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 Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 2:50 am
 Chapter VI - In which information is leaked. The multitude of faeries with a grudge against Araran and his once-seelie charge had dissipated into a small cluster of stubborn fae, small enough to count on fingers. This pleasant fact was warmly welcomed by Araran and relaxed his on-edge nerves - there was little to worry about now, the unseelies had (on the most part) accepted Rioge and he could become a little less protective of the child. With this in mind he had begun to allow Rioge the joy of freely roaming the area around their home and as long as Araran was nearby he didn't mind Rioge exploring.
And that was what the child was doing now, exploring the hillocks and fields around their subterranean home, his blue hair bobbing in and out of view in the long green grass. He giggled profusely as he disturbed some butterflies, sending them spiraling up into the air, a colourful living cloud around him. "So pretty!" He cooed as one returned, settling on his outstretched fingers. It flapped it's green wings slowly - revealing the golden 'eyes' on them used to intimidate predators, yet they did not do anything of the sort to the Ashe, he found them amazingly beautiful.
He moved his head closer, examining the butterfly more intently. Smiling widely - happy that the creature had chosen him as its perch he sat down on the ground, intending to spend some more time just watching the fascinating insect. But it did not stay still for long and swiftly fluttered away, vanishing in the tall strands of grass. Rioge sighed and pouted, he had liked the butterfly; it was pretty, like him! He giggled at the thought and flicked his growing blue hair, his pride and joy. His vain antics were cut short by a gruff voice rumbling from the long grass.
"Hey, Kid." It grunted, causing Rioge to jump - he had thought he was alone, but apparently he was not. Rioge looked around, searching for the person that had spoken, but as far as he could see he was still the only person in the grass. "Hello? Where are you? Who are you?!" He replied, glancing around - feeling the hairs on the back of his neck rise. He did not like not being able to see who was talking...
"Don't matter who I am. This is my patch. What matters is who're you!" The voice replied. Rioge sneered slightly; he didn't like the arrogant tone that the voice was gaining. "I am Rioge, an Ashe!" He snapped back, puffing out his chest and flicking his hair.
The voice seemed to take a pause, as if considering what Rioge had said. Then the grass stirred and Rioge's eyes locked on the movement, expecting the speaker to come forward but no further movement happened. "An ashe.... Hmmm... And what is your old name... Do you know it?"[ The voice inquired. Rioge was a little taken a back... Why should his old name matter? He had only just found it out - Araran had finally found it in a book in the library. But still he gave it, wondering what the voice wanted, "Faaque.."
The voice roared with laughter, mocking him – “The great Faaque, Master of the Nile? Don't joke with me!" The grass rustled again and then a snout appeared, then a pair of tusks then a whole boar-like head emerged. The beast continued to reveal itself; it had the head of a boar, the fur wiry and bristling, but it was on top of a man’s shoulders, muscled – veins budging under the dirty skin. Rioge gasped, the fae that he had been speaking to was some type of troll - pure ugliness. He sniffed and gagged, how had he not smelt the foul creature? It smelt so badly of rot and mould that he was sure he should’ve smelt it instantaneously.
Yet he was intrigued by what he had said... The great faaque? Had his former self really been master of the Nile. He itched to ask more, drain every last drop of information out of the foul troll. How come a disgusting person like this knew more about his past than Araran? But he did not dare to ask more. The troll's tusks seemed sharp and the anger in it's eyes could soon turn to hunger..
"I'm going, I'm going! Off your patch!" He yelped, scampering away, fleeing to the safety of his father's arms.
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 4:48 am
Chapter VII - In which bad dreams occur. Stars seemed to drift in front of his vision, swimming through the dark expanses of heaven - the exotic breeze playing against his skin as he admired the celestial beauties. Each pulsated with white light, intoxicating close yet impossibly far away. Rioge itched to reach out and make a grab for them, but his limbs felt heavy and unresponsive. He turned his head, examining where he was laying.
He appeared to be on a boat, thin and made of reeds. Spices were packed in beside him and the air was tinted with the foreign scents. He could hear the lapping of the water around him and somehow knew he was on the Nile, the great river that cut through the desert bringing life to the people of Egypt. He relaxed in this knowledge, turning his attention back to the stars.
They seemed to glow all the more brightly as he focused on them, their luminescence expanding under his gaze until it filled his vision - nothing but white shining light...
Then he was sitting in a chair, golden and finely decorated with hieroglyphics. Two slaves stood by him fanning him with large palm leaves. Across the room was another man - dressed in a pharaoh's garb, the gold glimmering in the afternoon desert sun. Words tumbled through the air - both his own and the Pharaohs. They seemed to be friends and both equal, both receiving platters of succulent fruit - a rarity in Egypt! People outside their palace would be sweltering in the sun, and when Rioge turned his head to gaze out a window he saw the pyramids, and his heart skipped a beat at their magnificence.
A slave brought them both a drink, in goblets of gold. Rioge looked at the contents and recoiled; thick black oil was in his cup, bubbling and overflowing. He felt nauseous and began to ask what kind of sick joke it was but instead he pitched forwards sinking into the bubbling oil.
He floundered against it. Now in a river of the black substance. It choked all his senses. His nose and mouth was clogged with it, his skin covered and as he sunk below the surface all he could see was the oil, drowning him... Choking him of life....
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Rioge screamed.
He was sitting up in bed, his blankets wrapped around him, almost suffocating him like the oil in his dreams... He was swealteringly hot as he kicked the covers away. The will 'o' the whisp glowed dmly above him like a night light but the ethreal green tinged light made Rioge feel no better, only more queasy and he had to stumble to the bathroom before retching noisily into the sink..
Araran had now appeared and was patting Rioge on the back comfortingly.. Mumering soft words of comfort. "Are you ok? Bad dream?" He asked as Rioge finally calmed down a bit, the tears beginning to stop streaming so uncontrollably down his cheeks.
Rioge frowned and shook his head... "I think... They were memories..." He whimpered, huddling into Araran's chest.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 6:54 pm
[ G.r.o.w.t.h. xxxQ.u.e.s.t. ]
Rioge is growing taller and more beautiful everyday. Not only is he building up a strong personality but he is also harboring a secret ability. What special power does Rioge possess? Does it frighten him or is he merely amused? How does Araran react to these changes in Rioge?
Note: Please just choose ONE special ability for Rioge to practice with. It can be anything from flying to fry cooking, but please remember that this is a new ability and won't be mastered on the first go. If your child doesn't have a specific special power, please state why in your RP. Any questions you have, pm Ivy.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 1:03 pm
Chapter VIII - In which a gift is discovered. The crisp morning air felt good in the fae’s lungs as he sat, content, on the park bench. The park was a place frequented by Araran and Rioge; it was within the boundaries of the bustling human town yet its air wasn’t polluted with exhaust fumes and held a calm natural feeling compared to the rest of the town. Araran smiled slightly, observing Rioge carefully as he swung backwards and forwards on the swings. The little blue haired child was wrapped up in a warm coat, handmade by a generous and kind fae from the Unseelie library – it was soft to the touch and knowing of the Ashe’s love of the colour blue she had dyed the material to be a teal-ish colour. Other mortals were in the park, a handful of mothers chatted by the see-saw, occasionally looking between him and Rioge, probably wondering why a seemingly young man like himself would have a child. They could possibly suspect that he was older than all of them.
“Father!”
Rioge jumped off the swings and strode over to him, his glamoured hair glinting in the sun. “Come play with me father..” He said, looking him in the eye, his aquamarine depths pleading with the older fae to oblige. Araran shook his head, “No Rioge, wouldn’t you rather play with someone your own age?” He replied, gesturing to the other children in the park. Pausing to think about it Rioge watched the other children, most were clambering around the slide, chatting and giggling. “Go on, make some friends.” Araran prompted.
Rioge nodded briefly flashing a grin before dancing off to join the other children. Watching fondly Araran felt a pang of worry. Rioge was maturing so fast – already the days of him being the shy little child were gone, he was growing up so quickly, his head came up to Araran’s torso now.. The other human children were all smaller than the Ashe and Araran wished he could keep Rioge how he was forever, preserve the childish innocence.
“Hey-“
The other children looked around at the newcomer – a strangely pretty boy with shoulder length glimmering brown hair. A few muttered welcomes before turning away to return to their playing. “Can I join in?” Rioge asked, still smiling undeterred by the human’s rather lacklustre replies to his greeting. The human children looked at each other, a worried look on their faces. The tallest and presumably oldest stepped forward. He had mousey brown hair and a chubby childish face, very unlike Rioge’s slimmer almost pixyish face. “Our Mummy’s told us not to talk to strangers...”
A little deflated Rioge sighed, “But I’m not a stranger, I’m Rioge. I’m just a child like you...” The children shrugged, unsure on what to do. It was true that he was a child, but they didn’t want him to join in. Partly because it would mean they’d have to share the sweets they had – conveniently hidden from Rioge – and partly because they could almost sense something odd about the blue coated child.
Seeing the other children’s reluctance sparked a little anger in Rioge. He clenched his small fists and stomped his foot. A rush of something hot went through him as he stared in annoyance at them. “Are you going to let me play or not?” His words reverberated through the air, his voice sounded odd like two or more voices were speaking in unison. The specks of gold in his eyes, normally like grains of sand nearly unnoticeable, flared and glowed slightly. However the children did not seem to notice or care they just stood mesmerised for a few seconds.
“Well?” Rioge huffed, the peculiar feeling leaving him as quickly as it had come.
The children suddenly all broke into beaming smiles. “Of course! Look, you can have some sweets too!” They said in unison, thrusting the assortment of goodies at Rioge. Slightly taken aback by the sudden change of mind Rioge dipped his hand into the bag and pulled out a jelly baby. Nibbling contently he began playing with his new companions.
The hairs on the back of Araran’s neck rose. He stared at his child, surrounded by the children. Although it hadn’t been conscious Rioge had enchanted them to play with him. Araran had felt the sudden surge of magic pulsate from the Ashe and a queasy feeling arose in his stomach. Enchanting was a unique gift – only a few regular fae were naturally talented at it. It involved using magic to change the opinions of others. It was more potent on the weak minded and mortals and so the small uncontrolled outburst that Rioge had exhibited had worked on the mortal children... However, it would be wise to try and teach Rioge how to control and work it correctly.
A smile spread across his face. The next day all the libraries books on enchanting would be taken out under Araran’s name.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 10:52 am
Chapter IX - In which Rioge admires himself.
 Their eyes were locked; rich blue with twinkling golden specks, outlines with dark royal markings. Their love for each other burnt brightly with them, the gold burning with passion. His long blue hair cascaded down his naked back as he admired the only person he was truly in love with...
Himself.
Araran tutted, breaking the intense silence within the room. He should've named the Ashe Narcissus. He spent so much time looking at himself now a days that Araran could almost believe that like the self-adoring Greek that Rioge would have some sort of consequence for all the time he spent looking at himself in the mirror. "Are you actually doing anything in here?" He inquired, quizzically watching the teen.
Rioge sighed, not turning his gaze from the mirror and replied in a rich drool. "Father, I am preparing myself.. The winter solstice is approaching. And with that comes the many festivities that our court is fond of. I must look my best." He look an ornate gold comb from a shelf, encrusted with Egyptian jewels - a true relic from the time in his past where he would consort with Pharoes. Araran observed helplessly as the teenager, so different from the child that he had protected not so long ago, began his hair regime; the teeth of the comb gliding serenely through his silky hair.
Once he got started with his hair there was no stopping him, Araran had learnt that now.. The cute fondness over his blue hair had developed as he had grown from child to teenager into an obsession. The gravest insult you could give Rioge would have to be something deeply offending about his navy locks.
However something about Rioge's dismissive tone hit a nerve. Who was in charge here? What right did Rioge think he had to order him around? It was obvious that something had inflated his ego.. Perhaps the power of persuasion had given him his way too much.. Araran knew how hard it was to resits those glittering portals. But he had to put a foot down now. Just because Rioge was bordering on over-taking him on height he would not pass over control so easily.
"Rioge.. Now."
The tone of his voice left now room for arguing and Rioge exhaled heavily.. Replacing the comb on it's shelf.. "Fine..."
Content Araran nodded to himself and strode out of the room.
Rioge smiled smugly and slipped the comb into his pocket.. He'd excuse himself from the feast and continue his preening then... For now he'd have to put on the facade of obeying his troublesome father.
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