She told herself she was ready, as she watched the Shadowlord address them all.
She told herself that, but deep down inside, Marzena knew she wasn't sure. Was this Justice? The question still lingered on in her mind. And yet, still, she would battle. "Yes, my King." She whispered, heading towards the portal.
Ready or not, this was a battle they could not avoid.
[[Exit]]
Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 10:15 pm
The King came and engulfed Arynek with the color of his kingdom, she was now one of the Shadows, given the name as Moon. Receiving the encouragement from Sun, the new Moon followed the others to the battlefield. It was all for protection, protecting her new home from falling. She had to tell herself since she was afraid inside. She never know how to fight, but this time, she needed to do it.
For her new home and revenge on the one who made her lost her first home.
[ EXIT ]
OOC
Character: Arynek (The Moon) HP: 50 /50 Kingdom: Black (Pawn)
Appearance: Arynek, now the Moon is a shadow figure that you can tell is a girl with long hair.
"Lonely? I... guess that is a word for it," he replied slowly. He shook his head as she replied, waiting for her to finish before he replied in return. "I don't think you understand me. Have you ever been forgotten? This... here?" He gestured again to the fallen kingdom. "Here is the first time anyone has spoken to me in... months. Do you know how hard it is to try and talk to someone, only to have them ignore you? To realize how... how useless everything is, when people will abandon you? It... it hurts."
"This is the first time I've been happy. I just... I don't want to go back. I don't want to be forgotten. I don't want to end up Lost again." He hugged himself, steeling himself. "And... And if you want to end this? Why? How do I know you won't abandon me too when this is over? What if you're just telling me this to do what you want?"
Merope shuffled uneasily. "Besides, Aymet... Aymet has changed. He used to stay in my room because his Soul Eaters overran his. One day he wasn't there anymore. He just. Vanished. Next time I see him, he's... different. Don't you feel it? The hatred? He'll try to kill you if you go against him, and he'll probably succeed. That's why... That's why it's better to let the dream continue on. Can we really tell him what's best for him? I don't even know him or you."
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Name: Merope Major Arcana: The Hermit Rank: Dark Herald (Pawn) Current Location: Black Tower - botherin' Aymet HP: 40/40
Physical Description: A Shadow with defining, illuminated teal-blue lines. Much of him is hidden beneath a simple hooded robe. His beastial form is much like his true undead sea serpent form. While as a humanoid Shadow, Merope wields a staff with his draconic form's characteristics complete with a lantern hanging from its mouth.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 10:34 pm
Strength knew this was their last chance. They would have to fight with everything they had, even if it was only taking as many down with them as possible. And she knew, deep down, that there was a good chance she would not survive this. Many of them wouldn't. But she would gladly give her life for her kingdom.
There was only one thing left to do. She closed her eyes, picturing her kingdom, and stepped through the portal.
[exiting]
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 10:44 pm
Amrita paused.
"Of course I have...but I don't wallow in it. If someone doesn't want to talk to me, I go find someone who will. I'd always talk to you, Merope. My door's always open." She felt like she had said something similar to someone before, and rather recently, too. Ah, yes...Zar. Merope was starting to sound just like Zar...
"I won't ever abandon anyone who won't abandon me...it's up to you whether or not you believe me, I guess." Amrita sighed, tucking some pitch black strands of hair behind an ear. "I know he's changed, but...he's still Aymet. He's still in there somewhere, we just...have to save him...while there's still something left to save." She flinched in pain, memories flooding back; he was angry, but so was she. Seething under the surface, ready to crack and break, only barely holding it together somedays... "He'd do the same for us."
"You're right. We can't tell him what's best, and he will try to kill me, and I won't be surprised if he succeeds...but I'm going to do what I think is right for my friend. That's the best I can do, no matter the cost." Over and over and over again; her life was turning into one giant routine, saving one friend after another. The cost was great, and she bore several physical scars and stitches from paying the price, but the mental ones remained deep and gaping, and yet she'd keep doing it. It was what she did. "So I guess...you do what you think is right." She leaned forward, sliding her arms around him for a hug, nuzzling her ghostly head under his chin.
"I won't hold it against you if you go against me, I promise...but I will try to stop you by any means necessary." It was a sad threat to make, and it did hurt to have to say it; the weight of it was clear in her voice, as despairing as it was true.
Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 10:55 pm
"Tried that," Merope replied glumly. "Got talked at. Don't want to be a bother. Just want... I just want to be wanted. To feel like I can be there, that it's... okay."
Merope watched her carefully. Slowly he shook his head. "I'm sorry. I've... I've heard that before. The same thing happened again. And for me?" He shook his head again. "Not for me. I would lie forgotten until someone wanted to claim my room for their own. Too late, parts salvaged for someone else."
He froze as she hugged him, conflicted. What was he supposed to do? Return it? Why? He stepped back, bringing his staff between himself and the Queen. "I --" he stuttered, looking around. Were they alone? Where was everyone? "I. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry."
Merope brought his staff up as if to strike. It trembled in his grasp before the turned and fled into the portal.
(( EXIT ))
Quote:
Name: Merope HP: 40/40 Rank: Dark Herald (Pawn)
Physical Description: A Shadow with defining, illuminated teal-blue lines. Much of him is hidden beneath a simple hooded robe. His beastial form is much like his true undead sea serpent form. While as a humanoid Shadow, Merope wields a staff with his draconic form's characteristics complete with a lantern hanging from its mouth.
His words made her flinch once more, but right on its tail was anger. She wasn't like those people who wronged Merope. She had never done such a thing to anyone, at least not intentionally; it burned to be lumped in with that sort of person. All she could do was watch as he apologized, panicked and eventually fled through the portal.
Well, at least she knew where he stood.
Amrita took one last glance over her shoulder at the ruined Kingdom, vowing to pay back tenfold whoever had done this to them. Her claws curled into angry fists and she turned, stalking through the portal and into the battlefield.
Rex never was one to think before he leapt. Therefore it was with very little thought, and an echoing roar, that the shadow raptor raced toward the portal and toward the battle field.
Now maybe he'd at last find some food! Oh yes, he was going to bite, he was going to tear, and he was going to eat, ROAR!
[EXIT]
Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 12:38 pm
As the others left with the king, he would not be left behind. Raising to his feet, he followed as well. If it is a fight that the kingdoms want, then he shall give them one.
A drum toll thumped in her heart, and she changed forms to something smaller, straddling Balthazar's back, riding him to war.
We stand without light so that we may become the shadows.
[[ exit ]]
Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 6:16 am
She had stalled entirely too long. Hesitated throughout all of the orders the Shadowlord had given, and for what? Nothing, nothing at all. She was still going to die, regardless. And so this was the last coherent thought Davyne had, as her body collapsed and she listened to half-choked scream that was, she was pretty certain, her own.
A coward's choice, and it had done her no good at all.
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