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Post by Eliora on Dec 3, 2020 0:04:49 GMT -5
((didnt mean to hold yall up))
Zachaeus narrowed his eyes at Crevan before he huffed, though he turned to Crevan and shrugged. “I havent had the pleasure of tasting human blood. It was never allowed. We were never allowed to bring harm to the humans within our territories, though everyone else was fair game. I was only allowed in the territories and allowed to come home. Normally when i come home the desire to feed has dulled completely.” He explained though , from Crevan’s analysis he wondered if he had not been feeding correctly all this time. Was he like the herbivores that only ate vegetation and missed out on the goodness that is flesh?
He gave the small woman a glance and wondered what her blood tasted like. At the thought he could feel an insatiable hunger begin to pierce through the pits of his stomach. He could feel his body coming alive in ways he never thought possible, even his eyesight was affected. The robust and vibrant colors nearly blinded him, a stark reminder of the millennia that he had spent in the monotone colors of varying tones of blacks, whites and greys.
The surge of emotions that raged within him was strange and completely foreign, some of which he had felt since his younger centuries. Everything he felt confused him beyond imagining and he didnt know what to do about it. He glanced over at Crevan and wondered what his exact intentions were in bringing her there.
Despite his earlier outburst, the thought of another male doing anything with her angered him intensely and he felt his blood began to boil. Zachaeus forced himself to swallow these emotions and the interwoven feelings that came with them. Crevan was his father,mentor and teacher not an enemy. His frame of mind concerned him. Trying to change the direction of his thoughts, despite his entire being wanting to focus squarely on Asvi, he nodded his head to Crevan and took up the seat beside him.
Zachaeus sat cross legged on the ground in front of the fire, Gyzem happily following Zacheaus’s lead and continued to stare at Crevan suspiciously. Zachaeus had taken the satchel from around Gyzem’s neck to pull out a chunk of meat for the young dragon who happily began to munch on it. Zachaeus licked the blood from his fingers as he thought about how to answer Crevan. He was never one to tell a falsehood but he also wasnt sure how to answer the man either simply because he didnt know exactly what Crevan meant by his question. “Has anything come to me? I do not know what you mean?” Zachaeus asked innocently.
For a brief moment he wondered if he should speak to Crevan about what he had just experienced in Asvi’s presence but he was unsure of what to do with it. “You look tired.” Zacheaus stated it as a mere observation. For the briefest of moments he felt a light touch on his shoulder. He paused then gave a small smiles he touched the earth beside him, feeling the welcome and inviting energy within.
Gyzem looked over at where the apparition was before he snorted and went back to eating his chunk of meat.
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Post by Thea on Dec 3, 2020 18:58:20 GMT -5
Cardinal wasn’t expecting the answer he had been given. He had expected something poetic, something sonnet-worthy. The puck had pegged the Prince as a young boy struck by Cupid’s arrow. One who would have readily said that Sarah’s eyes were like twin coins, or maybe that her giggle sounded like a babbling brook. Or maybe despite her bull-headedness she had a loyal hound’s heart and lion-like courage. Hell, he wouldn’t have put it past Julian to say a fancier version of “because Sarah is nice”.
Truth be told, however, he liked Julian’s answer better. It showed Cardinal that Julian wasn’t the boy he looked. That he wasn’t interested in Sarah superficially. That he had better intentions than most of the Prince’s caliber would have. The relief Cardinal felt came like the peace he felt upon coming closer to the Tree of Life - something that he didn’t know he needed until he felt it. Ever since he was charged to watch over Sarah, he had this … concern or state of worry that lurked in the back of his mind. Julian’s initial answer soothed the beast.
Then as Julian continued to speak, the beast rose up again, pacing back and forth.
He didn’t say anything at first, letting the Prince say his piece, other than when he felt Julian’s eyes on him, he didn’t look away from the little girl he watched grow up. Since Cardinal’s creation, few others had the ability to touch his heart like Sarah had. In her eyes, he saw purity. Goodness. Light. Without meaning to, she reminded him that there was more to life than mischief and orgies and deals to be made.
The puck knew that he wasn’t the only one she graced with her presence. She was a magnet. Sometimes, though, she attracted those that would cause her harm. He had promised Felicity to watch over her. What’s more - he made a promise to Sarah that so long he was alive he would do the best he could to make sure that no one hurt her. Sarah may not remember the bond they used to have, but Cardinal never forgot the tears that fell from her face that night.
“Equal,” he echoed softly, pursing his lips. A hand reached up to scratch the back of his head idly. Then he leaned back on his elbows to look up at the sky. “I’m not concerned with Sarah being treated less-than by anyone here. However, I do have one worry.
“Her birth father’s dragon lineage has a term - I can’t recall the word - that basically means that if a dragon sees something that they deem valuable, they will claim it as theirs. This doesn’t just pertain to inanimate things. This …” he made a face as if he was thinking hard, “sensation can include animals and people as well. The dragon will do anything to keep what they have claimed from anyone stupid enough to take it.
“Of course,” Cardinal continued after a large sigh, “Sarah is only part dragon. So I can’t be too certain on how big of an impact Foster’s blood has on her. But I can say with full confidence that she feels this way about quite a few people. You and the General included.”
Cardinal sat up, then, arching his back to stretch it. After a satisfying pop, he went to work on his neck. “When Sarah stepped between you and the General during the Great Misadventure, that was her way of trying to protect you from him. If he had succeeded in the attempt of killing you, it would have broken her. Beyond repair? Maybe not. Regardless, if there is to be a similar situation in the future, and Sarah knows about it, she will do all she can to protect him from you. And if she couldn’t? Well, you might as well ‘rend’ her, too.” He shrugged once before raising his knee to rest his elbow on it, then rested his chin in his palm. “I made a vow to Sarah when she was seven that I would try my best to keep those that intended her harm away from her.” He glanced sideways to the Prince, a warning hardening his emerald eyes.
“Do not make me act on it.”
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Post by Voss on Dec 4, 2020 15:07:35 GMT -5
Julian remained still as his eyes filtered to Sarah. Julian mostly agreed with his assessment. It was sound that she, like a dragon, could become protective of a person or two among the treasure such as gold. The tree's pulsing seemed to slow to the rhythm of a subdued heartbeat at rest. He looked at the tree's roots, seeming to feed the moss and grass. He seemed pleased with the results with Sarah near the tree. His mind was that if the tree responded to her that she would be a candidate for the throne. Though it affected all for the calming, the females were the only ones that could affect the tree back.
Though he had to admit any female that had magic flowing through their veins could affect the tree, but not all were right for the throne. The crystal above seemed to glow even though the moons were not in the sky. The crystal seemed to been storing the three moon's glow to release it when they were not in the sky. The sounds of the roaring of the waterfall that came from the rocks piled behind the tree created white noise. It for a human or any subspecies would hide the sounds around it. Julian could hear his father's approach, however.
The King was carrying his wife towards the beds of moss. She was out like a light still. Damien seeing their young man, would pause only briefly. Damien moved to set his wife close by Sarah. He, however, would sit a pace away from Julian and Cardinal. Julian felt odd speaking in front of his father to the puck. He, however, knew that there would be discomforts along the way to becoming a King among the vampires. Julian had heard the puck's concerns. He had told him what would happen, and Julian was not about to stand by and let the General rend him.
He would not promise anyone anything. He was about to speak upon this when Cardinal told him that he was to protect her because he had made a vow. It was not those words that took the speech from him. It was what Julian perceived as a threat upon either himself or Crevan. Because he knew they would come to blows again if she remained connected to Crevan. The way she was now was through the scion bond through felt emotion or pain or pleasure.
Julian understood the need for Crevan to kill him. The desire to rip him to shreds with his bare hands among other un-niceties. A bond as strong as Sarah had with him, this would be unchartable. The train of thought ceased as he turned to Cardinal. " I know you mean well. Your words have an underlying threat in them. Whether intentional or not. I would have no problem defending myself if the need, should arise I assure you. "
Damien's lips had a smile grow on them briefly before he looked down. The distance he sat did not keep him from hearing them speak to each other. He found his son's wording of what he said a little amusing. Julian would tense briefly before his body would relax again. " Do not get me wrong Cardinal. I want what is best for her. But I simply will not lay down and die." His tone was sharp for that moment only before he was calm and gentle again. His hand would gently move to brush along Sarah's cheek before he stood. His feet in the moss was soothing to him.
His remembrance of being in the garden playing as a wee lad, he thought had spoken to him back then. Now he was more sure it was his imagination. He would look to his mother, who slumbered in the moss. Her dress like a petal's on a flower. One hand rested by her face, its features soft while she slept made her look like a porcelain doll. Her other hand stretched away from her body as she laid on her back. Hair spread among the moss. He looked to his father before turning back to Cardinal. " I doubt you have to worry about her being broken by us. If she sits on the throne, it most likely will break her before we would. "
His smile played on his lips as he stared at the puck." Make yourself at home, Cardinal. "He would walk away from Sarah and his Mother to sit farther from the tree. He would sit by his father to watch from afar, crossing his legs once more. The demeanor of his father relaxed, so much so that he noticed the change. His father had not been near the tree since before Sarah's arrival. Now for him, it was the wait for Sarah to return to the waking world from her deep slumber.
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Crevan seemed saddened by the thought of the lack of feeding. He faced the fire watching the flames dance around the wood. Asvi had added a bundle inside the teapot before placing it and two cups on the tray. She would move out of the kitchen. It was not long before she was out seeing the campfire flicking. Walking to the two, she placed the tray on an upturned log used as a table. Crevan took a teacup after she had poured them the drink. His eyes followed her, moving to the other side of the fire.
He would puff on the steam rising from the cup. " I meant that perhaps you had come into your own?" He shrugged his shoulders, " I mean, you and I both know that you are very different. " He was referring to their species. He figured they at one time perhaps had been from the same. His mind shook its self from the thought. It was not his concern at the moment. He had not a clue about his adoptive son's instincts or how much the two species were similar.
"I, however, will answer to the best of my ability any questions you may have." He knew little more than he did. Realizing that he had yet to drink from a witch or a human gave him an idea. " Asvi, bring some fresh tankards of blood wine. " He said with a smile. Asvi looked up from the flame as if to tell him to stuff it, but then she had a thought and did it, heading into the kitchen for a moment only to return to the keg outside. It was not that far from them. When she turned the tap, a frothy liquid came from it. It was crimson with strange darker crimson peaks instead of white like light ale. The mixture glowed with the essence of magic in the brew. Some of the foam sloshed over the sides as she moved towards them. It drenched her. It seemed as if she was bleeding the mixture from her wrists.
As she stood before them, her arms reached out to them equally in offering the Tankards. Crevan sipped his tea, the light of his eyes darkening with crimson. At the sight of it pouring down for that brief moment lighting the want for the blood. It was like smoke in the air or dye cast into the water. It is easy to look into his eyes and see the blood lust in his iris. He would finish the still hot tea in one swig, nothing playing on his face, setting the teacup on the stump beside him. He focused his eyes on the tankard letting his vision blur for a mere second as he held out both hands to the vessel. She put the tankard in its place in his hands. He reached to the sky as if offering the air the first drink. He brought the vessel to his lips. The richness of the liquid downed quickly, in the edges of his mouth spilling to dribble down.
Him opening his mind with the long draw of the liquid, his eyes focused in darkening to a darker red. It was not like the first time he had drunk from the keg. He figured Asvi had done something to move the settlement of the agent. Now the magic played on his lips of the witch's life essence that resonated in the keg. His hot breath like fire coming out in puffs of billowed magic.
Aranel had enjoyed the connection Zachaeus had with the soil. She often watched over him when he was around his energy. It called to her from the other side. She felt the connection she had with Crevan weakening as the mark that bound them was gone from him. It was sad to Aranel that the only bridge to the soil she had now was to Zachaeus. She watched them now as the offering was before them. She saw a likeness in Avi as she offered the blood in symbolism. She had noticed he had brought a friend though no smaller than a dog, it was a mighty dragon.
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Helliana stared into the fire for moments longer. It was the smell of him in the house that brought her around to sit up, eyes stern in its glare as he entered the main room of the house. He has a smile upon his features. Of course. She would slowly stand. They stepped aside and kept their heads and eyes lowered. When he reached out a hand for her, sharply, she would slap it away. The second time he was less gentle as he reached out with force grabbing her hair." Listen, I made you." Her gasp was of pain or shock. Eyes misted with what seemed sadness, though inside she was seething.
His smile twisted slightly," Behind closed doors, I do not need to be gentle." He whispered as he moved close to her neck. His hot breath brushed against her skin. She could smell blood wine on him from the local tavern. In a moment, a spray of blood hit fae and the group of witches in the face. It was a shock to see Celestine impaled with the many trindles coming from Helliana's body tattoos. Blood began to fill his lungs. " And I no longer am A plaything." She whispered to him close to his ear before licking it. " Take a nap." Ejecting him from her. His body would crumple to the floor as crystal began to form on him.
"Open the house. Or your fate will be handled by me." She said, looking back at the witches. It was quick an utterance of words, and the door lock would pop. Helliana moved out of the house, dress sprayed with his blood. The lamplight, making the white dress eerie. The crimson popped against the pureness. Her pace was slow, dress dragging on the floor. It was only a paused moment for Fae.
The witches remained in the house even though the man that had claimed them was in a shell. They had watched her feel the house with their Master's Wife. Reaching Helliana's side took not much. It was when they set off down the cobbled street in the direction of the Witch's Tavern. Sanctuary. The smell of the air had the scent of salt from the ocean, tavern's ales, and blood wines thick and heady in the air. It was yet in eye's view leaving the feel of a haven in it.
The feel under her feet of the stone was cold to the bone. Yet, it did not phase her as her steps brought her closer. She felt the grain of the wood once she had stepped up the stairs pushing in the doors. The music inside of drums that a small group who sat by the bar played instruments made of stretched hide and bone for flutes. The boxed one looked as if of cat guts stretched across it, the bow of fine horsehair. It was full of witches no vampire insight among the tables. Each head had turned the throat sang loud until it was silent. Once, was seen who it was, the song picked up again.
She walked out into the middle of the tables to sit, laid her head on the table. Sound soothing her, the hum of voices and magic filling the room. Fae would sit down next to her throwing up fingers showing how many drinks and a sign of what they wanted. Tonight was the meeting of the witch clans, the one night where they did not have to bend to the Masters or Mistress.
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Post by Eliora on Dec 15, 2020 1:32:57 GMT -5
Zachaeus stared at the dancing flames and raised a hand to it and sighed when it didn't answer his unspoken command and simply danced happily in front of him, offering its warmth as consolation. He was happy to see the vibrant colors of the flames again. The drab world he’d been living in was broken and renewed with the presence of the female. He wondered if she had done something to him, she was a witch after all, there was no telling what abilities she had.
He knew the moment Asvi walked back outside and tracked her though he didn't lift his eyes to look at her. “There was a change in my senses as if a dam of emotions broke and my ability to see color has returned. There are words pressing on my tongue in a language i don't know but somehow instinctively know every time i see that female you brought with you. My entire being wants to reach out for her and I don't like it. These things confuse me seeing as how I have never felt this before.” Zachaeus said as he finally looked up at Asvi when Crevan told her to bring another drink. “Other than that, several centuries ago, I had become strong enough to finally shift. I could always feel it just under my skin.Mother would call me her tiny caterpillar and always looked forward to seeing the butterfly that i would become.
Father on the other had grown tired of waiting. He threw me from the mountaintop and said if I were to change it wouldnt just happen, it would need to be forced to happen. To be fair , he wasn't wrong. Half way down the mountain I shifted into a Golden dragon. For a brief moment it was hard to use my wings though I sorta relaxed and let natural instinct take its course. Soon I was gliding across the treetops and flew back up to the lair.
Needless to say, Mother was not happy in the least with Father’s antics and clawed his face before she flew out to get me only to be surprised to see me coming back up. It was really tiring and I immediately turned back and dropped to the floor of the lair. Mother surrounded me and held me tight snarling at Father each time he tried to come near me. Before he gave up and flew off i could hear him saying ‘Syrros you are being unreasonable, the youngling is still alive. You coddle him too much, from now on he will be trained with the other young males.’’ Zachaeus chuckled at the memory, shocked at his own laughter and the fondness he had.
“You and father are alike in many ways.” he said going back to his thoughts. He reached over and picked up the other cup of tea and drank it after blowing it a few times. It was tasty. “My affinity with the elements have gotten stronger though still it seems as though they have their own minds because they dont always do what is asked of them. Is that normal?” He asked, wondering if there was something wrong with him or if it was something that just happens.
He was trying to figure out what had happened to him for him to come into his own. A lot of what he knew about himself was found out through experimentation led by Crevan that had always led to him sleeping deep in the arms of the earth,sometimes for extended periods of time. Initially the earth didnt know how to respond to him, but after a while it became accepting and rejuvenating. He was glad that it had become so accepting of him because it would definitely be an integral part of his childhood.
He had been exposed to sunlight just to see how long he could last. Unlike Crevan he couldnt initially walk freely in the sunlight without being affected by it but over time he would be able to last longer and better able to handle the side effects that came with it. Dont get him started on his regenerative abilities. They had found that too was an incredible ability only to get better with time and training. Thinking back on it, Crevan constantly nearly killing him helped him to discover quite a bit about himself. Living among the dragons had as well.
So he thought long and hard about it before sighing. At the moment he couldnt come up with anything though if he were to become curious about anything he would definitely speak to him, though there was one question on the tip of his tongue though it soon slipped his mind as he heard Crevvans words. “Blood wine?” He asked with a tilt of his head.
Soon his attention had gone to Asvi, the moment the scent of the mysterious liquid hit his nose, his entire being came alive for the second time that night. The need to feed hit him so hard he hissed his fangs had elongated in anticipation for the drink that was being offered, there was something about it that hit him different. It was different than the animal blood that he'd been drinking for centuries, it was much stronger and pungent with a sweet allure.
He subconsciously ran his tongue slowly over his fangs before he focused on what Crevan had done. It looked like a small ceremonial gesture that he was doing and wondered to whom he was making the offering to. He turned back to Asvi and the tankard that she offered. His eyes would meet hers a moment before he took the drink. “Thank you.” He said and looked down at the strange liquid. He turned to the direction of Arnel’s shrine and made the same gesture for her that Crevan had made to the air, giving her his thanks for healing him and being there for him.
He would bring the tankard back to himself and sniff it before he would take a drag from the tankard. His mind was blown by the explosion that took place within his body starting from his mind down to his toes. It amplified that calming waves of the explosion of color and emotion that he had felt only moments ago. Every nerve in his body had come alive. He felt the ground move beneath his feet, the nearby flame roared to life as its dance changed to something more lived. The taste and sound of the blood flowing in the veins of those whose company he shared.
His hunger came fiercely and sharp, it took all of his strength to remain where he was. He began to growl softly and felt a rumble deep within the earth that took him by surprise and caused him to stop. He downed the rest without hesitation and felt a power course through him that he had never before felt. He looked at the empty tankard then turned his eyes to Crevan,they had become deeper and more rich in color. “I feel like every inch of my body has come alive. I can feel and sense everything.” He said in an almost monotone voice as his astonishment and surprise lay just beneath it.
“I-is this normal? What did I just ingest? Is this really blood?” He asked almost in wonder. His attention turned to Asvi and he licked his fangs once more. With a growl, he moved faster than he had ever moved before and stood towering in front of Asvi as his body seemed to move on its own. It seemed instinctual and predatory. He dropped the tankard during his movement and reached out to Asvi. He intended to take her hand in his and bring her wrist to his mouth so that he could lick the liquid from it. Though of course, if she snatched away or refuse the gesture, he’d simply back away a few steps and simply stare at her before turning to look at Crevan.
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Post by Thea on Dec 21, 2020 13:33:34 GMT -5
Felicity couldn't sleep.
The after effects of the spell seemed to dance on her skin, leaving her with the sensation of gosebumps that didn't go away no matter how much she rubbed her arms. She was cold, despite the warm night air and how much she tried burrowing under the covers.
Her thoughts whirled around in her mind like spinning tops, and if she focused on just one she got dizzy. What the hell was her problem? She wasn't a worrier. With her adventurous spirit she usually threw caution to the wind. Now, it was all she could do not to pace the floor. It had to be the maternal instinct, Felicity thought. It wasn't like she was worried for her own sake.
Angrily, she tossed the covers aside and sat up. Her hands went to rub roughly at her face before patting her cheeks a bit too hard. She needed to get a grip. Sarah was fine - at least, at the moment. Besides, it wasn't like Sarah would be ... ripped to shreds or something. In fact, Felicity didn't need to worry about Sarah being physically harmed by either Crevan or Julian. Sarah was beloved of the royal family, as well, so Felicity was confident in the protection that that would bring her.
No matter how many times Felicity told herself this, she still had a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"Felicity, you daft old cow," she muttered to herself, standing up. She wanted a hug. A simple squeeze and maybe a "everything will be fine" sort of reassurance. But she shook the notion away when her next thought was of who she wanted the hug from. "Ridiculous. Let's go for a walk."
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Still in the dress she wore during the spellcasting, a sweet dove gray number that had a nice swish swish when she moved, she walked through the city streets at a slow pace. Market stalls were closed and vacant, giving a sense of serenity and peace to the witch as she wove through the maze-like alleyways. Having been a Seelie courtier for so long, she knew how to socialize. But she couldn’t help but feel the need to be alone sometimes, too. Her eyes closed in bliss as she breathed in the salty air of the docks before sighing. Felicity found herself feeling the itch to dance.
Her thoughts and fears and worries slowed. She found herself unclenching her jaw and rubbing her sore teeth with her tongue. A series of memories came to her, unbidden as the need to dance in the empty streets became stronger. Not unlike tonight, where her magic responded so strongly to the celestial bodies above her, she and her family would have danced under them. And it wasn’t uncommon that they would dance in the nude.
The difference between then and now was that as she gave in to the urge, she stayed dressed. While she was comfortable with her body - stretch marks and all - she didn’t feel it appropriate for the place. What if someone else just so happened to be walking by? Nudity in the bathhouses was different from nudity in public.
Her steps started out slow, almost hesitant as if she couldn’t remember. Once she started humming a tune, she started moving faster. Eventually, the witch became lost in the moment; there were no empty stalls. No people. Nothing. It was just her and the moons above. Humming became singing and steps were coming faster and more sure.
Soon, the dancing ended. Felicity opened her eyes and looked around, breathless and much more at ease with the circumstances Sarah was in. Or rather, less overwhelmed. With that thought she took in the environment she found herself in: a rather dark alleyway that if she were anyone else would have believed would be a perfect scene to be murdered in.
But not her.
“Lady Felicity!” someone said from just off to the side of her, making her jump and swear. When she recovered, she looked to the source of her name. A being about her height came forward, the light from the moons above highlighting the contours of his face and brightening the gleeful smile he had on his face. With pitch-black hair going down his back and white spots covering his tan skin and furry legs, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt who it was.
“Shib?”
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With his head tilted in an inhuman manner, he let Julian speak his piece. Cardinal did not mean to imply that he would try to harm Crevan or Julian. Rather, if Julian and Crevan attacked each other with the knowledge of what that could do to her, Cardinal would just take Sarah away. After all, did Julian not admit that he would rend anyone that stood between him and Sarah, including Crevan, even if it would break her? Cardinal had simply made a vow to keep Sarah away from those that would intend her harm.
But as he thought about his unintentional implication, he realized that he would fight Crevan and Julian if it would come down to that. He knew how to, of course, even though he wasn't much of the fighting type. The fae were very big believers in honor. And he knew that if Sarah's honor was in jeopardy, he would be her champion. That would be the only way he would be willing to go toe-to-toe with Crevan and Julian. He hoped that it wouldn't come to that.
Damien's presence didn't have an effect on him like it did the Prince, but he did notice how hesitant Julian was to continue talking. It made him wonder in the back of his mind if there was something between father and son that no one knew about. The thought only lasted seconds as he watched Julian's tenderness toward Sarah. Still asleep, Sarah had responded to the Prince's touch by turning her head to rub her cheek against his hand. When he pulled away she would turn her head again, shifting to lie on her stomach as she seemed to reach out toward Laina.
At the mention of the throne, he felt his heart seize briefly. How could he have forgotten? Since coming to the Isles, he had heard snips and bits of the infamous demon that resided within the marble chair. Understood that it was a large reason why Sarah had to do this spell tonight. With Julian's and Sarah's feelings toward each other, he knew that it was in due time that Sarah would sit on it as Queen.
But not if Cardinal had anything to say about it.
"I might just do that, Princey,' Cardinal said. He didn't thank him outright. No, that wasn't the fae's way. But the nod of respect he gave to him was close enough.
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Post by Voss on Dec 24, 2020 14:22:24 GMT -5
(let me know if i missed anything)
Alister had returned to his form from flying as a Raven, he had delivered the message he needed to. He adjusted his suit looking around the throne room. He felt the stirring of the demon within it and smiled a little, though the smile was quick to fade. The swirl of smoke standing as a figure before him twice his size its mouth moving as a voice spoke." You betrayed me!"
Alister would chuckle staring at the falseness of the demon he had been assigned to. " I do as I please once I have a soul to chase after. I have one. So I can choose what to do until otherwise." He looked at the figure as if he did not need to be afraid. In all reality, Alister could go rogue. This meant that he would not have access to their knowledge. The smoke figure roared when Alister disappeared from this plane of existence.
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Alister appeared putting a book in his suit jacket walked towards the stables for the castle. Moving from there he moved off towards the training yard. Seeing most of the men were their he remembered it was the witches' night of the year for their gathering places. He felt the need to head back inside. He had wanted to speak with Felicity at one point, but she had retired to her bedroom. He walked through the halls, not wanting to just pop into her room and scare her.
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A vampire wandered down an alleyway, he seemed nonchalant as if he was merely walking back to his home. A mixture of scents hung in the air around where he was headed. He did not have to go far before he was in a den of strung out vampires and faerie. He had been here before smoking on the luminescent looking powder. He waited in the shadows of the entryway. He had been not there but an hour and a half ago, seeing as the streets were empty he had not found what he was looking for not once. He had forgotten all the witches out be together, this meant he would have to find other prey.
The drug's effects for a more sensual feeling had sent him into a slight rage when he had not found anyone over the hour he had been gone. He figured if he waited there someone would show up that was not already inside. Though if nothing came along he would move inside to join the party already in progress.
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Crevan finished the blood wine as he listened to the young man. He let him speak about what he felt about recent events. He knew what to tell him about that. It seemed at the moment though that he just wanted to have someone to speak to. When he told him the story of how he was able to fly and said his father had a lot in common that made him chuckle a little. " Perhaps."
He knew he would have done the same if not worse to him to make him take that leap because he had. He often took the boy close to death on several occasions. He did so to make sure he could live in a place where his people had never set foot before ever. The image that filled his head was something that he imagined what it had looked like. He had recalled his time spent near the two dragons. They were like night and day to each other, which he found to be complementary.
Crevan stiffened when he notices the attention briefly on Asvi, his muscle tendons and all became like a live wire. When Zachaeus drank from the strong liquid Crevan let out a soft breath. One he had not noticed he had been holding. "It is the blood of witches. We turn it into a spirit." He watched him closely. " Yes, this is normal. .."His voice trailed off as he watched the boy's focus turn to Asvi again.
He was about to launch between them when Asiv slapped his hand away with a few words of power a shield would go up around her. The color of the shield was flickering back and forth. "I did not say you could drink from me. " Her body went to a more defensive stance. Crevan would chuckle lightly.
When Zachaeus looked to Crevan he would smile and speak on all those questions." Your birth mother told me that all males of your kind tend to lose themselves after two hundred years. " He played with the stein. " They lose all color in life everything turns grey. If they drink dry killing their victim. That the kill would turn the drinker into a dark like being what they call vampires." He would look between the two.
"But since it seems you have found your life mate already that technically should not be a problem. " He would laugh standing up heading for the keg to get another stein filling it with blood wine. Asvi stared at Zachaeus. " I have been told Vampires take what they want without question. But I, Asvi of the willow clan, the last of my line shall not be treated as chattel. "
Her eyes were orbs of anger though behind that anger was a tinge of fear. The smell of it filled the area as the shield flickered out after a moment. It in itself seemed to shock her. Aranel was not about to let another witch play in her garden with that attitude. This gesture though made her very tired and she faded from the garden. Crevan was not about to interfere if he did not take it too far. If the boy did not stop feeding on her he would pull them apart and heal her by useing her blood.
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Laina had shifted as her chest would rise and fall her hand now reaching towards Sarah showed she felt a presence even in her sleep that was familiar to her. Her facial features showed that she might be hearing someone. The tree's pulse changed once more to a rhythm that wasn't in the room. It was not a long recovery time for Laina who woke and stretched out with a large yawn. She blinked looking around remembering being taken to her room as she had awoken several times. It was like she had never sat on the throne all the ill-feeling seemed to be gone from her. She would smile looking up at the tree before touching one of its roots.
Seeing Cardinal with Sarah and her son with her husband she would sigh as she stood. She would smooth her dress as she stood. "It is best you leave my dear husband." He would smile to her before standing, he and his son had been chatting back and forth for a moment. Damien walked out of the garden. Julian came to his mother and she put her arms around him hugging him."She needs you near her. " She said gently caressing his face. " You are magical to son. Stay near her. " He would just nod watching her walk away from the opposite of his father.
This seemed to concern him but he remained here. Looking down at Sarah, he would sit pulling her to him. Laying her head in his lap as he played with her hair gently. His eyes looked to Cardinal.
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Liana walked up a pair of stairs slowly as she seemed focused as she reached the top of them. It leads into a hall and two other halls on either side of the stairs. She headed straight down the hall ahead. When she was about to touch the handle to the door it would open.
She would push it open stepping inside, once she was inside enough the door would slam shut making her jump. The table had five spots on it with four people sitting in chairs. Lights for each chair to aluminate each one below. She would walk and sit down at the head, " Where is your husband." A deep and dark voice spoke from the chair furthest from her. Laina would not answer right away as she sat down getting comfortable. " He is busy." The voice would make a sound of disgust. " You are a woman. You have no say here." She seemed to smile a little. " I have just as much say as any of you as I am the queen of the people. Try and remove me from the room." She said.
They all seemed to notice that she was less lethargic or sick than before. They remained silent as she eyed them." I refuse for this to go on any longer, two of you will have to pick a female representative from now on. I do not care who." The deep voice laughed outright." You may be stronger now but that does not mean you are stronger than me."
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