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Post by lillypopper on Apr 14, 2020 14:38:55 GMT -5
Levana turned towards Ephraim when she heard the group come into the library. "That is vampires Ephraim. And I'm here because I had a question to ask you." She started before she put the two books she was looking at back on their respected shelves.
"I was wondering. If I could live here?" She asked him. "I'm not that liked by the other faes as I do not mind the other species, and I do not want to hurt any of the other species..." she ran a hand through her hair and sighed. "But if not then do you know where I might belong?" She tilted her head. She felt like a child asking for permission but she knew that she did come uninvited but she didn't know where else to go. She didnt have a job like others a d she didnt know if she would be able to get a job.
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Bisexual
Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Apr 16, 2020 13:19:53 GMT -5
Edgar Howell Let me be your ghost...
It was probably rude to laugh but that didn't stop Edgar, he was dead after all, what were they going to do to punish him? Send him to his room? He could tell Ephraim was not amused by the intrusion, that he wasn't happy having this outsider in his home particularly uninvited.
"Said you weren't supposed to be here." He said folding his arms and giving her that 'I told you so' look, poking his tongue out. The request wasn't surprising, the Howells seemed to collect waifs and strays so it seemed only fitting that this displaced Fae girl would seek them out. "Aren't you a little bit old for adopting?" He was one to talk, being almost a hundred years older than his adoptive father but is wasn't as though he really had a choice in adopting the poltergeist, he'd come with the house after all. He hovered a few inches above the ground, moving to perch on the edge of the table, moving items across it, purely because he could.
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Post by arexasaurus on Apr 16, 2020 18:26:42 GMT -5
Ayishah Amari Howell Howl House Werewolf
When she heard what the fae had to say, Ayishah took a sharp breath of air in, held it and released it slowly. She didn't want to laugh, it would be impossibly rude for her to do such a thing. Levana was an elder, by a lot, and that meant she deserved some modicum of respect. Probably. Even though said elder liked to hang around a house that wasn't her own. It was fine, her father would show her the level of disrespect he felt she deserved. A child didn't have the right to do that, though. So she would stand there, smiling and not laughing.
However, the young girl would not tolerate a disrespect for the Seelie Court and it seemed like Levana was determined to talk badly about them. The Fae let her family keep Grover, even though they had all claims to him. The Queen was pretty, and nice, from the limited interactions Ayishah remembers her from. "The fairies are good people," she narrowed her eyes at the grown woman, showing her anger. She even crossed her open arm around her chest, but kept the one holding the candle out for obvious reasons. "You shouldn't speak badly of them." They were tricky creatures, but they weren't inherently evil.
At Edgar's response, Ayishah nodded, "You're much older than me." She held herself back from making a rude gesture, maintaining her aurora of elegance. Then again, her statement could be used against the ghost as well, so she quickly covered her tracks, "You don't count, of course," she said to the transparent teenager beside her. "You came with the house." It was his property before it was any of their's, really. Ancestry had to trump ownership laws. At least, it should, in her opinion. It didn't matter to anyone else but herself, a little code of ethics and morals.
Ayishah looked to her father, then, letting him take over. She was pleased that he had waited for her to voice her opinion, since not everyone did. Sometimes, she took awhile to form the correct verbiage. When she didn't, she got herself in trouble, like she had earlier when she yelled at him. He would know what to say to the Seelie. |
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Post by wearyheart on Apr 24, 2020 1:30:26 GMT -5
Elidi Caelum~ Seelie Knight
Elidi tugged the dark colored hood of her thick cloak further over her face as she took her first few quiet steps into ST. Sheadcross Village, concealing her face deeper in shadow. She was a mere black figure to any prying eyes, diminutive in stature and bleeding into the tenebrosity of the night. Here one second and gone the next, hidden by the shadows she chooses to venture through. How odd, for a Fae to be wandering about town at such an hour, and a knight of the Seelie court nonetheless. She certainly wasn’t here to bath in the wicked enjoyment of toying with the humans, that particular pleasure seemed reserved for the opposite court with their more harsh nature. No, Elidi’s purpose remained much more simple, she was currently on her way to Sheadcross’s tavern and braving the dangers of the fallen sun in order to avoid much or hopefully any interaction with others, regardless of their race. Elidi inhaled the crispness of the night air softly, the smallest of smiles curving her red lips in spite of her rather surly mood. There were such unique scents: the smell of various plants mixed with fading traces of town life as everyone settled into bed, so different from her court, yet not entirely unpleasant. In fact she was truly fond of the faint scent of home-cooked meals, though due to the time it barely existed, having long ago been swept away by the cool evening wind and dissipated into the forest beyond St. Sheadcross.
The mellowest of sighs could be detected in the sleepy silence and she trailed on, once again threatened by the feeling of annoyance tightening her chest and locking her jaw. She’d gone through a cruddy day to say the least, facing the wrath of her superiors yet again for not completely obeying orders. Elidi had allowed a creature to live, one that wreaked havoc on her fellow Fae’s supplies and created one too many setbacks. She left it severely injured, but staring into those forlorn, pleading eyes and noting it’s absolutely pitifully sprawled body soaked in it’s own silver blood, she just couldn’t bring herself to land the final blow. Fae were known for their connections to all creatures anyhow! For her to spare it’s life, was that so horrible? Such an inconvenience? At times she really didn’t understand her authority and definitely did not always agree with their decisions. And to top it all off, she’d foolishly removed her bracelet at the tavern last night and while human’s alcohol was never anywhere near as strong as Fae’s, she had still left it behind like the dalcop she apparently was. Thus the reason she was now nearing the tavern, the gentle swish of her cloak billowing around her leather brown boots the only sound to be heard.
That was, until she gradually picked up on distant voices ahead and naturally slowed her pace, quite the opposite of what her heart was doing as it’s steady badump became more of a pitter patter. Elidi’s slender fingers brushed over the hilt of her sword, cool to the touch and hidden from view. It was the only reminder she needed to resume her original pace and face whatever laid straight ahead with a slight tilt up of her chin and a determined gleam in her eyes. Now Elidi, this is but a small town and any dangers present should be easily handled. She chided herself, Besides it's probably just a few villagers returning from the tavern.
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Post by CreamCrow on May 4, 2020 23:36:42 GMT -5
Azariah Daniel Lynch
  human :: 32 :: male :: the church
Conan wasn't wrong. Cataline was indeed in safe company as night approached. Azariah founded himself on the principle he was uniquely prepared to deal with any true dangers. In the case there was any of those demonic creatures appearing, Azariah was firmly willing to say he could defend these two innocents.
Of course, there was no reason to frighten them through the threats of half men half wolves or beings that drank on blood. So Azariah kept silent on that particular matter. No person should be forcibly exposed to that side of the world when there were people who could protect them.
He gave a friendly smile as Conan affirmed his reasons for being there. "Seems a bit late to be out meeting friends, doesn't it? Did your friend happen to pick the time?" Azariah questioned. Only darkened creatures would attempt to meet at night and Azariah had some amount of faith that Conan and Cataline were innocents. It wasn't well to imagine everyone he came across as creatures of hell. Yet, he'd rather assure that Conan's 'friend' didn't have nefarious plans.
However, his attention was turned as Cataline asked him a question regarding rumors. Well, Azariah had a simple answer to that, "Why, I do make an attempt not to participate in the town's gossip, Ms. Tudor." He paused for a minute as though contemplating before giving a secretive grin, "Although I suppose it wouldn't hurt if the two of you would keep quiet on the matter if I happened to share, right?" |
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Post by arexasaurus on May 7, 2020 3:35:27 GMT -5
Christopher "Conan" Tudor Grimbourne Coven Elder
Conan knew that Azariah was suspicious of his story, which was bad. Still, ignoring the question would make things worse. The problem was that no friend meeting outside the Inn existed, and he wasn't about to throw someone under the bus for no reason. It's not like he knew too many people by name anyways. Not those in town, at least. They were all humans, just simple prey. Their names and faces didn't matter, not to him.
Therein which lied the problem: he had to lie.
Not to say that lying was the problem, he could lie all he wanted to. He had never had any moral objection to it. Getting what he wanted was the sole purpose of most of his actions. The problem was that he didn't have a good lie. Not that he would show that reaction, however, but Conan was a little worried that he was taking too long to reply at this point. "She wanted to see the sunset, actually. Something about the sun's coloring? Girlish nonsense, if you ask me."
Internally, he was screaming. That was an awful deception. Who was going to believe that? Why meet at the inn for sunset? Why not the lighthouse? Or his own house? He had a much better view of sunset! Well, not that it would be appropriate for a girl to be at his house alone. Oh, gracious, it wasn't proper for a girl to be alone with him at all! He hadn't mentioned anyone else, and he couldn't now. It would look like back tracking. If Azariah questioned him, he would act scandalized. Conan was not the type to hurt a girl's reputation, after all. Well, at least not that the Father would know about.
Conan smirked to himself at the thought, his arrogance shining through his panic.
The vampire was grateful for his sister's interruption. She was a distraction without meaning to be one, since she obviously had ulterior motives for her questioning. Conan was a little curious about the answers himself, and he did happen to have a reputation of knowing everything going on in the world of monsters. The humans could have their gossip to themselves. Which, in retrospect, actually did not help him at all with Azariah.
His fingers twitched to make a rather religious movement, but had to resist the urge. Even after so long, things from the Church were rather ingrained into him. "Father, we would never betray your trust." For all his word was worth, he did not use his charisma to get the words out of the man in front of him. It would've been a risk, anyways, forcing him to reveal something he didn't want to. It would draw suspicion on him, something they were trying to avoid at all costs. Conan did, however, try to come off as sincere. It wasn't like he wanted to gallivant through town yelling about secrets.
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Post by wearyheart on May 20, 2020 23:20:02 GMT -5
Elidi Caelum~ Seelie Knight
Slender ivory fingers slid along soft wool and curled around the heavy black material as Elidi drew back her hood, the moonlight following in its path and slowly pouring over her face. Dark chocolate eyes blinked once to adjust to the sudden new brightness, nowhere near as breathtaking as her true color but then if she were to reveal such a thing she’d have much more to worry about than a few possible stranglers from the tavern. A single lock of raven hair fluttered down to brush against her porcelain cheek, free of it’s confinement in the intricate bun made up of a swirl of glossy braids piled skillfully atop her head. The strand now swung to the rhythm of her quiet footsteps as she gradually approached whoever or whatever laid ahead, she had reasoned were the presences she grew closer to innoxious, a face rather than a hooded-figure would be by far less conspicuous and allow her to pass quickly with hopefully little interaction.
Not but a few seconds later the shadowy silhouettes of three bodies were visible and Elidi narrowed her eyes slightly, a flicker of curiosity spiking in her chest. Now that’s not quite what she had been expecting, why to be true not at all and if anything, Fae always told the truth. The situation was suspicionless enough though she supposed, with the Inn there and it’s warm lamp lights that twinkled faintly through the windows. The more discernible the outlines of the three beings became, the more tightness faded from her muscles and her rigid form began to lax. Two men and a woman, in all likelihood chatting outside their place of residence for the night and heck, if she wasn’t mistaken, one appeared to be the Minister of the Church? How odd, perhaps he likes walks during nightfall and happened to run into the other two? Well probably nothing to concern herself with, Elidi decided and pasted on a small, friendly smile as she grew closer.
Wait, Elidi almost faltered, her dark eyes darting to the other too, fixating on them for longer than was socially appropriate. Something was….off, now that she was near enough she could sense it, the power that seemed to radiate off both of them in waves. They’re not human. Her expression remained cordial, the curve of her lips firmly in place. It’s fine, they’re conversing with the Minister of all people. “Good evening.” Elidi spoke out of politeness with a small nod in their direction as soon as she was within decent hearing distance, her voice naturally quiet with a silvery undertone.
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