Post by Gisselle Valeneros on Nov 4, 2016 13:10:07 GMT -8
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ : Things aren't all that busy currently, but I'm just trying to get some started, so this way we can get this story moving along, and taken care of
·Izzy· : -Since Nimena's initial disappearance, Izzy had been 'different' somehow. Like her inability to get to track the woman down was wearing on her. And since Izzy's returning in the middle of the night a few days previous after she'd upped and left without a word, Izzy had been conspicuously heavily avoidant of just about everybody and everything. c>
·Izzy· : For somebody who liked making a noise and causing chaos, the blue-haired little freak of nature could be amazingly quiet when she wanted to. Almost unnervingly so. Right now, she was in her room with a small inferno in the fireplace, sat cross-legged on the floor, using a file more intended for a blacksmith's work than a person on her nails. Or, c>
·Izzy· : as they had been before she started this little endeavour, more like talons. Her gloves were on her bed, and the room was starting to collect quite the little bundle of books, scrolls, tools and relics. The elf woman was back, but try as she might, Izzy hadn't gotten around to talking with her. Still, at least the draconic little bundle of c>
·Izzy· : trouble wasn't covered in blood or anything else from her last hunt now. She was unaware of the current trouble. This was what she had meant when she first met Nimena. At times, she struggled with the whole...people thing. Ah well. She was trying!-
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ found his self returning back to the realm of Eladrin, the darkness once more at his post, just near the forge, where he picked up the hammer, and set his usual sheep skin cloth over the anvil. This would both deafen the sound of it, as well as help keep the anvil intact, should he miss his strikes. Violet eyes stared at the hammer in his left hand, before he thought of something new he could make, and quickly set to work, the man now setting out a rather ornate looking set of plate mail, its various c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ structure weaknesses enhanced with darksteel and amethysts, to not only strengthen the item, but also create less weight for those wearing it, the plate already made of Elven steel, enchanted to keep its weight below thirty pounds. Humming to his self as he worked, he could see the guards on their usual patrol of the grounds, the hammer ringing out against this new item, as a sign their blacksmith had returned to the lands, and had brought back a few things with him, while he was doing his business.
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : It was the day of the coronation and Gisselle awoke dizzy and confused. The maids had given her a sedative last night after she was sent the severed head of Sivella and had nightmares in the middle of the night. One of the female maids had laid down with her and started to hug her and comfort her so she could sleep. When she stirred the maid <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : got up and told her it was time. The staff in the castle was preparing the throne room and the ball room sad that Sarkas had not returned and felt bad for the female that had to do her duties so early. She got up and got undressed in the washroom as some maids were pulling out her gown. It was a very intricate white and gold gown with long <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : sleeves and a very long train. She looked at it, this coronation gown was made for her a few years ago when it became her time. Her mother had designed it to be sweet and elegant. She looked at it crying a moment not wanting to wear it. She calmed herself as she stood on the podium built in her room where they were drying her off and getting<c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : her ready sliding the gown on her after placing on her corset and undergarments. Someone had squished the berries before sliding on the gown and using some of it to paint her lips and left her hair down and curly. She was an elegant sight to see. The maids however thought she would look better in silver, so the called in a fae woman to use her<c
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : glamor magic on the princess. The woman came in fluttering her wings and looked to the princess giggling. "So today's the day huh...long live the queen.." She said chuckling and spoke out. "Ahh yes I can do much better.." The fae woman said and waved her hands over the princess. There were lights going all around her and the gold parts on<c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : her gown were turning into a sparkling silver. Silvery flowers were adorned down her hair from the left side going in waves through her curls, dainty and elegant. The lips were a bit more red and the eyes looked elegantly painted. She was a beauty queen, one of the prettiest they had in Eladrin. She didn't feel that way though, she felt like<c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : she was betraying Sarkas. She could feel he was alive. and she stood in her room waiting for a knight to come knock on her door when it was time to be escorted to the throne room. There was to be a big celebration tonight but she wasn't in the mood for celebration. "Leave me please..." She asked them all, they kind of gave her sad face and <C>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : left her chambers, even her shoes went from gold to silver, silver seemed to be much more striking on the woman. She had lost so much and felt lost herself. Everyone she knew in the deep past was gone.. What was going to happen to the future? She stepped down from the podium and walked over to her table inside her chambers and sat down having<c
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : a cup of tea looking at the sedatives left in her room debating if she should put herself to sleep to stop this coronation and to stop herself from betraying Sarkas. <e>
·Izzy· : -Finally done with the minor issue of dealing with the monsters that were her claw-like nails, Izzy threw the large file onto the bed, that had long since become more of a kind of flat storage trunk, no doubt much to the irritation of any of the castle staff who ever dared set foot in the miniature lair in the vain hope of cleaning or something. c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/Xx_Rosalyn_xX/Gowns/Luxury-Long-Sleeve-White-font-b-Gold-b-font-font-b-Wedding-b-font-font-b_zpssevsuavv.jpg <-- front of Gisselles gown i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/Xx_Rosalyn_xX/Gowns/HTB1xrt9IFXXXXaMaXXXq6xXFXXXZ_zpsv65evcbu.jpg <-- Back of Gisselles gown }}
·Izzy· : Izzy preferred sleeping on the floor. Besides, she liked having her stuff easily to hand. It wasn't like it was a messy pile. It was rather neatly laid out, all considered. Moving to pick up her black fingerless gloves, she paused for a moment or two, looking over the new coat she'd had made shortly before Nimena had initially disappeared. What c>
·Izzy· : the hell. She'd come back. New era? New Izzy. May as well make a bit of a show of it, right? Before long, she was in the gear that had her looking like less of a thief and more of a highly trained...Something. Over the high-necked and sleeveless black heavy material of her top was a long black, sleeveless coat with gold Draconic sigils stitched c>
·Izzy· : right the way around the edge, looking like little more than a thin goldish hem unless somebody looked very closely. Black leather covered her legs, tucked into stereotypically heavy boots, each silvered buckle made of small Triskelion sigils. And her gloves? Well, long fingerless gloves as ever, with nothing really special about them. Izzy was c>
·Izzy· : used to the simplicity. Still, at least these ones weren't tattered and ripped like her usual ones. It was only when she stepped out of her room and looked about at the activity of castle staff and others bombing around that she felt like she may not have been entirely overdressed. She decided, like nothing was different to any other day, to go c>
·Izzy· : and ask the person whom she'd come to rely on for information on what was going on. Assuming guards didn't decide to stop her or something, before long she'd be knocking on the door of Gisselle's chambers, silver eyes watching everything and trying to figure out precisely what was out of place and why the energy about the place felt off. Dressed c>
·Izzy· : like this, Izzy seemed to take on another side of her usual projected persona. She looked and carried herself, while not exactly military, there was something almost noble or office-like about her. She looked like...Well, like a leader of sorts! ...Scary thought, that. Scarier still? It seemed to fit her perfectly. Blue hair and all.-
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ tilted his head at this moment, when a member of the knights stepped up to the forge, the darkness now setting down his hammer, and his work, so that he could properly address the lady with a nod. "My lord." She began, taking off her helm, as per respect of the smith, though he merely raised abrow when she stepped closer. "While I welcome your return, I must regretfully inform you, that his majesty never returned, so it is up to the young highness to take the throne." Hearing the news, he dropped c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ his hammer onto the trough, the rest of his projects now being sent in all directions, as the lady escorted him up to the castle. "I would suggest sire, to at least make yourself presentable to the young majesty." She playfully remarked, holding up the man's left hand, its fingertips now coated with a thin layer of soot, and ash. "Here I was, thinking to greet her in my underpants." He remarked back, the lady seeming to think he was serious, and put her hands up to her mouth. "My lord, you will march c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ directly into the castle, where I will find you something suitable for this event myself." She scolded, the darkness not even getting a chance to speak that this was a mis-understanding. "I will not have you causing a scene for this event, and if that means I am to personally clothe you, than that is what I shall do." Heaving a sigh, the man now followed her lead, the servants shaking their heads, one of them speaking up. "Lady Zerina, what seems to be the trouble with him?" He inquired the lady knight.
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : Gisselle had taken the herbal sedatives and just dumped them in her teapot. She didn't really know you only needed a little bit, the servant had left the herbs in her chambers. She dumped out her tea cup and replaced it with fresh tea after the herbs soaked for a couple of minutes careful not to spill on her gown. She heard a knock on her door<c
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : when she was getting ready to take a sip. Her heart raced a moment as she set the tea cup down, she was very shakey. She looked to the door, whoever was behind it she feared that her father may have been watching and knocking on her door to stop her. She got up and walked over to the door slowly opening it to see Izzy. "Ohh..its...just you...<c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : Izzy come in.." She said softly as she opened the door wider for her and lifted the front of the gown to walk back over to the table and set down in front of her tea cup looking at it with a heavy sigh. As she took a small sip not saying anything yet about the sedative as she waited for the woman to enter not knowing if her nose worked for <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : catching herbal sedatives but didn't care at this point as she took a longer sip again before setting her cup down. It was bitter, but she didn't want to go through with tonight. <e>
·Izzy· : -Izzy smiled at the response, her head canting to one shoulder. "Just me. I'm not sure whether to be insulted or honoured." Obviously, she was joking. She was, however, immediately aware both of the smell of the sedative and of the clothing the princess was wearing. "...Big party going on?" One fingerless gloved hand moved back to push the door c>
·Izzy· : closed behind her, movements fluid and ever so slightly predatory as ever. "You look good. Like a real princess!" There was a moment's pause. "...I still prefer your training gear." She followed, sitting down opposite Gisselle and letting one hand flatten in front of her. Towards the table, the smell was stronger, causing Izzy's eyebrows to c>
·Izzy· : raise slightly before glancing to the cup. She was, after all, an expert huntress and a damn good tracker. "...That smells...Strong. Like, 'knock out a small army if they drink very much' strong. Stressful day?" There was another pause, her non-flat hand moving to push a loose strand of dyed blue hair from her face. "What's going on out there, c>
·Izzy· : anyway? It's manic. Honestly, I go all...Moody for a couple of days and everything's gone mad." She said 'days'. She didn't know how long it'd been. Izzy didn't really pay attention to time. She'd spend weeks in chase of a target if need be.-
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ squirmed a little, and fidgeted on the podium, once they got to one of the dressing rooms in the castle, the servant having been quickly subdued, by Zerina's rather blunt truth, the darkness, once more at a lack of words until now. "Is this really necessary?" He inquired sternly, the lady knight now lacing up his black, thigh high combat boots, and tucking his silken trousers into them. "It is, if you don't want to make a scene, sire." She informed him, the man now heaving a sigh, spreading his arms c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ out to the side, so that she could now attach his black, and gold leather belt, as well as his cotton black shirt, and his black, and violet satin vest. He casually tugged at the collar of it, but Zerina quickly swatted his hand. "I feel ridiculous in this." He admitted, the lady knight now standing on the toes of her boots, so that she could reach the man's neck, attaching the dark, violet cravat, its center holding a single gem of swirling hues. "Now, you look prepared for a celebration." She spoke c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ with a pleased smile, pushing a few strands out of his face. "I would almost swear you were a part of the royalty around here." She praised, leaving the room, to return to her duties. As she was leaving though, he could feel something very wrong in the direction of Giselle's room, the man now making his way there, his boots clicking slightly on the floor of the hallway. Reaching the princess' room now, he pushed open the door a little more, to reveal his self. "Is everything okay in here?" He inquired.
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : By the time Damien got to the room she already had taken quite a few sips from her cup listening to Izzy asking what was going on. She closed her eyes a moment standing with a heavy sigh speaking out. "King Sarkas never returned, they presume him dead like King William, I am the last heir so they are forcing me to ascend the throne this <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : evening and by the end of winter I am forced to find a husband." She explained. She was already starting to feel some of the effects. It was stronger then intended, she didn't know you just needed a little bit. She looked over to Damien walking into the bedroom and the spinning around made it a little worse. "Everything....is...fine...Dami"<c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : She didn't get to finish the sentence, her eyes rolled in the back of her head and the dressed up princess was on her way to the ground. <E>
·Izzy· : -Listening to the story, Izzy sighed, her expression deeply...Wait. There was emotion on it. A sense of sorrow and of understanding. Not just 'My condolences' understanding, but something far, far deeper. Eventually, she spoke, her voice alarmingly soft and sad for her. "...When I was younger, I didn't think I'd be able to do it. I mean, the c>
·Izzy· : circumstances were different, but the trepidation seems the same. I didn't want to feel like I was betraying my father's-" She paused a moment before the door moved. She was telling Gisselle about her own nature. Something generally held very close and secret to her. It wasn't a story for anybody else to hear. When the head appeared a few c>
·Izzy· : moments later followed by the rest of Damien stepping around, Izzy glanced up, albeit after sniffing the air around the teapot and blinking a couple of times. God, it was strong. When Gissy got up to start to move, Izzy saw the telltale swaying, following as if expecting what happened next. The mass of pale skin, blue hair and black clothing c>
·Izzy· : moved rapidly in an attempt to catch Gisselle before she dropped entirely, though whether or not she succeeded? That was anyone's guess. "...Bloody lightweight elves..." was muttered under her breath as she did. Izzy liked elves, but she couldn't help but find herself joking about them frequently. In good nature, of course.-
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ had also taken an opportunity to try and catch her, but when he saw that Izzy was quicker to react, he left her to deal with the now passed out princess, his own laughter escaping his lips as she spoke her comment. "I know, right?" He remarked, though, when he got closer to the pot of tea, he could smell its strength as well, the man now taking the lid off, before he held up his right hand, his index finger the only one used, as he dipped it into the drink, the man now bobbing his head as he tasted c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ its contents, the man now pouring his self a small amount, so as to better ensure what the source of this strange behavior was. "It looks like someone tried to stop this ceremony, before it even begins." He informed the other woman, the smith now continuing on with his thoughts. "Along with the ginger, I can taste rose hips, chamomile, lavender, and a few sprigs of mint." He spoke between his drinking. "Each of those is an ingredient used in many sleeping potions, as well as dream poisons." He informed.
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena had awakened to see Lucien had left her bed chambers already. She frowned, she was a bit disheveled, her gown for this evening already brought in, it was red and gold, Lucien liked seeing her in red. It was gorgeous and grandious. She sighed lightly getting up to look at it dressed in her night clothes as a maid came bustling through <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : her chamber door, she grabbed her staff immediately. "What is the meaning of this?" The maid bowed her head catching her breath as she spoke out. "Its..her highness...or majesty...she....she passed out in her bed chambers....someone left the sedatives in her chambers." Nimena was infuriated. "Move out of the way.." She explained. Gisselle<c
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : was trying to stop the coronation. She couldn't allow that, as much as she didn't want to put the child through this she knew there was no other choice, there was no other heir to the throne. She ran quickly to Gisselle's chambers with staff in hand and already saw Izzy and Damien on the scene. Nimena was not appropriately dressed yet and her<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : night gown left little to the imagination, she didn't have time to grab a cloak or a robe. She walked over and knelt down to the princess and sighed lightly smelling the sedatives herself. "She overdosed herself...foolish girl.." She said as she smiled to Izzy and lifted Gisselle into her arms placing the woman in hall her pounds of garment <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : onto her bed. She sat beside the unconscious elven woman and placed a hand over the girls heart closing her eyes and chanting. She was drawing out the sedative from Gisselle into her own body which Nimena would be able to handle in her current state, would be dizzy on occasion, but she wouldn't be swaying or passing out. After she took all the<c
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : toxin into her body she released the princess looking over to Izzy. "Dump out that tea pot and check everything that is brought into her, she is not allowed to have any type of sedative around her....she is to be watched at all times..." She said as she looked to Damien for answers on what to do with this child waiting for her to awaken..<e>
·Izzy· : -Managing to catch the elf, though only barely (she'd had to avoid the giant lake of gown, after all, and wasn't willing to risk the potential fallout from somebody or another if she damaged it, it looked important) Izzy was already making lifting the girl up and letting Nimena take her. "...Got it." She got to work on taking the teapot and c>
·Izzy· : doing as asked, glancing over her shoulder and adding "...It's good to see you again, by the way. I'm...Sorry." Well, she DID tell herself she'd apologise for not coming after Nimena the first time she saw the the white haired woman. She'd spent a lot of time and effort digging, but with what she had found about the place she was being held, c>
·Izzy· : and its inhabitants? Well, Nimena knew better than anyone else here that she couldn't have come looking. The one kind of place Izzy simply couldn't go due to what she was. She had, however, been tirelessly searching for a way to sidestep that problem, and discovered much in the process, but that would take time to come to terms with. Making some c>
·Izzy· : sedative-less tea with the opportunity, with a distinctively 'Izzy' kick to it (Whaever it was made of tasted mildly of some kind of spice, had a somewhat warming effect and quite possibly contained either chilli or fire), Izzy poured some for herself, putting the pot back down with a glance around that said 'help yourself if you want'. "Do you c>
·Izzy· : really think she'd send for somebody to bring her something else spiked?" There was a moment or two of pause as she thought about that. "...I'm training her and she's a good study. Forget I asked. Stupid question."-
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ frowned, as this was so soon before the coronation, and this meant the longer he had to wear his suit. Neither were very good things, as far as he was concerned. When his sister's attention fell onto him, there was only one option for her, but he wasn't sure if she would be ready to use her new gift yet. "There is a way to awaken others, after they have been put to sleep, but don't worry." He assured the light. "If she is required to stay awake, than just set the wings of your gift on either side of c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ her chest, where her heart would be, and repeat after me." He instructed, the man now awaiting for if she would follow his directions. If she did, he would then speak the following statement in a hushed whisper to the woman. "May the light, and warmth of the stars fill you with health." If she did not though, he would assure the light once more. "She will not be harmed, if you do this, and will return to her more natural rest cycles." He informed them both. "It will be as though she'd never taken it."
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : Nimena listened to Blackheart and reapeated his words while Izzy was getting rid of the crap telling Izzy she had nothing to be sorry for before casting the spell he was asking Nim to place upon the princess. It wasn't long before Gisselle started to come too seeing Damien, Izzy and a very provacative Nim in her chambers. She blinked sitting <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : upright on her bed, even through that not a hair out of place or a wrinkle in her gown as she looked to them and looked away speaking in soft tones. "You should have left me down....how could you all force me to go through this and betray Sarkas, my mother sees me as a betrayer.....this proves her point.." She explained wanting to just break <C>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : down and cry right there, she could see the guards hovering around the halls keeping all away from the princesses chambers at the moment as the maids entered standing in a line dressed in their finest awaiting orders. <e>
·Izzy· : -Izzy put down her cup of the drink that, contrary to Gisselle's little sleepy-time drink, smelled like it could single-handedly fight off winter and night at once, walking closer to the girl. She wasn't the trainer right now. She wasn't the huntress. She wasn't the snarky little blue-haired brat, but somebody else entirely. That same Izzy who c>
·Izzy· : was talking with the princess before this all happened. There was a sense of nobility that Izzy usually tried to keep hidden to it, but when it surfaced, it typically had good reason to. "Dropping to kneel so she was eye level with Gisselle, should she turn around to face her. "You're not betraying anybody. You're performing a vital role to keep c>
·Izzy· : all of -those- people safe and give them stability." She motioned towards the door as she spoke with one gloved hand. "Should Sarkas return, you can hand things back to him. If the worst -has- happened? Then you'll have only done what he always taught you to." She glanced one way, then the other, lowing her voice slightly. "As for the 'other' c>
·Izzy· : thing?" She was referring to her previous mention of needing to marry. "...Monarchs usually have a special talent for delaying or altering whatever is needed. Nobody will force you to do anything." Clearing her throat, she stood up again, glancing towards Nimena and Damien before looking back. "Besides, you won't be going it alone. I think I c>
·Izzy· : speak for everybody in this room when I say we've got your back. No matter what." Acting like some kind of big sister or something came from nowhere and seemed to surprise even her, but hey. It was all sincere, and proof that somewhere under the layers of distancing, violence and profanity there WAS a heart within Izzy! ...Even if it was on fire c>
·Izzy· : and drowning in rum half the time.-
·Izzy· : <.< On that note? Poor Izzy. "Rum is awesome, but do you have ANY IDEA how hard it is to get drunk when you're something like me?! You're all bastards
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ merely tilted his head, when the princess inquired about her current situation, but he reasoned with an idea of his own. "Why does it have to be Gisselle who takes on the responsibilities anyway?" He inquired, before suggesting a plan of his own. "After all, we know that Lucien is her father, and since he is not only a full Elven, but also father to the princess, could we not make it a little more official, as it were?" He was known for giving sound advice at times, but whether this was or not, was c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ not his call to make. "Perhaps this way, she will have a better chance, since under the rule of the queen, she didn't exactly have much of a childhood." He admitted. "Lucien, is a pure blood Elven, and he is also more skilled in how the world works than Gisselle is currently." He informed the ladies. "Not only will I feel she will learn how to rule from him, but she will also have a father she can be proud of, seeing as Sarkas isn't even around to see his daughter grow up, and become queen." He advised.
Shaylan : The peristant thud of a boot coming up the coblestoon path along with the clacking of a horses feet in toe. The Young half elf blonde haired man came into view to the caslte main gates. Having recieved a invitation via the family grape vine, He was ordered by his father to attend this formal coronation of his distant cousin Gisselle. He was clad <C
Shaylan : in his fathers golden armor. The small tipped ears gave way to the idea of his half blood linage, though one of the ear tips was peirced with a silver tube like peircing that had a gold emblem that was that of the Ronorian family crest within it. He had sighed such a long ride for this trivial event in his mind, yet another royal party and event <c
Shaylan : his father had pushed upon him. He came to a stop to the guardsman moving to hold out a scroll of Linage and invitation to the coronation. " I am Shaylan Kaar, Son of Jaylan Rhuivir. Distant cousin of Ye Highness Gisselle" He declared. He awaited to be cleared, he wasnt sure if they'd take his weapons, even though this was a formal thing he <c
Shaylan : never left without most of his weapons. He moved to look about wile he awaited unknowing of their procedures but figured some form of authority had to be informed of his arrival, Wile he awaited his light hazel orbs scanned the area around. It was a nice place for a castle and such but he prefered the woods and the open world, not be locked away <C
Shaylan : behind walls. <D>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena shook her head to Damien speaking out. "He is exactly that a blood elf, not of high elven decent, like us he can guide her but he could not ascend. It is our job to help her ascend she is going to have to in the future, not to mention unfortunately he is the paternal father, but the court will not allow that because he is not of <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Xenoscient or Ronorian decent." She explained with a heavy sigh as she knew one day Sarkas would return, he wasn't dead as she looked to Gisselle. "Don't worry dear, this is temporary.." Said standing and smiling to Damien then looking down and realized she was barely wearing anything turning red in the cheeks speaking out. " I will see you <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : all this evening.." She said as she took off with her staff out of the chambers to go get dressed and ready for this evening. Meanwhile the guards allowed Shaylan entry into the castle raising a brow when he had the Ronorian symbol on his garments. Even so he would be lead into them main hall where they were awaiting Nimena to come out and <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : conduct the ceremony for this evening. <e>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : She saw Nimena took off and she stood up out of her bed in all her fanciness and looked to Damien and Izzy realizing they both had valid points, she was ready to put her real father up there immediately till Nim explained why he couldn't. She let out a heavy sigh as she looked to Damien and Izzy. Her father was not here and she knew he was <C.
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : probably to escort Nimena downstairs as she looked over to Damien. "If I am not imposing....could you please walk me down there tonight...I have a feeling this is going to be a bad night.." She explained to Damien, Damien had not heard of the beheading last night and it was not something she could handle talking about. Her ladies maids came up<c
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : behind her lifting the trian of her robes as she held out her arm for Damien to take ready to get this thing over with and head downstairs knowing people were waiting. <e>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ indeed felt the pride of the young lady fill her, as he spoke his plan, though when his sister mentioned that he was not of the proper decent, he was about to speak, but stopped his self. He knew that he would likely get his self into more trouble than it was worth, but he would wait until the both ladies were out of the room, once more letting his violet gaze settle on the princess. "I have yet to understand this whole royalty thing here, as it seems this realm does not yet know the leadership, and c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ even talents those of other races possess." He chuckled a little bit. "Perhaps we should let your father be the first in power, who isn't of high Elven descent." He advised with a sly smirk. "If there's a war because of that act, or if there are those who disagree, it would be they who are the guilty." He assured her, though, as he walked her down, he would continue on with his thoughts. "They believe not in the acts performed, or the words one speaks, but rather their blood to determine what's right."
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : Gisselle nodded to Damien at his words as she linked arms with him and allowed him to escort her downstairs thinking a moment on everything they had said as she thought smiling warmly. "Aye what you say is true, also what Nim said is true, but there is a such thing as loop holes my friend.." She said swallowing hard as they started down the <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : stairs, her maids carrying her train as she spoke out. "They said he couldn't be king, no one said I could not appoint a steward.." She explained looking up at Damien as they decended down the stairs with him, this would make Lucien in charge of all royal affairs while Gisselle was merely the face and the crown bearer until Sarkas returned. <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : that way everything would not be left to her and she wouldn't screw up as she waited for Damien's thoughts on the subject at hand. <e>
Shaylan : He had entered with permission of the guards, and even shown to the stables for his horse. After some time he was then brought to the main room to wich would gather many other folks, he adjusted himself a few times feeling foolish in this nice attire and armor. Several people nodded to him and noted his crest on the earing though most seemed to <c
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ felt a second smirk trace across his features, as they spoke, the man's eyes now igniting with a rather child like mischief. "What my sister speaks may be truth, but I still suggest that we push this realm forward in its thinking." He admitted. "If we are going to be your people, than there needs to be more open minds, as well as open hearts." He reminded, though when he heard of her own plan, he immediately widened his eyes. "Your father would be in secret rule, while you are the queen. I like this."
Shaylan : have noticed his lack of pointy ear'ness and shy'd from him. He couldnt remember if he had even met the woman he was hear to congradulate but regardless he was present. He had found himself hiding in what ever nook or cranny he could find himself in as he on looked the crowds and faces. At least he'd be free to go off on his own for a wile after <C
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena got dressed and ready in her formal gown ready to coronate a princess from a queen as she now decended down the stairs into the throne room. She had not seen Lucien yet, probably getting ready in his own chambers. She sighed heavilly as she picked up the coronation crown and scepter and carried them into the throne room. Nimena had <c>
Shaylan : this event and not be bothered. <d>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : so far preformed every marriage and ceremony in Eladrin the last two hundred years and she wasn't happy about this ceremony but because of parliament she had little choice. Stepping up by the throne people parted allowing her access to the throne in her red and gold gown as she stood there her wings hidden as her silvery eyes looked out waiting<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : for the princess to enter the throne room. <e>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/Xx_Rosalyn_xX/Gowns/3986234962_401becc2a2_m_zps2fb6bf17.jpg <-- Nims gown}}
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : She nodded her head and glad at least one of the Royal Advisors agreed with her taking a deep breath as she entered the throne room. There were so many people there, but she had not seen her father or Tylan yet but all of parliament and those important nobles were there as they saw her dressed in her finery admiring her form. Most of the noble<c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : males were there looking at her and and mostly smiling at her waiting for their chance to dance with her later and maybe wooing her later on for the crown. It was a game for the nobles to get ahead especially with someone like Gisselle on their arm. She walked up to the throne and the maids assisted with her train as she turned to face the <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : the people in front of the throne not seating herself down yet and waiting for instruction. <e>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : Tylan had a very long night last night that lasted all night so he had slept in. He had this afternoon purchased a gown for his new mate and got himself a formal outfit for his sisters coronation, He had gotten himself cleaned up and dressed in a black outfit for this evening but made sure the formal outfit was loose enough to hide his daggers <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : in just in case there was any danger this evening from potential foes after to assassinate his sister especially after last night. He was on the lookout for anyone who seemed suspicious as he entered the throne room seeing that the coronation was about to start as he stood in the crowd near the throne in case he needed to get to her quickly <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : watching the going ons of the throne room and waiting to see if Samarah would show up. <E>
Ғ··Ғọُ : [ So they had lost his invitation in the mail. Fox tugged the much nicer dark jacket tighter. He did not wear his usual hat, instead braiding and tying his hair back behind his head. The dark longcoat was accented in white, with the sword strapped to his waist...hanging off his left hip. [c]
Ғ··Ғọُ : [ The boots he wore were of course black with white trim. Yet the pants were plain black. Lifting those red eyes he looked around for a moment...then just took a quiet step off to the side. A faintly amused expression on his angular featured face. His hands hanging off of his belt. [d]
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : he would step within the room but he was not looking very happy at this time as he knew what his daughter tried to do and he would speak to her about it after all this bull shit had been dealt with. He would glance around and nods towards those he knew and or his family. his long coat was a silvery black coloring with black flames upon the back and
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : and sleeves of his long coat, a grey tunic to be seen underneath of the long coat while his mane was put into a long braid that started at the base of his neck and tied at the end by a black leather piece. He was also wearing black pants tucked into nearly knee high boots and black gloves that would cover his hands. He did not seem to have a weapon
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : upon his personage but then again he so did wish to have a paddle in his hand and paddle her little ass for her stunt earlier.~
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ released her arm as she drew near the throne, the man casually settling his self behind it, leaning over the chair with a rather serious expression, the man still dressed in his formal suit, though he ignored how ridiculous he felt for now, as there were more pressing matters to tend to. Seeing just about all of Eladrin had shown up for this occasion, he still felt a slight unease, and even more so, since what had taken place much earlier on, though he still kept his eyes out, for signs of trouble.
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena saw that Gisselle had arrived along with Lucien, Tylan, Izzy, Damien and others important for assistance this evening in case things went awry. She bowed her head to the people and walked around to Gisselle smiling to her and giving her a wink. Seeing Lucien's face towards his daughter she would eye him as if not tonight and it would be<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : dealt with later. She turned back to Gisselle placing the crown on her head speaking out softly so she and the others could hear giving her the oath. "Do you solemnly swear as you wear the crown of this lavish country that you will protect and serve the people, honor the code of parliament and be a fair and just ruler to the people of Eladrin <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : A firm and just hand to your enemies and a kind hand to thy neighbors for as long as you shall live under rule?" She asked and waited for Gisselle to say I do. When Gisselle spoke those words Nimena would nod and place the crown on her head handing her the gold scepter and taking her other hand to lead her sitting on the throne as she spoke out<c
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : to the nobles inside the room. "I present to you, Her Majesty, Gisselle Darastrix Ronorian Eldithas, Queen of Eladrin!" She shouted out and hearing the nobles clap and hollar at their new queen. <E>
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¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : Gisselle did what she was instructed to do and she was scared but she went through what she had to do and sat on the throne being introduced. She nodded and held her had up to calm everyone. It worked, she was not used to this level of power as she stood up setting the scepter down and speaking out. "I would like to my first order as your <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : Queen.." She said to mainly parliament as she folded her hands, this would possibly also delay her having to seek a husband as well so this was going to make everyone happy. "My real father...Lucien Darastrix is here, has been around this kingdom since Nimena's parents rule, protected her as he protects me. He is a hell of a soldier of Eladrin<c
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : and knows its politics more so then I. I request he be appointed as my stuart until such time as either Sarkas returns or he and the advisory panel deem it fit for me to rule either alone or with a competent husband.." She said so elegantly as she looked to parliament awaiting their approval or disapproval. She hoped and prayed they approved <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : as she stood there staring to them watching their movements as they spoke amongst themselves about her request. No ruler has requested a steward before so this was new to them. After a little while they stood and turned to face her as one spoke out. "Those in favor?" All of parliament said Aye, when asked for opposition there was none so the<c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : foreman nodded his head as Gisselle turned to her father waiting for him to come up and hoping he would accept or deny his position as her steward. <E>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ felt a smile now draw his features upward a little, as this meant that he could finally change out of this formal suit, and back into what he was more comfortable in, the smith now trying to pull off his pants in the middle of the ceremony. It was here, when one of the nobles turned to look at the man, assuming he was a member of the royal court, as he was stripping down his clothing in public, this shortly followed by a woman's shrill shriek. The woman soon fell limp in the arms of the noble, but by c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ this time, the man was nowhere to be seen, unless the members of the court were to check each dark corner for the man, who as luck would have it, was still fighting with his formal clothing, trying to get it off. Two more of the citizens would merely shake their heads, in disgust with such an act, but one young lady stepped forward, her head lowered. "If it means anything to you, your majesty, I had to spend at least a good five minutes with him, to get him properly dressed for this." Zerina told her.
Ғ··Ғọُ : [ He laughed. And he laughed. Damien was stripping down to his birthday suit. Fox turned to face the man...though he was some several feet away. Not that anyone would look but he made some vague hip movements...thrusting maybe. Then he turned back to watch the coronation. [d]
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : he was about to turn around after the coronation had come to pass only to see his daughter rise up and he could not help but be proud of her. His eyes widened though with the words she brought forth and blinked as he glanced around towards the Council as he kinda hoped that they were going to decline that positioning but then they actually accepted
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : it and he was like... he was not sure how to feel or even what to say for a few moments but then he shook his head to regain himself only to take a deep breath. With head held high and proud he would walk on over to where his daughter was standing only to stop at least two feet from her. Looking to her he would speak in a serious tone while trying
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : to ignore that of Damien and wait... Fox was there? He glanced over to the male and sighed only to then look back to his daughter once more. "I accept this challenge you have set before me, Queen Gisselle Darastrix and I will try my hardest not to let you or those of the lands down." He then knelt infront of her with head slightly lowered, bended
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : down onto one knee while the other knee supported his hands, one on top of the other.~
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Fox was there and why now? Something else she had to do? Tonight of all nights. She had slipped away from the throne area as Lucien and Gisselle were dealing with parliament, she had done her part of the ceremony as she moved through the crowd and walked over to Fox speaking in soft tones so only he could hear.. "What brings you hear on this <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : evening Fox? Have not relayed any messaged to me from Sam lately, you seem to be on your own agenda...I had noticed the last time you were here as well you were taking an interest in Lucien? May I ask what brings you here this evening?" She said as arms folded behind her as she stood before him in that elaborate red gown awaiting a response. <e>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : Tylan watched everything going on and shocked when she made their father Steward. He grinned, he supposed it was for the better, Gisselle was in no shape to rule alone and this would help her at least, and keep him closer to her. Gisselle would only now have to worry about sitting pretty and agreeing with her fathers decisions. She was the <c>
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₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : face as it should be. He had not seen his mate around yet but he was watching curiously as Nimena went to that Fox character, judging by her facial features she looked a little rattled. So he quietly planted himself not to close but not too far, not listening into the conversation just watching for the moment in case he was needed. Facial <C>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : expressions alone would tell him if he was needed or not. <e>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : She walked over to the knight and took his sword from his hip and walked over, the sword was extremely heavy so she had to use both hands to lift the sword. She would tap each side of Luciens shoulder before setting the sword on its tip and smiling warmly. "You may rise Sir Lucien Darastrix, Steward of Eladrin...." She said, she was still a <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : little shaky but relieved that she wouldn't be in this hot seat alone. <e>
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : he would indeed arise up from just, not only being knighted but also being given the Stewardship of the kingdom. He lowered his head towards his daughter the queen and winked at her only to then turn around to lift up her hand that held the sword with his own. He did this as soon as he stood next to her and there were the clappings and hootings and
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : hollarings of this arrangement. He then lowered his and his daughter's hand while taking the sword to hand it back to the knight she had borrowed it from and escorted her to the throne once more. He then stood next to her throne while glancing around the room and seeing that Nimena was speaking with Fox. His face was non expressive at this moment
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : for he was trying to remain... calmed and composed infront of the nobles.~
Ғ··Ғọُ : [ Why did people have to look at him? Fox raised a hand to rub the bridge of his nose. "I am here...because I want to be here. I've talked to Lucien...for personal reasons. Go...pry information from him.", He raised his red eyes to her and smiled. Frankly he wasn't...in the mood tonight for her inquisition. [c]
Ғ··Ғọُ : [ So he tilted his head..."It was a lovely ceremony by the way. I really do wish them all the best. I have a feeling this kingdom is going to need it.", Then Fox raised a hand to her to forestall any questions..."No I am not plotting. So please...can we drop the suspicious annoyances for one night?", [d]
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ finally managed to get his self out of those restraining clothes, though, judging by the reactions of a few of the people, his decision was not all that appreciated, the man now taking this time to once more blend in with the shadows, their inky shapes swirling about him. Violet blue eyes glanced about his form, as he was now being dressed by the souls he had collected on his travels. Starting with his feet, there were now a set of dark, violet laced sneakers, as on his legs, there were a pair of c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ grey woolen socks, as well as a pair of black cotton trousers, a violet leather belt, and platinum chain holding it to his form. His arms were now being covered by a single black glove, his left arm now shown with a set of barbed wire bracelets about his wrists. Covering his upper torso, there was a cotton, black, tank styled shirt, its emblem being an inverted, violet colored star. Satisfied with how the souls had dressed him up, he walked out of the corner, a few of the nobles now giving him odd looks
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : "As long as your not plotting I am completely fine." She said to Fox as she thought it was rude he raised a hand to her like that but let it go, she was not going to pick and choose her battles here. The last thing she wanted to see was Sam coming in and causing trouble because she caused a fight between she and Fox. She just walked away from <c
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : him and gathered her skirts. She wasn't in a celebraatory mood but she was here, it was a mixed bowl of emotions in this room tonight, all eyes were on Gisselle as they should be. Music started to play in the ball room as guests started to mingle in that direction. The ceremony was at least over, it was time for celebrations. Parliament was <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : already heading in that direction as she should too. She passed by Tylan and smiled at him speaking out. "I hope you were able to work things out with your lady friend Tylan...she seems lovely.." She said to Luciens son with a warm smile on her face watching his reaction to see how things went. <e>
Drumain_Mccall : He awoke in the Inn his eyes peeping open as he abruptly woke in mid purr. He decided to stay in the Inn as far as he knew he wasn't working for the kingdom anymore and apparently Nimena didn't want anything to do with him anymore either. Hell if he knew it just sure seemed that way. He had been taking a few>>c
Drumain_Mccall : freelance assassin contracts as he hung out in the tavern it was whiskey and rent money. Same thing he always did. He got dressed rather quickly in his mercenary attire (description in profile) He pulled his silver hair back into a pony tail his ash grey cat ears barely visible as if finding solace in the thick silver locks. His red cat eyes glanc
Drumain_Mccall : at the mirror and with a satisfied grunt he headed out. He decided it was time to get his job back and his love. He walked up the trail and to the gates and the guards still parted for him knowing who he was and knowing he was no threat. He walked into the castle and down the main halls his shoes echoing and the torches dancing>>c
Drumain_Mccall : with the shadows on the wall. He went to the main hall bar and thought he would wait there for someone familiar to pass through one person in particula being Nimena. He went to the bar and poured himself some whiskey in the main hall and sat there as if nothing had ever changed. Sipping the whiskey contently >>f
Ғ··Ғọُ : [ And she was gone. Fox raised his hand to rub the bridge of his nose. It was best to leave it alone. So he lounged there against that wall. Tonight was going to be a headache for him. He finally pushed off for the wall to walk to the bar. Fox saddled up to it, and ordered a glass of wine. [c]
Ғ··Ғọُ : [ Maybe he could work on his good cheer. Dealing with that woman was leaving a bad taste in his mouth. Perhaps that is why he kept spending his evenings at the Tavern. Fox finally got the wine and sipped at it, his frown worsening. [d]
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : She let her father raise her hand and do what needed to be done to make the crowd smile. She was glad he accepted it was a big weight lifted off her shoulders. She stood from the throne and the ladies maids had removed the robe and detached the long train on her gown leaving just the beautiful white and silver gown with a beautiful crown on <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : her head as she looked to her father smiling warmly. "Would you like to take me to the ball room and have the first dance father?" She asked softly looking up to him with those now bluish eyes of hers awaiting for him to take her arm and lead her into the ball room since the music was already playing. Gisselle didn't know fox but she knew <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : Drumain, and was surprised to see him here, she hadn't seen him in a while but didn't know the circumstances of his leaving, she was kind of left in the dark on that one. <e>
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : She was not too thrilled wearing the dress that had been left for her. She hadn't worn one in years. Atlast it was a longsleeve. She was able to hide a few blace strapped on ehr arms in sheaths that his under the sleeved. She also had a few on her calves. The time it took just to get into the dress was enough to tire her of wearing the dress. -c-
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : Too many layers and too much poof. The dress did however compliment her eyes matching their dark red coloring. She had always and only put her hair in a thick braid so that' what she did. It didn't really match the style but she had no idea how else to do hair or just doing hair in general. she noticed there were high heeled shoes to match and -c-
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : she just put her own flat slip on shoes. They were more comfortable and she could move better. she was wanderinf the halls trying to find Ty feeling completely out of place and stepped on the hem of her dress cauing her to stumble alittle. Cursing she gathered up the front and walkedin a huge bundle in the front like carrying a load of laundy -c-
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : only it was poof and layers of a dress. -d-
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : Tylan started to rub the back of his neck and chuckle with a blush when she asked her about Samarah. "I'd...say we made up just fine, everything is wonderful between us. You should go and have yourself a good time Nimena.." He explained the saw Samarah finally enter in the dress he bought her. He smiled and looked to Nimena. "Pardon me <c>
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : taking her hand he smiles to her and nods his head slightly. He would stiffen up though when he saw Drumain and even the hand he was holding onto of his daughter's would tighten up... greatly but he would nod his head towards the male as he then looked to his daughter once more and guided her towards the ball room. His hand to swiftly loosen up
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : around her hand only to swing her around as soon as they entered into the ball room and onto the dance floor with a few others there already.~
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : please m'lady, I will see you in the ball room.." He said as he walked over to Samarah and had a big grin on his face taking her hand making her let go of her gown straightening it out for her and giving her a spin before commenting. "I knew that red would compliment your eyes beautifully, as well as with the rest of you.." He said with a <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : wink and a kiss to her forehead as he put her arm in his speaking out. "You ready to head to the ballroom my dear?" He asked her, knowing he was probably going to have to guide her most of the night. <e>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ still couldn't help but feel like he was being watched, the smith now making his way through the room, and was about to leave, when he caught sight of a pale skinned woman, her crimson hues now standing out to him the most, as he recognized this one from their meeting at the forge. "Samarah, why in Ozzy's name are you wearing that?" He inquired, her first impression having him believe she wasn't the sort to be wearing gowns. "You look like you've been drinking quite a bit, when you walk in that thing."
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena nodded and smiled when he ran over to the woman, she could tell they were in love... or lust at the very least, at any case she was happy to see two young people happy. She saw Lucien walk with his daughter to the dance floor and smiled happily as he started to have the first dance with his daughter, like her father used to do with her, <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : ohh how she missed those days. She was getting ready to walk when she saw Drumian in the main hall heading straight for the bar. He wasn't suppose to be here not on this night, she had to remain calm and collected as she looked to the guards speaking out. "Keep him away from me this evening...I have too much to do tonight please.." The guards<c
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : nodded to her and kept watch in case he decided to head in her direction as she started to leave the main hall. <e>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : She felt her fathers hand tighten up around hers and it actually kind of hurt for a moment but she didn't make a sound, she knew from earlier that her father was upset with what she had done earlier and she didn't know if thats why he squeezed her hand, though he had never done anything like that before.. "Father....that hurts.." She said in <c.
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : whispered tones before he had spun her around on the floor. Her one hand was still in his hand while her other hand found itself upon his shoulder as they were doing the father daughter dance. She could see the look in his eyes and it was not a very good one as she raised an eyebrow. "Father.." She said in a whisper. "Could you tell me <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : please? What is happening, you look like you are about to rip mine or someone elses head off.." She explained quietly looking to him while he was leading her awaiting a response. <e>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : She had appraoched intot he castle with the information that Dru would be there. She enjoyed the fight nights and the drinks and wanted to try and talk to him again. Her flaming blue eyes glanced about as she approached the castle wearing a light blue peasant top that was off the shoulder and a lacey on the sleeves along with a floor length >>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : panel skirt that flashed alittle leg as she walked. Her hair was pulled hald back and down in soft waves that fell down her back. She saw what looked like a ceramony and frowned alittle hoping she wasnt interrupting but caught glimpse of silver haid disappearing into the bar. Smiling lightly she walked into bar and walked up tapping him once >>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : more on the shoulder "Hello again. " she said smiling as she placed her hands behind her back alittle ~
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : He had by now released her hand but only to the point that it would not harm her, any longer. "You ever do that little stunt again and I swear that I will turn you over my knee and spank that ass of yours till you can only sit on a cushion or not at all... got me?" he would have leaned his head to her right ear and whispered this. He then backed
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : his head up and smiled down to her only to kiss her forehead lightly "I am glad you finally took your responsibilities seriously my daughter for our family never backs down from such things but we embrace them instead." he looked to her with pride and love that a father only shows to his beloved young daughter.~
Drumain_Mccall : He saw Nimena heading off and thought to talk to her as soon as he took a few steps in his direction 2 guards stepped in front of him. m Guard#1: "Nimena has requested that you not be permitted to be near her tonight." He really didn't want to disrupt Giselle's happy day he was not one to do that just cause he left Nimena for certain reasons>>c
Drumain_Mccall : still didn't mean he made an enemy out of the kingdom. He nodded to the guards and gave a fake smile and said "Of course..Certainly. He walked back to the bar and telepathically siad to Nimena "Really? You're going to push me further away and not make amends and come back to me? FINE! Talk to me when you mature in another>>c
Drumain_Mccall : few hundred years." He let out a frustrated sigh and took a drink of whiskey from the glass he had left on the bar and asked the bartender for another as he felt a tap on his shoulder he turned around. "Oh!" he said suprised "Hey there. Stalking me are we?" he said teasingly.>>f
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena stopped in her tracks in the door way putting a hand to her head getting his message. He was not going to leave her be, she didn't want to face him tonight but it looked as though she wasn't going to have much choice in the matter. She turned to face Drumain in the doorway and saw that well endowed dark haired woman he was smiling at as<c>
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : She frowned alittle as she looked to him and would sigh letting the dress fall back down. "Thank you." and would hold onto his arm as she would actually proabably need to hold onto him. This dress was going to be her undoing. "what are we going to be doing in the ball room?" She asked. Her attion was then turned to Damien hearing his comment. -c-
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : she spoke out to him telepathically. ~"I already explained to you Drumain that I was not coming back to you, you have a beautiful woman in front of you there, make nice with her, she seems to enjoy your company. Lucien will comfort me now....he has proven his love time and time again while you ran away at the first sign of trouble...its over"~<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : With that she turned away from him and went into the ball room to go to the side lines to watch Gisselle and Lucien dance smiling warmly wrapping her arms around her form trying to keep her whits about her and not shed tears, he was not being very nice to her telepathically so she shot him back with telling him she was with Lucien, she was <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : trying to avoid a fight, but he refused to let her. <e>
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : she narrowed her eyes upon him. "One more comment like that and I will cut you" She threantened her eye narrowed upon him but continued walking in with Ty. She stepped on the hem and her grip tightened and she cursed as she straightened out trying to walk with out looking like a fool
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : -d-
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : She swallowed hard when she heard her father threatening in her ear about paddling her raw for pulling the sedative stunt again and tried very hard not to shrink like a violet away from him. She nodded when he kissed her forehead whispering softly. "I only did it because I was afraid...my own mother has accused me of treason, I didn't want to <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : backstab my step father Sarkas as well by taking his seat, this didn't feel right to me...I don't want to hurt anymore people....which is also why i put you in charge indirectly..if I could have you would have been the one to wear this crown.." She said in a whisper as she continued to dance with him keeping the soft warm smile on her face. <e>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : He almost chuckled at Damien's comment but decided that it would be best if he kept his opinions to himself on that subject, to him she looked beautiful. He spoke out in soft tones squeezing her hand. "Easy my love he is just playing with you.." He saw her tripping on her hem and frowned deciding he was going to help her. "If you can fight, <c>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : ~She smiled as she leaned her head to the side and would stand there smiling softly at him. "Sorry I guess I wish to make sure your ok now and not going to go jump off a bridge or something. You were fairly emotional but I guess you don't look as bad this time" she smiled some. She moved to go sit next to him "I hope you don't mind that I have >>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : then you can dance...and walk as well." Dancing and fighting were not much different in his eyes as he held her hand whispering. "Straighten out and pace yourself one foot at a time forward holding the skirt of the gown to the side a little bit so the hem stays out of the way.." He explained hoping to help her look more like a lady since his <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : sister was now a queen,they had to act proper around her.. <e>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : searched and found you. I really was abit concerend about you." she said placing her hands on the bar top lacing her fingers together. "So, am I correct in assuming that you are better?" she asked and leaned her head to the side brushing a few strands from her face~
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ couldn't help his self, when the female wet worker made her threat to him, the raven haired smith not only implying he was not afraid of her, but also proving this, with a rather sinister laugh. "Really now?" He inquired her, before he continued on with his thoughts. "I'd like to see you try and keep me down, Samarah." Violet eyes now turned away from the female, as he turned his back to her, the man now making his way towards the ball room. Both his hands were stuffed into the front pockets in his c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ pants, as he did, though the echo from his voice lingered in the air for just a moment. As he walked down the hallway, the candles he passed, would snuff out with an unseen breeze as he passed by them, the man's head still focused dead ahead of him as he walked. There was clearly something more to this man now, that met the eye, and it was even more likely he was not just the castle's blacksmith either. Casually, he would stand at the entrance to the ball room, his arms folded as he watched the dancers.
Drumain_Mccall : He sighed frustrated again from the message he got from her telepathically, he sent back "Love?! LOVE! LUCIEN! Well if you had truly loved me you wouldn't have kept secrets about Gods only know what. Just don't talk to me. I'm done and you are too dense. FUCK!" Tears welled up in his eyes as he held them back as best he could>>c
Drumain_Mccall : as he looked up at the new friend he had made the other night and forced a smile on his face. The tears going away as conversation ensued. He nodded "Yeah when a guy breaks a few ribs from repeatedly kicking you in the chest you tend to feel better." He let out a slight chuckle. "My x is here and she is talking about me running away >>c
Drumain_Mccall : when she was keeping secrets from me! Keeping secrets from me and I leave and I'm in the wrong!" He took a drink of the shot of whiskey quickly. "Apologies. She was the love of mylife." He let's out a half hearted sigh and continues. "You live for 500 years you get used to love and loss eh?" He said as he turned and looked into her eyes.>>f
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : She blinked as she looked at heard his words and would sigh as she reached a hand up and brushed her hair back. "Yeah but I don't fight wearing a tent" she said and Reached down and just grabbed a handfull of her dress infront and held it up exposing the plain shoes "It's up and out of the way. I will just hold it all up here" she said and -c-
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : would look out seeing other dancing there in the room. "I am not the best at dancing Ty" she said and sighed alittle as she just shook her head and began resisting alittle if he tried to drag ehr on the dance floor "I don't want to please." She brought the wad of cloth that held her dress off her feet up alittle placing that hand on ehr hop as -c-
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : she watched. For once she was actually nervous about something -d-
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena was holding back her tears, Drumain wasn't going to budge and neither was she as she closed her eyes and looked down speaking telepathically, standing there in that elaborate red and gold gown sending him a message. ~"You can call me whatever you will Drumain, if you hadn't of run away I would have explained to you why I could not speak,<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : I couldn't to save Gisselle's life to no one.....I told you some in secret of what was happening and you accuse me of not loving you at the time and possibly loving another, you pushed me into his arms...and its for the better...at least I wont have to worry about shadow demons tying me up in the bedroom. You are insecure and a drunkard....I <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : did love you, but your childish ways pushed me away....you need to find someone on your level....leave Lucien and I be....Besides you have a beautiful girl concerned right in front of you, she should help you forget about me.."~ She explained telepathically and started to walk out of the ball room and head for the gardens, she needed to be away<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : from people at the moment otherwise tears were going to pour out in front of them. <e>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : ~She frowned some as she placed a hand on his shoulder in comfort. She was unaware of the conversation that was going on in his head but she watched by his body posture that somethign was wrong. When he mentioned the broken ribs she winced alittle "Ouch, I didn't know how bad the damage was. But I'm sure the other guy is hurrting worse" she said >>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ caught the last few moments of what the demon had mentioned, and was about to step in, to see what was wrong, when he felt another message delivered to him, the darkness now reaching out his hand for the light to join him. "I can see things are a little rough right now, but if you're willing to trust me, I have a place all my own." He admitted to her. "It may not be as grand as this castle, but it's a place where you and I can be alone" He nodded to the woman now. "I can show you just what we are."
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : then hearing his mini rant she shook her head "Please you have nothing to apologize for I understand your pain, for living so long you learn to shut out things. I may not be 500 yet but I am gaingin up on it" she said smiling alittle. ~
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : Tylan sighed lightly as she sat down, he didn't know this gown was going to be such a hinderance, he was just trying to do something nice and buy something pretty for her to wear for the special occasion. He thought for a moment then grinned looking down to her. "Tell you what, I will make you a deal. You go put on an elegant pants suit and <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : I will show you how to dance? Deal?" He asked her as he waited for her response. That way she wouldn't have to wear a poofy gown and he would get his dance, he could always cut in with his sister while he waited hoping she would agree. <e>
Drumain_Mccall : He had received the last message from Nimena and wasn't going to respond anymore to her. She was right he needed to forget her. If she wasn't going to be in his arms then it was time to move on. But he was hurt pretty badly emotionally by it. Here he had been engaged twice in 2 years and each time something had happened to his fiancees. >>c
Drumain_Mccall : He wondered if love would ever settle for him or tease him through out is centuries upon this earth. He looked into her eyes again and laughed at her comment of not being 500 years old or living that long yet. "It's not pretty and it is along road. And the other guy in the fight he's not hurt too bad. But he will be disfigured from the burns.>>c
Drumain_Mccall : He said with a mischievous smile. She seemed to brighten his evening. She was cute after all. "So what are your plans this evening?" he asked as he motioned to the bartender to pour another shot and to get another glass for Sidonia. "Gee I hope it's not getting me drunk and taking advantage of me." he said sarcastically with a laugh.>>f
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena stopped when Damien showed up and extended his hand to her. She just froze for a moment and whispered to Damien. "Just for a little while brother please...I cannot let Lucien see my face right now....I just need to go calm myself but I must return for he and Gisselle, we both must, we are their advisors after all.." She explained to him<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : as she placed her hand in his ready to take off. <e>
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : The moment he told her she could go change she turned and hustled out calling out over her shoulder "Deal!" she reached down and gathered up more of the dress hurrying out. She found her way back to the room and would begin fighting to get out of the dress. She was fighting with getting layers off getting lost with in the material she bumped -c-
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : into the bed and tripped over more material and landed on the floor with a grunt. She groaned and fought and wiggled her way out of the dress letting out a reluctant sigh and smoothed her heair as she put on her formal assassin's arrite which was kind of feminie and left her hood down and her braid hang loos on the outside of her outfit rather -c-
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ nodded his head when the light mentioned that she needed to get away, and not let those closest see her face. He too knew the feeling she had, but rather than take off in flight, the two of them would ripple as though they were a liquid state, their bodies now taken from view. Releasing her hand, the man would then gesture to what looked like a city floating in the streams of time, and defied even space itself. It was here, when he chuckled a little bit. "Welcome to Elesius, Nimena." He greeted.
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : then hiding it away this time and came back out. and walked up to Ty "Thank you" she said smiling vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/assassinscreed/images/7/70/ACS_Evie_Frye_Render.png/revision/latest?cb=20150809103119 her attire
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : Tylan smiled as she came out in that formal assassins attire, he had to admit it was kind of hot seeing her in that outfit. He took her hand and lead her to the dancefloor and spun her in similar fashion as Lucien had spun Gisselle. He had her right hand in his left and placed her left hand on his right shoulder and his right hand on her hip <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : speaking out. "Dancing is very much like fighting my dear. Let yourself go and trust me to guide you.." He said in soft tones and with that he began to move her into the walts stiffening his arms a bit so he could have better control over her body as he started to move her in the 1,2,3 1,2,3 type motion attempting to keep her motions fluid. <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : "It doesn;t matter what you wear, you are still beautiful, I just thought I was trying to buy you something beautiful....maybe I could......ask ...Nim to give you lady lessons in case we have to attend another function such as this....its alright to be a warrior and a lady at the same time my fire cracker.." He said with a smile on his face <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : hoping and praying she didn't slap the shit out of him on the dance floor. <e>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : She felt herself getting transported and when they were finally at their destination and he released her hand she wrapped her arms around herself looking at the city floating into the sky. Elesius was a beautiful sight indeed, but that didn't stop the tears from welling in her eyes. "Why is Drumain so spiteful. He left me in my darkest hour..<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : when he promised he would never leave my side...accusing me of bedding another during our relationship, of lying to him. Damien....you know why I had to lie....I didn't want to hurt anyone...I was trying to save Gisselle.." The tears started pouring from her cheeks, all the horrible things he said to her really got to her, why? She couldn't <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : tell Lucien, he had already heard enough between Sam, Fox and Drumain....he was ready to explode, she couldn't talk to anyone...until now. <e>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : ~ Smirking some she nudged him whne he mentioned about the age "Hey I have about 11 more year before the big 500, atleast I think I do" she looked up as she zoned out a moment trying to figure her age out but then just shook her head. It hurt her brain to try and figure that out. She head him talking about the burns and would raise a brow "oh did>>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : h have himself a little accident" she said putting air quotes when she said accident and chuckles some. "I have no idea what my plans are. Mainly I guess to make sur eyou are going to be alright. You did take quite the beating and well now you seem bummed so I guess It will try and cheer you up perhaps?" When the bartender provided her with her >>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : drink she smiles and would then think some "Actually I also wanted to talk to you or rather ask you something." she sigh as this was embarassing for her "You are able to create fire from your core, will you treach me?" she asked and down the shot~
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : She woudl follow him to the floor and she spun elegantly and grasped onto his hand placing her other on his shoulder. she staggered alittle but tried to follow though she was stopped a few times when she tried going different directions he did. She sighed some and looked down a moment then back at him when he spoke "I do appreciate the dress. -c-
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : It's abit much though, not my style. Too much fluff, I don't do fluff" she said smiling alittle. When he suggested getting the lessons on being a lady she stopped moving and frowned looking at him. she took her hand out of his as she looked around at all the women who are all dressed in elegance and grace and here she was in her foramal -c-
Drumain_Mccall : He was such a flirt. Even though his heart just became broken. He smiled and said "What ways could you cheer me up." smiling mischievously. He took the shot in his hand and downed it. Signaling for another. His red cat eyes stared into her blue hues. Then the conversation was changed, as she asked about him teaching>>c
Drumain_Mccall : her to create fire. "Create fire? I don't know if I can teach you. I mean it is as common to me as breathing and walking.>>f
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ frowned, when the light was still upset, even when he had taken them both far beyond the stretches of even time and space, though when she spoke to him, he could easily see just why she was a little more than annoyed. "Because he's a mortal man." He shrugged. As harsh as this was for her to hear, it was true. "They are not like you and I, in that if mortals don't get the attention they need, they assume the ones they love are with someone else." He explained it as best he could, despite his lack of c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ knowledge in the subject she had brought up. He would begin to walk now, towards what looked like a docking area, a vessel already there for them, should the light wish to travel the new realm. "It is often in the darkest hour, or your time of great sorrow, that you find who is really there for you." He admitted with a nod of his head. "My advise to you, is to forget about him, since you know he will keep doing this to you, and making you feel miserable, no matter how much he denies it." He now stood c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ near the vessel, as it floated on what looked to be water, but this was not the case at all. "You deserve a love that can be there, not only when the sun's rays are providing you with warmth, but also when the darkness closes in around you, and there looks to be no way out." He suggested. "Someone that can not only handle you at your worst, but will show you that even that is your best." He chuckled, the man now waiting for what his sister would do, or say to him next, as he did his best to help her.
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : "You mean...a love like Lucein?" she asked as she followed him to the vessell and entered speaking out. "I know I have to forget Drumain, he is a drunkard and insecure....that maybe his worst but he says the most horrible things to me when he is upset...Lucien however...I have had a crush on him since I was under fifty....He is a kind and <c>
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : assassin's attire that had nothing elegant about it. "You are embarrassed that I am not lady like?" she asked her voice was low but it held a growing fire. "That I do no fit in?" she narrowed her eyes then taking another step back "I will never fit in! " she said pushing him back and turned walking out of the ballroom -d-
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : strong man. I know he would be all those things you say a man should be.." She said as she sat down, she still had tears in her eyes, the situation wasn't any easier for her heart, Drumain was her first love, the first she gave herself too and she felt horrible for it, thinking it should have been Lucien that had her first, fate just didn't <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : see it as so as she sat down with her arms still folded around her body speaking out. "I....I want to tell Lucien what happened but I am afraid of his reaction..." She explained to Damien as she continued on. "Also Derik has agreed to come to Eladrin to do the spell with you in switching Gisselle's and my bodies so we can irraticate the bond <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : between us and Sam..he says whenever your ready.." She explained as she hoped it would be soon. <e>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : iling she had her own ideas of fun that he might like."I have a few ideas" she said and would signal for a drink herself as she looked to Drumain and raised a brow smirking. She was secretly challenging him as she took her shot and licked her lips placing the glass back down. "Yeah well, as humiliating as this may seem I don't know how to do it. >>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : I was never really taught. If there is already a heat source that's one thing but to create fire out of nothing. I just, I haven't been able to do it" she said and brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face~
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : Oh no she wasn't going to get far that was not what he meant at all. She grabbed her not caring for the fight back. This fire cracker was not going to explode in or around the ball room area not this night. He ran with her over to one of the balconies shutting the door and sitting her down in one of the seats kneeling in front of her and <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : grasping her hands so she couldn't move as he spoke out. "That is not what I meant at all. What I meant for that purpose was so you could be a better assassin, a better scout. In order to blend to fulfill your contracts it is better to learn and know any and every custom you potentially come into contact with. Here you are known now but <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : think if you had a contract to say.....Fallsgrove, they are a very proper palace. How would you get close to your noble contract if you cannot blend in with the other nobles, for if you do not look an allow the part you will not gain entry. I do not ask to embarrrass or demean you in any way shape or form, I made the suggestion to assist you <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : to learn more and better yourself to make you a better assassin. No one I don't care if they have lived for thousands of years can know it all, there is always room for growth and knowledge, and being a deadly lady is nothing to be ashamed of.." He explained as he remained keeping her there awaiting a response. <e>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ couldn't help but smile as she stepped onto the vessel, and seated herself in the cabin area, along with him, the wheel in the back now moving to push them along the liquid like substance, the man now opening the cabin drapes for her to look out of. "I know the feeling, believe it or not." He admitted, his arms reaching out, to drape around the light's Elven body. "It may feel as though your heart is broken, when all it really wants, is someone to pick up the pieces again, and create something a lot c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ better from those pieces." He sighed. "A lot of the time we are given a negative situation, not to show us we can fail, but to give us something to overcome. Another way we can become stronger than we were." He assured her with a smirk. When he listened to her tale of love though, he would merely tilt his head. "If you are certain he is the one for you, than what have you to be afraid of?" He inquired. "If he is your true match, he will understand what you're going through, and help you get through it."
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : "I am not afraid of my love for Lucien, I am afraid of the retaliation, Lucien has a temper when he thinks those in his heart are hurt in any way, you have seen how he is around Gisselle.." She explained to Damien and she put her head in her hands, "Even worse still I fear of Drumains retaliation against Lucien for allowing myself to accept L<c>
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : She frowned as her grabbed her and trid reistign and fighting him til they were outside and when he grabbed her hands she made a fist as she tugged on her hands trying to get them free. Her yes were narrowed as she stopped struggling and listened to him explain the scenario. "I would assassinate him like I have done other and do it in the -c-
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Lucien's invitation of love...." She explained to Damien as they were floating away as she looked out the window putting her legs up on the seat in that elaborate gown. Her white hair and pale features were very striking against that crimson gown as she looked around speaking out. "Where is Kushiel, your sister...or our sister rather?" She <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : asked curiously looking over to him slowing her tears. <e>
Drumain_Mccall : "HHMMM.." he said with a slow smile coming to his face He grabbed her hand. "Come with me." He said rather excitedly pulling her with him. He exits the main hall and walks uickly still holding her hand as he walked through the halls turning down one then another then coming to a large double door. As he opened it >>c
Drumain_Mccall : it opened up into a training arena. As he closed the doors he still lead her into the center of the arena. "Now you want to create fire hm? I can get you started." He stood behind her rather closely his voice in breath in her ear softly. "Now you hold out your hand palms up like so." he said as he slid his hand along her arms to her hands>>c
Drumain_Mccall : "Now. Just think of something that turns you on." He said as he gently kissed her neck. "Something sensual and would warm your inside. Your body will heat up as if your blushing and you will start sweating as your body temperature rises" he said as he kissed her neck again, then running his tongue to her ear lobe>>c
Drumain_Mccall : slightly nibbling teasing it. In one final teasing whisper in her ear he says "Then release it.">>f
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : middle of the night. You have only scratched the surface of who I am and what I am capable of." She knew he actually had a good point as far as blending in went but wouldn't admit it to him She just sat there and clenched her jaw and looked away as she sat there pouting. though again she would never admit to her pouting either "Just....I don't" -c-
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : she let out a frustrated sigh as she just shifted and turned to look away from him not knwing what really to say -d-
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ merely nodded his head, when she continued to speak of Lucien to him. "Indeed I have, but I do not see his retaliation as something to run from, or something to be wary of." He informed her, the vessel now traveling about, rounding a corner, until out the window, they would be able to see an entirely new building, and one that mirrored the look of the castle back in Eladrin, though this one made of material not able to be understood by mortal minds. "I see this retaliation as his way of showing his c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ loyalty to those who did manage to get close to him." He informed her with a nod. "I see his love being shown differently, in that he is willing to teach those he holds closest to him what he feels is right, and what he feels is wrong." He would stand now, and step out from the cabin, and step onto the crystalline surface of the Elysian plane once more. "I have this feeling, that if Drumain even tries to retaliate against Lucien, he would meet with a very bad ending." He admitted, offering his hand out.
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : ~She blinked as she followed him as he lead her out of the bar area. She was curious where they were going but when she saw the training arena she smiled alittle though looked around hoping that If she some how got fire that things wouldn't burn up. Her flames were much different then regular fire and more powerful then a regular phoenix fire. >>
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₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : He sighed and let her go not knowing what else to say at that point. He had very well knew what she was capable of, he liked the firecracker spirit as he sighed lightly standing speaking softly. "Very well, I will leave you to your thoughts. Just remember love...I would never say anything to purposely harm or demean you in anyway, I think I <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : have shown you last night how much I care for you, anytime I say things like that to you is to help you gain knowledge and nothing more. I will be in there ready and waiting.." he explained as he left her sitting there on the balcony so she could be alone and feel like the warrior she is, she was one it seemed that didn't deal well with emotions<c
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : and had serious trust issues. He would allow her time to calm as he entered into the ball room and saw his father still dancing with his sister. He shook his head and looked around. Nimena was missing, and so was that red headed dragon fellow and the white haired fellow that the guards stopped. If his father was not going to date women that <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : had other men around he sure picked a doosey this time, even though she was nice enough. He decided to take it upon himself to go and try and search for her giving his love a look through the window and pointing to the door as he exited. <e>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : She stood there and listened to his words and he held her hands out palms up but her body suddenly tensed briefly not expecting him to be so close. She got a confused look on her face at his words but couldn't help but shiver feeling him kiss upon her neck. Her pulse sped up and she was indeed blushing. She closed her eyes as she tried to >>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena smiled as his last words and took his hand and stood up from the bench and straightened out her gown with her other hand before walking back out to the Elysian plane and looked around. "Even though this place is very beautiful and I would very much like to come back sometime, we better come back to the palace before there is trouble. I<c>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : to concentrate but his actions were doing exactly everything he was describing. She felt this feeling and the energy of her body temp rising butshe was unsure how to release that energy like he was describing ~
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : do not trust Drumain's anger.." She explained as she also wanted to get back to Lucien before he realized she was gone and had a coniption fit. That was something no one needed either. She turned to her brother and gave him a hug laying her head on his shoulder. "Thank you for taking me away before I broke down in the center of the ball room<C>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : I am sure you were able to hear some of the telepathed words to me from Drumain.. "<e>
Drumain_Mccall : He felt her body temp rise as his body was close to her's. Still whispering in her ear his breath almost teasing on her ear he continued "Now just push those feelings towards your hands. It's normal to be sexually aroused. It happens all the time. Just push it towards your hands." He said as he rubbed his hands back and forth gently on her arms.>>c
Drumain_Mccall : His body temp was rising too from arousal but he had better control over it. "Come on just release it. Release it. Releeeaaassseee iiiittttt." he said his words lingering and his breath playing pon her ear erotically.>>f
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : She heard him stand up and walk away and his words did get to her. She was not angry but now, frustrated at herself for her own actions. She felt confused, sad, angry at herself for over reacting as she did alot. She felt like a yell was bulding inside her and would fall to her knees and released that yell. She remained kneeling infront of the -c-
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ shrugged his shoulders, and smiled when she told him of Lucien and Drumain again, the man once more taking her hand, though before he would bring them back, he had one last thing to mention to her, now that she knew of the Ancient sanctuary, lost to many who dared seek it out. "If you ever want to return here again, it is within your reach now." He began, nodding his head once more. "If you ever feel you need to just get away fro a while, or if you need a place where you feel you won't be found, you c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ can travel to the plane of Elysius again." He informed her, before he gave her the instructions. "All you need to do is focus the energy of the stars, and project it outward, and you will be given access there, whenever you need." He assured her, the both of them once more rippling like liquid, before they faded out completely. It was here though, that they would be standing just a few feet away from Tylan, as though the two of them had never left. He would then release her hand. "Hello again Tylan."
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : bench and then shifted herself til she sat on the ground and propped her knees up putting her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands. "Mara what have you done?" she asked herself out loud and shook her head as her breathing and pulse quickened. She was fighting back crying and was fighing her herself from the vulnerable feeling when one -c-
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : cried. She lowered her head putting her hand on her forehead and closed her eyes as she tried calming down her breathing and bacisally herself -d-
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : ~She Her body temp continued to rise and closed her eyes tighter as she was trying to do as he instructed. Push the energy to her hand. She repeated it over and over to herslef hoping that it was going to happen. Her temperature continued to rise as she shook once more from his breath upon her ear. Soon the air around her wavered like heat rising>>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : off the asphalt. She was able to pick up on his own heat rising but she began to feel something stirring inside of her. The energy rolled and moved through out her body. She gasped and opened her eyes in a way 'releasing' the energy and she spontaneously combusted. her whole body was covered in flue flames. ~
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : Tylan saw Nimena and the man Damien appear that gave him a place to stay his first night here. He blinked speaking out. "I was coming to check on you, since father was dancing with Gisselle.." He explained. Father? That was new? He had forgiven him so quickly he guessed as he shrugged his shoulders continuing to speak out. "I saw the <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : conversation you had with the red headed dragon then saw the white haired man trying to follow you and stopped by the guards, when you disappeared I was worried for your safety m'lady.." He explained as he bowed his head and spoke out. " Now that I know you are alright I shall take my sister away from my fathers hands so you may have a chance<c>
Drumain_Mccall : The flames hardly had any effect on him since fire was his main ability it was actually the warmest he had felt in a long time. He stepped back from her smiling and said "Never knew your power was conjured through sexual arousal did you?" he said with a laugh. "The more you practice with it the more you learn how to conjure it and also>>c
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : to dance with him.." He explained as he nodded to Damien and turned on his heels back into the ball room and tapped his fathers shoulder. "You mind me cutting in?" He said with a grin as he held out his hand for his sister to take. <e>
Drumain_Mccall : learn not to burn your lovers up in bed as well." he continued with a slight chuckle. Biting his lip nervously not meaning to let that part slip out.>>f
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : blinks and looks to his son only to let him take a twirling with Gisselle. "By all means.. go for it." he smiled as he kissed her forehead then went to go get something to drink from the bar. He glanced around as he wondered if Nim was back or not yet. He would love to take her around the dance floor as well. His long coat opened up just to have a
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : bit more... comfort this eve.~
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : ~She would just stand there burning a she looked at him. Her clothes were not burning at the moment but she would look at him "How did you know?" she asked and just shook her head quickly sending trails of fire to flicker off making small trails in the air before burning away. "I didn't know. I have never done this before." even though it wasn't >>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena smiled at Tylan speaking out. "thank you for your concern, I will be there with your father shortly. " She explained then looked to Damien speaking out. Thank you for a wonderuful evening, I best go find Lucien so he doesn't worry.." she explained as she gave her brother a peck on the cheek and she exited the hall and back into the <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : ball room where she found Lucien at the bar and Tylan now dancing with Gisselle who seemed to be having fun, there were other nobles attempting to cut in but it seemed they did not wish to interrupt the Darastrix men. She chuckled at the thought and walked over to Lucien who was at the bar and bowed her head to him gently speaking in soft tones.<c
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : "Evening my love....I hope you enjoyed yourself on the dance floor, you twirled her so lovely.." She said reaching out her hand to grasp his empty one squeezing it gently. Her big silver eyes sparkling at him as she awaited his response.<E>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : what she was trying for, she had created fire. She grinned and looked to him and would smile. "Now that she had the fire she would hold her arms out and the fire gathers separating into her hands and would spin her hands through the air letting the fire trail and dance through the air before extinguishing her flames. Grinnimg she lept into him >>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : hugging him "thank you!" ~
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : he turned his head as soon as she would begin to speak and he smiled while leaning backwards against the bar with his elbows upon the counter and a drink in one hand and suddenly her hand in his empty one. Looking to his left with his thumb running along her soft silken flesh and then looking up at her with those pale crystal blues. "So... I hope
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : that your... get away has done you some good?" he would ask with a slight strained tone of voice but there was a smile upon his tanned lips even still. "Ah... she is such a beautiful ballarina upon the dance floor indeed and I am sure she is going to break a lot of hearts this and every eve we have some kind of ball." he smirked as he could see
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : that indeed there were a few young noblemen eyeing his daughter and his son but more glaring at his son then eye candying his daughter. He smirked and shook his head only to turn fully towards her while putting his drink down... "care for a dance?" asking of her lightly~
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ concentrated once more, his outward energy this time focused onto the scarlet eyed female from the hallway, as well as the forge meeting, a brief sucking sound heard by those close enough to hear it, an inward vortex of violet, black, and silver hues now taking his body from sight, the raven haired youth now stepping out of the vortex, his eyes now settling on the woman kneeling near the bench. "A woman should never be on their knees, unless they are involved with the holy element." He chuckled, his c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ lips now curving upward, into a playful smirk. "What's on your mind, little one?" He inquired, the man now stepping up to her, to seat his self on the bench near her, patting the other end, so she could take the spot, rather than stay there on the cold stone. "I know I might not be the best at talking, but you'll find none that even hold a candle to me, if I listen to my surroundings close enough." He admitted, taking this opportunity to silence his self, awaiting for if the lady would trust him enough.
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : "I would be honored my love.." She said as she walked with him to the dance floor, pretty sure he was going to give her a twirl as well as she placed a hand on his shoulder and kept her other hand in his hand allowing him to lead her around speaking softly. "My get away was necessary my love, I did not want to interrupt your dance with <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Gisselle and Fox's presence disturbs me, when he is here he is up to no good, like Sam I can feel the plotting.." NOt to mention other things at the moment that she didn't want to upset him with, she just leaned her head against his chest as he was leading her around smiling warmly. "I love you so much. " She said in soft tones, he felt so <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : warm and inviting, it was nice to be in his arms again. She didn't want to leave them. <e>
Drumain_Mccall : He was suprised when she leapt into him hugging him as she thanked him for helping her conjure her powers. He looked into her eyes as after she hugged him. In what seemed an awkward silent moment it seemed. He felt an urge and leaned in kissing her wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close and if>>c
Drumain_Mccall : she allowed him, he would kiss her intimately...Pulling away and blushing he would look down to the ground clearing his throat. "Sorry...I..umm..I must still..umm..." he couldn't find his words or even think of a decent excuse even if it was going to be a lir to come up with.>>f
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ concentrated once more, his outward energy this time focused onto the scarlet eyed female from the hallway, as well as the forge meeting, a brief sucking sound heard by those close enough to hear it, an inward vortex of violet, black, and silver hues now taking his body from sight, the raven haired youth now stepping out of the vortex, his eyes now settling on the woman kneeling near the bench. "A woman should never be on their knees, unless they are involved with the holy element." He chuckled, his c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ lips now curving upward, into a playful smirk. "What's on your mind, little one?" He inquired, the man now stepping up to her, to seat his self on the bench near her, patting the other end, so she could take the spot, rather than stay there on the cold stone. "I know I might not be the best at talking, but you'll find none that even hold a candle to me, if I listen to my surroundings close enough." He admitted, taking this opportunity to silence his self, awaiting for if the lady would trust him enough.
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : ~She was was caught off guard by the kiss but returned the favore placing her hands upon his shoulders to brace herself. When he pulled away she took a step back and blushed some as she looked down "Its alright, Just caught me by surprise" she chuckles some and then would reach up and ran her fingers throguh the ends of her hair. "Thank you again>>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : for helping me. I guess I will keep practicing" she smiled at him now~
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : She jumped hearing a voice behind her and stood spinning and drawing a short sword as she faced the direction of the voice. She saw that it was the man from the hallway once more and narrowed her eyes as she looked to him "It's none of your concern." She said but then let out a sigh and sheathed her weapon and moved to sit ack down on the bench -c-
Drumain_Mccall : He took a step closer to her. "So..." he paused "What should we do now?" He didn't know what to do. His heart always played tricks on him. He still had feelings for Nimena but it had turned into a black void. But then this woman steps into his life out of nowhere almost instantly filling that void. Was it them having something in >>c
Drumain_Mccall : common with their abilities? Or was it some actual attraction that just happened? Only time would tell. And sometimes as slow as time would go..Time was justa bitch and so was love.>>f
·Izzy· : -Since Nimena's initial disappearance, Izzy had been 'different' somehow. Like her inability to get to track the woman down was wearing on her. And since Izzy's returning in the middle of the night a few days previous after she'd upped and left without a word, Izzy had been conspicuously heavily avoidant of just about everybody and everything. c>
·Izzy· : For somebody who liked making a noise and causing chaos, the blue-haired little freak of nature could be amazingly quiet when she wanted to. Almost unnervingly so. Right now, she was in her room with a small inferno in the fireplace, sat cross-legged on the floor, using a file more intended for a blacksmith's work than a person on her nails. Or, c>
·Izzy· : as they had been before she started this little endeavour, more like talons. Her gloves were on her bed, and the room was starting to collect quite the little bundle of books, scrolls, tools and relics. The elf woman was back, but try as she might, Izzy hadn't gotten around to talking with her. Still, at least the draconic little bundle of c>
·Izzy· : trouble wasn't covered in blood or anything else from her last hunt now. She was unaware of the current trouble. This was what she had meant when she first met Nimena. At times, she struggled with the whole...people thing. Ah well. She was trying!-
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ found his self returning back to the realm of Eladrin, the darkness once more at his post, just near the forge, where he picked up the hammer, and set his usual sheep skin cloth over the anvil. This would both deafen the sound of it, as well as help keep the anvil intact, should he miss his strikes. Violet eyes stared at the hammer in his left hand, before he thought of something new he could make, and quickly set to work, the man now setting out a rather ornate looking set of plate mail, its various c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ structure weaknesses enhanced with darksteel and amethysts, to not only strengthen the item, but also create less weight for those wearing it, the plate already made of Elven steel, enchanted to keep its weight below thirty pounds. Humming to his self as he worked, he could see the guards on their usual patrol of the grounds, the hammer ringing out against this new item, as a sign their blacksmith had returned to the lands, and had brought back a few things with him, while he was doing his business.
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : It was the day of the coronation and Gisselle awoke dizzy and confused. The maids had given her a sedative last night after she was sent the severed head of Sivella and had nightmares in the middle of the night. One of the female maids had laid down with her and started to hug her and comfort her so she could sleep. When she stirred the maid <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : got up and told her it was time. The staff in the castle was preparing the throne room and the ball room sad that Sarkas had not returned and felt bad for the female that had to do her duties so early. She got up and got undressed in the washroom as some maids were pulling out her gown. It was a very intricate white and gold gown with long <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : sleeves and a very long train. She looked at it, this coronation gown was made for her a few years ago when it became her time. Her mother had designed it to be sweet and elegant. She looked at it crying a moment not wanting to wear it. She calmed herself as she stood on the podium built in her room where they were drying her off and getting<c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : her ready sliding the gown on her after placing on her corset and undergarments. Someone had squished the berries before sliding on the gown and using some of it to paint her lips and left her hair down and curly. She was an elegant sight to see. The maids however thought she would look better in silver, so the called in a fae woman to use her<c
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : glamor magic on the princess. The woman came in fluttering her wings and looked to the princess giggling. "So today's the day huh...long live the queen.." She said chuckling and spoke out. "Ahh yes I can do much better.." The fae woman said and waved her hands over the princess. There were lights going all around her and the gold parts on<c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : her gown were turning into a sparkling silver. Silvery flowers were adorned down her hair from the left side going in waves through her curls, dainty and elegant. The lips were a bit more red and the eyes looked elegantly painted. She was a beauty queen, one of the prettiest they had in Eladrin. She didn't feel that way though, she felt like<c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : she was betraying Sarkas. She could feel he was alive. and she stood in her room waiting for a knight to come knock on her door when it was time to be escorted to the throne room. There was to be a big celebration tonight but she wasn't in the mood for celebration. "Leave me please..." She asked them all, they kind of gave her sad face and <C>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : left her chambers, even her shoes went from gold to silver, silver seemed to be much more striking on the woman. She had lost so much and felt lost herself. Everyone she knew in the deep past was gone.. What was going to happen to the future? She stepped down from the podium and walked over to her table inside her chambers and sat down having<c
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : a cup of tea looking at the sedatives left in her room debating if she should put herself to sleep to stop this coronation and to stop herself from betraying Sarkas. <e>
·Izzy· : -Finally done with the minor issue of dealing with the monsters that were her claw-like nails, Izzy threw the large file onto the bed, that had long since become more of a kind of flat storage trunk, no doubt much to the irritation of any of the castle staff who ever dared set foot in the miniature lair in the vain hope of cleaning or something. c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/Xx_Rosalyn_xX/Gowns/Luxury-Long-Sleeve-White-font-b-Gold-b-font-font-b-Wedding-b-font-font-b_zpssevsuavv.jpg <-- front of Gisselles gown i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/Xx_Rosalyn_xX/Gowns/HTB1xrt9IFXXXXaMaXXXq6xXFXXXZ_zpsv65evcbu.jpg <-- Back of Gisselles gown }}
·Izzy· : Izzy preferred sleeping on the floor. Besides, she liked having her stuff easily to hand. It wasn't like it was a messy pile. It was rather neatly laid out, all considered. Moving to pick up her black fingerless gloves, she paused for a moment or two, looking over the new coat she'd had made shortly before Nimena had initially disappeared. What c>
·Izzy· : the hell. She'd come back. New era? New Izzy. May as well make a bit of a show of it, right? Before long, she was in the gear that had her looking like less of a thief and more of a highly trained...Something. Over the high-necked and sleeveless black heavy material of her top was a long black, sleeveless coat with gold Draconic sigils stitched c>
·Izzy· : right the way around the edge, looking like little more than a thin goldish hem unless somebody looked very closely. Black leather covered her legs, tucked into stereotypically heavy boots, each silvered buckle made of small Triskelion sigils. And her gloves? Well, long fingerless gloves as ever, with nothing really special about them. Izzy was c>
·Izzy· : used to the simplicity. Still, at least these ones weren't tattered and ripped like her usual ones. It was only when she stepped out of her room and looked about at the activity of castle staff and others bombing around that she felt like she may not have been entirely overdressed. She decided, like nothing was different to any other day, to go c>
·Izzy· : and ask the person whom she'd come to rely on for information on what was going on. Assuming guards didn't decide to stop her or something, before long she'd be knocking on the door of Gisselle's chambers, silver eyes watching everything and trying to figure out precisely what was out of place and why the energy about the place felt off. Dressed c>
·Izzy· : like this, Izzy seemed to take on another side of her usual projected persona. She looked and carried herself, while not exactly military, there was something almost noble or office-like about her. She looked like...Well, like a leader of sorts! ...Scary thought, that. Scarier still? It seemed to fit her perfectly. Blue hair and all.-
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ tilted his head at this moment, when a member of the knights stepped up to the forge, the darkness now setting down his hammer, and his work, so that he could properly address the lady with a nod. "My lord." She began, taking off her helm, as per respect of the smith, though he merely raised abrow when she stepped closer. "While I welcome your return, I must regretfully inform you, that his majesty never returned, so it is up to the young highness to take the throne." Hearing the news, he dropped c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ his hammer onto the trough, the rest of his projects now being sent in all directions, as the lady escorted him up to the castle. "I would suggest sire, to at least make yourself presentable to the young majesty." She playfully remarked, holding up the man's left hand, its fingertips now coated with a thin layer of soot, and ash. "Here I was, thinking to greet her in my underpants." He remarked back, the lady seeming to think he was serious, and put her hands up to her mouth. "My lord, you will march c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ directly into the castle, where I will find you something suitable for this event myself." She scolded, the darkness not even getting a chance to speak that this was a mis-understanding. "I will not have you causing a scene for this event, and if that means I am to personally clothe you, than that is what I shall do." Heaving a sigh, the man now followed her lead, the servants shaking their heads, one of them speaking up. "Lady Zerina, what seems to be the trouble with him?" He inquired the lady knight.
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : Gisselle had taken the herbal sedatives and just dumped them in her teapot. She didn't really know you only needed a little bit, the servant had left the herbs in her chambers. She dumped out her tea cup and replaced it with fresh tea after the herbs soaked for a couple of minutes careful not to spill on her gown. She heard a knock on her door<c
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : when she was getting ready to take a sip. Her heart raced a moment as she set the tea cup down, she was very shakey. She looked to the door, whoever was behind it she feared that her father may have been watching and knocking on her door to stop her. She got up and walked over to the door slowly opening it to see Izzy. "Ohh..its...just you...<c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : Izzy come in.." She said softly as she opened the door wider for her and lifted the front of the gown to walk back over to the table and set down in front of her tea cup looking at it with a heavy sigh. As she took a small sip not saying anything yet about the sedative as she waited for the woman to enter not knowing if her nose worked for <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : catching herbal sedatives but didn't care at this point as she took a longer sip again before setting her cup down. It was bitter, but she didn't want to go through with tonight. <e>
·Izzy· : -Izzy smiled at the response, her head canting to one shoulder. "Just me. I'm not sure whether to be insulted or honoured." Obviously, she was joking. She was, however, immediately aware both of the smell of the sedative and of the clothing the princess was wearing. "...Big party going on?" One fingerless gloved hand moved back to push the door c>
·Izzy· : closed behind her, movements fluid and ever so slightly predatory as ever. "You look good. Like a real princess!" There was a moment's pause. "...I still prefer your training gear." She followed, sitting down opposite Gisselle and letting one hand flatten in front of her. Towards the table, the smell was stronger, causing Izzy's eyebrows to c>
·Izzy· : raise slightly before glancing to the cup. She was, after all, an expert huntress and a damn good tracker. "...That smells...Strong. Like, 'knock out a small army if they drink very much' strong. Stressful day?" There was another pause, her non-flat hand moving to push a loose strand of dyed blue hair from her face. "What's going on out there, c>
·Izzy· : anyway? It's manic. Honestly, I go all...Moody for a couple of days and everything's gone mad." She said 'days'. She didn't know how long it'd been. Izzy didn't really pay attention to time. She'd spend weeks in chase of a target if need be.-
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ squirmed a little, and fidgeted on the podium, once they got to one of the dressing rooms in the castle, the servant having been quickly subdued, by Zerina's rather blunt truth, the darkness, once more at a lack of words until now. "Is this really necessary?" He inquired sternly, the lady knight now lacing up his black, thigh high combat boots, and tucking his silken trousers into them. "It is, if you don't want to make a scene, sire." She informed him, the man now heaving a sigh, spreading his arms c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ out to the side, so that she could now attach his black, and gold leather belt, as well as his cotton black shirt, and his black, and violet satin vest. He casually tugged at the collar of it, but Zerina quickly swatted his hand. "I feel ridiculous in this." He admitted, the lady knight now standing on the toes of her boots, so that she could reach the man's neck, attaching the dark, violet cravat, its center holding a single gem of swirling hues. "Now, you look prepared for a celebration." She spoke c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ with a pleased smile, pushing a few strands out of his face. "I would almost swear you were a part of the royalty around here." She praised, leaving the room, to return to her duties. As she was leaving though, he could feel something very wrong in the direction of Giselle's room, the man now making his way there, his boots clicking slightly on the floor of the hallway. Reaching the princess' room now, he pushed open the door a little more, to reveal his self. "Is everything okay in here?" He inquired.
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : By the time Damien got to the room she already had taken quite a few sips from her cup listening to Izzy asking what was going on. She closed her eyes a moment standing with a heavy sigh speaking out. "King Sarkas never returned, they presume him dead like King William, I am the last heir so they are forcing me to ascend the throne this <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : evening and by the end of winter I am forced to find a husband." She explained. She was already starting to feel some of the effects. It was stronger then intended, she didn't know you just needed a little bit. She looked over to Damien walking into the bedroom and the spinning around made it a little worse. "Everything....is...fine...Dami"<c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : She didn't get to finish the sentence, her eyes rolled in the back of her head and the dressed up princess was on her way to the ground. <E>
·Izzy· : -Listening to the story, Izzy sighed, her expression deeply...Wait. There was emotion on it. A sense of sorrow and of understanding. Not just 'My condolences' understanding, but something far, far deeper. Eventually, she spoke, her voice alarmingly soft and sad for her. "...When I was younger, I didn't think I'd be able to do it. I mean, the c>
·Izzy· : circumstances were different, but the trepidation seems the same. I didn't want to feel like I was betraying my father's-" She paused a moment before the door moved. She was telling Gisselle about her own nature. Something generally held very close and secret to her. It wasn't a story for anybody else to hear. When the head appeared a few c>
·Izzy· : moments later followed by the rest of Damien stepping around, Izzy glanced up, albeit after sniffing the air around the teapot and blinking a couple of times. God, it was strong. When Gissy got up to start to move, Izzy saw the telltale swaying, following as if expecting what happened next. The mass of pale skin, blue hair and black clothing c>
·Izzy· : moved rapidly in an attempt to catch Gisselle before she dropped entirely, though whether or not she succeeded? That was anyone's guess. "...Bloody lightweight elves..." was muttered under her breath as she did. Izzy liked elves, but she couldn't help but find herself joking about them frequently. In good nature, of course.-
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ had also taken an opportunity to try and catch her, but when he saw that Izzy was quicker to react, he left her to deal with the now passed out princess, his own laughter escaping his lips as she spoke her comment. "I know, right?" He remarked, though, when he got closer to the pot of tea, he could smell its strength as well, the man now taking the lid off, before he held up his right hand, his index finger the only one used, as he dipped it into the drink, the man now bobbing his head as he tasted c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ its contents, the man now pouring his self a small amount, so as to better ensure what the source of this strange behavior was. "It looks like someone tried to stop this ceremony, before it even begins." He informed the other woman, the smith now continuing on with his thoughts. "Along with the ginger, I can taste rose hips, chamomile, lavender, and a few sprigs of mint." He spoke between his drinking. "Each of those is an ingredient used in many sleeping potions, as well as dream poisons." He informed.
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena had awakened to see Lucien had left her bed chambers already. She frowned, she was a bit disheveled, her gown for this evening already brought in, it was red and gold, Lucien liked seeing her in red. It was gorgeous and grandious. She sighed lightly getting up to look at it dressed in her night clothes as a maid came bustling through <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : her chamber door, she grabbed her staff immediately. "What is the meaning of this?" The maid bowed her head catching her breath as she spoke out. "Its..her highness...or majesty...she....she passed out in her bed chambers....someone left the sedatives in her chambers." Nimena was infuriated. "Move out of the way.." She explained. Gisselle<c
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : was trying to stop the coronation. She couldn't allow that, as much as she didn't want to put the child through this she knew there was no other choice, there was no other heir to the throne. She ran quickly to Gisselle's chambers with staff in hand and already saw Izzy and Damien on the scene. Nimena was not appropriately dressed yet and her<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : night gown left little to the imagination, she didn't have time to grab a cloak or a robe. She walked over and knelt down to the princess and sighed lightly smelling the sedatives herself. "She overdosed herself...foolish girl.." She said as she smiled to Izzy and lifted Gisselle into her arms placing the woman in hall her pounds of garment <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : onto her bed. She sat beside the unconscious elven woman and placed a hand over the girls heart closing her eyes and chanting. She was drawing out the sedative from Gisselle into her own body which Nimena would be able to handle in her current state, would be dizzy on occasion, but she wouldn't be swaying or passing out. After she took all the<c
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : toxin into her body she released the princess looking over to Izzy. "Dump out that tea pot and check everything that is brought into her, she is not allowed to have any type of sedative around her....she is to be watched at all times..." She said as she looked to Damien for answers on what to do with this child waiting for her to awaken..<e>
·Izzy· : -Managing to catch the elf, though only barely (she'd had to avoid the giant lake of gown, after all, and wasn't willing to risk the potential fallout from somebody or another if she damaged it, it looked important) Izzy was already making lifting the girl up and letting Nimena take her. "...Got it." She got to work on taking the teapot and c>
·Izzy· : doing as asked, glancing over her shoulder and adding "...It's good to see you again, by the way. I'm...Sorry." Well, she DID tell herself she'd apologise for not coming after Nimena the first time she saw the the white haired woman. She'd spent a lot of time and effort digging, but with what she had found about the place she was being held, c>
·Izzy· : and its inhabitants? Well, Nimena knew better than anyone else here that she couldn't have come looking. The one kind of place Izzy simply couldn't go due to what she was. She had, however, been tirelessly searching for a way to sidestep that problem, and discovered much in the process, but that would take time to come to terms with. Making some c>
·Izzy· : sedative-less tea with the opportunity, with a distinctively 'Izzy' kick to it (Whaever it was made of tasted mildly of some kind of spice, had a somewhat warming effect and quite possibly contained either chilli or fire), Izzy poured some for herself, putting the pot back down with a glance around that said 'help yourself if you want'. "Do you c>
·Izzy· : really think she'd send for somebody to bring her something else spiked?" There was a moment or two of pause as she thought about that. "...I'm training her and she's a good study. Forget I asked. Stupid question."-
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ frowned, as this was so soon before the coronation, and this meant the longer he had to wear his suit. Neither were very good things, as far as he was concerned. When his sister's attention fell onto him, there was only one option for her, but he wasn't sure if she would be ready to use her new gift yet. "There is a way to awaken others, after they have been put to sleep, but don't worry." He assured the light. "If she is required to stay awake, than just set the wings of your gift on either side of c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ her chest, where her heart would be, and repeat after me." He instructed, the man now awaiting for if she would follow his directions. If she did, he would then speak the following statement in a hushed whisper to the woman. "May the light, and warmth of the stars fill you with health." If she did not though, he would assure the light once more. "She will not be harmed, if you do this, and will return to her more natural rest cycles." He informed them both. "It will be as though she'd never taken it."
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : Nimena listened to Blackheart and reapeated his words while Izzy was getting rid of the crap telling Izzy she had nothing to be sorry for before casting the spell he was asking Nim to place upon the princess. It wasn't long before Gisselle started to come too seeing Damien, Izzy and a very provacative Nim in her chambers. She blinked sitting <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : upright on her bed, even through that not a hair out of place or a wrinkle in her gown as she looked to them and looked away speaking in soft tones. "You should have left me down....how could you all force me to go through this and betray Sarkas, my mother sees me as a betrayer.....this proves her point.." She explained wanting to just break <C>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : down and cry right there, she could see the guards hovering around the halls keeping all away from the princesses chambers at the moment as the maids entered standing in a line dressed in their finest awaiting orders. <e>
·Izzy· : -Izzy put down her cup of the drink that, contrary to Gisselle's little sleepy-time drink, smelled like it could single-handedly fight off winter and night at once, walking closer to the girl. She wasn't the trainer right now. She wasn't the huntress. She wasn't the snarky little blue-haired brat, but somebody else entirely. That same Izzy who c>
·Izzy· : was talking with the princess before this all happened. There was a sense of nobility that Izzy usually tried to keep hidden to it, but when it surfaced, it typically had good reason to. "Dropping to kneel so she was eye level with Gisselle, should she turn around to face her. "You're not betraying anybody. You're performing a vital role to keep c>
·Izzy· : all of -those- people safe and give them stability." She motioned towards the door as she spoke with one gloved hand. "Should Sarkas return, you can hand things back to him. If the worst -has- happened? Then you'll have only done what he always taught you to." She glanced one way, then the other, lowing her voice slightly. "As for the 'other' c>
·Izzy· : thing?" She was referring to her previous mention of needing to marry. "...Monarchs usually have a special talent for delaying or altering whatever is needed. Nobody will force you to do anything." Clearing her throat, she stood up again, glancing towards Nimena and Damien before looking back. "Besides, you won't be going it alone. I think I c>
·Izzy· : speak for everybody in this room when I say we've got your back. No matter what." Acting like some kind of big sister or something came from nowhere and seemed to surprise even her, but hey. It was all sincere, and proof that somewhere under the layers of distancing, violence and profanity there WAS a heart within Izzy! ...Even if it was on fire c>
·Izzy· : and drowning in rum half the time.-
·Izzy· : <.< On that note? Poor Izzy. "Rum is awesome, but do you have ANY IDEA how hard it is to get drunk when you're something like me?! You're all bastards
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ merely tilted his head, when the princess inquired about her current situation, but he reasoned with an idea of his own. "Why does it have to be Gisselle who takes on the responsibilities anyway?" He inquired, before suggesting a plan of his own. "After all, we know that Lucien is her father, and since he is not only a full Elven, but also father to the princess, could we not make it a little more official, as it were?" He was known for giving sound advice at times, but whether this was or not, was c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ not his call to make. "Perhaps this way, she will have a better chance, since under the rule of the queen, she didn't exactly have much of a childhood." He admitted. "Lucien, is a pure blood Elven, and he is also more skilled in how the world works than Gisselle is currently." He informed the ladies. "Not only will I feel she will learn how to rule from him, but she will also have a father she can be proud of, seeing as Sarkas isn't even around to see his daughter grow up, and become queen." He advised.
Shaylan : The peristant thud of a boot coming up the coblestoon path along with the clacking of a horses feet in toe. The Young half elf blonde haired man came into view to the caslte main gates. Having recieved a invitation via the family grape vine, He was ordered by his father to attend this formal coronation of his distant cousin Gisselle. He was clad <C
Shaylan : in his fathers golden armor. The small tipped ears gave way to the idea of his half blood linage, though one of the ear tips was peirced with a silver tube like peircing that had a gold emblem that was that of the Ronorian family crest within it. He had sighed such a long ride for this trivial event in his mind, yet another royal party and event <c
Shaylan : his father had pushed upon him. He came to a stop to the guardsman moving to hold out a scroll of Linage and invitation to the coronation. " I am Shaylan Kaar, Son of Jaylan Rhuivir. Distant cousin of Ye Highness Gisselle" He declared. He awaited to be cleared, he wasnt sure if they'd take his weapons, even though this was a formal thing he <c
Shaylan : never left without most of his weapons. He moved to look about wile he awaited unknowing of their procedures but figured some form of authority had to be informed of his arrival, Wile he awaited his light hazel orbs scanned the area around. It was a nice place for a castle and such but he prefered the woods and the open world, not be locked away <C
Shaylan : behind walls. <D>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena shook her head to Damien speaking out. "He is exactly that a blood elf, not of high elven decent, like us he can guide her but he could not ascend. It is our job to help her ascend she is going to have to in the future, not to mention unfortunately he is the paternal father, but the court will not allow that because he is not of <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Xenoscient or Ronorian decent." She explained with a heavy sigh as she knew one day Sarkas would return, he wasn't dead as she looked to Gisselle. "Don't worry dear, this is temporary.." Said standing and smiling to Damien then looking down and realized she was barely wearing anything turning red in the cheeks speaking out. " I will see you <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : all this evening.." She said as she took off with her staff out of the chambers to go get dressed and ready for this evening. Meanwhile the guards allowed Shaylan entry into the castle raising a brow when he had the Ronorian symbol on his garments. Even so he would be lead into them main hall where they were awaiting Nimena to come out and <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : conduct the ceremony for this evening. <e>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : She saw Nimena took off and she stood up out of her bed in all her fanciness and looked to Damien and Izzy realizing they both had valid points, she was ready to put her real father up there immediately till Nim explained why he couldn't. She let out a heavy sigh as she looked to Damien and Izzy. Her father was not here and she knew he was <C.
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : probably to escort Nimena downstairs as she looked over to Damien. "If I am not imposing....could you please walk me down there tonight...I have a feeling this is going to be a bad night.." She explained to Damien, Damien had not heard of the beheading last night and it was not something she could handle talking about. Her ladies maids came up<c
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : behind her lifting the trian of her robes as she held out her arm for Damien to take ready to get this thing over with and head downstairs knowing people were waiting. <e>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ indeed felt the pride of the young lady fill her, as he spoke his plan, though when his sister mentioned that he was not of the proper decent, he was about to speak, but stopped his self. He knew that he would likely get his self into more trouble than it was worth, but he would wait until the both ladies were out of the room, once more letting his violet gaze settle on the princess. "I have yet to understand this whole royalty thing here, as it seems this realm does not yet know the leadership, and c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ even talents those of other races possess." He chuckled a little bit. "Perhaps we should let your father be the first in power, who isn't of high Elven descent." He advised with a sly smirk. "If there's a war because of that act, or if there are those who disagree, it would be they who are the guilty." He assured her, though, as he walked her down, he would continue on with his thoughts. "They believe not in the acts performed, or the words one speaks, but rather their blood to determine what's right."
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : Gisselle nodded to Damien at his words as she linked arms with him and allowed him to escort her downstairs thinking a moment on everything they had said as she thought smiling warmly. "Aye what you say is true, also what Nim said is true, but there is a such thing as loop holes my friend.." She said swallowing hard as they started down the <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : stairs, her maids carrying her train as she spoke out. "They said he couldn't be king, no one said I could not appoint a steward.." She explained looking up at Damien as they decended down the stairs with him, this would make Lucien in charge of all royal affairs while Gisselle was merely the face and the crown bearer until Sarkas returned. <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : that way everything would not be left to her and she wouldn't screw up as she waited for Damien's thoughts on the subject at hand. <e>
Shaylan : He had entered with permission of the guards, and even shown to the stables for his horse. After some time he was then brought to the main room to wich would gather many other folks, he adjusted himself a few times feeling foolish in this nice attire and armor. Several people nodded to him and noted his crest on the earing though most seemed to <c
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ felt a second smirk trace across his features, as they spoke, the man's eyes now igniting with a rather child like mischief. "What my sister speaks may be truth, but I still suggest that we push this realm forward in its thinking." He admitted. "If we are going to be your people, than there needs to be more open minds, as well as open hearts." He reminded, though when he heard of her own plan, he immediately widened his eyes. "Your father would be in secret rule, while you are the queen. I like this."
Shaylan : have noticed his lack of pointy ear'ness and shy'd from him. He couldnt remember if he had even met the woman he was hear to congradulate but regardless he was present. He had found himself hiding in what ever nook or cranny he could find himself in as he on looked the crowds and faces. At least he'd be free to go off on his own for a wile after <C
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena got dressed and ready in her formal gown ready to coronate a princess from a queen as she now decended down the stairs into the throne room. She had not seen Lucien yet, probably getting ready in his own chambers. She sighed heavilly as she picked up the coronation crown and scepter and carried them into the throne room. Nimena had <c>
Shaylan : this event and not be bothered. <d>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : so far preformed every marriage and ceremony in Eladrin the last two hundred years and she wasn't happy about this ceremony but because of parliament she had little choice. Stepping up by the throne people parted allowing her access to the throne in her red and gold gown as she stood there her wings hidden as her silvery eyes looked out waiting<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : for the princess to enter the throne room. <e>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : i12.photobucket.com/albums/a202/Xx_Rosalyn_xX/Gowns/3986234962_401becc2a2_m_zps2fb6bf17.jpg <-- Nims gown}}
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : She nodded her head and glad at least one of the Royal Advisors agreed with her taking a deep breath as she entered the throne room. There were so many people there, but she had not seen her father or Tylan yet but all of parliament and those important nobles were there as they saw her dressed in her finery admiring her form. Most of the noble<c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : males were there looking at her and and mostly smiling at her waiting for their chance to dance with her later and maybe wooing her later on for the crown. It was a game for the nobles to get ahead especially with someone like Gisselle on their arm. She walked up to the throne and the maids assisted with her train as she turned to face the <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : the people in front of the throne not seating herself down yet and waiting for instruction. <e>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : Tylan had a very long night last night that lasted all night so he had slept in. He had this afternoon purchased a gown for his new mate and got himself a formal outfit for his sisters coronation, He had gotten himself cleaned up and dressed in a black outfit for this evening but made sure the formal outfit was loose enough to hide his daggers <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : in just in case there was any danger this evening from potential foes after to assassinate his sister especially after last night. He was on the lookout for anyone who seemed suspicious as he entered the throne room seeing that the coronation was about to start as he stood in the crowd near the throne in case he needed to get to her quickly <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : watching the going ons of the throne room and waiting to see if Samarah would show up. <E>
Ғ··Ғọُ : [ So they had lost his invitation in the mail. Fox tugged the much nicer dark jacket tighter. He did not wear his usual hat, instead braiding and tying his hair back behind his head. The dark longcoat was accented in white, with the sword strapped to his waist...hanging off his left hip. [c]
Ғ··Ғọُ : [ The boots he wore were of course black with white trim. Yet the pants were plain black. Lifting those red eyes he looked around for a moment...then just took a quiet step off to the side. A faintly amused expression on his angular featured face. His hands hanging off of his belt. [d]
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : he would step within the room but he was not looking very happy at this time as he knew what his daughter tried to do and he would speak to her about it after all this bull shit had been dealt with. He would glance around and nods towards those he knew and or his family. his long coat was a silvery black coloring with black flames upon the back and
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : and sleeves of his long coat, a grey tunic to be seen underneath of the long coat while his mane was put into a long braid that started at the base of his neck and tied at the end by a black leather piece. He was also wearing black pants tucked into nearly knee high boots and black gloves that would cover his hands. He did not seem to have a weapon
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : upon his personage but then again he so did wish to have a paddle in his hand and paddle her little ass for her stunt earlier.~
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ released her arm as she drew near the throne, the man casually settling his self behind it, leaning over the chair with a rather serious expression, the man still dressed in his formal suit, though he ignored how ridiculous he felt for now, as there were more pressing matters to tend to. Seeing just about all of Eladrin had shown up for this occasion, he still felt a slight unease, and even more so, since what had taken place much earlier on, though he still kept his eyes out, for signs of trouble.
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena saw that Gisselle had arrived along with Lucien, Tylan, Izzy, Damien and others important for assistance this evening in case things went awry. She bowed her head to the people and walked around to Gisselle smiling to her and giving her a wink. Seeing Lucien's face towards his daughter she would eye him as if not tonight and it would be<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : dealt with later. She turned back to Gisselle placing the crown on her head speaking out softly so she and the others could hear giving her the oath. "Do you solemnly swear as you wear the crown of this lavish country that you will protect and serve the people, honor the code of parliament and be a fair and just ruler to the people of Eladrin <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : A firm and just hand to your enemies and a kind hand to thy neighbors for as long as you shall live under rule?" She asked and waited for Gisselle to say I do. When Gisselle spoke those words Nimena would nod and place the crown on her head handing her the gold scepter and taking her other hand to lead her sitting on the throne as she spoke out<c
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : to the nobles inside the room. "I present to you, Her Majesty, Gisselle Darastrix Ronorian Eldithas, Queen of Eladrin!" She shouted out and hearing the nobles clap and hollar at their new queen. <E>
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¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : Gisselle did what she was instructed to do and she was scared but she went through what she had to do and sat on the throne being introduced. She nodded and held her had up to calm everyone. It worked, she was not used to this level of power as she stood up setting the scepter down and speaking out. "I would like to my first order as your <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : Queen.." She said to mainly parliament as she folded her hands, this would possibly also delay her having to seek a husband as well so this was going to make everyone happy. "My real father...Lucien Darastrix is here, has been around this kingdom since Nimena's parents rule, protected her as he protects me. He is a hell of a soldier of Eladrin<c
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : and knows its politics more so then I. I request he be appointed as my stuart until such time as either Sarkas returns or he and the advisory panel deem it fit for me to rule either alone or with a competent husband.." She said so elegantly as she looked to parliament awaiting their approval or disapproval. She hoped and prayed they approved <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : as she stood there staring to them watching their movements as they spoke amongst themselves about her request. No ruler has requested a steward before so this was new to them. After a little while they stood and turned to face her as one spoke out. "Those in favor?" All of parliament said Aye, when asked for opposition there was none so the<c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : foreman nodded his head as Gisselle turned to her father waiting for him to come up and hoping he would accept or deny his position as her steward. <E>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ felt a smile now draw his features upward a little, as this meant that he could finally change out of this formal suit, and back into what he was more comfortable in, the smith now trying to pull off his pants in the middle of the ceremony. It was here, when one of the nobles turned to look at the man, assuming he was a member of the royal court, as he was stripping down his clothing in public, this shortly followed by a woman's shrill shriek. The woman soon fell limp in the arms of the noble, but by c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ this time, the man was nowhere to be seen, unless the members of the court were to check each dark corner for the man, who as luck would have it, was still fighting with his formal clothing, trying to get it off. Two more of the citizens would merely shake their heads, in disgust with such an act, but one young lady stepped forward, her head lowered. "If it means anything to you, your majesty, I had to spend at least a good five minutes with him, to get him properly dressed for this." Zerina told her.
Ғ··Ғọُ : [ He laughed. And he laughed. Damien was stripping down to his birthday suit. Fox turned to face the man...though he was some several feet away. Not that anyone would look but he made some vague hip movements...thrusting maybe. Then he turned back to watch the coronation. [d]
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : he was about to turn around after the coronation had come to pass only to see his daughter rise up and he could not help but be proud of her. His eyes widened though with the words she brought forth and blinked as he glanced around towards the Council as he kinda hoped that they were going to decline that positioning but then they actually accepted
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : it and he was like... he was not sure how to feel or even what to say for a few moments but then he shook his head to regain himself only to take a deep breath. With head held high and proud he would walk on over to where his daughter was standing only to stop at least two feet from her. Looking to her he would speak in a serious tone while trying
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : to ignore that of Damien and wait... Fox was there? He glanced over to the male and sighed only to then look back to his daughter once more. "I accept this challenge you have set before me, Queen Gisselle Darastrix and I will try my hardest not to let you or those of the lands down." He then knelt infront of her with head slightly lowered, bended
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : down onto one knee while the other knee supported his hands, one on top of the other.~
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Fox was there and why now? Something else she had to do? Tonight of all nights. She had slipped away from the throne area as Lucien and Gisselle were dealing with parliament, she had done her part of the ceremony as she moved through the crowd and walked over to Fox speaking in soft tones so only he could hear.. "What brings you hear on this <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : evening Fox? Have not relayed any messaged to me from Sam lately, you seem to be on your own agenda...I had noticed the last time you were here as well you were taking an interest in Lucien? May I ask what brings you here this evening?" She said as arms folded behind her as she stood before him in that elaborate red gown awaiting a response. <e>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : Tylan watched everything going on and shocked when she made their father Steward. He grinned, he supposed it was for the better, Gisselle was in no shape to rule alone and this would help her at least, and keep him closer to her. Gisselle would only now have to worry about sitting pretty and agreeing with her fathers decisions. She was the <c>
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₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : face as it should be. He had not seen his mate around yet but he was watching curiously as Nimena went to that Fox character, judging by her facial features she looked a little rattled. So he quietly planted himself not to close but not too far, not listening into the conversation just watching for the moment in case he was needed. Facial <C>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : expressions alone would tell him if he was needed or not. <e>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : She walked over to the knight and took his sword from his hip and walked over, the sword was extremely heavy so she had to use both hands to lift the sword. She would tap each side of Luciens shoulder before setting the sword on its tip and smiling warmly. "You may rise Sir Lucien Darastrix, Steward of Eladrin...." She said, she was still a <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : little shaky but relieved that she wouldn't be in this hot seat alone. <e>
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : he would indeed arise up from just, not only being knighted but also being given the Stewardship of the kingdom. He lowered his head towards his daughter the queen and winked at her only to then turn around to lift up her hand that held the sword with his own. He did this as soon as he stood next to her and there were the clappings and hootings and
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : hollarings of this arrangement. He then lowered his and his daughter's hand while taking the sword to hand it back to the knight she had borrowed it from and escorted her to the throne once more. He then stood next to her throne while glancing around the room and seeing that Nimena was speaking with Fox. His face was non expressive at this moment
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : for he was trying to remain... calmed and composed infront of the nobles.~
Ғ··Ғọُ : [ Why did people have to look at him? Fox raised a hand to rub the bridge of his nose. "I am here...because I want to be here. I've talked to Lucien...for personal reasons. Go...pry information from him.", He raised his red eyes to her and smiled. Frankly he wasn't...in the mood tonight for her inquisition. [c]
Ғ··Ғọُ : [ So he tilted his head..."It was a lovely ceremony by the way. I really do wish them all the best. I have a feeling this kingdom is going to need it.", Then Fox raised a hand to her to forestall any questions..."No I am not plotting. So please...can we drop the suspicious annoyances for one night?", [d]
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ finally managed to get his self out of those restraining clothes, though, judging by the reactions of a few of the people, his decision was not all that appreciated, the man now taking this time to once more blend in with the shadows, their inky shapes swirling about him. Violet blue eyes glanced about his form, as he was now being dressed by the souls he had collected on his travels. Starting with his feet, there were now a set of dark, violet laced sneakers, as on his legs, there were a pair of c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ grey woolen socks, as well as a pair of black cotton trousers, a violet leather belt, and platinum chain holding it to his form. His arms were now being covered by a single black glove, his left arm now shown with a set of barbed wire bracelets about his wrists. Covering his upper torso, there was a cotton, black, tank styled shirt, its emblem being an inverted, violet colored star. Satisfied with how the souls had dressed him up, he walked out of the corner, a few of the nobles now giving him odd looks
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : "As long as your not plotting I am completely fine." She said to Fox as she thought it was rude he raised a hand to her like that but let it go, she was not going to pick and choose her battles here. The last thing she wanted to see was Sam coming in and causing trouble because she caused a fight between she and Fox. She just walked away from <c
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : him and gathered her skirts. She wasn't in a celebraatory mood but she was here, it was a mixed bowl of emotions in this room tonight, all eyes were on Gisselle as they should be. Music started to play in the ball room as guests started to mingle in that direction. The ceremony was at least over, it was time for celebrations. Parliament was <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : already heading in that direction as she should too. She passed by Tylan and smiled at him speaking out. "I hope you were able to work things out with your lady friend Tylan...she seems lovely.." She said to Luciens son with a warm smile on her face watching his reaction to see how things went. <e>
Drumain_Mccall : He awoke in the Inn his eyes peeping open as he abruptly woke in mid purr. He decided to stay in the Inn as far as he knew he wasn't working for the kingdom anymore and apparently Nimena didn't want anything to do with him anymore either. Hell if he knew it just sure seemed that way. He had been taking a few>>c
Drumain_Mccall : freelance assassin contracts as he hung out in the tavern it was whiskey and rent money. Same thing he always did. He got dressed rather quickly in his mercenary attire (description in profile) He pulled his silver hair back into a pony tail his ash grey cat ears barely visible as if finding solace in the thick silver locks. His red cat eyes glanc
Drumain_Mccall : at the mirror and with a satisfied grunt he headed out. He decided it was time to get his job back and his love. He walked up the trail and to the gates and the guards still parted for him knowing who he was and knowing he was no threat. He walked into the castle and down the main halls his shoes echoing and the torches dancing>>c
Drumain_Mccall : with the shadows on the wall. He went to the main hall bar and thought he would wait there for someone familiar to pass through one person in particula being Nimena. He went to the bar and poured himself some whiskey in the main hall and sat there as if nothing had ever changed. Sipping the whiskey contently >>f
Ғ··Ғọُ : [ And she was gone. Fox raised his hand to rub the bridge of his nose. It was best to leave it alone. So he lounged there against that wall. Tonight was going to be a headache for him. He finally pushed off for the wall to walk to the bar. Fox saddled up to it, and ordered a glass of wine. [c]
Ғ··Ғọُ : [ Maybe he could work on his good cheer. Dealing with that woman was leaving a bad taste in his mouth. Perhaps that is why he kept spending his evenings at the Tavern. Fox finally got the wine and sipped at it, his frown worsening. [d]
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : She let her father raise her hand and do what needed to be done to make the crowd smile. She was glad he accepted it was a big weight lifted off her shoulders. She stood from the throne and the ladies maids had removed the robe and detached the long train on her gown leaving just the beautiful white and silver gown with a beautiful crown on <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : her head as she looked to her father smiling warmly. "Would you like to take me to the ball room and have the first dance father?" She asked softly looking up to him with those now bluish eyes of hers awaiting for him to take her arm and lead her into the ball room since the music was already playing. Gisselle didn't know fox but she knew <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : Drumain, and was surprised to see him here, she hadn't seen him in a while but didn't know the circumstances of his leaving, she was kind of left in the dark on that one. <e>
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : She was not too thrilled wearing the dress that had been left for her. She hadn't worn one in years. Atlast it was a longsleeve. She was able to hide a few blace strapped on ehr arms in sheaths that his under the sleeved. She also had a few on her calves. The time it took just to get into the dress was enough to tire her of wearing the dress. -c-
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : Too many layers and too much poof. The dress did however compliment her eyes matching their dark red coloring. She had always and only put her hair in a thick braid so that' what she did. It didn't really match the style but she had no idea how else to do hair or just doing hair in general. she noticed there were high heeled shoes to match and -c-
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : she just put her own flat slip on shoes. They were more comfortable and she could move better. she was wanderinf the halls trying to find Ty feeling completely out of place and stepped on the hem of her dress cauing her to stumble alittle. Cursing she gathered up the front and walkedin a huge bundle in the front like carrying a load of laundy -c-
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : only it was poof and layers of a dress. -d-
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : Tylan started to rub the back of his neck and chuckle with a blush when she asked her about Samarah. "I'd...say we made up just fine, everything is wonderful between us. You should go and have yourself a good time Nimena.." He explained the saw Samarah finally enter in the dress he bought her. He smiled and looked to Nimena. "Pardon me <c>
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : taking her hand he smiles to her and nods his head slightly. He would stiffen up though when he saw Drumain and even the hand he was holding onto of his daughter's would tighten up... greatly but he would nod his head towards the male as he then looked to his daughter once more and guided her towards the ball room. His hand to swiftly loosen up
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : around her hand only to swing her around as soon as they entered into the ball room and onto the dance floor with a few others there already.~
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : please m'lady, I will see you in the ball room.." He said as he walked over to Samarah and had a big grin on his face taking her hand making her let go of her gown straightening it out for her and giving her a spin before commenting. "I knew that red would compliment your eyes beautifully, as well as with the rest of you.." He said with a <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : wink and a kiss to her forehead as he put her arm in his speaking out. "You ready to head to the ballroom my dear?" He asked her, knowing he was probably going to have to guide her most of the night. <e>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ still couldn't help but feel like he was being watched, the smith now making his way through the room, and was about to leave, when he caught sight of a pale skinned woman, her crimson hues now standing out to him the most, as he recognized this one from their meeting at the forge. "Samarah, why in Ozzy's name are you wearing that?" He inquired, her first impression having him believe she wasn't the sort to be wearing gowns. "You look like you've been drinking quite a bit, when you walk in that thing."
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena nodded and smiled when he ran over to the woman, she could tell they were in love... or lust at the very least, at any case she was happy to see two young people happy. She saw Lucien walk with his daughter to the dance floor and smiled happily as he started to have the first dance with his daughter, like her father used to do with her, <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : ohh how she missed those days. She was getting ready to walk when she saw Drumian in the main hall heading straight for the bar. He wasn't suppose to be here not on this night, she had to remain calm and collected as she looked to the guards speaking out. "Keep him away from me this evening...I have too much to do tonight please.." The guards<c
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : nodded to her and kept watch in case he decided to head in her direction as she started to leave the main hall. <e>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : She felt her fathers hand tighten up around hers and it actually kind of hurt for a moment but she didn't make a sound, she knew from earlier that her father was upset with what she had done earlier and she didn't know if thats why he squeezed her hand, though he had never done anything like that before.. "Father....that hurts.." She said in <c.
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : whispered tones before he had spun her around on the floor. Her one hand was still in his hand while her other hand found itself upon his shoulder as they were doing the father daughter dance. She could see the look in his eyes and it was not a very good one as she raised an eyebrow. "Father.." She said in a whisper. "Could you tell me <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : please? What is happening, you look like you are about to rip mine or someone elses head off.." She explained quietly looking to him while he was leading her awaiting a response. <e>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : She had appraoched intot he castle with the information that Dru would be there. She enjoyed the fight nights and the drinks and wanted to try and talk to him again. Her flaming blue eyes glanced about as she approached the castle wearing a light blue peasant top that was off the shoulder and a lacey on the sleeves along with a floor length >>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : panel skirt that flashed alittle leg as she walked. Her hair was pulled hald back and down in soft waves that fell down her back. She saw what looked like a ceramony and frowned alittle hoping she wasnt interrupting but caught glimpse of silver haid disappearing into the bar. Smiling lightly she walked into bar and walked up tapping him once >>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : more on the shoulder "Hello again. " she said smiling as she placed her hands behind her back alittle ~
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : He had by now released her hand but only to the point that it would not harm her, any longer. "You ever do that little stunt again and I swear that I will turn you over my knee and spank that ass of yours till you can only sit on a cushion or not at all... got me?" he would have leaned his head to her right ear and whispered this. He then backed
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : his head up and smiled down to her only to kiss her forehead lightly "I am glad you finally took your responsibilities seriously my daughter for our family never backs down from such things but we embrace them instead." he looked to her with pride and love that a father only shows to his beloved young daughter.~
Drumain_Mccall : He saw Nimena heading off and thought to talk to her as soon as he took a few steps in his direction 2 guards stepped in front of him. m Guard#1: "Nimena has requested that you not be permitted to be near her tonight." He really didn't want to disrupt Giselle's happy day he was not one to do that just cause he left Nimena for certain reasons>>c
Drumain_Mccall : still didn't mean he made an enemy out of the kingdom. He nodded to the guards and gave a fake smile and said "Of course..Certainly. He walked back to the bar and telepathically siad to Nimena "Really? You're going to push me further away and not make amends and come back to me? FINE! Talk to me when you mature in another>>c
Drumain_Mccall : few hundred years." He let out a frustrated sigh and took a drink of whiskey from the glass he had left on the bar and asked the bartender for another as he felt a tap on his shoulder he turned around. "Oh!" he said suprised "Hey there. Stalking me are we?" he said teasingly.>>f
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena stopped in her tracks in the door way putting a hand to her head getting his message. He was not going to leave her be, she didn't want to face him tonight but it looked as though she wasn't going to have much choice in the matter. She turned to face Drumain in the doorway and saw that well endowed dark haired woman he was smiling at as<c>
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : She frowned alittle as she looked to him and would sigh letting the dress fall back down. "Thank you." and would hold onto his arm as she would actually proabably need to hold onto him. This dress was going to be her undoing. "what are we going to be doing in the ball room?" She asked. Her attion was then turned to Damien hearing his comment. -c-
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : she spoke out to him telepathically. ~"I already explained to you Drumain that I was not coming back to you, you have a beautiful woman in front of you there, make nice with her, she seems to enjoy your company. Lucien will comfort me now....he has proven his love time and time again while you ran away at the first sign of trouble...its over"~<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : With that she turned away from him and went into the ball room to go to the side lines to watch Gisselle and Lucien dance smiling warmly wrapping her arms around her form trying to keep her whits about her and not shed tears, he was not being very nice to her telepathically so she shot him back with telling him she was with Lucien, she was <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : trying to avoid a fight, but he refused to let her. <e>
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : she narrowed her eyes upon him. "One more comment like that and I will cut you" She threantened her eye narrowed upon him but continued walking in with Ty. She stepped on the hem and her grip tightened and she cursed as she straightened out trying to walk with out looking like a fool
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : -d-
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : She swallowed hard when she heard her father threatening in her ear about paddling her raw for pulling the sedative stunt again and tried very hard not to shrink like a violet away from him. She nodded when he kissed her forehead whispering softly. "I only did it because I was afraid...my own mother has accused me of treason, I didn't want to <c>
¤Ҏمῖɳcفȿȿ☆Ǥῖȿȿفȴȴف¤ : backstab my step father Sarkas as well by taking his seat, this didn't feel right to me...I don't want to hurt anymore people....which is also why i put you in charge indirectly..if I could have you would have been the one to wear this crown.." She said in a whisper as she continued to dance with him keeping the soft warm smile on her face. <e>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : He almost chuckled at Damien's comment but decided that it would be best if he kept his opinions to himself on that subject, to him she looked beautiful. He spoke out in soft tones squeezing her hand. "Easy my love he is just playing with you.." He saw her tripping on her hem and frowned deciding he was going to help her. "If you can fight, <c>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : ~She smiled as she leaned her head to the side and would stand there smiling softly at him. "Sorry I guess I wish to make sure your ok now and not going to go jump off a bridge or something. You were fairly emotional but I guess you don't look as bad this time" she smiled some. She moved to go sit next to him "I hope you don't mind that I have >>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : then you can dance...and walk as well." Dancing and fighting were not much different in his eyes as he held her hand whispering. "Straighten out and pace yourself one foot at a time forward holding the skirt of the gown to the side a little bit so the hem stays out of the way.." He explained hoping to help her look more like a lady since his <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : sister was now a queen,they had to act proper around her.. <e>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : searched and found you. I really was abit concerend about you." she said placing her hands on the bar top lacing her fingers together. "So, am I correct in assuming that you are better?" she asked and leaned her head to the side brushing a few strands from her face~
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ couldn't help his self, when the female wet worker made her threat to him, the raven haired smith not only implying he was not afraid of her, but also proving this, with a rather sinister laugh. "Really now?" He inquired her, before he continued on with his thoughts. "I'd like to see you try and keep me down, Samarah." Violet eyes now turned away from the female, as he turned his back to her, the man now making his way towards the ball room. Both his hands were stuffed into the front pockets in his c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ pants, as he did, though the echo from his voice lingered in the air for just a moment. As he walked down the hallway, the candles he passed, would snuff out with an unseen breeze as he passed by them, the man's head still focused dead ahead of him as he walked. There was clearly something more to this man now, that met the eye, and it was even more likely he was not just the castle's blacksmith either. Casually, he would stand at the entrance to the ball room, his arms folded as he watched the dancers.
Drumain_Mccall : He sighed frustrated again from the message he got from her telepathically, he sent back "Love?! LOVE! LUCIEN! Well if you had truly loved me you wouldn't have kept secrets about Gods only know what. Just don't talk to me. I'm done and you are too dense. FUCK!" Tears welled up in his eyes as he held them back as best he could>>c
Drumain_Mccall : as he looked up at the new friend he had made the other night and forced a smile on his face. The tears going away as conversation ensued. He nodded "Yeah when a guy breaks a few ribs from repeatedly kicking you in the chest you tend to feel better." He let out a slight chuckle. "My x is here and she is talking about me running away >>c
Drumain_Mccall : when she was keeping secrets from me! Keeping secrets from me and I leave and I'm in the wrong!" He took a drink of the shot of whiskey quickly. "Apologies. She was the love of mylife." He let's out a half hearted sigh and continues. "You live for 500 years you get used to love and loss eh?" He said as he turned and looked into her eyes.>>f
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : She blinked as she looked at heard his words and would sigh as she reached a hand up and brushed her hair back. "Yeah but I don't fight wearing a tent" she said and Reached down and just grabbed a handfull of her dress infront and held it up exposing the plain shoes "It's up and out of the way. I will just hold it all up here" she said and -c-
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : would look out seeing other dancing there in the room. "I am not the best at dancing Ty" she said and sighed alittle as she just shook her head and began resisting alittle if he tried to drag ehr on the dance floor "I don't want to please." She brought the wad of cloth that held her dress off her feet up alittle placing that hand on ehr hop as -c-
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : she watched. For once she was actually nervous about something -d-
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena was holding back her tears, Drumain wasn't going to budge and neither was she as she closed her eyes and looked down speaking telepathically, standing there in that elaborate red and gold gown sending him a message. ~"You can call me whatever you will Drumain, if you hadn't of run away I would have explained to you why I could not speak,<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : I couldn't to save Gisselle's life to no one.....I told you some in secret of what was happening and you accuse me of not loving you at the time and possibly loving another, you pushed me into his arms...and its for the better...at least I wont have to worry about shadow demons tying me up in the bedroom. You are insecure and a drunkard....I <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : did love you, but your childish ways pushed me away....you need to find someone on your level....leave Lucien and I be....Besides you have a beautiful girl concerned right in front of you, she should help you forget about me.."~ She explained telepathically and started to walk out of the ball room and head for the gardens, she needed to be away<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : from people at the moment otherwise tears were going to pour out in front of them. <e>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : ~She frowned some as she placed a hand on his shoulder in comfort. She was unaware of the conversation that was going on in his head but she watched by his body posture that somethign was wrong. When he mentioned the broken ribs she winced alittle "Ouch, I didn't know how bad the damage was. But I'm sure the other guy is hurrting worse" she said >>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ caught the last few moments of what the demon had mentioned, and was about to step in, to see what was wrong, when he felt another message delivered to him, the darkness now reaching out his hand for the light to join him. "I can see things are a little rough right now, but if you're willing to trust me, I have a place all my own." He admitted to her. "It may not be as grand as this castle, but it's a place where you and I can be alone" He nodded to the woman now. "I can show you just what we are."
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : then hearing his mini rant she shook her head "Please you have nothing to apologize for I understand your pain, for living so long you learn to shut out things. I may not be 500 yet but I am gaingin up on it" she said smiling alittle. ~
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : Tylan sighed lightly as she sat down, he didn't know this gown was going to be such a hinderance, he was just trying to do something nice and buy something pretty for her to wear for the special occasion. He thought for a moment then grinned looking down to her. "Tell you what, I will make you a deal. You go put on an elegant pants suit and <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : I will show you how to dance? Deal?" He asked her as he waited for her response. That way she wouldn't have to wear a poofy gown and he would get his dance, he could always cut in with his sister while he waited hoping she would agree. <e>
Drumain_Mccall : He had received the last message from Nimena and wasn't going to respond anymore to her. She was right he needed to forget her. If she wasn't going to be in his arms then it was time to move on. But he was hurt pretty badly emotionally by it. Here he had been engaged twice in 2 years and each time something had happened to his fiancees. >>c
Drumain_Mccall : He wondered if love would ever settle for him or tease him through out is centuries upon this earth. He looked into her eyes again and laughed at her comment of not being 500 years old or living that long yet. "It's not pretty and it is along road. And the other guy in the fight he's not hurt too bad. But he will be disfigured from the burns.>>c
Drumain_Mccall : He said with a mischievous smile. She seemed to brighten his evening. She was cute after all. "So what are your plans this evening?" he asked as he motioned to the bartender to pour another shot and to get another glass for Sidonia. "Gee I hope it's not getting me drunk and taking advantage of me." he said sarcastically with a laugh.>>f
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena stopped when Damien showed up and extended his hand to her. She just froze for a moment and whispered to Damien. "Just for a little while brother please...I cannot let Lucien see my face right now....I just need to go calm myself but I must return for he and Gisselle, we both must, we are their advisors after all.." She explained to him<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : as she placed her hand in his ready to take off. <e>
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : The moment he told her she could go change she turned and hustled out calling out over her shoulder "Deal!" she reached down and gathered up more of the dress hurrying out. She found her way back to the room and would begin fighting to get out of the dress. She was fighting with getting layers off getting lost with in the material she bumped -c-
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : into the bed and tripped over more material and landed on the floor with a grunt. She groaned and fought and wiggled her way out of the dress letting out a reluctant sigh and smoothed her heair as she put on her formal assassin's arrite which was kind of feminie and left her hood down and her braid hang loos on the outside of her outfit rather -c-
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ nodded his head when the light mentioned that she needed to get away, and not let those closest see her face. He too knew the feeling she had, but rather than take off in flight, the two of them would ripple as though they were a liquid state, their bodies now taken from view. Releasing her hand, the man would then gesture to what looked like a city floating in the streams of time, and defied even space itself. It was here, when he chuckled a little bit. "Welcome to Elesius, Nimena." He greeted.
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : then hiding it away this time and came back out. and walked up to Ty "Thank you" she said smiling vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/assassinscreed/images/7/70/ACS_Evie_Frye_Render.png/revision/latest?cb=20150809103119 her attire
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : Tylan smiled as she came out in that formal assassins attire, he had to admit it was kind of hot seeing her in that outfit. He took her hand and lead her to the dancefloor and spun her in similar fashion as Lucien had spun Gisselle. He had her right hand in his left and placed her left hand on his right shoulder and his right hand on her hip <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : speaking out. "Dancing is very much like fighting my dear. Let yourself go and trust me to guide you.." He said in soft tones and with that he began to move her into the walts stiffening his arms a bit so he could have better control over her body as he started to move her in the 1,2,3 1,2,3 type motion attempting to keep her motions fluid. <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : "It doesn;t matter what you wear, you are still beautiful, I just thought I was trying to buy you something beautiful....maybe I could......ask ...Nim to give you lady lessons in case we have to attend another function such as this....its alright to be a warrior and a lady at the same time my fire cracker.." He said with a smile on his face <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : hoping and praying she didn't slap the shit out of him on the dance floor. <e>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : She felt herself getting transported and when they were finally at their destination and he released her hand she wrapped her arms around herself looking at the city floating into the sky. Elesius was a beautiful sight indeed, but that didn't stop the tears from welling in her eyes. "Why is Drumain so spiteful. He left me in my darkest hour..<c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : when he promised he would never leave my side...accusing me of bedding another during our relationship, of lying to him. Damien....you know why I had to lie....I didn't want to hurt anyone...I was trying to save Gisselle.." The tears started pouring from her cheeks, all the horrible things he said to her really got to her, why? She couldn't <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : tell Lucien, he had already heard enough between Sam, Fox and Drumain....he was ready to explode, she couldn't talk to anyone...until now. <e>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : ~ Smirking some she nudged him whne he mentioned about the age "Hey I have about 11 more year before the big 500, atleast I think I do" she looked up as she zoned out a moment trying to figure her age out but then just shook her head. It hurt her brain to try and figure that out. She head him talking about the burns and would raise a brow "oh did>>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : h have himself a little accident" she said putting air quotes when she said accident and chuckles some. "I have no idea what my plans are. Mainly I guess to make sur eyou are going to be alright. You did take quite the beating and well now you seem bummed so I guess It will try and cheer you up perhaps?" When the bartender provided her with her >>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : drink she smiles and would then think some "Actually I also wanted to talk to you or rather ask you something." she sigh as this was embarassing for her "You are able to create fire from your core, will you treach me?" she asked and down the shot~
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : She woudl follow him to the floor and she spun elegantly and grasped onto his hand placing her other on his shoulder. she staggered alittle but tried to follow though she was stopped a few times when she tried going different directions he did. She sighed some and looked down a moment then back at him when he spoke "I do appreciate the dress. -c-
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : It's abit much though, not my style. Too much fluff, I don't do fluff" she said smiling alittle. When he suggested getting the lessons on being a lady she stopped moving and frowned looking at him. she took her hand out of his as she looked around at all the women who are all dressed in elegance and grace and here she was in her foramal -c-
Drumain_Mccall : He was such a flirt. Even though his heart just became broken. He smiled and said "What ways could you cheer me up." smiling mischievously. He took the shot in his hand and downed it. Signaling for another. His red cat eyes stared into her blue hues. Then the conversation was changed, as she asked about him teaching>>c
Drumain_Mccall : her to create fire. "Create fire? I don't know if I can teach you. I mean it is as common to me as breathing and walking.>>f
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ frowned, when the light was still upset, even when he had taken them both far beyond the stretches of even time and space, though when she spoke to him, he could easily see just why she was a little more than annoyed. "Because he's a mortal man." He shrugged. As harsh as this was for her to hear, it was true. "They are not like you and I, in that if mortals don't get the attention they need, they assume the ones they love are with someone else." He explained it as best he could, despite his lack of c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ knowledge in the subject she had brought up. He would begin to walk now, towards what looked like a docking area, a vessel already there for them, should the light wish to travel the new realm. "It is often in the darkest hour, or your time of great sorrow, that you find who is really there for you." He admitted with a nod of his head. "My advise to you, is to forget about him, since you know he will keep doing this to you, and making you feel miserable, no matter how much he denies it." He now stood c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ near the vessel, as it floated on what looked to be water, but this was not the case at all. "You deserve a love that can be there, not only when the sun's rays are providing you with warmth, but also when the darkness closes in around you, and there looks to be no way out." He suggested. "Someone that can not only handle you at your worst, but will show you that even that is your best." He chuckled, the man now waiting for what his sister would do, or say to him next, as he did his best to help her.
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : "You mean...a love like Lucein?" she asked as she followed him to the vessell and entered speaking out. "I know I have to forget Drumain, he is a drunkard and insecure....that maybe his worst but he says the most horrible things to me when he is upset...Lucien however...I have had a crush on him since I was under fifty....He is a kind and <c>
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : assassin's attire that had nothing elegant about it. "You are embarrassed that I am not lady like?" she asked her voice was low but it held a growing fire. "That I do no fit in?" she narrowed her eyes then taking another step back "I will never fit in! " she said pushing him back and turned walking out of the ballroom -d-
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : strong man. I know he would be all those things you say a man should be.." She said as she sat down, she still had tears in her eyes, the situation wasn't any easier for her heart, Drumain was her first love, the first she gave herself too and she felt horrible for it, thinking it should have been Lucien that had her first, fate just didn't <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : see it as so as she sat down with her arms still folded around her body speaking out. "I....I want to tell Lucien what happened but I am afraid of his reaction..." She explained to Damien as she continued on. "Also Derik has agreed to come to Eladrin to do the spell with you in switching Gisselle's and my bodies so we can irraticate the bond <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : between us and Sam..he says whenever your ready.." She explained as she hoped it would be soon. <e>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : iling she had her own ideas of fun that he might like."I have a few ideas" she said and would signal for a drink herself as she looked to Drumain and raised a brow smirking. She was secretly challenging him as she took her shot and licked her lips placing the glass back down. "Yeah well, as humiliating as this may seem I don't know how to do it. >>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : I was never really taught. If there is already a heat source that's one thing but to create fire out of nothing. I just, I haven't been able to do it" she said and brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face~
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : Oh no she wasn't going to get far that was not what he meant at all. She grabbed her not caring for the fight back. This fire cracker was not going to explode in or around the ball room area not this night. He ran with her over to one of the balconies shutting the door and sitting her down in one of the seats kneeling in front of her and <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : grasping her hands so she couldn't move as he spoke out. "That is not what I meant at all. What I meant for that purpose was so you could be a better assassin, a better scout. In order to blend to fulfill your contracts it is better to learn and know any and every custom you potentially come into contact with. Here you are known now but <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : think if you had a contract to say.....Fallsgrove, they are a very proper palace. How would you get close to your noble contract if you cannot blend in with the other nobles, for if you do not look an allow the part you will not gain entry. I do not ask to embarrrass or demean you in any way shape or form, I made the suggestion to assist you <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : to learn more and better yourself to make you a better assassin. No one I don't care if they have lived for thousands of years can know it all, there is always room for growth and knowledge, and being a deadly lady is nothing to be ashamed of.." He explained as he remained keeping her there awaiting a response. <e>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ couldn't help but smile as she stepped onto the vessel, and seated herself in the cabin area, along with him, the wheel in the back now moving to push them along the liquid like substance, the man now opening the cabin drapes for her to look out of. "I know the feeling, believe it or not." He admitted, his arms reaching out, to drape around the light's Elven body. "It may feel as though your heart is broken, when all it really wants, is someone to pick up the pieces again, and create something a lot c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ better from those pieces." He sighed. "A lot of the time we are given a negative situation, not to show us we can fail, but to give us something to overcome. Another way we can become stronger than we were." He assured her with a smirk. When he listened to her tale of love though, he would merely tilt his head. "If you are certain he is the one for you, than what have you to be afraid of?" He inquired. "If he is your true match, he will understand what you're going through, and help you get through it."
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : "I am not afraid of my love for Lucien, I am afraid of the retaliation, Lucien has a temper when he thinks those in his heart are hurt in any way, you have seen how he is around Gisselle.." She explained to Damien and she put her head in her hands, "Even worse still I fear of Drumains retaliation against Lucien for allowing myself to accept L<c>
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : She frowned as her grabbed her and trid reistign and fighting him til they were outside and when he grabbed her hands she made a fist as she tugged on her hands trying to get them free. Her yes were narrowed as she stopped struggling and listened to him explain the scenario. "I would assassinate him like I have done other and do it in the -c-
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Lucien's invitation of love...." She explained to Damien as they were floating away as she looked out the window putting her legs up on the seat in that elaborate gown. Her white hair and pale features were very striking against that crimson gown as she looked around speaking out. "Where is Kushiel, your sister...or our sister rather?" She <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : asked curiously looking over to him slowing her tears. <e>
Drumain_Mccall : "HHMMM.." he said with a slow smile coming to his face He grabbed her hand. "Come with me." He said rather excitedly pulling her with him. He exits the main hall and walks uickly still holding her hand as he walked through the halls turning down one then another then coming to a large double door. As he opened it >>c
Drumain_Mccall : it opened up into a training arena. As he closed the doors he still lead her into the center of the arena. "Now you want to create fire hm? I can get you started." He stood behind her rather closely his voice in breath in her ear softly. "Now you hold out your hand palms up like so." he said as he slid his hand along her arms to her hands>>c
Drumain_Mccall : "Now. Just think of something that turns you on." He said as he gently kissed her neck. "Something sensual and would warm your inside. Your body will heat up as if your blushing and you will start sweating as your body temperature rises" he said as he kissed her neck again, then running his tongue to her ear lobe>>c
Drumain_Mccall : slightly nibbling teasing it. In one final teasing whisper in her ear he says "Then release it.">>f
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : middle of the night. You have only scratched the surface of who I am and what I am capable of." She knew he actually had a good point as far as blending in went but wouldn't admit it to him She just sat there and clenched her jaw and looked away as she sat there pouting. though again she would never admit to her pouting either "Just....I don't" -c-
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : she let out a frustrated sigh as she just shifted and turned to look away from him not knwing what really to say -d-
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ merely nodded his head, when she continued to speak of Lucien to him. "Indeed I have, but I do not see his retaliation as something to run from, or something to be wary of." He informed her, the vessel now traveling about, rounding a corner, until out the window, they would be able to see an entirely new building, and one that mirrored the look of the castle back in Eladrin, though this one made of material not able to be understood by mortal minds. "I see this retaliation as his way of showing his c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ loyalty to those who did manage to get close to him." He informed her with a nod. "I see his love being shown differently, in that he is willing to teach those he holds closest to him what he feels is right, and what he feels is wrong." He would stand now, and step out from the cabin, and step onto the crystalline surface of the Elysian plane once more. "I have this feeling, that if Drumain even tries to retaliate against Lucien, he would meet with a very bad ending." He admitted, offering his hand out.
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : ~She blinked as she followed him as he lead her out of the bar area. She was curious where they were going but when she saw the training arena she smiled alittle though looked around hoping that If she some how got fire that things wouldn't burn up. Her flames were much different then regular fire and more powerful then a regular phoenix fire. >>
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₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : He sighed and let her go not knowing what else to say at that point. He had very well knew what she was capable of, he liked the firecracker spirit as he sighed lightly standing speaking softly. "Very well, I will leave you to your thoughts. Just remember love...I would never say anything to purposely harm or demean you in anyway, I think I <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : have shown you last night how much I care for you, anytime I say things like that to you is to help you gain knowledge and nothing more. I will be in there ready and waiting.." he explained as he left her sitting there on the balcony so she could be alone and feel like the warrior she is, she was one it seemed that didn't deal well with emotions<c
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : and had serious trust issues. He would allow her time to calm as he entered into the ball room and saw his father still dancing with his sister. He shook his head and looked around. Nimena was missing, and so was that red headed dragon fellow and the white haired fellow that the guards stopped. If his father was not going to date women that <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : had other men around he sure picked a doosey this time, even though she was nice enough. He decided to take it upon himself to go and try and search for her giving his love a look through the window and pointing to the door as he exited. <e>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : She stood there and listened to his words and he held her hands out palms up but her body suddenly tensed briefly not expecting him to be so close. She got a confused look on her face at his words but couldn't help but shiver feeling him kiss upon her neck. Her pulse sped up and she was indeed blushing. She closed her eyes as she tried to >>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena smiled as his last words and took his hand and stood up from the bench and straightened out her gown with her other hand before walking back out to the Elysian plane and looked around. "Even though this place is very beautiful and I would very much like to come back sometime, we better come back to the palace before there is trouble. I<c>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : to concentrate but his actions were doing exactly everything he was describing. She felt this feeling and the energy of her body temp rising butshe was unsure how to release that energy like he was describing ~
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : do not trust Drumain's anger.." She explained as she also wanted to get back to Lucien before he realized she was gone and had a coniption fit. That was something no one needed either. She turned to her brother and gave him a hug laying her head on his shoulder. "Thank you for taking me away before I broke down in the center of the ball room<C>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : I am sure you were able to hear some of the telepathed words to me from Drumain.. "<e>
Drumain_Mccall : He felt her body temp rise as his body was close to her's. Still whispering in her ear his breath almost teasing on her ear he continued "Now just push those feelings towards your hands. It's normal to be sexually aroused. It happens all the time. Just push it towards your hands." He said as he rubbed his hands back and forth gently on her arms.>>c
Drumain_Mccall : His body temp was rising too from arousal but he had better control over it. "Come on just release it. Release it. Releeeaaassseee iiiittttt." he said his words lingering and his breath playing pon her ear erotically.>>f
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : She heard him stand up and walk away and his words did get to her. She was not angry but now, frustrated at herself for her own actions. She felt confused, sad, angry at herself for over reacting as she did alot. She felt like a yell was bulding inside her and would fall to her knees and released that yell. She remained kneeling infront of the -c-
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ shrugged his shoulders, and smiled when she told him of Lucien and Drumain again, the man once more taking her hand, though before he would bring them back, he had one last thing to mention to her, now that she knew of the Ancient sanctuary, lost to many who dared seek it out. "If you ever want to return here again, it is within your reach now." He began, nodding his head once more. "If you ever feel you need to just get away fro a while, or if you need a place where you feel you won't be found, you c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ can travel to the plane of Elysius again." He informed her, before he gave her the instructions. "All you need to do is focus the energy of the stars, and project it outward, and you will be given access there, whenever you need." He assured her, the both of them once more rippling like liquid, before they faded out completely. It was here though, that they would be standing just a few feet away from Tylan, as though the two of them had never left. He would then release her hand. "Hello again Tylan."
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : bench and then shifted herself til she sat on the ground and propped her knees up putting her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands. "Mara what have you done?" she asked herself out loud and shook her head as her breathing and pulse quickened. She was fighting back crying and was fighing her herself from the vulnerable feeling when one -c-
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : cried. She lowered her head putting her hand on her forehead and closed her eyes as she tried calming down her breathing and bacisally herself -d-
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : ~She Her body temp continued to rise and closed her eyes tighter as she was trying to do as he instructed. Push the energy to her hand. She repeated it over and over to herslef hoping that it was going to happen. Her temperature continued to rise as she shook once more from his breath upon her ear. Soon the air around her wavered like heat rising>>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : off the asphalt. She was able to pick up on his own heat rising but she began to feel something stirring inside of her. The energy rolled and moved through out her body. She gasped and opened her eyes in a way 'releasing' the energy and she spontaneously combusted. her whole body was covered in flue flames. ~
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : Tylan saw Nimena and the man Damien appear that gave him a place to stay his first night here. He blinked speaking out. "I was coming to check on you, since father was dancing with Gisselle.." He explained. Father? That was new? He had forgiven him so quickly he guessed as he shrugged his shoulders continuing to speak out. "I saw the <c>
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : conversation you had with the red headed dragon then saw the white haired man trying to follow you and stopped by the guards, when you disappeared I was worried for your safety m'lady.." He explained as he bowed his head and spoke out. " Now that I know you are alright I shall take my sister away from my fathers hands so you may have a chance<c>
Drumain_Mccall : The flames hardly had any effect on him since fire was his main ability it was actually the warmest he had felt in a long time. He stepped back from her smiling and said "Never knew your power was conjured through sexual arousal did you?" he said with a laugh. "The more you practice with it the more you learn how to conjure it and also>>c
₮ɏɭᾶɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : to dance with him.." He explained as he nodded to Damien and turned on his heels back into the ball room and tapped his fathers shoulder. "You mind me cutting in?" He said with a grin as he held out his hand for his sister to take. <e>
Drumain_Mccall : learn not to burn your lovers up in bed as well." he continued with a slight chuckle. Biting his lip nervously not meaning to let that part slip out.>>f
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : blinks and looks to his son only to let him take a twirling with Gisselle. "By all means.. go for it." he smiled as he kissed her forehead then went to go get something to drink from the bar. He glanced around as he wondered if Nim was back or not yet. He would love to take her around the dance floor as well. His long coat opened up just to have a
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : bit more... comfort this eve.~
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : ~She would just stand there burning a she looked at him. Her clothes were not burning at the moment but she would look at him "How did you know?" she asked and just shook her head quickly sending trails of fire to flicker off making small trails in the air before burning away. "I didn't know. I have never done this before." even though it wasn't >>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Nimena smiled at Tylan speaking out. "thank you for your concern, I will be there with your father shortly. " She explained then looked to Damien speaking out. Thank you for a wonderuful evening, I best go find Lucien so he doesn't worry.." she explained as she gave her brother a peck on the cheek and she exited the hall and back into the <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : ball room where she found Lucien at the bar and Tylan now dancing with Gisselle who seemed to be having fun, there were other nobles attempting to cut in but it seemed they did not wish to interrupt the Darastrix men. She chuckled at the thought and walked over to Lucien who was at the bar and bowed her head to him gently speaking in soft tones.<c
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : "Evening my love....I hope you enjoyed yourself on the dance floor, you twirled her so lovely.." She said reaching out her hand to grasp his empty one squeezing it gently. Her big silver eyes sparkling at him as she awaited his response.<E>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : what she was trying for, she had created fire. She grinned and looked to him and would smile. "Now that she had the fire she would hold her arms out and the fire gathers separating into her hands and would spin her hands through the air letting the fire trail and dance through the air before extinguishing her flames. Grinnimg she lept into him >>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : hugging him "thank you!" ~
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : he turned his head as soon as she would begin to speak and he smiled while leaning backwards against the bar with his elbows upon the counter and a drink in one hand and suddenly her hand in his empty one. Looking to his left with his thumb running along her soft silken flesh and then looking up at her with those pale crystal blues. "So... I hope
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : that your... get away has done you some good?" he would ask with a slight strained tone of voice but there was a smile upon his tanned lips even still. "Ah... she is such a beautiful ballarina upon the dance floor indeed and I am sure she is going to break a lot of hearts this and every eve we have some kind of ball." he smirked as he could see
وٍُكهɳ¤Ɗᾶمᾶ¾Ϯمكӿ : that indeed there were a few young noblemen eyeing his daughter and his son but more glaring at his son then eye candying his daughter. He smirked and shook his head only to turn fully towards her while putting his drink down... "care for a dance?" asking of her lightly~
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ concentrated once more, his outward energy this time focused onto the scarlet eyed female from the hallway, as well as the forge meeting, a brief sucking sound heard by those close enough to hear it, an inward vortex of violet, black, and silver hues now taking his body from sight, the raven haired youth now stepping out of the vortex, his eyes now settling on the woman kneeling near the bench. "A woman should never be on their knees, unless they are involved with the holy element." He chuckled, his c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ lips now curving upward, into a playful smirk. "What's on your mind, little one?" He inquired, the man now stepping up to her, to seat his self on the bench near her, patting the other end, so she could take the spot, rather than stay there on the cold stone. "I know I might not be the best at talking, but you'll find none that even hold a candle to me, if I listen to my surroundings close enough." He admitted, taking this opportunity to silence his self, awaiting for if the lady would trust him enough.
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : "I would be honored my love.." She said as she walked with him to the dance floor, pretty sure he was going to give her a twirl as well as she placed a hand on his shoulder and kept her other hand in his hand allowing him to lead her around speaking softly. "My get away was necessary my love, I did not want to interrupt your dance with <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : Gisselle and Fox's presence disturbs me, when he is here he is up to no good, like Sam I can feel the plotting.." NOt to mention other things at the moment that she didn't want to upset him with, she just leaned her head against his chest as he was leading her around smiling warmly. "I love you so much. " She said in soft tones, he felt so <c>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤ : warm and inviting, it was nice to be in his arms again. She didn't want to leave them. <e>
Drumain_Mccall : He was suprised when she leapt into him hugging him as she thanked him for helping her conjure her powers. He looked into her eyes as after she hugged him. In what seemed an awkward silent moment it seemed. He felt an urge and leaned in kissing her wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close and if>>c
Drumain_Mccall : she allowed him, he would kiss her intimately...Pulling away and blushing he would look down to the ground clearing his throat. "Sorry...I..umm..I must still..umm..." he couldn't find his words or even think of a decent excuse even if it was going to be a lir to come up with.>>f
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ concentrated once more, his outward energy this time focused onto the scarlet eyed female from the hallway, as well as the forge meeting, a brief sucking sound heard by those close enough to hear it, an inward vortex of violet, black, and silver hues now taking his body from sight, the raven haired youth now stepping out of the vortex, his eyes now settling on the woman kneeling near the bench. "A woman should never be on their knees, unless they are involved with the holy element." He chuckled, his c>
ℒℴɾɗ ℬℓᶏͼƙɦℯᶏɾϮ lips now curving upward, into a playful smirk. "What's on your mind, little one?" He inquired, the man now stepping up to her, to seat his self on the bench near her, patting the other end, so she could take the spot, rather than stay there on the cold stone. "I know I might not be the best at talking, but you'll find none that even hold a candle to me, if I listen to my surroundings close enough." He admitted, taking this opportunity to silence his self, awaiting for if the lady would trust him enough.
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : ~She was was caught off guard by the kiss but returned the favore placing her hands upon his shoulders to brace herself. When he pulled away she took a step back and blushed some as she looked down "Its alright, Just caught me by surprise" she chuckles some and then would reach up and ran her fingers throguh the ends of her hair. "Thank you again>>
ٹᶖdɸᶇiل : for helping me. I guess I will keep practicing" she smiled at him now~
»Ƨaᵯلᵲᶏḩ« : She jumped hearing a voice behind her and stood spinning and drawing a short sword as she faced the direction of the voice. She saw that it was the man from the hallway once more and narrowed her eyes as she looked to him "It's none of your concern." She said but then let out a sigh and sheathed her weapon and moved to sit ack down on the bench -c-
Drumain_Mccall : He took a step closer to her. "So..." he paused "What should we do now?" He didn't know what to do. His heart always played tricks on him. He still had feelings for Nimena but it had turned into a black void. But then this woman steps into his life out of nowhere almost instantly filling that void. Was it them having something in >>c
Drumain_Mccall : common with their abilities? Or was it some actual attraction that just happened? Only time would tell. And sometimes as slow as time would go..Time was justa bitch and so was love.>>f
