Voss
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Post by Voss on Jan 25, 2016 15:47:03 GMT -5
( Jewel) Having a few days passed before Crevan had returned to his tent, giving her time to adjust to sleeping where she wanted. He had ordered to have no one bother her unless she asked for help, this gave him time to...become the man with out the glowing eyes that seemed to frightened her. When he returned they were the calm royal Purple and silver platinum flecks the were before, he stood out side the large tent in the early morning his breath fogging the air. He felt as if he could not go inside for some reason, he felt relief when one of his soldiers approached to report. " So far no more infected on any other island. " When the soldier paused he would look at him as if asking him to continue. " The Miss spent most of her time with her mother training. We kept a eye on her when she was here. " Crevan frowned wondering if she was inside the tent now. He would not ask just remain silent. The young soldier remained silent," The young man returned after his punishment in good health. The king said that he should still hold to the laws and if he was not going to kill him he should at least punish him. " Crevan merely nodded, he knew why some of the rules were placed. If no one adhered to the law of the mark then it would be a blood bath on any they so chose to drink from. The young man would shift a little on his feet," We have had a few more urchin stealing on the streets. They seem to want to end up in the dungeon, it concerns me a little, the woman that takes care of them is very sweet. I can not understand the need for them to steal. " Crevan would chuckle a little and look at him. " I did a few things i was not proud of as a young buck myself. It is normal they will grow out of it" He put his hand on his shoulder. " I remember when you used to be a little hellion, your father was a good man and died for his king. Some children need a father for guidance, and these children have neither their mother's or father's. Take that into consideration when you judge them. " The soldier would nod before bowing and walking away. Crevan would move inside the tent the feeling gone from him, the subtle fear of entering the tent. He placed his helmet on the table seeing his armor rack in his war room of the tent he would start to take it off. As he did so he hoped that spending time with her mother and Anya had taken the nightmares she might of had away. He no longer had the nightmares of his old life, it was for the first time he did not focus on the rage of what had been.
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Jan 25, 2016 20:48:42 GMT -5
Sarah didn't go to bed until midnight. It's been like that since they came back from the fishing isle. Going to bed later than what she was used to, then waking up before the sun. It was all because Felicity wanted to train her before her birthday.
The exhausted girl didn't complain; the infected had her scared for her life, but the mere thought of them hurting the people she grew to care about … that's was absolutely terrified her. So she dove head first into whatever Felicity threw at her now. There was no break save for food and sleep.
Though just because she trained long and hard didn't mean she became a master within those few days. Felicity commended her on her progress, but it was the equivalent of a seven-year-old in their line – about halfway to the intended checkpoint.
Nonetheless, Felicity gave her the day off. Since Crevan had been gone she had the guts to sleep in the enormous bed of his.
And it felt good.
Though since he was back she was now sleeping in the chair at the foot of the bed. She didn't believe she would have gotten in trouble (after all, she did end up in the bed – alone, thankfully – that one time, and he did offer it in the first place) for sleeping in it. But just thinking of them sharing the same bed made her blush.
The chair, she found out before she conked out, wasn't as comfortable as the bed. To her aching body, she didn't care. It was sleep. Sleep that couldn't wait for her to change into sleeping clothes. She didn't have a dress on, though. Which was good.
Currently, she was snoring faintly, mouth slightly open with her arm over her eyes to keep the sun from waking her up. It didn't matter; she was so used to sleeping so little that the smallest noise could make her turn over in her sleep. The clink of armor was just enough to startle her, "I'm up!" She sat up quickly, bleary eyes opening to look around for Felicity (who had a habit of pouring water on her face). But she wasn't there.
At least, not in the sleeping room. "Felicity? You promised me the day off."
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Voss
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Post by Voss on Jan 25, 2016 23:24:47 GMT -5
Crevan would chuckle hearing her shout she was up, he walked into the other room when she called out to her mother. He would close the slide on the tent causing the room to go pitch dark. " No it is not, rest. It is only your Master " He said, his voice sounded like it was trying to be soothing even with the words he had used.
" I merely came to check on you, why are you sleeping in the chair. The bed is not being used. " he would move to his armorer pulling out another pair of cloths. " I am going to bath, Oh I do hope they treated you to all the luxuries at the Castle. " He wondered if she had been to busy training to enjoy a nice hot bath, though he doubted her mother would allow that.
He smiled moving about in the dark grabbing items for his bath in the war room. He sniffed the air to make sure she had not been marked while he was away, he eventually would have to press for the mark or force it upon her.
He stood there waiting till she either got up fully or got up and went to lay in the bed, " You know you are welcome to sleep in the bed when I am not around ..or when I am " He did not understand the reason behind her not wanting to be that close to him. It was not like he was going to try and mate her that soon, he preferred courting over the fast pace when it came to the matters of the heart.
The sound of a collar could be heard in the other room, a wolf with armor on would slip into the darkness with them his eyes glowing in the dark. " Good boy" He said leaning down to scratch him. " My companion can keep you company if you like? OH by the way how did Alister behave around you while i was gone?"
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Jan 26, 2016 8:42:49 GMT -5
Master.
Sarah's never said it before. In her stay here she completely forgot that she had been bought. Like, she had been a victim of the human trafficking system before she came here. But that word … the title that Anya uses for King Damien reminded her of her origin.
To be honest – she didn't really care. She was fed, and clothed, and she had some friends. But his response had her thinking that she really needed to get used to using that word. After all, most humans don't go around saying 'master' nowadays.
When in Rome, though, do as the Romans do.
"Oh," she murmured softly, before rubbing an eye tiredly and yawning. When she was finished she tried to get used to the dark that suddenly settled in the tent. "I just thought that you'd want to sleep in it." She didn't care that she accidentally hinted that she slept in the bed while he was gone. "It's important to get eight hours of sleep … Master."
That word was very … formal. Weirdly formal. Though the hesitance in using that word was only because of that. It was as if she never met the red-eyed Crevan before. She wasn't scared. Didn't shake. Her heart rate didn't speed up. Which was good. She did an excellent job at suppressing that part of the memory.
A blush steadily rose to her cheeks, and she was informed that since it hurt it was a pretty bright blush that overtook all of her face – not just her cheeks. "All right," was all she could say. Because "I know" sounded rude, being offered yet declining the offer. Yet she was raised to think that until marriage she had to sleep in her own bed. She didn't believe that Crevan would hurt her like that, but it was hard to break from how she was raised.
Even when she found out she was a witch, it was hard to believe because she grew up believing in reason and Science.
Reluctantly, she stood up and padded to the side she had been sleeping on while Crevan was away – in the back of her mind she wanted to know where he had gone – so that she could pull back the cover. At the sound of the collar she looked toward the sound. All she saw was a pair of glowing eyes, but she didn't freak out. Instead, the little girl inside her became giddy.
A dog! Well, it might be more than just a dog. But still! She liked dogs. Missed her own canine companion back in the human realm. A soft smile came to her face, before answering him. "He doesn't have to." Her brows drew together a bit though. Why would Crevan ask that? "He's been good." Slowly, she sat down on the edge of the bed. "Felicity didn't fight with him, at least." When she turned herself to face him and cover her lap, she suddenly asked, "Where did you go?"
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Voss
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Post by Voss on Jan 26, 2016 9:39:16 GMT -5
Crevan smiled while he had watched her hint that she had slept in the bed," How did you know I was back?" He did assume that his men had told her or perhaps she had bonded to him, he was not aware if her mixture of species could bound like the other scions. His eyes glowed only lightly like a purple ocean. " I can see in the dark and that shade is beautiful as always on you " He was referring to her blushing deeply, he wondered if it was to using the word Master and he chuckled lightly. The wolf walk over and lay his head on the bed, he could tell she loved animals of his nature so Crevan thought it was a good choice. " He can understand you very well so if you need me or anything ask him and he will lead you to me" He said softly.
Turning he would head for the flap of the tent section before he stopped, her asking him where he had gone made him feel a fleeting feeling of dread. Like she was his wife and she had asked why he had not come home last night, " I was hungry, and I did not think you were ready for me to feed " He said his voice taught sounding. " I had to stay away till I could force my hunger down. I had reached a blood lust. " He made a short laugh" Which is good for battle but not for prey or pets " He said softly and exited the into the other room lightly now filtered in a little bit. Sarah would hear people entering the tent and the sound of water being poured into a tub.
" Thank you shang..." Crevan's voice filtered in and the sound of what might of been chines language thanking him, the sound of coins being dropped into the mans hand. Then the sound of people leaving. Yes Crevan did not want to see her face when he told her, he was sweet on her in public and private. Those that still followed the old way frowned upon such things, a Scion was known to be special but was to never have any one shown as such. The term Master meant the pet was suppose to bend to his or her will with out question, Crevan was not of that mind set which seemed to get him into trouble with the old bloods. Specially his father.
The wolf would lick her hand trying to draw her attention from Crevan in the other room so she would pet him. He would whine and move his tail back and forth slowly before sitting, he really wanted her to remove his armor. His tail wagged back and forth dusting the floor, he would do a growl howl that turned into a whining yawn.
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Jan 26, 2016 19:02:51 GMT -5
"I asked," she responded after a bit of hesitance. Honestly it was merely curiosity. She stuttered as soon as she gained her courage to ask. She had a tendency to stutter when not comfortable. And at the time she had been very uncomfortable; the teasing that she got about being smitten with the man in front of her made her want to prove then wrong that she wasn't. Though in asking when he was coming back just cemented what she didn't want to be true.
She couldn't blush any more than she was, but if she could she would have. Oh, she knew that he was talking about the red that undoubtedly covered her face. But she didn't say anything. Really, what could you say to a compliment that completely contradicted her belief that red completely clashed with her freckles? And the light-blue of the dragon skin.
She couldn't help but giggle a bit at the memory of her mother proving her point that her father would compliment her by doing many fashion taboos and parading in front of him. Sarah was always eager to see the comical action and reaction between her parents. The giggle was immediately after his compliment, so it looked like she was responding to him.
But she didn't catch on.
She looked down at the canine, smiled, and held out her hand palm down so that the dog could get acquainted with her. In the back of her mind, she asked herself why she hadn't seen such a beautiful beast until now. But out loud she wouldn't say anything other than, "Will do."
Her light-hearted feeling changed. Her rib cage tightened, and the blush quickly receded to a frown. Sarah believed him without question, about the bloodlust. And put two and two together concerning his red eyes that day. No, the girl might not have been ready for him to feed. But there was this feeling that she got. This … jealous possessiveness. Like – that was her job. To take care of him because that's what servants did. They took care of their masters. And if he was her master, she wanted to take care of him, dang it. Who did he go to and where did he go so that his blood lust could go away?
This feeling was so intense that it startled her. It was similar to that day Alister took the coin from her – which she had by the rose clip and the stiletto in the armoire. But that didn't have her heart racing. This did. Was she becoming obsessed?
She let him go after a near silent "oh". Her eyes adjusted to the new light that came in. Which was good, because her hands immediately went to search for the clasps of the dog's armor. "I don't suppose you can tell me your name, buddy," she said after releasing one clasp. A smile graced her face, temporarily not knowing that Crevan was still in the tent.
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Wings ripped silently through the air. But the excitement coming from both the dragon and his eldest daughter was practically shouting. The portal they had passed through promised a bright blue sky and leafy green tree tops. A major difference to the rocky cliffs and scruffy bushes they called home.
An exhilarated laugh escaped Sapphira's lips as she held her hands out wide. Despite her wingless appearance she always loved to fly. To feel the wind whip her snowy hair to and fro. To feel the soft clouds caress her scaly skin. Sometimes, she even ran and danced along her father's back and jumped, knowing that her father wouldn't ever let anything bad happen to her.
In this aspect, she never matured like her siblings.
Smoke drifted from Cindimir's nostrils as he slowed. It took only a few minutes until they got fifty feet from the town in which his daughter (in law, in all technicalities) and granddaughter were. Then suddenly he dropped like the carts of an amusement park ride, causing Sapphira to screech with excitement.
About ten feet above the ground, he suddenly stopped his descent. It was rough on the wings for an adolescent dragon. But for Cindimir it felt like an annoying fly's bite on either side. Just like calloused hands, wings could be worked until they grew tough.
And he was rather … timeless.
Neither of them spoke until they got to the gate. When they approached Cindimir had stopped flying to walk the rest of the distance. His wings were folded tightly against his sides, and he let Sapphira slide off his neck to approach the guards.
"Good day," she greeted, wearing a white silk dress and a necklace with a pendent that looked as if fire was trapped in it. She was barefoot – after all, it was rather difficult to find shoes for dragon-like feet. "We've been given permission from your king to come see our family."
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Voss
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Post by Voss on Jan 27, 2016 10:09:47 GMT -5
Crevan stripped down from his tunic and breeches, his leathers being already removed while shang had set up the tub and hot water. He loved it scorching his hand would run through the water and the sting felt cleansing, stepping into the water had him feeling as if he was melting. He only growled when his more private parts touched the water, slipping down into it he noticed there was not enough water. He wondered why her demeanor changed when he had told her the reason he had stayed away. Chuckling he thought perhaps she was jealous for some odd reason, thought he could not understand why meditating was something ot be jealous of. He did not fancy live stock's blood and the women at the tavern's bordello was not something he sought, calming was more soothing then sating his blood lust on a innocent. It was just not his style, his father on the other hand would of drained some one with out a thought and laughed and drank while he did so.
He would start to scrub himself Shang bring in another few buckets of water filling up the tub till it reached his peck's. Crevan would sink down into the water making it rise enjoying the heat, Closing his eyes while he bathed himself using a rough wash cloth to scratch any dirt from his skin. Feeling as if he could finally rest was something he looked forward to, the blood lust when not sated quickly left him feel stiff from battle. If he had fed he would of felt a high that no drug could match from any realm, then his body would of felt as if it was melting away his sores from battle. Instead he had meditated and tried to have a massage from Ching's parlor, he only got as far as the door before changing his mind. He was glad he had chose to come home to his tent, the water from shangs was always soothing.
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The guards where bored as hell leaning against their spears," So I was sitting at the tavern last night drinking a- a few. " The other guard would look at him and roll his eye's" Yeah a hot girl came and sat down by you? That new trollop they got working there right?" The other one looked at him an rolled his eyes. " Bet you spent twice as much .." He fell on his ass when the dragon landed the other brought up is spear while he pissed himself. The one on his ass would look to the girl that slide off his back and frowned. " What? The king?" The gate would start to open causing them to scramble out of the way. Anya stood on the other side, " If you plan on coming through the gate you are far to large. "She spoke to Cindimir as she curtsied, her eyes would flit to Sapphira and her items. She would quickly look down, " I am to escort you to the palace" She said softly, she didn't think the training yard would be big enough. She wondered if he would have to set down in the Colosseum.
Damien in side the castle seemed to pace back and forth in front of the throne of his wife, turning his eyes to her sitting his his. She seemed confused as to why he had refused to let her sit in it, he seemed worried about her more lately. " Darling are you ok?" She asked he merely held up a hand, she knew he was thinking about something. " It needs to be removed" She blinked before looking to it" what? why? I am fine. " He glared at her and she looked down. " That is a lie, you are weak and tired. I will find another way to protect the isle's." She laughed and shook her head before looking to him. " You wont. For all fathers faults he would not have allowed this to go on if he had another way. " She stood up walking over to him slowly before looking up at him, her gentle soft silken hands touched his rough stubble face. She would smile as he leaned down to her pressing his forehead against hers, " Stop worrying ok?" She whispered softly as he slowly took arms around her to hold her. " Ok" He whispered, though it was a lie that he would stop. He was going to continue till he found a way.
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Jan 27, 2016 18:26:53 GMT -5
Maybe if she knew that he'd not sated his bloodlust from drinking from someone, she wouldn't be so – all right, she had been jealous. She didn't know the reason why. But she couldn't deny it. At least, she couldn't deny it to herself. If Crevan asked she'd deny it to him. Because she didn't find the reaction to be normal.
She should be glad that he didn't drink from her.
With that thought process her hands were quick and efficient in finding and getting the armor off the canine. At his growl, though, all movement stopped. Suddenly, she realized that Crevan was in the tent. And just in the other room. Her cheek felt the sharp sting of biting into flesh as she unwillingly blushed. After a few seconds, she let go and shook her head to get it out of this funk.
"Are you okay?" And then after a pause she added, "Master?" Regardless if he answered, she finished getting the armor off the canine. A small sigh of triumph left her mouth, because she had found it rather difficult towards the end in unhooking the armor. Now she stood up from the bed, bent down, and after giving the canine a scratch under his chin picked up the armor.
"Um … where do I put this armor?" Her voice was above the clinking of the armor. Followed by her question was a yawn. Other than that, her exhaustion was all but gone. She might as well get dressed for the day.
Besides, she thought that some of Felicity's family – well, Sarah's biological father's – was supposed to be coming. Her grandfather and aunt, who were dragons. Well, Felicity said her aunt was part dragon, like her. But still. And she was supposed to teach her glamour.
She was very excited about that.
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Amusement was evident within Cindimir's eyes. He was so used to being alone (with the exception of Sapphira) that he forgot he was quite large and slightly terrifying. He tried and succeeded in holding back his laughter. Although the rancid smell of ammonia was not pleasing to his rather sensitive nose.
Sapphira, on the other hand, had no intentions of laughing. The look on her face matched her reaction to their fear – disgust mixed with sympathy. That smell was rather disgusting, and it seemed to mask her anticipation to see Felicity. "Yes, your king," she said, her tone rather clipped.
"Sapphira, your tone," Cindimir warned in a deep, raspy voice that spoke of knowledge, but before she could reply the creaking of the gate had them stepping back so that the gate would have room to drop to the ground. A rumble went past his lip, the equivalent to a laugh. "Yes, I suppose. But I would like to follow my daughter to the castle, so that I may thank King Damien."
He, like most other dragons, were neutral in affairs such as the faeries and vampires. But he found it polite that he and Sapphira personally thank the people that gave him permission to pass through his realm. "Shall I go over the wall, miss?"
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Voss
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Post by Voss on Jan 27, 2016 19:57:36 GMT -5
Crevan would hear her speak but for a moment he did not answer, he would chuckle lightly wondering why her concern for him taking a bath?" I am fine. " He liked his water hot, made his muscles melt and relax from the knots. He would close his eyes again hearing the sound of armor being fiddled with, the wolf would hold still till she got the lace strap undone he would shake out till she started to scratch him under the chin.
His back paw would thump on the ground a little before he would get up and lay on the chair curling up, his tail going over his nose. " My armor is out here the stand for the wolf is out here as well " He said slightly loud so she could hear him. He had washed and now was still relaxing the water a light milky consistency.
" So you asked when i was to return? I figured you be very busy with learning magic to have time. " He chuckled knowing both her and Felicity would try to cram as much time into it as possible. Crevan knew that Anya could use the help as well, even though she was good at magic she lacked the bravery required for casting.
Not only that she refused to where a tailismen or trinket to help with it. He didnt know why that girl was so difficult or what his brother saw in the sheepish girl, most likely something he was unaware of. He would lay his arms around the outside of the tub, stretching slightly looking back behind him wondering what she was doing there.
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Anya would curtsy to the dragon," Yes please just make your way to the castle. " she glared at the Guards who would move away from the gate being replaced with new ones. These would use magic to clean the mess left behind. She ignored Sapphira's attitude all together, she would turn and started to walk towards the palace as the gate would start to close after her entering the city. She picked up her dress and moved with quickened steps, hastening to the castle steps moving quickly through the streets.
She was not going to waste magic of such a short travel space. Plus she didn't want to get reprimanded by her Master, speaking of which she still felt sore after the punishment she had received for foolishly allowing her mother to transport them.
The queen would pull from him and sit in his chair again " I sense some one coming." He would blink seeing no one. " They must have a lot of magical power for you to feel them this early ?" She would smile and nod, she was looking much healthier from staying out of the throne for at least two days. He had hopes for the future with her fairing so well, he didn't know if there might be other effects of the use being stopped of the throne.
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Jan 27, 2016 22:49:12 GMT -5
"Okay. Just checking." And she was. Sarah couldn't help it. Like, why did he growl? Of course, she wasn't going to ask because he said was fine. Though she was still curious.
Her laughter, soft and light, came from deep within her heart. It was genuine. His thumping foot reminded her of Tater, her tan-colored pit bull. She was so sweet. And she did the same thing the wolf was doing now, thumping her leg when a sensitive spot was being scratched.
"Such a sweet boy."
At the answer he gave made her purse her lips and puff out her cheeks. It figured. Was she a prude? Not really. But she did feel as if some … higher power was looking down at her and laughing. Like it knew she was freaking about if she was obsessed with Crevan. And what better way to make fun of her than to have the dad gum man taking a bath right where she needed to put the armor.
You know what? She could just wait and take the armor in there when he got out of the tub and dressed. But she wanted to prove that she wasn't smitten, obsessed, or infatuated. So she took a few confident paces into the war room, yet not looking at him. "I did ask, yes."
One by one she set the wolf's armor on the stand, as neat as possible, yet quickly as she could so that she could get back into the room she just vacated. "I asked after Felicity said I'd have the day off today," she explained more. Which hinted that she had been too busy for a lot of things like asking where he was.
For a few minutes after she set the armor on the stand, she had her back toward Crevan. She didn't know why she was standing there, like she was a deer caught in headlights. Sarah should just go back to the bedroom and pet the wolf like she wanted to. But that seemed, to her, that she was fleeing. And she wasn't done giving that higher power the bird.
She was sharp, pivoting on her foot to face Crevan. At the feel of heat creeping on her face, she lost her nerve. Well, nearly. The sound of her clearing her throat could be heard, and then she opened her mouth. "Do you need anything?"
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"I'm sure I will not be able to miss it," Cindimir said, and if he was able to smile he would. Without further word he spread his wings and shot upward after a few beats. Sapphira didn't move until she saw her father move over the wall.
By that time Anya had created a distance between the two. She flicked her tail, giggled, and followed after her. The distance was eaten easily, and she didn't have to run. She had long legs, courtesy of her mother. And with the strength from the dragon lineage she wasn't feeling winded.
"Do you personally know Felicity and her daughter?" she asked, looking down at the small girl with curious eyes (Sapphira was taller than six feet after all).
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Post by Voss on Jan 29, 2016 8:15:13 GMT -5
Crevan would hum softly listening to her, he couldn't help but smile at the way she said. It was refreshing to have someone worried about him, his brother said it often but kept sending him places that would be considered dangerous. He would hear her playing with Maximus his magically endowed wolf, he had a shard of one of the guardian spirits of the forest. This promoted his long living life to keep up with Crevan, it had been a gift at his wedding from his brother. The were seemed to be able to caste magic because of it when he took on human form, and in great need some times when furred.
Maximum had been a gift when he was a child, they were nearly the same age as one another. The wolf looked up at her and panted licking her face before moving from her when she began to get slightly tense. Slipping through the flap in drawn across fabric to the bathing area slash war room. He would lick Crevan's fingers making the man sit up, " what?" He whispered to him in which Maximus tilted his head. " Will you cut it out" He whispered again, seeing the wolf eye's seem to laugh before moving to the flap out of the tent. He seemed to make sure no one was coming.
Crevan settled back down closing his eyes, even when he heard her coming in with the armor, " I see. " Was all he said to her saying she had asked because of her day off. Once the sound of it stopped he would feel a change in the air, the slight brush of air she made when she turned around. He forced down the smile that was trying to creep up on his face. Then a moment later she spoke he opened his eyes and looked up at her, " Yes actually. I will need to speak with you about your training with your mother. But at this very moment I need a towel. " He was going to originally tell her he needed a snack and then lick his fang, but he thought against it knowing she most likely turn pale white becoming afraid.
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Anya would look up at the woman before digging in to run faster, " Of course I know Sarah. But what does one know about any one really? I know that she likes me as her friend, and I her. I know at this point in time she despises her mother for leaving her, I am sure that will change eventually. " She would slow down to a walk letting her heart thud loudly in her chest but her breathing wasn't to much off. She was used to running, she did it all the time for her Master. He enjoyed a hunt the thumping of fear when he bit into her flesh, he would make her run miles just to wind her. He loved when she breathed heavy and gasped for her air, it was his aphrodisiac. Her cheeks turned bright red as she walked to the steps " Right this way please" She motioned for him to land on the steps as she climbed them quickly.
The queen would motion for him," Your guests are here...its starting to fade, soon i wont be able to feel anything if I do not sit. " He looked to her and she smiled to him. " I will wait till you make up your mind darling" She said moving towards the doors. Damien would raise a brow as to why she was going outside, but he followed her quickly none the less. His steps barely heard behind his wife's high heeled boot.
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Post by Jewel on Jan 29, 2016 21:41:34 GMT -5
For a few moments, Sarah stood there as still as a statue while she processed his words. He did just say 'towel' right? Not something like 'bowl'? But why would he need a bowl?
Then again, why would he need a towel? He just got in the tub not twenty minutes ago, it seemed. She figured he would want to soak a bit longer. When she took the occasional bath she spent a couple hours in there, reading.
But he was a man, she thought, finally walking a bit to where his towel was. Before she walked back to where she stood, her hands were firm in unfolding and shaking the cloth out. Now it was draped over her arm.
She casually glanced about the room – well, 'casually' wasn't the word she'd use, considering the current situation – and fiddled with the seal (which she still considered Aranel's) before she caught sight of the tattoo of the family crest on his chest.
It was better than catching sight of his manhood.
The tattoo was very elaborate, she saw, in its design. Yet, simple in the lack of color. A passing thought ran through her head: I wonder how it was done.
"I like your tattoo … Master," she blurted out, then felt her cheeks burn a bit more. It must look as if she was admiring his chest before paying attention to the tattoo itself.
On a side note, his chest was very broad and muscular.
She cleared her throat and looked down at her fingers moving the ring around. "So, what about my training did you want to talk about?"
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"You could know one's habits. Habits that not even the person knows he or she has," Sapphira replied, amused with the girls's philosophical words. "As well as what one does and doesn't like. Like the girl's dislike for her mother." Which was a shame, but understandable. "These things help tell who the person is as a whole."
Cindimir silently followed Anya's motions, landing agilely with his fore-claws on the middle of the steps and the rest of his body curving in a slight 'S'. Again, he tightly folded his wings. "You must have a spell surrounding your city," he murmured aloud. "I felt the magic cling like a second skin."
"You exaggerate, Father," Sapphira said, rolling her reptilian brown eyes and moving to stand beside the dragon.
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Voss
Warrior
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 Jan 29, 2016 22:16:17 GMT -5
He watched her seem to struggle with what he had said, he chuckled thinking it was because under the milky water she might see something that would cause her to faint. When she returned to previous position he saw the wolf wag his tail a little before looking back at her when she blurted something about his tattoo. He chuckled and looked down at it" Oh? It is my family crest. Most of the witches have it as well. But the tattoo is usually put on the buttock" He said softly before he stood up and grabbed up the towel in all one motion trying to spare her his private area. He knew the girl was easily embarrassed, though for many years he used to bath in the common bath house. Where men and women bathed together, He would wrap the towel around his waist before getting out of the tub. He would wring his hair out over the tub, it being slightly longer then most males.
" It was done using magic " He said softly running his finger over it. " It never dulls that way, though you still have to use a tattooing needle. The ink is just imbued. " He said softly before he strolled into the other room to dry off and dress. Maximus would bark at Sarah as he moved to push her towards the bedroom. He would keep barking at her and nudging her, Crevan would quickly dry off before wrapping the towel back around as he picked out his cloths for the day. " I wanted to know what you had learned " He finally called out to her as he went through his cloths.
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Anya would look to the Sapphira for a moment, something had her not liking the woman for some reason. Which was hard for Anya to feel, she liked most any body; with the exception of her own mother. She did not necessarily hate her mother , but she did dislike her with how she treated her some times. " Yes the queen protects the isles as well, but the barrier around the city is strongest. " Or at least it had been she thought to he self. Hearing the foot steps of the queen and king she would curtsy and step aside. The King would jump slightly seeing the large dragon, before he chuckled lightly" Hello " He said and bowed as the queen Curtsied. " Hello Cindimir "The queen said softly, her eyes would flick to Sapphira before going back to the dragon.
She had soft eyes for the dragon, though she had brief daggers for the girl. Damien noted that by raising a brow, he wondered what caused his wife to shoot some one a look like that. She normally was always kind, he looked to the dragon and smiled" Welcome to the Isles, what may we help you with?"
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Jewel
Healer
Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
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Pack Status: New Dawn, Nighstar, Rogue, Other
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Post by Jewel on Jan 29, 2016 23:30:18 GMT -5
Sarah barely suppressed a sigh of relief. Barely. Her blush receded and she stepped back to give him more room. "Would I have to have a tattoo, too?" Sarah asked curiously, turning away so that she couldn't admire how his back muscled rippled with every step he took. She didn't mind tattoos. Given how talented the artist was and the tattoo design, she found them beautiful.
Though the crest on the butt sounded like a tramp stamp.
Maybe it wouldn't hurt as much because it was done with magic – speaking of, she still wanted to know if he had the ability to read minds.
She wasn't paying much attention to anything else, too busy focusing on the armor stands. So when Maximus barked and nudged her toward the bedroom she jumped a bit. "What are you doing?" she hissed in shock, eyes wide. "He's getting dressed."
But it was too late. She nearly fell into the bedroom. She didn't, and her hands were out by her sides to keep her balance. Her head turned slightly to give a little glare at the wolf before laughing awkwardly. "Sorry. I was pushed."
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Cindimir felt his daughter's long nails dig into his thick trunk of a leg. A fleeting glance told him that the look on his daughter's face was of nervousness. Or she was upset. His daughter never thought to learn to create a poker face. And because of this it was very plain to see that she didn't like that Anya and the queen didn't like her.
He will have to talk about this later to her. Cindimir couldn't have Sapphira wailing. "Greetings," he said, his gaze immediately going to Liana. He was most definitely interested in her. Have they met before? He's been alive for a long time, and was bound to forget some things. But he never recalled visiting the Isles.
"My daughter-in-law told me that you were aware of Sapphira and my visit," Cindimir continued, lowering his head in a sort of bow and so that he could get a better look at his hosts. Did the girl lie to the both of them. "Felicity. Her daughter is my granddaughter. I've brought Sapphira to teach her how to use the faeries' magic."
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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 Jan 30, 2016 12:09:59 GMT -5
Crevan would not hear her reply to his statement of wanting to know what she had learned so far, he shrugged it off when she asked a question about getting a tattoo which made him chuckle. He had stepped into a pair of pants by then, his leather belt thick and tight around his abs. " That is another mark to say you are the royal families, I am a part of the royal family so it would be once I mark you would get it. Though I could for go that if you prefer. Anya has one, she gets embarrassed by it. Most of the woman except her mother usually do. " He chuckled lightly, he never knew why though. He unlike a human did not know what a tramp stamp was, to them it was the secondary protection of their women.
Most men did not take a woman from the front who they thought were nothing better then whores. The buttock tattoo ensured them that death would be at their door if they ever saw the tattoo, he remembered the night Anya had been taken by another royal house. That house and all its linage did not exist any more, every last blood line down to the smallest of babes was wiped out. All because some one sought what the king owned, he had been blinded by his blood lust. Crevan had even tried to stop him and his rage but had no such luck, the instinct to protect something that was their's was to strong. Crevan had destroyed half the king's guard before getting to his father the night he lost his wife.
It was something they had no control off the amount of blood that night was more then his brothers spilling. The aftermath still etched into his mind, he had separated much of the men's limbs from their body after draining every last drop weather it was from drinking. Or from letting it spill on the ground. His sister and brother had been the only thing to call him back before he killed his father, he had been glad he had not killed him. Now he reminded him every day that this day could be his last if he so wished. The fact he had not killed him meant that his blood lust could be called up again to great extent, his brother knew this and used it to his advantage. War. His brother could never lose a battle, he always called upon it when he could not defeat his enemy.
He had been deep in thought when Maximus shoved her into the section of the tent, he would turn to look at her his muscles along his abs and chest rippled a little as he held the shirt above his head as if he was about to put it on. He blinked then chuckled lightly, " It is ok. I am more then dressed. And the sight of my body seen by another does not bother me at all. " He said softly, though he imagined she apologized because it might bother her. He would slip the tight tunic on before putting his rings back on his fingers. " So tell me what has your mother taught you so far hmm?"
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Damien would chuckle " Ah yes, Anya mentioned something to the fact her grandfather was coming. I assumed you would be more like your counter part " He pointed to Sapphira. " I had no idea you would be a full fledged dragon." The queen would smile to Sapphira when she looked at her. " I am sorry for the glare. Anya is sensitive some times and i can feel it specially when she is close. " Being she was connected to her husband it only meant she was connected to Anya as well, they all shared a connection. The woman would blush deeply and smile " You are free to go and find her. The city is your's for as long as you are here, enjoy it and its many advantages " The queen would say softly, she could not stop them at this point in time if she wanted to. She had to recharge all her powers still considering it had been years of being drained by the chair, though if she tapped into the chair again she could but her husband seemed to want to avoid it at all possible.
She would not tell any one about that though, but seeing how the dragon seemed to have a connection with Magic he most likely would feel or have a hint to it. " It was nice to meet you" She said with a curtsy Anya would follow her suit and curtsy all so feeling a bit foolish for having a feeling about Sapphira. She had no clue what made her dislike the woman so a moment before, Damien seemed silent for the most part. He could not put a handle on either his wife nor his pet, something was going on and he hadn't a clue what. But the nagging feeling was bothering him, he disliked secrets even if the secrets were just as much clueless to the people that held them.
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