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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 25, 2017 20:50:28 GMT -5
THEY SURE DO
im laughing because akela is over here thinking ceri's all cute and ceri's over here like, "mm yeah i'd tap that right now"
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Post by Myst on Jul 25, 2017 20:53:07 GMT -5
tbh she's gunna do something and akela's gunna go from '!! cute' to 'oh damn thats hot [eye emoji]'
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 25, 2017 20:57:00 GMT -5
this is great omg im laughing i love these two so much
rowena comes to check on progress and ceri and akela are just making out
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Post by Myst on Jul 25, 2017 20:57:48 GMT -5
i know like I'm out here grinning like a nerd
okay but what a concept yes can we??? pls
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 25, 2017 21:00:44 GMT -5
honestly same i haven't had this much fun with characters in like??? a long time
um of course it's gonna happen don't put it past me
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Post by Myst on Jul 25, 2017 21:03:07 GMT -5
lowkey same tbh
awe yeeeeee im so ready
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 25, 2017 21:07:27 GMT -5
same omg it's gonna be lit
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Post by Myst on Jul 25, 2017 21:08:31 GMT -5
yeyeyyeyeyeye
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 25, 2017 21:12:37 GMT -5
oooooo o o o oooo i just had a little idea
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Post by Myst on Jul 25, 2017 21:13:08 GMT -5
ohohohoho dO TELL unless its a surprise??? but I still wanna know lolz
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 25, 2017 21:16:55 GMT -5
nahh not a surprise so like what if bran starts to notice akela and ceri getting a bit too close with one another and he does something to try and break their blossoming relationship up like telling akela that ceri is cheating or something else and ahhhh
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Post by Myst on Jul 25, 2017 21:17:39 GMT -5
pffffft yesssss yes yes yes drama is v important
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 25, 2017 21:22:43 GMT -5
bran being a little jerk
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Post by Myst on Jul 25, 2017 21:23:24 GMT -5
yassssssss I'm so ready for all of this
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 25, 2017 21:26:14 GMT -5
gahhh same
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 25, 2017 21:26:47 GMT -5
Ceridwen Winters -- To Ceridwen her mentorship was starting right now. She was the teacher. She could make the rules. She felt in full power, and she loved that more than anything. The feeling of being in control was one reason as to why she couldn't wait to become archmage - she'd be in control of everything in the world of mages. The town her palace lay in would be under her control. Her position of ultimate power would make her an even better candidate for bonding with a gryphon as they were attracted to powerful beings...but she wasn't ready for her mother to pass away, either. Sure, Rowena could retire and allow Ceridwen to take the archmage position, but that didn't sit right with Ceridwen, either. Her mother was an older woman, sure, but thinking of her as old was just odd to the redhead. Rowena had been there all of Ceridwen's life. Her father was more or less absent for the most part, but he couldn't exactly help that. He was part of the mage embassy, a peacekeeper between each kingdom. If the Winters family was lucky he would get to be in the palace for up to a month every year. But that was enough about her family and whatnot. She was a mentor now. More important things had to be on her mind.
Turning to head toward the elegant doors, Ceridwen called out a quick goodbye to her mother. Soon after she gestured for Akela to follow along as she made her way to the large open hallways. "If you can't already tell, this is the Archmage's wing. An important person must always have a whole wing to themselves, right?" She wanted so badly to say that this would be her wing one day, but she held the words back. It was time for her to concentrate on the more important things right now. Akela's education was the more important subject to wonder about right now.
"You've already met South Chaser and Summer Dance. You'll meet many more gryphons during your time here; they walk up and down the halls as a barrier of protection for all mages. Most are your typical gryphons, lion bodies and eagle heads, but we have been blessed to have the blood of rare species here. South Chaser and Summer Dance's last brood even had a little female that was half Luzon bleeding-heart and half cougar. You might see her around, but she's still in training." Training for a gryphon typically meant that they were under three years of age and had yet to bond with anybody. But here Ceridwen was, slowly getting off topic. She had to stop doing that.
Rules. Yeah, rules sounded like something she needed to tell Akela.
Ceridwen took in a deep breath as she attempted to even remember all the palace rules. Dammit. Was she that bad at following them? ... She wasn't going to answer that.
Luckily a few rules came to mind. Good. Ceridwen took a side glance to Akela. "While we don't have a forced curfew for students, it is highly recommended that everybody is in their rooms - unless they are on duty - by no later than midnight. Like I said, only recommended, not required." To Ceridwen that was a big difference. "Nothing illegal should happen on these grounds. So, you know, don't do drugs, they fυck with your mind. No necromancy. Zombies aren't allowed on palace property, or in the town really. Um." Damn, what was the other rules? Oh yeah! "Magic is to be used only to be helpful. Wrongful use of magic will result in punishment in varying degrees." Ceridwen could still remember the one time an electricity user thought it would be "funny' to literally roast one of the palace's unicorn mares. When found out the student was never heard of again. Thinking back to it, Ceridwen wondered what happened to the guy... No time to think about that.
After some thought, the ice mage thought of something else to point out. "Since your training doesn't start until tomorrow, you can use today to actually move in. If you need help I'm sure somebo-" Ceridwen stopped. Oh yeah, she was Akela's mentor. Shouldn't she be the one to volunteer her time to help her new apprentice move in? "I, yeah, I can help you move in if you'd like. Lucky for you I even know some transport spells so we won't even have to worry about handling the larger items." Ceridwen felt like she was prepared for just about anything despite not knowing anything about moving; after all, the palace had always been her home.
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Post by Myst on Jul 25, 2017 21:26:51 GMT -5
i have a mighty need now
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 25, 2017 21:32:11 GMT -5
honestly same then akela can get his gryphon to fight bran
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Post by Myst on Jul 25, 2017 21:32:48 GMT -5
yES PERFECT
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 25, 2017 21:35:59 GMT -5
YESSS
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Post by Myst on Jul 25, 2017 21:36:32 GMT -5
YAAAAAAA
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Post by Myst on Jul 25, 2017 21:59:37 GMT -5
Akela Rose Akela was still trying to get with the idea of moving in. How much of his crap did he have to bring? All of it? Half of it? A quarter? Just clothes? Moving sucked. Moving into a place he knew absolutely nothing about sucked even more. Quite frankly, he didn't want to. He had no desire to pack up and move away from the house he'd worked essentially all his life to keep. What about his future dog? What was he supposed to do with the dog he didn't even own yet?! Alright, that was a reach, but still.
With a vague roll of his shoulders, the were took to following Ceridwen back into the halls of the palace. Well, at least the aesthetics could help clear his head. It worked for a bit, and then he had the redhead's voice to help it along. He couldn't help the soft chuckle that escaped him. "Yeah, I suppose your right. Would I be safe in assuming it's going to be yours one day?" Of course he was right. He knew that he was right. Anybody would be able to confirm that he was right. It was the next logical step - her mother would either step down or.... or the other thing, and his new mentor would take her place as per the hierarchy.
With that mentally settled, he drank in the rest of her words. Summer Dance - that must've been the name of the other gryphon in the room. So, the two were of a rare species... He wanted to know more. Where did they originate? Surely it couldn't have been in this country. No, they were simply too exotic. Or perhaps their parents had come from different countries but were brought here. That would make sense as well. Upon hearing about the pair's last brood, the lupine grinned a little. Oh, he definitely had to see that gryphon. But only when he had his camera - if he didn't have his camera on him, then were was almost no point. He wanted pictures, tangible memories. They would be gone for when he brought everything to an abrupt end.
Rather than speak about it, he simply nodded occasionally, trying to keep himself from talking in order not to give himself away.
A deep breath drew his gaze for a moment before he looked back ahead to watch where he was going. And then he was having rules spewed at him. Yes, Akela knew that it was to be expected, but he figured it would've been after move in. The ones that Ceridwen listed off didn't seem too bad - midnight wasn't terribly early, and the fact that it wasn't mandatory was good to know. The other two seemed rather obvious, neither of which he had any plans of doing. The last one was just the same - common sense. Then again, he'd met some people... "Got it - I'll make sure to remember all of that. I do have a couple questions though - how formally do I have to dress, and what's the rule on photography? As a photography minor I feel a bit of obligation to get at least a one or two pictures."
It didn't take much for the conversation to turn back to the idea of moving in. Right. That wouldn't just go away. So, when the mage mentioned helping him move, he couldn't help the way he looked over at her, brows knit together just slightly. After a couple seconds, he looked ahead once more, facial features smoothing out. "Right, moving... Just what exactly should I bring? I mean, I'll likely need help regardless, but I'd rather be prepared than standing in my house for an hour wondering what to grab." | Tag: Kitty Kats | Words: ??? | Notes: genderfluid werewolf assassin - he/him typically |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 26, 2017 19:21:35 GMT -5
Ceridwen Winters -- This Akela character was smart. Then again, one didn't have to be smart to understand how powerful families worked. They always wanted to keep their own blood in power no matter what. Ever since the very beginning the archmage position had been passed down from parent to child - sometimes, in extreme cases, it would be passed down from aunt or uncle to niece or nephew. Luckily for Ceridwen she was still the only one in line for the archmage position. If something were to happen and she somehow became missing or somehow died, Bran would be next in line seeing as Ceridwen had no siblings. But what was going to happen to Ceridwen? Pssh, nothing. She was totally safe, especially here in the palace.
The redhead nodded. A spark of pride danced in her green eyes. "You assume correctly. One day I'll be the archmage, and I'll get to rule how I want to." The one thing she hated the most about being the next archmage was a requirement that sickened her - the requirement for an archmage to have at least one legitimate child; the child could not be adopted in any way. It had to be from the archmage's own flesh and blood.
Wanting to get away from such thoughts, Ceridwen was lucky enough to be able to direct her attention to something else with ease. "Down this hall and the next on the left are where the guards stay. There are a lot of guards to keep us safe." Especially after what that damn were has done to my people, Ceridwen thought bitterly, the unspoken words causing her to physically react. Her jaw tightened and her posture tensed. Soon enough, however, she was able to calm herself down. Usually when she got riled up she stayed riled up for a long while. Akela asking a question helped snap Ceridwen out of her anger.
"Eh," she remarked with a shrug. "Wear whatever you want. If you do attend something formal you obviously need to put on formal clothing. If there's an event with a strict dress code, you'll know what is and isn't allowed before the event. Photography is allowed. Just, you know, don't take pictures when more important things should be happening." Ceridwen couldn't help but lean forward and playfully nudge Ceridwen, already feeling the need to bond with her new apprentice. She even offered a smile, something Ceridwen didn't do all that often to newcomers.
Ah yes, the question about moving. Ceridwen had to think about that one for a moment. How big are the rooms for regular students, again? Ceridwen had been in a few before. The one she remembered the most belonged to a young orc who was training to become a palace guard. Her room was spacious enough. They weren't large, but they were certainly livable. The ones she had seen could easily fit their occupant, their belongings, and a full sized gryphon comfortably.
Feeling comfortable with replying, Ceridwen gave her answer. "You don't have to worry about a bed or anything. Every room has one. Rooms also have some small kitchen appliances like a mini fridge, microwave, things like that. I'd say just worry about your essentials - clothes, beauty products, anything extra. And of course, rooms have their own personal bathrooms, so there's no worrying about all of that, either. We keep things around here neat. Nobody has to share a space that should be personal." That was one thing Ceridwen loved about her home. Privacy in places such as a bathroom and kitchen were taken very seriously. Ceridwen had heard talk of other palaces in other places where privacy wasn't something taken as seriously - bathrooms had to be shared, kitchens were shared, even many bedrooms were shared as well. Ceridwen grimaced; she couldn't even stand the idea of having to share her personal living space with another living being, especially if she didn't know everybody she was sharing her space with all that well.
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Post by Myst on Jul 26, 2017 20:06:29 GMT -5
Akela Rose The lupine was rather intelligent when it really came down to it. He was good at figuring things out, reading situations. This particular thing just hadn't been hard to put together - she was the Archmage's daughter, meaning that she was logically the next in line for the title. And if he knew anything about reading people, she seemed pretty hyped for whenever she rose up. Then again, who wouldn't be? It was a title that anybody would be happy to have, a title that many would kill for. Not that they did - no, that was his job.
"I'm sure you'll do great when you come into power. Being in control seems to be your thing - correct me if I'm wrong, though." He already knew it was her thing. Judging by the way she'd spoken in the woods, being in control was clearly natural for her. Although, he could only imagine what was required of the Archmage other than being born into it. If they had to have children, go through some sort of training. Maybe a test? No, that'd be kind of weird depending on the circumstances. If they didn't pass and the archmage was no longer with them, then who would step into power? Nobody. Well, somebody, obviously, but still.
Ceridwen's words cut his thoughts short, which he was thankful for. Any longer and he'd surely slip into an existential crisis. "I've noticed. There were two to question me and at least six on standby before I even reached the doors. But, hey, can't be too careful." 'Especially when there's a killer in your palace... How quickly can I back out of moving?' Rather than focus too much on his distaste with the idea, he spared a sidelong glance at his current companion. She was tense, like, ridiculously tense. Jaw tight and just generally... angry, it seemed. That is, if the vibe he was getting was correct. He was basically a wolf, and animals were good at knowing those things, so he better be right. 'Eh... Even if I'm wrong, I'm totally right.'
It was only a few seconds, but the tension left, and his questions were being answered. Akela nodded a bit, storing the information away for future use. So... He could dress in his typical style then? Wonderful - all leather jackets and ripped skinny jeans. Awesome! A nudge had him shifting slightly as they walked, and it took a full turn of the head to see the redhead smiling. Oh no. Oh hell, what was this burn in his chest? It better not be what he thought it was - some foolish start of whatever particular attraction it would turn into. Still, the werewolf found himself smiling back. "That's great - I'll be able to get some good shots for my portfolio. And - feel free to deny me this, since you're only obligated to train me - but how would you feel about modeling for a couple shots? In whatever free time there is, of course." What was he doing? Why was he asking this? Ugh, he was going to blow this job before it even started.
As the conversation continued, Akela was genuinely grateful for the distraction. Alright, so, no bed, kitchen supplies (save for the food, duh), probably no dresser, then. So, clothes and self-care products. Got it. Nodding slightly as he constructed this mental list of what had to be packed, he raised an eyebrow slightly at the mention of complete privacy. "Personal bathrooms, huh? Damn, this place is bigger than I thought," He paused, looking fowards once more. "That's pretty great, though. I don't think I'd be good at sharing." | Tag: Kitty Kats | Words: ??? | Notes: genderfluid werewolf assassin - he/him typically |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 26, 2017 21:39:56 GMT -5
Ceridwen Winters -- Ever since she could remember it had been the ice mage's dream to step forward as the next archmage. She could finally take over and do things the way she wanted. She would be closer to becoming bonded with a gryphon, if that ever happened. Pssh, if? No, it was when that happened. Who knows? Perhaps the special female from South Chaser and Summer Dance's latest brood would end up bonding with Ceridwen. The thought made her want to simply bound around in excitement. With a gryphon at her side, Ceridwen would become a formidable archmage. She had her skilled powers in ice magic and was working on mastering much more. Nobody would want to mess with her, not at all. She would also know exactly how to lead. A leader knowing how to lead their people was always a much needed skill. People would look up to her for knowing how to handle all sorts of things. She sighed. Just thinking about the idea made her want to just become archmage already. Just not, you know, having her mother die or something. Despite their differences she loved Rowena more than she sometimes admitted.
A compliment from Akela already? Oh, her new apprentice knew how to flatter her already.
Ceridwen couldn't help but give a faint laugh. She glanced at Akela with gratitude. "You flatter me, Akela. Though, yes, I've know how to take charge since I can remember. Being a leader is quite literally in my blood." Flattery was something that always melted Ceridwen unless it was used to mock her. The redhead knew right away that Akela was not mocking her, he was actually giving her a true compliment. The flattery usually faded away and Ceridwen could once again think straight, but right now she found herself still going over Akela's words in her head. Akela thinks I'll be a great leader, then? Does she think I'm great at other things as well? Why in the world she was thinking that, she had no idea, but she felt like it might have something to do with the odd sensation she was feeling going through her. It was warm like a flame but protective and comforting instead of scorching and deadly. This was a fire that Ceridwen wanted to hold on to for a long, long time.
The redhead did her best to push aside the ember burning against her chest and pulsating through the rest of her body. Akela mentioned the guards so Ceridwen had to answer. "Can't be too careful is right. I'm sure you know this, especially if you live in the town, but there have been more and more reports of assassins lurking about. Why they're becoming common here, I'm not sure, but we always have to be on the lookout no matter what." I know exactly why we've had assassins crawling around here. And it's only one - that Gods forsaken werewolf. If I ever run into that thing again... It certainly wouldn't be pretty. She'd have that wolf begging for mercy in no time. And Ceridwen wasn't fond of giving a soulless creature mercy.
...Had Ceridwen heard right? Was Akela suggesting that she model for some of Akela's pictures? Was that technically Akela's way of asking Ceridwen on some sort of date? If so, Ceridwen was all in. Honestly she was all in no matter what Akela thought of the spare time spent together was called.
Now it was the ice mage's turn to ask some questions. "What would I be modeling? Some sort of clothes, poses?" Ceridwen would be more than willing to do all of the above plus some if Akela needed it modeled. A flirtatious smirk soon slipped across her lips. Ceridwen gave something of a sultry hum as she added, "I'm even willing to do something sexy if you'd be interested in it." Perhaps not her best attempt at seducing somebody, but surely it had worked a little bit. Ceridwen was confident it had.
Overall Ceridwen was having a good time. Akela was somebody she could certainly see herself wanting to truly get to know, which made her happy to see Akela relieved about the policy on privacy here in the palace. "It's much bigger on the inside than it looks. Of course, we only have a specific number of occupants living here at a time. The palace was made to accommodate all of our residents comfortably." Ceridwen glanced around to make sure nobody was around before she leaned closer to Akela and whispered, "We made sure to have a much better palace than the witch's palace far in Elm Grove. Mages are, after all, far superior than any witch." There it was, that bitter rivalry that mages and witches shared toward one another. Most couldn't stand the other, and in Ceridwen's opinion, witches needed to stay far away. Weres too. That was another race that Ceridwen had a huge problem with.
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Post by Myst on Jul 26, 2017 22:15:55 GMT -5
Akela Rose Akela wasn't typically one for flattery. No, he never went out of his way to flatter others, but it happened sometimes. It was almost always unintentional and typically got him into situations that he didn't prefer. Typically, others took it as flirting, and that never ended well. The college student had given up on relationships just before his freshman year on campus due to some terrible experiences in high school. Still, people made advances and he wound up attracting unwanted attention through simple words that weren't meant as anything. But people read him wrong, and he hated it. Today, though? It was a little intentional. A lot. Mostly intentional. Compliments were the best way to get close to somebody, and he wanted to get close... For the job. Yeah, sure. For the job.
It wasn't like he hadn't meant it. The werewolf never lied to people if it would harm their emotional or psychological being. He just wasn't the type, really. And the laugh he earned? Straight to his heart. The burn in his chest simply got more intense with the sound, and he decided he wanted to hear it again. Still, he acknowledged her words. "That's good. Can't wait to see how you run things." It'd be interesting to see what she did with the town, that was true. If she got the chance. If Bran got his way - and it was his job to see that he did - everyone would be answering to the blond.
For right now, though, he really didn't want to think about that.
As Ceridwen spoke of the 'assassins,' Akela couldn't help but tense up slightly. "Yeah... I've heard about them here and there, but nobody really seemed to have solid information," he murmured. Of course there wasn't solid information. He'd done everything in his power to make sure of that, and to this day, it remained that nobody knew he was a werewolf. And the plan was to keep it that way. "Where ever they may be, I'm sure karma will catch up sooner than they think. That or the guards will." Oddly, it wasn't a lie. He truly thought that one day all his deeds would catch up to him all at once. That day would be his ultimate doom.
Chocolate eyes wandering over the accents on the walls, he listened to her questions about his photos. "Hm? Oh, anything you want. I tend to give my models their own creative freedom and I work with what they give me. It's better that way - happy models means great pictures." This was something he was very sure of, as it was how he stayed at the top of that particular class. Bringing his gaze back to his new mentor, he blinked as she brought up the idea of a sexy concept. Huh, he hadn't even had the chance to try such a thing... Her smirk was a tad enticing, and he took a moment to really look her over. And no, he was in no way subtle. This was a matter of school, right? Sure, he'd go with that for now. Meeting her gaze once more, Akela found himself smirking as well. "That is a fantastic idea. It's a date, then."
Date. What the hell? Even just the word was a bit foreign to him due to how long it'd been. Still, he'd used it. Depending on how she took it... Surely everything would be fine. Worst comes to worst, they did the shoot, and never spoke of it again.
But back to the housing arrangements. Living here would take some getting used to, but if Ceridwen was around, then it'd surely be fine. She was honestly wonderful, not that he would admit it. He also wouldn't admit that he seriously wanted to get to know her better. For now, though, he'd settle for listening to her talk about their palace. Only moments later, she was leaning towards him a bit to whisper like it was some secret. What she told him, though, drew a faint chuckle from him. "This palace is better than theirs by a long shot. I went there on a field trip expecting to get some good shots but... Well, I would've gotten a below a zero for my grade if I'd handed the pictures in. Your palace is better by a long shot." Yes, he was exagerating, but the pictures had been terrible. The lighting, the building itself, all of it had been below his standards. This place, though? Way above them. | Tag: Kitty Kats | Words: ??? | Notes: genderfluid werewolf assassin - he/him typically |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 27, 2017 11:34:44 GMT -5
Ceridwen Winters -- Ceridwen had no way to know what her cousin had in store for the palace. She knew he was quietly ambitious, but she would never think of him as the type of person to want somebody dead, especially by being murdered. As far as the redhead knew she had a straight shot to the archmage position. Hearing that somebody already believed in her leadership skills made her pride skyrocket.
The redhead mused to herself internally. So Akela thought she was a well leader, eh? One that Akela herself couldn't wait to see in power? Ceridwen was a person based around pride, but her pride had grown once Akela had spoken up. "I have a lot of ideas in mind for when I become archmage. It will be great, because, as you said, I'll be a wonderful leader. Better than my own mother even." There it was, that confident pride that Ceridwen was well known for. Anybody could be a leader in their own way, Ceridwen knew that, but she would be a good leader, not a mediocre leader. Hell, she'd be the best leader there ever was. She would be remembered for countless generations to come. Ceridwen just knew it. Akela seemed to know it as well.
Her pride was forgotten just as soon as it had sprouted all because of the thought of those damn assassins. "They will certainly get what's coming for them," she muttered in distaste. Gods, why didn't she kill that were when she had the chance? If Bran hadn't come when he had that were would be a pile of decaying fur right about now. If she ever saw that creature again she would certainly take it down. She'd give that wretched lupine a savage death. Slow, painful...that was the kind of death she wanted that were to have. If she had also known what the were's human form looked like she could at least track the were down, but the only thing she knew about the were was what it looked like as a wolf. Perhaps she could run into the creature if she went back to those woods. Would Seraph even take her back there? The dark palomino had been badly spooked by the werewolf; the mare had a great memory and would recognize the danger that the woods could pose. Perhaps she could take out the mellow gelding Zephyr. He most certainly wasn't as easy to spook as Seraph was.
Anyway, back what mattered. Pictures.
Akela's comment made sense. After all, he was right, a happy model meant good pictures. A model being forced to do poses they weren't comfortable with would end up in disaster more than likely. Akela had a very good concept on the whole modeling aspect.
Before Ceridwen could give an answer, Akela mentioned a date. Had she heard him right? A date? With Akela?
Ceridwen froze. Had getting a date with Akela been that easy? Apparently. "A date it is," she replied with a victorious look upon her visage. Her sexiness had been too much for Akela, hadn't it? Oh yeah, Ceridwen knew that she had it and she knew how to use that to get what she wanted.
Pride continued to dance inside her like it had earlier. "Those witches could never get close to building a palace like ours. Everything about our palace is perfect from the bottom to the top." Honestly Ceridwen could go on and on about how wonderful the mage palace was, but she was able to stop herself when a particular door came into view. "Oh," she murmured, pausing in her steps. "I hadn't realized exactly where we had went to... This is the hall where apprentices stay. Your room should be right over here." Ceridwen began to walk on once more down the hall. She came to yet another halt in front of a bare door. Usually when a room was in use there was a sign on top of the door frame to signify the presence of somebody living inside. This room had no such thing. "Well, here we are, your new room!"
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Post by Myst on Jul 27, 2017 21:22:03 GMT -5
yes hi hello I'm alive //lies// I literally just got back from work soooo I'm gunna start a reply nowwww
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Post by Myst on Jul 27, 2017 21:54:28 GMT -5
Akela Rose While Akela was all for doing this job to earn the reward, there was nothing else to it. He didn't know Bran, and from what he'd already witnessed... Well, he was clearly selfish. Selfish people never ruled well - it just didn't work. It always ended in disaster, and he wasn't sure how prepared he was for that. Still, ending up with enough money to likely pay off his mortgage and rightful ownership of the woods? Right now, that was enough to persuade him to do just almost anything. Almost. He still had a sliver of morals he liked to stick to. Ah, but he really didn't want to think about the job right now. It wasn't like he was anywhere near close enough to finish it, so he'd keep it in the back of his mind until further notice.
Instead, he focused on the conversation that had essentially turned to nothing but flattery. The other's tone was prideful, and he didn't blame her. Though, one particular statement caught his attention. "Better than your mother, huh? I'm goin' to hold you to that. Even if I move out of town, I'll come back one day just to make sure you made good on your word." The college student's tone was playful, and so was the grin on his face. Honestly, he likely wouldn't leave town. He had no reason to, and, if she somehow made it out of this, he was sure that she'd be great. Better than great, even.
The grin was gone just as soon as it was there as attentions turned back to the topic of assassins. Right. He didn't respond - he wasn't really sure how to. What could he possibly say to that? Anything he could think of might as well be a blatant confession. Akela didn't even want to fathom all the ways he could die by simply her hand. Ceridwen was powerful, and he knew that. Hell, she could snap his neck right now. Well, he assumed she could. Not even just her, but the guards. They could certainly take him down if they caught him, and there was no telling if he was faster than all of them.
These weren't really the thoughts he needed right now. They had him halfway to an anxiety attack already, and he couldn't have that. Not here, not now. The suddenly arranged date, however, provided the perfect distraction.
Date. How long would it take him to get over that word? Is that even what he could call it? The redhead beside him seemed pretty happy with the term, so, sure. It was a date. A glance told him she seemed rather pleased with herself for even getting this date. So... She'd wanted a date? How cute... Although, she could've just asked. He also could've asked. Hm... No, the way it happened was much better than any other way, he was sure of it.
The topic easily changed to that of the palace, and he spared another glance around. Good lighting, pleasing color scheme, fantastic aesthetics overall. It probably couldn't get any better than this, but something told him that it would. In one way or another, it would. "It certainly is perfect. It's that kind of perfection that people dream of, the one that unattainable," he mumbled half to himself. It wasn't uncommon for him to voice his thoughts when it came to visuals. Most often, though, it was before, during, and after photoshoots. Today was special - new environment, new thoughts. Blinking back into focus, he stopped just short of continuing down the hall without his mentor after she'd paused. Nodding to her words, Akela took to following her once more, looking at each door and noting the signs. And then they stopped at a bare door, and he was left simply staring at it. When she spoke once more, he tensed up a bit, fists clenching and unclenching rhythmically. "New room..." He murmured, trying to get with the idea.
Nope, he still hated moving.
Turning to look at Ceridwen once more with an odd and somewhat forced grin, he figured he should attempt to explain his sudden change in behavior. "So... Despite the fact that I'm a very confident person, I don't do well just suddenly staying in new places. To be honest, I don't really want to see the room empty. I'd rather see it with boxes full of my crap," He paused, thinking over his next words. "I know that probably sounds ridiculous, but trust me, it'll be better that way. So, instead of leaving time for me to question if I want this bad enough to leave my house for an undetermined amount of time, can we just go and pack my crap?" | Tag: Kitty Kats | Words: ??? | Notes: genderfluid werewolf assassin - he/him typically |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 28, 2017 8:33:23 GMT -5
im gonna try to reply today ye uwu also today should be the last day im hella busy so after today i should be able to get on the forums more than like once a day omg
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