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 Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2013 9:54 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 27, 2013 12:55 am
= xxxxxxxxxx┫Ａｌｉｓｔａｉｒ Ｍａｒｉｃ┣
"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠  XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxMasterxx㊋xx King of Nocturne Respect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
After hearing her words, Alistair smiled (faintly). It was perhaps the first time the man smiled genuinely. There was not a single trace of malice in his pursed lips. His eyes softened, no longer a calm sea, but almost distilled. He remained in his position, looking away from her. Though she'd be able to see from the reflection on the window. As quickly as the smile came, it faded as he turned around to face her. "You know... even though you might not need me any more to get stronger, I'll always be here. But for now I think we should get back out there. I've kept you long enough and there's always something that needs to be done."
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"The strong survive."
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Posted: Fri Dec 27, 2013 11:57 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 12:37 pm
xxxxxxxxxx┫Ａｌｉｓｔａｉｒ Ｍａｒｉｃ┣
"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxMasterxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
After seeing Red leave with his leather jacket, he smirked. While he owned no other leather jacket, he didn't mind that Red kept his, especially since he ruined the last bits of clothing the girl had on. Alistair simply slid into one of his black v-neck shirts and black jeans before putting his light boots on. He had the intention of going to the CAZ, but he wanted to do something else first. He quickly left the office and descended down the stairs, leaving the estate.
[exit]
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"The strong survive."
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 10:46 pm
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 4:19 am
 
█ █████ YOU'RE GOOD ▂ BUT I'M『 ALISTAIR 』
_______ I CAN NEVER S-S-STOP ► NOT BECAUSE I AM ⇩LIMITLESS
_______________BUT BECAUSE I AM LIMITED XXX BUT BECAUSE I AM LIMITED
_______________BUT BECAUSE I AM LIMITED XXX BUT BECAUSE I AM LIMITED
Time, just as it had surely passed, had all but stopped for the man. It is a complex thing to talk about, but for some, they speak about time as if it is on their side. Time is on the side of immortals. Time is the enemy for every mortal creature in this world, even Vampires and Lycans, for they too are mortal. It is true that Vampires can live for hundreds of years, but even the strongest of Vampires eventually die. There is nothing to avoid it. Death will surely come for everyone. The king wasn’t pondering this because he’d gone mad or anything. It was simply the truth. Time, as always, is everyone’s enemy. But even enemies were useful.
It’d been a couple of months since Alistair last gave a single command. Since then, the nation’s military had faltered. The unbending power of Nocturne was in the process of falling and separating into factions. What was a military without its General, without its King? It was a band of ragtag individuals clad in armor with a sword thrust into their hands. With every man, there is a beast. And it stirs when you place a weapon in their hands. Crime had increased, though it was not due to an increase of criminals, but due to a lack of control within the military. Soldiers paraded around, thinking they were invincible, doing whatever they want. Killing whoever they want.
But where was the King for all of this? In his estate, plotting to bring order to the chaos? Surely, that is what any king that took pride in his position and nation would be doing. Alistair was always known for his ability to facilitate order, and since he wasn’t around to do so, he must have been ill. That’s what the rumors suggested. The king was ill! The captain vanished! Taken off with one of her students! The beloved red haired zombie captain had quickly become the public’s number one enemy. So much for the people’s champion. It was perhaps the first time a female had been given so much power since Marishka came along and the girl crumpled underneath the responsibilities. Some rumored that she slept with the king, in hopes of becoming Queen simply for the amount of political power and sway she’d get from it. But, like everything else, they were all just rumors. The king had never admitted to anything and his advisors hadn’t been heard from in months. The only question was what the king was doing right now… some said a scream could occasionally be heard from the Estate. Probably the king, too ill to function. Sickly and weak, screaming in pain.
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In the privacy of his own curtained off chamber, the floor was littered with tattered clothes. Some of the fabric was so torn apart that it was impossible to tell what type of clothing it was. Maybe a shirt or something? The chamber itself was dimly lit, a single small bulb at the center chandelier barely illuminated the room. It was the way it was preferred. The inhabitant of the chamber didn’t care much for light. There wasn’t much use for light in a bedroom. A single rhythmic sound echoed throughout the room, a familiar sound to those who appreciate acts of the flesh. Occasionally a muffled moan would escape out of the mouth of the Red Light District Succubus who was currently entertaining the king. His thrusts were amusingly rhythmic, following a pattern. With a final thrust, the man finalized the interaction, remaining still for only a short second before falling over to the side onto the bed in order to get onto his feet to stand up. The Red Light District Succubus playfully got on all fours while still on the bed before sitting on her feet as she watched the man dress. Her grin fell as she spoke, “Are you leaving already? We’ve barely gotten into things this weekend…” The man stood quiet, unwilling to answer her question. Not that he cared that she asked in the first place.
As he continued to dress, the Succubus moved toward the end of the bed, motioning to get up. But the second her eyes left Alistair, the man had already moved to the bed, stopping her. The succubus sat there, confused. In a low, deep voice, the man spoke his first words in days. “…I didn’t say you could leave yet… Did I?” After gaining some response from the man, the Succubi’s grin quickly returned. “Are we going to have more fun? I can take care of you this time; you don’t have to do it a-…” The Succubus was silenced by Alistair when the king pressed one of his fingers to her mouth. The girl was… loud. Annoyingly so. “You’re not here to speak. You’re not here to give suggestions. You’re here to wet the king’s c**k. Plain and simple.” No matter what he said, the grin on her face grew playful as ever. “But what happened to your girlfriend? Didya start tasting the rotting flesh in her Vag yet? I don’t imagine that’s all too pleasant. I don’t imagine she’s all too happy.” The Succubus, spending so much time in Alistair’s private chambers was probably ignorant of the facts. Red was gone. Angered by Alistair’s rejection of her proposal. “Don’t worry about her. She just couldn’t realize that every King needs a whore, not a wife.”
Red couldn’t grasp the fact that their relationship was nothing more than physical. Alistair was not seeking a partner to share a ‘special bond’ with. Her inability to understand this led to her embarrassment in front of several new trainees. Her leave only prompted Alistair to find a new whore. A much more compliant one, one with a heartbeat. One that he could feed off of. The biggest reason he kept the chick around was because she had something inside of her. A power he didn’t understand. The only thing he understood about it was that it was foreign, and not her own. She often borrowed the power from whatever was inside of her, increasing her strength tenfold. While he didn’t want the power itself, he wanted the power that created that power. There were rumors, at best.
Something he had, indeed learned, was of the rest of the Sins. It was something he had been forced to partake in while under Marishka’s spell. He’d been forced to help her find more of the Sins, but she only ever ended up with Envy, an ugly creature, and Lust, the very same creature that had found its way into Red, stalking Alistair to this day. But there was something about the sins that always seemed so… second tier. It was as if there was always something better, with the tradeoff being less… soul consuming than becoming a vessel. There was a lot of common knowledge pertaining to the Sins, how they created some of the creatures alive today, and how they CAN infact be killed. But there was so much that was unknown to the world. So much to find out. Who created them? Why were there created in the first place? It was for this reason that the man shut himself away from his kingdom, allowing it to suffer so that he may achieve his goals in finding his answers.
The whore was just around for him to toy with, and for the most part she did her job well. But her willingness to talk bored Alistair, causing him to dismiss her. He knew he was going to regret his decision when he saw her jump out of his bed with nothing on her body, running out of his room and back to the room he set aside for her in the estate.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2014 9:55 pm
A grim looking man, if you could call this being a man, walked towards the Nevan Gates. The light show of an entrance cast queer and distorted silhouettes of him along the ground. The man looked up at the guards, who ignored his presence for the most part, they had seen him before, they knew who he was. Reaching underneath the poncho that covered his chest he withdrew a fat cigar and a box of matches. Lusacan lit the cigar and then inhaled deeply from it. "Back to this decaying hell hole of a city. Hope that lycan didn't die, I fear I'm going to need his help soon," he said to himself. With another puff of the cigar he entered the city and headed to the capital.
The cigar mostly gone, the strange man made his way to the entrance of the capital. "I fear no evil," said the man, in really crude Angelica, as he pushed open the door and walked inside. It was lavish as ever, the two years since he was last here didn't do anything to effect it. Putting the cigar out on his left palm, he stepped inside and headed up the stairs, to the office where the ruler was should have been at.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 6:29 pm
"Goodnight," the woman said to her peers. Her eyes were scarlet, her hair red like the deepest of flames. She was on an entirely different league than almost everyone here, her body carved by the Gods themselves, her eyes bright like the sun and the moon. Her smile was golden like the lips that made face, and she was strong and fierce like a demon. But there was one person here that was even stronger and more profound than her. It was Brydent de Valois, the wolf that was nothing like his peers. He was tan of skin, dark of hair with bright green eyes. He was strong and carved by the Gods as well, and fiercer than even the demon that led Xyrus to cast Vaet Nocturnum. The thing was, he was not there; he was not with the woman and her peers, even though they moved as a pack and as friends. He was somewhere different, in his own room of the estate, entangled in an intimate affair. Auburn hair had been gripped by his fingers, the fairhair grasping and pulling slightly as the head bobbed back and forth. His eyes were wide open, staring down. He sat nude against the chair.
Some time later, he emerged from his room, leaving the fatigued body of his most enjoyed Mer laying against his bed. His eyes flashed as the bright lights shone upon him, a party between the noble lords and ladies of Luimiria raging on in the grand hall. Alistair must've been asleep, hating this tirade or enjoying it. He was always on one opposite of the extreme, and Brydent was always somewhere in the center. He hated the people, loved the feel of their skin, loved the emotion that flared through their bodies with every little thing. He could feel it all. He could sense evil, smell the sweat coming from their worn-out skin. He could feel love and lust like one could feel skin against their bones. It was natural, and he enjoyed the feeling. To an extent.
When people realized he had left his room, they began to flock to him. Welcome back, they told him. He nodded affirmatively to some, ignored others. It wasn't hard for such a stern and duty-bound man to recognize the incompetents from the competents; he hailed no personal bias, he judged people simply by their worth and nothing more. And ironically it was always a surprise to uncover who meant anything and who did not. Even the confident and popular aristocrats with years of experience were often fools. Sometimes it was just a young teenage boy that showed him a whole new side of the story, with no educational background of note and of lowborn heritage. In truth Nocturne was sickening. The people vowed to this one belief: strength above all. Strength was the law. But these people were not strong. They were not even cunning. They had been dulled by their many years of living in repetition, each new bird singing the same song.
"The opera is beginning in the courtyard," said Lucas. Brydent's squire. The young boy was very sweet and honest, two traits that were necessary for the job. He was like property to the Lycan man, who often considered his friends as possessions, ones he protected. Ones he cared for. It was a different side of him that very few saw. "Why don't you go and watch it?" He responded. "I'm not really in a musical mood." The Lycan stepped to the side, and repositioned himself to rest his back against the wall. His squire crossed his arms. "What mood are you currently subjugated to, then?" He asked.
"You know," Brydent responded. The human laughed loudly, almost obnoxiously enough to alert the surrounding people. He knew, he knew Brydent too well.
At that moment, as the squire eyed his Knight earnestly, Brydent heard words. They were in Angelica, which seemed very odd considering the residence. He spotted for the source of the sound, and caught a man walking up the steps by the corner of his eye. Without pause, he found himself making his way across the room and coming from behind the vampire to halt his progress. The soldier, who wore chain armor beneath his vest and a defensible collar over his neck, inquired to the man: "Purpose?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 6:54 pm
Lusacan sighed and turned around when he heard the ever common demand of a purpose for being where he was, but this time the person requesting it was so very vague the vampire decided to have a bit of fun since he was interrupted. "Purpose? Purpose for what? For living? For dying? For the world being as it is? I can't answer you any of those questions, it's something you have to find out on your own." He turned back around and started to ascend the stairs again, obviously being finished with the conversation, and hoping the other person would get the hint. Of course Lusacan didn't know that he was being addressed by one of the two people he returned to this forsaken city to see, nor did the thought cross his mind. He was going to see the King first and foremost, or at least that's what he thought he was going to do.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 7:02 pm
The werewolf stared quietly as the vampire evaded his question. A smile rose to the edge of his lip, and he waited for the vampire to turn back around and continue to ascend before he allowed himself to laugh slightly at the jest. Then, his face grew beyond serious. He followed Lusacan again, and this time gripped him tightly by the shoulder, turning him back around. "No, you misunderstood my question. I don't give a ******** about your purpose for living." As he spoke, his words were laced with a breath of ice. The cold air spewed from his lips, slightly parted, sending wisps of frost over Lusacan's complexion, covering his eyebrows and some other standalone patches over his flesh. "But you'll know a little something about dying unless you rethink your answer to my previous question." His hand gripped the handle of his blade, the fairhair's icy palms sending a chill down the steel.
He motioned for the vampire to look back up the stairs, to what was beyond. Alistair's room, the King's chambers. If that wasn't clear enough, then words were not the solution. "Purpose?" He asked one more time, very clearly, and with the jaggedness of a hellhound quite apparent in the words that flowed through his frosted skin.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 7:36 pm
The vampire started to laugh at the man's threatening demeanor. "You mean to attack a unarmed being, who hasn't threatened you, and just simply wants to be left alone to go about his own business. I know the people in this hellish nation are warmongers and love battle, but there is not need for your weapon." Lusacan grinned slightly then removed his hat and bowed slightly. "But if you must know where I am headed, it is to King Alistair's chambers. I need to discuss something with him." Lusacan stood back up straight and started to walk towards the door to Alistair's office. During the time he was talking his shadow slowly crept towards Brydent's feet and reached up and grabbed the man's ankles just so that any chance of him attacking would be slightly negated.
[ Skill Used - The First Shadow ]
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 9:25 pm
The Lycan rolled his eyes. He teased the notion of striking an intruder, one with uncertain motives, invading the personal property of his King without invitation, then wishing to further intrude into his personal quarters. That teased notion had an incredibly valid argument to it, and this vampire was clearly a fool to be questioning the will of the Captain in his own nation, and further going forth to break its laws without any reason to. Furthermore, he questioned the way of life in Nocturne, even as a visitor to the land. That baffled Brydent, who was not often baffled by much of anything. "Yeah, your point?" The Lycan sensed the energy crawling through the shadow, which extended forth to snare him. He leaped over, stepping off the wall and thrusting himself forward to stand some meters before Lusacan, between the door and he. Brydent didn't bother to question the hypocrisy of a vampire who claimed to abhor unprovoked attacks going further and attacking unprovoked. He did not question much of anything when the moment came down to this: life and death, kill or be killed. He was one step away from that line.
"You're no different than us, vampire. You are just as impatient, just as greedy, just as self-entitled. And I can smell the blood on you. You think you're hot s**t but you're spectacularly average here. If anything you're all the lesser. You disrespect me. You break my rules. Disregard my warnings. An idiot in fine form." He stepped forward, and drew his sword and shield. The blade was long and covered in what looked like an aura of wind, the shield a practical tower in size and in defensive capability. The Lycan peaked over his shield to smile cheekily at the desperado. "Your last line has been crossed. Go ahead and die." His blade shifted, coming to look more like a long cleaver or a saw. He kept special attention to any sort of energy that the vampire would emit, ensuring no fast one was pulled on him. Quite frankly however, within this closed space, Brydent was well assured that he could win without these particularist semantics.
Lusacan was right about all he said. Brydent loved war, loved fighting, loved blood. He loved the feeling of being superior, standing over someone in their last moments and grinning wildly as he cut their head from their shoulders.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 9:41 pm
Lusacan sighed. "I apologize if you have felt insulted, but it wouldn't do you good to attack me boy. I highly doubt the King would enjoy you attacking a member of his Royal Guard, unprovoked and without reasoning." He wasn't about to fight this lycan, he had no desire to. He just wanted him out of his way so he could talk to the King, so he could learn what he came here to learn and leave this nation for a while again. "And no, you are quite wrong. I am nothing like the rest of this Nation. I hate war, I hate the power struggles. I am here to learn from the King so I can leave again." The vampire stood there, waiting for this man to see reasoning, doubting that it would happen though. He was a resident of Nocturne...they only see death before them.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 9:59 pm
Brydent raised an eyebrow. Royal guard? Was he expecting that to surprise him? "Vakk antha. I really don't give a ******** about you or your status. I outrank you either way. You didn't follow the rules and so we came to this climax." He sheathed his blade, and returned his shield to the straps on his back. He wasn't going to bother trying to fight if Lusacan didn't have the stones to fight back. Brydent wasn't illogical. He was only very eagerly willing to solve issues by means of the sword. "Alistair will not be seeing you. He's not present anyway. Can't see, smell, hear or feel him. Irrelevant. Considering we just went through such trouble because you're so evasive of procedure, I won't bother trying to ask what you want from him. But at least entertain me this: why are you a royal guard of a nation that you disrespect so greatly? Our King loves war and blood as well. He is a man of shadows and cruelty. The marshal -- Lilith and I -- both sympathize. You don't exactly fit our narrative. I think you'd be better off in Fraxen where you could ride ponies or something nice like that." He crossed his arms, and smirked.
Away from the teasing though, he did figure it would be wise to come to some form of understanding with this forlorn creature. The Fairhair posed him another question, one completely relieved of the subject of Kings and Nocturne. "If you don't want war, then what do you want, vampire? Love? Harmony? Are either of those really possible? We are engineered to seek the polar opposite, aren't we?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 10:55 pm
█ █████ YOU'RE GOOD ▂ BUT I'M『 ALISTAIR 』
_______ I CAN NEVER S-S-STOP ► NOT BECAUSE I AM ⇩LIMITLESS
_______________BUT BECAUSE I AM LIMITED XXX BUT BECAUSE I AM LIMITED
_______________BUT BECAUSE I AM LIMITED XXX BUT BECAUSE I AM LIMITED
Azure eyes pierced the darkness of the barely illuminated room. Within the confines of the chamber, Alistair sat at the foot of his bed, not bothering get up and put on his usual shirt and jacket. Not that he needed to look decent. He had no one to see today, and Brydent seemed more than capable of handling the petty ingrates who come knocking at the doors of the estate. It was the only reason he allowed the young wolf to take residence in the estate, rather than live with the rest of his soldiers in the barracks. Though, his constant need for Mer males was quite disturbing. It was like have sex with a fish. Maybe Brydent loved ******** tunas, but can't find a tuna around, so now he's ******** every male Mer in the city.
Though, when he began hearing noises coming from just beyond his office, which was just behind the door of his bed chambers, a light grown came from Alistair. It was one thing for Brydent to remain in the other wing of the estate, but to lollygag right outside of Alistair's office? Slowly, the hybrid leaned forward to stand up on his bare feet. With only his black denim trousers on, he walked toward the door to the office, leaving his chamber and entering the office though the back door. With every step he took, the noise grew louder, and the hybrid could easily detect a second voice, hearing every word. Finally, the man made it to the door that marked the entrance to the office and opened the door. The bare chested king merely stood at the door way, glaring onto the two of them; Brydent and Lusacan. With eyes as cold as ice, the man stared coldly down at the two, trying not to find a reason to spit roast them both alive. "The King doesn't care much for people who pretend that his estate is a sparring ground, either."
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