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 Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 8:27 am
 XARD THE DAEMONIC SORCERORLocation: Dungeon/First Floor/Hallway
Kingdom: Veritas, such a good friend, he is.
Rank: Deceiver
Wearing This: Black KnightXard saw the cornered rat react swiftly. The dodge of his attack was inevitable. It was merely there to scare him and get his blood pumping, while just nicking him should he prove to be too slow. He did from the scent of burning dead flesh that grew stronger the closer the Heir of Wrath got to him; however, the warrior was paying no heed to this injury. Instead, he decided to attack head on. This was a tactic he saw Jack use often when his emotions got the better of him. How to counter such a bold move came naturally to this Daemon. It would anyway even if Jack was never made into the Jack different worlds knew, he was, after all, a very ancient Daemon.
The Black Knight's sword was already at his side; therefore, bringing it up to parry, using the broad flat side with the point facing downward, was easily done. Lincoln's sword collided with the large blade. Sparks and flames flew outward from the impact. The Black Knight placed his other hand at the base of his full blade and shoved hard at Lincoln. The aim was to knock the warrior off his feet or push him back. This was a set up for another attack, where he would turn the blazing sword's edge out to face Lincoln. The hand at the base of the sword would come up towards the hilt as the sword itself was brought overhead; the arc could possible hit the prince should he not have moved faraway enough from the Black Knight. Once the second hand fully took hold of the hilt, the sword would be pulled back about half a foot in order to help gain momentum for the third blow. Rushing down like an avalanche, while Xard took a step forward for increased range and kinetic energy, the full blade would come down towards the heir of Wrath, the ceiling is nicked by the tip of the sword that made sparks and purple flames rush out from the small crevice; the hard cleaving strike from the Black Knight would prompt a roaring bellow from Lincoln's attacker. Upon impact of anything, a thin wave of magical fire shoots out and ends just at the end of the hallway behind Lincoln. Whatever carpet that was there would be burned asunder swiftly.
Xard himself was too focused on the battle to see or feel Sasha's presence. The small torch light that showed the bard's location was insignificant compared to the battle he was having with Prince Lincoln. Should he do anything to else to draw attention to himself, then Xard would take notice. The poor story teller would really hate for that to happen.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 2:27 pm
How sad it is... Martin Chris Hearthon 
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: Willing Servant
Location:Corridor
Martin's ears picked up a familar voice, and his heart started beating a little faster at her presence. He took a breath hoping to calm the nerves building, he chuckled slightly at her question. Wondering the same question, here he was reacting to her in such an unbecoming way. ~Your a proffessional, start actiong it~
Martin took a few more deep breaths before looking at her fair and lovely face.
"I am discomforted by the pain, but the wound and my mental state appear to be in good condition. Your concern is appreciated, but of how did you find out of my injury?"
Martin paused only briefly as his thoughts returned, had he heard her in the background of that incident with Tao...likely. And if she saw him do it to himself.
"I will explain of my injuries origin, ever since I have discovered of my everflowing energy I have never known control. Only when I can control nothing does my energy seem to be completely supressed. And all I saw was something outside my normal control was hurting another, so I sought a quick solution. Not neccesarily a wise one, but I didn't know how far I had to go to be outside of the reach of Tao's bracelet. And so it was all I could come up with. I don't suppose he acted wisely on disposing of the energy did he?"
Martin had been curious of how someone would dispose of such large amounts of energy. He had noticed more of his surrounding and knew he could keep this place in better order. Though it also looked like a mages place. Which made him wonder the healing power of the mage that likely resided in the room, at times. Though all these thoughts were side tracks, he couldn't get the woman, who stood before him out of his head. ~She's out of your league!~ The world is a pond, and though she is a bigger fish, it doesn't mean I can't catch her, it all comes down to bait. And trust me I got what she needs, but the fisherman waits for the fish to bite, and she has only nibbled.
Martin refocused on the here and now, and her other questions...
"My sleep was intriquing, I revisted the only bits of writing I know. I only know two things that are good and real. Those being my work and my word."
A chuckle escaped his lips, though he looked at her cautiously hoping not to offend.
"I am sorry Miss, but you haven't given me any work. So I can be reprieved of nothing. Is there something you need me to assist you with?"
He looked at her, a slight hint of hopefullness almost coming out.
that we rarely know what we have, till it is gone. (couldn't resist fishing metaphor/pun)
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 4:37 pm
Location - Father's room, Speechless
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Heir of Humility |I am the son and heir.
Of nothing in particular.|
Ryan couldn't help but mentally sigh as his father spoke of the woman giving her consent to do this entire little spell. Fear for his sister overwhelmed him as he knew she wouldn't be one hundred percent yet from the catacombs and the complexity of the spell would be sure to exhaust her. Doing his best to comfort her and say all the things he had said before again with the look as their eyes locked Ryan looked down at the box. Watching her pull out a dagger eying it with mistrust as he knew it would soon be cutting into his sister's flesh. As he was directed to put his hand on her shoulder he moved behind Naedira and grabbed her shoulder firmly squeezing it for a moment to give her strength before waiting for the first cut to be made. Wincing as the red droplets fell onto the stone floor Ryan wanted nothing more than for his father to find some other way. Silently he knew however that there was no other way to be one hundred percent sure of her identity. His free hand twitched nervously with the thought that he might have to end the woman's life. He wouldn't allow Naedira to be a killer.
Though his hand didn't remain free for long before his father grabbed it and then he was stuck waiting. Helpless to stop his sister from experiencing pain. Closing his eyes as Naedira asked for Madelyne's hand then reopened them as his sister began chanting. His eyes stopped on the dagger for a moment watching as a few droplets of blood dripped from the tip. That would be his weapon if it was necessary for him to become a killer. Then suddenly they were plunged in complete darkness and Ryan gripped a little tighter on his sister's shoulder. It seemed like an eternity spent in the dark and Ryan had a nagging feeling that maybe this spell had not worked. Did Naedira do something wrong? Was this perhaps a sign that this was not the road they should be looking into? This was dark magic the kind he had never wanted his sister practicing and yet here she was. The magic that required blood was too dangerous in his opinion for anybody to truly handle well. Or at least in a way that was safe.
Ryan was just about to let go of his sister's shoulder when suddenly everything dulled and suddenly they were standing in a field in Humility. Watching as the two girls played and the boy watched it wasn't long before they were all three playing some kid's game. Chasey had been what they had called it when little but that hardly seemed appropriate anymore. Watching as the scenes shifted with perfect clarity that there could be no doubt that they were true and genuine Ryan just stood frozen in place. It seemed like hours they spent watching memories of the life of his youngest sister. There was to be no doubt of who the woman was as time passed in the realm of memories. Their sister had survived and he had spoken to her in such an awful way that he didn't know if he could even bring himself to look her in the eye. Maddy was alive and safe. At last back with her family and yet it all seemed like a distant dream.
Then the spell ended and he just continued standing there in silence as the lights returned to the room. Then the dagger fell as Naedira left his side to go embrace Madelyne. Eyes falling to the dagger he looked over towards the box it had come from then bent down and picked it up. Wiping what little blood was on the blade with his shirt he returned it to the box and closed the lid hand hovering around the box afterward as he stared down at it in slight shock. Naedira's voice came out asking for Madelyne's forgiveness and he noticed how it was a far cry from her normal voice. What was he supposed to say or do? He had his sister back and yet he couldn't quite decide what he should do. What would be proper to do under the current situation. Naedira was obviously going to be very tired after that bit of magic and was going to need rest but he didn't move over to support her either.
After a few moments he lowered himself into a chair slowly sitting on the edge of it. His head pounded with renewed ferocity as he sat down. Madelyne expressed her desire for their forgiveness in the way she greeted them and Ryan felt himself feel even worse. Hearing his father welcome her home the only thing Ryan could do was nod then whisper quietly. "Yes." Was he holding back for fear that this was all some drunken hallucination and he was really still sitting with Lucien? Perhaps he held back because he feared that this was all a sick little trick Veritas was playing on him for his own amusement. Not that he thought himself worthy enough the god would focus on him entirely. Closing his eyes then opening them as if he expected everything to be gone upon reopening them he repeated the action a few times. It was relieving that everything was still there.
As it sunk in that this was indeed real he felt as if an invisible weight was lifted from his shoulders Ryan closed his eyes and rubbed a few times. Then he rubbed his temples a couple of times to ease the pain before turning his eyes on Madelyne. "I'm glad to have you back sister and I am sorry for the harsh words towards you earlier." Saying that Ryan stood up but made no further movements. His father had withheld from embracing the youngest Riley and therefore he did as well. He was going to be the King someday and he was going to act like one even if he wanted nothing more than to hug both his sisters. Madelyne for having her back and Naedira because he was glad she was safe.
|I am human and I need to be loved.
Just like everybody else does.|
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 7:44 pm
Healers Infirmary
It would seem that where information was needed, the willing servant by the name of Martin was…eager to fill the gaps. The bits of and illogical solution flooded through, painting a picture of a fool hearted notion – she wasn’t sure if that marked a sick mind or not. But he’d not thought his situation through and that was a behavior she usually equated to the young at heart that were undereducated.
Still, Dorian let him say his peace on the subject. It wasn’t like she had any more pressing matters to do. All her usual activities while she was at home were suspended for the sheer matter that she was no longer at home…there was not a pressing hunger to her, a letter for her mother had been constructed prior, and Dorian was inequitably bored. And worse of all – she missed the Markets back home, they were usually teaming with life right now…
Without so much of a sigh, Dorian tried to push back the thoughts of home and focus on what she’s supposed to be doing. Which was…not much considering – but she supposed finding the proper place for the man so he didn’t keep damaging his pretty face was something she could do.
“I have not thought to give you tasks to do because I myself have not much to do. Though if your idle hands move to make your head just as idle, I suppose that needs to be readdressed. Is there an area where you think you might apply yourself to keep yourself from being so?” The heiress of Avarice knew she was baiting him in a way as she spoke.
And yes, she knew she was talking in Avarician without giving any pause as she normally might for someone who wasn’t from there. But he was from the same kingdom, if he couldn’t keep up with their native tongue than that was something she needed to do. Even before she found out exactly what this feeling of hope in his energy was directly for, she needed to know his competence and stand on duties that my or may not be his. She knew exactly what her father had meant him for…it was rather hard to mistake the kind of holistic training he would have received. But with the exception of here and there when it was drastically needed she tried to refrain herself from taking advantage of such…and she avoided such in the physical world where more consequences could be had just as more positives could be found.
“And your…friend, the one who was partaking of your energy, did not find a way to distribute the energy back to the earth before causing such destruction,” Dorian pushed some wayward golden curls out of the way, the fire light of the candles catching her hair in just a way to make it appear to be kissed by the sun and reflected in her eyes to have them smolder with an inner spirit.
“No, in fact he took out a good portion of hard built material in his haste to dispose of energy that he could not use,” which was a pity to her when she herself often pushed her body and mind to the point where she could have used all that energy without question. “Allowing such a waste – endangering the area with such an wasteful distribution of perfectly good energy showed very poor judgment. And despite the bravery that you may have meant to show it was not exactly what one may call a wise choice. If you do indeed have such an endless well of energy inside yourself then to have it used in such a manner seems unfitting do you not believe?”
She paused, staring at him with the candles to her back and to her side. Despite all of the words that had spilled out from her, she was not out of breath just yet. But for the way her chest was bound underneath such a tight fasten, it may have given the appearance of such. The style was attractive to a lot of parts of the world, current, but it did have such a way to it that demanded she not be able to do much while in it. Plus, her skin felt near suffocated – but that was something she’d long since gotten used to…and found that it was an asset in dealing with men whose thoughts could not stay on a political matter in front of such a presenting.
“Despite this, sir, I would once again ask you where you think your presence would do the most good. Where would that be?”
The fire seemed to flicker behind her from the meager candles though the air was so very still. It gave their presence in such a dead place a sense of surrealism. Normally the contrast was something Dorian could use to her advantage but given the situation, she had no want or love to stay in this place of the sick any longer than it took to ascertain if Martin was able to leave it or not.
{OOC: Dorian is speaking completely in Avarician for this post}
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 1:32 am
How sad it is... Martin Chris Hearthon
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: Willing Servant of Dorian
Location:Infirmary(soon-to-be book room)
Martin's senses may have only recomposed themselves but it never stopped him from appreciating true beauty. Like a sunset at the end of a long hard day, it could promise leisure, or even entertainment. Though one thing was clear, he didn't feel that this visage was a total contrast of its surroundings and even seemed discomforted the fair maiden.
"I am well versed in all tasks, at one time I even picked up the art of needle work, but I would need practice to work on as fine garment as yours. Other tasks can be more out of place for formal settings. One I remember quite fondly, you experiencing first hand. I would love to continue, but as I do feel free to take your leave of this room. I find it not entirely suited for your current attire, and I will be instep. "
Martin paused only briefly to wait for his princess to take the first step and he would surely keep in time.
"The fact that you now speak Avarician, tells me I don't need to beat around the bush. As you likely know I am here on a final command from your father. I was specifically ordered not to tell you what that order is, and besides that order you have a limitless range of them. I served a most consistent purpose with Vincent. And besides the slight companionship I offered I was merely a spare hand in the castle. Though I do believe Vincent would drain me regularly while you went to market, to keep my energy level at a normal, if not meager amount.
As to what area in particular would truly help, keep me from hurting myself, being drained always helped.(A slightly playful smile peeked from behind his mellow facade) But all I will ever ask of you is purpose, for it is all I ever want."
Martin listened slightly saddened that Tao had not found a less destructive means of distributing the energy...though he could understand rushed and irrational decisions. He slightly frowned imagining all the work that might have gone into creating such a hall way, and the labor that had been for nothing. He chuckled at the thought that at least it created some more work. As if the work around the castle, with all the nobles, was not enough!
"I know it is not my place, but you may be to harsh. It is not always easy for simple folk to succeed under possibly life threatening situations. And if I over step my bounds, I plead your pardon. And this leads me to an important question; Do you wish for me to speak my mind, or only when spoken too? I am by all rights your slave now, your father did say that I only need follow one remaining order of his, being that my purpose is a secret.
My presence would be best by your side, in a similar manner as to this instance or different if you would wish it to be so.
Do you wish to be better acquainted with me? " he asked, gesturing to a book filled study. that we rarely know what we have, till it is gone.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 2:28 am
Lower Chambers of the castle
There was a slightly shadowed look that passed through her eyes, despite the glow the fire seemed to cast. Martin spoke about his training – it took a fool not to realize how far that would have went at her home palace not to mention how…extensive. Plus apparently he wanted to put such to use. She’d have teased him on his invitation for her to leave as he continued, but now was not the time. Nor was she in the mood for such just yet.
Her father always liked to present her with presents – she’d been surprised that he hadn’t thrown a ball when she’d actually purchased Damon. So the idea of him bringing a willingly bonded servant into this wasn’t out of place, a little pushy even for him but he’d once made mention of letting her choose anyone. Still, Martin had come in…handy during the catacombs so she couldn’t condone him without thinking. She was a woman with her own mind, yes, but first she had to be an heiress to her kingdom and to other awaiting powers. Thoughts and actions would have to take place at some time it just seemed that her father was slowly running out of patience.
She was twenty-three years old already; she’d stretched the time it took to turn someone by years already and she was barely even there. How much longer could she deny the fruit in front of her? Stubbornly she reminded herself that she’d made it this far, she could continue to hold out.
Nimble hands reached for each other and her head lightly tilted forward to hide the flicker of a glow in her eyes as Martin brought up her trips to the market and her father making use of him. Her father and queen mother was so easy with the idea of using people till they bled. It wasn’t a concept that was unfamiliar to Dorian – actually she did much of the same often enough herself. But never to the point her less than human parents did. And rarely did she try to entangle herself with people that were used to that behavior. It wasn’t a secret that her family was made of succubi and incubi but it wasn’t something that Dorian tried to make the most common of knowledge.
An edge was lost when knew exactly what to expect of someone else. And in her life keeping the edge was what usually kept her alive. She kept her features as light and neutral as she could as thoughts of life and death filtered over her mind, dancing like a winter storm before an artist trying to capture just the perfect moment.
There was an outlet there, in his words, that she could take if she so choose. A topic to divert his attention. But she won’t take it, not yet. She was not the kind to run from business as it needed to be done.
“If he wields the energy as such he does, then he does not present as a simple person. No, to have such with the knowledge of what is happening he should know the way to divert what he can not keep,” Dorian spoke out, her voice softened and slipped through the stream like fine silver thread.
There was a moment of silence as she moved out of the room to a connected chamber holding the scribbles and reference books of the attending physicians to the place. There was a seat or two there that was fairly comfortable, but most of the area looked to be used mostly by those skilled in penmanship and language to translate different works.
The heiress moved through the room with a slight respect for the fact that it was not her place in this castle and that she was merely a guest seeking something a little more comfortable. She moved her fingers only over the objects that were not delicate enough to touch that the texture could be felt. Her fingers swirled over a candlestick, thoughtfully, as though it were a long lost lover she was reacquainting herself with. She looked back towards him, over her shoulder as she stood there in the dim glow only provided from the candles in the room across the way.
“You have such a background on how to help this cycle, I would like to not mistake you for a fool who has never thought of to what means happens if one can not take any more. But he was human, for the most part, so perhaps he could not feel his zenith approaching.”
Dorian leaned up lightly towards the candlestick, moving her lips in such a gentle way as she started to blow towards the wick. The yellowed candle, probably made from some low grade wax, had been used previously as had its sisters beside it. But the wick lit after a little encouragement as magic of her womb mother’s line filled her and energy rushed out in a much larger quantity than it should have. She lingered back, bittersweet for a moment as she thought about how easy that once had been. Now she could tell that had taken about a whole hour, if not more, worth’s of energy from her.
“If this life was your choice, then I would not call you a slave. However if this life was not of your choice then I would not have you, resentment is not something I deem needed. If you are a slave you did not have a choice and thus not privy to have an opinion voiced without special circumstances. If you were a free man who did this of his own choosing then, when appropriate, speak as much as your conscience and station would allow.”
Crystalline eyes flickered back over to Martin, the warmth of the near by candles a light comfort to her naturally cold skin. She could warm it, but that would take energy just like any magic. And right now it was not needed to keep up appearances and keep people comfortable.
“Which are you sir – educated in the ways of service by your own choice or taken from an area and by a means not of your choosing? Be in mind that if this is not your choice you may leave now, or in the dead of night, and I would not partake of a manhunt for you so long as you take nothing that marks you for another crime.”
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 3:41 am
How sad it is... Martin Chris Hearthon
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: Willing Servant of Dorian
Location:Medical Study
Martin's point had been simple, but Dorian had chosen her logic, and would not likely be persuaded, though the matter was an unessential battle, and a willing forfeit. He nodded agreement to her logic, seeing her point, but keeping his own to himself. He needed not stir up things that could be laid to rest...and this topic deserved the slumber. Martin watched from a very short distance as her eyes scanned the room, assessing its contents. The sound of her voice caressing his ears, stirring up that foreign feeling.
Martin could tell from her walk and interaction that she had less in common with her parents then he had thought before meeting her. She respected possessions, not belonging to her. Or maybe it was because he had only seen her parents in their place of origin.
As she came to the candle stick, his thoughts were far and near. Her gentleness and care in her touch reminded him slightly of the catacombs, minus the lacing of ravenous hunger...though he was sure there was some hunger to be found in her even now. And as she lit the candle, he felt a call. He had stopped short to rethink it, but yes he had felt her hunger call to him. Not urgently, but he wanted to answer it.
Martin took a few deep breathes, soothing his nerves. And though resisting the call of her hunger was hard, the deep breathing seemed to help. She spoke a word that captured his attention, and though the meaning was in her sentence he was sure to not know more words she used.
"Pardon my ignorance, but your father kept it a short lesson on the cycle. Similar to a supply and demand policy, if to much is taken the giver can die. If to much is taken the taker can die. And both can die if the event doesn't occur. If you care to elaborate I would greatly appreciate it. "
Martin paused choosing to let her carry on her thoughts until she was satisfied, and then he would speak what he knew. As he continued he thought of the first words: If this life is your choice...It had been his choice from day one, but he would tell that story when she was done. The part of her not having him amused him. If he had not chosen this life, what makes her thinks he would risk displeasing a king over orders of a princess. For her wisdom, she didn't seem to have the ability to look to far into others shoes. He had never in his life been a true slave. In fact he helped trade them...Another story for later. Her gaze almost felt like it held magic of its own. He was definitely sure he didn't want to leave her.
As she finished her suggestion of how he could flee a smile of both gratitude for her kindness and compassion, and of slight embarrassment.
"My situation, my life, and my path are all of my choosing. Though it began when I was young...I had found work helping a slave trader. He had been a loyal friend of family. I helped clean cages, and storage areas. I learned of how the exchange process worked, and of the ranking of slave work. It was only my last night working with him that I learned of willing servitude.
A mysterious stranger walked by and paused when passing by me. Something about this person felt like it was inviting, yet robbing me of my soul. I gained chills and was at a loss for words. The silhouette did not speak, but produced a delicate hand holding a pouch of coin. It was heavy is it landed in my hand. The slave trader approached prepared to shun the person but at the site of the pouch he nodded consent and informed me of what was being offered. My willing service for the money, which I was told would go to my family. So I agreed...years later I discovered the traitorous trader killed my family that night and fled town. Without people to return to I continued my service to the family that purchased me. Your family bought me that night...I knew not who it was at first, but I believe your father took that midnight stroll to find me.
And as to this moment I agreed to, being here to serve you was an option, put in a way I couldn't resist, though looking back I stay with your family no matter the outcome. So I graciously decline your choice to remove me from my life of servitude."
Martin wiped a single tear from his eye, the thought of his dead family only made him wish he never left. But he smiled glad to be with a person who cared enough to release him if he didn't want to be here. that we rarely know what we have, till it is gone.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 9:11 am
Milani held her breath when Nikolai was flung across the room, urging herself not to display the shock she had just gone through, and further making herself believe that it had been a lie. A beautifully masked lie, that had caused her to see the cut at her first fiance's neck. A lie that she'd seen the blood spill from the gaping wound. Had she not known better, she would have thought that the vision was Demetri's own. But with the man long since dead, it was an impossibility.
Instead, she allowed her blue eyes to steel over, glancingin Nikolai's direction but for a second, the expression there nothing short of befuddled. Would it always be this chaotic?
But she had to wonder, what had caused such a violent memory. Why had Nikolai given it to her? And what did it mean? Certainly, Nikolai didn't strike her as a 'Cain,' but the memory itself left her flesh pallid, eyes bright with her confusion.
If they were a closer match, and not at each other's throats, Milani would have bade him to tell her about the memory, explain how she'd gotten it. Force him to dissipate the fear rising in her chest, that she was marrying a murderer. For now, she bade herself to calm down, and pay attention to the royal family that were still deeply ingrained in the throws of their argument. It would serve as a good distraction. .
The countess winced when Nikolai continued to accuse his father of infidelity. Her lips thinned considerably as Nikolai only further marred Erik's reputation. Stop it, Nikolai. Even if you speak truths, it is not worth the fight that is about to ensue. He needed to learn to pick his battles. But he obviously wasn't on the same brain wave as her, as he continued, and she could only sigh in defeat. She was marrying an idiot. Possibly a murderer for his own ambitions. But an idiot to be sure.
Fedora hadn't missed the hesitance and the slight fear that had trickled into Erik's features for but a moment, and her blue eyes narrowed as she looked upon him. Before she could accuse him of it though, Erik fell into reprimanding the eldest once more, telling him to take a seat. “I want her dead.” Fedora snarled, her gaze only for her husband now. “ You lied to me, when you said that those were naught but rumors set to put me on edge because the hadn't a want for an envious queen.” Her voice had lost the shrill tones to it, the decibels just a fraction higher than a whisper. It was crisp, cold, calculated.
“You lied to me, about one of the greatest foundations of a Prudent marriage!” If this is what Nikolai had been waiting for, he'd gotten it. Fedora irate that Erik had shared his bed with another. “I want that harlequin dead before we take our leave of this plane, Erik.” Openly, she was disgusted that the woman had even touched him at the table. To think, that at one point in time, he had returned those favors made her stomach curdle.
The queen sank into her chair, holding onto the fury welling inside of her, if only to keep from breaking down in front of everyone. She had thought he'd loved her, and only her. But that b***h of a knight had usurped all of her comforts. “What else, Erik, have I been left in the dark about?” She had come to him a nervous wreck at a tender age. Erik was far older than she, which was customary. But Prudence wasn't even in the sinful flavor that she'd been brought up in, and she'd be queen to a people who would snub her because of her origins.
But a virtuous king was one that would treat her kindly. ”What else have you lied to me about?” She'd given him children, after years of trying. And she'd thought it a fault of her own, that someone had hexed them simply because of her roots. Prudence had been a quiet hell for the woman, scorn at ever corner because she hadn't produced an heir – the very purpose of a queen to her king. She'd dealt with it, taken strides to appear prideful and happy. But after so many miscarriages and false alarms – it was a wonder that Erik hadn't fallen into step with his kingdom.
Once she bore a set of twins, though... it seemed alright. It seemed as though their marriage wasn't cursed, and that she might finally enjoy her station. If only for Nikolai's accusations to steal it from her once more. Gods, she hated him. How had she bore such a twit?
But she kept it hidden when she looked upon her son's visage. “Have you anything else to add?” she cooed, visage set in anger while she waited for at least one of them to speak. Erik knew her well enough that she was teetering on another of the break downs he'd seen during the early years of their union, when she had miscarried, when the tongues of their court lashed at her. But with his secret exposed, she really hadn't any inclination to think he would care.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 2:41 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: Gardens once again. Currently Wearing: This Dress •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•   Maelona found herself wandering once again, passing hall after hall, unsure of what she was searching for. She had no true destination in mind, and when that happened it seemed that the halls became endless. She did not understand how such a thing was possible. It worried her that she might get lost in the castles maze of corridors and seemingly random rooms. Then again, what would it matter if she got herself lost? There was nothing for her to do, everyone else was wrapped up in their own things.
Some how Maelona had found herself back in the main foyer. Her blue gray orbs scanned the area, finding no one there. It wasn't unusual to be alone in this place, at least not for her. It was vast, and she had assumed that many of the people there held to rooms that appealed to them. Though it seemed that none of the rooms in the castle truly appealed to the young princess, it was the gardens she liked.
With a heavy sigh, Maelona made her way out side once more. She blinked several times as she allowed her eyes to once again adjust to the natural lighting the sun provided. The gardens were beautiful and peaceful, well for the most part. It had not been so peaceful earlier in the day when the fellow 'R' had come crashing down beside her and Sokar, requesting help to find a sinister being that he claimed to be plaguing the castle. No, that had not been peaceful at all.
Maelona recalled the argument that had ensued as she walked. Thinking upon the fact that 'R' had gotten good people involved with his fight. Another sigh escaped her lips as she laced her fingers together in front of her. She couldn't help but wonder if they had succeeded, and if that meant that 'R' had left them. As she moved silently she found someone that could answer those questions for her.
"Apollo?" Maelona called softly. She could see that he and his friend were drinking and talking. "Forgive the intrusion." She said with a slight curtsy. "But I do find myself curious, is that a celebratory drink?" She asked. "Have you found this evil R spoke of?" She had hoped the answer would be yes, though as the question left her mouth she assumed it would be no. After all, wouldn't she have heard about a fight like that? Or even heard the fight itself? •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx• Louder than sirens
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Sweeter than heavenxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Hotter than hell
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 6:32 pm
Healer’s study
There was a chance he was lying to her, a very good chance. The life of servitude was rarely glamorous but it was a good spot to dig at someone from. Servants were privy to many of the secrets of a place and they made the day to day life functional when you had people to rule. So it could be that he was trying to use that position…but it was just a good of a chance that he wasn’t. Dorian hadn’t decided just yet nor was she on a rush for the answer. She’d gotten what she’d currently been searching for so there was no use trying to pry for more. Not yet…where would the fun be if she broke the toy too early in the game?
The blond figure moved towards Martin, the dress making her movements seem as though she were gliding on air. There was the softened sound of the fabric as it so lightly brushed the stone of the ground and the wood of the surrounding furniture before she stopped in front of him. Her hand went to Martin’s cheek, purposefully keeping her skin the temperature of the room and not rising it as she knew many others in her situation would have. She wanted him to feel the contrast – she did not want him mistaking the situation that she was in. He knew what she was, who she was, and no doubt what she’d need to become.
He was not Gregoir who didn’t know the beginning of the fire that he was playing with. Martin was a game she hadn’t gotten to play yet. Someone who knew the risks but wanted to stay – unless of course he was just out for betrayal. Either way he was a new puzzle piece. Her cool hand ran down to his (Martin’s) chin and held it there for a moment so she could be completely sure he could see eye to eye with her. As much as their height difference allowed of course.
“I am not my father,” she spoke out, her delicate tone gaining strength as she switched languages yet again. “I am not my queen mother. I have different expectations. I expect more from you in some ways…and less in other that you may be more used to giving. But you will have to put up with more things than you may be used to if or when given tasks – I do not keep more servants than I can remember the names to.”
She moved her hand away from his chin as she backed away, giving him a slightly challenging look that just came so naturally from the situation. There was almost a look that was daring him to say that wasn’t fair. A look that meant she was expecting him to say something in return.
“And next time you decide that you have too much energy to contain without damaging yourself…do not pass it off on someone who is going to use it to destroy the home we are but guests in. We can find other uses for such less damage than that stunt caused,” Dorian said, a light, almost teasing, chiding tone in her voice as her eyes continued to dance with a bunch of emotions – some of them that very well might be dangerous.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 7:40 pm
How sad it is... Martin Chris Hearthon
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: Willing Servant of Dorian
Location:Medical Study
Martin could feel and see a slight of doubt in her words, and he knew why. He had been around the slave boys, while he worked with them, and often pleasing their masters was all they sought. Even if it meant lying of their true cause and purpose. Had he not lied to Vincent at one time, it had caused Vincent to laugh. Though in the end it only showed him what he thought of himself. At this moment he could see why. But it was not his path to lie, nor his action of choice. For unlike his life, lies served no true purpose.
As Dorian approached him Martin felt his wants surface. To hold the beauty, to feed the beast. He wished to play with a fire, that had started one inside himself. As she caressed his face, he felt a gentle touch, that lacked a heat, that often rose his own tempature. A slightly surprised look appeared briefly on his face. With the king, and on a few occasions the queen had always wanted one thing of him. And yet here was their daughter, asking something else....not entirely different, but not familiar.
A feeling of utter delight started in his chest and rose, risking a possible swollen head(ego joke). She had said it right there, that she would be asking things of him, and not just a few things. ~Follow her, and you will follow your future~ He chuckled slightly at the parting words Vincent had used...he still wondered if there was more meaning to these words.
"As you wish, your highness"in saying so Martin bowed his head in gratitude and servitude.
He embraced the words of challenge with open arms. He would settle for nothing less...these days at this castle with no work to do bothered him so.
Her last comment had almost stured a comment of correction, but her authority tooks its place in his mind and he held his comment. He decided to follow her language change, as he would follow her until her need of him passed.
"As you wish your highness, and I will stay by your side to ensure that my uncontainable energy is used in our best interest."
Martin looked slightly quizical at her tone...it was something he would have to get used to. Her playful ways; a ruse here, a tease there...and in the end she would be his, if he played his part properly. He felt he wouldn't end this conversation without a request.
"Promise you will keep me by your side...at all times possible."
He looked at her, knowning that he was attached to her in a way he could not yet explain. that we rarely know what we have, till it is gone.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 8:28 pm
 A lady with a violin,
Playing to the seas
Hearken to the sound of calling
I tied myself to the wheel
The winds talk to my sails, not me
Come to me....Come to me... Somewhere _____________________________________________________ there my fate revealed...
I hear but how will I see? Kingdom Lust Rank: Youngest Princess Location:Gardens The other woman, who was obviously quite a deal older than sweet little Evony, was quick to assist in the situation, her voice soothing in its own right. “He should be a bit more kind to Sokar than he is to the guests that have sought this realm as a safe haven... Sokar is one of his own.” She murmured to Corrine, fervently hoping that the god would at least have a shred of loyalty in him for those that actually belonged to this plane of existence. The man who Sokar worked for was absolutely dreadful, and the siren had ventured to guess that the his horrid attitude and lack of any sensibility was due to a mind cracked with age. Surely no one was naturally as he was.
Right?
She nodded at Corrine's suggestion to get him inside, biting her lip though at the predicament Sokar now faced. It... pained her to see him in such a state, his now human flesh contorted with confusion. “Somewhere private would be best.” While Lorelei had certainly not meant for the words to come out heady with a seductive flavor, the siren in her flared at the word 'private.' “That way he won't come to know an ill-repute simply because some witch hexed him.”
Turning to face Sokar now instead of Corrine, Lorelei realized for the first time that ardent look that glazed Sokar's eyes. It astonished her, that what was once a wolf was now, very much a man. The princess held her breath, a crimson tinge painting her otherwise pale cheeks at the intensity of his stare, as though he didn't know her any longer. No doubt he'd not felt the pull of her voice before; they'd spoken many times, he'd given her bouquets of choice blossoms from his gardens, fresh fruit for her to enjoy. (It was this small detail that left Lucas riddled with the gardener, Sokar's offerings kept Lorelei well hidden from the dining hall on numerous occasions.) And never before had he looked at her quite like that.
Guilt sputtered through her; she'd been careless, hadn't thought to guard her voice at all. Before, Sokar had been safe, but as a man, he'd been hit with her unbridled melodies, which had caused a reaction that flushed her skin all the way to her toes. This was not at all proper. Hastily, Lorelei shrugged the shawl from the crook of her arms, and held her breath as she came closer. “Sokar, I know that as a wolf, it is not required to wear clothes. But humans are trite, and prefer the modesty that garbs offer.” With trembling hands, she tied her shawl about his waist, closing her eyes as she drew near the area that was now raised. “For now.. this will do.” If her father her caught her... or Haven. Dear demons below, please give us a safe passage, free of people that will set loose tongues about our names.
“Just until we find Veritas, okay?”
It was then that Lorelei knelt to the sweet princess of Envy, her tender age making it difficult for her not to be flustered. With a delicate set of movements, she grabbed the girl's hands in her own. "I don't know if you know me, but my name is Lorelei." She did her best to keep Nathaniel's name out of her mouth, but the princess nodded meekly.
"You're Nathaniel's friend. He sure seems taken with you." The girl mused sweetly.
Lorelei bit the inside of her cheek at that, choosing to nod then instead of ruin this girl's vision of her brother. A cold-blooded killer. "Yes, I'm your brother's friend. He's a... most interesting fellow." She coated sweetly, her orange lips upturned in a smile. "But Sokar needs to get inside," Her amber eyes widened considerably, as though she were sharing an amusing secret with the girl. "And we desperately need to get him some clothes before we go about getting all of this sorted out."
It was a gentle nudging -- it was hard not to like the young princess. She let go of one of her hands, but kept the other tucked within her own. "WOuld you like to help us pick out something for him to wear?" The siren coaxed, looking over to Sokar to let him know that, while he may not agree... it was necessary for as long as he was a human.
[[Oddly Oafish Commentary: Evony auto'd at iRabbits' behest]] The siren sang so sweet and watched the sailors go down, anyone would drown
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 9:17 pm
Healer's Study to Outdoor near the Gardens
The golden haired heiress moved the small distance that lay between them once more. Though not for the obvious target as she diverted to whisper in his ear, “I can keep you only so long as you show me that you want to be kept.”
There was almost a wicked smile as she looked at him for his request. It spoke of something slightly less than innocent but at the same time she said nothing to incriminate herself. Even as the smile slowly faded back into the recesses of her face, there was a look to her that spoke highly of a predator that had just cornered their prey. Or more to the point, the prey had willingly come up to them begging to be turned into a pet. A look that could melt many of the men she’d previously been acquainted with…and a look she didn’t exactly take claim to having in public.
Dorian moved back and her shoulder brushed him for the briefest moment as she passed him. “So show me how much you do want to be kept,” the look she caste over her shoulder was something of a mix of an earlier gaze and a tease.
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Dorian idly trailed her fingers over the stone of the castle as she moved through the back of the place. The sun shown lightly down on her, casting a warm glow to such impressionable skin as she trailed lazily through the back yard. It wasn’t too often that she went out just for a walk by herself. Animals often took issue with her but the sun felt nice, warm. Besides it wasn’t like anyone was entertaining her in the castle…
And feeling John become a little too happy when she’d started to where the rooms were was enough incentive for her to move away so she could no longer feel him. It wasn’t unusual for strapping males to partake in physical acts (succubi wouldn’t exist if desire, and yes that did mean sexual a lot of the times, didn’t run hot in the blood of men) it was just more of the fact that she needed to make sure she didn’t interrupt them. Angelic energy was so tempting – addictive she’d heard said and she could believe it. Except now she was deprived of the privacy of her room and the warmth that could be made in her bathing chambers. And Martin hadn’t followed her right away either (she wasn't yet sure if that was a good or bad thing yet). Seems as though she'd surprised him enough to slow down his reaction enough to put him in a daze. Which meant that she was a bit hungry and once again without anything to do.
She’d need to find someone soon – perhaps her wayward “brother”? It could have possibilities but she knew his sentiments on her – she was a burden to him since she’d first arrived…a burden that he warred with himself over. So no, she’d not bother Lucien. Maybe Ryan? Or Naedira and Lorelie? She did, after all, invite them for some together time. Even if it just had been something to attempt to shield Lorelie with to start with she could do with talking with two of her friends.
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 12:36 am
How sad it is... Martin Chris Hearthon
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: Willing Servant of Dorian
Location:Medical Study
Martin closed his eyes at her new approach...he wasn't sure he could restrain his impulses to much longer...and the feeling of her breath, oh so gently brushing against his ear. And was that an invitation or a warning. It would be most wise to treat it as both. Martin sat gently on the table behind him, ensuring as to not disturb the items that it held aloft. He ran a hand through his hair, the feel of it brushing each strand and sending a refreshing feeling through his nerves. He had, in the time of their breif conversation, established where he stood and what purposes he would serve. And he was even granted his request...
As Dorian had walked out, Martin had been lost into his thoughts of what had just transpired. He soon realized this as he saw her off down the hallway. Though being with her was important Martin did not make haste to join her...people running around was never proper. At least not in a castle, where danger could come springing out to hit you in the face. As she walked he kept his strides slightly bigger and faster covering a portion of the distant swiftly, Then he walked about her pace as to only arrive after she had stood still for a period of time. His mind was blank and his mood was mellow. He had needed the time with himself for recomposure and it was worth the effort.
As she walked in the backyard...something urged Martin to stay, he would not advance unless asked too. And he would have to work on these feelings that complicated his thoughts and actions. Some he enjoyed, like this warm one that seemed to errupt from the inside and flow throughout him. Warming him at the sight...he stopped admiring the beauty of the sun bathed master, or would he someday refer to her as what Tao had called him...a friend. He had hope, and that was all he really could do. So he continued his thoughts as he watched his enviornment with eyes of interest. that we rarely know what we have, till it is gone.
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 1:03 am
 Ӄῐηɠɖѻɱ: Avarice
Ƚѻҫӓʈΐѻη: La Terre De Veritas
Ɍӓηҟ: Heir - High Princesse (Grande Duchesse) 
Flickering, aquamarine eyes danced over the Bellerose son… Her expression that of a perfectly cultivated innocent little minx. As is there were no thoughts in her head, that could be anything but pure… But maybe, just maybe, there was something else… Some hidden, dark little secret behind her glitterati entourage. She didn’t bother to calm Axella as she growled… Knowing that the beast would not attack without good reason.
But Bellerose didn’t know that… And it amused Domini to watch him, watch Axella unblinkingly… As if her beautiful companion cared about the little man in front of her. He was little more than breakfast…Brunch, on a bad day. Her bejeweled fan slipped open as she waved it in front of her face lightly, blowing auburn tendrils of hair back just faintly over bare shoulders. Her brilliant eyes widened with mock fear, her hand coming to rest over where her heart would be…. “Sacrebleu [Oh My]… A murderer? Whatever shall I do?”
Her fear was incomplete, and completely false as he might have guessed from the way her eyes smoothed over coquettishly, blood red lips curving into a scintillating lilt. “My condolences, of your loss…But I daresay that if there is a murderer on the loose… Than it will be just like home...And just like home…I fear not for myself…But the fool who dare try something so foolish.”
"It's better to be less fun, than dead."
His amused expression at her rank stilled her own. Her seemingly playful teal colored orbs darkened and swirled, threatening in a way that a mere woman should not be able to accomplish in a moments time. They were the color of storming seas in seconds… As if he had done something extremely offensive to her. “Stories are fabricated tales of men. My past, is not interesting… It is merely fact. Fact of law, and sovereignty.”
They lightened however when he introduced himself, though her hackles had been risen… It seemed that she would have to meet her great pretender sooner than she’d intended. Her father warned her of the boy. The dragon-born that had sworn to protect the former Heiress… Had warned her of the Cambion whore. But Domini was ill concerned…She knew that her people were superior in every way. With god-blood running through her veins…Her opposition mattered not.
“Likewise, Lord Bellerose.”, she responded to his greeting… And almost wearily she looked away, before her eyes returned to him, swan like neck arching gracefully…”To be Heir is not an honor…It is a duty, and a burden that one must gladly carry for their Kingdom...”
She closed her fan again, and tapped her shoulder with it once… Seeming to consider something, before she smiled again…This time beautifully, as if the goddess herself had carved the kiss of her mouth from something precious. “But it is good to meet you… Perhaps you and your siblings would entertain the thought of dining with me. I’ve not met many from Hubris…But so far…”
“I am not at all displeased.”, she spoke succinctly, glancing at the man over her shoulder as she turned to enter her quarters…Luminous eyes again speaking in little whispers, things that as a Princess and the Heir… She would never say. “A plus, mon cher…” [Till then, my dear.]
With that she slipped into her rooms, Axella just behind her, the guards moving as one to block the doors as she did so—Effectively blocking the Prince of Hubris, though offering another meeting soon enough.
Once in her rooms, she pulled the decorative, feathered headdress from her shining curls and plaits and handed it to the waiting hand maid—Strolling into the quarters as if she owned every inch of it…Focusing caused the suite to triple in size, adding on several extra rooms that wouldn't naturally fit in a place so small. The silk of her skirts trailed behind her, flowing and perfection as she pulled the lace gloves from her fingers, heading towards the bedroom, the centerpiece of her new home… The servants had seemingly set up her room in moments… Be it magic, or otherwise… It was already looking like her quarters at home. Opulent…Perfection. She accepted nothing else.
One servant set out a new set of clothing for her—A silk golden brocade with a svelte, form fitting, ivory and primrose gown… And as she walked about the room, touching familiar objects…A few of the jewel’s from her closet laying perfectly on the vanity, she sighed as she shook her out, pulling pins from it to let it fall. It had been a long ride and she was…Tired. But the day was still young, and there was much to do before sleep could come.
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