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 Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 8:35 pm
Palace Dread is the home of the ruling family of Demons, currently the Frost house. The King, his Queen, and the Crowned Prince occupy this ancient structure along with their entourage of servants and guards. The large, stone halls and spacious rooms give a sense of luxury and grandeur, but the sound from every room travels through every hall and echos dully in the thrown room. Be wary, for at night, the Prince wanders for entertainment, and any being is fair game.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 7:59 pm
Casimir strode through the hallways, lacking his usual grace. As the soft cloth of his yukata brushed against his skin, the young man would visibly wince. His lips were pressed in a thin line, and at a near run, the Prince darted to his room and closed the door fiercely behind him. Shedding his garments, he slid into his bed, groaning softly as the light silk of his own sheets made contact with his skin. 'Since when was my skin this... sensitive? Even the faintest touch from anything sends my skin acting like it was slashed with hot knives,' he thought, releasing a shaky breath. 'I only hope this passes quickly.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 12:33 pm
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Yet she was disturbed as the sounds of quickly padded footsteps rang into her ear. She shouldn’t have heard such a thing but being a mother gave her heightened senses even more-so heightening. Getting up slowly, the queen was adorned in her plain cotton undergarments of a red tank top and a black pair of boycut shorts. She tip-toed her way out of the room and her head swiveled just in time to catch a glimpse of her son bolting out of the hallway. Slowly following, the queen would knock on his door lightly. ”Casimir, is everything alright..?” Her tone was concerned and swelling with overwhelming love for her adopted son but she kept it to a soft whisper. Her glossy jet black mane was tossed into a messy bun; only a few locks of hair escaped and hung around her beautifully glowing complexion. Her crimson eyes darted around the dark halls as she let her head lean lightly against the door, waiting for an answer from her prince. x-x Location ~ Palace Dreadxx-x Communicating With ~ Casimir Frost x-x
x-x Physical State ~ Normalxx-x Mental State ~ Alert x-x  [ooc:]
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 1:18 pm
The Devour Life King Araris stirred at his wife's venture, and as he rolled over to find she was not under his arm his eyes opened with focused clarity and he looked around. Seeing his Queen missing, Araris got to his feet and snatched up his heavy blade and pistol before strolling out. It didn't take but a moment for him to catch up to his lovely wife.
"Ira love, whats wrong?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 7:00 pm
The soft voice of Ira penetrated through the torrents of pain that washed over the Prince's skin. "Casimir, is everything alright..?" she whispered, her tone laced with concern. Slowly, Casimir flipped onto the side facing the door, and activity that his body did not appreciate in the least. 's**t, I woke mother up...Now whether to tell her what's going on now , or wait and cause her more anxiety. Noting the muffled noise of his father's voice outside his door, as well, the choice was made for him. "Mother," he called, wincing at the hoarseness of his own voice. "I... I think we may need to call a medic. Everything burns."
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 6:30 am
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Bursting through the door, she saw him lying on his bed, a grimace of disturbance on his face. Ira quickly knelt by his side, wanting to hold him, wanting to do something that would allow her to hold him but she didn’t want to cause the symptoms to worsen. Looking him over, she kept fighting the urge to pet his tousle of hair or holding his hand. ”When did this start happening sweetie..?” She didn’t think that it would be safe to call a medic just yet until she knew the extent of his condition. Although Ira was of noble blood, she was talented in doctoral remedies as well as healing. Her bloody irises looked away to glance up at her husband Araris. ”Have you ever seen this before my king..?” She was on the verge of tears in fear that she may lose her son to such a thing. Just as any new mother, she was overreacting. Or was she? x-x Location ~ Palace Dreadxx-x Communicating With ~ Casimir Frost & Araris Frost x-x
x-x Physical State ~ Normalxx-x Mental State ~ Worry x-x [ooc:]
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 2:43 pm
The Devour Life KingAraris slipped through the door on steady feet and over to his adopted son's bed. Araris immediately reached out with his power of thermodynamics to wash Casimir in a wave of cold. "Ira dear make a light for me so that I can look over his skin" Araris said.
"Casmir when did this start, and did anything happen?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 8:14 pm
The cold washed over his skin, allowing a soft sigh to pass through the youth's lips. "I... I believe it started a couple days ago. It was a fleeting kind of pain, only when I was struck rather roughly during training. But now... The faintest touch lights my nerves with a pounding ache," he muttered. Casimir could see the concern and tears in his mother's red eyes. Focusing on the sensations soaring through his body, Casimir located his most pained areas. "It hurts the most along my spine and on my shoulder blades. There... has been little time for me to check these areas thoroughly." Turning slowly onto his back, the Prince exposed large patches of blistering skin. Six larger protrusions where spaced on either side of his back bone, looking like something was being pressed constantly though the skin. In the dark, though, he was unsure if they could see anything.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 8:46 pm
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Her entire hand was like a torch, the flames white and cool to the touch if they came near though since she kept the heat inside of her body. Her crimson eyes blinked a few times to get used to the light change as she stepped a bit closer so the light could shine on Casimir. She gasped at the sight of the blistering skin and the tears formed again, but none fell. She reached for him but stopped herself. ”Oh my baby.. How did this happen..?” Her voice was shaky, trying to keep herself calm but worry was surging out of her like a rush of a river of magma. Her heart ached and yearned to comfort and do all that she could for her son. The flames flicked and bounced around the room as she kept herself knelt beside the bed. Her entire body still glowed beautifully in a dim light. Her peach-toned skin softened by the white hue of the light. x-x Location ~ Palace Dreadxx-x Communicating With ~ Casimir Frost & Araris Frost x-x
x-x Physical State ~ Normalxx-x Mental State ~ Worry x-x [ooc:]
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 8:59 pm
The Devour Life KingAraris looked over his adopted son in the new light, and shrugged his shoulders. "Well either our boy is going through demonic puberty, or he has been seriously ******** with." Araris walked out into the hallway, and continued to use his power to wash his son in soothing cold.
"Azmodius! Get a medical team down here asap!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 12:46 pm
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And just like a dog to it’s master, Azmodius came bursting down the hall with the two best medics in all of Hell. They ran into the room, bowing to the queen as she stood, the flame still sparking and hissing around her hand. She backed away a bit to let them examine him properly, looking around and then setting her hands in the fireplace located in the room. Luckily they had fireplaces in each room. The dried wood cracked and groaned as the flames engulfed them. She closed the screen in front of the fireplace so the ashes would stay in place. Then, she walked about the room, lighting the various candles and setting them in position to see her son from all angles of lighting. The flame died from around her hand and she folded her arms around herself, watching carefully as the two medics leaned over him, trying not to pick at his blistering skin. They would whisper amongst themselves and then glance back at the queen, smiling and bowing their heads. She felt as if she was pressuring them so she wandered to her love, pressing her body to him, keeping her eyes locked on their son. She held Araris tightly, tensing as Azmodius turned to them. The medics followed behind and they bowed to the king and queen, ”We’ve diagnosed this just as a severe case of a rash he must’ve gotten from something outside the castle. We’re not sure exactly of the origin, but nothing within a 10 mile radius of the palace could’ve caused such a reaction to the prince. He just needs some rest and a bit of…What is it called again?” Azmodius glanced back at the two medics. One raised his head, his irises white but the surrounding layer was black. He looked like he had bull’s-eyes, and his skin was pale, various birthmarks in blue tracing up his arms and wrapping around his neck and head. His ears were pointed as well, he looked at his feet for a moment then back up at the queen, “Milady, the antiseptic for his condition is a rare herb commonly referred to as Ftagguen’s Gem.” Ira paused for a moment and then glanced at Azmodius. ”Do we have this available in the cellar?” The red demon shook his head in dismay, ”The cellars haven’t been stocked with that since long before any of our times my queen. I’m afraid that we may not ever find it in the castle. And without it, the prince will slowly be consumed by the infection in his body and…” His voice trailed off and the queen’s eyes grew a film of tears. She stared at the medics with a fire in her heart as she stepped away from Araris, ”Do either of you know where this herb can be found?” They both glanced at each other and the one who spoke before responded, “Only in the realm of the Lycans milady.” This made their queen pause as she heard their explanation. Were they allied with the Lycans? She wasn’t sure if they had any form of contact with the creatures and looking to her husband, Ira’s eyes searched for answers from him. x-x Location ~ Palace Dreadxx-x Communicating With ~ Azmodius; Araris Frost; Medic 1 x-x
x-x Physical State ~ Normalxx-x Mental State ~ Worry & Curiosity x-x [ooc: Sorry for such a long reply. Kind of a twist in the story?]
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 10:00 am
The Devour Life KingAraris was a man of action, and the life of his adopted son was in danger. This coy and cryptic way of information was getting on his nerves and fast. "Well give me more than that to work on man, The Lycan's don't have some damn portalled mystic realm." Araris did not have time to ******** around with dramatics with Casmir in danger. "I have a** to kick and an herb to find man, If you don't know then go find out."
Araris reached out with his power, and pushed all the heat out of the air around Casmir, dropping the temperature to around forty degrees F and pushed in enough energy for it to stay that way for several hours.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 12:04 pm
╔══════════════╗  ⊇ Ѵɨɲȼҽɳʈ ЌɲȉɠɦʈⅡ ⊆ ╚══════════════╝ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ A small vial filled with a curious looking plant-like gem hung low in front of Araris' view. It was the exact type of cure that they might require for whatever they needed it for.
"The Lycan clans are personal friends Frost King, consider this a gift from the Lycan Clans of the North." whether they'd try to kill him or not, Vincent was there on a peaceful mission anyway, and he figured this might pave the way for a good conversation. "I always carry herbs on hand, but they always seem to be a random assortment... I blame myself for not looking at the table I take them from." Vincent stood near the doorway leaning against the frame with his arms folded, a blank expression upon his face, unwaning. ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ ====Out Of Cookies====
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 3:55 pm
The strained tone that filled the room and the diagnosis from the medics only seemed to iritate the Crowned Prince. The harsh words of his father gave the entire situation feel more real. He glared at the backs of the medics, feeling much more like himself with the cooling effects of Araris' power. Grunting, Casimir felt something on his back release. Glancing at his side, the young demon caught sight of crimson blood sliding off his back and seeping lazily into his sheets. "Oi!" he called,gaining everyones attention. "Is this bad?" One of the largest protusions on his back had finally broken the skin, and in its place was the small nub of a horn, and the lump across his spine looked ready to follow suit.
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 7:07 pm
Winterwolf78 The Devour Life KingAraris took the vial gently, and turned to the newcomer. "If your words are true then you have done me a great favor stranger, but I would like some explanation as to your identity and presence." Araris handed ff the vial to the medics.
"Casmir, you are going to be fine son, Just relax."
Araris actually was grateful for all the things he had seen on the battlefield, because he would not have been able to keep his calm otherwise.
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