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 Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 3:38 pm
~ Chaos ~
Basically, please do not post your character in here unless I ask you to. I do not mind OOC as long as they are in gray and size 9! also place brackets around them. ^^
If you wish to make some History with Chaos, please send me a pm about your idea. I will think about it. If I like it, then I will tell you to fill out a profile, as well as pick a color, and then I will post your profile for you and we can post when the time has come. ^^
Possible more to come, but that is it for now.
I do hope you enjoy learning about Chaos. ^^
Rose
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 3:47 pm
Profiles will be added or rather made up soon... Just listing so I don't forget. Father: Sirius #AA1111Mother: Goldabell -with deep red highlights, and a magenta violet color for her eyes- Eldest Son: Richards #552222Eldest Sister: Charlene #083333Sister: Mercades #004444Sister: Matilda #995555Brother: Alexander #006666Sister: Arisila -usually wears black, not white- #997777Sister: Josaphine #888800Brother: Chaos -Same attributes as his mother- DarkblueOther characters that are mine: Shaman: Hathern Darkgreen-more to come possible- Characters by others: Onion: Azerol -mostly black hair with odd red patterns in it. Wears black most of the time- darkred
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 6:53 pm
“Ah, ow ow ow ow! Let me go Richards!” Chaos gave shouts of pain and frustration as his eldest brother held him tight. He tried to squirm from his brothers grasps, but nothing seemed to work. “AH! Let me go!” He yelled out again. “MOMMA! Help me!” Chaos found himself calling for his mother once again as his sibling started to pick upon him.
“That’s right, call for your mother. But what is she going to do? Huh? You call for mom again, and I bet father will get in here and shut you up quickly!” Richards laughed as he started to hold Chaos by his horns. “So shut up, small horns!” He laughed as he pulled Chaos’s head this way and that. “Small horns, you won’t come to anything but an early death.” He stuck his face right into his younger siblings. “You know how I know that? The small ones always die off first.” Richards laughed as he picked up Chaos, now by the tail.
Chaos gave a shout of pain as he was lifted, and tried not to squirm as being held by the tail was worst off then getting lifted by his undergarments. “Stop it!” He said through gritted teeth, his eyes starting to well up with tears. At this point though, the two boys bickering and fighting had drawn the attention of their father, Lord Sirius. With his father’s entrance into the room, Chaos fell silent as he waited to hear what his father had to say about all of this.
“You pathetic creature… being hung by your tail?” Making a tissing sound with his tongue, Sirius came and held Chaos’s chin in his hands. “Not getting free today are we?” Giving off a grin he gave a nod to Richards. “Continue.” Chuckling, he turned, and abruptly stopped. Standing in the door way was a very angry Goldabell.
Rushing to her son’s aid, Goldabell smacked Richard’s hand and clutched to Chaos’s figure. “How dare you encourage such acts…” She narrowed her eyes at her supposed husband and father of her children, and picked up Chaos into her arms. Taking the child out of the room, she rushed off to his room. Once arriving in the room, she settled him down on the bed. “Chaos, are you okay?” She asked as she knelt down in front of him.
“Yeah…” Chaos replied softly. He didn’t make eye contact with the woman; instead he looked down, feeling ashamed of having to call for his mother’s aid.
Goldabell gave a small laugh. Leaning in, she wrapped her arms around her child and stroked his hair softly. Chaos was the only child out of seven that resembled her in any way. As far as looks, or attitudes on life, Chaos came almost dead on. Black hair with natural deep red highlights and a magenta almost pink coloration of his eyes –in which fluctuated in intensity of color with his emotions- matched her looks completely. His soft attitude and look on life also matched hers. Neither one of them approved of what her once love turned into with his now high title. “Chaos, I am sorry, but I must go on a little trip. You will have to stay here for a bit…” Goldabell spoke to Chaos quietly after a couple moments of silence.
“What! No, you can’t leave me! You are the only thing that stops them!” Chaos held his mother tight. Without her, things happened, bad things, hurtful things. “You can’t leave me with them; please… can’t I go with you?” Chaos buried his face into her shoulder to hide his fearful tears.
“No, I am sorry Chaos…” Goldabell slid Chaos off the bed and wrapped him fully in her arms, as she let him lay in her lap. “But I want to give you a name in which you can use instead of mother while I am gone. The name is Hathern. Hathern is a great man that can protect you, and he will only listen to you, unless I have told him otherwise. He is a wise and strong man that serves the hellion royal line. He is under my control as you may already know; I am the heir to the hellion line, and not Sirius. I have the blood of the last king in my veins, and so do you. I believe out of all the children I have had, you are the only one that will be allowed to control him. Think of him almost as a new maid, but yet more than a maid.” She gave a smile as she held him tightly. “I would never leave you alone with them, as you are the only child I can truly call my own.” She hummed as she rocked Chaos comfortingly back and forth.
That meeting Chaos had with his mother was the last one he ever had with her. It was almost like she knew it would have been. They had spent the rest of the day, and the night like that. Chaos remembered it as if it was yesterday. The comfort and warmth that his mother gave to him, he felt it present somehow in his bedroom as he woke up. Stepping out of his room however, the feeling was gone. Licking his top lip, Chaos slowly headed down the hall way, trying to avoid confrontation with anyone that shared his blood. Looking all around, and thinking it was clear, Chaos turned a corner to quickly to stop himself from running into Charlene and Richards, and them having their own thing going on.
Charlene was all wrapped up and around Richards, and they were having their morning ‘hello’. Chaos never understood how they were able to become ‘loves’ or whatever they were choosing to call it. It was just a thing. Accidently running into the two of them, Chaos bounced back and looked up to see that he had indeed ran into something, or rather someone’s, that he didn’t wish to even see that day. Giving a small swallow, he took a slow step back.
“Not this morning...” Charlene said through her gritted teeth, as her anger rose, her formed shifted. Richards, feeding off of his sisters’ anger, pulled out a funny looking knife. “Get him Richards, get him good…” She gave a smile as she appeared behind Chaos and grasped him in her hands. Holding the boy by his arms, she looked up at Richards. “Quickly, before that man has time to find him!” Charlene was referring to Hathern, who had a talent to show up right before or as an issue arose that involved the youngest of the princes. “Quickly!” She hissed again.
Richards grinned as he jammed the knife into Chaos, deep within the side of his stomach. “Another scar, baby brother?” He hissed into Chaos’s ear, as he pushed the knife in deeper, and then using his strength to break off the knife. Laughing he pulled himself away from the boy, and nodded to Charlene, who in turn, dropped Chaos to the floor. The two of them grinned widely as they departed. Their laughter echoing in the hall, a bloody Chaos kneeing in pain.
“Hathern…” He whispered as he held his side. “Hathern, please… help me!” Chaos hated this. That man was always coming and getting his sorry a** out of trouble. He knew at some point or another he would have to stand up for himself, or just vanish.
Coming out of the wall, Hathern rushed to Chaos. “Damn them…” He gently picked up the child and walked back through the wall. Coming out inside a different dimension, Hathern set the boy down upon the desk in the room. “Stay.” He commanded as he started to search the room for what he needed. They had left the hellion dimension, so Chaos’s form diminished in size, or at least the hellion features. Sitting atop the desk, Chaos watched Hathern go around the room, his own hand hesitating to grasp his injury. “Touch it, and you will make it worse.” Hathern worried, as he wasn’t a healer, although he could aid spirits, he couldn’t do much for a physical wound but treat it the best he could with bandages. Gathering his equipment he pulled a chair up to the desk and took a closer look. “I am going to take this shirt off of you… just hold still.” Hathern gently pulled the shirt up and over the boys head, small sounds of pain came from the boy. “I am sorry, but there isn’t much I can do for the pain…” He felt bad that he didn’t know where the proper medical equipment was, but yet he had done more with less, so even if Chaos fainted with pain, Hathern could get the stab wound fixed up. “Now hold still so I can look…”
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 1:40 pm
Finishing the treatment of the wound, Hathern straightened up and checked over his wrapping job around it to keep it clean and to stop the bleeding. "Your hellion blood will heal it soon, I just had to get what ever it was out first." He gave a nod as he offered his hand. "Come, I want you to see something..."
Chaos gave a nod as he slipped off the table and ignored the mans hand. Rather he let his hands hang down by his sides. "Whats the point on showing me something Hathern? They are just getting rid of the youngest. You know the youngest never takes the crown..." Chaos kept his eyes on the ground, his spirit broken down after all the years of trying to stay strong.
"Thats not true... There have been many that take the throne even though they are the youngest. And some of those people had more siblings then you did!" He paused his walking to looked the boy up and down. Hopefully seeing this old friend of mine will get him more in tune with things... "Chaos... Did you know that your mother told me that she wanted you to succeed her? That she viewed you as the only person that would be able to properly take care of the people after what Serious is doing to them?" He scrunched his body down to become eye level with the child. "And thats why I want to take you some where... We are currently in the O-Dimension, far away from the royal palace. Your mother came her often, trying to get your father out of power. She herself couldn't do anything, as Serious threatened your life." He stood back up. "Lady Goldabell told me to show you her work when you were ready. I think the time has came Chaos, for you to rise to your full potential." Taking up what your mother was working on can be that one thing you need to get you back up on your feet... "Come now... Lets go." He turned and started to walk to a door, in which he opened and stepped aside from it to let the boy enter first.
Looking up, Chaos saw through the door and was amazed by what was shown. A large room filled with people busy at work. Some were people he knew as officials in the palace, or some of the rich people that came to the gatherings his family held, every single one of them. Stepping through the door, a small wow came from his lips. Turning round he took in the full site.
The room was old looking, it had a certain middle class feeling to it. It wasn't to high, but yet not to low in its value. It was amazing in the fact that it seemed to have everything in it. Several kitchens set up through out the room, libraries or stacks of books and scrolls also scattered the enormous room. As Chaos came out to the railing, as he had entered on what looked like an upper level which was filled with little offices, he looked down to the main flooring and watched the people walk around and chat.
His attention was drawn to the far end opposite of him, as there was no second level to that part of the room. Instead, a raised plat form stood there with three wooden desks that held all sorts of things, and at them was a black and red haired person, who's hair was long, so Chaos couldn't tell if it was man or woman from this far. With the black and red haired person, stood several officers or guards, or just people in suits, he was once again to far to tell. "What is this?" He asked slowly as he turned around to meet Hathern's gaze.
"This is what your mother helped set up, or rather reset up. This is the base for the operations in which want to bring Serious out of power. As well as possible eliminate the lower line of Hell. The lower line of Hell is not viewed to highly, as they have started all kinds of things in their times." Hathern came over to Chaos, and placed a hand on his shoulder, in which took them down to the plat form. "This is where you will be most of the time." He was whispering to Chaos as they both stood off to the side of the giant gathering of desks. He told Chaos the basics of the layout, pointing them out slightly as he did. Coming up from the chat, he looked over to the group of people. "How is your work?" He spoke firmly and stiffened his form.
Chaos saw Hatherns reaction to the man, and studied the figure. The hair matched Chaos's, but yet the feeling from the man was not what one would of gotten from the child. It was a powerful feeling, one he got normally from dragons. He chewed the inside of his mouth a bit as he stayed close to Hathern, a bit uneasy from the presence in front of him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 10:44 am
"No, no, no, this plan is not going to work...." Azerol growled as he slammed his fist down on the wooden table before him. "There has to be another way in besides that. Look, the guards are going to be swarming this area; there is no way we will be able to get past without them recognizing us." He leaned against the table as he ran a hand through his strangely patterned red and black hair. The swirls within his hair, which he had been growing out for the past couple of years to hide his identity, were strange for anybody of dragon stature. But it marked what he called the 'истинный король' or true king of the dragon realm. For several centuries his hair had been gaining more and more of the red markings within his long dark hair, but it had not been as prominent as it was now that his hair was longer.
As he stood shaking his hair and studying the blueprints of the hellion castle, the ex-prince of the dragons felt another presence enter the room from above. Not turning to see who had come in, Azerol stood back up and adjusted the clothes he wore. He adorn a simple dark purple collared shirt that was left open to expose the dark symbols and scars upon his built body. The ends of the shirt were tucked into a pair of long black pants which tucked into a pair of knee-high black boots. The cape that was clasped around his neck bore the crest of the high dragon family: the Dyrix. Running almost floor length the cape was handcrafted with delicate crushed black velvet with hints of purple in the light. His eyes, a strong red color at the time, looked the men over at the table with a gaze of disappointment. He had expected better plans than such from such high-ranking officials of other realms.
Instead of chastising them he simply turned his attention back to the flawed plans to think. If there was only another way in.... he thought to himself as he traced the outlines of the castle with his eyes. No flaws anywhere else in the operation, but if they could not get in to the greatest party of Hell in a few days then there was no need for a plan.
Upon hearing the address from an old friend, Azerol turned on his heels to greet the older man. "Ah, how nice of you to join us, Hathern," he grinned as he showed his dragon teeth in the form of a smile to the man before him. The two had a small history with one another before now, but this was the first time the two had began work together to overthrow a power of sorts. "And this must be little Lord Chaos," his grin widened as he looked over at the boy now. By the way he was standing the dragon caught a sense of fright. "What's the matter? Are you scared of a dragon? Ha!" he laughed as he got down on one knee so he was closer to eye level with the boy. "No need to be frightened by me Prince Chaos. I do not bite.....hard....." his grin softened as he placed a hand on the boy's shoulder for reassurance before giving a soft smile and standing up again to speak to Hathern.
"Things are going, we have most of the plans laid out but there are a few kinks we need to work out still," he informed the man as he motioned for him to join them at the table. "Why have you brought the boy with you? I thought he was to be kept out of this as long as possible?" he asked in a quieter tone as he expressed his concerns. "This is no place for a boy of his age, you know Hath. We have dangerous things going on here and we cannot devote our own time to protecting him."
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 7:00 pm
Chaos stood his grounds with this small scream of fear in the back of his head telling him that this man was not as simplistic as he seemed. After the attention was turned off of him, or so he had though, he quietly walked over to the desk and looked at the papers. This is my house... did mother give these to them? Chaos fingered the prints, forgetting that there were others around.
Hathern gave a sigh. "I couldn't return him, not yet. He needs someone of medical abilities to have a quick look at my stick work. You may not see it now, but he just had his eldest sibling jam a knife and then break it off inside of him. I had to pull it out and stitch him up myself." He gave a glance with his eyes at Chaos so he would know where he was. "I have had little medical experience, and that in which I do know is all field medical treatment. Not exactly the healthiest application for the young king." Hathern gave a rub to his chin. "That and I think he is ready for this. His mother strive after she found a reason to fight, it seems that hellions are full of despair and take the fall for things that happen around them. That is.." He gave a tap to the side of his own chin. "Unless they find that reason to stand up, and take a different type of fall, called responsibility." Shifting he turned away from Chaos, and watched out upon the people. "He doesn't seem to fear much, he just has this want to end this all. Very much like his mother. Also at the age he is, his mind is very moldable." Hathern looked up directly to Azerol. Folding his arms he glanced back to see Chaos had moved to the papers and was fingering them. "He could also be the thing we need to move forward." Giving a small grin, Hathern turned back to face Chaos. "But if you are against him being involved, I can have him stay in a back room..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 2:57 pm
Azerol watched Chaos the entire time Hathern spoke of him. There was something about this boy that stood him apart from his siblings, and the more the dragon looked him over the more he saw how much like the queen he really was. "Very well, he can stay but only if he can prove himself useful to us," Azerol replied as he turned back to Hathern. At Chaos' age Azerol had been doing more than most royals, even for a dragon. He knew that a young child's mind worked in different ways than an adults, so maybe he would be of use after all.
Turning back to the table he moved so he stood near the boy. "Alright, boy, Hathern has told me that you are eager to help us in our cause. If you are willing I want you to hear out our plans for how we are going to take down the tyrant of your lands." He rested a hand on the boy's shoulder and smiled, but in his mind he was concocting a plan. Lets see how smart this boy really is....
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 6:34 pm
Hathern gave a grin as Azerol hadn't denied Chaos right away. Mind you, I was the person that helped arrange his teachers... He folded his arms across his chest and stood off to the side, enough so that Chaos should feel comfortable, but also to give Azerol his space with the young prince.
Chaos eyed the man for a moment, but then turned back to the grounds. "Will it take place at Serious's part? Even if it doesn't, I don't mind listening to the plan." He was still eying the maps laid out, taking it all in. So much is not on these... for safety reasons? Or do they not know of it...
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 10:57 am
Azerol nodded in reply to Chaos's question as he moved his hand across the current map to where the entrance to the castle was. "We have had rumors that a major party of sorts will be thrown in a few days time and that all the kingdom will be invited. That is, all the kingdom who agrees to Serious' rule," he pointed out as his fingers rested on the front entrance. "There will be guards stationed throughout the area, more than the usual few here, here, here, here, and here. Now, we plan on infiltrating during this party and taking the king hostage until he agrees to turn the whole kingdom over to you. How we are going about this is we are going to enter amidst the party crowd dressed like the rest of the people around us while we have some of our most skilled men take out the guards inside and replace them. Once inside our people will spread out and pretend we are part of the common crowd enjoying the party. At the signal we will make an advance towards the king and take him down with some of these..."
Azerol's hand, which had been dancing about to point out key parts of the plan reached to the side and pointed to some needle-like knives that contained a sleeping poison. His hand returned to the spot where the king would most likely be. "From there the crowd will start to panic and rush out, which will slow down all guards on the outside of the building trying to get in. Our guards stationed on the inside will fight back any other guards who are also on the inside while we take the unconscious king back here through a worm hole opening I create."
His hand came to rest at the edge of the table as he looked over the plans once more using his spirit vision. What he had done is altered the original plan to add some flaws in hopes that the boy would be smart enough to catch them and point them out. "So, any comments Prince Chaos?" he asked with a small smile to hide the smirk his face had held while relaying the false plans. If he did not then the boy would be of no use to fight for his kingdom and Azerol would have to exclude him from the missions. But if he pointed out the flaws then the dragon would be most impressed. Alright, Chaos, lets see if Hathern has spoke truth of your intelligence.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 6:51 am
Chaos listened as the man spoke. He watched every where the man's hand went and then as it all ended, Chaos's eyes were still upon the map. "Thats a bunch of crap... It will fail." He gave a sound of annoyance as he pulled himself up onto the table. Sitting up on the top of the table, he reached for the ink and quill, and started to make alters to the map. What he added was a few sketches, and a lot of hellion writing. Scratching his face slightly, he managed to get ink upon it, but not realizing it. When he was finished he removed the ink bottle and the quill from the perimeter of the paper and scooted himself back a bit. "First, your map is missing some of the new developments and some of the old and unknown to Serious places." Chaos's eyes scanned over the paper and then he gave a nod to himself. Muttering something, he laid his hand down in the middle of the paper, and the writing gave off a deep red glow. As it dimmed down, a transparent model of the building in which Serious was going to host in came up. All corners, windows, doors, pillars, or anything else that would remain in place had red lines that marked out where they were. Under this layout was light blue lines that resembled the catacombs of hell's royal ground. Underground tunnels that the royals used, although not many of the higher's chose to. There were also a few marked doors or passage ways on the first and second floors in blue as well. "This is what the building looks like now, and anything in blue is what Serious is unaware of." Chaos gave a glance up to Azerol, then back to the desk in which he looked around and found little scraps of paper. Picking them up, he took the quill and made different markings on each one. Laying them out on the piece of paper, he gave another muttered, and laid his left hand down on the paper. Each one glowed, and when it faded, figures with names appeared, each one carrying a name of one of his siblings and then one with his fathers name.
"You didn't mention anything about my siblings.." He rolled his eyes and muttered to himself under his breathe. "Much of siblings they are.." His hand went up to his side as he gave a sigh, and shook his head. Focusing back on the building he removed his hand and started to talk again to Azerol. "Also the guards are on this new plan thing for events. They will have shifts, and the shifts will not be preplanned. They will happen when ever the general chooses to shift them out." Chaos leaned forward to the figure labeled Serious. "Its something he planned out.." He narrowed his eyes. "b*****d..." He hissed to himself, as he focused onto the figure.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 8:52 am
Azerol chuckled to himself, quite impressed with the boy's knowledge and ability to point out hidden points that could be utilized during the mission. He stroked the hair on his chin as he watched the boy inform him of another plan to use. "Yes, I am well aware of the guard switches, Prince Chaos," he told the boy with a smirk. "I am within the faction of guards set to be on duty that night. I was part of the special call-in just in case something were to happen at the party. Your father is quite paranoid about the resistance rising up at the party, or sometime afterward." He waived his hand over the maps to reveal the hidden plans he had created, which seemed to fit better with the new layout that Chaos had recreated. The green ink was vibrant within the blue and red parts of Chaos's designs.
Turning to look at Hathern he tilted his head to say for him to come closer to see what was going on. He will be quite useful. Thank you, friend, he told the Shaman quietly as he looked back to the designs and waited for Hathern to come closer to watch. "Good, I am glad you think so. I think you can be trusted and of use to us after all," Azerol told the boy with a smirk. "Your mother would be proud of you. Now, lets go over the real plans again, shall we?" He rested his hands on the maps again, this time following the green trail of ink he had been using before.
"We already have men in the resistance set up in the guard force being used that evening. No doubt we will have some within the party area on both floors of the party, some of the roof, and a few on the outer walls. As the shifts change our people will slowly remove incoming guards not within the resistance so our people can remain cycling in the shift changes. Your father, knowing how he is, will be up and within the crowds of people, and his children will be doing their own things, no doubt looking for you to torment and make a laughing stock during the party for all the guests that your father has hand-chosen. Thankfully he has chosen plenty of our resistance as his 'loyal subjects' so they will be in amongst the crowd as well. Now..." he let his voice trail off as he looked from Chaos to Hathern. "The way I see it, this could go one of two ways. We will leave that up to you. The first way is a kidnapping like I had mentioned earlier, which may be harder to clear our own names from. The second is slightly messier but almost a sure-fire way to get you the throne."
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 9:56 am
Chaos stood up on the desk. "You can't just think about Serious! Granted he is the issue now, but after he dies, who is to stop Richards and Charlene from crushing everything he hasn't? Or the M twins? Even Alexander, only six years older then me is just like him! That that..." Chaos growled and his eyes shifted to a darker violet, with red coming from the middle.
Hathern grabbed Chaos and placed him over his shoulder, heading quickly to the back room. Placing the child down he looked sternly into the boy's face. "You can not loose your temper here! A shift to red in your eyes is a direct warning to me... Now you need to take a moment away from that alright. Azerol and I will talk about what will happen, and when you think you can come in with out getting enraged like that, then you can come back and plan with us. But that kind of anger, that kind of rage... Chaos thats what gets people killed. Thats what could expose us. Do not make me look like a fool by doing something like that... No, more importantly, do not make yourself look like a fool, an unworthy leader. Someone not worthy of the throne after it is freed from these tyrants grasps." He leaned in and gave a hug to the child. "Please.." He whispered as he held on. "This is all for you, you must understand that we will rid Hell of Serious, and the other heirs with his mind set." Hathern pulled away, and stood up. "Just..." He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Just take a moment to calm down." He gave a nod and left the room, leaving the door open.
Coming back to the desk he looked over the map. "He has a point..." Hathern looked up to the taller man with black and red hair. "A damn good one at that. As soon as we take Serious down, Richards and Charlene will jump up and take over. And I have seen them in action, neither will blink at pain or death to others." He scratched his head as he leaned over the table. "What to do.."
Chaos was a bit shocked with the hug from Hathern. It snapped him out of his rage, and he slid off the bed he was sat upon and walked to the open door. He stood carefully amongst the frame, so he was leaning his head out. I am not spying... Just listening and not saying anything in the planning...
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 10:45 am
Azerol raised an eyebrow at the angry Chaos and was just about to snap back when Hathern whisked him away to the backroom to talk sternly to him about his actions. Shaking his head and swallowing his own anger the dragon rested his hands on the table and leaned into it. "I'm not stupid, Prince Chaos. I know what siblings are like...." he growled under his breath as he began to doodle on the maps.
When Hathern returned the dragon stood back on his feet and waited for the man to finish his sentence before stating, "That is the point. The other children will jump up to take the throne and kill each other for it. Then those that are left will be weak and Chaos can take them out shortly after." Azerol snorted, then added, "I am not stupid, Hathern. I had the children in mind as well. I grew up in a family of 9 siblings, me being the youngest. I had to fight them off all the time much like Chaos has to with his."
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 7:09 pm
Hathern sighed again as he straightened up. "I don't doubt your work Azerol... I meant what are we going to do about him... He is going to want to step in, and with out me being with him for long I can't read his movements." He settled his hands on his lower hips. "The plan seems fine, how we end it, well we can talk that out. The only issue I find though, is having the boy jump the gun... I think though, if I am reading him correctly, he seems to have some sort of want to please you and to gain your favor or to get on your good side." He looked up from the maps to Azerol. "Unless I am wrong and its just plain fear from you... but you know that could work as well." He gave a small grin.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 7:22 pm
Azerol growled, then stepped back from the table and turned on his heels. He turned around and walked backwards towards the door to the place as he let his anger loose, "maybe we could get along if he stopped thinking I was some ******** scary but stupid monster! Cuz I am not! And I don't have to be here and listen to him whine and b***h about everything like a damn child! If he wants this to happen he has to toughen up and be a man for god sakes!"
He turned and stormed off, ignorant of those trying to work around him. Finally he turned around as he got to the door and bellowed, "I have my own ******** kid who has had to live on his own since he was 9 and a half! I grew up with 9 siblings in a family where only the strongest survived, and I was the smallest one! So until he can man up for the s**t he lives with I am done!" He slammed the door behind him as he continued to brood in his own anger while he strode away from the place with long and strong movements fueled by his own anger.
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