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 Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 3:51 am
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Ƞaedira Ȉllesande
╚════════════════╝ Kingdom: Humility
Rank: 1st Princess
Location: Solarium - To Altonair's Hallway - To King Alec - To Ryan and Lucien   Naedira spent several hours with the Lady Sara—Having found the Solarium empty by the time they arrived. So strange… Little Evony always took her tea there this time of day. Nevertheless, the two princesses managed to amuse themselves… Naedira recounting entertaining stories from her shared childhood with Ryan to Sara’s benefit. Though she was careful which stories she told—Not wanting to overly embarrass her brother.
It was several hours later when a servant came to fetch away Naedira at the will of the King of Humility… This was a summons that as his daughter, she could not disobey—And as such bid Sara farewell… Though with a promise to ask Evony if she could breed roses in a particular color she liked, and another promising tea and sweets again. Considering she was engaged to wed Evony’s elder brother… She would likely see her soon.
The first Princess of Humility moved towards where her father wished to meet her, skirts held in her hand to keep from tripping on the flowing material. She didn’t run—As a Princess never ran while anyone was looking, unless it was the difference between life and death… But she walked smoothly, with the purpose and grace of a little Queen. She rounded a corner—Only to most nearly walk face first into the back of Altonair of Envy. If it weren’t for her fey reflexes—She would have smacked right into him, and into another gentleman she didn’t recognize from behind.
Backtracking, hair flowing forward as she moved back—She remembered that she was indeed walking in the wing that held his quarters.
“Prince Altonair…”, she greeted her betrothed kindly, walking around his form to see that not only was he with several women—Likely of his court, but with a boy she had not yet met. And the Heir of Envy—Nathaniel.
Naedira and the Heir had never formally met… But she was a good princess, and made it her business to at least be able to recognize members of the different royal families on sight. There was less of a way she cold inadvertently insult a Kingdom—If she briefed herself on their pleasantries. “Your majesty…”, she spoke to Nathaniel, falling into a proper, delicate curtsey. Her head was held high—Not bowed, as it might have been in the presence of a King… Because while Nathaniel was an Heir, and that demanded a certain level of decorum… She was the shield maiden of Humility, its child and princess… While she knew her place…She was subservient to no one.
Her gaze switched to the boy then… Her eyes widening just slightly as Altonair’s wish to Veritas sprang to the top of her head with ferocity… Her mind placed the details for her, and a look of knowing entered her hazel eyes… The boy looked…Dead, for lack of a better word. Her senses told her that decay still touched him… She could taste it in the back of her throat like the scent of long dead roses that had been left in water to rot.
Her gentle, intelligent eyes settled on the deceased Prince of Envy, and though her stomach churned at the implication of his living, walking countenance… She felt an overwhelming sense of pity.
Both for Max, Maxwell, as she recalled his name, and for all in the House of Envy.
Veritas was a cruel, wicked God.
Breathing in deeply, she collected herself—So quickly and easily that it was as if she’d never faltered at the sight of Max Wood in the first place.
“Prince Altonair mentioned you, Lord Maxwell—But he failed to mention how handsome you are.”, she spoke easily, voice filled with its usual honey. Her perfect lips fell into a gentle, unassuming smile—Showing belief in her compliment. Realizing that in her surprise she’d forgotten to introduce herself, she laughed lightly, the sound like soft silver bells as she introduced herself to both Max, Nathaniel, and the women present, that she wasn’t acquainted with. “Please…Forgive my rudeness—My name is Naedira, first Princess of Humility. It’s a pleasure…”
She recognized the red haired Knight from before the catacombs… But the others were a mystery to her. Realizing that her father was waiting, she cast them all an apologetic glance. “Forgive me again, the interruption—And because after being so rude I can’t stay to make it up to any of you.”
Her hand reached out to touch Altonair’s arm delicately… A habit, she was slowly retaining when she wanted his attention. “King Riley of Humility is in the castle… Before he leaves—He wishes to meet with you later, should you have the time…”
Her eyes flickered to Max for the barest moment, and then back to her betrothed… Knowing Altonair would have his hands full. If necessary she would… Give her father some kind of excuse. Or truthfully, explain the situation.
“He…Asked of the engagement.”
It was a polite way of saying in front of everyone that her father had demanded to speak to and meet the man his eldest daughter was to be wed off to. She passed Altonair a reassuring smile… Her father could come off as an opposing man—But as his people would tell anyone who would listen, he was ever fair. “I must take my leave—“, she spoke to all present, releasing her betrothed as she slipped away just as elegantly as she she’d arrived… “Until later then, my Lord.”
With that she continued on… Knowing what her father wanted to discuss. Her sister. **  Alec Riley sat in the receiving room of his quarters…Musing silently over the brief—Very brief conversation he’d had with the Lord of the castle. Veritas had not been as helpful as he’d hoped. “Blood kin problems are blood kin problems. They are best sorted out amongst yourselves. Though… For all this talk of family…”, Veritas had all but sneered, eyes looking away from the King of Humility with clear disinterest, “One would think, you would know blood from water.” It had been decades since the King of Humility had felt… Shamed by something. To have thoughtlessly bothered a God with something so… Trivial, felt like he’d stepped on a cosmic wave that was incredibly reprehensible. His weathered fingers tapped on the armrest of the high backed chair he sat tin, the glass chess pieces that sat before him glinting in the firelight. A dark wooden box sat on the other end of the table.
He’d played against himself for the better part of an hour.
“Is she coming?”, he demanded of the servant who stood by the door, back straight—Stiff at attention.
“Yes, your Grace. The Lady Naedira shall arrive momentarily.”
Silence pervaded every square inch of the room after that, until there was a soft knock at the door… The servant by the door announced the first Princess of Humility with a nod his head, and the King waved his hand—Tiredly giving permission for her admittance. “I apologize for the delay, Father. I was in the Solarium.” , Naedira spoke to the King gently, falling into a soft customary curtsey as she came forward… Eyes immediately drawn to the wooden box on the table. She knew what it was instinctively, before her gaze met the runes burned into the top. Her sudden silence and pointed gaze told the King all he needed to know. He could feel her apprehension as if it were her own. His expression softened for her, and for her alone… He was asking much of her. Perhaps, too much.
But what wouldn’t he do… What wouldn’t she do—To have her precious sister returned to her?
“You can do it then, my child?”, he questioned, giving her a moment to comprehend what he was asking of her. “You do have your mothers gifts... They’ve always ran particularly strong in you.”Naedira was quiet for a long moment before she walked towards the box… Opening the lid. Nothing happened, no fanfare… But she could feel it’s power. The dagger that it held was old. Bewitched. Closing the lid, her suddenly solemn eyes went back towards her father… Hesitance was clear in her. Blood spells were particularly vicious…Especially those that dealt with memories. “I can.” “Then fetch your brother while I send for the girl.” ** Naedira’s stomach was in a knot… A terrible knot that pulled at her insides. She followed a little blue light that wove and danced before her—Leading her towards her brother. It was something of a locator spell, a light to guide her way. Why couldn’t Ryan have stayed inside… Something about walking around this forest alone gave her a feeling of wrongness. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end.
She heard the water before she came across it…And heard Lucien and Ryan long before she came across them. She sighed as she approached them, one hand on her hip as her eyes narrowed. Her above average sense of smell let her almost taste the alcohol in the air around them. “You’ve got to be joking…”, she murmured.
Of all the times for Ryan to try his luck with spirits—NOW was when he chose to indulge? Now? “Ryan Riley….”,she chided aloud, feeling her hand come up to smack her forehead in a very undignified manor.
Her eyes fell to Lucien, and she felt a groan of frustration well up in her throat… Wouldn’t these two ever learn? “Please tell me… That you two aren’t… Half as intoxicated as I think you are.”
She knew the answer to her own question and simply fell silent—rubbing her hands over her cheeks a few times. She loved the both… Though Lucien was of Avarice, through Dorian, he’d become something of another sibling to her. And Ryan—Goddess knew she adored her elder brother. But sometimes… They were both such knuckleheads. “The only position either of you are qualified for right now is jester.”
“Ryan… Father needs us. We have to deal with our… Sister, situation… Now.” ** King Alec of Humility waited a little while…Giving his dear daughter time to find his wayward Heir. He spun the Bishop piece between his thumb and forefinger before he looked back at the servant by the door.
“Send for Madelyne Riley. Tell her I'll be waiting here, in my receiving area of my quarters. I need to see her immediately.”
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 8:57 am
 ∮The Countess∮ I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined Dining HallAsmoda was making quite the spectacle of herself, and of Prudence's court, and Milani had to wonder if their kingdom's reputation would be salvageable by the end of her debacles. Nikolai seemed embarrassed about her less than subtle hints that Nikolai was consorting intimately with his personal knight. She would have chided him for his lack of tact, perhaps told him what was expected of him in the ways of reform. But the overwhelming shock that Nikolai had... it was unthinkable, and kept her mouth tightly shut, just in case her tongue decided to start hurling reprimands at the prince. It was a relief... to think that he'd not indulged in such form; the lack of memories confirming that he indeed, hadn't. “Thank the gods for that small blessing.” She murmured inaudibly. While she was far from keen on the point of her impending marriage to Nikolai, it'd have brought her a great shame if he had been tumbling between the sheets with one other than his now fiance. And that last part made her stomach tighten, threaten to expel all that she'd eaten during the meal. …She hadn't thought about that. Not that she'd the time now, because things fast became more chaotic as Erik lost his temper, and it was an effort for Milani to quell the trembles that wanted to wash over her spine. And she almost happily tucked that train of thought far far from the front of her mind, hoping to never find herself pondering that again. The dining hall shook, and Milani gripped her chair, the whites of her knuckles, watching as Asmoda sailed over the table, squarely landing, head first into the stone wall. Slowly, she got up, sniggering nefariously, and sauntered out of the room. As the king and queen of her country left, Milani released a breath that she'd been holding during Erik's retaliation. Remind yourself to never offend the king.- - - -  Three hours later, and Milani found herself struggling not to fidget from being in Nikolai's private quarters. Erik and Fedora had taken the two seats that were positioned across each other over a small table, leaving only the loveseats for her to sit, her fiance expected to take the vacant spot next to her. (And after being told to come to his chambers, the thought that had passed through her earlier had taken an opening at the forefront of her mind, making the countess anything but comfortable.) And sharing a seat... entirely too personal for a prude. What did she need to be here for anyways? To witness the fact that Nikolai had dug himself very deep into a hole? She already knew that. Danae was to be here as well... and Gregoir. A Prudence family get-together, so to speak. Fedora spoke first, her voice quiet but with the trepidations of anger still lacing her words, obviously not caring to wait because of her other two children's tardiness. “Nikolai. I have been shamed!” “Shamed, by the fact that you would underhandedly go against your father's wishes, and grant that filthy whore amnesty. And to sleep with her! Have you any idea how that will accost Milani's reputation?!” By the end of it, she was shrill. “Danae, openly fondled by her fiance... Gregoir no where insight, but I hear of his indiscretion all the way back within our borders. My children are failures.” If only Demetri were still here, to brighten the woman's spirits. “The only one of the lot of you that we have any hope for is the Countess DeWinters.” Her eyes sidled to the younger woman, smiling slightly despite it all. “The daughter I never had.” “But that woman! Nikolai for all that is holy and good in our land, that knight must go. It is only through the pity and good nature of your father that she lives at all! And after her antics in front of the other kingdoms, I'd suggest you fire her in a hurry.” I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned ∮Milani DeWinters∮
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 4:05 pm
 Jack Rohaun
Kingdom of Interest: Avarice
Occupation: Mercenary/Daemon Hunter
Location: Outside of Library/getting rid of the servant
Mood: Irritated, but not murderousJack brought his cape over his mouth and nose. The girl finally noticed what she was doing, but it was too late. Dust was everywhere, and waving the cleaning device in the air was not helping. In a muffled voice from the cape, Jack called to her,
"Enough! Just let it settle! Flailing around as you are will make it stay in the air!
"Back away from the vase this way." "R" beckoned her with his cape to come over to him as he backed up into the hallway leading away from the library. He wanted the girl to avoid going inside the new "Wreck Room" until some time had passed. The mercenary did not want to incur the wrath of the custodial staff just yet. He possibly knew of a way to do this; Jack's goggles made sure nothing got into his eyes, so he could clearly see her melancholy stricken facade. If he got her talking and willing to share, then perhaps what he said would give her an inclination to put her cleaning on hold and solve her internal turmoil for herself, that is if it was something that could be solved right way. Nevertheless, he had to do something, while being a tad nicer than normal. That pained him a little actually.
Jack lowered his cape once he was out of the "sneeze factory". He looked her over with a hard expression, giving the impression that he was going to scold her for her absentmindedness. "You are fortunate I am not a prince, or an apology would not be enough. Even so, you need to remain vigilante as a servant given how God Veritas enjoys testing the reserves of his people.
"So what has you distracted? I want to know how much I should avoid your services if this is a recurring issue with your person," he said sternly. His full attention was on her. If she moved in any hostile way, he would be ready. Yes she held the appearance of a surf for a royal family, but assassins did too. Jack was paranoid for a reason: everyone tried to kill him at some point if they found out what was beneath those bandages of his. He had allies now, yes, but he still would not put it passed them in attempting to end his life should they discover more about him than need be."Now you're just being ridiculous," commented Ra in Jack's head. "She is just a slave girl or something. Just kill her and be done with it. Nobody would miss her. I bet she doesn't even have a family anymore if she's working here. Take her precious soul, and then toss her body in that mess behind the doors. Maybe spread her blood about to make it look like she was the victim of a brutal attack, which she will be if you let it happen the way that works out for the both of us. There's no CSI, Jackie. It'd be easy, just saying." Ra's solution to everything was killing it. This is a patter than practically never broke. 
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 11:16 pm
  
~Kingdom: Hubris~
~Title: Heir~
~Location: Room, and then Garden~
Trey was quick to drop his and Richard’s earlier discussion once the new arrivals began to approach them. He wasn’t fond of sharing such details, more so when it came to complete strangers. Instead, he settled for examining the pair, watching carefully as his sibling stepped forward to greet the princess. He couldn’t help but grin as he placed a small kiss against her hand, holding his ground. He didn’t approach the woman in the same manner as his brother, but resorted to dipping his head forward ”A pleasure to make your acquaintance,” a subtle smile formed against his lips as he straightened out.
It took only a moment for the old man to chime in again, causing Trey’s grin to quickly fade. The proximity between them was far too close for his taste, stifling a shudder that threatened to creep up his spine as the man whispered in his ear. His dark hues flitted in his direction as he beckoned him to impress the princess, and he couldn’t help but feel as if the man was taunting him. ”Don’t worry, I’m not that rusty. I fare well with a bow,” his face was hardened but he didn’t let his aggravation show through. The man did rub him the wrong way but he would bite his tongue for now.
His gaze veered back towards the princess ”Not at all, we would be more than happy to help,” he glanced at Richard, assuming that he wouldn’t have a problem with it. ”It’s quite a useful skill once you get the hang of it,” he nodded, retrieving another arrow from its quiver as his eyes bore into the designated target. ”You should have a steady stance,” he explained, keeping his feet a good distance apart so that he didn’t sway. He brought the bow up, holding it firmly as he nocked the arrow. ”Draw it back so that your hand is near your chin, and make sure your release is clean,” he went silent as he concentrated on the target. Letting his three fingers lift off the bowstring, he watched the arrow take flight.
~~~SKIP~~~
They had managed to convince the princess to train with them, enjoying her company for a few hours. He had to put up with the old man, but he managed to block out his commentary every so often though he grew tired of his instructions. The lady was the first to dismiss herself, though Trey followed suit shortly after to return his bow to its rightful location in his quarters. His eyes met the old man’s briefly, nodding his head at him in acknowledgement. He gave his brother a pat on the back as he passed him, smiling lightly as he departed.
The heir didn’t spend much time in his room, storing away his weapon before cleaning himself up. He changed into a loose cotton shirt made of black material, along with a pair of black slacks and boots to match. His sword remained fastened to his waist, making sure not to leave it as he exited his suite. He wandered the corridors aimlessly for awhile before he found his way outside in the gardens.
 
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 1:25 pm
  ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄ Princess of Humility || In front of her father's door. || Wearing This || Weapon ▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ With Tantra's comment about aging, Madelyne only nodded her head in agreement. The blood of Fae was a curious thing, and it was true: Fae aged differently than mortals. She herself, as a half-Dryad, has noticed her appearance hasn't changed for several years. It was if she had stopped aging. That was nonsense of course, she did continue to gain years, but her face showed no exposure to it. Besides that, she was still young. So, perhaps she was just imagining things?
When the priestess in training decided to accompany her, Madelyne did not reject her offer. She supposed she was still shaken by the day's events, so she knew it would be best to have someone by her side. But when her father called for her, she would go alone.
Theoran agreed to join them, then said, "I'm sure the Lady Madelyne has been missed." The princess couldn't help but flinch at that. Who missed her? Surely not her family, because she was grieving them once more by coming back from "death", and not her group from the catacombs. She had no friends in the castle, besides Tantra, Theoran, and, hopefully, Xakstrazi. He seemed to like her well enough, but did he truly want to help her? What was he to gain from it? Actually, what would any of them gain from assisting her? A sense of pride, a new acquaintance? Was she even worth helping?
Stop it, she told herself angrily. Those thoughts will do me no good. I have to stay positive. The princess took a deep breath and turned to Xakstrazi. "You may join us as well, sir," she said politely. Her attention went back to the rest of the group. "Let us be off then."
Madelyne faced the edge of the forest and began to walk, this time truly not stopping, as she had the last time she set out toward the castle. She tried to not gain any attention from anyone who was walking about; she certainly didn't want her disheveled appearance noticed by anyone, especially if her brother and sister were still outside. Well, the last she knew, Ryan was in the church. Naedira could still be roaming about with that dark haired princess... I wonder who she was, Madelyne mused. I've seen her before... Oh well, I'll probably see her again.
She was silent as she stepped along the grass. Her thoughts were, again, on her family and what the future would bring. It was despairing, really. The sooner she was called to them the better... Well, not necessarily, but the long wait was starting to really unnerve her.
Madelyne finally arrived at the castle and hurriedly went inside the main hall and up to her chambers; she really didn't want anyone to see her. Once at her room, Madelyne asked Tantra and Theoran (and Xakstrazi if he followed) to wait outside for her while she changed. She then set to making herself look decent. Untying her ribbon, she decided to leave her hair down and quickly ran her hand through it in case there were any snarls. She then washed her feet, since she had ran barefoot earlier, and changed into a green gown. She deemed it appropriate and donned matching slippers before stepping back out of her room, where not only her friends were waiting; a servant stood there, patiently awaiting her. He then gave his message: she was to meet her father immediately.
Her heart nearly stopped in surprise; such urgency was not expected. She dismissed the servant after a moment, finding it took much effort to speak. The time had come, and she had to face it. It was almost too much.
A shaking breath, a pause, another shallow breath. Why was it so hard to breathe? Pull yourself together Madelyne, she told herself sternly. You have to go meet him. But... it was so hard to breathe...
"I..." She stopped herself, then tried again. "Forgive me, but I must take my leave," she told her companions, voice quiet. "Excuse me." She gave a light bow respectfully and left them in the hallway, heart beating wildly in her chest.
Madelyne soon found herself before her father's quarters. She had not yet knocked, but, for some reason, could hardly find the will to. She knew that reason, however: what happened next would determine her fate. Would she find herself with her family once more, or would she be sent to death? She only wished there was a third option. Another moment passed and, finally, she gathered the will to raise her fist and lightly tap on the King of Humility's door.
{o.c.c. Kandrix and ScribbledLies, let me know if you have an issue with me moving you.~}
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 6:21 am
  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"Ϯҕε ɠѳȡ ȿlȧӯεɍ" Kingdom: Veritas Rank: Dragoon Location: Turning his head to face Tantra, Xakstrazi let out a sigh. "I'll admit that I find the princess attractive, and given the opportunity and better circumstances, I'd even offer to treat her to a wonderful night." Scratching his head light, he felt almost like he was digging himself into an even deeper hole than before. Not exactly what he was hoping to accomplish, but as it stood, it made no real difference to him. He would help, then leave when his time came, just like everywhere else. Business as usual. Granted, that business would also have to include stopping by the grave of a loved one, which was all but guaranteed to end horridly for him, but he would suck it up. He owed far too much not to, or at least, he saw himself in that fashion. "But the only thing I want is to help. I owe it to Ellie, if nothing else. If I make some friends and go on a date or two, that's all fine by me, but not why I'm here." It was faint, very subtle and normally undetectable, but when you had lived for so very long, you started to pick up on the little things. He could practically read their minds through the occasional sideways glance they would give him. Everyone questioned his motives, and in their defence, they were right to. However, that didn't make it any less frustrating, as it seemed to him like nothing he could do would ever clear his name. It apparently wasn't enough that he had to almost commit a genocide on the Astrals for the safety of everyone else, despite how much inner turmoil those acts caused.
Strangely enough, Orizanko's mind seemed fixated on the subject. While true that his people, though they followed a code of honor, were almost omnicidal at worst, he was different. He had proved so, and even acted accordingly. Not bothering to stifle his sigh, he looked up at the light shining down through breaks in the forest canopy. "I'm going to go out on a limb here, but I assume you all don't trust myself or my motives. Rightfully so, really. However, once you've been alive for as long as I have, you start to gain a new perspective on these things. Once you've had to kill your brothers and sisters for the sake of all else, you see things in a new light." More an inner monologue than anything, he at least managed to keep that short speech internal. If it truly bothered him that much, he would say it, but not now. Later, when he at least had a chance to relieve his mind of the thoughts for a while. Turning his attention to the princess, he nodded. "It would be rude to turn down an offer from a princess. Oh, and please, call me Indigo, never sir." With a chuckle, it was more an excuse to tag along and keep an eye on them. Removing his walking stick from the ground, he pushed off from the tree and followed the group. Following them in only direction, his attention was more focused on the castle itself as they breached it's doors.
The last time he was here, things had been much different, he would've almost assumed the castle had been rebuilt from the ground up if not for the fact that this was a God's castle he was in, and a God happened to have quite a lot of sway in terms of power, changing around a castle every now and again would've been a small feat he assumed. It made him think for a moment on the Lost God. The God in question had been alive for so long, a name was a long forgotten thing for him, just like time, space, life, death, everything. The knowledge departed to him by the deity would've made sense only in the eyes of an immortal, someone to which time was of no importance. His attention returning to his surroundings though, when the princess decided she would remove herself from the quartet. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to keep an eye on her." Starting off after her, he placed his right hand in his pocket while raising the left to wave. "From a distance, of course. If I make a move on her, you'll know." Staying well behind the princess, he didn't bother trying to conceal himself from her, after all, honesty was clearly going to be an issue for him. However, as she raised her fist to knock on a door, he took up a temporary residency on a local wall. It may come off as awkward for him to be shadowing her somewhat, but better that than having a certain unwanted visitor make another appearance.OOC:
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 12:22 pm
▂▃▅▆█ɕregoir Ƀascov█▆▅▃▂  What? My Title? - Prince
This is where I am Drunk - Bedroom, hallway, main hall.
What am I doing? What are you doing? - She had to slip from my grip if on.... MY PARENTS!!! AHHHHHIf only they knew...
The pain I've been through...
...They Might Understand me ╔════════════════╗
As Dorian whispered back her sweet melody to him, Gregoir couldn't help but smile and feel impulsed to kiss her. She was beautiful beyond any woman that he had encountered, or at least thats what he would say to her. But she had such a way of grabbing his attention when he was anywhere near her. He hardly noticed another woman while he was in her presence. Was this love? 'Snap out of it Gregoir. You're not in love. You just really want to get her in your bed.' His own words soothed his worry. Besides, he was sure that he was incapable of love by now. And plus it was an obstacle to him, one he NEVER wished to encounter.
"Well milady Dorian, let us make this a wonderful night then." He whispered softly as he felt and watched, with sadness in his eyes, move from his grasp. The movement down his arms making him want to tighten his hold and never let go, the soft kiss on his palms driving him wild with passion, the bow making him lean forward with eyes glued to the more than noticeable cleavage. Oh how he wanted nothing more than to fall into her and be wrapped in her embrace; but, with great difficulty, he restrained, how easily he could have fallen he restrained.
"Do you see something you like milady? Or perhaps something you don't like that I could take off?" He gave her a flirty wink, while letting her know that he had caught her examining him. Of course he'd been much the same. His probably more blatantly obvious, but he was still examining her fully.
Again her soft Melody struck him like a wave. Washing over him and almost taking him off his feet. But he held his footing and let a smile grace his lips as he referred to him as little and teased to be concern about his well being, "Well -drawing out the word for a few seconds- you never got around to checking out that spot on my thigh." He chuckled and broadened his grin as he spoke in a new hushed tone, "And I assure you my princess. I am far from... little." He let another wink slip as he spoke the last word and had high hope she would push this situation farther.
A glint of sadness struck his eyes as she finally broke contact with him. Finally he'd been able to get so close to her but it was.... wait did she say part of his family was here? You mean the father and mother who told the whole kingdom he was adopted out of the goodness of their hearts? The same family that was so wrapped around Demetri for his whole existence? This could not be happening, it wasn't happening... it was happening. His expression fell to one of worry, his face was pale, and he couldn't help but keep looking over his shoulder, "D-d-did you say m-m-my family was here? -he lightly took hold of her shoulders and pleaded- You have to hide me! Please!" He kept looking over his shoulder to as if they would materialize behind him.
╚════════════════╝ ...and I'll wash away the pain
so bring me a drink...
But no one will know...
((Oh Orange Cookies: Sorry again for the wait.))
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 4:25 pm
 Main hallway to lost casually wondering about the castle
Dorian watched with something akin to fascination as Gregoir disentangled himself from the idea of tangling up with her and bed coverings at the mention of his family. Almost as though he were a young boy on the beginning cusp of puberty being caught with a washing-maid in the towers. A smile filled her lips, gentle and amused with a twinge of something wicked folded back into its origins.
“You claim not to be little, petit elfe, but you hide at the mention of your family,” Dorian said, her tone gentle as she looked at him for just a moment, letting the image sink in for all the calculations that she could think of.
The only way she knew to get him out of the idea of his parents was to build up a sense of comfort and confidence in him. One that would probably come in handy later down the line. And the only way she knew how to do that was to drag him out of the socially unacceptable notch he’d carved for himself. At least, as far as the public’s eye was concerned. Now doing that and keeping her hands clean of scandal was going to be the fine line to tread…
Still, she’s done something a lot more complicated then a confidence boost.
“Come, Prince Gregoir, let us take a walk to sooth your nerves,” Dorian made a slight motion as she turned, holding out her arm to him in a confident manner as though she were naturally supposed to do that while she slipped the books into one hand and held them to her torso. “You will be my escort, no?”
She’d already surmised that playing up the accent she could just as easily deliver with him seemed to loosen him up. Something he’s not quite used to hearing, more melodic than the language that was more common practice. And besides all of that it meant less conscious work for her to speak. As they moved, Dorian politely kept her hand with the books in it on his – nor more no less than the sign of being chaperoned by an equal standing (albeit familiarized) person.
“How long have you been studying this language?” Dorian asked, making conversation as they walked.
She had plans to return the books back to the library, wall save the book of poems because she had brought them from home. And one could tell they were well loved by the worn binding…and as she thought about that she realized she had absolutely no idea where the library was in the castle. Still, she was above letting him know that – let him think that she had just meant to have a stroll around the castle for her good health or something. Much better than appearing incompetent.
Dorian figured that eventually they’d wind up somewhere that she could pretend she had been heading to. After all, she’d had a lot of practice making men believe what she wanted and right now would be no different.
“If I may ask, Prince Gregoir, what is it about the mention of your family that has you so fearful of them finding you? Would it not be best to hide in plain sight with respectable company than to give them the impression that you have something you need hide?”
And boy did he have relationships to hide, she could still practically taste his previous acquaintances. Funny how people were supposed to hold onto their virtue and yet so very few ever did when the truth came out. It’s probably why her homeland had a particularly good understanding and sayings for such events. Still she hadn’t made her species perfectly know, at least she had not said it in public. Her actions previously, especially from the catacombs, should have spoken for themselves though. But she was not willing to admit to the fact that she could feel in every sense of the word the signature energy and energies that he’d stumbled out of his chambers with. No, one had to have the upper hand somewhere unless they wanted to be beheaded.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 8:04 pm
• Ӎ ɐ э ʆ ɸ ȵ ɐ • ʗ э ɾ ΐ ϛ э • Ѧ ϛ ȶ ɐ ʆ ʆ ɸ • Ｔｈｅ ａｄｏｐｔｅｄ Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｓｓ, ｈａｉｌｉｎｇ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｋｉｎｇｄｏｍ ｏｆ ＰａｔｉｅｎｃｅLocation: Some music room. Currently Wearing: This Dress •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•   Maelona was quiet for a moment. It was going to be odd getting used to the fact that someone she didn't even know could talk to her without a voice. Well it was like a voice, but completely different in every way. Her gaze went to him again. "I'm sorry." She said with a sigh. "I'm just not used to something like this. I just want to apologize about my reaction, Sir John."
Maelona looked back to the harp feeling slightly better. "Do you know how to play anything?" She asked. It might have been a stupid question, but it was something that could keep the conversation going without the awkward silence. She continue.her to pluck at the harp absent minded. She gilded her head slightly as her eyes went back to him.
Maelona wondered how long she was going to be able to keep up a conversation with this angelic man. She had always found it difficult to talk to people, especially people she didn't know. It wasn't his fault and she certainly didn't want him to think it was. For some reason she always had a enhance to make awkward situations even more awkward than they already were. "Are you a prince?" She asked. Another stupid question but it filled the silence that couldn't be filled with the sound of the harp.
There were a few other questions that Maelona could ask to try and keep the conversation going, but to ask them all at once would make her seem... Needy. Or annoying. One or the other, so again she opted to remain silent, waiting patiently for the angelic man to answer. Perhaps he had questions of his own, or perhaps he would just get fed up with her and leave. All were plausible options. •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx• Louder than sirens
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)( ooc: Okay, all edited! Its still a crap post thoug, sorry. Guess I'm just not feeling it right now. ;-; )(
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 8:41 pm
Ɉϕɧɳ Ӎiҫɧϵɑɭ Gɍϵϵɳϵ Kingdom: Forititude Rank: Prince Location: Music Room, Crap! White walls surround us
As we sleep among the dead ((It's not crap to me! XD Oh! His looks haven't changed at all. This is just a better representation of what he currently looks like. :3)) John heard her say her apology. He smiled and shook his head at her. "It is alright. I would think you a bit nutty if you were completely comfortable with this. After all, I still have yet to come to terms with it myself." John admitted calmly as he stood up. He retracted his wings into his back so he could move around better. Soon, he found himself sitting down at on a stool in front of one of the instruments in the room. John felt a bit puzzled by it, but kept his curiousity at bay.
Then, he heard her ask a question about if he could play any. John shook his head and chuckled. "I barely know the names of most of these instruments. Let alone how to play them." John grinned as he hit a few keys on the strange object in front of him. "I'm more of a drawer than a musician. Would you consider yourself a musician Miss Maelona?" John asked polietly and tilted his head. She knows how to play a harp some. Doesn't that make her a musician?....Aie! I asked a dumb question didn't I?
Luckily, his felt his skin had been saved by her next question. It took him a bit to realize that she had asked him if he was a prince. Admittedly, the question took him back a bit. I know I don't act very princely, but do I really come off as not being royalty? He knew his usual style of clothing didn't fit the norm for a prince. However, John always thought the way he interacted with the royals would give away his status. Then again, he did sometimes act a bit more polite than a royals normally showed to a royal. Does that mean I come off as a servant? John shook his head to get rid of his thoughts.
Once his mind calmed down, he nodded to her. "Yes. I am the prince of Fortitude to be extact. However, that is all I am. The heir position belongs to my older brother." John got a warm smile when he thought of his brother. He wondered then what his brother was up to currently. I haven't seen him since the incident in the dining room. I hope R has kept his promise. He couldn't entirely make himself believe in R just yet. But, John knew R wasn't lying about the demon(Xard). He is defintely here, and he is defintely going to be causing some trouble. For all of us.
"So, I assume by the way you act that you are a princess yourself. But of what kingdom, if you don't mind me asking?" John asked curiously. He had been to Wraith and it's borderline kingdoms before. However, it was only for military missions. Nothing more. Not enough to be able to speak their language or know their royalty anyway. At least, of the other kingdoms. John had been engrained with what the names and looks of the royalty of Wraith were. In case they ever gave him the order to kill them. But for now, no order had been given. Thus, John had no reason to fight with them. Yet. We can chase the dark together
As the sky returns to grey
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 12:13 am
x Location:The sitting room within his chambers.
In the city, unprepared
Run and hide, stand and stare
Building's crumble in my head
Wave a flag, raise the dead
The heir’s blood ran cold when he felt the earth move beneath his seat, the vibrations not enough to offset the balance of his chair, but certainly enough to rattle his nerves a bit. His gaze shot up, mouth falling agape as if he intended to speak—he’d not get the chance.
Nikolai knew what was coming next. Asmoda was wrenched away from his father, her own movements now beyond her control, and the heir held in a gasp as she careened across the room. The earth shook, and Nikolai rose from his seat immediately with the intent to help…her, Autumn, or even Eros…but the scene ended faster than he could have expected. Despite whatever wounds might have been inflicted, the ebony-skinned woman rose to her feet and slowly left the room. And no one else seemed as marred as she.
Nikolai’s teeth found his bottom lip, gnawing on it apprehensively as he watched his parents depart from the room as well. This…wouldn’t end well, but at least he was out of their company for the time being.
The prince couldn’t collect himself before the King of Lust made himself known, making an announcement which only added to his current list of follies. He’d now become fast friends with…not just a princess of Lust, but the new heiress of Lust. And that, coupled with the Asmoda debacle, was going to go over so damn well with the King and Queen of Prudence.
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It was all he could do not to fidget in his seat, an impulse which was strengthened by a number of factors; first and foremost, the proximity between himself and Milani. A slight flush painted itself over Nikolai’s cheeks, his irritation only quelled by the fact that…at the very least, Milani seemed just as uncomfortable as he.
The sitting room in his chambers had, in the span of only minutes, transformed from a place of comfort into one of tension. His parents had that effect on things.
‘Nikolai, I have been shamed!’
He’d heard that before. The young man’s gaze flitted towards the form of his mother, azure eyes looking fairly impartial from their station beneath his tousled dark tresses. No reply came yet. What could he possibly say to appease them, anyway? Nothing- they had been at this game for a long time…Asmoda had simply upped the stakes a bit. But again, they were quick to accuse him of a tryst with the woman, and that was enough to produce a real reaction in the prince.
”I never…” Gods, but she simply kept on with her harping. A sharp crease cut between Nikolai’s brows as she went on, his eyes lending themselves skyward before he could think better of it, ”I didn’t sleep with her.”
But he had granted her amnesty; no sense in denying that…he’d stated so himself, without hesitance or regret. That sentiment carried over into this interaction. Nikolai’s expression became resolute as the subject was breached…his gaze trailing slowly from his mother, to Milani, and finally, to the King. Erik had been mostly silent up to this point, although words weren’t required for one to know of his rage; it radiated from him like plumes of smoke, cast a dark shadow over the room that eyes could not see, but which hearts could sense.
Silence was worse than banter; it added mystery to the darkness which edged the man’s eyes, to the intents which might lurk within them. Something in the expression was abundantly clear to Nikolai, however; the accusation silent, and although similar to his mother’s…it carried a different anger with it.
’Did you? Did you sleep with her? And have you truly granted her amnesty?’
He was probably disgusted at the thought of their potentially sharing the bed of the same woman, a feeling which Nikolai could actually emphasize with…save that he hadn’t grown to hate Asmoda in any way, as Erik so obviously had. Even with her games…her need to cause trouble amongst his family, Nikolai would ally himself with her, over them.
And Erik knew it…he only seemed to be waiting on Nikolai to confirm it, his chin jutting out just slightly when the Queen demanded that he fire the woman.
Demetri bent over the seat slightly, his form emerging only half-way from the wall behind them,
Nikolai, don’t be a fool.’ The tone wasn’t only wrought with warning, but with a concern which was foreign to the living prince; which he didn’t understand offhand, but disregarded nonetheless.
It wasn’t like that statement had come from the real Demetri, anyway.
”I won’t dismiss her. She is my knight, and although she’s prone to telling…” Again, his eyes slid to his father, ”Outlandish stories, she has done nothing which leads me to think she’s incapable of the job I’ve given her.”
It was what the King had apparently been waiting to hear, and no sooner had the statement slipped from the living heir’s lips than his body had ascended briefly from his seat, tossed to the side of the room with a ferocity that caused even Demetri to shoot forward, one arm extending to catch the brother who had taken his title—the movement abrupt, but not quick enough to bring even his fingers to brush the fabric of Nikolai’s tunic.
He had, however, brought his arm through Milani’s shoulder….the appendage intangible, invisible…but carrying with it the memories which still coursed through Demetri’s being, which traveled to the front of his thoughts as he watched his brother fall to the wrath of the King. And also, the frigidness of something dead; a wave of ice through her body which had no clear source.
Nikolai flew backward, but didn’t hit the floor with much force; he’d gathered his thoughts in time to use his own abilities to help cushion the fall a bit…although the wind still left his lungs, and his tailbone didn’t emerge unscathed, either. His head snapped back, and he righted it with a small groan; lifted his hand to rub his neck.
Erik had never been violent with his children before; at least, never more than what would be deemed appropriate. A few slaps to the face here and there, when the kids were being “unruly” (they’re definition of the word, not Nikolai’s)…but never before had the man seemed so intent on causing his eldest living son any physical harm.
But that had obviously changed with Asmoda’s entrance into the scene, and Nikolai understood the reasoning behind it; because he was powerless. Because in just a few years time, he’d no longer be able to dictate what his son did, or who he appointed to his court. Slowly, the heir got to his feet, trying to dismiss the pain the fall had caused him…his father’s words falling on deaf ears.
”Would you truly shame us in such a way? Shame our kingdom by knighting that abomination ?” The King seethed, eyeing his son with no visible trace of regret in his gaunt features,”You’re even more of a disappointment than I originally thought. You won’t stop at simply marring the reputation of our Kingdom, our people—you wish to end it entirely, don’t you?!”
Exhaling, his son took a step closer, leveled his gaze with the man, and smirked, ”Mother, did he manage to convince you that he hasn’t slept with Asmoda?”
Money fuels the fires of war
Only love worth dying for
Together when the sky falls through
A flash of red, I'll fuse with you Everyone I come across, in cages they bought
They think of me and my wandering, but I'm never what they thought
I've got my indignation, but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive...
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 10:57 pm
 AsmodaKingdom: None Rank: Fallen knight of Patience Location:Her Room
She had poked the proverbial bear, and it had lashed out in retaliation. Eric was a competent psychic, and the years they had spent apart only served to strengthened his ability. Without straining himself he lashed out with enough force to send Asmoda tumbling over the tables into the nearest wall, with a crack the back of her head made contact with the cold stone sending stars dancing across her vision. She could feel the woman rising up out of her mind, trying to protect the body. God why was everyone being such a pain today, all she wanted to do was have a nice, relaxing day, was that really so hard. Apparently it was.
She frowned as the woman tried to put her back in the room, not today, she was to pissed of to back down. Instead she thrust the presence away she would get Somni to help her with that later. Asmoda stood up, brushing herself off. People were leaving which was a good thing, as she was done being entertainment for them. She gave Autumn a smile before walking out of the room, cackling to herself. She did feel kind of bad for the misery that Nikolai would have to endure from his parents because of her, but it was worth it to know that she was able to upset Eric, the b*****d deserved it. She would have to confront his wife later, on her own.
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Asmoda sat on her bed, clutching her head. The pains were getting worse, and the spirit of Caleb was appearing with greater and greater frequency. She had asked a servant to fetch her Somni. The priestess had offered her assistance, and now Asmoda needed it. She did not know who the demon possessing her was, nor did she care, she just wanted it gone. It was sad really, they could have had a fun and interesting relationship if the other woman had not been such a b***h, possession was a form of insanity, and crazy people always seemed to be enjoying themselves, she would never be bored again.
Somni would only be able to help her in her dreams, which meant that Asmoda needed to be asleep, a problem in itself. She had always had trouble sleeping, memories of horrors passed always rearing their mighty heads to keep her awake, and her troubles only increased with the presence of the demon and the headaches that she brought. Asmoda took a deep breath in, trying to quickly fall into the state of deep meditation that she had been taught years ago, from there sleep would be easy. The pain eased as her breathing steadied, now all she had to do was keep this state until Somni arrived.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 11:29 pm
Dafydd Lansing Location GardensxxxxxxxKingdom: PatiencexxxxxxxRank: Second in line for the throne 
Her first remark caused him to crack a smile, the stoic lines of his face disappearing with a newfound amusement in fiance. “All your senses, huh?” He wasn't aware that she had any to begin with... and he might have teased her about it, had he been more playful of a person. “Milady Cat, I would never be patronizing, especially when you've just ascertained such a high station in your home kingdom.” But his blue eyes darkened in hue when she mentioned that she was no longer a child, the play of emotions better kept than a texas hold 'em pose. “I'd venture to say that, that particular detail didn't fail to escape my notice.” He was a man after all, and Cat was alluring... whether it be from her cavalier demeanor, or from the sin she carried so subtly, he didn't know. But she'd serve the purpose of a wife well.
A quiet chuckle passed between his lips as she seemed offended that he'd leave so soon upon their happenstance meeting, and in gentleman's form he dipped his head to her. “Well, considering you aren't so keen on seeing your family, perhaps you should meet a bit of mine?” Eoghan would be around here somewhere... just finding him might prove difficult.
“Smash hit?” The term confused him, because he wasn't quite familiar with the Lustian royal court to know which exactly she was talking about. “I wasn't aware that you and your siblings weren't close; mine have been estranged for some time now.” He had a sister... an adopted sister because his parents hadn't bore any more of their own children, that he'd yet to meet. It was rude of him... but Maelona hadn't put forth any effort herself to speak with him.
Her inner debate that she seemingly spoke aloud by accident only caused his mirth with her to deepen. If he weren't so focused on the end goal of assuming Patiente kingship, he might have liked her for more than just a vessel for future heirs. “Shall we be off?” His arm extended out to hers, as though he'd be pleased to cajole through the grounds with her at his side, appearing the content couple.
"Surely your father, seeing as you're so intent upon leaving him in the dust during his visit here, wouldn't think to find you with an appointed betrothed." From what he'd heard of her reputation, it'd likely be the last place he looked.
Now... just to find his brother.
* Name pronounced, Daaav-ith.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 2:46 am
 Ӄῐηɠɖѻɱ: Avarice
Ƚѻҫӓʈΐѻη: La Terre De Veritas
Ɍӓηҟ: Heir - High Princesse (Grande Duchesse) 
Her father, Lord and King of Avarice, had requested this task of her just before the restoration of Cupidité commenced. It was a main focus of her father, and her three mothers, to bring the capitol city back to its former glory. They’d promised the people it would shine like the forgotten pearl it was. That the golden spires, would once again touch the place were the sky and clouds met. Like it had, before the Cambion infested it like filthy vermin… The d’Aquitaine kept their promises, taking their role as leaders to heart. As such, her duty as the kingdoms Grand Duchess involved a variety of different responsibilities. For instance, traveling to the distant lands owned by her century removed Uncle, Veritas Aquinas, to represent the new reign of Avarice was now part of it. Among other things.
She almost longed for the days when the most that was required of her, was to create something beautiful. And to arrive to evening tea on time.
Dominique Arielle did not travel lightly, nor simply. There was a caravan that surrounded her recherché transport that extended a thousand paces long. The horses were those that she preferred in color, wild and strong. The exact dark shade of a jet stone. After the attack that had taken place inside the castle proper, she was escorted by a compliment of knights and soldiers. They were also, exactly how she preferred. Beautiful of face, and lethal in their art. Loyal, to a fault.
Had she of been a lesser woman, she might have trembled at the thought of facing the former false heirs to her Kingdom… But instead, Domini only felt mild amusement. She was confident in herself, and in her family. They’d waited an age to return to power. To return to their rightful place.
Nothing would take it from them now.
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Dominique exited the carriage with the unnecessary aide of the exquisitely dressed coachman, who held the perfect violet silk back for her as she stepped down from the golden dais. Her aquamarine eyes surveyed the seemingly endless castle that was sprawled out before them. Monoliths were positioned at the entrance to the gate, garish, horrible examples of offensive art. Already she knew not to expect any undue kindness from Veritas, her father had warned her that. But the frozen stone sculptures that guarded the entrance cemented that thought in her mind, though she would do her best, to amuse, rather than annoy.
“Êtes vous toute la droite, votre Majesté? [Are you well, your Majesty?]”, the man questioned, his hand forming a tight fist that he pressed against where his heart would lay with a barely audible thump. The whole caravan remained still, silent as the dead as he bowed respectfully. He remained bent, prostrated, eyes on the ground until the princess snapped open a gilded fan and stepped forward, fingertips brushing his shoulder, accepting his fealty—Dismissing him without words.
‘I am a bird, that has been trapped in a small dark crate for hours that has been given to a naughty child to shake mercilessly.’, she thought, but did not say, elegantly fanning herself with a slow hand… Seeming to use the object more to keep her expression unknown, rather than feeling flush. “Je suis indemne, si est ce ce que vous demandez. [I am unharmed, if that is what you ask.]”
He seemed endlessly relieved.
Dominique ignored the others as they flew into a frenzy, starting to unload trunk after trunk…The amount of belongings she had brought was absurd. But what could be done about it, when she had three mothers, fretting over what she would and wouldn’t need. Parcels would likely arrive daily, with random shifts or ornaments they thought she would require. A faint smile touched the kiss of her rose colored lips as she was escorted inside, greeted by servants that had known of her arrival, the memory of her mothers bringing a fond warmth to her.
She missed them already.
Her eyes were luminescent in the light, inherent grace showing clearly the god blood that ran in her veins. Hair swept into the perfect set of curls, plaits, and jewels she walked with her head held high, back straight…Her visage the perfect little porcelain doll. There were many people in what looked to be the main hall, and no doubt a troupe of servants and hand maids carrying trunks, baskets, and yards of silk would have caused a stir… Her face for the most part would be unknown, but her true family name would be well documented.
The d’Aquitaine heiress paid no mind to anything other than the space in front of her, an island unto herself. Everything else, was of little consequence. She wanted little more than to bathe, and to change from her traveling attire into something a little less heavy. Settling into her quarters would take some time as well. Not to mention, she would, if a God could spare her the few paltry seconds of his endless existence, like to meet the Uncle she’d never met before. She’d heard such...Wonderous, terrible things, that it tickled her.
She and her entourage disappeared up the staircase that lead towards the west wing, following servants of Veritas. Domini had brought her own people that she trusted, that would remain in her service for the duration of her stay… But until they knew their way around, she was at the mercy of the borrowed domestics.
She smiled, almost wickedly as a ferocious roar rang through the hall, followed by a tempestuous growl. The seemingly dainty princess turned on her head, amused by the guards trying to place some kind of chain around her companions throat...Her brow rose, an elegant arch. were they mad to keep enticing a beautiful white tiger so? Their unprotected hands were terribly close to a maw full of...unforgiving teeth. She snapped at one of the guards, and Domini took pity on them...
"Axella.", she spoke, her tone sharp with warning.
The white tiger froze....glaring.
"Leave her be...She will come to me.", she ordered to the guards in common. Her voice carried the faint accent if the region she hailed from...but it was soft, barely there.
The guards hesitated, but let the beast go...and as Dominique had spoken, the tiger all but ignored them, stalking up the wrong side of the staircase to be at her side.
"There...Now stop moping. It's unbecoming.", she spoke to the large feline, as if it understood. The entourage continued on again in relative silence, until they arrived at her quarters.
Dominique hoped, Veritas minded not her…Redecorating. Though whether he minded or not mattered very little. She would do as she pleased… And should repercussions come? She would deal with it then, not a moment before.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 7:14 am
Location:Asmoda’s Room (Scary place)
Kingdom: Wrath
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The weaver came to stand outside of Asmoda’s room and looked down at her hands: full. Well. She shifted the black cloth in her hand so it draped over her arm and left her hand free. She knocked softly on the door before entering; after all, Asmoda was expecting her to be arriving soon, was she not?
“Et take time, but I fin-esh. I make ev-ery thing. I bring-ed you warmed milk too. Et help you, yes?” Somni said rather quickly as she closed the door softly behind her. She turned and offered the milk to her friend, a smile worn though it would not be visible behind her mask.
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