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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 23, 2017 17:57:34 GMT -5
((HI))
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 23, 2017 18:00:24 GMT -5
Alain released a high-pitched scream of pain and but harder, before tearing his fangs away to try and snap at Tabir in a panic, trying to get him off of him. He latched onto his shoulder, then his side, now mostly biting at fur instead of flesh as he was too panicked and focused on surviving the fight than he was on actually causing damage.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 23, 2017 18:05:26 GMT -5
((And Awh Lily are u ok 3: ))
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 23, 2017 18:14:18 GMT -5
[[honestly? Not really, I got extremely bad acid reflux (I have no idea why) and it isn't going away with gaviscon or omeprazole or anything. It's stopping me from eating currently. Which ain't no biggy I'm not exactly underweight, but hunger isn't a pleasant feeling. ]]
Tabir smiled. He knew that Alain would one day be able to kill him – but that day was not today. Although he’d never admitted to a soul, not even Valare, he wanted Alain to be the one who ended his life. His son hated him, and he didn’t mind that – but that didn’t mean he couldn’t love him. After all, why in the three realms would he risk his hide in a fight if not for love?
But now had come to end the fight, He slunk down, between Alain’s bite’s and claws, rolled over and then projected himself upwards, quite impressed that his core was still that good. Now, he was on top of Alain. He let the boy see his eyes – the true aggression that Tabir could hold, if the time was right. The time was not right. He swiped one huge paw against his head – hoping to knock him out, or at least knock him back into re-transforming.
At that, he was finished, and jumped off of his son, padding away and transforming into a human again.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 23, 2017 18:24:22 GMT -5
It more or less just knocked some rational sense back into him rather than the other two things, and he flinched away from Tabir with flat ears and squeezed shut eyes, paws held up against his chest and curled inwards defensively. Once his father had hopped off and left him be, he very slowly rolled back to his feet, and quietly limped over to Ma'sir. He sat down and began to tenderly lick his wounds, hoping they would heal before his overbearing mother could go into one of her fits and fuss over him endlessly. He finally remembered that Iona had been following him- was she still here? He lifted his head and blinked, flicking an ear as he looked around the area to attempt to locate the girl. He vaguely wondered if he'd scared her off.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 23, 2017 18:30:04 GMT -5
All the time, Iona had been watching. She had yet to see a powerful wolf fight -- as her family sheltered her from all of that. But by gods it was thrilling. She'd even started to feel the skin on her back bristle -- she couldn't transform as she pleased yet, so it was a good sign that she was gaining mastery of her powers, slowly but surely.
She tried to concentrate on it more. The passion, the rage, the ferocity, Alain's abs..wait, what? She shook her head, trying to ignore the thought. It was then she felt eyes on her. Slowly she flicked her own pink-lilac eyes to him and froze, waiting for a second to evaluate what she would do. She then very calmly, and very professionally stood up -- acting as if she didn't have a care in the world over what she just saw. She walked over to him, and leaned against a rock opposite -- as if she only chose the rock because it comforted her, not because she'd be able to have a conversation with him.
Should she say something? Should she not? She should be queenly -- ancient's damn it -- what did that even mean?
"Good fight," she commented eventually, before mentally slapping herself at saying such an obvious comment.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 23, 2017 18:32:10 GMT -5
[[after years of being an awkward teenage girl around attractive moody teenage boys, I finally feel qualified to rp this successfully.]]
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Post by Nighteyes on Jan 23, 2017 18:34:56 GMT -5
((Not sure it should be Aiden's abs...he's kinda married xD
Also, when she gonna start climbing? XD ))
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 23, 2017 18:38:06 GMT -5
((Not sure it should be Aiden's abs...he's kinda married xD Also, when she gonna start climbing? XD )) [[Flip forgot to change the name. But to be honest, who's not thinking about Aiden's abs? Bet emperor Daniel is sitting on his dragon somewhere making googly eyes at his super secret diary with the phrase "Mrs Daniel Demonae" written inside lovehearts all over it. And lol she's working up to it. ]]
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 23, 2017 18:45:21 GMT -5
((Omfg Lily I'm crying))
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 23, 2017 18:46:22 GMT -5
[[Almost half tempted to commission that instead of Iona now...]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 23, 2017 18:46:55 GMT -5
[[Also I got to go by 12 the latest.]]
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 23, 2017 18:47:39 GMT -5
Alain released a vicious snarl and snapped his jaws at her. good fight? That's what you have to say? Good f*cking fight? I got my *ss beat half to death. How does that make it a good fight? he kicked off at her verbally, as he was rather too tired at the moment to even think about going for her physically. He was currently struggling to change back, knowing the pain would be worse when he did.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 23, 2017 18:52:54 GMT -5
Alain released a vicious snarl and snapped his jaws at her. good fight? That's what you have to say? Good f*cking fight? I got my *ss beat half to death. How does that make it a good fight? he kicked off at her verbally, as he was rather too tired at the moment to even think about going for her physically. He was currently struggling to change back, knowing the pain would be worse when he did. Iona rolled her eyes. Perhaps a little bit of Alain's spell was breaking. She could hear him in her head -- as she also shared the wolf blood -- but unless she had changed, she couldn't respond telepathically. But she could physically. "5 years and nothing has changed Alain. You're still the one beating yourself up. Did you really expect you'd defeat an ancientblood with at least half a century on you? He may act like a fool, but is more than able in battle. It was a good fight because you lasted longer than I expected -- and if I'm right, his bone is broken, and Valare will be going spare that you ruined her favourite toy." She was taking a risk talking about his family in such a direct, personal way. But she'd known the Wulfhart's personally for years now, years, and had been far too timid to speak up before. Whether or not she found anything more than acquaintanceship with Alain, she would hate it if that came by anything but her being honest. Besides, he was a big wolf, he could take it.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 23, 2017 18:55:49 GMT -5
He didn't respond, only released a huffy snort. He walked away and disappeared behind his dragons wings; Ma'sir covered him as he finally managed to transform back. Hissing with pain, Alain grabbed a spare pair of trousers from one of the saddle bags and shimmied into them, before limping back out to sit down and wrap his wounds in bandages. 'He'll be healed by morning.' He growled, tightly wrapping his bleeding wounds.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 23, 2017 19:01:12 GMT -5
Iona shrugged. "Probably before if Valare finds a good priest on this island," she commented, eyes trailing downwards over him until she saw the wounds on his back. They were deep gashes -- oozing with blood and other manner of bodily liquids. Of course, trying to bandage your own back was pretty difficult, and mother always said she had a soft touch. She knew the offer was unlikely to go down well, but she tried anyway.
She cautiously stepped closer to him, kneeling down to his back. She put her arm around until he could see her hand -- a delicate thing with minute crystal's for nails.
"Let me?" she asked, hoping he'd hear that she only wanted to help -- not judge -- in her voice.
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 23, 2017 19:02:32 GMT -5
(Hello, I'm sorry, I went to bed after class! What's going on and where can I join??)
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 23, 2017 19:05:14 GMT -5
(Hello, I'm sorry, I went to bed after class! What's going on and where can I join??) [[basically, I should have gone to bed 4 minutes ago but I'm so tempted to see how Alain and thingy work out, so I'm staying up for just one more reply. After that, Bloodeh is all yours.]]
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 23, 2017 19:05:39 GMT -5
Alain visibly tensed as she knelt behind him- he evidently didn't appreciate people being there- and hesitated at her offer as he watched her hand drawn forth. After a moments deliberation he figured the worst she could do was make it hurt more, and slowly pressed the roll of bandages into her palm, quietly glaring at the ground in front of him and starting to pluck at the grass. He wasn't really sure why the girl was helping him- it was weird to him, he was only used to deep affection from his mother- he hadn't really done anything to warrant her kindness. Did she want something in return? He glanced at her over his shoulder, pushing his dreads out of the way for her to wrap his wound and not be bothered by them. Examining them, he decided it was about time he cut and take them out; he missed having his poofy, curled hair, but dreads were so much more practical. He figured he'd just put them back in if he needed to.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 23, 2017 19:06:45 GMT -5
((Hiya Sil! I'm going to skip to morning once Lily and I are done with Alain so we can move everyone back to their kingdoms and progress with plot!))
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 23, 2017 19:13:34 GMT -5
Alain visibly tensed as she knelt behind him- he evidently didn't appreciate people being there- and hesitated at her offer as he watched her hand drawn forth. After a moments deliberation he figured the worst she could do was make it hurt more, and slowly pressed the roll of bandages into her palm, quietly glaring at the ground in front of him and starting to pluck at the grass. He wasn't really sure why the girl was helping him- it was weird to him, he was only used to deep affection from his mother- he hadn't really done anything to warrant her kindness. Did she want something in return? He glanced at her over his shoulder, pushing his dreads out of the way for her to wrap his wound and not be bothered by them. Examining them, he decided it was about time he cut and take them out; he missed having his poofy, curled hair, but dreads were so much more practical. He figured he'd just put them back in if he needed to. Iona smiled. She appreciated his caution -- after all, Valare put the 'hell' in helicopter parenting. Touching his back wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world -- every time she felt hot. Something primal inside made her want to race and fight and...well, let's just say there was more than one way to release stress. But as she soothed over the wound with a little aloe water, and made sure each and every bandage was placed precisely, and wound up with care, she felt she owed him something -- a debt of gratitude, really. "Thanks...for saving us from Daniel. I know it sounds selfish, but if I died, the Isles would be leaderless. There'd be chaos," she said, silently sweating with a little fear over her consideration for the Crystal Isles, and how precarious her position now was. "Or you're mother would swoop in, take them, and give them to you as an 18th birthday present," she joked, hoping he didn't smell her fear -- or anything else she was feeling.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 23, 2017 19:18:35 GMT -5
[[Ok that's it I'm sleeping continue this in the morning bloodeh I'll be up at 8 or so. Night night!]]
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 23, 2017 19:21:12 GMT -5
He sat patiently- something rare for him- as she patched him up, slowly and quietly relaxing at her caring touches and the care she was taking with wrapping him up.
He then blinked at her as she thanked him, and frowned. 'Why would I let you all die?' He asked, turning to face her, very close to her body since he'd shifted to his side. 'That doesn't make any logical sense; none of you have done anything wrong. You all deserve to live. There's no need to thank me at all- it was the right thing to do.' He blinked at her slowly, examining the girl, wondering if she really was strong enough to care for the Isles- her heart was in the right place at least, and she'd stood up to his mother, which he could definitely respect.
Alain felt his lips twitch into something akin to a smile at her joke; 'she'd probably love to do that. She'd lasso me the moon itself if she could.' He said, a bitter, sour tone in his voice. 'She's too overbearing.' He murmured, looking away. 'Too jealous. Too defensive. Too angry.' There was irritation in his tone- he was speaking of himself now, and the traits he'd adopted from her. He didn't like being angry all of the time- he just was and he couldnt help it. the rage just boiled up and exploded from him in great rivulets, overflowing from every pore in his body. He'd see red and nothing more.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 23, 2017 19:21:33 GMT -5
((Aight see you then ^.^ g'night ^.^))
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 24, 2017 6:29:00 GMT -5
He sat patiently- something rare for him- as she patched him up, slowly and quietly relaxing at her caring touches and the care she was taking with wrapping him up. He then blinked at her as she thanked him, and frowned. 'Why would I let you all die?' He asked, turning to face her, very close to her body since he'd shifted to his side. 'That doesn't make any logical sense; none of you have done anything wrong. You all deserve to live. There's no need to thank me at all- it was the right thing to do.' He blinked at her slowly, examining the girl, wondering if she really was strong enough to care for the Isles- her heart was in the right place at least, and she'd stood up to his mother, which he could definitely respect. Alain felt his lips twitch into something akin to a smile at her joke; 'she'd probably love to do that. She'd lasso me the moon itself if she could.' He said, a bitter, sour tone in his voice. 'She's too overbearing.' He murmured, looking away. 'Too jealous. Too defensive. Too angry.' There was irritation in his tone- he was speaking of himself now, and the traits he'd adopted from her. He didn't like being angry all of the time- he just was and he couldnt help it. the rage just boiled up and exploded from him in great rivulets, overflowing from every pore in his body. He'd see red and nothing more. [[Well look who's too sick to go to college today ]] Her words brought a smile to her lips. It made her heart flutter, to think that he really did...care, about other people. After her experiences with Valare, she was unsure anyone from Zale'mas even could. She was glad she'd been proved wrong. She had just about finished her wrapping when he made his next statement -- about his mother. Iona made one last check, to assure herself everything was in place, before slinking round to face Alain head on, making sure he could see every statement of respect in her eyes. "Your mother was built for war. If the time came, when every Kingdom at the Kingsmeet was at war with another, she would make the most effective leader," she said, dipping her head -- knowing Inai would probably end her if she'd heard that. "But now, without purpose, she creates conflict where there is none -- fighting with Inai, creating an alliance between herself with Daniel," Not to mention dragging my country along with such an alliance, she said inside her mind, secretly bitter that the crystal isles had to go alone with whatever alliances Valare made. And therefore, any wars. "But you--" she started, looking at Alain directly -- quite inspired by what she saw in him. "You fight for justice. Your anger...it got you through the fight, with Daniel, didn't it? I dare say that your power is drawn from it. Anger, is only there to fuel your desires. Valare let's it fuel her desires for herself. You...you let it fuel your desires for others." By this point Iona realized she must have been blushing, she dipped her head to hide it -- probably ineffectively. "You'll make a very good King," she murmured.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 24, 2017 7:28:06 GMT -5
Alain watched her, his gaze slowly softening- something rare- towards the girl. When she dipped her head and complimented him, he very slowly reached out, pressing two fingers lightly beneath her chin and slowly tilting her head up, gazing down at her. 'Thankyou, Iona.' He murmured. 'And you are already a fine Queen.' He released her chin and looked away, feeling at the bandages. 'Thankyou for caring for my wounds.' He added, getting slowly to his feet and stretching his arms above his head, wincing with pain. The boy certainly looked much, much calmer; this in itself created a peaceful atmosphere, and he seemed almost gentle and elegant in his movements.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 24, 2017 7:38:03 GMT -5
Alain watched her, his gaze slowly softening- something rare- towards the girl. When she dipped her head and complimented him, he very slowly reached out, pressing two fingers lightly beneath her chin and slowly tilting her head up, gazing down at her. 'Thankyou, Iona.' He murmured. 'And you are already a fine Queen.' He released her chin and looked away, feeling at the bandages. 'Thankyou for caring for my wounds.' He added, getting slowly to his feet and stretching his arms above his head, wincing with pain. The boy certainly looked much, much calmer; this in itself created a peaceful atmosphere, and he seemed almost gentle and elegant in his movements. She avoided looking down again -- no matter how sure she was that her face was well and truly blushing. "Thank you," she said, hoping he could hear how much the compliment meant to her. Her rule was the most insecure thing in her life, and yet, the thing that needed to happen the most. "It..it's not been easy. I was last in line to the throne. I never expected this," she added, looking away for a second. The real reason it had not been easy was because she was family-less -- the death of just her mother would have been tough, but she'd lost her mother, father, five siblings, grandparents, uncles and aunts. It truly had not been an easy time. And she just wanted a little comfort -- somewhere, anywhere. She got up with him, her skirt flowing down behind her once again as the wind gently brushed it to the side. "I hope they heal well," she said. "It's rumored that the wounds inflicted by family take the longest to heal, with lycanthropes, but I'm sure that's just a rumour." She knew the conversation was near it's end -- but she didn't want to stop talking to him. She wanted to stay. "I..I have some healing crystals, up in my chambers, if you want them -- they might help," she said, meeting his eyes in a sure-fire look of hope.
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 24, 2017 8:27:21 GMT -5
(Is it the acid reflux again Lil? Or another sick today?)
(Also, I'm so tempted to skip my geology class today and just catch up with you all because we're going over samples today and I'm not feeling that.)
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 24, 2017 8:38:40 GMT -5
(Is it the acid reflux again Lil? Or another sick today?) (Also, I'm so tempted to skip my geology class today and just catch up with you all because we're going over samples today and I'm not feeling that.) [[Yeah pretty much, it hasn't faded since yesterday. I'm so hungry but I can't eat cause of it so I'm basically only having yogurt. And skip geology. I skipped human biology.]]
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 24, 2017 8:49:38 GMT -5
(Could you eat ice cream that always helps me when I get any softness of stomach issues? Or basic crackers or toast?)
(Alrighty, not going to geology then! Going to the clinic again today though for another vaccine and to check out a slightly bothersome mole!)
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