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 Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 12:59 am
Kingdom and Title:Wrath; Heir
Location/Situation: hallway, talking to a siren and a general, and then a bard... where have I seen him from?  I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
- William Blake //A sorcerer?// Lincoln thought about the General from Justice. He didn't care for magic, but after the Catacombs and his experience with Valas, he didn't disdain it as much as he might've back home. And at least this large man was a human, and not an elf. He felt irritated that it sounded as if the man was not really affected by the siren song, even making jokes right now. A bit infuriating really, that he appear to withstand the woman's call so much more easily than him. He tried to tell himself that perhaps the man was casting some kind of spell, which made him feel a little better. But he assumed that really it must have been that he was from Wrath, and that really did make his reactions harder to leash.
Had the attitudes of Lust and Wrath not be so strained with sexual tension (those of the Lust Kingdom really knew how to push their talents to the max), they would have probably fared better as allies. But Lincoln had no qualms with where they stood, not right now. Envy was after all his primary goal. Not that Lincoln was yet sure of what kingdom the siren was from, he only suspected that she was at least of Sinful stock, which to him, were people of more qualities than those of the Virtuous kingdoms, usually.
The woman lowered her head at his own introduction, and he wondered who she might be. Was she of his own kingdom, or of an ally? To the remark of his appearance, a part wished to snap at her, but was tempered by that other deep-seated urge to make her his in the most immediate way possible. He tried some patience, breathing deeply while trying to remain in control. Thank the gods he was at least not as injured as he thought he should have been after the fight. Then these two might dare to take PITY on him, which was certainly not acceptable. "My Lady Lorelei, I greet you as an ally and a friend, I have all ready met your sister Cat during the masquerade." It was not meant as a way to show off, merely to put her at ease in case she sensed the violence within him. He couldn't be too sure, as he was trying much harder to focus on his own reactions than to monitor those of others. He bowed his upper body once more to take her hand (being careful not to stain it with any blood on his glove), and kissed it in a perfunctory fashion, well restraining any need to do more. He straightened up and let go of her soft hand as formality required, but his eyes glistened once more, triggered by that feel of skin beneath his lips and the soft smell of her after-bath powder. Perhaps it was also her song again, and he again went back to providing pressure (and pain) to his wound, which was not bleeding profusely as it should have been, which he was grateful for.
He caught sight of the way this Lorelei looked at the general, and took the opportunity to look at him again, once more enjoying just what a handsome specimen of man he was. His tomcat days were well and gone, but he did enjoy his diversions once and again. With his luck, this man would not be interested in any possible advances, much like Nathaniel or Altonair (but those delicate men owned the prize he sought, so were not in the running unless they might instigate something), and so he would not be able to feel that muscular body under his. Well enough though, the heir would never lower himself to beg for something. He had much too much pride for that. Add to that was the fact he did not care to try to cajole someone into having relations with. Perhaps a little suggestion, but there was no fun in an unhappy or unwilling partner. And though he might enjoy games with dubious consent (and those of a leather-type restraint), he did not think that a true non-consensual situation was amusing. It was only the siren's song that tried to convince his mind otherwise, but pretty much all ready convincing his body and libido.
A useful distraction appeared in the manner of a bard who appeared to them, acting like Lincoln had seen many of them do. Becuase of the trauma his mind has sustained from the battle, he did not recognize him as the scribe who'd been calmy drawing while he'd been in a fight for his life Had he done so, it was quite likely he would have pulled out his sword and sheathed it in the man's abdomen, or at the very least his drawing arm. He did seem familiar to him, though he couldn't place him. Perhaps it would come to him later. He did not have much use for bards (except at dinner time, or afterwards for enjoying old legends and tales), but he did tilt his head in polite acknowledgement.
Seeing as he and Lorelei had apparently been here the lognest, yet Lorelei admitted to be lost, he felt it must fall to him to try to get them back to a more oft-used part of the castle. "I would not at all claim to be an expert at this castle, but it seems to me there is an enchantment upon the hallways. Sometimes you get where you want to go with a minimum of fuss, sometimes you take a few off turns, and sometimes, such as now, you feel rather turned about." He paused to glance around them. "As I and Steel have come from this area, the general from that hallway, and Lorelei from this way," he motioned only slightly with his body language, not wishing to remove his hand from his wound, "I would think it would behoove us to return the way General Kirios came from. The main entryway must be there, hopefully, which I do know is more often than not the best way to reach the dining hall. It will soon be dinner time, and asuredly the majority of servants will be there, who can guide us to our intended destinations."
The heir did not expect anyone to argue with his logic, but he would not really give too much an argument. Lorelei was free to go with the charming general of Justice who could contribute some clothing to the gardener (he wondered what sort of creature he was, if not human; something to bring up with Evony perhaps tomorrow), and perhaps Sasha would follow, being of Justice. As for himself, seeing the princess would be well-taken care of (and probably much safer with anyone BUT him), he just wished to head that way so he could eventually find the healer again. And stay out of the training rooms, despite how much they tempted him. If he could resist the siren (by a thread, at the moment, for even though she wasn't talking, her presence tempted him sorely; he hoped she wouldn't tease him on purpose), he could defintely resist such a pasttime for a few days. This weak arm of his was certainly not getting any better on its own.Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath,
and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
- Horace
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 3:18 am
 Pic by vishstudio; click for larger shot
Location/Situation and Form: Mid time skip? Corrine’s ex-room, feeling lost and hopeless; all man Man is the cruelest animal.
~Friedrich Nietzsche (1844 - 1900)
Feeling overcome by hopelessness, Sokar lost track of time. Perhaps it was also that foul tasting alcohol, the way his mind felt a little lighter. Lorelei had been right, it had helped. He appreciated her, how she was so very worried baout him, but he was glad she was gone. Her voice, with it's strange pitches that he could actually HEAR now, were disturbing. Well, they were actually very pleasant, but they made his body react in a way he didn't want to deal with. He had sworn off any mating as a wolf, and as a human it was an intolerable thought. Not only because he still didn't quite consider himself the same species as them, but also because their 'rules' were so strange. mating with more than one mate, dong it moreso than when one wished to procreate, using force and other methods to do so. Very disturbing really, and definitely not something he wished to deal with if he could help it.
Now he was alone with little Evony and Corrine. The little one had held his hand for a bit, and he appreciated her comfort. And her lack of fear of him, though he did not understand why she blushed often and seemed to become nervous in a different way (not realizing she was concerned with matters of propriety that were not followed because he wasn't a true man). Corrine did not really speak to him, but he did not know how he would answer her anyway (he was unsure what she would think of the accented and awkwrd way he spoke). He could not catch her scent as when he was a wolf, but he assumed it would contain bit of battle and blood. Respectable, especially for a human female. He wondered idly (considering earlier thoughts) if she had chosen her own mate, thinking she would be more like a wolf than a human.
There was a sudden knocking on the door, and the depresed man turned sharply, making a low growl in his throat that might have startled the two females. He stared towards the closed door, wishing he could tell who was out there, but having no useful sense of smell was a definite handicap. It was only after his initial reaction that he realized the male voice had stated he was here for Lorelei, and about him as well. He looked at Evony with a curious expression, planning on following her lead. If either her or Corrine seemed ill at ease, either now or if this male human entered, he would protect them.
A human body was weak (in his limited opinion) to a wolf one, but he was sure his larger-than-average one could still do some damage. Though he quit his growling, he moved to a crouch on all fours, though the shawl continued to cover his body parts that should have stayed covered. Let the human in, and the wolf in man's clothing would make sure he didn't harm these two females.
To conclude, all other living creatures live orderly and well, after their own kind:
we see them flock and gather together, and ready to make head and stand against all others of a contrary kind:
the lions as fell and savage as they be, fight not with one another: serpents sting not serpents, nor bite one another with their venomous teeth:
nay the very monsters and huge fishes of the sea, war not amongst themselves in their own kind:
but believe me, man at man's hand receiveth most harm and mischief.
~Pliny The Elder (23 AD - 79 AD)
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 4:59 am
 ☀ A V E L I N E ☀ E N T R E R I ☀ Status: Princess of Justice
Location: The main staircase
Mood: Intrigued The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply. How adorable this serving girl was. Aveline was well on her way to deciding she wanted a girl like this as her maid. She was the perfect new toy to play with and mould into a proper maidservant. It was positively delightful the way she frightened like a startled lamb. Little Lamb: that's what she is. She's a pretty little human too, Aveline thought as she studied the servant. The girl was definitely awkward and not properly tutored in the art of etiquette but this could be overcome in time. Hopefully the Little Lamb did not belong to anybody yet.
“Solace…?”
'I believe that is what I said,' Aveline replied. She patiently waited for the girl to come to terms with what Aveline had caught her doing, a well formed smile crawling across the elf's face. At home, her tutors would tut her for such mockery and lack of respect but while among commoners, Aveline hardly believed they knew enough to pick it up. Her behaviour was quite ironic, considering the Kingdom of Justice was at war with Hubris.
How quaint, my Little Lamb thinks I am kind, the elf thought. It was decided. Aveline wanted this servant to attend her during her stay within Veritas's castle.
'You are most welcome, my Little Lamb. Pray, tell me. To whom is your service bound?' she asked, putting on what she assumed was a friendly voice. She even gave the girl a gentle smile to add to the effect. When she saw the sad smile on the girl's face, she decided to take her "kindness" a step further. The serving girl must have been positively frightened to be spied upon by elven royalty, especially considering what Aveline's question may imply. Aveline had to remedy any fear the human had if the girl was going to be anything near useful. She stroked the side of the girl's hair in a soothing way, the way her mother had stroked her hair when she was barely out of her toddling years. It was warm, kind and nothing like how she and her mother interacted now. 'Let us find your solace together, yes?'
Aveline had to admire her work. If she'd done it correctly, she'd managed to take on the persona of a caring shepherd, helping her mother sheep search for its lost little lamb.
To Aveline's surprise the girl piqued up again, this time asking if there was anything the royal needed. Aveline shook her head and allowed herself to relax - just a little. It would not be good to be seen slouching with the serving staff. 'You may assist me in finding a suitable room then I will need you to find me someone to bring my luggage to the room,' she said as she waved her hand, brushing her needs off as unimportant. 'First, I must apologise for my forwardness but what would it take for you to be employed to my service?'
She then glanced - quite deliberately - to the girl's bucket and cloth. 'This is all, of course, unless you are busy.' He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 7:04 pm
 I want to live xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI want to run through the jungle Location: Test thread
Thoughts: Idk... ask him. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxThe wind in my hair and the sand at my feet xxxxxxxxxxxx≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎
Sam growled at the back of the receding coach and hiked his small leather pack onto his back. "a**," he grumbled and turned to face the palace before him with an unimpressed glare. He wasn't too terribly fond of such elaborate buildings but then, he grew up in small huts in the woods. They served the pack just fine, so what was the point of these monsters of architecture?
The driver had gotten offended when Sam had directed him to drop him off at the gates instead of announcing him at the front door. While Sam had grown up knowing who he was, he hadn't grown up as a treasured prince and didn't feel the need to start acting the part now. The ones who had been his true family were now all dead because of his birthright, one he gladly would have given up.
He started walking slowly up the long drive towards the palace, dragging his booted feet as he went. He didn't particularly want to go inside, to see all those people. The ones he was going to have 'rub elbows' with. Honestly he was likely to snap at any of them who touched him without express invitation. He decided to circle around the palace and find one of the side doors that likely riddled a place this big and then find his way to his quarters from there. Hopefully this way he could put off any introductions until after he was more familiar with his surroundings.
After he found a door and slipped in he was almost immediately met by a servant who offered to show him to his rooms. Rather than be stubborn and get himself lost, Sam followed the servant through the warren of halls, trying hard to keep track of everything.
He dropped his stuff in his room and then set off to explore his new surroundings.≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎
I’ve been having difficulties keeping to myselfxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFeelings and emotions better left up on the shelf Animals and children tell the truth; they never lie Which one is more human?xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxThere’s a thought now you decide
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 8:03 pm
Location: Main Staircase: Aveline had a little lamb?
Title: Servant
Kingdom: Fortitude Hubris
Ella listened as the woman in front of her spoke. She was so kind, and Ella couldn’t help but relax a wee bit. Most of the royals had been a royal pain in the butt to her, so to have someone being genuinely nice was out of character.
Too bad Ella didn’t know that the conversation was gonna take a drastic turn for the worse…
So after the woman cooed at the servant, putting on a warm smile and being nice to her (though Ella had no idea why the Princess was calling her a lamb), Ella was taken aback slightly at Aveline’s question. The Justice royal’s words hit Ella like a sack of flour; hitting her in the heart and making her remember her lowly status.
“I…I am bound…”
she paused, stuttering a bit, an evil rather depressing voice entering her head. ‘That’s right, Ella. Nothing more than a servant. Bound to the Hubris family…for eternity…’
“…To the Hubris Kingdom, Your Highness. I have traveled with the Hubris family to tend to them in this time of great crisis.” She finally managed to spit out after a few seconds of silence. A few seconds too long Ella was sure of, but it didn’t matter. She couldn’t make the words, her destiny, come out any faster. And Aveline was pushing the niceness out like it was going out of style by stroking Ella’s hair, trying to….comfort her? Ella bowed her head, looking at the floor “Please forgive my rudeness your Highness but I believe my solace is long gone.” If it wasn’t apparent that Aveline’s question as to who Ella served had hit the poor girl hard, it should have started to look that way now.
Looking at the bucket of polish on the ground the servant began to wish that Aveline would be on her way, or that someone would come and start talking to her. Anything would be good, so long as she stopped asking Ella questions. But it didn’t seem like Aveline was going any where soon. She wanted Ella to help her find her room, and she wanted Ella to be her own personal servant. “I can take you to your room My Lady. I can bring you your stuff as well. If you tell me where it is I can bring it up.” Bending down Ella moved the bucket and cloth to the side of the stairs so that no one would trip on it until she got back. “As for what it would take to become yours, I am not sure Your Highness. I am…” she stopped. What do you say in a situation like this? Telling another royal, even one from a sinful Kingdom, that you were taken hostage and are now a bound captive is a big ‘no no’. Besides, Ella thought that the punishment for helping someone from the Kingdom of Justice was worth it compared to the punishment for revealing Hubris’s dirty servant secrets. “I am loyal” she choked out, rather painfully “to the Hubris Kingdom.”
Out Of Character: Hey Ra Ra, just to keep things moving smoothly its cool if you want to auto Ella following you to Aveline's stuff
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 8:20 pm
Amarenth Soren "Sora" Hyuga Kingdom: Envy
Rank: Knight
Location: After Time Skip, Walking the Hallways, Not wanting to admit to my current situation
Cross through the night
I looked down and lost my way
my light
The knight of Envy walked through the hallways with an almost bored expression on her face. Soren felt the lightness that came from cutting much of her hair off. A smile appered at that, liking it when it was shorter. I am glad my friend was able to help with that task. Then, her hands brushed across her next outfit with a soft sigh coming from her lips. I must admit. A small part of me does like the outfit. It isn't too girly, but it isn't too manly either. Something I can appericate. Though...I find the color choice to be a bit ironic. Green had been associated with Envy for quite some time. For her to wear green, and be a Knight of Envy, made Soren laugh a little at her friend's choice. Mary has always had a bit of strange humor.
With this, she thought about how her friend took the news of Rosalie's death. Mary had taken it better than Soren thought she would. But, the knight did feel sorry for making her friend cry. "Why did such a young soul have to die? She had so many years to live! The poor girl....what made her think that dying was the only way out?" Soren felt a bit bad for not being able to answer that question. However, she felt she had been able to adequetely comfort the upset friend. But, Mary did feel the need to have alone time, and that is what the knight gave her.
This lead to a new predictment. The issue of boredom. Soren never liked being bored. It made her tired and edging for something to happen. Sometimes, even someone to talk to for awhile. Though, right now, I would prefer a good fight myself. I haven't fought a good fight since I arrived here. How dull! She yawned a little, a hand over her mouth. What is there to do around here? There must be more than just talking and getting thrown in dungeons. But what?
After a bit more walking, Soren found herself in a new part of the castle. As she looked around, she realized she didn't recognize this spot. The sinking feeling started to settle in her chest. Her pride wouldn't let her admit to being lost. It made her feel lowly and stupid for even being in such a situation. But, Soren did know this castle was big. Thus inevitably, until she explored more of it, the problem of getting lost would probably happen a lot. Great. Should I admit my stupidity and ask for help, or stay lost and possibly die of stravation? The knight knew that was a bit of an exaggration. That didn't mean it couldn't happen.
Her finger tapped her chin as she debated which decision to pursue. It was true both had pros and cons. The cons having to be things she didn't want to experience. However, there was always cons that were worse than the other negative outcomes. Thus, Soren sucked up her pride and stood in the center of the hallway crossing. "Hey! Anyone around here? It seems I have gotten lost and don't know where in the hell am I!" The knight was not known to be equilate of tongue. "Yes, I know getting lost is stupid, and I hope you do not patronize me for it! I'm sure you would feel the same way!" She sighed as she crossed her arms around her chest with an grimace on her face. "But, we can't help what happens right? So, if anyone is around here, I would like to get out of this situation as soon as possible thanks!" With this, the knight waited for a reply of any kind. Brought to my knees
Though the darkness surrounds
it pull me down,
I do not sink beneath
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 9:44 pm
Location: Corinne's old room.  --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 
Evony spent a rather surmountable amount of time after Lorelei’s departure studying the intricacies of her own slippers. Oh, it was a daft activity for certain…however, in lieu of her inability to properly comfort her now-human friend silence seemed an appropriate alternative. Every so often, softened lips would tip upwards to smile at his sulking form, her hand crawling to trace its way about his…but words…oh, they were so difficult to conjure. She wanted vehemently to assure him again that everything would be alright; that he would soon be returned to his original form, however-
What if they couldn’t help him? Color crept from her cheeks at the thought, so dismal in form and impossible to bare. Evony simply couldn’t bring herself to mutter things which might later brand her a liar; spew utterances which might gather his hopes only to send them crashing to an entirely new low. But she wanted, so…so terribly to bring him comfort; add amenity to the situation in the form of inspiring words…a heartfelt speech, perhaps, to raise Sokar’s spirits.
’…Oh, if only I were so clever.’ The princess knew herself far too well by now; wouldn’t risk subjecting the already despondent man to her incessant prattling and desperate leaps for eloquence. Rather, she committed herself to silence, watching the threads in her shoes wind and dip about the toes, painting complicated patterns in fine golden thread which she feigned held her interest. And all the while, the minutes crawled by, the little princess entirely unaware that some stories below where she sat, her sisters remains seeped into the garden's soil.
However quickly word might spread about the suicide, the news remained, at present, far from Evony’s gentle ears.
The blanket of silence rose rather suddenly, ripped apart by a knock at the door…and the young lady’s pale, sky kissed eyes drifted to watch the structure rock just slightly against Ryan Riley’s touch. Head shaking to look between Sokar, who had fallen to a crouch, and Corrine, Evony donned a hollow smile and made small steps towards the door. Oh, how she dreaded opening it to a man, even when he came by the lady Lorelei’s request! Color returned in the form of roses to her cheeks, the little flaxen haired princess pulling the gate away with conflicted anticipation…only to stare blankly upon the form of a well-dressed man with whom she’d never had any interactions.
’Ninny! Bid yourself to do something other than stand and stare!’ Ah, of course; whatever this man’s country or station, he seemed bred of nobility; Evony’s form fell into a flurried curtsy, words departing from her mouth in a dulcet stammer, ”P-princess Lorelei has not yet returned, but…” She spared the room a quick glance, shuffling her feet so that Ryan might enter it, ”It is—I-I mean, you see…there wasa witch, and the gardener-“ Gesturing to Sokar, her stammer continued, ”Yes, him, there. She…she cast a spell, and…and…” Speak, idiot! Say something of worth, or nothing at all! ”-He needs breeches…” Oh, the red had completely stolen her skin’s usual hue by this point! And, obviously very flustered, the princess fell to silence…hoping that Corrine might pick up where she left off, no doubt to clarify—and with far more competence than the Envian princess could conjure.
(OOC: Sorry for the wait T^T and if i missed anything please let me know)
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 4:07 am
 Ӄῐηɠɖѻɱ: Avarice
Ƚѻҫӓʈΐѻη: Veritas Kingdom - Heading Inside the Dining Hall
Ɍӓηҟ: Heir 
She looked at the vial he handed her curiously, her expression almost that of a kitten. She was faintly bemused, as to how such a small thing could dispose of a man so easily. Though she couldn’t say it shocked her… She took it rather well, more interested in the trick itself than the actual act. It intrigued her, especially since it had happened without her knowledge. She listened to his words with interest, taking in knowledge like a dry cloth took in spilled water.
Her brilliant aquamarine eyes seemed to soften for a moment as she took stock of the man before her… Feeling only slightly resigned for a moment. “I’ve always been taught that… Words can deceive, hearts can deceive… But eyes, we can trust…”
She smiled, the kiss of her mouth showing just slightly as she returned the vial to him.. Remaining closer than she should for a moment. “But our eyes…They are fooled just as easily, aren’t they?”
Domini paused, dark lashes fluttering against pale cheeks for a moment.
“So my lesson is learned, my Marshal… We trust nothing.”
His head bowed, and he apologized to her…As rightly well he should. What if she hadn’t wanted the little Paige boy dead after all? She reached up, her soft hand resting against his cheek in a way that was most improper… But much of this situation was…Unorthodox. It was all a political game… One that she intended to win.
He withdrew his blade suddenly, and rest it against his sternum…The action failing to elicit a visual response from the heiress. Instead she seemed to contemplate it… What his punishment should be. She placed her palm against the pommel of the dagger and pressed it tight to him, until the very tip pierced his clothing…Just enough to break skin in a soft warning. “Your life is mine…Your future, mine. You are mind to command…From now until death, from death to the beyond….”, she repeated the words… Accepting his vows.
She stopped leaning on the dagger, and took it from his hands, pressing her dainty thumb against the minor wound. Drawing from it, she pressed her bloody thumb to his lips… “You will not be punished for anticipating my needs…Unless you should anticipate incorrectly.”
“Do not disappoint me, Fandral.”, she trailed off—Releasing him then, though she still held onto his dagger…Watching the blade glimmer in the light. “These are difficult times… And you are too cunning, assassin. Perhaps that is the reason for your aptitude.”
“Neverthelss…There are darker times yet to come…And these may force you into genius.”
—¤÷(`[¤* Skip To Dinner *¤]´)÷¤—
Sometime later, Dominique Arielle D’Aquitaine found herself walking down the hall with the few members of court she’d brought with her. She had two hand maiden’s at her side, noble women that had proven loyal to her family…Both were lovely, as they were devoted…Even in their darkest hours. And behind them, two knights that would guard her from a distance, that is, until her Vice Marshal changed their orders. He had rooms to find, and business to attend before the dinner hour struck. He would meet her.
The women were dressed exactly the same…. In beautiful, however severe, floral brocades… While Domini herself wore a brocade of gold, with a fitting gown of rose silks beneath it. It gave the impression that she floated, rather than walked. It appeared modest at first glance, chaste… But there was something about the way it held to her form that declared otherwise.
She carried herself with the breeding and good carriage of a thoroughbred royal, seeming to naturally appear ethereal. It was the god blood in her veins, that made her eyes shine, her hair shimmer as the colors shifted between dusky gold and a lighter blond…Her skin remained flawless, as smooth as the silk she wore… Everything about her seemed inviting…Dominique, like her mothers before her, was simply designed to be as beautiful as she was deadly.
Coming upon the dining hall, passing the entryway… There were already so many individuals milling about. Royals and lesser classes all waiting for something it seemed… Some for direction, other for the hall doors to open for dinner to begin…Her brilliant aquamarine eyes flickered over a dark haired man (Anon), a new arrival (Aveline), a young looking servant (Ella)… And several others, coming and going.
The doors too the dining hall opened of their own accord, and Dominique’s procession made their way inside without a word…Her entourage was guarded, a humorless group. Ready for an attack, ready to defend and do whatever necessary to keep their charge safe. Their Lady was no less grave… Painted just enough to be perfect, her features remained doll like and demure…It was years of training, coming into play.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 6:57 am
☀ A V E L I N E ☀ E N T R E R I ☀ Status: Princess of Justice
Location: The main staircase
Mood: Disappointed The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply. The Little Lamb relaxed for a moment before the Aveline's question put her at ill ease once more. That was strange. It was quite an innocent question to Aveline's mind. Aveline took note of this in her mind, sure it would be important later in her stay. Perhaps she would have time later to think upon the girl's discomfort at her questions. She soon found she didn't need an answer to her curiosity, for the girl told her straight out to whom she was bound.
Aveline's heart sank a little. She was requesting the use of one of Hubris's servants. It was quite the disappointment, for Hubris and the Kingdom of Justice were at war. No wonder the girl paused in her speech and had to force the words out. Only a fool would enjoy being bound to Hubris. The girl's paused lengthened and Aveline realised the girl was hurt by such questions and being forced to answer. For a moment she even pitied the servant, but the emotion was quickly wiped away by the realisation that she had to remain guarded around the girl, for both their sakes.
'There is no rudeness to forgive. It is only a pity I am not in a position to help you,' she said, making sure the sigh in her chest did not pass through her lips. What she really thought when she spoke was, it is a pity there is no chance of having you as my own.
Aveline watched as the serving girl placed her bucket aside and readied herself to assist the elven princess. It did not take any magic to see the girl was now sadder than when Aveline had arrived. This whole ordeal was fact becoming quite frustrating but Aveline still managed to give the girl a reassuring smile, if only for pretence. She flicked her hair, purely as a nervous habit and said, 'I have not been given such a room as I am recently arrived. If you could find me such a room I will leave you be.'
“I am loyal” the girl choked out, rather painfully “to the Hubris Kingdom.”
'Your loyalty is well noted, be proud my Little Lamb,' Aveline said as she held out her hand to show the girl was to lead her through the halls. There was one more trick up Aveline's sleeve she could use up the girl. She could offer the girl an olive branch, somewhere to escape should her loyalties change. Having a servant of Hubris at her side was somethign she surely could not pass up. Aveline made her voice light and caring, as only an elf could, and continued, 'should you ever need me, you will know which room to find me in.'
The Little Lamb lead Aveline through the halls to the guest bedrooms. The first one Aveline inspected did not have a large enough window and it was on the wrong side of the room. The princess wanted a room with a window that faced the morning sun, so she could be awakened by the morning rays. The second room was better. It was nothing spectacular but it would do until she could safely return home.He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 5:38 pm
 Ӻӓήȡɍᾀʆ ψѲȴϝɍąɱ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☠ Ӄingdom: Avarice
Ɍank: Vice Marshal
Ƚocation: Dinner
Ⱦhoughts: All is ready… ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☠ Hours later, Fandral found himself sitting at a workbench in his room. He’d picked out the room right next to Dominique’s for both security and the secret desire to be near the heiress at all times. Quietly he worked, dipping a rather thick brush into an inkwell. He gently ran the dripping hairs along the length of his exposed dagger blade, and then did the same to the other side. He moved the weapon over to the side to let the clear substance dry onto the cold steel, and repeated the process with his other dagger. Once he was done he corked the inkwell and pushed it to the side.
It was an uncomplicated process, but one he’d been taught was very necessary to be a successful assassin. Rosa, his guild’s animal tamer, had taught him the concept of insurance. Though highly unlikely, if he were to be defeated in battle he’d still need to be able to finish the job; that was where venom came in. It was not an uncommon practice for one to poison their blade. Fandral personally preferred to use venom of the inland taipan. Should he die in service to the princess, he would not be going alone.
For the moment, he was satisfied that his blades would be enough to fend off any attackers, and so he stood. He drew his hood over his face and stepped toward the door, opening it and walking through. He immediately began walking away from the room, his destination the dining hall in which they were to have dinner. In Fandral’s mind it was more so the stage in which Dominique’s and his plans were to see fruition. It was where the page would die an excruciating death, where he would announce the d’Aquitaine coup d’etat, and embarrass the name of the disgusting creatures who had occupied the throne previously; all in a matter of minutes, in one fell swoop.
While Dominique moved with the social grace that came with her station, Fandral was one with the shadows. His hood hid his face from anyone daring to look in his direction. He moved with patience, taking great care to not draw the slightest bit of attention to himself. He stuck to the walls and avoided any people that may have been roaming the halls. His padded boots made virtually no noise as he strode forward.
He made his way into the dining hall, apparently quietly enough that the heiress’s knights had not noticed him. This was not a good sign. While he had all confidence in their skill, they needed to be better. They needed to be flawless, and certainly more attentive. He’d need to teach them. He stuck to the walls as he neared one of the Avarian guards furthest from the group. The guard had stillnot noticed the assassin sneaking behind him. Fandral scowled.
It took but a moment to wrap an arm around the guard’s neck, then kick the back of his shin to bring him down. Within that moment all the other guards turned to him, their weapons drawn, but went back to their former positions upon seeing his clothing and recognizing it as that of the Avarian Marshals. He let go of the man and pushed him away with a disgusted expression on his features, not that any would be able to see beneath his hood.
”Absolutely pathetic,” he scolded the man, circling around him with purpose in his step. Venom seeped from his tone in gallons. ”If you can’t even guard against a hidden enemy, what use are you to the royal family?” The guard apologized profusely, to which Fandral replied with the back of his fist across the face, the force enough to draw some blood from his lips. ”Keep your eyes peeled, and your noses clean, or I’ll gut you myself. I’ve no use for those who cannot even protect themselves, let alone their charge. This goes for all of you.” He surveyed the rest of the guards, then turned back toward the one on the ground. This time he spoke a little more softly, though disgust still lined his words. ”Now, clean yourself off and get back to work.”
With that he turned toward Dominique and took a seat next to her. He leaned over toward her and whispered in her ear, his voice monotone. ”All is ready, my lady.” ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☠ This is the hand that will blind your eyes
And split your spine...xxxxxxxxxxxxx
This is the blade that'll visit your flesh
And release the wine...xxxxxxxxxx.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 9:58 pm
 Ӄɨɍɨϙȿ Ďɍɇɨȿȿɇὴ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━✠ Ӄingdom: Justice
Ɍank: General
Ƚocation: Roaming the halls
Ⱦhoughts: These men need to get lost… ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━✠ ”I assure you, milady, my misery has long since departed my company upon setting my eyes on you,” Kirios said in response to her comment about being lost together. He eyed her with a typically lustful gaze of one so ensnared by the siren’s beauty and spell. While it was not as physically obvious, or at least he didn’t think it would be, at the moment he could think of nothing more than pinning the woman against the wall and having his way with her.
But, unfortunately for him, there was company present, company of the male kind. While he certainly did not mind having multiple lovers at the same time, he had no interest in sharing a woman with another man. He simply had no interest in men, and preferred not to share his lovers with them either. But this woman surely had a way of breaking through his defenses, which was not an easy thing to do.
The young woman introduced herself as Lorelei Gavini, princess of the Kingdom of Lust. That would explain everything. He took her hand gently in his own and brushed his lips against it in common courtesy. ”I can assure you the pleasure is all mine.”He let his mouth hover over her hand for a moment, letting out a warm breath. Now would have been a perfect opportunity to simply pull her into his arms, press his lips to hers, and lose himself to passion. But that would have been improper in front of their current company, so Kirios showed some restraint and let her go then took a step back.
He smirked at Lorelei’s comments about the breeches he was currently wearing. He did not fail to notice the heat taking form on her cheeks. This only served to feed the man’s ego and natural charm, of course. She responded to his flirtations, so it was only right that he respond in kind. ”Well, then if I may be so bold as to recommend you take the ones I’m wearing, milady.” he flirted back with that same wanting gaze he had given her before, the right side of his lips curling further. It was definitely pleasing to him to see that, with all the power she currently had over him, that he was at least having some kind of effect on her.
Kirios nodded at the newcomer, though he silently cursed the growing crowd. Being his typically polite self, he kindly addressed him. ”A fellow Justian? Glad to see I am not as alone as I’d imagined here,” he said with a chuckle. ”I can think of no reason you would not be welcome, Sasha.” Though in his head he could think of dozens; every single one of them involved taking Lorelei for himself.
He nodded at Wrathian heir’s suggestion, not finding the reason or energy to argue his logic. Though, naturally, he chose to let his personal charm take charge. He turned his attention back to Lorelei, eyes still full of heat. ”I’ll go wherever the princess wishes to go, and nowhere else,” he said with a warm smirk.  Chains of hate | Chains of affection
Chains that want you | And chains of rejectionx..
Chains immortal | Chains that diexxxx.
Chains that shackle you | And chains that bindxxxxxx.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 11:40 pm
 Corrine Brooke Masterson Kingdom: Wrath ✩ Rank: Arch Duchess ✩ Location: Veritas' Castle ✩ Old Room // Veritas' Study  Lorelei asked that she find their God host, while the siren would take on the task of finding clothes for their indecent friend. Corrine gave the girl a nod, her lips curling into a grin as the girl mentioned making him some clothes from the tapestries on the wall if they could find no other alternatives. It was an interesting notion, though she had to admit that she hoped it didn't come to that. It was then that the siren left them, making sure that Evony would be alright to tend to the former gardener by herself for awhile. The Wrathian Arch Duchess watched the princess of Lust leave the room, silently wishing her the best of luck, while her own thoughts turned to how she was going to find and inform Veritas of the current situation.
The first thing that went through the woman's head was that she needed to property attire herself before she sought an audience with the master of the castle. While she might hate traditional notions of propriety - especially when it seemed that time was of the essence - she was not about to go before a God half-clothed and disheveled. Turning to the two left in the room, she tried to appear sympathetic and understanding, giving them both a soft smile.
"I'm going to change into something a bit more appropriate myself. I'll come back by to check on you before I go speak with Lord Veritas. I won't be a minute," she said softly yet simply, eyes sweeping between the two of them one last time before she left the room and moved swiftly to her own chambers. It was a quick trip, Corrine glad to see that her father was nowhere to be found and her hand-maidens were ready to help her into something more appropriate. Granted, they probably thought she was going to dinner wit her father - no doubt he was sitting downstairs waiting for her despite her clear warning that she was not going to be joining him. None-the-less, it was a relatively quick change,However, by the time she had come up with her own plan of attack, a swift knock came to the door, a male voice speaking through that the Siren had asked him to come help them with the situation.
Emerging from her chambers, her flowing crimson skirt shuffled along quickly as the Wrathian woman made her way back to her previous quarters. When she re-entered, she gave a small smile to the occupants, noting that there were still no actual garments on poor Sokar. Evony was holding his hand - it was cute how innocent the girl was. Innocence that would be all but lost if her cousin had his way, though there were worse things. Lincoln was a fine man, and he would take care of her, no doubt of his own volition. If he attempted anything to the contrary, Corrine would set him straight. But all that would be for another time, in another place, under very different circumstances than they now found themselves. It was but a moment later that a knock came to the door, a man's voice indicating that he had been sent by their departed Siren princess. Sokar instantly dropped back into a defensive position, Evony approaching the door as if opening it would spell doom on them all. Eventually she did open the door to reveal the well-dressed body that matched the voice previously left unseen.
Her hand made its way to her lips as the little blonde girl fell into a hurried curtsy, stammering as she let the man enter the room. The brunette didn't have the heart to interrupt the girl as she tried so desperately to explain the situation, eventually blurting out the real dilemma of their situation - they needed to cover the nude gardener's private areas. The girl's pale skin blazed a shade of crimson she wasn't sure she had been before, Corrine's clearly amused expression falling with a considerable amount of sympathy on the young princess. Crossing the room, she gently placed a hand on the girl's shoulder, giving her a gentle nudge to resume her post at her friend's side.
"What the young princess was trying to say was that the gardener, Sokar, was transformed by a witch's spell. I don't know what Princess Lorelei may have told you, but clearly we can't have him wandering the grounds in his current…condition," she spoke simply, motioning towards Sokar is if it were self-explanatory.
"I am going to request an audience with Lord Veritas to inform him of Sokar's situation - I'm sure Lorelei will return shortly from her errand. You'll be alright waiting for a few moments?" Corrine gave him a grateful smile, bowing her head in appreciation before she to exited the room to find Veritas. She wandered the hallways for a few moments before stopping a passing maid, inquiring as to where she might find her master. The girl said that Veritas could be found in his study, and gave Corrine directions to finding it. Her steps were deliberate, the Wrathian Arch Duchess not stopping for anyone or anything.
Upon finding a door, which she could only hope was the actual door she sought, Corrine adjusted the bodice of her dress, holding her head erect as she knocked confidently on the door. With any luck, the God would show more compassion for his own servants than he had for the rest of his guests so far.
"My lord? I really must speak to you regarding your gardener, Sokar. I'm afraid there has been an incident that requires your immediate attention," she called through the door, waiting patiently for him to let her in. Her mind raced through the facts as she understaff them so she could be sure not to leave anything out when she got to speak with the lord of the castle. No doubt he would need to know everything he could in order to resolve this matter as quickly as possible. ((Oodles Of Carrots: So so sorry for the wait!)
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 6:07 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:Lost in a Hallway The princess' lips twitched upwards at the mention of her beloved sister – who was still very much in hiding from their visiting sire. She attempted to focus on that instead of the silken feeling of lips on her skin, which made a few nerves go haywire. Were it not the custom to do so, she'd not have held her hand out at all, not when she was aware of what the barest of physical contacts could cause. “My lord, I do hope she behaved herself in your company. She's a very puckish nature, I'm afraid... and the formalities required when in esteemed company, while not hopelessly lost on her, is not something she prefers to be well practiced with.” And that was the under-exaggeration of the century. Cat hated those affairs.
Lincoln remarked that he believed the walls of the manse to be enchanted, and Lorelei nodded in complete agreement. “Never before coming here have I lost my way.” No, her sense of direction was usually on target; her older sister however, could not say the same... and it often took the siren hours to locate just where Cat had gotten herself tucked away. “But I think our host finds some sort of amusement in watching all of us brook his idea of fun.”
Kirios was next, and while Lincoln had attempted to behave, the man from Justice didn't. The breath of hot air upon her flesh warmed her, enough that her resin colored eyes melted into a deeper hue momentarily. Her insides tightened. She reclaimed her hand before it could shake, posing a smile so that he'd not realize how easily she would sway. That she had swayed. And now that her visions of Alexander Bellerose had ceased in the waking hours, it was only becoming easier to stir the promiscuous side of her. “You flatter me, Sir Dreissen, far beyond what a simple maid like myself deserves, I assure you. But I shall thank you for it all the same.”
“Sir Dreissen, if I may express that I would never be so bold” She gave way to a small, musical giggle before admitting truthfully, though with the appearance of merely following the banter. “I'm afraid I've not the courage.” Haven had voiced just that, so recently. “Perhaps for the best though, I'd not want to sully your breeches before passing them to Sokar.” The siren loved the game; Lorelei was beginning to fear that it wasn't all in jest – his gaze too heavily laden with desire for it to be. Taking in a breath, the princess forced herself to remain poised, to not outwardly show just how easily she'd come when beckoned, else it be the ruination of what remained to be her virtue. And Haven, her poor, unfortunate fiance would never forgive her.
~Mi'lord Masterson,~ Her eyes sought his, unthinking of any consequence as her melodies in voice whispered to his mind. Most could hear it when she called to them, but there was always a chance that she'd be muted, at least there in their head. ~Should we accompany you, to ensure you've found a healer?~ It was a question posed out of concern, posed discretely because she sensed the anger that most of Wrathian people embodied. And to call out a weakness on an heir, not once... but twice... would be only cause for an ill-reputation to form. A thing that an heir couldn't afford. She'd not known initially, who he was... else she'd not have vocalized his point of weakness so staunchly. ~It'd certainly go against the station of a woman to allow a man to suffer.~ She'd not meant the ambiguity, hadn't meant for any of what she said to be tempting – surely Lincoln had realized that, Lorelei, while she had some inkling of an idea of just how troublesome a siren's call could be, she truly had no way of knowing just how much it effected those around her. Nor was she aware of how close two of them were to snatching her up and using her to fulfill the wants her siren stirred within them.
And while the gentler nature of the princess would weakly protest, Lorelei knew well how hard it was to keep to propriety when a promising heat rolled over her flesh. How easily her walls gave out underneath sultry kisses, how addictive the feeling was... and how impossible it was to halt the Lust that thickened in her blood.
Like everyone here, she was thankful for the growing numbers – it meant it'd be harder to snare her in her own trap. And with any luck, she'd be with a supervised group for quite a time. Fingernails just lightly brushed the skin at her neck, and then came up to rest at the corner of her lips as Sasha made his extraordinary introduction, dipping into a well practiced bow. The princess' visage was that of a demure, coquettish siren, lacking the innocent glimmer that would oft distinguish the difference between the temptress and Lorelei's gentler nature. Forcing herself to swallow it, pushing the seductive nature back, Lorelei dipped her chin, knees bending slightly for the scribe. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir.” She kept her gaze from piercing his as she spoke, not wanting to make that mistake again.
“I've no qualms with you joining us.” She chimed sweetly. “It'd not say well of any of us to let you suffer from what which would come from being lost.” She kept it to herself, but she had a feeling that being lost in this castle could very well be dangerous. The old codger would enjoy far too much to see them harm themselves.
Rouge seemed ever present in her cheeks with Kirios' beguiling charms and wit. “Wherever I go...” The siren mused, the inflections deeper because Lorelei couldn't stop it, not when the knight was toeing the line so flamboyantly. “I could say that we'll see to that, but I have this nagging suspicion that you would call a lady's bluff.”
She couldn't give a statement just where she was planning on going first – whether it be to accompany the heir to see him well treated, or if it would be straight to Sokar's quarters... or even still if she'd find a secret alcove to invite one of them into, where the siren would finally get exactly what she wanted.
[[Oddly Oafish Commentary:]] The siren sang so sweet and watched the sailors go down, anyone would drown
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 10:11 pm
Location: Aveline's new room to a disaster in the hallway
Title: Servant
Kingdom: Hubris
“Your loyalty is well noted, be proud my little lamb”
Ella simply nodded at Aveline before taking her upstairs and showing her around the guest rooms. It was a relatively short process because Aveline picked the second room that Ella showed her. The first was a bit small, and a little on the darker side. It had a tiny window and a rather small bed. This room was more than likely for a knight or a hand maid that had a higher status than a servant. The second room was much more fitted for a princess. It had a large window with a seat attached to it. Perfect for viewing the sun rise. The bed was larger and had stain bed linens and it was a much brighter room.
After Aveline had granted her approval of the room, Ella walked in and opened the curtain so that the sun could shine in and so that Aveline could have a better look at what lay outside. “Pardon me Your Highness, but I am going to go find someone to bring your things up.” Ella curtsied before spinning on her heel and walking out the door. She was hoping a strong servant would be wandering near by so she could ask for assistance. The Gods knew that if she tried to carry the luggage, levitation power or not, it would end in disaster.
Just as Ella wandered out the door, she hit something rather solid. It didn’t throw her back, but instead just stopped her in her tracks. Looking up, a few strands of blue hair fell away from her face and she was able to see very clearly what, or rather who, she had run in to. Standing in front of her was a tall man, with a head of shaggy brown hair and a pair of deep blue eyes. Blinking at him for a few seconds, it took the girl a little longer than normal to realize she had run into a member of the royal elite, mostly because she was not expecting anyone to be standing in the hallway. “Beg your pardon Sire!” she squeaked while wheeling back, curtsying quickly, her face flushed. “Please forgive me! I had no idea you were standing there.” The young woman spoke a bit frantically, trying to redeem herself, face cast down at the floor to hide her embarrassment.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 10:37 pm
I want to live xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI want to run through the jungle Location: Test thread
Thoughts: Idk... ask him. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxThe wind in my hair and the sand at my feet xxxxxxxxxxxx≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎
Walking around the corridors was providing Sam with something to do, but it wasn't occupying his mind and he was spending entirely too much time running over past events in his head.
Until he stopped outside a room and a rather slight female plowed right into him. Blue eyes peeked up at him through loose strands of hair as midnight eyes blinked down, in slight startlement. Sam decided he had better pay attention to where he was going before he happened upon a less pleasant surprise.
Though his normal reaction would have been to immediately go on the defensive until he had decided whether or not this other person was a threat, there was something so simply submissive about the girl he was fairly certain if he reacted that way, she might flee like a wee rabbit before a hungry pack.
He tilted his head slightly to one side as she spoke, a little bemused. "The fault is not entirely your own, miss. I was lost in my thoughts and not paying attention to my surroundings," he finally muttered, trying to set her nerves at ease. She was clearly more distraught than Sam believed the situation warranted and he ducked his head a little trying to see her face while she seemed determined to stare at the floor. "Are you alright?"
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I’ve been having difficulties keeping to myselfxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFeelings and emotions better left up on the shelf Animals and children tell the truth; they never lie Which one is more human?xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxThere’s a thought now you decide
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