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 Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 1:17 pm
 The throne room is where the queen resides most of the time. There’s no war near the underground but she often spends many hours sitting and pondering of the day whenever it will come to their doorstep. The room is made entirely of stone with no windows; artificial lighting cannot be seen here. It is pitch black except for the large candelabras on either side of her throne. Very few meetings or gatherings take place here, whenever such an occasion arises most of the discussions are done in the dining room. A chandelier many times over the size of the one in the foyer is suspended from the ceiling. The room is connected to the queen’s bed chambers. The queen’s chamber is the most luxurious room in the lair. Solid gold is etched onto almost every surface; even her bed sheets are embroidered with it. This room lacks artificial lighting as well and is only lit by the candles from the light fixtures. The walls are decorated with large mirrors, even though vampires are unable to see their reflections. A large dresser for her wardrobe is in the corner as well as a vanity stand. Minimal seating is provided as not many are allowed to enter here without being called. Another entrance to the catacombs can be found here, it is under the same restrictions as the others.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 4:11 pm
Arrea was becoming impatient as she imagined every other leader was right now. She paced back and forth in her chambers. Arrea had the idea to sit on her throne but what good was a throne room without followers, it was pointless. She moved from room to room, seat to seat, she was unable to steady herself. "I wish things were moving more smoothly," she said to no one really. Her dragon egg had failed to hatch and was sitting in her bedroom, placed upon a silk cushion that sat on a pedestal. She was broadcasting it, almost like a work of art. What vampire had managed to get ahold of a dragon's egg? It was unheard of.
Arrea gazed at it for awhile, wishing it would hatch and keep her company at least. She desired this so but to no avail. She wondered what she could do. She suddenly was struck with an idea. The elves were nearby and it was night time, surely she could manage to go visit for awhile. She turned to her wardrobe and withdrew a dark, black coat made of the thickest material. She had been burned by the sun once before and had no intentions of having it occur again; even if it was night the day light followed quickly. She made her way to the stables and readied a steed. She would have been able to make the trip more quickly but she didn't make her way outside very often and wished to enjoy the view. Her scent would be covered by the animal as well. She departed silently into the night, making her way toward the Elven Domain.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 9:10 pm
Arrea rode into the underground and placed her horse within the stables. She lead him to the appropriate stall and began to remove his saddle and reins. There was a wood mantle within the stall that contained all of the equipment necessary to provide proper care to her animal. He was exhausted, his fur and mane coated with sweat. She emptied water and feed into the proper areas of his trough. "You really need a name," she spoke to the horse as she began to pet him. Arrea picked up a brush from the mantle and began to clean his fur, he neighed in appreciation. After she was done she grabbed the cloth that was placed on him when he was not in use. She eased it over his head and secured it around his muscular form. She ran her fingers through his mane one last time before departing to her throne room.
She entered the doorway of the lair, making her way up the stairs. She ignored her throne and return to her chambers. Arrea figured Alexandre would be here soon--if he wasn't already. She placed the black cloak she had retrieved earlier back into her wardrobe. She sat gracefully infront of her vanity table; grasping her own brush in her hands, she began to groom herself to remove the wind damage to her hair. She began to ponder...there was much for her to consider.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 6:29 pm
Streatching, walking, napping was mostly what Shadahl did in the castle. He was a soldier who followed the queens orders but as a 'past time' worked as a mercenary to earn a bit of extra money for certain purposes. Today was the same as usual so -to mix things up- I decided to walk into the royal throne room -as disrespectful as it sounds- for a change of pace.
Inside the room all was pretty peaceful; so quiet you can easily hear the sound a needle fall. "Good ol' queenie must be hard at work..." I thought to myself out loud as my back slid down against the wall all the way to the cold floor. "Guess I better keep quiet then." Sheathing my blackened dagger from its scabbard I looked at it as if were a precious treasure, but, it was not the weapon that I started at; it was the engravings spelling out 'Ilua' a name that brought memories both good and bad "How can a half blood like me, serve a noble person like her..." was a sentence that always haunted me from the moment my feet went through the doors of the lair.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 11:45 pm
Lilith had been watching him for some time. She melded with the shadows, hidden from all that couldn't see auras. She had been asked to guard the throne room and Arrea's chambers. She had no qualms with this, she would do anything for Arrea. This was one of the simpler tasks she had been appointed with in the past few weeks. Lilith had been traveling around the area making new connections with powerful individuals. Most of them needed convincing, the terms bribery and blackmail would get you a blade in the heart from Lilith.
She was unsure if this individual was dangerous or not. She was also unsure about what he was doing here. Did he want to see the empress? Lilith absorbed the shadows she had been cloaking herself in. She appeared to slowly be entering the room from a portal. She dropped to the floor, her black boots making a quiet echo in the empty throne room. She held her hands to her sides, her eyebrows even, and her voice flat with little emotion she looked at the man. "Arrea is not in right now. Did you need her for something?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 8:18 am
Amused by the strong presence I stood up, crossed my arm against my chest and bowed respectfully. Her aura was strong, telling me that if I make a wrong move she will gauge my heart right out of my chest. "Not at all-" I said putting my black dagger away "-I assume you must be the head guard here, please excuse my intrusion." Looking up to the fake sunlight I can't help but feel something wrong is going to happen.
Spacing out for a moment I forgot that someone was here and quickly turned to introduce myself "My name is Shadahl Yukara ma'm-" Feeling unworthy of the guard of the empress herself I refused have eye contact unless she demands it "-though I am only a hybrid my loyalty is forever in her -the empress'-debt and will gladly follow any order, even yours if its her wish..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 2:57 pm
Lilith was on guard, alert but only to her usual extent. She saw no need to exert more effort whenever a confrontation was not imminent. "I am not the head guard. I am Arrea's shadow, simply her assistant," she clarified. He called himself Shadahl and also addressed her as ma'm, she was not used to this display of respect. "There is no intrusion as you are no intruder. You are one of us and you are welcome in all rooms within the lair. I do warn you thought to stay away from the queen's chambers and the catacombs, these two areas are off limits without invitation."
Lilith pushed gently against the air with her dark wings, allowing herself to stretch them slightly. Those that didn't know her wouldn't guess it was a sign of discomfort. "Being a hybrid is irrelevant, you are still one of us and we welcome you as such." She listened quietly to him, "I do not give orders, I am one with the darkness. I am simply nothing unless I need to be something. If you seek the conference of the empress do so with your head held high, do not be ashamed of what you are. The empress would only be displeased with you if you were unable to accept yourself for she does not judge others without reason. She is in the dining hall if you seek her."
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 3:34 pm
The catacombs, never liked the place but it was there for a reason. "So be it then, Lilith." I said with my head high and sky blue eyes making contact with her's "There is this one thing thats one my mind though... But I will tell the empress that."
I started to walk towards the door and looked back at Lilith before leaving "It was a pleasure speaking with you". Heading towards the dinning hall Shadahl starts to think if the empress will approve his request or not but shrugs it over when he remembers Lilith's words and continues his walk.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 8:25 pm
Lilith saw the man leave. After he had departed she made certain the throne room was empty and safe for the return of her mistress. She had been given orders to take care of an errand for Arrea. She brought her hand upward to the ceiling, she spread her fingers and opened a dark portal into the rafters. She spread her wings and entered the shadows, departing for the Abysmal Haven.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 5:29 pm
The dragon egg gleamed brilliantly upon it's pedestal. Arrea had come to acquire this object in her long and distant travels. She obtained this egg in another realm, so it's existence here was something of legend. Dragons did exist and had taken refuge here in this haven and some of them were ancient beings but this particular egg held a bit of a secret itself. It was completely coated in dark, red scales. The way the artificial light reflected off of it seemed to give it a glimmering, angelic halo. It began to shake slowly as the life within awoke. The creature inside built vitality as it trashed and struggled for it's first breath of air. The egg almost hopped off the pedestal from the force of the infant dragon. The scales began to crack and fall to the golden floor below. Sounds could be heard through the membrane of the egg, the dragon's horns began to protrude from the shell, a quiet munching echoed through the quiet area. Finally, it's head emerged and the baby dragon took a large breath of oxygen for the first time.
It couldn't rest yet though, moving on pure instinct and adrenaline it had to remove itself completely from the protective cocoon. The scales along it's body were still soft and it's flesh could easily be harmed in this state, it had to take care to make the opening larger with it's horns, teeth, and claws.
After what seemed like an eternity for that poor, little dragon; it managed to shake it's way out, pulling itself through the thick, gooey membrane and shell onto the cushion the egg had been resting. It still had to move away and quickly, their very birth was a rite of passage and if it failed then it would die. It jumped down, attempting to use it's tiny and wet wings to fly but failed miserably, it hit the ground with a decent smack. It was very durable though so it recovered instantly and scuttled away under the large bed; it moved almost like a komodo dragon at it's current age. The scales and shell of the egg began to spark, embers glowing brightly on the edges of the red shards. Smoke filled the room as fire burst into life, the protective case that had housed the dragon was now aflame. The dragon laid flat on it's stomach and covered it's eyes using it's clawed hands, a fearful whimpering escaped it's mouth. The flames devoured the cushion and left the white, marble pedestal stained with black residue. Dark puffs of smog still lingered.
The dragon emerged from it's hiding place and made it's way to the door. It was about the size of a small dog. It clawed against the material, seeing no progress it then attempted to jump for the door knob. It wasn't tall enough to reach it so it settled for ramming the door with it's head until it either collapsed or someone heard it.
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Nathaniel Arkchion Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 6:58 pm
Alexandre rushed to the throne room, his body a blur of motion as his crimson eyes locked on the door. Alexandre heard the banging on the door, taking hold of the door knob Alexandre waited for the next bang before throwing the door open. He himself stood to the side of the door out of the way of the charging dragonling. Alexandre could not help but smile at the thought of a little dragon rushing through the door and smacking it’s head on the far wall.
Alexandre waited for Arrea, using the shadows to hide himself from the dragonling. Two crimson orbs waited to see the dragonling hit its head. He did not want to be the first thing the dragonling saw. After all it might think he was its mother, which would not turn out well.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 7:45 pm
The dragon stepped back a few feet, preparing itself to slam against the door once again. It clawed at the ground with it's feet, readying it's charge, small puffs of smoke shot out from it's nostrils. It short forward, rushing the door whenever it suddenly opened. It hadn't noticed and continued to charge until it slammed it's head against something far harder than a door. It's hind end was propelled forward against the wall causing it to flip so that it's head rested against the floor. It's tail fell against it's underbelly as it searched the room for the person that had set it free.
It's head began to throb and tears weld up in the corner of it's eyes. It moved itself back onto all fours and stood, fury boiled inside of it. It opened it's jaws and let out what it thought was a menacing roar but in reality it was a timid squeak. It began to snap randomly at the air, jumping as high as it could.
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Arrea rushed into the throne room. She saw her baby dragon violently attacking the air. "Oh, Sirrush," she ran to her side. She picked her up and cuddled her in her arms. "Do you remember me, please tell me you do." This was a new side to Arrea that most would never see, it was completely different from her cold and harsh empress persona. She was almost a mother in this instant, holding a life she cherished so.
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Sirrush gazed up at Arrea, the tears still in her eyes. She did recognize her but was too young to speak properly or take a human form. She nuzzled her head into the crook of her arms and began to rub the side of her head against her.
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Arrea wished she was capable of true tears but she wasn't. Dark red streams emerged from her eyes as she began to cry. She cleaned away Sirrush's tears with her expensive clothing. "I know you're in here Alexandre, what did you do to make her upset," she demanded the answer from him.
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Nathaniel Arkchion Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 8:06 pm
Alexanadre watched the change that came over Arrea, he knew she felt emotion. He had just never seen her show it so much. Then again he could not really blame her, the dragon was extremely cute, and he himself had been tempted to go to the dragonling’s aid. After a few more moments Alexandre stepped forward, the shadows falling away like water trickling from him. “I simply let the young dragonling out of the throne room. I meant no harm and I am not responsible for anything that happened after I opened the door.” Alexandre said, he had no problem hiding the smile that would normally be playing on his lips.
“Hello Sirrush, I am Alexandre Nikolai. It is a pleasure to meet you,” Alexandre said, his voice was soft and soothing, it was meant to calm and sooth any hurts that the dragonling might have suffered at his hands. After all Sirrush was almost deathly cute, even he could not deny that.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 12:43 am
Arrea held onto Sirrush, brushing her fingers against the soft, crimson scales. She wasn't sure how much Sirrush recalled from her former life but she hoped the memories weren't too vivid. The bond she shared with this creature surpassed most of the connections she held with other more 'humanly' races. She had known Sirrush far longer than she had even known Alexandre. Arrea scalded him, "You were just playing with her. I know you and you opened the door to toy with her. You could have waited until I arrived you know."
Sirrush hopped out of Arrea's arms upon hearing her name spoken by this man, he seemed to have appeared out of thin air. This puzzled her so she went to investigate him. The charm that so easily befell Arrea did not work on her, she wasn't tricked by his calming words. She dipped her head downward, sniffing at his boots and pants. His stench filled her nose, she didn't like it. She let out a loud, high pitched sneeze. The force was so great that it knocked her back onto the ground. She narrowed her eyes at Alexandre, blaming him for the mishap. Sirrush quickly darted toward him, nipping at the cuff of his pants, trying to nick his skin if at all possible. She then dashed back to Arrea, hiding behind her feet.
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Nathaniel Arkchion Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 2:06 am
Alexandre smiled innocently at Arrea, his crimson eyes alight with mischief. “Could have, but then I would not have seen the dragonling first. I wanted to see how she would react before she saw you,” Alexandre said while watching the little dragonling. When she sniffed him he raised an eyebrow, when she sneezed he could not help but smile at the near deadly cuteness of the dragonling.
When she nipped at his pants cuff Alexandre took a quick step back to avoid the n**, Alexandre snarled at the dragonling. “I shall teach you manners!” Alexandre roared at the insolent dragonling. Raising his left hand Alexandre muttered something. A fierce wind sprang up right in front of the little dragon, blowing the dragonling back away from Arrea so she would not get caught in the upcoming blast. Calling upon his gift of fire Alexandre surrounded the dragonling with crimson flames that flickered black. Above the little dragon clouds of shadow began to build, crimson lightning flashing down so the dragon would be caught between the flames below and the lightning above. “Fair thee well lizard!” Alexandre said rather pleased with himself, he had just made a smaller less destructive version of his ultimate attack Vermilion Storm. When the attack was over there was nothing left of the dragonling, but a egg like the one it had just hatched from sat amidst the ash and scorch marks.
The wonderful thought ran through Alexandre’s mind as the dragonling sunk her fangs into his ankle. The thought was nothing more than a gleaming sparkle in his crimson orbs before fading. The smile was now a forced plastered smile as he let out a hissing breath. “My dear Arrea, your pet just bit me,” Alexandre hissed, dragon fangs held magical attributes, and because of that the wound hurt far more than a normal weapon. It would also take much longer to heal by itself. The smile faded into an expressionless mask as he glared at the dragon. “Please teach her some manners, it is impolite to bite people that could roast them with a thought,” Alexandre snarled, the pain seeping through his expressionless mask, a small pool of blood had begun to form around his left foot.
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