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 Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 10:01 pm
 Corrine Brooke Masterson Arch Duchess of Wrath ✩ Location: Gallery || Grassy Knoll ✩ Escape!  Their situation was dire, Corrine on edge as the booming call for evacuation rang through the grounds. It was far from ideal - their greatest tactical advantage against the dangers besieging them at the moment lay in protecting the Gallery. But now, their hands were forced. They would have to flee. Flee or perish in the flames.
The group readied itself to move, some members more worried about their flight than others. The Arch Duchess was proud to see her cousin pledge himself to Lady Madelyn, while Corrine turned her attentions to the Princess Naedira. For whatever reason, she felt the need to make sure that the girl was safe - perhaps because she seemed so unable to protect herself while Corrine was born and bred for battle. The fact that she was betrothed to the heir of Envy, with whom Lincoln had been seeking an alliance was incidentally appealing. No one could say that Corrine wasn't always concerned for her family's welfare.
Altonair called for someone to lead them from the room, Corrine too turning to the group to see who would step forward to point them in the right direction. As much as she hated it, the Arch Duchess was also at the others' mercy - she had never even been to this part of the castle before, so her directions would be completely worthless. The Envian prince moved to his bride, offering to carry her, if she needed it. A grin flashed across Corrine's lips, green eyes darting from them to the ground and then towards one of the exits.
How chivalrous…
It use be a difference between the light and dark kingdoms - an intensely handsome man offered to rescue you from lapping flames, in true hero fashion, and the Princess Naedira politely refused him in favor of walking. At least she did so without addressing him by his proper title - a boldness not unlike her familiarity with her own cousin. And then, she acquiesced. Such a smart girl.
"If I may be so bold, let's take our precious cargo and be off. If your hands are encumbered, my Lord, I'll serve as your escort." Many may have scoffed at the idea of a female escort, but she felt she'd already proven her worth. They were both too kind of refuse her, anyway.
The Arch Duchess was intensely alert as the group made their way out of the Gallery, eventually finding themselves on the other side of the gardens, the air becoming cleaner with each step. Her arms wrapped around herself as they reached a grassy knoll, overlooking the destruction of the castle and the grounds. At least it looked like the worst of the assault was over now, the flames not spreading and the sounds of battle dying down across the air.
Naedira, true to light-kingdom fashion, expressed her hope and prayer that the damage to human life was minimal, questioning just how much more death and destruction they could take.
"Rightly or wrongly, the kingdoms are at war, my Lady. I'm afraid more death and war are certain in these times." She didn't have the heart to tell the Princess that she was looking forward to the next battle. The may have caught her unawares this time around, but she would not make that mistake again. Humility's princess seemed sorrowful at the prospect, whispering something that she could not hear, but the tone was well-taken. She would have to toughen up if she were going to survive here - politics was not a place for the faint of heart. ((Oodles Of Carrots: If I missed someone, please PLEASE let me know. ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2012 2:21 pm
❀ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ xxxxxLet me take the fall. Let me take the blame. xxxxxxxxxxxxxLet me carry you from hell to home again. xxxxx━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❀ Let me be your armour. Let me be your shield.
Let me take away the pain you feel. (Your armour.)  Let me be the light that guides your way through darkest night.
Let me be your armour. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❀
Let me walk for you when your legs are weak.xxxxx
Let me find the words for you when you can't speak.xxxxxxx
❀ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━xxxxx
Fandral Vincent Wolfram xx Avarice xx Vice Marshal / Conduit xx Halls xxx  The assassin had almost forgotten what it felt like to fight alongside allies, it had been so long. It was almost a surprise when Alphonse decided to leap into Fandral's quarrel with the beast-blooded general and aid him. He would have preferred if the Duke had instead chosen to use Fandral's distraction to move Dominique to a safer location, but he could not say he was not thankful for the man's help. Alone he probably would not survive against the creature, for as high as his endurance was, it was finite, and it did not seem as if the beast shared this very human trait with the assassin. Sooner or later Fandral would grow tired, and the beast would use that as a chance to devour him. This creature was so unlike the others of his kind that Fandral had faced before; by now the damned dog would have been dead, and Fandral would have been skinning him for hides to trade in one of the nearest town marketplaces. This thing he fought was so much more than just a werewolf.
But he would kill the son of a b***h just the same.
Alphonse attacked the creature with flames and a blade of his own, and for now it seemed to distract him long enough to give Fandral a moment of respite among the chaos. But he'd not leave the man to his fate. Fandral used the distraction to roll on his side till he faced the wolf's back, using it as a shield against the Duke's sorcery. Without a moment's hesitation the young assassin unleashed a veritable whirlwind of slashes from both his daggers across the beast's back. He moved with a dancer's grace, each swing of his blades moving in flawlessly rhythmic execution. Despite his acrobatics, no movement was wasted as he filled the creature's back with dozens of cuts that, while they did not penetrate as deep as he'd wanted, they would likely leave scars. Fandral did not see Alphonse's self-mutilation, but he did see the flames that were gathering in his palm. As soon as the beast turned to run, Fandral rolled to his side, but not without leaving long slash along the side of the werewolf's snout. If he could not kill him, he would at least leave him with a memorable mark.
For a moment, he considered chasing after the abomination to end his miserable cowardly life once and for all. The b*****d deserved to die in the most brutal and most painful ways limited to imagination. It would also be the first time since his days as a novice that he allowed a mark to escape their first encounter with him. But unfortunately for his pride and reputation, duty bade that he instead stay by his mistress's side. More than that, he'd not missed the familiarity in Alphonse's tone when addressing the creature in his human form. This Duke Alphonse seemed to be friendly with the so-called General Night. It was difficult enough to earn Fandral's trust, but this revelation did not bode well for the Duke's state. He'd fought alongside the assassin against the werewolf, but Fandral of all people knew that such situations made for easy ploys to earn the trust of someone whom you planned to turn a dagger in their back later. Deception, along with murder, was his occupation of choice; naturally, he knew to question everyone's motives. Well, everyone's motives but Dominique's; her motives were beyond him, he accepted this the moment he took his vows.
He sprinted to join the side of his mistress, straightening his hood once more so his face did not show. His gaze never leaving Alphonse, he sheathed his blades. "I remain uninjured, ma maîtresse. Simply aggrivated. 'Tis the first time my prey has been allowed to escape since I could remember." His deep gruff baritone remained his passionless deadpan as ever, giving away no sign that he was disappointed apart from his actual words. Nothing agitated him more than a mark that was unwilling to bow to its fate. Should he meet the man again at some point, the event would not repeat itself, of that he was absolutely certain. He merely nodded, remaining silent when Dominique suggested they move elsewhere. ❀ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❀
Let me take the blows that were meant for you.
Let me help you with the trials you're going through.
Let me keep you safe from the world outside.
Let me wipe away the tears that fill your eyes.
Let me keep you from experience you need.
Let me bind you with my selfishness and greed.
Let me stifle you. Let me have control.
Let me smother every aspect of your soul.
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