingdom: Prudence
Location: Forest with Ryan and John
Belle listened intently as the men talked. Both were handsome in their own right, and she was thankful they were both from virtuous Kingdoms. She wouldn’t have known what to do if she came into contact with someone from a sinful Kingdom, especially Lust. Just thinking about Lust made her eyes go from a friendly, tired state to a cold, hard look. Before she had left to come to Veritas’s, her parents had told her over and over again, not to attack anyone, especially if that someone was from Lust. ‘You are going to PROTECT the heirs, not start a war there. It is a safe house, you will do well to remember that.’ Belle rolled her eyes as the voice of her father and mother repeated filled her head. The archer tried quickly to refocus her attention back on the men before they noticed her spacing out.
As the Ryan spoke, he mentioned that sleep had been evading him, and Belle nodded. Fair enough, she had been there before. Only, when she couldn’t sleep, she wandered around the firing ranges or forests in look of something to shoot. As for the other man, John, he was much more peculiar. The angel apologized for having to invade Belle’s mind, but indicated he could not speak and would stop if it bothered her. Please, someone speaking in her mind was not the worse thing that had ever happened to her. Waving a hand in the air as if to brush off his comment, Belle replied “No worries, Sire. It does not bother me at all. I would much rather you speak the way you can, than to remain silent.”
As the conversation went on, it would seem that John also had spare time on his hands. When the man had gone out to go flying, he spotted Ryan. The rest of their story was the present conversation and situation. And what about her? Why was she up? That was a good question, why was Belle up? “To be honest I did not feel like sleeping. This is the first time I have ever been away from home, and after what I witnessed in the dinning room, sleep seemed like something only a fool would do.” Rustling the arrows on her back and fingering the bow on her shoulder, Belle continued to speak “And I have been unable to locate Prince Gregoir and Lady Milani so I decided to do some wandering. This forest seemed like the perfect spot for some practice, to let out some frustration. But I do believe your worries are no unfounded, Prince John. I did hear some rather strange things coming from deeper inside the forest.” Belle hadn’t felt the urge to look for trouble, so she had avoided the areas where she heard noise or saw things slinking in and out of the trees.
Looking up at the castle, Belle motioned at the structure. “Should we head inside? We’ve been outside for some time now, and perhaps more creatures come out as the night wears on? I do not know, but this place has a very…eerie feel to it. A shame too because the grounds are lovely.”
Archer, in this forest dark,
Thou hast scope to prove thy skill
Cast thine eyes abroad and mark
Lurking vice and rampant ill. Out Of Character: Sooo, I know I should be using my Purple Devil account, forgive me on that one. I forget to log into her ^_^;;; Also, whoever wants to out of this group, feel free to auto Belle to the castle or wherever if you want to move the group.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 7:30 pm
Rank: Youngest Prince
Kingdom: Wrath
Location: Nathaniel's chambers with Lorelei and Nathaniel and Liam//Lorelei//Off to who knows where. █║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ Lucas couldn’t help the twitching of the corner of his mouth as Nathaniel mentioned Fortitude being in a war with his home country and continued on with Haven being level headed. “Sir no man is level headed where his heart is concerned.” He replied his dark pools not leaving the princess as he waited for her to come to him so that he could leave. His voice giving way to nothing. “It matter not that the two are merely betrothed it maters that you Sir have crossed the line with the princess and if you were not able to keep your emotions under control then you should keep clear of the princess. Especially in your private quarters.” He had barely any room to talk, he knew, but at least when he kissed Lorelei she was a free woman and not bound to another man.
When he’d learned of her betrothal he’d lost all hope of her being his. The idea of swooping down and caring her off to some far distant land had crossed his mind once or twice but he was a broken, wounded man. With enough hardship and heart ache to last him two life times.
It seemed that no one was aware that he was ready to leave the chambers of the thorn in his side. As Nathaniel kept pushing him to let his temper fly off to handles once more. He was no fool. Yes he was ruled by his emotions but the one emotion that was keeping him in check was the pain that coursed through his veins and tightened his chest. It was a pain that was hidden just beneath the depths of his dark gaze that never wavered from Lorelei. “Lord Nathaniel do you talk just to hear the words leave your lips if you were not paying attention I was ready to leave yet you sit here and attempt to annoy and get a rise out of me. I have spent years with men like you and I know when one is trying to get a fight.” He said cooly his gaze flickering toward him for a moment
Yet it was then that the door opened and another joined the party. He only glanced toward the male for a moment and knew in that instant what the coward lord had done. Called for reinforcements. Had he been able to Lucas would have groaned with his annoyance. But right now his body stiffened poised for any on coming attacks. Lucas shifted his footing slightly his dark gaze meeting golden orbs and he saw that need, that raw need that he knew so well. It only caused him to loosen the hold on his beast so that if he need to fight he would have that surge, that oomph to aid him. As Liam spoke Lucas once again took hold of Lorelei’s wrist. This time his touch was more gentle, the pad of his thumb caressing her fair skin, a silent goodbye. Just needing to touch her in this way once more.
It sent the pain through him like a thousand blades rushing through his heart. Stabbing into the sore muscle till nothing was left but a mangled heap in his chest.
Light work? Lucas knew who Liam was but if the man should choose to attack he would not have light work. It would be anything but light work. And should Lucas be harmed Lincoln would with out a doubt go to war over it. And even though Envy had a greater army there was one thing that they did not have and that was the love that fueled the fire beneath Wrath. For not even the king of Wrath would allow his most beloved son to be harmed by another.
“I assure you that if we were to draw arms that I would not be as easy as you think.” He replied to the man. “Though it’s curious why you’d dare speak to someone of higher rank than you or do you, M’lord Wood allow your men to speak to other royals with such impertinence?” He asked with a raised brow. “What ever the reason. It matters little you clearly have many arrangements to tend to with the death of your sister and I send my condolences. It must be hard loosing a sibling. Though…not wise to seek comfort in a woman’s arms. It never eases the pain. Only makes it that much worse and hard to deal with.” He could speak from personal experience.
He’d done so with the siren princess, allowed his beast, his siren half to lead him by the nose and hounding after the unobtainable. He felt defeated and unsure of himself anymore. As if a part of him that had once been filed by the idea of the woman who he held onto would make him whole. After loosing Melrose he’d nearly lost his sanity and now he was about to loose it once more.
Yet it was the princess’ voice who drug him back from his own sorrow as his pulls turned toward him as she offered up an excuse for the leach. Which, if she knew him better would know that what she said stung far more than had she just remained silent. His gaze hardened as he looked down upon her, a silent warning to not do that again. He was not dim witted. “I care not that he would harm you Princess but for the fact that I’m sure your husband to be would not be to pleased to hear word of what has happened here or what could have happened had I not intervened.” Was it harsh, the words that fell from his tongue? Yes. It was but there was to much turmoil with in the young Masterson’s mind for him to be delicate with what he said to her. It was the truth. And while he wanted her to be his own, he would not have her slandered for her sin. To be a plaything for some prince when he did not care for her but fell beneath her spell.
He kept his composure as she denied him. He held back a low hum of frustration. What did she think? That he was not able to control his siren side? No mater how strong the siren was with in him he was able to control it. And damn him for not having the ability to speak with her mentally. He only was able to block such an ability and while it came in handed he cursed it at this moment. In fact her believing him to be weak only hurt him that much more. “Unlike some Princess I can control myself while in your presence.” He let his hand fall to his side resting on the hilt of his sword, more out of convince than threat.
Finally however it seemed that she was ready to leave and his dark pools flickered toward Nathinel’s back and then toward Liam before he gave the other man a slight nod. Before he rested his hand on the female siren’s back and pressed her forward a slight, delicate nudge indicating he was ready to leave before his hand fell back to his sward and with that he left the Envy heir’s chambers. The air out in the hall felt so much lighter as he took a deep breath, his limbs suddenly feeling of led as his hand rose once more and brushed his dark locks back.
Dark pools fell upon the flamen locks of Lorelei before turning away allowing his guard to fall enough for him to relax. “I’m sorry if I hurt your wrist.” He uttered, his voice rather monotone. “And as for what your voice has done to me.” He took a step in front of her and turned toward her. His gaze as hard as stone fixed upon her honey orbs.
“It did nothing to arouse what I feel for you. Believe it or not, I care little. I can not believe that you honestly think that I am a victim to your song.“ His eyes shinning bright with his hurt and anger. Nothing was hidden in their dark depths. “That you believe that a man can not care for you of his own volition. I choose to pursue you even before my siren felt the call of yours. Just like I am choosing now to let you go. You act as if you have no choice in the matter and I’m not talking about your betrothal I’m talking about your siren. You can control that and I know you think that because I am merely half that I don’t understand it’s full power but you only know half of how I came to be. So don’t you dare behave you’re a victim to it’s spell. We all have choices. It’s merely an excuse. Even if we feel as if we don’t.” And with that he turned away from her and went to do what he’d originally intended to do before she distracted him.
To go for a ride.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 9:11 pm
 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 was curious by the way Kirios seemed a bit insistent about this ally business, and wondered if perhaps it was a habit of the white kingdoms. Did they respond to their debts more feelingly than the black kingdoms? He had not done it for any other reason than to defend his family’s honor truly, but if the true royal family echoed Kirios’ feelings, it would be polite to speak with them. He didn’t expect anything in return (nor would he dream of accepting anything either). But it would be useful to gain acknowledgement, in case that perhaps, if they ever heard of a plot against his family or his kingdom, it might be passed on in warning.
Though he’d missed his family very much, and as habit, preferred to speak with them in privacy, the heir had no bad feelings of Kirios joining them. Perhaps it was a reflection of how the general brought good feelings with his jokes and his attitude. He kept his attention on Corrine when she cleared her throat softly, curious. His cousin, needing an escort? It was a quick and simple deduction what she might have meant by that, and the heir nodded at her. “As you wish, dear cousin. Mishka may take a few minutes without her maids at this hour.” He turned to Kirios with a calm expression, assign him, “I would hope you would keep a close eye on my angel of a cousin, sir. In case these hallways might make our reunion take a bit longer than expected.” He gave him a slight tilt of his head politely, then also to Corrine, though there was a hint of a fox grin in his eyes as he looked at her. The archduchess could take care of her herself extremely well, and he would not be worried if they didn’t get the chance to see them again tonight. Perhaps he should actually worry a bit for the General’s safety... Though he was no longer personally interested in such diversions, he would certainly ask Corrine for a few details come morning. Or perhaps that very evening, if they did not get so far as to skip the rendezvous.
“Until then,” he told them, somewhat of a dismissal, but not a rude one. He would remain by Mishka’s door, thinking of how he might plan tomorrow, what details would need to be mentioned and which would need to be ignored. It would be a bit of a risk to ask to see Nathaniel, when he might still be in grieving for the princess Rosalie. But though he’d heard talk that it was a suicide, it might better seem he was merely moving in quickly because he was worried for Evony’s safety, as if concerned the mysterious killer was at fault.
Mentally occupied, he stretched his sore shoulders a little bit, hoping it wouldn’t be an impossibility to find the dining hall. Hopefully they’d find a servant to lead them, one that wouldn’t get as lost as he sometimes felt in this castle. While he was mostly hungry, he hoped they might also be served a light wine of some sort to wash away the aches of the day. Patiently waiting for Mishka, he started thinking about what Lucas might be up to at this hour, and if any other siblings had come with his mother besides Stefan. Not that he hadn’t missed that brother as well, but he had seen him more recently than some others. The heir frowned a bit as he wondered how that brother might be taking to this environment. He just wasn’t very social, really. Perhaps it would help if he gave him a little bit of a talk in the morning. After his other business, of course.
Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath,
and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
- Horace
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 6:53 pm
Elliot White
Location: Hallways
Rank: Architect of Fortitude
"I am just a man. Not superhuman.
I need a hero to save my life.
A hero will save me just in time."
Elliot glanced at Claus with a slightly raised eyebrow and small smile as the jester spoke of Fortitude making a good decision sending him to the castle. "I thank you for your kind words Master Jester. I am not so confident in their decision, but I shall make sure I do not let your kind words be wasted." The kindness from the jester was unexpected, but appreciated all the same. A look in Livia's direction was Elliot silently wondering why she was being so quiet. After another thought however, he decided it probably had to do with the recent deaths. The architect still wanted to know who had died and if he knew them, but for the moment worrying about his liege lords would do no one any good. He just prayed Lord Haven and Lord John were both safe. Looking back at Claus as the man began to answer his question. It wasn't long before he included some type of illusionary magic in his demonstration.
Listening to the man as he wove an intriguing and admittedly disturbing tale, Elliot found himself enthralled by tale and found it to be quite entertaining. While he wondered how much of it was indeed true, and how much was simply exaggeration, he couldn't deny it was an amazing tale. The magic used to create the puppet and all the little set pieces along with it was awe inspiring. The little puppet show made Elliot curious as to what was beneath the mask that hid the man's face from view. If he had really went through all that had been said then was he perhaps disfigured? As the jester finally finished is story Elliot was unsure exactly what to say. Listening the laughter emanating from the man and watching the puppet dancing Elliot couldn't help but chuckle.
"That is quite a story Master Jester. It sounds like you have lived quite the life. I find myself quite envious actually. My own has been rather boring in comparison." How old was the jester? That was another question in a long list that the man's story had brought up. Turning to Livia the man decided to include her in the conversation. "What do you think milady?"
(OOC: Again sorry for the long delay. Short ._.)
"And if it kills me tonight, I will be ready to die.
A hero's not afraid to give his life.
A hero's gonna save me just in time."
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 7:24 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: The hall. Currently Wearing: This Dress •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•   Maelona blinked a few times as the comment about it being awkward left Soren’s mouth. Soren had misinterpret the response given, applying it to something else, and not wanting to seem like a horrid person, or better yet some stuck up royal, Maelona felt the need to clarify, though soon she found herself holding her tong. Perhaps it would have been even worse to try and correct the mistake between them, turning it into something bigger than what it already was. She nodded as the red headed woman went on, thankful that she did not linger on the other comment.
"I do hope so." Maelona said lowly. So far the distraction of meeting this young woman had proved useful. Her eyes no longer burned from the lack of tears that wanted to be spilled. Though of course once she began to think again about the reason she missed dinner in the first place, some emotions came rushing back. The Princess did what she could to stuff them back down, there was no reason to begin crying again. She had mourned for the lost souls she had hardly known. "It was quite the… Horrid mess when my brother and I arrived to the dining hall." Her voice had broken half way through, though she worked to clear it, as she tried to ignore the death scene flashing in her mind.
"I am not sure, but I believe any food would be welcomed." This was true enough for the Princess. She could not be picky, especially not at this late hour.
Maelona raised her head and smiled softly. "I prefer Soren to that title as well." She had never been the one to verbally abuse anyone, not even those who were below her royal class. Well at least if they did not deserve it. "Of course." She said, the smile lingering. Maelona had turned in the direction Soren had been pointing earlier, readying herself for the walk to the kitchen, when another woman approached the pair. This young lady seemed to be a maid of sorts. "Good evening." Maelona said with a bow of her head. Respect, always respect, even to those who were below her.
"I believe so." Maelona said, answering Ella’s question, though of course one look at the young Princesses’ face would say otherwise. After that though, Maelona found herself allowing Soren to do most of the talking, asking the young servant where the kitchen was. Ella had been kind enough to help the pair out.
Upon entering the kitchen it was clear that the three of them were not alone. Several others were chatting about as well, though for what reasons, Maelona was unsure. Her blue gray orbs went to Soren as she asked if they knew who the others were. "I am afraid I do not." She examined the other more closely, though could not place a name with the faces before her, though soon her attention was returned to the reason they were here.
The food. Maelona did not know her way around a kitchen very well, though of course something like that would have been expected of a princess. She had been so used to being brought her food, that when Soren had invited Maelona to get something to eat, she hadn’t worried about how they were going to get their food. Soren was busy asking Ella about it, causing Maelona to look at the young servant apologetically and slightly embarrassed. Yes the woman seemed to be a servant, though of course there was no reason for them to expect Ella to go out of her way for the two of them.
"I do apologize." Maelona said softly. Her eyes went about the room again, this time assessing where things were. "I do see bread, though I do not think that will be enough to quench your hunger." She said to Soren. •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx• Louder than sirens
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Hotter than hell
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 11:40 pm
  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"Ϯҕε ɠѳȡ ȿlȧӯεɍ" Kingdom: Veritas Rank: Dragoon Location: Cemetery; I suppose it had to be done sooner or later. Indigo had been standing there, bouqet in hand, for some time now, simply staring down as the light rain drizzled over him. He was trying with all his might not to get lost in the sea of emotions and memories, things that he had buried so long ago to help him hide from the past. "You know, I'm glad I met you, Indy." Two hundred years had passed and yet those words, her words, rang clear as the day she said them in his increasingly addled mind. He remembered it all so well, how he started grinning like an idiot when he said that, or how the full moon was shining down brightly on them. He felt a cool hand on his cheek followed by warm lips pressed against his. That moment two hundred years ago, it was so serene and beautiful. He didn't want it to end. It reminded him of a feeling, a longing he had forgotten with the steady march of time. It subdued his innate wanderlust and filled him with the desire to forget his past and start anew. To live a live, a peaceful life, with the woman who openly accepted him, knowing how stained his hands were and how scarred he was. "You truly are amazing, Indigo. Hunted and hated by your own people, your name is mud to anyone who knows it, save a handful of people, and yet you continue to try and protect everyone. Even those who would have your head, you still protect by running, by saving them from yourself." The way she spoke of him so highly, it pierced the armour he had put up, it almost brought the urge to cry. She was one of the few people who had seen that truth, despite everything he had to do, she knew that he was good at heart. "I never want you to stop loving people, Indigo. You are so much more than you know, you open eyes and expand horizons, you show people a world of beauty and magnificence, and I don't want that to stop at me. I want you to keep giving that simple, elegant gift." Calling himself back to reality, Indigo looked up as rain ran down his cheeks, as though the sky was crying the tears he could not. Gently laying the bouqet down at the gravestone, he gave it one last glance before turning and leaving. She did love you, you know. She may not have said it, but it was plenty clear. The dragon's voice did nothing to alleviate his solemn mood. Come, let's go.
Sitting on a hill, Xakstrazi merely stared off into space, not quite having shaken off the mood that seemed to permeate the air at Elloisia's grave. He cared for her, and would do his best to try and grant her desire, but he didn't think she understood what a difficult task it was she asked of him. He had lost loved one time and time again, whether because of those chasing him or because he simply had to leave, but every time it hurt more and more, and yet she wanted him to continue going through that? Exhaling with a heavy sigh, he did what he could to wave the thoughts away, only to find his mind wander to the princess Madelyne, strangely enough. He had a hunch why, but quickly dismissed it under just a fleeting thought. Despite the "random" thought though, he did wonder about Madelyne, specifically how she was doing. The execution was bloody and he imagined shook up everyone in the room. He know it certainly dredged up some things he could've lived without remembering, who knows what it did to the princess. If you're worried about her, perhaps you should go check up on her? Alehstrasza's calm tone was reassuring, and if nothing else served to shake him from his deep thought. "Right as always, thanks for stepping in when you did, I'd rather not get lost in thought again." A snort could be heard from the dragon. Why do you think I stepped in when I did? It's more or less my job to make sure you don't get lost in thought.
Putting his coat back on, Indigo let his hair down and ran a hand through it before ruffling it to it's default position. "Alright Alehstrasza, let's go. Hope you don't mind if I hitch a ride." His companioned sighed, or at least to the extent that a dragon could. It's not like I have much say in the matter. Patting Alehstrasza and sporting a grin, the young Astral chuckled. "Glad you agree!" Hopping on his companion, they quickly took to the skies in the direction of Veritas' castle. Standing atop the dragon as they soared through the skies, he closed his eyes and let the wind run through his hair. When he was with Alehstrasza in the skies, he felt free. Not quite the freedom he needed in his situation, but a different type of freedom, as though nothing else mattered, there was no land in that freedom, simply endless horizons for them to spend their days flying to. Indigo, should I let you down or? Letting out a hearty laugh, he shook his head disapprovingly. "Come on Alehstrasza, you know me well enough by now to know I prefer an entrance. You should rest by the lake, at least that way I know where to find out. 'Til then." Waving to his companion, he jumped off to the side and began his rapid descent. Unbuckling the latches on his wings, he refrained from spreading them. He wanted to enjoy the feeling of falling, just a little longer.OOC:
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