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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 25, 2017 18:06:51 GMT -5
((Ill set up a post for Valare and Tabir ))
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 25, 2017 18:11:09 GMT -5
Aurinda pulled off her own helmet, a few strands of loose hair hanging about her face now. She was Morcan silently and then glanced to Ulfric and arched a brow lightly, noting she wanted to talk to him later. Then her eyes moved towards the castle as well. That green piece of Tyrius had crashed into the courtyard. Without a word to the other Elites she took off then towards the castle.
Soon she arrived and spotted Katherine kneeling there with a strange new dragon, she paused there for a few moments before carefully, gently approaching. "Hello." she greeted softly, keeping her voice soft and low as to not completely disarm and startle this new dragon. His shimmering scales and overall appearance was rather break taking and she couldn't help but smile at the sight of him.
(Hello Lily!)
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 25, 2017 18:15:34 GMT -5
Alain heaved a deep sigh as he buckled up the packs on Ma'sir, add slid his Diploma of Magic into one of the saddlebags. His beautiful dragon had grown twice her old size in the last year, due to the over abundance of Obsidian on the Crystal Isles. She was massive, and powerful. And he was just as strong. He'd filled out as well in the past year; grown an extra two inches taller, gained plenty of muscle, and was looking much more like the man he'd eventually be- if not already. Stretching his arms above his head he tugged his furs about his shoulders, and swung up onto Ma'sir's saddle. The scent of Iona lingering in his nostrils, it was finally time to head home. He vaguely wondered if Tabir would appreciate him no longer having dreads.
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It took a full day and a half to reach home. He'd sent word that he would be coming back on a Raven two days prior to leaving the Isles, and knew his mother would be beside herself with excitement to see him. He prepared himself for her fussing, but found that he had missed her... as much as she angered him, and as much as he hated his father, they were still his parents. Ma'sir circled above the castle and released a deep roar, noticing Krampus. She'd level his size now. She soared down and landed heavily but gracefully, and proudly reared her head to look over at him. She slowly bent her head in a respectful greeting. Ma'sir had also learned to control her Aggression whilst they were away, which Alain was happy about. However, there was one unfortunate thing he hadn't learnt to control whilst he was away.
Glancing at the position of the moon, he flinched to see it would be a full one that night. Alain still couldn't retrieve his consciousness on a full moon. He was forced violently into his transformation- as was every other werewolf- and unlike his father and mother, had absolutely no self restraint over it, and had no idea what he was doing. He'd killed many people. Luckily, the academy had a place to lock up Lycans, and so it hadn't been a problem there. But he really hated the cell he had to be kept in at home- his parents would watch him most of the night to ensure he couldn't escape.
He finally slid down from Ma'sir and grabbed a few of his belongings- the rest disappeared at a murmur of magic, and would reappear on his bed- and gazed towards the castle doors. He took a deep breath, and began to walk.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 25, 2017 18:20:30 GMT -5
Aurinda pulled off her own helmet, a few strands of loose hair hanging about her face now. She was Morcan silently and then glanced to Ulfric and arched a brow lightly, noting she wanted to talk to him later. Then her eyes moved towards the castle as well. That green piece of Tyrius had crashed into the courtyard. Without a word to the other Elites she took off then towards the castle. Soon she arrived and spotted Katherine kneeling there with a strange new dragon, she paused there for a few moments before carefully, gently approaching. "Hello." she greeted softly, keeping her voice soft and low as to not completely disarm and startle this new dragon. His shimmering scales and overall appearance was rather break taking and she couldn't help but smile at the sight of him. (Hello Lily!) Katherine looked up at her second, her eyes wide and filled with horror. 'He's just a baby.' She whispered, tears already filling her eyes and dripping down her cheeks. She knew Tyrius was currently experiencing all he'd been through in the past 337 years, and was why he was so disorientated. 'He- he hurt a baby.' She hugged Tyrius as he began to tremble, and continued to slowly stroke his back, trying to not cry and come across as weak to all watching- but she couldn't help it. This hurt her- it had cut her deeply. For Daniel to turn such a sweet, innocent thing into... a monster.... she couldn't stand it.
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 25, 2017 18:23:16 GMT -5
Aurinda set down her helmet and approached the two and knelt down to Katherine's side. She tugged off her gloves and set them to the side before gently running one hand along Tyrius' snout. It was true, he was still so young and she could see the confusion in his gaze. Aurinda bit her lip and then placed her other hand gently to Katherine's shoulder, "It's alright." she murmured to both equally. She leaned her head down then and rested it to Tyrius' forehead and let out a sigh, "It's going to be alright."
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 25, 2017 18:40:28 GMT -5
Alain heaved a deep sigh as he buckled up the packs on Ma'sir, add slid his Diploma of Magic into one of the saddlebags. His beautiful dragon had grown twice her old size in the last year, due to the over abundance of Obsidian on the Crystal Isles. She was massive, and powerful. And he was just as strong. He'd filled out as well in the past year; grown an extra two inches taller, gained plenty of muscle, and was looking much more like the man he'd eventually be- if not already. Stretching his arms above his head he tugged his furs about his shoulders, and swung up onto Ma'sir's saddle. The scent of Iona lingering in his nostrils, it was finally time to head home. He vaguely wondered if Tabir would appreciate him no longer having dreads. --- It took a full day and a half to reach home. He'd sent word that he would be coming back on a Raven two days prior to leaving the Isles, and knew his mother would be beside herself with excitement to see him. He prepared himself for her fussing, but found that he had missed her... as much as she angered him, and as much as he hated his father, they were still his parents. Ma'sir circled above the castle and released a deep roar, noticing Krampus. She'd level his size now. She soared down and landed heavily but gracefully, and proudly reared her head to look over at him. She slowly bent her head in a respectful greeting. Ma'sir had also learned to control her Aggression whilst they were away, which Alain was happy about. However, there was one unfortunate thing he hadn't learnt to control whilst he was away. Glancing at the position of the moon, he flinched to see it would be a full one that night. Alain still couldn't retrieve his consciousness on a full moon. He was forced violently into his transformation- as was every other werewolf- and unlike his father and mother, had absolutely no self restraint over it, and had no idea what he was doing. He'd killed many people. Luckily, the academy had a place to lock up Lycans, and so it hadn't been a problem there. But he really hated the cell he had to be kept in at home- his parents would watch him most of the night to ensure he couldn't escape. He finally slid down from Ma'sir and grabbed a few of his belongings- the rest disappeared at a murmur of magic, and would reappear on his bed- and gazed towards the castle doors. He took a deep breath, and began to walk. [['mback! Ok, so tell me if you want to edit the parents response. Cause this was only an idea on how I could redeem Valare.]] Ma'sir's roar was distinct -- a surefire sign that he was here. Tabir leant his hands over the battle-table. It had only been a year, but he looked like he'd aged twenty. His face was without a hint of make up and he now aged in his forties. He didn't like it this way -- but it had to be this way. He couldn't look after his looks anymore...cause he had to look after someone else. "You hear that, Valare?" he asked tenderly. "Alain's here." Valare didn't look up. She sat in the same place she'd remained for days -- in her nightgown, on a chair, hair tangled and messed. She only got up to relieve herself, and only used her hand to sign orders of combat 'suggested' by Emperor Daniel's envoy's. He had tried everything -- everything -- to get her back. But it was like she wasn't there anymore. "Oh," she said, at the mention of Alain's name. "Tell him I said hello," she said, as if he was just a passing traveler. As soon as the doors opened, and the messenger had been sent up to tell him Alain had landed, Tabir marched down. He was now dressed as any warrior would be -- all clad in leather, stubble on his face -- he was the 'man' Alain always wanted him to be. With one exception -- he now hated his son. The moment he faced Alain a slap landed across his cheek. "How dare you," he whispered. "how dare you," he repeated louder. "You might have thought it was funny, disappearing to the Isles with that...that weak-willed child of a Queen. But when you enter the tactical room, and see what used to be your mother, tell me if it was all worth it." The fury and venom in his eyes wasn't born out of true hatred -- but was born out of pain, and hurt. "Go to hell, Alain," the King-consort finally spat before heading back down the hallway -- seeing to other castledom duties. *** [[gonna work on a Caristonia/Katherine opener Bloodeh? ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 25, 2017 18:41:51 GMT -5
[[[Semi-decent excuse: Ok it really isn't semi decent. Basically I'm just all over the place now Idek why. I don't know if it was because of the illness or what, I just know I'm really scatterbrained right now.]]
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 25, 2017 18:42:08 GMT -5
After a while the two seemed to relax, and Tyrius looked well and truly lost. His mind reached out to theirs and connected with ease. Help... I don't understand. he whimpered. 'It's okay, Tyrius.' Katherine whispered, stroking his cheek. 'I can't help you understand why he did it- I can only confirm that he did. Stay with us. We'll take care of you, sweetheart.' Whisper landed nearby and curiously looked over, her head tilted and nose twitching. Tyrius shivered as she spoke to him, and pushed his head closer to the two women, needing their comfort now.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 25, 2017 18:43:38 GMT -5
[[[Semi-decent excuse: Ok it really isn't semi decent. Basically I'm just all over the place now Idek why. I don't know if it was because of the illness or what, I just know I'm really scatterbrained right now.]] ((Awh it's okay Lily xx))
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 25, 2017 18:48:57 GMT -5
Alain heaved a deep sigh as he buckled up the packs on Ma'sir, add slid his Diploma of Magic into one of the saddlebags. His beautiful dragon had grown twice her old size in the last year, due to the over abundance of Obsidian on the Crystal Isles. She was massive, and powerful. And he was just as strong. He'd filled out as well in the past year; grown an extra two inches taller, gained plenty of muscle, and was looking much more like the man he'd eventually be- if not already. Stretching his arms above his head he tugged his furs about his shoulders, and swung up onto Ma'sir's saddle. The scent of Iona lingering in his nostrils, it was finally time to head home. He vaguely wondered if Tabir would appreciate him no longer having dreads. --- It took a full day and a half to reach home. He'd sent word that he would be coming back on a Raven two days prior to leaving the Isles, and knew his mother would be beside herself with excitement to see him. He prepared himself for her fussing, but found that he had missed her... as much as she angered him, and as much as he hated his father, they were still his parents. Ma'sir circled above the castle and released a deep roar, noticing Krampus. She'd level his size now. She soared down and landed heavily but gracefully, and proudly reared her head to look over at him. She slowly bent her head in a respectful greeting. Ma'sir had also learned to control her Aggression whilst they were away, which Alain was happy about. However, there was one unfortunate thing he hadn't learnt to control whilst he was away. Glancing at the position of the moon, he flinched to see it would be a full one that night. Alain still couldn't retrieve his consciousness on a full moon. He was forced violently into his transformation- as was every other werewolf- and unlike his father and mother, had absolutely no self restraint over it, and had no idea what he was doing. He'd killed many people. Luckily, the academy had a place to lock up Lycans, and so it hadn't been a problem there. But he really hated the cell he had to be kept in at home- his parents would watch him most of the night to ensure he couldn't escape. He finally slid down from Ma'sir and grabbed a few of his belongings- the rest disappeared at a murmur of magic, and would reappear on his bed- and gazed towards the castle doors. He took a deep breath, and began to walk. [['mback! Ok, so tell me if you want to edit the parents response. Cause this was only an idea on how I could redeem Valare.]] Ma'sir's roar was distinct -- a surefire sign that he was here. Tabir leant his hands over the battle-table. It had only been a year, but he looked like he'd aged twenty. His face was without a hint of make up and he now aged in his forties. He didn't like it this way -- but it had to be this way. He couldn't look after his looks anymore...cause he had to look after someone else. "You hear that, Valare?" he asked tenderly. "Alain's here." Valare didn't look up. She sat in the same place she'd remained for days -- in her nightgown, on a chair, hair tangled and messed. She only got up to relieve herself, and only used her hand to sign orders of combat 'suggested' by Emperor Daniel's envoy's. He had tried everything -- everything -- to get her back. But it was like she wasn't there anymore. "Oh," she said, at the mention of Alain's name. "Tell him I said hello," she said, as if he was just a passing traveler. As soon as the doors opened, and the messenger had been sent up to tell him Alain had landed, Tabir marched down. He was now dressed as any warrior would be -- all clad in leather, stubble on his face -- he was the 'man' Alain always wanted him to be. With one exception -- he now hated his son. The moment he faced Alain a slap landed across his cheek. "How dare you," he whispered. "how dare you," he repeated louder. "You might have thought it was funny, disappearing to the Isles with that...that weak-willed child of a Queen. But when you enter the tactical room, and see what used to be your mother, tell me if it was all worth it." The fury and venom in his eyes wasn't born out of true hatred -- but was born out of pain, and hurt. "Go to hell, Alain," the King-consort finally spat before heading back down the hallway -- seeing to other castledom duties. *** [[gonna work on a Caristonia/Katherine opener Bloodeh? ]] ((Maybe have her arrive at Varezi so they can seal an alliance?)) Alain's only reaction was a blink of surprise. He barely felt the sting of the slap- he'd had way worse- but the action in itself had been enough to take him aback. He didn't feel the old anger rise up in his chest, only a severe sense of confusion. Uh... what?I went to the Isles so I could better protect Zale'mas. he thought to himself, frowning deeply. Iona was there too, yes, and she was worth every second of painful studying and getting my a** beat- but i stayed. I don't...? shaking his head with confusion, he rubbed his cheek and figured he might as well go up to the tactical room as his father had suggested. He knocked lightly and curiously entered, casting his gaze around before it landed on his mother. He glanced her over, then closed the door. 'Ma?' He warily asked, tilting his head slightly. He moved about the room so he could get into her line of vision, but he was most definitely keeping his distance from her, not liking this at all. He half wished she'd slap him too. At least then he could get an idea of what on earth had happened in the year he'd been gone.
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 25, 2017 18:49:39 GMT -5
Aurinda nodded softly to him, "You're with us now." she murmured to him gently, her fingers tracing gentle circles over his scales as she held to him gently, "Are you hungry Tyrius?" she asked softly. Food always helped to comfort a bit, and being locked away like that for so long, he had to have some appetite.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 25, 2017 18:50:18 GMT -5
((It seems quite OOC for her bc she's been presented as such a powerful character? That's my only qualm! Is she going to recover?))
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 25, 2017 18:53:14 GMT -5
Aurinda nodded softly to him, "You're with us now." she murmured to him gently, her fingers tracing gentle circles over his scales as she held to him gently, "Are you hungry Tyrius?" she asked softly. Food always helped to comfort a bit, and being locked away like that for so long, he had to have some appetite. The hatchling chirped softly and half-closed his eyes, her tracing of his scales relaxing him slowly. Yes, please. he answered her, wagging his tail slightly but still looking stressed. 'Whisper? Go get Tyrius some meat?' Katherine called. The she-dragon hurried away to grab some of her meal from that morning.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 25, 2017 18:59:58 GMT -5
((Maybe have her arrive at Varezi so they can seal an alliance?)) Alain's only reaction was a blink of surprise. He barely felt the sting of the slap- he'd had way worse- but the action in itself had been enough to take him aback. He didn't feel the old anger rise up in his chest, only a severe sense of confusion. Uh... what?I went to the Isles so I could better protect Zale'mas. he thought to himself, frowning deeply. Iona was there too, yes, and she was worth every second of painful studying and getting my a** beat- but i stayed. I don't...? shaking his head with confusion, he rubbed his cheek and figured he might as well go up to the tactical room as his father had suggested. He knocked lightly and curiously entered, casting his gaze around before it landed on his mother. He glanced her over, then closed the door. 'Ma?' He warily asked, tilting his head slightly. He moved about the room so he could get into her line of vision, but he was most definitely keeping his distance from her, not liking this at all. He half wished she'd slap him too. At least then he could get an idea of what on earth had happened in the year he'd been gone. The servants had gone, until the expected time. Valare didn't really notice. She didn't really notice anything. Nothing really....mattered, anymore. She'd made her bed. But she couldn't lie in it. She didn't want to die -- just fade, fade away until she was nothing. It would be a blessing if the people she'd once loved would just forget about her, like she'd forgot about them. But what was this? A new smell in the room. Oh. That's nice. It didn't make much difference really -- the castle would be burning. All she would think would be "okay". This smell was familiar -- it smelt a bit like her. The motivation came for her to flick her eyes upwards and it took her a good few seconds to remember who it was. But eventually she cracked half a smile, before it faded away. "Alain," she said plainly, not happy but not sad.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 25, 2017 19:03:26 GMT -5
((It seems quite OOC for her bc she's been presented as such a powerful character? That's my only qualm! Is she going to recover?)) [[It does...I guess I'm trying to do kind of severe depression kind of thing. Her whole character was based off of inferiority complexes, so I tried to think realistically if she would have been given more inferiority, less control over her situation, backed into an alliance she doesn't like and if she's been separated from her son who she loves to death...severe depression might be a protection from overwhelming emotions that came into place. But yeah we can play around with it and switch things up if you want. Oh, and here's iona's starter]] ”I’ll be waiting every moment, Alain—“ Iona had promised. ”Every single one"For a whole year now, she’d been without the nightmares. Alain’s arms around her had scared them away – even the spirits in the air had been scared away by him. But for first night in a whole year, they’d come back. But this time it wasn’t her family being torn apart. It was him. It was her. It was their family. The one she wanted so badly one day. Monsters from another world came and overtook them -- mashing up their bones and shredding their flesh beneath their teeth while she was still alive. So much screaming. So much shouting. So. Much. Blood. By the time she awoke, she was shivering in a cold sweat. Her eyes were widened and her whole body trembled – sleep was not peaceful anymore. Clearly, she had been making some noise, because Hyptioties came into the room. He ran to her bedside, and by the time he was there, Iona was clearly awakened and prepared for battle. Because what Emperor Daniel’s assassins didn’t know was that they could dress in Hyptioties armour, they could perfect his accent – but they had yet to master the ability, to perfect a werewolves scent. The fight continued for quite some time. No doubt, the real Hyptioties would be being rescued by Archerodies, so she was on her own. Crystals smashed, and Alain had left her with a lot of magically embewed crystals, as well as the knowledge of a few basic spells, but this assassin was very good – the best yet. Finally, he was over-taken by loss of blood before Iona was. The healing crystals had saved her life. Once he died Arch and Hyp came running in, finally distracted from their own battles. They found her in her nightie – sprawled across the glass covered floor, hair tangled and blood pouring. She dragged herself up. “We’ll call for the physicians ma’am,” they said, but Iona pulled herself back and shook her head. She’d heal herself . “No, get me Kalamine. And pack me a bag – I’m going to Vizari. I need to see the Queen.” And half a day later, she was there – at the doors of Katherine’s castle, waiting for her. Begging that she would come. ***
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 25, 2017 19:07:06 GMT -5
Alain examined her for a little while longer in complete silence, before the wolf in him turned to aggressive disdain at the sight of such a weak and pathetic Alpha. 'Look at the state of you.' He said, no venom nor anger in his tone, a simple statement. 'You're an absolute mess. Ancients forbid the people see you in this state, mother. Is this what happens because I leave for a year? I left to study.' He flung his diploma across the room, and it slid to a halt at her feet.
'I graduated with 100% in every single one of the exams; Written, Mental, Physical, and Spiritual.' He told her, raising his chin slightly. 'Maybe you'd have known that if you'd read the letters I wrote to you. I think I've had two replies.' He began to pace, back and forth, before coming to a halt again and once more focusing his stare on her, Amber flecks glimmering in his eyes. The moon had its effects even when it wasn't night yet. He could feel the aggression and anger finally starting to coil in his stomach. 'And is that all you have to say to me, mother?' He snarled, baring his fangs at her. 'My name? Am I worth nothing more than just a name to you, now? You don't deserve that throne. It's no wonder you're not sitting in it.' He hissed, before striding to the door, fully intending on leaving this stupid damn castle and all of its inhabitants behind. He'd been home for ten minutes- and already it felt like he was once again living inside of a bomb shelter.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 25, 2017 19:11:52 GMT -5
Katherine heard the dragon arrive and looked up with alarm. Covered in blood, she wouldn't exactly make for the most welcoming sight, but she had no choice. 'Keep an eye on him.' She told Aurinda, before hurrying away. Making it through the courtyard she rounded the castle, spotting... Caristiona? 'Iona?' She called, approaching her and sliding her sword into its sheathe. 'You've- come at a bad time. What is it? Are you alright? Are the Isles safe?' She questioned, her tone commanding, still in battle-mode and hyped up from the fight.
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 25, 2017 19:13:18 GMT -5
Aurinda nodded softly to him, "You're with us now." she murmured to him gently, her fingers tracing gentle circles over his scales as she held to him gently, "Are you hungry Tyrius?" she asked softly. Food always helped to comfort a bit, and being locked away like that for so long, he had to have some appetite. The hatchling chirped softly and half-closed his eyes, her tracing of his scales relaxing him slowly. Yes, please. he answered her, wagging his tail slightly but still looking stressed. 'Whisper? Go get Tyrius some meat?' Katherine called. The she-dragon hurried away to grab some of her meal from that morning. Aurinda smiled gently at the response from Tyrius and then settled herself down into the ground a bit more. She then paused a moment and tugged off her pauldrons and pulled off her breastplate as well, setting them both to the side. Then her arms were back onto Tyrius, her head against his temple as she'd moved to the side a bit, one arm draped over his neck and the other over his snout.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 25, 2017 19:17:20 GMT -5
He quietly shuffled forwards enough to sit down, watching as Katherine ran away. He fully turned his attention onto Aurinda, nuzzling his head against her chest and closing his four eyes. Whisper finally returned, carrying half a deer carcass in her mouth. She walked over to him, her soft belly dragging across the floor in a show of friendly submission, that she wouldn't harm him- and set it down before him, before backing away. He hesitantly turned away from Aurinda and settled down, tucking in his legs like a cat might, before starting to daintily pick at the meat on the carcass.
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 25, 2017 19:22:51 GMT -5
Aurinda smiled as he nuzzled close to her and she sighed gently. As the food was brought back she glanced up and patted his snout gently before adjusting once more and watching him eat. She enjoyed watching how careful he was about it and after a few moments of silence she finally spoke again, "My name is Aurinda by the way." she told him lightly.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 25, 2017 19:27:52 GMT -5
Hello, Aurinda. I am Tyrius. he politely replied, not looking up from his food, all of his eyes closed with relaxation. He was warm, had food, and had comfort- he was slowly starting to fully calm down. Flicking his tail slightly, he tugged a large piece of meat from the carcass and opened one eye to glance at her with curiosity.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 25, 2017 19:32:01 GMT -5
Alain examined her for a little while longer in complete silence, before the wolf in him turned to aggressive disdain at the sight of such a weak and pathetic Alpha. 'Look at the state of you.' He said, no venom nor anger in his tone, a simple statement. 'You're an absolute mess. Ancients forbid the people see you in this state, mother. Is this what happens because I leave for a year? I left to study.' He flung his diploma across the room, and it slid to a halt at her feet. 'I graduated with 100% in every single one of the exams; Written, Mental, Physical, and Spiritual.' He told her, raising his chin slightly. 'Maybe you'd have known that if you'd read the letters I wrote to you. I think I've had two replies.' He began to pace, back and forth, before coming to a halt again and once more focusing his stare on her, Amber flecks glimmering in his eyes. The moon had its effects even when it wasn't night yet. He could feel the aggression and anger finally starting to coil in his stomach. 'And is that all you have to say to me, mother?' He snarled, baring his fangs at her. 'My name? Am I worth nothing more than just a name to you, now? You don't deserve that throne. It's no wonder you're not sitting in it.' He hissed, before striding to the door, fully intending on leaving this stupid damn castle and all of its inhabitants behind. He'd been home for ten minutes- and already it felt like he was once again living inside of a bomb shelter. She heard everything, of course. But how much more pain could she feel? It didn't matter anymore. Eventually if you carry too much weight, you are truly squashed. It doesn't matter what else is put on you then -- squashed is squashed. She supposed she missed some of it -- the pride, the happiness. But none of that came alone -- it all came with the pain. And the pain would squash her again. The sadness, the confusion, the hurt...and most of all, the guilt. For all she knew, she could have killed her only chance at a grandchild -- just for her own sake of power. No, this was her punishment. She'd gladly swap places with Tremor now, as long as she no longer had to feel the pain. The pain that was now starting to trickle back. "I'm sorry Alain," she whispered as he left the room, one tear slipping down from her eyes. "I'm sorry I'm not strong enough." And once he had left the room, the other parent could see him -- where Valare's anger had waxed, Tabir's had waned. "Oh no, oh no no no," he said, bumping right into his son. "You're not going anywhere, darling. You're going to help me fix her. Gods damnit, I can't run this country alone!" he snapped, giving his son a sure-fire look that he meant business. *** Katherine heard the dragon arrive and looked up with alarm. Covered in blood, she wouldn't exactly make for the most welcoming sight, but she had no choice. 'Keep an eye on him.' She told Aurinda, before hurrying away. Making it through the courtyard she rounded the castle, spotting... Caristiona? 'Iona?' She called, approaching her and sliding her sword into its sheathe. 'You've- come at a bad time. What is it? Are you alright? Are the Isles safe?' She questioned, her tone commanding, still in battle-mode and hyped up from the fight. "No," Iona replied, getting straight down to buisness. Her hair was still a mess, she'd had time to chuck on a cut-away skirt but still had bare legs and a leather crop vest on, but that was it -- the Queen was without her crown. "Valare's trying to kill me. By using Brah'gan swords. She won't stop there -- she wants my country. She wants all of our countries. Her and Daniel are a political match made in hell and you can be sure that she's supplying him with troops." She stopped -- she knew Katherine was bloodied from battle. They all were. The emperor would destroy them all. Valare would too. She'll be a very lonely high Queen with all her subjects dead, Caristonia said to herself with venom. But then she stopped -- remembering where she was. "I...I can't supply you with much. The Isles are small. But you can have our mages, and our crystals. I just need help -- help to free my country from Zale'mas, and Valare." It wasn't a very convincing offer, but it was literally all she had. Her mother always told her a queen wouldn't beg -- but she admired Katherine, and everything she did for Vizari. The woman had made so much for herself, in so little time. "P..Please, your majesty," Caristonia said, dipping her head slowly. [[So, I must leave now, for sleeping. To free up Katherine just get her to say 'we'll talk more in the morning ur tired child go sleep' or something like that? soz for leaving in the middle of a thingy but I'm so tired. Night.]]
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 25, 2017 19:32:50 GMT -5
Aurinda watched him quietly and tugged her hair out of it's bun as she did so to occupy herself, once tugged loose she then braided it back into a loose braid down her back. She smiled lightly as he looked over to her and tipped her head lightly to the side, "Do you have anything to ask?" she inquired lightly to him, flicking back some of her hair.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 25, 2017 19:43:36 GMT -5
Alain examined her for a little while longer in complete silence, before the wolf in him turned to aggressive disdain at the sight of such a weak and pathetic Alpha. 'Look at the state of you.' He said, no venom nor anger in his tone, a simple statement. 'You're an absolute mess. Ancients forbid the people see you in this state, mother. Is this what happens because I leave for a year? I left to study.' He flung his diploma across the room, and it slid to a halt at her feet. 'I graduated with 100% in every single one of the exams; Written, Mental, Physical, and Spiritual.' He told her, raising his chin slightly. 'Maybe you'd have known that if you'd read the letters I wrote to you. I think I've had two replies.' He began to pace, back and forth, before coming to a halt again and once more focusing his stare on her, Amber flecks glimmering in his eyes. The moon had its effects even when it wasn't night yet. He could feel the aggression and anger finally starting to coil in his stomach. 'And is that all you have to say to me, mother?' He snarled, baring his fangs at her. 'My name? Am I worth nothing more than just a name to you, now? You don't deserve that throne. It's no wonder you're not sitting in it.' He hissed, before striding to the door, fully intending on leaving this stupid damn castle and all of its inhabitants behind. He'd been home for ten minutes- and already it felt like he was once again living inside of a bomb shelter. She heard everything, of course. But how much more pain could she feel? It didn't matter anymore. Eventually if you carry too much weight, you are truly squashed. It doesn't matter what else is put on you then -- squashed is squashed. She supposed she missed some of it -- the pride, the happiness. But none of that came alone -- it all came with the pain. And the pain would squash her again. The sadness, the confusion, the hurt...and most of all, the guilt. For all she knew, she could have killed her only chance at a grandchild -- just for her own sake of power. No, this was her punishment. She'd gladly swap places with Tremor now, as long as she no longer had to feel the pain. The pain that was now starting to trickle back. "I'm sorry Alain," she whispered as he left the room, one tear slipping down from her eyes. "I'm sorry I'm not strong enough." And once he had left the room, the other parent could see him -- where Valare's anger had waxed, Tabir's had waned. "Oh no, oh no no no," he said, bumping right into his son. "You're not going anywhere, darling. You're going to help me fix her. Gods damnit, I can't run this country alone!" he snapped, giving his son a sure-fire look that he meant business. *** Katherine heard the dragon arrive and looked up with alarm. Covered in blood, she wouldn't exactly make for the most welcoming sight, but she had no choice. 'Keep an eye on him.' She told Aurinda, before hurrying away. Making it through the courtyard she rounded the castle, spotting... Caristiona? 'Iona?' She called, approaching her and sliding her sword into its sheathe. 'You've- come at a bad time. What is it? Are you alright? Are the Isles safe?' She questioned, her tone commanding, still in battle-mode and hyped up from the fight. "No," Iona replied, getting straight down to buisness. Her hair was still a mess, she'd had time to chuck on a cut-away skirt but still had bare legs and a leather crop vest on, but that was it -- the Queen was without her crown. "Valare's trying to kill me. By using Brah'gan swords. She won't stop there -- she wants my country. She wants all of our countries. Her and Daniel are a political match made in hell and you can be sure that she's supplying him with troops." She stopped -- she knew Katherine was bloodied from battle. They all were. The emperor would destroy them all. Valare would too. She'll be a very lonely high Queen with all her subjects dead, Caristonia said to herself with venom. But then she stopped -- remembering where she was. "I...I can't supply you with much. The Isles are small. But you can have our mages, and our crystals. I just need help -- help to free my country from Zale'mas, and Valare." It wasn't a very convincing offer, but it was literally all she had. Her mother always told her a queen wouldn't beg -- but she admired Katherine, and everything she did for Varezi. The woman had made so much for herself, in so little time. "P..Please, your majesty," Caristonia said, dipping her head slowly. [[So, I must leave now, for sleeping. To free up Katherine just get her to say 'we'll talk more in the morning ur tired child go sleep' or something like that? soz for leaving in the middle of a thingy but I'm so tired. Night.]] 'I cannot fix something that is very clearly broken. She is lost inside of her own mind and until she realises that happiness does not lie with power and fear, THEN she will come back to us.' He snarled, before sliding his hands up to his head, struggling to calm himself down and steady his breathing. Soft skin- lips on his neck. Her gentle scent and the light caress of hair falling over his cheek. He took in a deep breath. He was calm. He lowered his hands and glared at Tabir. 'No- you can't. Because you spent too much time focusing on your looks and s*x rather than learning how to run a country. You never prepared. If she'd died you'd have been lost.' He shoved Tabir back. It was immediately evident that his physical strength had greatened. 'Useless old wh*re.' He snarled, taking a step back and striding away, before raising his voice as he passed by a messenger. 'I want every advisor to the crown in the tactical room in half an hour. If they're not there, your head will be instead.' The messenger released a shrill sound of panic and immediately sprinted away, eyes wide. Alain turned a corner to his room and strode inside, quickly getting himself dressed. Tugging on skin-tight black trousers, sliding a belt through them- boots, a plain white jerkin slightly frilled at the collar and cuffs, and then a black robe. He took hold of his crown, which had been sitting on his desk since he'd left, and carefully polished it. Almost done- he checked the time. Ten minutes. He slid the crown onto his head and faced himself in the mirror, already feeling stronger. If his mother could not run the country, then he would have to do it himself. --- Katherine shook her head and placed her hands on Iona's shoulders. 'Iona- calm- slow down. It's alright.' She soothed her. 'Why don't you rest and we can discuss this further in the morning? My husband is returned and there is a lot of desperate business I need to see to. I'm sorry I can't talk right now.' She waved a soldier over. 'She will take you to your room, sweetheart- please, rest. Come to the throne room in the morning and we can speak over dinner.'
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 25, 2017 19:44:32 GMT -5
Aurinda watched him quietly and tugged her hair out of it's bun as she did so to occupy herself, once tugged loose she then braided it back into a loose braid down her back. She smiled lightly as he looked over to her and tipped her head lightly to the side, "Do you have anything to ask?" she inquired lightly to him, flicking back some of her hair. No. Tyrius replied, sounding defensive as he shuffled away from her slightly, now looking wary and very nervous, as though he didn't trust her- but he had only just met her, so it wasn't surprising.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 25, 2017 19:51:14 GMT -5
((I'm going now as well, goodnight!))
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 25, 2017 19:53:37 GMT -5
Aurinda smiled gently to him and moved to his side and placed her hand on one of his feet, her fingers going back to tracing circles once more. "How about I tell you about me?" she suggested lightly, "Then you know who I am." she paused a moment and thought where to start. "Firstly, I was born here in Varezi, I was chosen by Alchemia at the age of 14 while I was a maid here for the royal family. Then Katherine arrived to be wed to the youngest of the two sons and I became her handmaiden. After awhile she moved to become Queen under particular circumstances and I was promoted to an Elite and a shield-sister to the queen." she left out that parts about Tyrius' previous, terrible owner.
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 25, 2017 19:53:55 GMT -5
(Goodnight!)
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Post by Nighteyes on Jan 26, 2017 3:01:35 GMT -5
Ulfric made his way back inside of the castle, and he began to pass through the courtyard. "...woah..." He said, staring at Tyrius. He'd seen the object fall, but he didn't expect to see this.
Aiden stood in the throne room, his sword dripping with the blood if three soldiers who had made it inside. He looked down at the bodies with disgust, before jabbing his sword into the throat of the one on the right, smirking as the man, who had been trying to play dead, let out a choked gurgle.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 26, 2017 10:44:33 GMT -5
'I cannot fix something that is very clearly broken. She is lost inside of her own mind and until she realises that happiness does not lie with power and fear, THEN she will come back to us.' He snarled, before sliding his hands up to his head, struggling to calm himself down and steady his breathing. Soft skin- lips on his neck. Her gentle scent and the light caress of hair falling over his cheek. He took in a deep breath. He was calm. He lowered his hands and glared at Tabir. 'No- you can't. Because you spent too much time focusing on your looks and s*x rather than learning how to run a country. You never prepared. If she'd died you'd have been lost.' He shoved Tabir back. It was immediately evident that his physical strength had greatened. 'Useless old wh*re.' He snarled, taking a step back and striding away, before raising his voice as he passed by a messenger. 'I want every advisor to the crown in the tactical room in half an hour. If they're not there, your head will be instead.' The messenger released a shrill sound of panic and immediately sprinted away, eyes wide. Alain turned a corner to his room and strode inside, quickly getting himself dressed. Tugging on skin-tight black trousers, sliding a belt through them- boots, a plain white jerkin slightly frilled at the collar and cuffs, and then a black robe. He took hold of his crown, which had been sitting on his desk since he'd left, and carefully polished it. Almost done- he checked the time. Ten minutes. He slid the crown onto his head and faced himself in the mirror, already feeling stronger. If his mother could not run the country, then he would have to do it himself. [[Ok so I realise I'm almost godmodding the plot. So please, please please step in and direct me on this. This is your show. Was wondering if Tabir with or without Alain could go look for Illiana, who's a very good healer. More of her history can be revealed, because Tabir will really know it, and in return for her healing powers on Valare to make her better, they let the werewolves have equal rights. It ties it in with the WW plot a bit. Then, once Valare is better, she cuts Alain off from the crown because she was 'too soft on him' and he's now being 'controlled by the Isles Queen'. Alain goes back to Iona, and they fight the Isles together for Alain's crown. Thoughts?]] Tabir wished, probably more than anyone else, that Alain had spoken the truth. All he ever wanted to be was a show girl -- a trophy husband to be looked at and taken care of. That was who he really was, and for 50 years he'd been able to be that man -- as Valare's side, wanting for nothing...except maybe a less b*tchy son. Now, he was hardened. He had felt the anger inside of him, welling up and spitting out fire and blood all over his emotional complexes. He wished more than anything it wasn't there, because really, he wasn't that man. "And who are you, Alain," he spat, finding Alain in his room -- in his crown. "You're the son of a useless old w*ore and a senile old husk of a woman. Think you can run this country? You can't even run yourself! As soon as night falls you'll destroy everything around you and what then? Think the people will follow you then?" He marched up to his child, pulled him around and stood so close to his face Alain could feel the spittle projecting onto him as his father spoke. "For beastia's sake make sure you're locked away when that happens. Or else you'll kill the only thing of value I have left in this godsforsaken kingdom -- the senile old woman on that chair, wasting away because she sold herself to a mad emperor -- all for the sake of her pathetic, ungrateful maggot of a son!" At that point he vanished -- using some magic he had left saved up. He could have fought his son, but he didn't want to...there was other things on his mind. Katherine shook her head and placed her hands on Iona's shoulders. 'Iona- calm- slow down. It's alright.' She soothed her. 'Why don't you rest and we can discuss this further in the morning? My husband is returned and there is a lot of desperate business I need to see to. I'm sorry I can't talk right now.' She waved a soldier over. 'She will take you to your room, sweetheart- please, rest. Come to the throne room in the morning and we can speak over dinner.' "He..he returned? Oh, how good..." Iona murmured, just starting to realize how tired she was. She had not slept properly for two nights at least, and the castle at Vizari looked so inviting. Daniel's assassins wouldn't be there -- Katherine would protect her from that. Her feelings about the young queen had only grown over the last year -- the admiration swelled for her, as well as downright respect. She followed the soldier up to a guest room and once there, she plopped down on the bed -- not even waiting to dress into her nightware. But before she slept, she thought of Alain. She missed him, even here. And she'd pray, and hope, every moment for his return -- safe from Valare's cluthces. Of course, after such an ordeal, she slept for a good long time -- until at least noon. Sunlight eventually woke her up, and she jolted -- realizing she was not in her own bed. Then, she remembered, and relaxed back down into the pillows, enjoying the new emboldened colours of Vizari. It was twenty minutes later when she pulled herself up and plodded over to the bathing area, making sure she smelled fresh and clean for the Vizarians. By the time her hair was washed it was at least 1 o'clock, and she tried it in the hot of the Vizari sun, which brought a curl to it that she had not seen before. Then, she opened the wardrobe knowing nothing would be there. And to her surprise, there was an arrangement of her own dresses and shoes. Kalamine! She and her dragon had bonded over much this year -- the creature respected Iona's ability to stand up to Valare, in all aspects of her life. Something Mila had never been able to do. And now, it seems, her dragon had flown back and retrieved some of her stuff for her. Just enough to make her stay here more comfortable, and by her side, Hyptioties appeared at the door -- knocking to let her know he was here. Arch, the more dominant of the two, must have been back home -- securing her rule. "Hyp!" she exclaimed, running to him and throwing her arms around him -- not caring that she was in a towel. He was like her brother in many ways, but no doubt, had Alain been around his jealousy would have been as hot as the Vizari air. "Ma'am," the guard said, slinking his arms around her too. "You should get dressed, ma'am, the Queen is expecting you." Oh, of course! The Queen. She hurried, but took her time to look eloquent. Her sense of style had become more grandiose in the year that had passed. Her under-clothes of a tight leather crop vest and leather shorts remained the same, but over that lay a film of flexible glass, woven so fine it became a clear fabric. Shards of mirror diamonds were sewn all around it, and other blueish gems lay on this perticular garment. Her skirt was made of the same material, but it's gems were even finer -- covered in a sparkly mist that collated near the dipped hem. A train ran behind her, and two long strings of pearls were woven into her extended crystal crown. He was shoeless, as usual, and all the glamour could be shed in an instant if she needed to move. Dressed as beautifully as she could manage, she waited in the dining room she was directed to for Queen Katherine. [[that is there for when you want it, don't feel pressured to respond to it until Katherine (and yourself obvs) is free.]]
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