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 Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 10:43 pm
 Corrine Brooke Masterson // Nolan Masterson Kingdom: Wrath ✩ Rank: Arch Duchess ✩ Location: Veritas' Castle ✩ Dining Room  At least her Elven fiance had the sense to look shocked at their union, Corrine's expression remaining an indiscernible mix of anger, shock and sadness. He dipped into a graceful bow, introducing himself and expressing his pleasure in making her, and her father's, acquaintance. Corrine remained silent, her father clearing his throat and giving her a slight nudge as Valas took a seat across the table from her. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, the Wrathian Arch Duchess sunk into a perfect curtsy, her voice soft and rather dull for her usually animated self.
"Corrine Masterston your Highness, Arch Duchess of Wrath." Raising back to a standing position, she glanced at her father, who took his seat and then gave her a little nod to indicate that she should sit as well. She did not immediately oblige her father, Nolan scrutinizing the heir across him him with his hand on his chin, though his concentration was re-focused when his nephew entered the hall, approaching them. Immediately the Arch Duke rose to his feet, returning the heir's polite bow with his own.
"Lincoln, my boy. Always nice to see you again," he said with a slight grin, his eyes following this nephew as he moved to greet his daughter. Corrine couldn't help but smile slightly when her favorite cousin kissed her hand, calling her a flower. Tossing her hair over her shoulder she let out a slight laugh as he released her hand, reaching out and giving him a slight punch on the shoulder. It was their way with one another. He knew better than most the skill she had in battle - and she appreciated him all the more for his recognition of her skills. He was one of the few people in the world that she truly enjoyed being around, and knowing that he is in this Hell with her made it seem slightly more bearable.
"It is good to see you," she spoke, her green eyes locking into his as her father placed a heavy hand on the heir's shoulder when he asked if he could join their table. Once more her father glanced at her, motioning for her to take a seat as her cousin. Corrine did lower herself into a seat, now no longer interested in the plate of food that was before her. She couldn't bring herself to look at her new fiance, her attention turned to the table as she couldn't help but remain unnaturally silent.
"Of course you're welcome to join us Highness. The more the merrier when we're celebrating something of this nature," he spoke, pouring himself a helping of wine from the jug brought for his daughter. Corrine gave her cousin a meaningful look, tossing her hair over her shoulder once more as the annoyance at her father's "celebration" was nothing she felt like celebrating.
"Father has just announced my engagement to Valas. Isn't that…wonderful." It was taking everything she could muster not to blame her fiance for the events that had transpired. After all, it really wasn't his fault that their God host had a horrendous sense of humor. She may be less than thrilled - royally pissed off would be a better term for her engagement - but she had enough manners to know that she should not openly complain about her circumstances to her family in his direct presence. Not to mention, she didn't want to go through another lecture from her father, detailing how she was failing as a dutiful daughter of Wrath.  ((Oodles Of Carrots: )
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 8:41 am
Kingdom and Title:Wrath; Heir
Location/Situation: Dining hall, receiving the “good” news I 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 did not grin at the way Corrine playfully punched his shoulder, but his eyes, a very similar shade as hers, showed his delight indeed at her action. She hadn’t seemed so pleased when he’d caught sight of her after his uncle initially, but he figured he’d soon find out about it. He sat down next to his cousin rather than his uncle, but he was sure the man would understand. After all, had things been different, the two cousins might have been betrothed, as their personalities certainly did not clash, and their ages were very comparable . But since Lincoln was a pureblood without needing more Wrathian ancestry for a future heir, and Corrine was a direct descendant from the king’s blood, it would not have been a possible match had the queen even caught the slightest hint about it. She would have thrown a rightful fit, probably decapitated someone, and rescinded the king, bringing civil war once more to the kingdom. Definitely not a choice maneuver, but the cousins were at least very close despite any lack of matchmaking. In fact, perhaps the lack of that had caused them to grow well together, for who knew if a betrothal would have caused a rift of Nikolai and Milani’s proportions between the two of them. Or worse, considering they were both very Wrathian at heart.
Ordering a light meal from a passing server who served the wine into his glass, as Valas did, Lincoln then listened as his uncle spoke, curious. He turned to Corrine beside him, looking not worried, but perhaps responding to the look of discomfort forming about her. He sensed her moods fairly well, for otherwise she would have cut off a hand of his when they were children just for getting on her bad side. What kind of a celebration would upset his dear cousin so--Oh.
“I.... pardon?” had Lincoln been drinking his wine, he would have literally choked. But he managed enough calm to look over at Valas. Seeing a slight blush on the fair skin of the elven mage, Lincoln realized it was a true statement. He wanted to know why, and what the devil was wrong with his uncle?! But he was only heir, and until he was king, he would not have the power to overrule any marriages of the nobles and the royal family (besides his own and Misha’s, though that was unofficial). It was only for his father to change Nolan’s mind, and the two generally stayed out of each others’ business. “I... I must say this is a bit of a shock.” He turned to look once more at Valas, as if demanding an answer from him, but managed to keep from glaring. It certainly didn’t look to him as if the elf was gloating or looking madly in love.
It then hit him that perhaps this was not really his uncle’s doing, not directly. “Uncle, has this been suggested by our most gracious host?” The words were dripping with obvious sarcasm, and his eyes hardened somewhat. “The Heir Valas is a fine magic user, and a brave, err man, to boot,” (it would be rude to call out the man’s failings; i.e. being an elf) he nodded at the heir of Justice before turning back to his uncle, “But I did not think we and Justice were exactly.... a match made in heaven, sir?”
He dared question his uncle not out of disrespect (and he tried to be as polite as he could), but because this would influence his eventual rule over Wrath. Especially his plans for further solidifying the alliance between Wrath and Envy, plans which he certainly did not wish to upset in any way. A marriage, even that of an arch duchess, with an heir of a virtuous kingdom, might give Nathaniel pause in their discussions, something Lincoln was not willing to gamble on. “However, I would see the situation would benefit both sides in that it would give us less enemies.” He didn’t want to dictate terms for the marriage, for truces would have to follow, and rather leave that to his uncle and father, but damned if he hadn’t been trained for this so much that he didn’t yearn to make the best use of it.
A quick glance at his cousin made him bitterly regretful that she was so close to him. He did not wish to use her as a pawn as he might other nobles that were not family. Not only a virtuous husband, but an elf? Would he respect her at all, the way she deserved? Or his kingdom, how would they treat a Sinful queen that would be just as capable a ruler as their king? Having his wounded right arm once more on his lap, he moved it slightly to Corrine’s side, squeezing at her arm that hung to her side, unseen by the others. He wanted very much to provide some sort of assistance, but because he was only an heir still, there was only so much he could do. Especially against his uncle, who was so much like his father, men who did as they pleased, and would take offense to any interlopers. At the very least, uncle never raised a hand to him unlike his father had. It was tough love, all the way, within the Masterson family.
Lincoln wondered for a moment, selfishly he admitted to himself, if talk of a wedding with his cousin might put her in the mind of womanly-things, so that he might ask her advice. But then, why would such an event change her personality? No, it was not likely. however, she still WAS a woman, and perhaps later in private, he could still ask for advice.Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath,
and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
- Horace
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 11:13 am
 XARD THE DAEMONIC SORCERORLocation: Forest/ Outside of Church
Kingdom: Veritas, that's where the power is.
Rank: Sorcerer
Wearing This: Sorceress "Yes, women do love the angelic look despite odd coloring. It is that whimsical feeling, I suppose. You could literally sweep them off their feet and carry them somewhere romantic," answered the wolf in sheep's garb with a tone akin to someone day dreaming of better days. She even stared off towards the sky with a sigh. A shrug from herself, causing a little bounce from her bosoms, canceled the little actress's display. "Oh well. There is time for that later."The dragoon was now too trying to reminisce it seemed. He even askeda question about his old lady friend of a priestess. Tonight was a night of nostalgia it appeared. "No matter how much you try, violet vigilante, you cannot go back. Time changes everything. Immortals know this all too well, so why attempt to see? It is none of my business unless I make it so, and I just might," came bored thoughts within the demon's head. He was here to make a contract, and now he was being held up. For the sake of politeness he would not interrupt him, but if it was different company the chatter would cease in an instant. Xard was brought out of his vigilant state by Xakstrazi's gaze and words directed towards his woman form. Now it was time for pleasantries between the two dimension hoppers. "Ah, purple playboy remembers how to speak French fluently. And by the looks of it, nobody here understands what we're saying. Just in case though, I'll switch it up a bit to a different language to keep them guessing. You can never be too careful when dealing with intelligent mortals. Well as intelligent as these ones come," mused the Hell daemon to himself with a proud smile about his current lips. He believed no harm would come telling his "Old Friend" some iota of his plan, and perhaps it would encourage him to assist the demon in his quest for the sake of others. "Turbas, antorchas, y horquetas? Usted me planas con clásicos. Estoy aquí para los negocios, como de costumbre. ¿Por qué haría YO visita ese mundo? Y cuanto antes tengo lo que vine para, al menos daño hecho a esta condenada," (Mobs, torches, and pitchforks? You flatter me with classics. I am here for business, as usual. Why else would I visit such a world? And the sooner I have what I came for, the less damage done to this doomed place) said Xard in Spanish with a perfect accent. He knew the astral walker would understand him given how many worlds he had been to. If not, he could understand somewhat since both French and Spanish were Latin based languages. If he did not, he would reiterate it in French just for him, or would he? Who knows? Xard's attention then turned to the knight and priestess-in-training as they huddled around Princess Madelyne. "So protective. They must know what the little princess is then to crowd around her like that. No matter. The deal will be brought to light regardless of whom is here," thought the demon evilly as a friendly look swept the gorgeous face in an instant. "It is a pleasure to meet the both of you," said Xard with a tiny curtsy to them, "I am Lorelei Xard, Sorceress extraordinaire. By my title you now know how I came here: Magic. Now I have already told this young princess why I am here, how about you three, hm? You came in to this clearing with such energy, I thought something urgent happened concerning Princess Madelyne. Is everything all right?
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 2:57 pm
  ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄ Princess of Humility || In the forest near the old church || Wearing This || Weapon ▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ A perk of interest followed Tantra's statement. Out of thin air? Madelyne wondered, cautiously glancing toward Xard. The princess knew something was odd about her sudden appearance; she would have heard footsteps from further away if Xard had been approaching her. She was a strange and slightly unsettling woman, but as long as she showed no signs of being threatening, Madelyne would tolerate this situation, though she wanted nothing more than to be by herself.
Madelyne hadn't paid attention to Xakstrazi's use of French before; she thought he was merely trying to impress her by calling her 'mademoiselle', but with his mention of pitchforks she couldn't resist listening as he spoke to Xard. Yes, she had been educated in languages, mainly French, as is proper for royalty to learn, so she knew what he was saying. She ignored Tantra and Theoran's movements closer to her and tried to pay close attention for when Xard, no, Lorelei Xard replied. To her surprise, the sorceress spoke a language that Madelyne did not recognize. There were some similarities to French, but she had no idea what was being spoken. Perhaps Lorelei realized some of us may know French, she concluded, looking critically at the two.
After a moment, she brought her attention away. She was tiring of this quickly. This was doing nothing to relieve her own circumstance. She knew it would be rude to just leave, but she wanted desperately to escape from this crowd of people. She was comforted by Tantra and Theoran's presence, yet she couldn't stand being with them either. Can I not just be left alone for a bit? Madelyne thought, exasperated.
It was when Lorelei mentioned her name that the princess glanced back. Her eyes widened, and she quickly set to settle the sorceress' concern. "Oh, no," she said calmly. "Please don't worry about me. There is nothing wrong... Though..." She paused, thinking that now might be the only chance to escape, and continued, "I do have somewhere I need to go. It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance... Yours as well, sir. Please excuse me." She turned to the two behind her. "Tantra, Theoran, would you walk me back to the castle?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 9:06 am
Baldassare Caravaggio di Bacchius Kingdom: Lust Rank: Priest Location: Dining hall, still enjoying the show. "Oh! And-a here I-a was about to find-a another grouppa to talka to. Thissa show was about to-a get boring, honestly, but I'm-a glad things are-a picking up...Iffa you need it for-a the show, I amma Baldassare Caravaggio, the-a priesta offa Bacchus inna the kingdom offa Lust, and-a this issa mia attendant and-a good friend, Laetitia!"The cat man still didn't quite seem to be catching on to the gravity of the situation as he gestured for his attendant to come to him. Laetitia, however, could tell from a slight downturn in his tone of voice, as well as a twitch in his tail, that he knew more than he let on. She knew that he would keep the charade up as long as he had to, as a disciple of Bacchus, to promote the appearance of merriment, but she'd need to be ready the moment he prepared to defend himself. The small quiver on her back, hidden under the bulk of animal furs, would only require a second to draw an arrow from. If Baldassare reached for his bow, she was trained to know which arrow to pull from his tail signals. Baldassare's eyes moved from his attackers slowly to the man putting up a barrier and back. His tail curled up around a glass of wine that was sitting on the table and brought it up to his lips, where he grasped the stem with his paw, sipped, and held it high. "Now-a, who'ssa for a good-a drink, eh? Thissa show'sa gonna be-a great! The crazy-a puppy, the swordsmen...even a fancy-a man fromma faraway land playing-a like he's-a gonna protecta me!"Taking a big drink from the wine glass, he set it back down and began clapping excitedly, his paws thudding together as he flashed his sharp, feline teeth in a giddy grin. ((OOC: Sorry I waited so long to post...I thought I was still waiting for another post to happen that I just found out was made on Monday...>.<))
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 11:01 am
 Jack Rohaun
Kingdom of Interest: Avarice
Occupation: Mercenary/Daemon Hunter
Location: The Garden, the entry hall, then to the dining hall.
Mood: Losing controlHaven was still intent on defending the cat creature, Baldassare and now another warrior was ready for the challenge: Asmoda. To Jack it was still Xard making his life troubling. Just by appearing innocent he has received the protection from the Royal Family of Fortitude. If he attacked the prince it could mean his head, but "R" was not thinking clearly at the moment. He was still bent on killing the cat and anybody else that stood in his way. Haven Green was just a man to him right now, another obstacle that stood before his goal. All the while Ra was fueling the fire with words of encouragement."See that! This stupid man just does not seem to get it. He is even willing to fight you to protect that loathsome feline. The dark skinned warrior also does not understand the gravity of the situation. She is even displaying a cocky attitude about battle. You should put her in her place too, while you are at it. Come on! More souls means more power for us to use against Xard. And...hmm...there's a free soul floating at a dinner table too...Delicious..." Ra had taken notice now of the ghost of Caleb. He could not see him, but he felt the presence. The poor soul was just sitting there, waiting to be absorbed by the wraith arm. The feeling Caleb gave off was tantalizing to Ra's senses. He wanted to eat the little ghost so badly. Jack's eyes narrowed on Haven through the translucent barrier. This man had now made himself an enemy. It was not a wise decision when facing a fighter like Jack Rohaun especially at the height of near insanity. "You are an enemy to this world then..." growled the mercenary as his sword moved up towards Haven's chest. The challenge had been accepted. A quick side glance to Sokar was given with a swift head gesture towards Baldassare to attack now.
Would his allies back him up or watch? It was true that all they ad to go on was Jack's word. There was no other visible evidence that the purple cat was a demon. Is one's word enough to rein in support? Jack did hold the appearance of someone not to be trusted. The mercenary was hardly ever seen by people because he hated company. When he did come out from the darkness of shadows and unlit corridors, it was done in the style of an assassin or spy. Those that had met Jack knew him as a very rude, argumentative, brash, cold, and full of anger. Such traits were not of a becoming of a person. Those people had none if not only a few true friends in the world. People would probably not trust Jack as far as they could throw him given his constant irritated demeanor. Right now he fit the villain role more rather than the anti-hero.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 11:26 am
Ɉϕɧɳ Ӎiҫɧϵɑɭ Gɍϵϵɳϵ Kingdom: Forititude Rank: Prince Location: Dining Hall, Demon! Wait...did that guy just threaten my brother?! White walls surround us
As we sleep among the dead ((I)) John had been enjoying his steak. However, a presence nearby kept on bugging him. At first, he could ignore it easily. But now, it was unbearable. Thus, he turned his head to look. Haven was still trying to calm down the red-haired man(Jack). He assumed it was still over the cat-man(Bacchius). Though, something clicked inside of John. The presence was coming from the cat-man(Bacchius). It was the same presence from the strange jester earlier. That could only mean one thing. The cat-man was a demon. Just great. Now I'm going to have to deal with my homicidial urges again!
He closed his eyes tightly and focused his mind on the steak. His hands tremebled as he held the untensil. After a few seconds of failing, John decided to go over there. I know what I'm going to do when I go over. But if I do that....then I have killed someone in cold-blood. That, I can't allow. However, his body moved of its' own accord. Thus, John stood nearby his brother(Haven) now. For a few seconds, John had to literally pull at his shirt to stop himself from stabbing the cat-man(Bacchius). For once, Lady Luck would grace John yet again. Even though that meant that John would be getting angry.
It took a few seconds to register what the red-haired man(Jack) had said to Haven. With a glare and a hand moving to the rapier, the urge to kill the cat-man(Bacchius) had been forgotten. "I don't know what is going on right now, but I'm sure of two things. One, that cat-man is giving off the aura of a demon. Wether he is one or not doesn't concern me right now. Two, I won't allow you to harm my brother, even if you are after this cat-man(Bacchius)." John gripped his sword tightly as his other hand still gripped his shirt. It was a precaution in case the urges to kill the cat-man(Bacchius) came back. We can chase the dark together
As the sky returns to grey
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 2:31 pm
♬ Ίτ'ȿ ʟΊӃЄ ɱμȘΊϹ τѺ ɱУ ЄɑɌȘ... ♫ Ҭɑηтяɑ ♪ Kingdom: Humility Rank: Priestess [In Training] Location: Forest.
Tantra stayed close to Madelyn, until the strange man spoke to her. "Oh, no. High Priestess Elloisia died many years ago." She eyed the man up, he must be much older than he looked if he knew of a high priestess who lived such a long time ago. Tantra only knew of her because she was the current High Priestess' idol. "Though I do wish she were, I hear she was an amazing woman. I read lots about her, and the current High Priestess trained under her before her death..."
She was caught off guard when Xard spoke her real name. Lorelei? Wasn't that the name of the princess of Lust? She gave the woman an odd look before turning her attention back to Madelyne. "Of course, princess." She bowed lightly towards the two newcomers before speaking again, "It was... nice to meet you." She gave a slight nod to Indigo before waiting on Madelyne to lead them away. "I would love to meet again, Mister, maybe to speak of High Priestess Elloisia."
...βʯʈ Ίʈ ȘЄЄɱȘ ѺɳʟУ Ί Ϲɑɳ ΗЄɑɌ...♬ 
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 3:13 pm
  
~Kingdom: Hubris~
~Title: Heir~
~Location: Leaving the Dining Hall~
Both Trey and Ileana exchanged glances as the dining room quarrel progressed, and it didn’t seem that either one of the parties was going to back down. ”I’ve had quite enough of this nonsense, excuse me,” Ileana looked at the cat-man and his assistant before dipping her head forward to dismiss herself. ”I hope to see you later on,” she told Trey as she pushed her seat back, weaving through the small cluster of people that had disturbed their meal. Subtly, she threw each one of them a harsh look while muttering something that might have been recognized as ‘brutes’.
Trey sighed quietly as he finally relaxed in his seat, looking around the dining hall as a few others took their leave. ”I don’t know about you brother, but I’ve lost my appetite altogether,” he told Richard as he scooted forward, tilting his head towards Haven as he drew his weapon. The man with scarlet locks only mirrored the action, glancing at his counterparts for support. ”Absolutely fantastic,” he let out an exasperated sigh as he lifted himself from his seat. ”I suppose I’ll go now as well, if you wish to join me I’ll be at the training grounds,” he nodded to Richard as he turned to head for the dining hall entrance. He knew it would do him some good to blow off some steam and clear his head. There had been far too much tension in the dining all, and it had only served to grate on his already sensitive nerves.
 
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 5:02 pm
Kingdom and Title: Veritas; head gardener
Location/Situation, and Form: Dining hall; ready to eat fur; wolf form  [Art by Maniac. Click on image for larger pic. Please do not copy; I commissioned artist for this art.]
In the animal it is pure, in man it is led
astray by his reason and intelligence.
~ Denis Diderot
Sokar was a violin string fully tensed under the pressure and ready to snap. Though his ears moved this way and that as the persons concerned all spoke their parts, and he caught the sound of sword leaving hilts, and persons leaving the close area, his yellow eyes stayed trained on his furry prey. Focused, he barely paid any mind to being called a “puppy”, more concerned with hearing Baldassare's heartbeat. It was calm, rhythmic as he did not seem to see the danger. Well, perhaps a hint as Sokar heard the slightest change, but nothing akin to a panic or anything at all like that. His predator instincts delighted in this, enjoying a surprise attack as much as any wolf would (though they were also quite found of letting something run for a good while; fear was a delicious appetizer).
The beast’s brow furrowed though, as he thought he could sense his plants outside, their worry of something out there. It was the true Xard they were feeling, and which they tried to communicate to the gardener (though never with the kind of clarity that Evony or the faerie girl would understand; it was always a vague emotion when it came to doing so with the wolf). For a second, his doubt grew again, telling him this was wrong, that he needed to rely on human traits and stop to think this through. He scented Lorelei on Haven after all, and he trusted her as a very good friend. If he had realized how much she would trust of Haven, then by extension, the wolf would certainly give pause to his actions now. But that was not the case, and suddenly the signal was given.
His peripheral vision caught R’s gesture, and without giving any more bother to thinking, the beast lunged up and forward, a snarling monster of a thing. His muscles had been coiled this long for just this moment, where he bounded with enough force and mass to quite likely to break a bone or two of Baldassare upon their planned impact to the ground, in the way he had positioned himself before the leap. His jaws were open and slathering as they awaited to squeeze against something that would gush blood as he tore flesh or crushed bones.
Though it was a perfectly planned and positioned leap, the slightest unexpected interference would make it go completely awry. The human trait of planning out backup plans and alternate schemes was something the wolf probably should have allowed to enter his bloodthirsty mind.
The unnatural - that too is natural.
~Goethe
The Oneiric Oracle's Conclusion: EDIT: an 'interception' of sorts has been planned, and is in the works =D
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 6:15 pm
Baldassare Caravaggio di BacchiusKingdom: Lust Rank: Priest Location: In the Dining Hall, having a cat and dog fight. "Padronissimo! Laetitia, mia freccia di assopimento, immediatamente!"(1)Baldassare's tail flicked upward as he saw the canine before him bound towards him with his teeth bared, and deftly flipped the slender bow from its resting place over his shoulder. The bow, nondescript as it was, was easy not to notice against the cat-man's coat and brocade vest, but could now be seen plain as day, his feline paws snatching it from his tail with ease. As soon as he finished his exclamation, staring right at the dog the entire time, his attendant quickly dropped to one knee beside him, a flap of foxskin sliding over to uncover the small quiver on her back. She brushed a fair, slender hand almost sensuously across the nocks of the arrows within, plucking out one which had thin, white fletching on it and thrusting it up into her priest's right paw. Without another second wasted, he quickly nocked the arrow, which had a crystalline blue tip, pulled his paw dramatically back, always eying his target, and released, the feathers faintly sibilant as they fluttered through the air. The arrow was soon embedded within the chest cavity of the hound...but, curiously enough, drew no blood. In fact, if the arrow were to be removed, there would be no noticeable wound, despite the tip being missing from the arrow. Baldassare smiled, brushing the long hair atop his head back behind his ear as he held his bow at the ready in case of another attack from elsewhere. Laetitia, in turn, stood again, shifting the weight of the quiver on her back. "Dorma, cucciolo..."(2)((OOC: The arrow's effect is one of a deep sleep that would last about three hours...one might say it would be a nice cat-nap. wink ))
Translations:
1: "All right, then! Laetitia, my arrow of slumber, immediately!
2: "Sleep, puppy."
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 6:30 pm
Kingdom and Title: Veritas; head gardener
Location/Situation, and Form: Dining hall; and OUT for the count; wolf form [Art by Maniac. Click on image for larger pic. Please do not copy; I commissioned artist for this art.] Instinct guides the animal better than the man.
In the animal it is pure, in man it is led
astray by his reason and intelligence.
~ Denis Diderot
Sokar’s outstretched paws were mere feet away from Baldassare’s chest when the cat-priest shot an arrow at him. As if in slow motion after the jump, Sokar saw the catman’s movements, and of the girl servant. He had thought it was a normal arrow, and that it would have been a mortal wound at this ridiculous distance. But he had not tried to twist his body away, determined to suffer the wound for the combined safety of everyone else. The pack before the individual, always.
There was a sharp pain in his chest upon being pierced, but the feeling went fuzzy quickly, becoming more a of dull throb. Sokar was forced to weave to the side, perhaps brushing against the cat man because they had been so close to crashing, or perhaps someone or something else. Upon landing shakily on all fours, Sokar turned to look at the priest, and stumbled down when he tried to turn around with a muffled whimper, the magic of the arrow causing him to lose control of his body. His yellow eyes looked towards R, as if saying he tried his best, not realizing it was only a temporary sleep he had been spelled with. The wolf’s eyes then closed as the beast’s breath came deeply once he was completely taken over by the sleeping spell.
The unnatural - that too is natural.
~Goethe
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 6:48 pm
Location:In the Dining Hall
Kingdom: Wrath
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Another weaver? How could that be? And look at him too. He could breathe here. No accent at all. No mask. Not nearly as many tattoos as she herself had on her skin. But still, enough to show which guise he took in dreams. A reptilian animal of sorts from what she could tell at this distance. There was a twist in her heart, unsure of how she felt about this person. Excited? Eager to meet them? Yet afraid. She wore her emotions so clearly on her face, that nifty mask covering her entire face hid the fact that she did feel anything at all really.
It was because she became so curious now though that the weaver decided it was best to become invested in this…altercation of the dining hall. So she could find out though…Look at him. Him and his weaving abilities. While she was not gifted with being able to see the ‘paranormal’, see ghosts, read people’s auras, she was able to see and understand the feeling of a magical weaving. After all, was that not her specialty? It would be a disgrace if she did not (though she kind of already was one really). The point behind the thought was that there was no doubt in her mind that he too was a dream weaver. It had been well over one hundred years since she had last seen one. Spoke with one. Or rather had one speak to her.
She turned to look towards Asmoda. “I have inter-rest en that over there. Exe-cues me, grand ma ma Asmoda.
If I no return, find me when bee fore you sleep so I help you.” Without waiting for a reply, or risking the glare or possible slap from Asmoda, Somni used her left foot to roll the staff onto her right, lifted her right foot and took hold of the staff with her hand before rising from her seat.
Quietly, she made her way across the dining hall, only her robes sliding across the ground and her heavy metal staff touching the ground made any noise as she walked. Somni walked along the ends of the tables so she could walk up behind Baldassare, Laetitia, John, and Haven. However, before she could draw too close, the dog in the dining hall lunged and an arrow was shot. She moved a little faster and came up next to Baldassare and looked down towards the wolf. And there was just a part of her so slightly disappointed that there was no blood and that the dog was not dead. Only slightly. Okay, a little more than slightly. She could not collect anything. But what was wrong with it? Hm. It was just laying there like it was asleep-. Like it was asleep. A thin smile came to her hidden lips. Perhaps later. Honestly, she had never tried anything with a dog. But. Later.
“Pardono mi.” Maybe her saying that would trigger something with Haven? A reaction? Then again, it easily sounded like the normal language around here. “But. This es some none-sense. The cat es a man of re-legion. He es no demon. Vi ĉiuj estas freneza.” Now maybe that one would get a reaction from him! Yes. Maybe!
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 9:02 am
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ƨɑϲʀәʠ ≪ ≪ ≪ ⋘ The Royal Shield ⋙ ≫ ≫ ≫ ƨɑȋȵț
Kingdom: [ Veritas' ] Rank: [ Royal Shield ] Location: [ Dining hall, hopefully I'm not about to offer myself as a sacrificial lamb for a madman hunting a demon that may well not exist. ]
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 "Looks like it's showtime, Apollo." Kahler said with a hint of eagerness. Grasping his sword with a cocky smirk on his face, like he was about to flip the tabled in an unexpected manner. He was in the process of drawing his blade as his blood-brother's hand reached out in front to stop him. "Something is...wrong. Wake me if necessary, but I'll see if there's anything I can't find out." Taking a seat, still out of sight of the dining room, he closed his eyes and entered a meditative pose. "Just so you know, to wake you up, I'll likely punch you in the face." "If you can manage. I figured you might enjoy the chance." After speaking his part, he slipped away at a calm pace, wary of the bleeding and pain he received last time he tried to rush the process back in the forsaken catacombs. Though time was of the essence, and a moment of inaction could mean the difference between life and death, he had faith that Kahler would manage to wake him before if it came to that. Funny. He was a warrior, a wanderer, a guardian, and he wanted to stop the need for himself and those like him. If not for the circumstances, he likely would've mused on how that may well be his undoing.
"Damn it, now is not the time for this..." Once again, his body was chained to the same statue as last time. That same decrepit, dilapidated, cracked statue. You know who it is. "I've no time for your games, whoever it is you are, and lest you feel my wrath I suggest you leave me in peace." How insane it must've seemed, arguing with something he couldn't see and wasn't entirely sure even existed. It was that same voice that had showed him the horrible magnificence he shoved out of his mind as quickly as he could manage, even thinking about it would send a slight chill down his arms. He was met with a haunting feeling as the chains began to loosen, eventually dropping him to the ground. He was as worried as he was ready, as he hardly knew anything of this Realm or it's ways. Could he die here? Could he live forever? Could he fight? Could he bleed? "Enough..." Saying that more to himself than the voice that seemed to intent on evoking a familiar, ghostly feeling in the young Saint, he set to work, launching himself into the near future before attempting to view farther. The fight as he saw it ended up taking a couple of casualties, none of which were caused by the Saint or his companion, though they did incapacitate people who ended up joining the fight, turning it more into a brawl than anything. However, the cat suspected of being a demon bled crimson and hardly fought like a demon. In fact, the cat hardly put up a fight in comparison to any of the others involved, shy of getting an arrow in the wolf that was with them. "I suppose that is a shame."
Leaning hard to the left, eyes still closed, Apollo broke his meditative pose as Kahler's fist impacted with the wall behind him. "Damn it! Bloody hell that hurt..." Standing up as his companion shook his hand furiously in some vain attempt to cease the pain, he leaned against the wall behind him. Steadying himself, it was most curious that he found himself dizzy. That hadn't happened before, but it was an issue for another time. "You'll be fine. The cat, however, would not." Kahler raised an eyebrow as his friend said this, only able to assume that he had learned what he needed to. Pushing off from the wall, he walked into the dining room as the arrow landed in the wolf. Normally this would've been cause for action, however, Time had shown him otherwise. "R. This isn't him. We'll take the wolf and leave for now, but you must take my word." Sticking an arm in front of the red-haired man, it was a gamble as to whether he would be trusted in this instance. The man had a conviction to see this demon dead, and if convinced that this cat was that demon, he would be hard-pressed to believe otherwise. "He'll stake his life on it." Immediately after his friend finished his sentence, the young man shot him a glare, alerting him that he was in for a bare-knuckle beat down later. "If that's what it takes, then so be it, I would stake my life on it." Turning to face the man who wielded a rapier and magic to compliment that, his eyes spoke much deeper than he did. "We mean you no harm. There's a demon somewhere near here, we simply picked up a false trail." Stepping in front of the red-haired man, he placed himself between the shield and his compatriot. Though he spoke in a calm fashion, his eyes showed a quiet ferocity that was holding itself at bay, waiting to be shown the true enemy. His body language spoke of no violent intent, yet shouted to protect everyone, from his brother Kahler to the complete stranger who hadn't even told him his name, showing in essence what the Saint was, shining a light on his soul, if only for a trained eye to see. He would've had to stop himself from letting out a sigh if not for the circumstances, knowing that Kahler was ready for battle behind R, thinking to himself something along the lines of 'Even as a gambling man, these odds do truly suck...'
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 9:58 am
  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"Ϯҕε ɠѳȡ ȿlȧӯεɍ" Kingdom: Veritas Rank: Dragoon Location: Church, you know, regardless of my relationship with him...her...erm, it, I'd really rather avoid being left alone with Xard. Xakstrazi chuckled as the demon spoke, knowing full well the extent of the truth s/he spoke. "You might be surprised how quickly that can become dull and unadventurous." Sure enough, at some point or another, he had done literally just that, swept the women off their feet and whisked them off to the horizon to show them a world of pleasure. Looking down slightly, he coughed and returned his gaze to her face, taking all the tempting like a champ. "But of course, there's more than plenty of time." He said before his mind wandered back to the instances where he would show whomever was lucky enough some romance. He actually didn't do it because he enjoyed sex, though he would be lying if he said he didn't, but it was the closest he could come to what sex represented to him, without having to leave a relationship the next day. It was a bonding act, an enjoyable one at that, but bonding was something he had to forbid himself from doing. Such as with the High Priestess, except he let his guard down and stopped caring once she got in. It was a lovely feeling that she had filled him with, but he knew from the start that should that feeling ever be torn from him, the hole, the pain it would leave. It was better to live without it than constantly subject himself to it like some masochist. He was doomed to live forever, which was his curse, it wasn't like he needed to bring himself more pain than necessary. Yet, despite that, the feeling was addicting, even if he knew how it would end every single time. He had even tried it before. He had met someone who inspired him to stop, who inspired him to love. Someone who turned out to be so much more than just "lesson one" of his new life.
"Bien, soyez juste heureux que ce soit les lettres classiques au lieu des fusils et ce qui vous a. Très bien bien que, essayez juste de ne pas faire un désordre. Cet endroit n'est pas tant pis et je suis curieux pour voir où c'est des gens le mènera, si dans l'oubli ou un avenir brillant rarement vu par les autres mondes." (Well, just be glad it would be the classics instead of guns and what have you. Very well though, just try not to make a mess. This place isn't too bad and I'm curious to see where it's peoples will lead it, whether into oblivion or a shining future rarely seen by the other worlds.) Turning to the young Priestess, Orizanko was somewhat crestfallen, but not surprised. Even if he already knew in his heart that she was as gone as he was, it didn't make things any easier. "I see." There wasn't a whole lot for him to say really, simply more to bottle. If anything, he was likely to visit her grave, however, how that little trip would end was anyone's guess. "She was an amazing woman indeed. I have faith in what everyone can become thanks to her." Even if that faith is shaken by those who seek only to gain. Eyeing Xard suspiciously, he would admit himself curious where the demon had adopted such a name. It was quite the pretty name, hardly something he would've considered befitting of Xard. It was laughable, and he'd likely share a chuckle with himself later about it.
Frowning slightly as the lovely princess decided it was time she take her leave, Indigo could hardly blame her. He would've very much liked to remove himself from Xard's presence as soon as he could manage, and would be doing so shortly if he had his way. Replacing his frown with a happy-go-lucky smile, he waved before dropping to a bow. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Princess. You as well, young Priestess." Perhaps he'd be lucky enough to meet the princess once more, but in more...favorable conditions. Namely, when he wasn't in the presence of a demon who knew about as much about him as he did about the demon. And, you know, when he had a drink, which usually tipped the scales unintentionally. Returning his attention to the priestess as she continued, he raised a brow. "Mister? Please, call me Xakstrazi. Meister Orizanko if you're feeling formal." With the royal blood that flowed through his veins, it was no surprise he was given a title. Meister Indigo Xakstrazi of the House Orizanko, he was called. He would've likely been high on the list for the closest thing to a crown his people had, if his hand hadn't been forced at least. "I'd like that. I'm easy enough to find." He said with a chuckle as he pointed with his thumb back at his wings, which he had extended slightly to draw attention to them. Turning to the man who was with the priestess and princess, he bowed once more. "Pleased to meet you as well, sir. I bid you all a fond farewell, it would be pleasant to meet you all again." Regardless of his actual standing, that is, royalty, he still found himself playing it off as though he was nothing more than a commoner, addressing strangers as sir and bowing to greet and and say good-bye. It truly was a mystery to anyone who wondered what exactly the Astral Walker was. The best answer anyone could come up with to date? "A puzzle wrapped in a riddle covered by an enigma."OOC:
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