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The guard still stood there, still apparently surprised she was gone. "For a noble lady. . . She sure doesn't act like one." he mumbled to himself.

Paradox watched it with good humor. "It's going to bring chaos to the household. Two kids are manageable, but three. . . Three is a trouble a day, so better be prepared to pay." He said quietly. It was old wise women advice, and in most cases true. "I'll get to work on it as soon as possible. We should all be in high spirits on a day like this. An enemy defeated, and a child returned to us." Paradox turned to get to work, but stopped suddenly. "What's your name?" The general asked the Guard.

The guard replied, still amazed by what the lady had done. "Just call me the Wolf." It was a dazed voice.

Paradox left the hall with Wolf to see to the ladies room, or as paradox called her, the girl. The maids had quite a time with The Wolf. Sadly for them, he beleived in feng shui.

"You didn't get what you wanted, did you?" A girlish voice asked from behind the Queen. It was Lady serenity. "Daddy always said that you are never happy until you get what you want." She said playfully. her entire gown was plastered with mud. It had found it's way into her normally beutiful locks of hair, and would take forever to get out. She smiled, sitting down too, to look at the night sky. She had followed Katherine here.

The girl looked genuinely impressed. She was under the impression that most old people didn't have fathers, or so it seemed. "Wow. My daddy always said that too. Sacrifice everything for the people, even your life! He did you know. Fended off the evil monsters single handedly, with a sword of fire, and great big feathery wings too. No lie! Big mamma told me. She never lies!" She said, seeming to completely beleive the tale. The little girl seemed not to notice that Katherine seemed tired. Instead, she played happily with the mud in her hair.

The girl looked at KAtherine funny, like she was unbeleiveable. "well, duh. You don't have a sword of fire, or great big feathery wings that are so big they block out the sun." she replied indignitily. It was so simple. Some people were just hopless like that. She turned around at some invisible signal. "Your right! they are calling me back to get cleaned up. Errrm. Why can't I just play in the mud. It's squishy and fun." The girl whined while running back to the castle. She smiled to herself secretly though. This was going to be a lot of fun.

Paradox had gotten the room ready, under the supervision of "The Wolf" since he would not answer to any other name. If Paradox hadn't been able to lift that giant cabinet for "the Wolf"s speech, "A little to the right. No no. Too far right" It would have taken all week to get the room perfect. The girl was washed. It a couple of hours to get all the grimy mud and dirt out of her hair, and she was put to bed.

(going to bed myself, too. See you tomorrow. Leaving after your post.)

'What is it.' He would begin to think to himself as slender digits wrapped in darkness would grasp the stone tiles upon the throne room floor. 'Why..' That long, darkness-clad arm visible as that single hand pulls this form lanky form upwards. 'Why have I returned?' That long, raven mop of hair hanging still in its thick mass before that hidden visage. He would sit upon the edge of that dark void in which he seems to have crawled from. From where though? Hell perhaps. A void between worlds, who knows. That plane was not good enough, it seems he needs to taste this air. Tendrils of darkness would crawl upwards along that black form, and before long he is standing to his full height of somewhere near seven feet. Those long, slender fingers of his would twitch momentarily before wiggling fluidly, and what seem like a pair of white conductors gloves appear, their three black slits visible upon the backs of his large hands. Otherwise he was simply a big... mass of darkness, having not fully formed it seems.

This figure's head would seem to turn slightly, pale tiers the same hue of porcelain as the rest of that feminine visage presented. They would make their slight movements as an unnaturally deep voice would creep forward. "Perhaps.. This is One." Every shadow cast by this form is deep in its opacity, and every movement was fluid despite his tall, lanky form. Almost like a scarecrow, this figure would remain standing where it has been while those hands would open and close slowly, clenching and releasing his gloved fists. Or perhaps it was just the appearance of gloved fists. "But, then again who would know, as I seem to have lost most of my memories." As this was quite odd, there no longer being a hole that swept downwards for all eternity parked in the middle of the throne room. That deep voice seems to carry with it some sort of.. ethereal power.. a predator's presence despite that lack of emotion. Pale lips remain in their emotionless straight line as the darkness about his form creeps and crawls like liquid ink, trying to find some sort of pattern, perhaps.

"What am I looking for?" He would mirror her question. Silence seems to fill the air about them, it is as though it has been replaced by a thick, murky presence. That moonlight would cast its streak across that figure, and from between thick, raven bangs; an eye, illuminate within the darkness. That pale, milk white visible within the ink-black about it. His pupil growing slowly into an orb, while swimming within an iris the color of the cloudless sky, infinite in its expanse. "Perhaps you can tell me that. As here I stand once more." By now that darkness has formed into a sort of full-body coat that lacks any real definition. This dangerous voice of his is heard once again as his hand lifts and that long, slender index finger extends whilst pointing towards her, long, thin arm extended. "Perhaps." His voice rising slightly as he begins and then ends this exclamation. "I have come for you."