This is a private RP for Eftemie.
If your name is not listed here, then please do not post in this thread.
This takes place in a forest glade near the dark castle of Azmodeus. There will be subtle information here about the upcoming metaplot but it is up to you to figure it out.
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If your name is not listed here, then please do not post in this thread.
This takes place in a forest glade near the dark castle of Azmodeus. There will be subtle information here about the upcoming metaplot but it is up to you to figure it out.
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He had not been hard to find. Mazken watched the yokai closely before moving towards him. The animals were crowded around him as he sat on the rock amidst the creatures. A faint flicker slipped thru the oversoul's eyes as she dropped down behind them.
The creatures scattered much to Valkon's annoyance. Not at them. At her. He stared at the strange oversoul silently, his eyes narrowed in observance.
"Lord, you are Valkon, are you not?" she asked softly, her voice stiffly formal.
Valkon's gaze intensified as the last of the creatures vanished entirely into the brush nearby and beyond. His tails twitched as he got to his feet. Nervously, Clipper still sat on his shoulder and the yokai reached upwards to soothe his ruffled feathers.
"What do you want?" he asked abruptly, neither identifying himself not negating her information.
"I am Mazken. I serve the Lady Seska. The Lady wishes to speak to you and I am to bring you to her," the oversoul stated, her eyes flickering though the expression on her stony face revealed little of what she was thinking.
Valkon raised an eyebrow, simply watching. "Then let her come,"he replied challengingly. "I have better things to do than waste my time with spoiled goddesses." He had recognized the name as one of those the festival in the town had been about. In truth he had not thought they existed and it amused him greatly to find he had been proven wrong. But he had little time for a goddess of the living. "If she wants to speak to me, let her come here."
With that said, Valkon turned away leaving the oversoul staring at him.
The oversoul blinked in true surprise. Was he really going to simply walk away? When the goddess wanted to see HIM specifically? Watcher had said he was... difficult.
Mazken stretched her wings out, flying up into the air. She would return to her Lady but she was quite certain that the goddess would be more than angry.