Voss
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Confidence is not 'They will like me'. Confidence is I'll be fine if they don't.
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Post by Voss on Nov 17, 2020 8:00:09 GMT -5
Julian's charge began slowly as his arm held back his sword at the extension of him. Crevan brought his pace up, both men felt a spell hit the air and it was like they froze for a moment before they carried through the slow pace.
As this was happening Julian would slowly let his katana around in a sweeping motion seeing Crevan bringing his sword down. It was like Sarah had taken a vampire's speed as when the spell broke she was there.
Julian would quickly go to his knee stabbing his sword into the ground to miss her. Crevan's eyes were still red, but his arms lowered as he stared past her at the Prince. His eyes would move to her's, the fire in them burned like the levels of hell.
His face was not gentle in its look as he grabbed her arm pulling her up he would lick the wound closing it with his saliva. He would then bite over Julian's mark drawing deeply before sealing it. He would slowly set her down before his eyes would return to normal but his features were still hard as he walked away from her. Tempest watched her father walk for the witch's village. She did not follow him as he slowly disappeared behind the trees.
It was not long before Adisa and Anya were walking the way to the group. They had merely wanted to be away from the general not knowing if he was still raging. They did not stop to check, the elf in tow beside them looking around. " What happened here the air is as thick as a Ja's coat." Anya just shook her head being silent until she heard screams of the witches in the forest beyond. "I think we should distance ourselves quickly."
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Damien smiled and moved back towards the books where his wife was with a stroll. The queen in Jewel's body frowned," I would not know what that feels like." Before she smiled a little as if she was trying to guess what it might be like. Her frown returned though." I know that my stomach feels as if someone is trying to gut me. Is that what it feels like." Damien only laughed gaining a pouty glare from His wife.
He would not mention for the umpteenth time that she needed to eat human food to survive in that body. It was something they delighted in eating human food. But it was never really needed, they merely did it to put some at ease and to indulge others. He rather enjoyed eating food though when they had meals they would allow the servants to take the remainder which was fairly a lot. Waste was not something they did, they cared for their subjects.
A maid came in with a tray of food setting it on a table in the middle of the large room. She would then move the food and tea set to the table. She would remain stock still in wait for someone to ask her for something. It was not long before Damien smiled at her," You may go. We can serve our selves." She would cursty and make her leave.
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The man's smile only became happier with her greeting. " And I, Khalid, Captain of The Memory Rose. I warn you passengers that are about to board her. " He seemed to pause for effect and flare as he twisted his mustache. " She gives waking dreams of memories. Good or bad. " He gestured to the plank in which they could board and then held out his hand.
Helliana seemed hesitant now with the proclamation, she would tap them in her hand before handing them over. He merely touched the tickets and a punch would appear before he smiled." Keep the tickets. They can give you more than one ride. It was nice meeting you Felicity of the fae" He said before moving to speak with the DockMaster.
Helliana would look at the small woman and smile," Hm, this should be an interesting ride. " When her face was hidden again she had a distressed look on it. She did not want to relieve the thousands of years of life she just had lived. The Seductress watched Felicity for a moment as her Mistress started to board the ship. She would wait for Felicity to follow before following her up the plank.
Helliana stopped yet quickly stepped onto the deck, she was suspecting it to hit her but nothing happened. She was slightly relieved slash disappointed in it. Moving to the front of the ship she noticed the fog seemed gone while on the ship.
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Post by Thea on Nov 17, 2020 11:01:41 GMT -5
Sarah didn’t realize how close she had been to being impaled.
To be quite frank, she wouldn’t think she would have cared. At least, at that moment in time she probably wouldn’t have cared.
She had seen Crevan’s eyes go red before as he fought with the hunger. She had been frightened then, thankful afterward when he kept that hunger in check once more. But this was a different kind of red. Dante’s Inferno had nothing on the rage that roiled there. She knew that that rage was her fault, but she dared not cow.
The witch never expected to see such anger in her entire life, let alone from one of the people she cared for. And that anger directed toward her? She swallowed the boulder that made a reappearance in her throat, relaxing her jaw while stiffening everything else as he picked her up by the hand she had on his chest.
She wouldn’t look away. She wouldn’t cry.
She let the stiletto drop so that she could use it as a sort of brace to keep her from swaying. She put her hand on his shoulder, easing the pain that emitted from her own shoulder. Her feet still dangled, but she paid them no heed as she at first felt the relief from the sting of her cut then the absolute pain that shot from where he bit her down her arm. She couldn’t help but cry out, the pain was so sudden and extreme. Her fingers curled into his shoulder; she used them as anchors into reality to keep herself from passing out, closing her mouth tightly to make sure that no other sound escaped from her.
When he was done, and he set her down gently, she let loose of the death grip she had on him, finally looking away. It was subconscious how she cradled her arm close to her stomach. All she heard was her heart beat in her ears, like a frantic bird caught in a trap.
When she finally straightened up, the roar in her ears had gone away, leaving the footsteps of Anya and Adisa and the elf to take up its absence. Despite her roiling emotions, and ignoring Adisa’s comment, she smiled.
It was quickly dropped at the distant screams. “I … I think that’s the best idea right now.”
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“Laina” couldn’t help but laugh out loud, a light sound that filled the room with genuine mirth. “No, no,” she responded, loosening her crossed shoulders and letting them drop at her sides. “I would assume that’s my hellacious appetite. I’m usually hungry first thing in the morning or right after I sleep. I don’t think I ate since before coming here.”
It was like magic how after “Laina” said that a maid came in with the tray, not sure how Laina responds to her staff, Jewel was merely quiet, wondering in the back of her head if she had been too loud. She was relieved when Damien sent the maid on, knowing that she had never been waited on and she wasn’t a good actress in the first place. Acting like Laina will be difficult to say the least should she need to.
“How to explain it…” “Laina” mused, more to herself. Growing up with the urge to shift or with another entity sharing your body, it was second nature. Like breathing. How do you explain breathing to someone that has never done it before?
“If you feel an itch all over your body, like you need to get out of your skin,” Ludin said, staying in his spot as “Laina” walked to the book shelf with the king and queen. “Or hear thoughts that aren’t your own, let us know.”
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Felicity loved a flair for theatrics. When she was younger, she had the desire to be an actress. Now, as she interacted with Khalid, she felt like she met a kindred soul. “Oh?” she said, hands on her hips and a brow raised.
To hide her shock at his reveal, she pursed her lips and raised her brows. “I see,” she said mainly to herself, dropping her hands from her hips. Despite her youthful appearance, Felicity was pushing 60. She’s made many memories. Some she didn’t care to relive.
She also didn’t care to correct the captain when he said “of the fae”; with her rounded ears it was clear that she wasn’t a fae, but she’s dealt with them for much of her life, part of the Seelie Court until Sarah’s birth. “And you as well, Captain Khalid.”
To her newfound companions, she gave a rueful smile. “Hopefully not too interesting. Then she followed Hellania, taking the silent cue from the Seductress, bringing her pace up to a brisk walk until she was able to get on the ship. Felicity, too, had to stop and steel herself before stepping onto the deck.
When nothing happened, she took a breath in and walked further onto the deck. She was a fool to think that her memories wouldn’t overtake her at some point. But she was grateful for the uneventful start to the duration of the voyage.
“At least we won’t have to deal with the fog,” she murmured to herself, stepping out of the way of the Seductress.
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Voss
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Post by Voss on Nov 17, 2020 12:18:31 GMT -5
Tempest had watched with a wave of gut-wrenching anger when her father had pulled her like a toy. She thought he would have had more control, yet she saw things that stories left out about him. When Sarah had first cried out she thought to interfere, but something held her fast in her place among the trees. She had thought she had seen the terror on the sweet girl's face. Her anger had shifted from her father after he had left to Julian her eyes wanting to bore a hole in him.
Julian would slowly rise once the General was out of view feeling a pang of deep guilt for Sarah's pain for he had caused the reaction of his uncle. He would scan the area walking off ahead of them being silent. Alister kept his disappointment from his face that they had not torn each other apart but would instead wait for the women to move after the prince. "Let us go girlies." He said making a gesture to the path. He kept his voice soft instead of mocking. The air was very thick with a tension that even made his spine tingle.
Adisa sighed trudging after the prince with a perturbed look on her face. She felt the want to pummel him but felt a slight fault for not being there when he had needed her. Though she held anger for the dragon girl more for just breathing at some points that drove her mad. The pure jealousy over someone that wasn't even hers made her want to weep uncontrollably sometimes. The elf looking woman named Asvi moved after them slowly keeping her mouth shut. She knew the only way off the island was in their graces or shackles. She chose a more refined route.
Anya didn't say a word as she slowly approached Sarah to walk with her friend. She felt the air and saw how he had looked while in search. She had no idea what to say to her, she knew nothing she did vocally would do. So she chose to be just close to her if and when they made the trudge to the beach. Hearing a scream not far off made her body tremble. She had no idea if he slaughtering them or otherwise.
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Damien would set a book down taking his wives and shooing her to the food on the table. She made a pouty face but did what he wanted, once taking up the food she looked to herself speaking to Jewel." Ah, I know that feeling. Though it's more of a thirst that never ends." She whispered. The food she had taken a bite of made the stomach growl. She would blush hearing it and smile at her embarrassment.
She had been relieved to hear from Jewel that it wasn't so, the eating had helped but it seemed wanted more. It got what it wanted as she was moving through the pastries with as much decorum as she could manage. It shocked her into stopping hearing Ludin speak of voices that are not her own." Wait, you hear voices too Jewel?" She asked wondering if she had been plagued by such an accursed item as the throne. Damien frowned hearing the statement that Ludin had mentioned of voices.
Damien would walk over pouring his wife some tea setting it in her hands as she looked at the woman as if sharing some bizarre link of fate. Her hair felt like it was standing on end goosebumps going across her skin and she would shutter as if the wind from the open window caused her body to chill.
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Kahlid had watched them, board, before following. The seductress had stepped aboard only moments later the rest of his men loading the ship with goods he would head for the wheel. It had a golden octopus wrapped around the handles. Helliana would look to her for a moment ." Yes, I think it's for the ship's protection from attack. Though you could still blindly shoot at it I suppose. " She would turn to look to the man who was talking to his Firstmate. "I would normally say I was looking forward to the ride..." When the ship was being pulled from the dock her heartfelt stabbing pain she grew silent not finishing her sentence. It was only after the ship had cleared the dock that it had started her eyes widened and turned red. Her breath was slow yet ragged, her hand shook just outside of her cloak.
She jerked as a flash of memory became her vision. Herself in the coffin scratching at the lid. Her screams defining in the short blip, the witch watched the woman with a smile till it faded. Her breath was held as if she had been dunked in water, the memory of a group of men dunking her in the water in a metal cage. Both women seemed stuck in the very spot they stood reliving the flashes of memory. And then like that it was gone and they seemed to be back in the present. Helliana would clear her throat slightly as she would try to relax her now stiff muscles.
Kahlid watched from where he stood as an orb appeared in a box by the helm. For each remembrance. He was surprised by the witch having longer memory of it. While Helliana's came in static like fragments of a ruined video the orb holding the static he thought it may shatter.
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Post by Thea on Nov 17, 2020 14:03:52 GMT -5
Anya's silent tenderness was what broke her.
Tears blurred her vision temporarily before they fell in silent tracks. Sarah's body felt like she had been beaten and tossed off the edge of the cliff, then dragged to shore to be eaten by vultures. Maybe that's why she wasn't racked with sobs; she was glad any way, because the last thing she wanted was to cry.
With a wave of her hand, her stiletto floated slowly through the air to lay in her open palm. Its jeweled hilt gleamed cheekily at her, as if it didn't realize or particularly care about what had transpired, like the tension didn't affect it. She, however, felt the tension hang from her shoulders like a cumbersome cloak. Her shoulders sagged, her arms were limp. She walked closer to Anya the more they walked, trying to be discreet in wiping her cheeks of the tears she couldn't hold in.
At least everyone was okay. Everyone was alive.
"Oi!" she heard a voice call from behind them, causing Sarah's head to turn. When she saw the owner of the voice, she squinted to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her.
"Oi!" Cardinal said again, walking closer to them with a grin as if he wasn't just walking through negatively-charged air. "Someone lose a pack?" The grin grew wider when Sarah raised a hesitant hand to signify that it was hers. "Perfect!"
She paused to let him catch up with her, too tired to ask the questions of "How did you survive?" and "Where have you been?" And she was too tired to answer his ambling, "How did you even lose this anyway? It's not exactly the smallest thing."
Instead, she said thank you, smiled at him out of manners, then looked toward the beach.
Cardinal knew what had gone on, catching the last bit of what had transpired. To say that he was angry was an understatement. This was not the first time he felt like he let Sarah down, and by extension Foster. Sarah had been in danger, and he wasn't there to save her. Had he been just a little bit faster...
He gave her the pack, still grinning, but if anyone looked closer they would see he didn't conceal the black orbs of his eyeballs or his jagged teeth. His grin wasn't of the happy sort.
"You're quite welcome," he replied to Sarah instead, walking behind the girls.
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"Laina" didn't say anything to "Jewel", just kept a mental bookmark to look for the sensation of a thirst that can't be relieved. She did remark to herself that it had to be a horrible feeling. She had those days where she ate and ate and ate but could never be full. But she didn't think it was on such a scale as needing blood for survival.
She could only smile in amusement at the growl "Jewel"'s body emitted.
"I'm sorry, Grandpa should have been more elaborate." "Laina" took a quick glance askance at Ludin, who merely shrugged. "Every once in a while, yes, I hear a voice. It's ... every shifter's experience with their animal counterpart is different. Some shifters converse with the animal they shift into as if it is a completely separate entity. There are stories of people blacking out and waking up the next day with no memory of what happened. Come to find out, the animal that they shift into remembered every bit of that night because they had taken over control of the body.
"Other people, and I see this more in people who were born shifters, don't have that other being. It's a natural part of their biology to be able to shift from human to animal. Like its natural for uh... a witch to cast magic or for you to drink blood.
"I'm not sure about Grandpa, but I was born a werewolf. It's easy for me to shift from one form to another, easy. Sometimes - and especially while I was a pup - I do have interactions with my animal counterpart. But its more like Id and Ego. I am she and she is me. She's my primal urges and I am her consciousness and logic."
She lifted one shoulder in a noncommittal shrug, grinning a bit sheepishly at "Jewel". "Again, every shifter's experience is different. But if you hear a thought that isn't your own, it's more than likely just Sapphire."
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"Agreed," Felicity said to Helliana's unfinished statement. She actually liked boat rides. Just short of swimming in it, sailing was the closest she could be to the water element. She always felt at ease, at home, on a boat. Before she met Foster, she had actually lived on one, sailing with her father and brother. Her talents as a witch helped them out a lot through many a storm. Fishing was a breeze.
Stepping on The Memory Rose (such an ironic name), she still felt that, but there was that wariness again, armed with the knowledge that she had to tango with her past.
Felicity looked to Hellania, face grim as soon as she realized the woman was going through a memory. She didn't leave her side, but she made no move to comfort her. Then when the Seductress was caught, Felicity took a few step backs like it was the plague the women had.
"All right there?" she asked as soon as Hellania seemed to be back in the present. And then after a few moments: "Should we look for our sleeping quarters?"
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Voss
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Post by Voss on Nov 17, 2020 17:35:19 GMT -5
Anya was slow in her walking as Sarah grew close she would gently put her arm around her. When Sarah began to wipe her face Anya would pull a hanky from her shirt pocket for Sarah. Anya noticed the man they had seen on the ship before.
She thought it strange that he was walking from the village. It made her wonder how he had not been impaled by the general. How he had not drowned among the many, she was curious as to how most of them had survived herself included.
She was suspicious of him, to say the least, though Anya said nothing as she walked beside her friend. Seeing the way her friend seemed made her feel a spark of anger that was quickly deflated. She could not do much to change what had happened. Instead of being angry, her friend needed her to be there clear-minded.
She would gently rub her friend's shoulder. She was determined to keep her safe, though she worried as it had been a while since she heard a scream and wondered if he was on his way back. They had been walking for a while behind the Prince and Adisa before seeing less trees as they were closer to the beach.
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'Jewel' seemed a little saddened when she corrected what Ludin had said, though she smiled a little." Ah, mine is very real. Though once I am no longer queen I will not hear mine anymore." She said softly hinting that it came with the responsibility of the throne. " There are so many of your kind? All different?" She seemed amazed by this listening intently as she drank from the tea her husband had given her. Damien had seemed interested as well as he sat on a chair backward as looking to 'Liana'.
"Please regal us with these stories."Truth in them or not he was always up for listening to a tale. 'Jewel' would also pull up a chair to listen to what she had to say. She knew there were different kinds of vampires as well, those that drank blood and those that stole life force, along with the low bloods who drank blood and burned in the sun. But she made it sound like the wolves were many more than them.
Damiens fingers would play with the grain of the wood on the chair laying his head on the back as if in a relaxed sort of way. His other hand would come up his finger doing a snap as the fireplace would light, the crackling of the fire was soothing to ears. All that was missing was rain and thunder.
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Helliana would look to Felicity nodding slowly, "Yes, I think... I think that would be a good idea, Felicity." It was slow for her to move her youthful figure seemingly old in the movement for the moment. When her muscles regained themselves and allowed her to move she would. "I believe below deck.."She trailed off again seeing the orbs in the box. She would stiffen for a moment as the first mate approached. " The captain asked that I show you to your quarters while about The Memory Rose. "
Motioning for them to follow the first mate moved down the stairs halfway through the ship. "once you settle in you may head to the mess if you are hungry or dine with the captain." He walked down the stairs into the first deck below. Several hallways and cabins lined the area. He would open one showing a large cabin with two beds and a table among places to store items and clothes. "This will be your room for the trip. " He would bow to the women before moving off.
Helliana had followed him much like someone moving on autopilot, she had not heard him her mind elsewhere. The Seductress had been looking around during I'm speaking, she seemed ready to wander off to find some fun. She then stood stock still once more as she had a vision of her running her fingers through a man's hair that had an orange to his hair dressed in a kilt.
He seemed to be asleep in the field, though after a moment the field went a fire and she wept before the same man who had been impaled by a few weapons. When she snapped back from this one she balled her fingers into fists as a snarl caught in her throat. She would walk into the room before sitting on the floor, taking the soot in her pocket she would begin to draw some sort of rune on the floor.
She was trying to make it so the ship would no longer make her relive the memories. It had the opposite effect she would seize and all her worst memories came flooding to her mind. From her lover being killed to her being chased by lower royals, the drowning in the cage. The only reason she had survived was a hunter had been tracking the low vampires and killed them.
The hunter a vampire herself though had won no favor in the seductress's mind. The only reason the vampire had not made her a servant was of her status as a hunter of low vampire kind. The memories played on a loop making her paralyzed on the floor. Helliana watched taking note to not force the vision away. " This is going to be ...a long journey" She whispered having no memory flash this time.
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Post by Thea on Nov 17, 2020 19:34:11 GMT -5
The silence was rather deafening among the group. While he understood the severity of the last few minutes, Cardinal couldn't quite be still or quiet. That was ... just not his way. The faerie had been a bard for the Seelie Court. Flirting and singing and dancing was his forte. Entertaining, his business.
Seeing Sarah like this, however, utterly small and so pale that her dragon patches were more gray than blue, ate at him. Righteous anger at the General, disbelief at the Prince, and the urge to take Sarah off this island melded together like scrap pieces of molten iron. The fact that Sarah probably felt like all of this was her fault, as screams of the indigenous witches rang in his ears long afterwards, doubly irritated him.
How was he to lift the spirits of those around him when there are no spirits?
His eyes made it to the backs of Julian and Adisa, then to Sarah's and Anya's. Then he looked up at the clear blue sky, then down at the ground as the terrain changed from dark dirt to near-white sand. Cardinal didn't feel the shift from black to emerald eyes or from jagged fangs to pearly whites, but he knew he looked more approachable as he started to hum a soft tune.
Sarah looked back at Cardinal, the lean deckhand that danced with her and Anya, with unknown familiarity. It was back, that feeling, of knowing him before, but where was just out of her reach. The grip she had on the hanky Anya had given her loosened at the hum, her brow relaxing a little. "Is that Scarborough Fair?"
Cardinal stopped humming, eyes going wide as if he was surprised she knew of it. "Why, yes, it is!"
"I love that ballad."
"Shall I sing it instead?"
"Some other time," Sarah said, still feeling as if everyone was waiting for the other shoe to drop. She smiled at him, this time a small, thankful smile, and turned back around when he nodded. But he continued to hum all the way until they got to the beach
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Jewel had become curious, a trait of hers that could easily get herself into trouble if she wasn't careful. So far, she had gathered that the demon possessed the throne and whoever sat on it. It was obvious that the host would deteriorate over a period of time, as any other host for a demonic possession would, and the cycle would begin again after another monarch was named.
It sounded like the throne was important though. To the vampires way of life, at the very least. She would love to see it destroyed, if only because anything as draining as that shouldn't be a thing at all. But there hadn't been talk of it. Maybe it wasn't possible.
"When do you plan to abdicate the throne?" Jewel asked Laina, not partaking in the food because she wasn't hungry.
When she was asked to tell stories, she gave the monarchs a look caught between an embarrassed smile and a grimace. "I'm not much of a story teller." Which was a sort of lie. She loved to write in her free time, and had the dreamed of becoming an author. "But I can tell you what I've experienced as a Healer."
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She followed the crew member down to the cabins, making sure her steps were even and sure in case she was blasted by a memory. When the crew member revealed the room, she had thought that he wasn't finished with the showing.
But when he bowed, she grew concerned. There were only two beds in here. And Felicity didn't know these women from Adam. She looked at the retreating back of the first mate, then into the room and the Seductress as she cast a spell, then brought a hand to her mouth to catch the gasp that bubbled up in her throat.
"Excuse me!" she called to the first mate, but he was gone by the time he left, leaving her to huff in slight annoyance. "Are we to -?"
She was cut off when she saw her mother's face stare back at her instead of the cabin, telling Felicity and her siblings Hannah and Donal to run and not look back. Her throat seized up, making her cough as she was thrust back into reality.
"Dammit," she huffed, shaken. Then she looked at the Seductress and Hellania in turn. "Are we to share this room with each other? Not to sound rude or anything, but we hardly know each other."
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Post by Voss on Nov 17, 2020 21:09:31 GMT -5
Anya hearing the exchange between them had her losing her protective grip on Sarah as they reached the beach. She would move to stand a little off from the rest as she tested a spell she had been practicing even before they came here. It was a blue flame that she summoned with a whispered word that engulfed some driftwood soon it was aflame with red flames. She would crouch down by the fire whispering as her hands moved over it. She was trying to create a crystal ball effect so she could see what Cardinal was.
Julian was pacing the beach as Adisa yelled at him though they were far enough away it was nothing coherent. It seemed that he was ignoring her, his face in a scowl that only seemed to grow with each pass he did. Asvi remained around Alister who had seemed to stop just at the edge of trees as if waiting for Crevan to return. He would adjust his jacket and watch Sarah like a hawk.
Crevan stood over the village as it burned the dead among the flames. the rest now chained together made to mark from there. The one that had tried to use his daughter and him as her tools, he had left her head on a pike for the crows to peck. "March!!" He would shove them along." You will enjoy your freedom from this paradise. " He planned on selling these origin witches to a mining company or the first ship he encountered.
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When 'Liana' opened with a question of her own 'Jewel' could only hope to pause." Well, if my son never marries a woman then I shall remain until I die or I birth a girl to take over the throne. No male can sit upon it. "She would frown and shrug her shoulders."And even if my son were to marry it is essentially the thrones choice who sits upon it. "She looked a little distressed at the prospect of never leaving the throne.
" I suppose the demon within the throne will find it slighted and leave and perhaps we will be rid of it." That was her hope at least. She felt her husband's hands-on Jewels back gently rubbing and she let a few tears fall before quickly wiping them away. He would sigh slightly"It is something we do not dwell on." He said as hinting that talk of it upsets her.
They both seemed to change their moods though when she changed the subject mentioning her being a healer." Please tell us. " 'Jewel' said with a small smile in hopes that she would elaborate. She would flip a page on the book that her husband had sat on the table nicking her finger it would begin to bleed.
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Helliana would turn her attention to Felicity when she stopped in her speech, she waited as the woman would finish her question." It seems this way. "She would laugh taking the hood back from her head." What another way would you get to know someone? From a distance?" She merely laughed and sat on one of the beds. Both of equal measure so either would suffice.
She sighed softly setting a bag down from under her cloak."Tell me, Felicity have you found the kingdom to your liking?" She only let her eyes fall on the witch who seemed either passed out or still in her memory. If it was lasting this long she was worried that it would only get worse as they went on. Her eyes would filter back to the woman that she was traveling with.
Suddenly the cabin was gone and she was on the cold biting mountain where the metal from the heavens had landed. She as she was now known back then she had been clueless to all that was around her. It was not something she minded remembering as it was where she was born, the man she called husband stood before her as her creator.
As he stood before her now in his handsome regalia she could not help but smile. He had scooped her up throwing her over his shoulder, the body of a woman the mind of a child. She was told she was made of the metal and the earth of the mountain. She had not a clue if this was true. The memory of her going through the paces of becoming a wife had her frowning.
She had not remembered him training her to use a dagger, though she had lived far longer than most now alive. She watched as she was introduced to the demon behind the throne, she remembered the blackness that seeped from him like tar. She found herself holding her breath from the smell as if it was in the room with her now. When it reached out for her she was brought back where she held breath was let out in a coughing rage.
Kahlid had gathered up the orbs and moved to his captain's quarters where he was going to dine each orb was absorbed into this pillar that had light from it which then it would play the memory back upon command.
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Post by Thea on Nov 17, 2020 23:49:05 GMT -5
When her feet hit sand, Sarah couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. No longer crying, she straightened her shoulders and squinted to shield her eyes from the sun. Back where they started.
Now that everyone was together and accounted for, they had to find a way to get off this island.
She let Anya go, refraining from following her reluctantly, and turned back to the forest. She had heard the screams - how could she not? But she was too busy wrapped up in her own pain and sadness. Now that everything was quiet, she wondered how long Crevan would be.
There was no question of if he was alive. No, from the reestablishment of his mark, she had a deep knowing that he was still alive. And she still felt his anger like she did not too long ago when he looked at her with hell in his eyes. She wanted to soothe it, the aloe for a burn. But she didn't dare. Not yet.
Instead, she focused her attention on the indigenous people. On their screams that they heard and their blood she smelled. On top of being exhausted, she started to feel nauseous. Despite trying to push the thought away, she couldn't help but wonder if that was her fault.
Do I go back? Sarah asked herself. Or do I stay? He'll be back, I know. But...
She looked forward again, still squinting, to see Anya at the fire, Cardinal standing just a ways off from her, and Julian and Adisa carrying on like normal - well, their normal.
Suddenly, anger burst like hot flame starting in her chest and scorched whatever feeling she had left. At first, she wasn't sure why; how Adisa acted toward Julian and the way he reacted to her had never made her feel that way. Usually, all she ever felt was sympathy for Julian for having to put up with Adisa's mildly-annoying nagging. It was something she and Anya would tsk about.
What had her so mad?
It must be the bond between her and her master, she decided firmly, turning away and shaking her head. The more she tuned into it the more she could feel his emotions. Angry and ... insulted.
Sarah shook her head, feeling fuzzy and tender to the touch as she tried pulling her focus away. If that's what he felt, she would feel lower and dirtier than the ground. The thought never crossed her mind, let alone become one that she would act on willingly. Crevan had been good to her; she had all the respect in the world for him. To have him feel insulted gave her a blow so devastating she didn't think she could recover from.
Or this very well could be her own emotions. In which case was thankfully less heart-breaking and frustratingly more confusing.
She made her way to Alister, forcing her mind to work on the task her mind had set before she wallowed in the gross emotions: what Crevan was doing.
"Do you know what is happening between Master and the witches that live here?" she asked the demon, her eyes now very much the purple of her biological father's lineage. Her voice was strained, but it held no demand like in their last conversation.
Then she smelled the fire.
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Jewel had that curiosity, yes. But she could take social cues as well; she nodded at the king, pressing her lips together in a look of apology, letting them have their moment before she transitioned into a time she knew she didn't have to make sure no personal information would be spilled.
"The first time I decided that going down the road of medicine was for me was when my sister taught me how to suture a wound," Jewel started, a reminiscent smile on her temporary home's face. Then she smelled the blood.
The reaction was instant: she saw that her vision was stained in red, her breath coming out in an audible hiss. That sensation of being thirsty came at her like a ton of bricks.
"Jewel," Ludin barked, coming up closer.
"I'm fine," "Laina" said, waving dismissively. Still with a vibrant filter over her gaze, she looked to the King. "I suppose I'm starting to feel the effects of being in a foreign body."
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Felicity chuckled after a few moments, shaking her head a few times. "I suppose you're right, Hellania," she said afterward, making eye contact briefly before she let her satchel slip from her shoulder and onto the bed she sat on, opposite of Hellania.
When she was asked about the kingdom, Felicity felt the need to watch what she said. Damien had said to be wary of Hellania and the Seductress. So she was careful in how she used her words. "It's wonderful."
She paused when she saw Hellania slip into a trance, pulling the satchel into her lap and opening it so that she could take inventory. A pack of clothes, a charmed water skin, a few apples, a hunk of bread, and a slip of paper that had a spell written from her family's book hidden away in her room at her castle.
Only when Hellania came back in a coughing rage did she look up. "We might not be able to get to know each other if every other minute we are called by our past."
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Post by Voss on Nov 18, 2020 8:11:05 GMT -5
Anya's fingers worked around the flame yet nothing came to her, she would purse her lips a little before blowing air out in frustration she would stand stretching a little. She watched Sarah a little but her eyes kept going back to Cardinal, she wanted to interrogate him about himself. Though she figured right now after all this, well it would not be a good idea. She would wave her hand and the spell died but the fire remained flickering. She felt this trip would haunt her for a while. Though she felt she had learned some things about the people around her.
Her arms would cross her chest as she felt she needed to guard herself against a chill that would run up her spine. She felt like someone was watching her, she would look towards Alister. Behind him was Asvi who was staring right at her, the chill ran again as the woman seemed to have no emotion plastered on her face. And second, later she seemed fine-looking around and whatnot. Anya knew she would be watching this woman when they finally left this place.
Alister seemed like a statue his features blank as he stared ahead, well, until Sarah walked up to him and asked him with a strained voice. His eyes would focus before looking at her. "He is repaying the ones with the same kindness they gave him when they ripped his soul from him. He died. So they are dead." He said his voice spoke as if this was something normal someone talked about.
He would look at his nails before looking at her again as he seemed to pick something from beneath his nails letting out a sigh. " And those that just happened to be here he has locked in chains. Who knows what the General has in store for them." He did not smile his normal devilish smile. He seemed rather off since the last time they had talked. " Though I do imagine some will be sold off, and the others will meet a life upon the isles." He would leave out what he thought they would be doing though as he knew what he had said already would most likely make her upset.
His eye would twitch a little as if he was catching what Adisa was yelling at the prince, he would gently wiggle his ear with his finger. It was like he was trying to tune them out. He would however turn sharply when a very loud smack echoed off the trees along the shoreline. Him seeing the prince's head turned to the side decided to return his attention forward again.
Adisa walked away before Julian could react to her slap, her body was stiff and standoffish. Normally striking royalty meant punishment, but with the circumstances, as were nothing most likely would happen considering the insult Julian had done to another member of the royal family line.
Julian would hold his jaw as he wiggled it a little to get the smartness from the smack to subside. He seemed a little shocked that she had hit him more than pained. He currently began to pace again but slower this time as if his panic from before had slowed. Adisa seemed to be headed for Sarah, she had wild eyes as she closed the gap." You have won." Was all she said walking past her as if she was going towards the village again.
She only stopped when seeing several of the indigenous people moving in a chain gangline. Then there was those following behind that, women and children who seemed free of restraint as they followed the General. They would file to the beach and find places to sit and or stand. While those that were confined to shackles would stand not far off.
They had walked past Adisa and then Sarah without much of a look. The General let out a breath as he saw what he had feared since his awakening. His loyal men dead along the beaches if not in view, he surely could smell them.
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'Jewel' Seemed to smile as she started her story, though her face became concerned when she saw her eyes and worry coated her. Damien would sigh, "This is what I was afraid of. I have no idea when this becomes permanent. " He said. He looked to his wife sitting next to him in another's body seeing the horror on her face he would smile." Do not worry, with the water clear it should be a straight shot back with no troubles at all to heed them." He saw her relax a little.
He had not the heart to mention that he didn't know if Sarah could fix it since it was a pure accident this happened in the first place. And that she was a novice magic-user. He feigned the smile he did not feel at all for her sake and Jewels.
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Hellaina shifted looking at Felicity with a strained look." Yes, Imagine how your daughter will feel." Was all she said looking away from her to the door for a moment." I will tell you one thing about myself before I am sure to be in a fit again." She said still looking at the door before sharply looking to Felicity." I am the red Scourge. I took the mainland for a spin of bloodshed and pain." She would smile though it was not a happy one.
" The throne did not always sit upon the isles. And it made one mad as witches in a season of renewal. " She waited for the vision that did not come. She was slightly surprised not to be reliving what she was talking about. She was hesitant but she spoke on after a moment removing her cloak to reveal a youthful body covered by what looked like a kilt and a chest piece made of fur. Her stomach was showing revealing tattoos much like Kagome's.
The ink moved along her skin, but, instead of words of an ancient language, it was somewhat tribal looking. A need and thread hung from her belt around her kilt. " I .."Taking the said oddity from her belt holding in her hands." I killed many." Her voice went from pained to void. " Because he asked me to." She was referring to her husband. The thread turned into a long red ribbon with the needle turning into what looked like a large spearhead or arrowhead of some kind.
" The blood was thick in the soul on the mainland. I wonder if the ground is still soaked." She whispered. She let out a shuttered breath." He asked me to slaughter them for going against us. " Her voice was barely a whisper as a few tears slipped down her face as a smile formed on her lips. " And I relished in it at the time. I did not see people, I saw things objects in need of death."
Her laughter sounded pained for a moment before she went void again quickly. " I was a murder. A queen of thorns and death." Her eyes would glaze over for a moment as she seemed to fight the want to weep again." My daughter endured hardship because she is a bastard child. A halfling. She ..." She would bite her lip and let out a growl." His words, not mine. " Her voice sounded enraged at this point.
" She has a gentle soul even though all she has gone through. Born from a doll made of mountain and metal. Kissed by the frigid snow and molded to be a plaything." She at the end was referring to herself. She would wipe the tear stain from her face with a hand and flick it away. An orb would appear at her feet which had her frowning. In the midst of it she could see the story she had told but the point of view of as if it had been recording her past life.
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Post by Thea on Nov 18, 2020 11:36:57 GMT -5
Sarah knew what her master was.
That he was a vampire, first and foremost. Older than her by thousands of years, many of those years he lived as the General of the Royal Army. He was also of royal blood. He was a very powerful being. Being taught history growing up, she also knew what such a title and lineage could bring.
She didn't know the politics of her home, what issues the King and Queen had to weigh in on. Did she care to know? No, not particularly. If her parents were there, they would have ruffled feathers. Knowledge is everything. Keeping up with politics were important to them. To be ignorant of one's homeplace meant imminent death.
Or something along those lines.
Never one for the more ugly side of things, she had always tried to tune it out to the best of her abilities. When she learned of WWII, her teacher and passed around pictures of internment camps. She had seen every gruesome detail of what happened to the victims of the Holocaust. Because of it she promptly threw up in the middle of the classroom.
When she was sent home, her father came to pick her up from between his own classes, looking at her with a solemn gaze. People do awful things for what they saw was good reason.
She felt lightheaded, hearing from Alister that he had killed those that have essentially killed him beforehand. She was familiar with the adage "an eye for an eye" sadly, and put herself in her master's metaphorical shoes. Would she have let them live?
Upset would have been an understatement, however, upon Alister's next words. "I can understand his desire to punish the ones that ... did that," she started, eyeing the demon, knowing he was not his normal self yet not having the capacity to see why. "But why shackle everyone else up? They didn't do it. They shouldn't be uprooted from their home!"
She was weak. She was tired. All she wanted was to eat and sleep. Sparks, small and barely there, flew from her fingertips like Felicity's did when she was upset. Like she would assume all the witches from her lineage. But she didn't give into those desires. Not because she felt the sand wasn't an ideal resting spot. It was more along the lines of: she couldn't turn her head away from what was going on like she had back in sixth grade. Like when she turned her head when the girls that had been victims of the trafficking were sold or beaten or killed.
Sarah felt responsible.
The slap she heard made her flinch, eyes screwing shut and head ducking to where her chin met her chest. It was a natural reaction ever since she was little. She quickly recovered looking back towards Julian and Adisa. There was a new emotion that reared its head, then, along with the anger she felt at this situation and helplessness.
She didn't give it a name as she kept her feet rooted to her place beside Alister, believing that if she didn't recognize it she didn't feel it. There was an urge - a demand - that she used all her will power to abstain from to meet Adisa halfway and use the stiletto she still had in her hand as a skewer to remove her eyes.
She couldn't give a care less to wonder why she felt so violent. She was happy that she didn't follow through at least, narrowing her eyes in slight confusion at the other witch's words.
What did Adisa mean by that?
She didn't respond, looking past her to Julian as he continued his pacing. I'm sure it has to do with me giving the Prince blood. For the moment, she left it at that.
She looked to the sound of chains clanging, blood running cold in her veins. Her feet moved once more of their own accord. Sarah wasn't sure what she could do in this situation. It wasn't like she could be of any help to the people, what with her exhaustion. And did she really want to face her Master and say that this was wrong? When what she did to him was also wrong?
That would imply that the witches were suffering because she had made Crevan angry and upset with her. She didn't think that was the case. Crevan wasn't a cruel man. But she wasn't sure why he thought that gathering up the witches to be slaves was a good idea.
"Master," she murmured, coming up to walk beside him, voice pitched low and tentative, versus the whirlwind of what was going on inside her head. "Why... why are these people in chains?"
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Felicity chose to ignore Hellania's comment about Sarah, knowing that - since her daughter was young - she wouldn't have many experiences to go through. Hopefully, she thought to herself, reminded that she was not the one who raised her. With a scowl she shook her head as if trying to dislodge that thought.
Felicity fell into the rapturous attention of one who was being told a story, satchel momentarily forgotten. She took in every bit of information Hellania was willing to give, having an occasional question pop up but didn't dare interrupt the youthful-looking woman. The kilt and fur was odd, she thought to herself. No one was dressed like that on the Isles (but was reminded of her father at the sight of the kilt). And so were the tribal markings (her mind was brought to her late husband's own lineage upon seeing those).
She had to squint her eyes slightly when she saw the markings move, not sure if she had seen right at first. Then her attention went to Hellania's hand as her companion pulled out a needle and thread. Her eyes widened slightly as she watched them turn into a spear-like weapon. Felicity stiffened, wondering if Hellania planned on using such a weapon.
The more Hellania spoke, the less she stiffened, feeling that if she wanted to use it she had done so by now. Felicity figured Hellania was now talking about the queen, and her heart broke for her, angry at this mysterious male figure for making this woman and Laina go through hell.
By the end of the story, her hand rubbed at her heart as if that could ease the ache she felt. Momentarily at a loss for words, she looked down at Hellania's feet, surprised to see the orb there. "May I?" she asked, referring to the orb, hand at the ready to lift it with her mind.
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Post by Voss on Nov 18, 2020 15:37:50 GMT -5
Alister would listen to her speak about the people being ripped from their homes." This is actually where they were put in case of a shortage of witches. This has been a prison made of paradise. "He shrugged his shoulders a little not knowing what more to say about it. He would hear the slap that was heard across the island. He would raise a brow and smile as Adisa walked by," Well, Well, Well." He said with a chuckle as Adisa moved over towards the way to the village.
The only thing that stopped her was Crevan and the group of witches coming through. She would stand aside watching what could be some long distant relatives as hers. She was not happy about this whole trip, the only thing maybe she and Sarah had in common was the outcome for the witches.
Crevan had passed them and then only come to a slowed walk when Sarah spoke. He would let out a long sigh that sounded as if the mere question made him angered. He would stop and look down at her," I in all my years have died maybe only a few times. This by far my lowest moment. " He was referring to how easily he had been taken and used.
" The woman and children of those that hid away and stayed out of it are not chained. Will most likely find work and homes, but those that took part are chained. They are chained because it keeps them from useing magic. " He said his words were even with a hint of a bite behind it. He would look over to the prince and a smile that looked like it was a pained hateful one." He would be soaking my blade right now if he was anyone else who had marked you."
His seething anger was building that he turned away from her to take a few breaths." But he is the heir. And I..." It was a long sigh." I am but a soldier that lives the life of a General." He was done speaking on the matter, moving off from her he passed to the beach to clean his face.
Anya would slowly move over closer to Sarah but would not get in her way, she did not like what was happening and just wanted to go home and crawl into bed and not come out for a month. She was sure her friend probably felt the same.
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Helliana nodded her head slowly as if saying yes you can look into my past, her hands would rest on her knees. It was not long after the orb lifted did the story play out.
She was sitting on the throne her crown looked something like a circlet with a Ruby in the crimson middle of the circlet. Her hair braided with ribbons in it, she watched her sons fight in a mock battle as she watched. She seemed bored as each pulled back from their blows as if they were playing fighting. She stood clapping her hands." Move along. When you want to try next time I will watch. " They seemed a little upset they had not done as their mother had asked.
They were surprised that she had asked them too, she was changing overtime ever since sitting upon the throne. She left them there where they would be safe, her husband had gone to the mad King to end him. He had said he was becoming too crazy to control anymore. Normally she would have protested in the stead of the man. Now she barely cared.
Walking out into the hall heading for the front door of the castle. She had not noticed the guards were gone, she was currently left unguarded as she walked out into the grass. There was no city as the castle sat along a mountainside, her hair was being tugged by the cold wind. She would reach up pushing a strand that had fell from the braid behind her ear.
She had closed her eyes feeling rested being away from the throne if only for a moment," Helliana.." it seems the whispering voices still spoke to her. "Go away." She whispered to suddenly feel a sharp pain in her face as she went flying into the mountainside. Something had smacked her with the force of a wrecking ball. She hit the rock so hard it broke and indented the wall, falling from the crease she would tumble down the side of it hitting the ground below with a thud and another loss of breath.
A figure stood over her pulling her up by her hair." You are in our lands.. you will pay a toll for not listening." She had no fucking clue what he was talking about. But the man did not look like a man but an elemental brute. He would toss her around like a rag doll," Your husband must have forgotten to mention us." She only saw one of him, though when she looked again he had many different elements floating about his body.
Her husband had mentioned not going outside without him. She had not listened. She could hardly catch her breath and even though her scrapes were healing rather quickly the soreness and pain were getting harder to ignore in her weakened state. He grabbed her robe ripping it her heartbeat was like a thousand wild horse hooves galloping.
She tried to get away from him and run back inside. " Yes, let your offspring come to your aid. Or perhaps the throne?" Her eyes looked back at him in fear her steps died to a stop about what could happen. She suddenly felt the connection to the throne lost. Had it been gone since she stepped outside? Some magic was keeping her from feeling it or asking for help.
What ensued next was brutal as the element descended upon her like a wild beast. Her screams were loud throughout her whole ordeal. She wept as she held her tattered clothes to her self as she tried to crawl from him once he was finished with her in full. Her nails dug into the dirt as she crawled away, a rage behind the hurt and sadness set in her belly. When she looked back it was gone.
"Damien! Crevan!" She screamed letting out a sob. The young boys came running out of the castle stopping by their mother." Get...get Fae...please ..please get .." She would pass out and the scene would pass. It was months down the line and her husband had returned and what had transpired was never spoken about from the two boys or Fae her Husband witch. When she started to show it was assumed by everybody else that well it was the kings.
He had grown more angered over some time because she stopped doing what he wanted and she never looked the same. Her eyes would often glaze over and she would go somewhere no one else could. It enraged him to not have control over her and yet it did the same for the throne.
Currently, it could not possess her for she was with child. That had never happened with her other children, it had been able to possess her whenever it had chosen to. Something about this child spoke differently in its power. Months went by with the same things happening him growing more angered until she went into labor.
The screams from her sounded as if she was going to die. Fae and a few handmaids were trying to help her through the birthing. The king was outside the throne room wanting to go inside but not allowed. Though the throne's occupant had formed to watch. Her hair was drenched from sweat as she pushed screaming the whole while. Her body shook from being so tired, she had been there all day and it had just fallen to the night.
Her eyes narrowed at the demon as her head rolled back gasping for air, it was only a little later she pushed one more time collapsing on the ground breathing heavily. Soon the sound of a baby girl wailed loudly in the air. Fae tried to shush the girl, she was going to tell her and the king the baby had died once she had hidden the babe. But the king heard the baby and came inside.
"Fae give me my boy." He said with a smile. He had birthed few girls so he assumed it was a boy. Fae held the child tighter to herself." It is a girl My lord." The King would chuckle," Then give me my daughter." When she didn't move to do so he would snatch her up taking the child from her. He stared at the baby, her smell came to him. It smelled of magic and the earth, he stared for a long moment then smiled holding her close unaware she was not his. Fae seemed relieved letting out a sigh.
Time would move on to when the young girl was five and was close to the age where her training would begin. Her mother had told her several times to not show her father the magic she could do. She was playing with her dolls making them dance without touching them. Her brothers came in the room shoving on each other. Crevan would snatch up one of her dolls and run off with it quickly. " Give it back." She squealed loudly getting up running after him. "Give it back!" She screamed running down the hall. He was using his teleporting abilities to keep ahead of her.
"Stop!" She screamed some of the windows cracking, Crevan would stop dropping the doll. She would run over picking it up holding it close to her. It had her sad seeing the doll's arm ripped and the dress. She would start to sob holding the doll close. Crevan was still looking at the windows before looking at her after hearing her sob loudly. He would gingerly touch her shoulder." I am sorry.." He whispered in his words. " Let me fix it." He held out his hand. She would look up rubbing her eyes giving him the toy. He would move into a side room where the maids kept their sewing kits. He would sit down and begin to work on the doll. Fixing the doll he would hand it back to her, she would hug the doll and then him smiling.
He would then smile." Let us go to play!" He said touching her than running." Your it!" He yelled running away towards his father's chambers where he thought hiding under the desk would be a good idea. When he got there he realized he was too big to fit under the desk anymore. He would then go to the closet to hide. He heard the door open and close thinking it was her he became excited at the prospect of teleporting and running again. But he heard his father's voice and dread hit the pit of his stomach.
He was not supposed to be in his dad's office. He tried to swallow letting out a soft cry before covering his mouth. His sister came into the room with a reckless skip as she giggled. She was using her magic to make a feather float she had found on one of the hall tables. Her face went slack seeing her mother's husband standing in the office. The feather steadily dropped to the floor as she put her doll behind her back.
His eyes went from the royal color to Blood Crimson. None could do magic without words, blood from witches, Or scrolls. Helliana dropped the crystal ball effect from where she was standing in the library. She teleported to his office standing in front of her daughter, just as he was about to reach her. She grappled with her husband, the little girl crying loudly until Crevan teleported scooped her up, and ran.
They fought like mad dogs biting and clawing, her eyes turned Crimson with anger then more the need to feed. " I knew it!!"He growled loudly between bites. She tried to claw his eyes out before he shoved her away from him as his wounds would start to heal. Her wounds doing the same as she breathed heavily." let me explain.." He snarled before launching at her before backhanding her out of the hall window. She began to plummet over the side of the mountain. She would teleport hitting the ground in the castle knocking the air out of her as she tried to recover.
She saw him moving down the hall with a purpose trying to scent her daughter. She would stand up," You touch her and I will kill you " She screamed shrilly. He would turn whispering some words lifting her off the ground without touching her. " Shut your mouth you wh*re."
Crevan had taken this time to hide her in the city down from the mountain. It had been a place he had been before when traveling with them. He left her alone in a closet told her not to move or speak. He had cast an invisible spell on her, and so long as she did not move she would be fine.
Helliana and her husband were fighting tooth and nail until she saw Crevan and Damien, she would step back not seeing her. "You have to let me explain. " I don't want to hear your lies or the little Bastards." He growled then he smiled as if he had just got an idea. "Let us play a game." He would grab his wife dragging her into the throne room pushing onto the throne with a gleeful smile." Oh, demon take your fill today and grant me control."
The vines would snap out drawing her close as she screamed, her eyes glazing over. The color in them faded away before she slumped in the chair, her husbanded came close to her ear and whispered." Slaughter everyone in the city below." She would disappear from the throne appear above the city falling from the sky before blipping to a rooftop teleporting down to the ground before holding her hand out the thread turning into a white brilliant ribbon.
The head end looked like the tip of a spear but lacking a pole. Essentially a rope dart combo, she would use it to impale the first person she would see her eyes blank as if blind. Her reaction was emotionless until the blood started staining her rope dart ribbon deeply. When she kicked the dart it would go through three people before she ripped it from them tossing them aside her speed was too fast for most to see. Her fight expression was graceful in all its carnage, by the time the city streets were empty the ribbon had turned crimson.
Coming into the houses only extended the slaughter for those that chose to hide. By the time she had finished sweeping the city was empty of all living beings. Or so Her husband thought when he appeared. He searched making her walk with him for the girl. When they did not find her he would release the hold he had on her by telling the throne to let her go.
When she fell to her knees in the middle of the square she wept. Seeing everything around her made her ill, her mind was starting to fray. Looking down at her own hands she would see the blood on her weapon and her clothes. " Clean your mess up and return home." That was all he had said before disappearing.
Helaina screamed and cried thinking about the last thing she remembered assuming her daughter was among the people here. When she looked up and past the blurriness from crying she saw Fae and her child walking from the houses. Her hand was over the child's eyes so she could not see.
Hellaina would move to go to her daughter but Fae would motion to her clothes stopping her. " Let me take her and make her safe from him." That was all she said before leaving her sight.
The orb would show further down the line the young girl now a young lady, the scenery had changed with the castle being on the Isles. The man sat on a wooden throne in front of the marble one for his wife. The girl showed him her magic as he smiled an evil smile. " Again." He said as she would use the pile of rocks to make a spear. " It is amazing, little bastard girl. You are lucky my witch was so smart to save you. " Hellaina sat in the marble throne eyes glazed over as she watched her daughter perform what she considered parlor tricks.
The day went on mostly with such events before night would fall, she had grown tired of making objects of destruction and collapsed on the floor. He would get up and kick her with his foot." I did not say you could stop. Amuse me wretched little half breed. " Hellaina's eyes focused as her hand stretched out slinging her rope dart through his shoulder pulling him down before she was up behind him the sharp part of the weapon at his throat. " Do not kick my offspring you slug." It was a short-lived victory for her. She was thrown across the room and hit her head so hard she fell unconscious.
Time passing till she wakes up in the dark, the smell of magic and clay. She would try to make a light source which briefly worked to show where was before sputtering out. She looked to be inside a coffin, she would start to try and break out. Which failed greatly leaving her to scream and scratch at the lid till she would pass out. Her years were filled with this for thousands and thousands of years.
The orb would then zip out of Felicity's hands and disappearing into thin air. Helliana looked down at the witch who seemed to be still out cold or in a dream trance.
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Post by Thea on Nov 18, 2020 19:18:22 GMT -5
Sarah might have spoken to him in a tentative manner, but in her eyes there was no timidness to speak of. If the old saying "the eyes are the windows to the soul" were true, those windows were lit with such flames that seemed to light the violets of her irises a brilliant, righteous hue.
She didn't have a quip, a soothing word, or noncommittal noise for him when he said that this had been his lowest. Instead, as she stood beside him with her shoulders back and chin lifted, she rubbed the hemmed edge of the hanky Anya had given her between her index finger and thumb to keep her grounded. Knowing that he had died without her knowing it pained her, almost on a physical level. And she was glad that he was here, standing in front of her no matter how angry he was. The level of respect and devotion she had for him was so high, she wouldn't have been able to see the ground.
However...
"Alister said that some of them will be sold," Sarah replied, thankful to have moved on from the subject, refusing to let him see how much it pained her to stand beside him while he was so angry and she couldn't fix it. "I understand exacting justice on those that have done wrong, but I don't see why they are sitting here like chattel when this is what - I know for sure - those children have always known."
That pain she felt was back. Not as extreme before, no, but as he looked away toward the prince she inhaled sharply at what felt like a bird pecking at the inside of her skull. In her left eye she saw nothing, and in her right fireworks danced over her master's harsh face.
If she had felt any better ... if these were better circumstances ... she would say what she wanted right then and there. She would have taken his large hand into her smaller ones, held it fast so that he wouldn't turn away from her again. She would have said that he was more than 'just a soldier' to her.
But he left, and she made no move to stop him.
She didn't know how long she stood there, trying to blink the black and fireworks from her vision, but as Anya came up to her, and Cardinal behind her like a shadow, she set the things down in her hands so that she could give her friend a hug. "I am so ready to be home."
And she meant it.
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There were times, while Felicity intruded into Hellania's past, that she didn't have the stomach to look at the orb. Some instances, she had to fight the urge not to chuck it out of the room. Not that she wasn't honored a nearly-perfect stranger let her look into what seemed like a huge chunk of her past. However, Felicity felt tears of empathy well in her eyes as she loosened the grip she had on the orb. Righteous anger flamed her blood; the desire to throttle Hellania's (hopefully then) husband and that elemental figure was something she had to rein in.
"Thank you," she said to the woman across the way from her. Since growing up around the fae, she hardly ever said those words. That was a quick way to get you into dealing in favors. But she felt it apt to show gratitude to her. A quick breath in, then out as the orb disappeared. She continued only after she had wiped the tears away quickly. "That was ... surreal, is the only word I can describe it." She laughed shakily, rubbing her hands on the skirt of her dress.
A memory overtook her. A gentle one this time, one of her finding out she had an affinity for water in her preteen years. The first time she had been able to breathe underwater.
It seemed almost cruel to relive such a momentous occasion after the atrocities she had seen and heard. But when she got out of it, she shook her head as if to dislodge it.
"It seems only right that I tell you a bit of my past, as well," Felicity said, patting her hands once on her knees. "But first," she nodded to the Seductress. "Is she all right?"
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Post by Voss on Nov 19, 2020 9:46:05 GMT -5
Crevan crouched at the water using his hands to scoop up seawater to wash his face. The salt helped to get the feeling of the crystal off his face, he would have to bathe once they reached the main Isle. He remained on one knee by the water's edge, he would put his fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose trying to focus himself. The myriad of emotions coming from Sarah made his rage sizzle out to just anger. It was hard to feel a confusing mess and keep his anger boiling. The confusion though had him shaking his head before he stood up moving towards the prince.
Julian had just turned around in his pacing seeing Crevan moving to him, his wrist to move to rest on his sword hilt. " I am not in the mood to repeat your anger and speech." Crevan would come to stand before Julian watching his body language. It had a smile curl his lip, "No need to fear. I will pretend it never happened. " The way he said it had Julian thinking he had an ultimatum. " And?" Crevan would shrug his shoulders." That is it. " Crevan believed he did not have to repeat himself with Julian. The Prince would let out a sigh." We are going to have a problem."
Crevan raised a brow at the young man's statement. " I suppose we will boy." They stood staring at each other for a moment. " We will handle this when not so many are watching." He stated to the prince before walking past him down the beach. The Prince didn't turn around as he made his way towards Alister. "Yes, agreed."
Alister watched Sarah implore the General not to push these people into servitude. But he could not help but chuckle on the inside considering she was basically in the same position as those that were waiting to leave the island. The only difference is that he treated her more equal that she did not notice it. His eyes would fall onto Asvi who stood next to her if not slightly behind.
Her soul looked ripe for the plucking magic wise. He would keep an eye on her if he could once they left here. He raised a brow as she watched him," Yes?" She looked him up and down coming up a little closer and whispered," Try me, demon." She smiled before walking away from him, he raised a brow feeling as if she knew what he was thinking.
Anya let out a big sigh then made a worrying noise," Me too." She said hugging her friend tightly. She was trying to think of many ways they may make it off the island as she comforted her friend from all this mess. She knew her concerns and would speak with her Master perhaps he may do something to calm her Master's anger. " Everything will be ok." She said believing that eventually, they would be. Anya held her until Sarah might pull away.
Tempest felt numb, to say the least after her experience. Like this whole trip had been some weird nightmare that seemed to be having trouble ending. She filed away the moment and told herself she would not be traveling anytime soon. She had been trying to avoid looking at Sarah knowing that she probably was on her last thread of sanity. Her thought was if she looked at her she may fall apart because of her father. She again was slightly disappointed in him on how he handled speaking with her. But again she was newly awakened and unaware of the politics of her people.
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Helliana would look to her as if listening for a moment before she shrugged her shoulders." She is alive. I can hear her heartbeat. Perhaps it's a sleeping state the ship put her in for trying to block its ability?" She said with a tone of not knowing. She looked to Felicity," I would make it so she could return. But I don't want to end up like that because of it." She said motioning at her. She was more interested in Felicity's story.
Kahlid spent his time watching and working on ledgers for the ship. Once he seemed done he would walk out once more to the helm of the ship trading off with the first mate. He would steer the ship. He heard someone from the crow's nest say they saw land far off in the distance from above. He knew that it would not take that long to reach the island.
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Post by Thea on Nov 19, 2020 14:15:40 GMT -5
Sarah didn't let Anya go until she saw that her vision had gone back to normal. She will admit, it was a longer hug than they had done in the past. Yet, she needed just a little bit more comfort. A little bit more reassurance.
Her hands went from around Anya's back to rest on her upper arms, fully seeing her best friend for the first time. "Have I ever told you that you are the best friend ever?" If she hadn't before, she was saying it now, her heart - once seemingly crushed - swelling with happiness and gratitude that her first real friend was Anya. Someone she could tell secrets to and go into town with and stand up for.
The bond she and Anya had, she would cherish forever.
When she finally let Anya go, she had turned around so that she could pick up the hanky and blade she had dropped. Only then did she realize that Cardinal had been behind her the whole time, still and silent, watching her.
It was rather ... unnerving, to say the least. Of course, she still had the gut feeling of knowing him before. However, it was like he knew who she was. It was in the way he smiled, eyes squinting just slightly with familiarity. How he had attached himself to her.
Suddenly, all those questions she had earlier when he had given her her pack came to the surface. It was like Anya's comfort had given her a bit of strength. Just enough for her to ask them.
"What are you?"
Cardinal's smile grew impossibly big, eyes shining like the sun had hit emeralds just so. It was as if he was waiting for this. "A faerie, much like you."
Sarah was a bit taken aback at that answer, but she trudged on, "Felicity said that fae can't lie." He was silent, not deigning to answer it because it wasn't an actual question. Sarah scowled when she realized her mistake. "Is it true that fae can't lie?"
"Yes."
Sarah narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him as she moved the items she picked up to one hand, moving to stand beside Anya. "Do you mean to do us harm?"
"No, of course not."
"How did you survive the wreck? Where were you all this time?"
Just because he couldn't lie didn't mean he didn't have to answer certain questions. Like these, so he merely shrugged, then turned away and made his way to the fire. "I sent for help," he answered over his shoulder, reaching behind him under the tunic-like top. Sarah started to follow after, determined to get him to be more elaborate.
He really wasn't elaborate with the answers he had given in the first place. So instead, she watched him walk to the fire, pulling out from under his top a set of pipes.
"You know, I could tell he was truthful with the answers he had given," Sarah mused to Anya. Hope started to bloom within her, a tentative dandelion among a bed of roses, at his answer. "But Felicity said that fae could skirt around the full truth and are naturals at it. I hope that his version of help is our version."
Her eyes moved from Cardinal to Tempest, not knowing how her master's daughter was feeling yet could take a good guess from the look on her face. "Tempest," she called, and if the girl looked her way she would wave her over.
Then she looked over at Julian and Crevan, suddenly nervous. She didn't think she was able to cast a spell to separate them, with how she felt currently. So she was thankful that there was no major male posturing and they separated.
Had they been talking about me? the question floated across her mind. The question disturbed her, so she let it go, instead moving her attention to the new head that popped up.
"Who is that?" she murmured to Anya, motioning with a nod to Asvi.
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Felicity knew from the get-go that she had to talk about Foster's death. Her fingers tightened their hold on her knees as if that would keep her from actually reliving it like the past few memories. But she knew that no matter if she had talked about it or kept it quiet, or if the ship forced her to re-watch it, the death of her mate, partner, husband, and best friend was a defining moment of her life. Foster's death lingered around her no matter where she went.
"My daughter's father and I didn't see eye to eye at first. His appearance had unnerved me initially, and his pretentious attitude aggravated me afterward. He hated how I didn't give him as much respect as my sister did that he and his brother deserved, Foster being the advisor and Kheelan the King's executioner. It was funny, looking back on it, because we knew right away that I was his True One - a really fancy way of saying we were biologically made for each other. Two halves of one whole."
The concern for the Seductress she felt temporarily went away as she looked up at a corner of the room, like she was watching the scenes unfold before her as just a spectator. "Eventually, we fell in love. I'm not exactly sure what the catalyst was, but as I was called to Court more often, the more we saw each other, everyone knew that it would eventually happen. The King had granted him leave of the Court and we made our life in the Forest, which Foster had an affinity for that wasn't unlike my affinity for water."
Soon, the grips she had on her knees loosened. Her shoulders dropped as she was caught up in her story. "Sarah was conceived in a cabin that we had lived in. Of course, we were happy. Excited. We were going to name her Aranel." She skipped over the Seer's prophecy for Sarah, not thinking important to the story because she was just leading up to the part of Foster's death. "I almost died giving birth to her. Probably because I wasn't even a smidge dragon; Kheelan's True One had as much trouble, if not more so. Poor girl was stuck with twins. Anyway.
"Foster had gone to the Palace to petition the King for his healer's help, who was arguably the best healer in all of Faerie. But with the fae, there was no such thing as being generous or doing things simply for the sake of doing them. There was a price. And that price was Sarah's hand in marriage - obviously when she came of age.
"Foster struck that deal. The healer came back to help be bring Sarah into the world. The King came soon after we had gotten into the routine, inviting us to come back and live in the Palace with him. By that time I knew what the deal was, and I was angry that Foster made the deal without consulting me. I would have never-"
She had to stop for a moment to gather her wits, scowling then as she had scowled at Foster. There was no use in being angry. Because this was done and over with. Only when she stopped scowling did she continue. "I couldn't let my baby be married to the King; he only wanted her because he ... was chasing something that wasn't his to have, is the best way to put it. She wouldn't have been able to know what her parents had. What my parents had, too. And I wanted that for her." She glanced at Hellania's eyes, grimacing in apology.
"You probably think I'm daft. I mean, she would have been Queen, with adoring subjects and so much power at her fingertips. But I somehow convinced my love to run away from there. All three of us, living on the mortal plane. Or even living with his father and clan. We would be running for our lives, because once a favor was made, you can't back out of it. But at least we would have had each other." She looked away again, back to that corner.
"When it had been time to execute the plan we made, the Seelie Army had us surrounded. Someone had ratted us out. There was no way all of us could make it out alive. I had given Sarah to a fae that I had actually trusted and told them to take her and watch over her after I sealed her powers. And just in time too."
Felicity brought one of her hands up to rub at her chest, trying to ease her heart's frantic breathing. It had been so long she had remembered it in vivid detail like this. She had to remind herself that she was in a cabin, talking to her companion. Not on her knees, staring across the glen at her mate, one moment alive and then the next dead. "His brother had been the one to lead the ambush, and they had fought. Foster was the better fighter between the two, but Kheelan had used Foster's True Name to get him on his knees and stick his head out far enough for Kheelan to behead him. 'In the name of the King'," she had said mockingly, her voice deep and warbling to mimic Kheelan's.
"Obviously, they didn't kill me. I wasn't the one to make the promise. But because Foster was my husband in the eyes of Faerie, I was also responsible. They had cut my hair and thrown me in prison, leaving me to rot until just recently." She blinked, feeling something knock against her foot. She looked down, a bit shell shocked, to find an orb on the floor.
She lifted the orb with ease, letting it float in between them as if offering to Hellania. "I'm sure the orb can fill in the details."
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Post by Voss on Nov 19, 2020 15:09:57 GMT -5
Anya watched Sarah as she held on to her, she felt the need for the prolonged hug. In which she did not mind at all. It was not a surprise when Sarah looked at her and it made Anya smile. Her statement had her making awe look to her friend." You have said we are best friends. But it is nice to hear it." She said with a giggle. Her grip on her did not let up until Sarah was ready. Though when she looked over Sarah's shoulder seeing Cardinal stare she became unnerved again.
Though when Sarah started asking him questions she would cross her arms watching him. She was slightly surprised at how she figured it out. It gave her a little bit of relief to hear he wasn't a perve. That is what she had been expecting the way he watched her and was constantly trying to get her attention. " I see. I guess that's a good thing? " She raised a brow." Well, if it's not. I am going to use my last tab to blast him. " She mumbled before blurting out what she had thought earlier. "I am sorry but I genuinely thought he was a perve the way he was stalking you."
Tempest heard Sarah call her and she blushed to know that she had been acting weird, she would let out an odd laugh and smiled walking over. She was silent though as she did so, her hands at her sides. She had no idea what to say to her. The whole time her backpack had been missing was now on her shoulders. She felt the weight of it. It seemed even heavier.
Anya would shift and whisper into Sarah's ear," She is one of the indigenous they called a traitor. I think she did something in the past to earn the title. But we ran into her in trying to find everyone. "
Alister moved slowly away from the group to stand at the shore scanning the horizon. A raven would explode from Alister's back taking off in flight like its life depended upon it. He stared as if he saw something in the distance. He was debating ongoing after the General before whatever it came into the more human-like person view.
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Helliana watched Felicity start her story with concern. The way her body was acting subconsciously to the memories she was speaking about, had her moving to the bag under the cloak pulling out a metal bowl that looked as if it had been burned. She would pull things out of cloth as she poured it into the bowl. One of the herbs she put in looked something close to human cannabis but had vibrant colors.
She would keep her eyes on Felicity not saying a word as her fingers waved over the bowl letting the smoke move about the room. Her own tense body relaxed as soon as she took a breath. Even the Seductress seemed to relax and sit up slowly as if she had just had a very hard nap. Setting the bowl down her body leaned forward taking everything she said into account. Hearing that her lover had died she felt that Felicity had gone through worse.
When Felicity asked if she felt that she thought she was daft she would shake her head no." No, I don't." Her voice was soft and caring if not strained." We had been at war with the fae at some point. There are some that you can not simply trust." She said her voice trailing off.
Hellianawatched her pick up the orb before her fingers gingerly reached out to take the orb. She held it like a babe close to her as she looked down into it.
Seductress looked between the too then saw the vampire holding an orb and she felt is she was going to be sick for some reason and her eye started to twitch.
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