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 Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 11:50 am
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ＣＡＬＬ ＭＥ ► ℳℯƴ ◄ ＩＦ ＹＯＵ ＫＮＯＷ ＷＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＧＯＯＤ ＦＯＲ ＹＯＵ  At least the wait for answers wasn't as long as the wait for punishment and Osiris' initial return had been. Zahra watched, letting her words ring out, and then hearing the response that came from her questions or statements. The first had been easy. In regards to Pepper, Osiris had never truly meant to let her find out. It was something that was supposed to be private. As matters of the bedroom should be. There was a bit of relief in that. She didn't want to know about, so the novice was glad she wouldn't have to find out. The topic seemed to amuse Osiris, and so Zahra wouldn't spoil his good mood. Why would she? if he was light-hearted about something, that was good. Especially after the fight he'd had with Nico. The old Irish gamma could use something to to laugh about after being pinned to the floor by a younger man. Even if that man had a higher rank, Osiris was still the better player, at least in Zahra's mind. However, the next question she had managed was hard. She didn't want to know the answer if it wasn't the answer she really wanted to hear. Needed to hear. She needed to know that Osiris had signed the papers because he'd wanted her. Because he'd cared enough about her to adopt her. If it was for nay other reason, such as being the only one responsible enough at the time, it'd set her back. Severely. She closed her eyes, waiting for the response. Even Osiris was being quiet. Was he trying to tell her what she feared without hurting her feelings? She would have bit her lip if she didn't think it was hurt. She was going to fall to pieces, truly, and probably end up shifting and running off if Osiris told her what she feared.
A hand cupped her face, and she allowed this. What else was she supposed to do? Pull back and look a fool? No. She needed to be level headed. When Osiris actually explain why he had signed the papers, something inside of Zahra changed. Made her less prickly. Gave her relief. It was funny how just a few towards could do that, but the blonde felt completely different. For the first time in her life, someone wanted her. Like her. Hell, Osiris had even said he loved her. Then, the male pulled her into a hug. She met that with more force then even Osiris offered. It should have been awkward, or maybe, would have been for anyone else, but not Zahra. She was just relieved. Someone wanted her. Someone loved her. Wanted to be her father. Wanted to take care of her. Wanted to understand her, and connect with her. Someone older, because she wouldn't discount Pepper's care and friendship. It was just so nice to know that someone truly wanted to be her guardian because they wanted her. Osiris even planted another kiss on her forehead, and Zahra tightened her grip around him. He told her he loved her again. She smiled against his chest, her eyes moistening with her happiness. It took her moment to respond, overwhelmed in her cloud nine happiness. "I love you too, old Irish gamma." She wasn't sure if she could really call him dad or father yet, but saying 'I love you" seemed fitting.
Of course, she told him next, composing herself, that she was sorry about school. She needed a straight face for this, so she made sure she had one. Zahra wasn't allowed to pull away from his chest, even thought she'd let her grip go, to tell him the words. When Osiris told her there would be no punishment, her face changed into a mask of surprise. It was genuine. When he pushed her back form him gently, she looked up to his face, searching it. He was giving a soft chuckle. She didn't understand. She looked up at him, and he told her that he would go check on Pepper. Zahra gave a nod. The alpha had not returned since making a trip upstairs with Chloe. That wasn't all surprising, as the pup was probably shifting back, and having a slue of pain, and maybe problems. Osiris followed it up, with telling her that he'd make her something to eat. She nodded her head. He asked if she needed anything for before he went up. She shook her head. She couldn't think of anything. Then it hit her. "Knock when you go up there. Don't scare Chloe...Da" She gave a little smirk. It was making fun of his accent, but it's what she manages. It felt weird to say. Yes, it would still be awkward to call him her father, but she'd get used to it. Just one step at a time. From there, the blonde gave him a wave up the stairs, and walked out of the kitchen past him. Now, she was going to go outside and sit out int eh backyard. She probably was free from training today, given all the chaos going on inside, but that didn't mean she couldn't go sit outside.
Padding out in just her socks, the blonde gave a smile as air hit her face. She was giddy still. The day's bad events trapped and locked away from her. She climbed up on one of the walls of the back porch. It wasn't anything high, just a bit of architecture to frame the back, before one got to the yard. She smiled, making sure it was a comfortable seat, before letting her feet dangle off the wall. She faced towards the grass, and the sprawl of forest that was beyond that. A run would have been nice, but she probably should have taken someone if she was going to go for one. She closed her eyes, smiling at the idea of Osiris really wanting her. It was such a relief. The blonde scrunched her nose and jumped off the small wall to sprawl in the grass. that was much better, even if it wasn't as high. From here, she could watch the sky darken with much more clarity. She smiled, thinking over what had just happened. It was a miracle. She had spent her fifteen, almost sixteen years of existence, trying to figure out why no one had wanted her, without realizing for the past few years, that she'd been wanted and loved the whole time. She smiled, feeling stupid for not realizing it sooner, but she was simply so giddy with her excitement. She let her lids droop down a bit. There was no way she's sleep outside, but she didn't need to have her eyes wide open to enjoy the sky. She could relax for a bit. She'd be perfectly safe. She was close to a house full of werewolves after all.
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Seagreen is for my speaking out loud.
Firebrick is for my own thoughts. The ones from myself.
Goldenrod is for others speaking to me.
Midnightblue is for Hector's voice in my head.
Deeppink is for Caledonia's voice inside my head.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 5:15 pm
  ＣＡＬＬ ＭＥ ► ℳℯƴ ◄ ＩＦ ＹＯＵ ＫＮＯＷ ＷＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＧＯＯＤ ＦＯＲ ＹＯＵ The journey tot eh castle was not one that was extremely long, or tirelessly uncomfortable. It was simply a journey, as any other would be. She smiled, talked gently with her guard Xena, her brother Vincent, and her brother's guard Aro. Of course, there was additional commentary going on inside her head, as if there were an additional two people traveling with the corporal party of four. No one besides Philomela herself could hear them, or even knew about the two voices, but they existed to make life difficult. Even if the voices thought they were adding helpful comments, their host through against them. The worst part of it all, was that Mey could not drown them out, no matter how much she tried. The only time that Mey seemed to have any sort of peace at all, was when she slumbered, and even then, on occasion, the voices in her bed would take on spectral voices in her subconscious vision. Currently, she had a splitting headache that seemed to just keep pounding around inside her brain, as if a ball had been slung at the walls of her mind, and continued to ricochet around, without losing power or speed. It was just a constant pounding. She grinned through it, keeping up with the conversation taking place, until they had reached the castle, and gone inside. It was only then Mey stopped trying to fight the voices that were raging through her mind. It took away some of the pain, but not much. Only enough to make the splitting pain feel dull, rather then so constantly violent.
"Truly, it's for your own good princess. You'll be much better when you're married off and expanding your father and brother's reach into the faerie kingdom. Surely, once you marry the fae prince, you'll have no need to resist your mother either. She'll be proud of you, seeing you stand strong against your husband. Maybe even death would suit him. You could cut out his heart, wrap it up, and deliver it as a present to your mother. Then perhaps, she would offer you praise as she does your brother. Wouldn't it be better if at least one of your parents saw promise in you? Rather then simply use you as a tool? I think it would be beneficial for you.."
"She's not a tool. She's a misguided girl. She has a heart, and a mind to think for herself you know? I think she just enjoys our company. or rather, mine, as I'm far more pleasant. Besides, she wouldn't be able to be so feminine without my constant battling you back! She's much better then a ruffian thug, thank you very much! She's..."
They entered the castle then. Once inside, Mey's crystal hues passed over those who still stood waiting around in the large open foyer. There was a strange woman standing front and center, her eyes taking in and studying everyone that arrived. This woman was foreboding, from the black wings and horns adorned with trinkets, to the armor and weapons she wore and displayed without abashed gestures, Mey knew she was someone to be wary of. Despite the lively and gentle natures of servants who milled about taking care of their own duties, this woman stood out as a fearsome creature. When she introduced herself as Kalthka, Mey watched warily, listening as much as she could, thought the voices in her head were crying out with interest. Mey didn't want this woman's gaze to linger on her too long, especially not if she was a witch. Surely, every royal in this room had learned to magically protect themselves from an onslaught of attacks, but that didn't mean they would be free form the prying eyes of people who's magic was not an outward assault. if this witch mage was able to get into her head, she might be able to see the two who bickered so fiercely, and she would make comment. If she made comment in front of the whole cast of royals, not only would it cause outrage, most likely form her brother and the demon guards, but it could also bring along condemnation, which Mey would avoid like the plague. She didn't want to look as weak as she felt, so she would avoid revealing her secret to anyone, even her own flesh and blood.
Her crystalline hues looked around again, trying to sight the male that was the fae prince. Surely, he was here, as all the royals were assembled. She didn't remember faces form her last visit. She didn't much remember anything. However, she met eyes with a dark haired male, whose brown eyes seemed to connect with her own, even for a fraction of a second. However, her attention was ripped away, by a ton from Vincent that sounded trouble, and a squeak form a servant. Mey looked, in horror, to see that her brother had grabbed the poor servant man by his collar. May reached her hand out gently to touch Vincent's wrist, before puling back. She would say nothing. She didn't want his wrath to be her own. And she surely didn't want to make it seem as though she was doubting his authority. She knew how to act in the presence of royals. they were not children any more. She knew, just as well, that Vincent wouldn't hurt her, but the direction of his rage could very well end up darting right into her, instead of the servant man he'd thrown back a few feet. Mey blinked her eyes gently, watching as Vincent began stalking away after the servant with Aro in tow. Another servant had come to help Mey with her own bags, and the princess gave thanks to this servant, but didn't offer much else. She had to be strong. She didn't have to fill in every stereo type, but she could not appear weak in front of these royals.
She rushed a few feet ahead, looking to Vincent with disdain, and sorrow. She could tell, just by looking at him, that he was still angry. She dind't need her powers to do that. She frowned, and touched his shoulder. "Brother....Vin...please... don't hurt the servants. They're here to help. This place is supposed to be peaceful. Spare it form bloodshed if you can avoid it...Please." She smiled gently, and pulled back from him, not waiting much for an answer, as a sharp pain pierced through her head an the voices inside rose into something of a shouting match, though the words were not discernible to Mey. She rubbed at her temples gently, closing her eyes and leaning against a wall. Great! now everyone would be fussing over her. She didn't want that. She didn't need it. She needed to be strong, and fierce, and brave. She couldn't just be some weak woman. She had to be strong. She had to prove that she was strong enough to be a royal, and to hold power on a throne, otherwise she'd be walked all over without the slightest sign of remorse. She was a proud Princess, and she wasn't going to let anyone forget it.
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StellaLuna SkyWind Captain
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StellaLuna SkyWind Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 12:25 am
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XXX  Seraph was past the point of having no patience. Her suit was covered in filth, as was her hair. The delicate balance of technology that rested about her head and made her communication understandable was askew and destroyed. She would have to re-calibrate everything once she and the angel were back on the ship. At this point, she was fuming at the angel's idiocy. The ruby haired alien would have given the angel practically anything she'd asked for. Food. Shelter. Comfort. The alien could not send the angel home, of course, as even the alien did not know the difference between the earth world and the world the angel was said to come from. The alien did not know how to chart a course for the angel's return, but surely, after the angel had assisted Seraph, the ruby haired alien would have given the angel free leave on the planet the alien called home. The world was not that far different from this earthen place. There was life, and greenery, and fresh air to breathe. In ways, it might have been more beautiful then earth was, in the way Seraph's kind did not destroy their ozone with chemical pollution or harmful wastes. No. They were better. More advanced. And far safer and efficient then the simple earth beings, even though their chemical makeup was not so far different.
Now, however, the angel had run. She had tried to abandon Seraph, and leave her to hunt anew for subjects that would not prove as scientifically fascinating as that of the angel. The alien had known Aleine was unhappy. it was clear in the fact that the white-haired female never spoke. never indicated any sign of correspondence other then in dire need to suit her own desires. The first and last thing the angel had spoken was her name, and that had been the price to go outside. And look what the angel had done in that time?! She'd run away. Seraph had tried to be kind. Tried to be understand about the fact that the angel would need time to adjust, that she might like the greenery the earth offered. Seraph knew the ship was a cold and lifeless place, but it suited her needs while she traveled and that had been good enough for the ruby-haired female. Now, her experiment had run off, and that was simply unforgivable. Seraph would not let herself be abandoned. no. She had purchased the angel, so by law on this planet the creature was hers. Of course,s he didn't have to worry about other earth forms trying to take her experiment. She instead had to worry about her experiment running away because she thought she had that opportunity.
Face to Face with the angel once more, the alien was furious. She saw the feathered appendages that flapped against the twigs, brambles, and brush that had momentarily ensnared the angel. And yet, Seraph was still trying to show kindness to the angel, Aleine. She was trying to give the angel a choice. One that she could make that would reduce the alien's anger. It would be hard to adjust, that much was true, but the alien was trying to help with kindness instead of sheer force. But she would not be run out on, as if the angel had the option to decide what she could do to every extreme. If she had wanted that, then she should not have been in a slaver's market stall, waiting to be sold off to the being who aid the right price. Or she would have spoken her dislike for the situation at hand instead of being silent. There was no certainty in silence, which meant that the alien couldn't have possibly know what the angel truly wanted without her saying as much. Seraph's already frazzled patience, at their last fray, were tried again, and ripped to shreds as the angel once more took off, out of plain sight, and delved into the brush further, attempting to escape the alien once more.
It made Seraph roar with rage. Surely, the wordless sound would come across monstrous to the angel. There was no way that it would sound peaceful. it was rage, and it was easily identifiable. The alien charged through the brush and brambles that the angel had traversed into. She would not let Aliene escape. It took only a few more moments before she was close enough atop the angel to pounce upon her. She wouldn't use technology for this. No. The hunt was her own. She would use her own hand to capture her prey. Once she had tackled the white-haired girl, the alien reached out and tugged on her collar, forcing the angel to look into her eyes. "You..." she was panting, her eyes aflame with her rage. She probably looked like a monster, but of course, at the moment, Seraph couldn't care less. "I tried... to be cordial... with you...and you ran... I tried to give you... what you asked for... No one can send you home to heaven. There are no coordinates. But now... you will pay for your damage. And your transgression. I will not allow anyone to make a fool of me and get away with it."
Seraph called for the disk. It was a loud guttural sound. The disk came soaring through the branches in a few moments, not idling. She attached the angel's collar to it's base, and then pressed buttons on it's sides, making bars twine around the angel's body to form a fairly cramped cage. She would not allow another chance for error again. No. She pressed more buttons, allowing a length of wiry rope to drop from the bottom of the disk and began the length trek through the forest back to her ship. She didn't care if the angel was harmed in this process, or how uncomfortable the angel might be. Aliene had disobeyed her, and now, Seraph would see that there was a fitting punishment. The walk did not take as long as the hunt had, and sooner then she would have imagined, they were looking at the ship once more. Seraph entered the ship, trailing the cage behind her, hearing it jostle and smack against the sides of the ship twice before it was in the hallway, floating free. She didn't care if this bruised her specimen. For the moment, the angel could be as damaged as ever, as long as she was not dead.
When they were inside the laboratory, only then did the alien allow her hold on the disk to drop, as she went to a counter with rows upon rows of viles and tubes upon it. Bringing a capped bottle and a needle, the alien filled the syringe and inserted it into the angel's neck. The cocktail in the bottle would knock out it's victim, putting them in a deep sleep, to activate the subconscious where the memories were stored. She moved the disk to place Aliene's body upon the chair she used for mind exploration procedures, and then cuffed the girl's wrists in place to the arm rests. She hoped the girl would slumber and not burn off her chemicals. Otherwise, Seraph would have to set out to find new components to make a special drug for Aliene. If it worked, the machines would begin to pick apart memories and dreams that were lodged into the angel's subconscious and reveal them on a port screen that the alien watched. It would only be a matter of time before she really got to know what made the angel tick. She would figure it out, and that would be the key to making the angel fear and respect her, or at least, that was what the plan was for now.
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