Moving to Crystal Cove was the best decision that Mara had. Bringing her family and taking her friends into moving here when they were looking where to move to, was even better. Unfortunate, Mara died in a accidental fire at the Bennett’s old home. Knoing both families lost so much, made them stronger and brought them closer. Home to Grayson’s son and adoptive daughter Jackson Gilbert, Amelia Gilbert P.

Moved to this home, 12 years ago and have been happy ever since.

This is Amelia’s room, with a balcony. Not knowing yet, the history her family had and what she was, was just one of the many things she was going to have to face, soon.

Jackson might have stumbled on to his family line’s history, but can he handle it? And will he find out what his sister’s fate might be?

She deiced to go pay a visit to Aaron and have some nice home cooked meal. Amelia lifted her arm, and looked the watch in her wrist. He should be home. Grabbed her bag and slinging it over her shoulder, car keys in hand. Locking the door, she pressed the car button for it to start and got in. Turning up the music and headed to the B&B, ready for some chicken fried chicken, mashed potato, and broccoli with cheese.

Thread Change to The Light House B&B

I POSTED FOR AMELIA GOD MOD BECAUSE SHE IS IN THE HOSPITAL 

Amelia and Isys, were talking on the way over to her house about the party and how things were going. Finally arriving at Amelia’s house and packed the car, turning the engine off. Both girls stepped out of the car and started heading into the house. Isys stayed behind on the porch because her mom had called. Amelia looked to see Melissa’s car and a smile planted on her face. Opening the door, she heard the T.V and walked towards the living room. “Melissa! Hey! She went up and pulled her into a hug, then let her go. “Isys is on the phone with her mom I think. So tell me how you got the car?! I had to beg and have amazing grades to get my parents new car after the whole…you know.” Getting a new car 6 months after the accident was hard because her dad wasn’t their to take her car shopping, but Jackson did a great job. Placing her keys on the coffee table, she sat down on the couch next to her.

20 Minutes Later….

After a while of chit chat and picking clothing out to wear, she and the girls went down stairs to claim their bag and jackets. Finally ready to head out to the party house. Before Amelia got out of the house she wrote a note for Jackson and Margret. Hey guys, we waited for you all but, you guys took forever to get home. I was invited to a party at the Salvatore home. Its to celebrate school being over. If Jackson wants to come, hope to see you there. Love Mila! xoxo As she placed the note down, she took her phone of her pocket and messaged the guys. Walking to the car and got in with the girls. Heading to the Salvatore Manor. She was excited to see everyone and have some good, well deserved fun.

The low rumbling of Jackson’s voice as he was finally awoken by his clock broke the din in his room. Rolling out of bed, he padded out to the bathroom to shake the weazel and stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, contemplating if he should shave this morning or not.

As per usual he was a late riser and the morning sun had long since gone to the top of the sky. Great, first day of the holidays and he was sleeping his life away. Flushing then washing his hands, he ambled out of his bathroom in his boxers and white T, wondering what to wear, since he hadn’t really made any plans for the day.

His cell was buzzing on the night stand, and he wandered over to pick it up. A text from Amelia. Great, she was so consumed by tech she couldn’t just come into his room and tell him what she needed? Reading the message he scowled. A party. He…hated parties. All people that would smile at your face, then start talking behind your back the minute you turned away. Sighing, he texted back that he would think about it, as his stomach rumbled for food.

Jackson seemed to recall something about leftover pizza from the night before, and did a small score fist that there might be some left.

Heading down to the kitchen, the note on the kitchen bench stood out like a sore thumb. Pink in colour with the swirling script of her sister. Jackson picked it up, grunting as he read it, then screwed it up and tossed it behind him, going on with his endeavor to eat the left over pizza.

Course, when he opened the fridge all he found was empty shelves. Where was the pizza? Glancing at the trash can, the answer lay there. A discarded box that was empty.

“Son of a ….” he said to no one as Jackson’s stomach growled louder. “Doesn’t anyone in this house shop?” Jackson had to wonder if Amelia ate it. Probably. There was no sense hanging around, he was going to have to go out to find a meal. Jackson raced back up stairs to get dressed, making sure to take his cell with him. If worse came to worse, he would go to the party after all.

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Having got the text from his best mate Aaron, Jackson grinned to himself. Always knew he could count on Aaron to get him out of his house and his funk. Of the two Gilbert’s he was the one that had the most problem adjusting. It was like Amelia was this social butterfly that just had to be seen at all the right parties and at the mall, whereas Jackson could quite happily stay parked in front of his Xbox all day and night. The only thing that got him out was his mates; Aaron and Logan. That thought reminded him that he needed to text Logan, since Amelia seemed to want her brother and his mates as some kind of back up. Why do sisters do that? I mean, sure if she had a girlfriend with a great ass to watch, he’d be in like flynn. However, he was more of the type of guy to hang out with other guys, not carry his sister’s purse at the next dance.

Sitting on the front porch steps he toyed with his cell as he waited for Aaron to show up. It was as he sat there, that he pulled up his sleeve and stared at the amulet he had put on. The same one that had been found with the journals and other artifacts that belonged to Jeremy Gilbert, his ancestor. He got an uneasy feeling about the amulet, and then covered his sleeve over it again.

His belly grumbled again from the lack of food, and he made a face.

“Come on, man.”

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Within a few minutes Aaron turned into the street where the Gilbert’s lived and honked his horn when he saw Jackson on the porch waiting.
“Hop in!” He greeted him with a warm smile, unlocking the doors for him. It was always habit that he locked the doors when driving. He had heard enough stories about people being pulled from their cars when they were stuck in mid day traffic. ” I feel so honored to be graced by your presence!” He teased. “…How are you?” He smiled warmly, lifting the food from his seat and holding it till Jackson was settled. Once they were sorted, Aaron would let out a loud “Woooooh” as he revved the engine and pulled away- heading for the Salvatore Manor.

The sound of the engine to Aaron’s car was familiar to Jackson, who rose to standing as he watched his best mate pull up at the curb and honk the horn. Aaron meant two things, friendship and food. Jogging down to the car, he opened the passenger door and jumped in as his friend was already urging him too.

” I feel so honored to be graced by your presence!” 

Jackson did a fancy hair flip at that remark, since the two were always clowning around.

“How am I? Hungry is how I am, and I smell food.”

Taking the food container off his mate, he let out a wild yodel as the two sped off for the Salvatore manor. In between mouthfuls of food, he tried to talk.

“I texted Logan but not heard back, so not sure if he’s coming or maybe has himself a date, you know?” Another mouthful of food as the car sped along, he glanced over his shoulder as his house faded into the background. Looking back at his friend, he said.

“I wonder if this old house of the Salvatores has a games room. You know, a place the guys can escape the girls that will probably be drooling over that guy….er…Damon, or whatever the f*ck his name is.”

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Salvatore Manor was bought in the year 1990 and only one generation has lived in it since. Zachary emancipated himself from his parents, when he turned 16, because of the traveling they did for so many years. In one of those trips, they went to visit a relative in Mystic Falls, and Zachary found something that he couldn’t believe possible, be he couldn’t even believe it himself. A picture with a girl he liked in one of his classes last year, Amelia, was from the year 1892. He though it could be joke, but now with that in his mind, he has to get to know her.

Zachary Salvatore, is the only one that lives in the Manor for now. As his parents pay for all this bills in a form of saying their sorry.

Zac’s room.

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“Such a cute, sweet, adorable baby brother.” She stood there pinching his cheek as she talked to him in a baby voice.

She shooed him out the door before changing into his sweat pants, and a crop top shirt from her sorority from Whitmore.

She shook her head and breathed in deep and coughed. Leaning over the car and using it as support, she breathed and steadied herself. That was crazy and scary, and what in the world was it and where did it come from. She tried to think of maybe a movie she saw that someone drowned, but nothing came to mind.

~Brock is on the phone to his love Pandora in Hawaii~

Brock was pacing the lounge of his apartment, his cellphone in his hand. Aunt Charlotte was fixing herself a drink and watching him beneath the veil of her dark bangs. She could see the expression of his face alter as the phone obviously was picked up.

“Pandora?

Charlotte stopped what she was doing and watched – waiting. Brock was near the balcony, his eyes focused at his own reflection as he paused.

“Pandora?” This second time it was said in a barely audible whisper. Charlotte’s face creased as she could tell that whoever picked it up, wasn’t responding. Finally, Brock lowered his arm taking his phone from his ear. He appeared dazed almost. All he could hear was her light breathing. Oh he knew that sound. He had it memorized into his mind. Swallowing, he turned around and pocketed his phone and said simply.

“She answered….but then she hung up.” Brock’s face was riddled with disappointment, as he sat on one of the bar stools. He folded his arms and propped himself on the counter, as Charlotte finished pouring her drink. Clearly Pandora wasn’t ready to speak to Brock yet. Reaching out, she cupped Brock’s face and sighed. “Don’t give up hope.”

Just then on the television, which had been filing news reports from around the world for Charlotte’s amusement, there came a cross from one of the islands in Hawaii about a strange phenomenon that had caused an eruption of fire taking out many cars. Witnesses said they saw a woman with a cane leaving the area. It was then a hazy security camera shot that was too grainy to really show a face captured the moment. Charlotte tilted her head.

“Such strange creatures these humans are.”

Brock turned around at the right moment, and recognized the woman instantly.

“Pan?”

He knew what she was capable of and now he knew where she was. Spinning back around he said loudly to Charlotte.

“She’s in Hawaii.”

“Where?”

“It’s a group of islands in the Pacific – part of the United States.”

Charlotte sensed an even bigger issue than what Brock himself realized. “You mean to tell me that Pandora controls fire?”Brock nodded and as he did his eyes widened. “Oh…shit.” Oh shit was right. If it was one thing that Spider demons were susceptible to, it was fire.

Charlotte set down her glass and folded her arms. “Brock, do you truly love a women that can ultimately destroy you?” It was a big question and he had only one answer.

“Yes.”

Shaking her head, she knew that there was going to be no stopping him. “Then I guess you are going to Hawaii.”

Brock didn’t even have to say a word, he was already racing into his room to pack.

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~That night~

Brock had been up half the night investigating what he could off the police reports on the car park fire bombing in Hawaii. He had the name of the hotel and the city. Further investigation uncovered her apartment number and floor. He was well on the way to making the biggest most important trip of his life – to save his relationship with Pandora, if he still had one. The night light burnt bright in the den, and ever so often Charlotte would take a look in at him, as he was taking down information off his computer. At one point she brought him a cup of coffee and set it down in front of him, but he seemed to act as though she wasn’t there, so transfixed with the intelligence he was gathering. Watching him with concern, she had to ask.

“What are you going to do when you find her? What if she does the whole fire ball thing on you?”

Looking up from the computer screen, Brock answered. “Kiss this world goodbye?” Charlotte didn’t like the sound of that answer at all. Sighing she shook her head. “I was once like you. Would do anything for love. Then I discovered that love wasn’t enough.” Though Charlotte was older and perhaps wiser, Brock didn’t share her sentiment. “I can’t give up on what we had. If only I hadn’t been so stupid and bull headed.” Charlotte reached over and ruffled his hair. “You’re a male, its expected.” This had him laugh slightly, as Charlotte bid him a good night and retreated to one of the guest rooms.

~The next morning~

At the front door, Brock’s bags were packed and there was the smell of breakfast cooking in the kitchen. Charlotte was one that loved a sleep in, so she was slow to emerge, but of course the coffee was a very good reason to get up. She wandered out in a sheer black nightie that showed off all her curves. Considering she was the mother of two hundred odd young, she wasn’t looking too bad.

“Morning….what time is your flight? Or are you taking one of the family jets?”

Brock handed his aunt a cup of coffee and said simply.

“Flight is at nine am and….I don’t think my father would approve of me using the rescue ships for a joy flight to Hawaii.” Charlotte took the cup and smirked. “Joy flight? Is that what you are calling this. I say this is a rescue if you ask me, but…I understand your point. Your father has a temper….like my Mother so I am told.” The two clinked their coffee cups together and then Brock asked the obvious. “Are you coming too?” At this Charlotte shook her head. “I’m needed back in my world, my time here is….limited.” That was her way of putting things, since what she had left behind was a very important matter, that had her children’s lives in certain danger. Drinking the last of her coffee, she washed out her cup, before coming around to take her nephew’s hands. She held them and looked up at him with affection.

“I’m proud of you. For being man enough to admit your wrong, and now going to fight for a very special woman. I hope one day I get to meet her.”

Brock kissed his Aunt’s cheek as she smiled softly.

“Goodbye Brock.”

And like that….she simply faded from view, using her plane shifting ability to return to her own time….in her nightie.

Brock was now ready….to go find his Pandora.

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(Thread change Hawaii.)

He sighed and walked into Mikaelson Manor, along with another few people. Tatia had said something about surprising Klaus here, but he didn’t know if she would go through with it or not. He just hoped that nobody would get hurt. That always tended to happen whenever they pissed Klaus off. He just hoped that this time around, it would be different.

He looked around the manor, hoping to either spot Klaus, Elena, or Bonnie. He sighed when he saw none of them, then moved around the place, trying to see if he could spot anyone.

He sent a quick text to Elena. Then locked his phone and looked around. He sighed looked up.

His ears twitched as he heard a steadied beating heart downstairs. He could hear voices cluttering around the mansion as peopled flawked in, “We shall.” He replied as his right hand latched onto the doorknob. He swung it open and began to proceed out of the bedroom; toward the staircase. As he stood at the top of the staircase with his sister at his side; Elijah smiled as if it were the old days when Rebekah and himself, entered night clubs at their leisure.

(Move Along Without Me For A Small Spell. A Few Hours.)

Chapter One

The Summons

Writers
CharlotteCarrendar
IceTe3a

CharlotteCarrendar:- ~ROAAAAAAAAAAARRRRR!~ Distant thunder claps did no justice to the might of the ominous roar of the Silver dragon, whose great clawed feet were destroying the foliage, whilst a silver haired girl sped through the undergrowth clutching a very special prize. Nipati or Nip to her friends; leapt over rocks and fallen logs, the wind whistling in her ears while her heart beat at a fast pace. The girl had taken a great risk by stealing the dragon’s egg from its nest. In her mind, it seemed oh so easy but now as she clutched the stolen egg, the angered mother was hot on her tail. Closer…closer came the heavy pounding of gigantic feet, the monstrous tail wiping out whole sections of vegetation in but one powerful swing. Razor sharp rows of pristine glistening teeth knashed together – a terrible prison if one were to become the dragon’s next meal. The dense forest was proving to be rough going – the terrain had not been cleared, nor were there any tracks on which to run. It was so easy to trip and fall if one did not watch where they were going, and it was this that caused our heroine to fall, for as she took a look back over her shoulder at the rampaging dragon she was about to come upon a carefully covered hole in the ground. One minute she was running, the next ~POOF!~ she vanished from sight….falling falling..falling till landing with a thud upon a large pile of leaves and twigs at the bottom of the hole. High above, the dragon continued on its search, completely missing the hole, and going off into the forest . Nipati had held her breath for what seemed like hours, only to release it with a loud “phew” In her hands, she still had the treasured dragon’s egg. An item that was sure to gain her enough gold to buy herself a house, or a ship…or a castle. Sitting up Nipati glanced about her. It was a tunnel or the part of many. The light from the surface gave her some vision, but it was clear that climbing back up was out of the question. Taking off her back sack, she quickly stuffed the dragon’s egg inside, before rising to standing as remnants of leaf litter fell back to the unruly pile. Which way to go? Left or right? Nipati closed her eyes tight and then sung out “Left!” Marching down the tunnel, she had no idea what other great things she was going to find. Silver eyes glowered as she adjusted to the lack of light. Up ahead, a faint orange glow appeared, and the sound of an old woman who was singing an incantation. Nipati crept onward, her shadows lengthening behind her as she approached the underground home of the Witch of Magor. <3>

IceTe3a: The dust settled on the ground what once was a thriving city built upon green flowing fields was lost, as all that stood before mankind was a darkened day, the green grass only there in the slowly fading memory of others as bloodstained dirt was now laying where it once was. The city and its houses now ruins for the ages as bloodied bodies laid scattered across the floor, the castle itself was crumbling as the structure bearings gave way. The walls of the front castle falling down stirring up dust and shaking the ground as the stone slabs hit heavy upon the floor. There sitting on a throne he sat his right leg cocked over the arm rest as it gently swayed to and thro, his left leg bending at the knee as his bloodstained black boot was resting firmly on the floor his chin resting on his left palm as his elbow rested on the arm rest. A breeze flowed through the now opened castle buffering all it hit with force, as it caressed his pure snow white hair, he was in his usual get up a black long trench coat opened fully to show his tattooed and scarred bare chest, torn and cut at the bottom mostly from battles and near hits; his blackened leather jeans and of course his bloodstained blackened boots, one could see these were not the clothing from this era as his name was well known across countless lands and worlds only those bold or drunk enough whispered his name in form of tale. His eyelids open slowly exposing his piercing green eyes as his hues fall upon his broadsword “Rebellious” it was a 8’4 giant blade with the weight of the eternal souls it has killed only able to be lifted by himself. He was able to wield Rebellious with a single hand at great speeds something he had trained himself to do over the years, created by his father ‘Sparda King of daemons’ (Before Ice killed him) the blade itself was made from a mix of Sparda’s own powers and the powers of everything evil; the blade itself seemed to be alive as it constantly cried out for the blood of others. A sudden moan along with scraping caused his hues to flick down the stairway to the throne as he saw the would be king painfully trying to crawl away leaving a trail of blood behind him. A clash of thunder or so it seemed to be was heard as Ice appeared in front of the king his left hand grasping the front of the kings clothing as he held him up in the air in front of him “ Wha.. What.. are you, Monster! Demon!! Devil!! I curse you” the king managed to bellow out in-between his painful cries a simple devilish smirk slowly appeared across Ices features as he raised his right arm bending at the elbow it started to give off a dark aura and turn transparent, Many have seen this for themselves but none have survived it was a painful way to kill someone by ripping out their souls and keeping it for themselves, Ice had done this many times before to steal the powers of another being or keep their souls as a trophy to remind him of a fight he once had. “No.. No.. Please…” he king muttered as tears rolled down his cheeks. His right fingers stretch and crackle as they suddenly plunge deep within the king’s chest with ease leaving no entry wound to be seen as the king screams out in pain, his fingers clutch as his arm slowly pulls back a light blue ghostly figure of the king appears being dragged out by his hand as it moans and cries out in pain the king giving one last loud cry of pain as his soul is ripped from his body. Now lifeless Ice tossed the kings body down into a pile of other lifeless bodies to rot away in the extreme heat of the sun, slowly to be cooked and prepared for meal for the ever watching crows. His hues glance over to the soul of the now dead king as he watches the kings facial features show the extent of his pain, No smile; no laugh not an emotion registered from Ice as the soul shrinks down into a glowing white sphere, if one were to look into the glowing sphere they could see the face of the soul this is how one can tell who’s soul it was. Suddenly the soul disappears back to Ice’s crypt to be later organized into a shelf with his many other soul’s he had collected over the years. His right arm flicks out as his blade comes hurling towards him answering to his summons catching the blade by the hilt he attached it to his back, the blade never had a strap or a sheath it just seemed to stick to his back almost magically. Turning on his feet to see what he had done his hues fall upon the now lifeless city only living thing left standing were crows as all else had fallen to the wrath of ice, this was no battlefield nor was it a castle under siege more simpler than that it was an onslaught, his lips part slightly as he lights up a smoke taking a drag deep into his longs as his eyes flash from green to bright red and back to green “Who’s next” escaped his lips softly along with a cloud of smoke.

CharlotteCarrendar:- The tunnel gave way to a decorated room, like you would find in any dwelling. With furniture adorning it’s spaces, along with book shelves and racks of potion bottles. Chalices and wine bottles; skulls and bones. A mystical place indeed our silver elf had chanced upon as she had fled the angered dragon. Seated in the middle of the room, was a withered woman, hair as white as snow and eyes that held no pupils. Blind perhaps, but one does not always need their eyes to see. Nipati accidentally stepped on a mouse, which squeaked as it ran off into a dark corner. This brought up the witch’s head and she sniffed the air, which was ripe with the scent of Nipati. “Oh ho ho ho, who dare wander so carelessly into my home?” Her voice crackled and hissed, as she pushed herself up into standing. Before her stood a black cauldron that was filled to the brim. The liquid contents gave off steam as a fire burnt brightly beneath it. Pointing a bony finger at the girl Elf, the Witch sneered. “I know your kind, child. Surface dwellers who think they can just do as they please. Oh but you are reckless to think you can just walk in here, dear and take from me.” Nipati froze at the witch’s words. How did she know that Nip was a little thief? “My…my mistake. Lovely home, but I think I will be going.” Nip was about to turn, when the witch cackled loudly. You could hear the cauldron pop and fizzle, letting off large bubbles of air that rose up and then popped before hitting the ceiling. From high up on one of the shelves, a small statue of a crow had been keeping watch on the Witch for more than a hundred years and on this very night, its eyes chose to shine bright. Red…red like the coals from the pits of hell. There was a loud gust of wind that swirled and blew its way through the tunnel reaching the witch’s abode and causing her to gasp. It seemed that fortunes were changing on this day and though the witch had seen the coming of the destructor, she had no idea just how bad things would get. A hollowed sound like that of a crow cawing filled the air and the flap of wings. Falling down from the shelf…a black crow’s feather which landed at the witch’s feet. The witch sensed the movement of the feather through the air, and reached down to snatch it from the hearth. Sniffing it, she turned her attention to the silver haired elf. “The falling of a feather from the Devil’s own crow.” Nipati had no idea what the witch was on about. “I’ll just be on my…” The Witch clutched her chest as a vision came to her; death, so much death. “He is never sated. There are not enough souls on this earth can meet his desires!” Nipati started to back up slightly as the witch clutched the feather tight. The witch continued. Eyes of white staring out at nothing, but the witch, she could see. “A throne covered in blood. Decay…ruins…Their hearts beat no more!” Now this was starting to be a bit much for the silver elf. Suddenly the crow came to life and left its perch on the high shelf, swooping down and almost striking the silver haired elf, who ducked and then straightened. “ACK!” She cried, trying to cover her head with her arms. The Witch could hear the bird, the sharp snapping of its pointed beak. It landed on a gleaming white skull on the far side of the room, ruffling its feathers out then squawking loudly. The Witch shuffled over to her cupboard of books, and then took out a very old and tattered one. Flipping it open, her fingers ran across the strange lettering, as the silver elf was slowly making her way out…backwards. “Child…come…read these words if you ever want to see sunlight again.” It was not a request…it was a demand. “Why?” The silver elf had stopped in her tracks, as the witch threw the book at her. Landing at her feet, the pages flew open to the exact page the witch had found. “Because that crow is going to peck your eyes out if you don’t.” The crow squawked again in a menacing way, as the young elf shuddered in fear. “Why can’t you read it?” The silver haired elf cried, frightened for her life now. The witch said simply. “I’m blind.” Little did she know that the Witch could read what was on the page, she just said that to throw the girl off. Slowly, the girl started to read the summons. As the words left her mouth, the room started to get very…very cold. <3>

IceTe3a: Flicking his smoke from his fingers it bounces off the floor and rolled down the pathway as it stops right in a haystack, it starts to smoulder eventually setting alight soon enough the entire place was catching on fire. His piercing green hues watch as everything starts to burn before him, without a care in the world he sets off down the beaten pathway as the houses burned down near him ash and smoke filling the sky leaving a mark in the sky that he was here and now no one else was, most people who saw this stood well clear of it as it was a mark of Ice and they feared for their lives as they hid for shelter. Coming to the final gate of the city wall he doesn’t bother turning to look at his work once more as he casually walks out of the city leaving it behind soon to be forgotten from his memory, the path wasn’t clear to him as he never had a plan of where he would go next only wandering aimlessly across the land’s until something more interesting came up before him. Taking in a deep breath through his nose the scent of air was thick still as crows started flocking from all directions ready to gorge themselves in the feast he had left behind, leaving nothing but bones to dry and crackle under the sun. Walking forward for awhile the city now far in the distance but the damage he had caused was still viewable from here as the grass was all but gone for at least a little while longer, eventually the dirt meets the line of fresh untouched grass he paced forward with his long strides as more crows filled the skies flying towards the city. He could hear horses but they were running away obviously whoever it was noticed the burning city and decided to run the other way, smart on their behalf, He was not going to give chase as it didn’t seem the worth was there, one or two men perhaps hardly worth the short sprint it take to catch them. He hears a female’s voice for a split second as his hues glance around nothing to be seen for miles was he going crazy? He shook it off as he continued to walk more as the females voice echo’s again a bit longer this time he growls slightly “Show yourself!” he echoed through the plains still.. Nothing as he comes to a full stand, he listens for a second.. Nothing but the crows fighting over meat in the city walls until.. more loud and clear the females voice she was chanting something but what and where was she? His muscles tighten and restrict almost like her words were wrapping around him in a tight grasp, he tries to move but his body won’t respond her words get louder as he can feel them crushing into his body, A spell circle with ancient ruins appears around his feet on the floor as it spins around and around his body starts to turn transparent and fade out of this world and into the next as he see’s glimpses of the world he’s being summoned to, a young female and a older female than it clicked, he was being force summoned by someone but who would have the stupidity or guts to summon him to their exact location? And what exactly did they want, he was going to find out one way or another, as long as he got his free will and wasn’t summoned into a holding spell of some kind he’d show them true fear. By now on the other side on their world his body would be flashing in and out of phasing appearing in front of their eyes and disappearing once the spell was complete he would be fully summoned to their would standing before them with his piercing green eyes staring right into their souls.

CharlotteCarrendar:- The crow in the witch’s home squawked louder as the silver haired elf continued to read the summons, while the witch rubbed her gnarled hands together – licking her old cracked lips. The corners of her mouth creeping upward ever slowly. The Witch would never have had the courage to read the summons herself. For one she wasn’t that stupid. The girl would be easy fodder for the daemon she was sure. “Louder….louder, child.” She encouraged, starting to shuffle around her cavern like home while the air grew colder by the second. The summons must have a tight reign upon him by now, the witch thought. From far and away the angered growl of a man’s voice cried “Show yourself!” This had the witch cackle as she knew it was working. The witch clapped her hands together for such evil, such darkness that the world had ever known was going to soon standing within her home. “Keep going!” The witch urged as the silver elf’s voice grew louder –her silvery locks whipping about her face as the swirl of icy wind whipped around her. A deep groan and then very rock of the cavern started to shake, as though an earth quake was going to rip through the side of the mountain. Almost there…she almost was done. One more line…One more sentence. A crack of lightning so bright that the crow was startled and flapped its wings in fright. The book snapped shut in the Silver elf’s hands and then fell to the floor before bursting into white hot flames. This caused the silver elf to jump back, but when she looked up, a dark skinned man was standing in front of her. His body covered in tattoos and markings. He smelt of blood; fresh blood. Why, he still had blood on his hands. The witch crowed and started to laugh, before she licked her lips and then bowed before the Legend of the book. She sniffed the air and smiled with wicked intent. “My lord. Welcome. I am your humble servant, and offer you the soul of the silver elf who so foolishly summoned you.” The witch thought that if Ice had the silver elf’s soul that the witch would go unpunished for the summons. The silver elf squeaked and started to back up. It was a trap that the witch had set. Using the girl for her own wicked ends. Silvery eyes filled with fear. The day had started so well, and now she was facing her end. The crow however knew better than the Witch and squawked loudly at Ice. His red eyes blinking in a code. Who do you trust? The frightened child, or the cackling old bat?<3>

IceTe3a: His body fully shifts over to the other realm where he was summoned, his hues flicker around the room as he notices the old witch who was welcoming him to her home, he stood tall as he breathed slowly his body free to his own wills as he glanced over to the silver haired elf who had so unwittingly summoned him so the witch used her to summon him. How interesting, did the witch think she could feed his thirst for blood with a mere elf, she would be wrong. His right hand adjusts the black collar decorated with silver spikes running across it, as a chain hangs down to his mid chest, his hues glance over to a crow who was asking him of who to trust. Trust? He trusted no one with nothing, as all else that fell before his blade “Neither” he said simply as he turned to the witch stepping towards her he gave her a sideways look as he arched a brow “You should know better” he said as he raised his right arm into the air the witch was lifted off the ground although he was not holding onto her. “But know this, your ideal’s will come in full this world will burn” he said as he clenched his fist the witch burst into flames he turned to the crow as he dropped his right arm down to his side the witches flaming body fell to the ground “What are you looking at, A crow with a side of compassion? Don’t make me laugh” as he remembered the young elf his hues glance over to her as a devilish smirk appears on his face “Your turn” he said as he slowly walked closer to her arms by his sides he was cocky as all hell, not once had he been defeated and this little elf was not going to be the one to defeat him, coming to a stand before her, she came up to his chin in height as his hues glance down to the dragons egg he shakes his head “Don’t you know stealing is bad” said with a twisted voice escaping his lips.

CharlotteCarrendar:- For all that the witch could see in her premonitions and foresight, she could not see her own demise which would come sooner rather than later as Ice taught her the ultimate lesson. The old woman croaked and gasped for air as she lifted up off the ground. Feet twitching beneath her tattered robes. Eyes of white soon became black as did the rest of her, when the witch’s body erupted into flame, just like the book. Nipati’s right hand shot up to her mouth to try and stifle her scream of horror. No mercy shown for the old woman. Those that play chance with death often end up losing. But the daemon was far from finished as he turned his attentions to the silver haired elf whose body was now trembling with fear. Ice strode over and stood bare inches from the elf and saw the dragon’s egg that she had stolen only a few hours earlier. “Your turn.” Her turn? She closed her eyelids tight as she could see her becoming something of a marshmellow being lit over a fire pit. But then he spoke of the dragon’s egg. “Don’t you know stealing is bad” How did he know she stole it? It could have been a gift, but the distant roar of the angered dragon would give away enough clues that it was stolen. “Would you believe I found it?” The silver haired elf said with a half smile and brought her shoulders up as though she knew she was in trouble and trying to get out of it. The Elf didn’t like the look on his face, that menacing grin. “You know…I was just about to go and put it right back…but…but you see…it’s Mummy, decided to chase me….and well then I fell down into this hole.” She started to talk as though she was calling a race. “…then I bumped into…the witch you just incinerated…and…yes..stealing is bad, isn’t it?” She tried to back up and away from the daemon, as she bumped into a small table behind her which stopped her escape. <3>

Chapter Four

Lullaby

Writers
CharlotteCarrendar
IceTe3a

IceTe3a: Rolling to lay on his back his arms resting behind his head as he gives a slight growl of defiance to what had just happened, she was able to summon a sword and shield and with that break his charm on her. Just what exactly was she, obviously an elf but she was more than that, had she practiced magic beforehand? Or was this just pure dumb luck, these questions and more would run through his mind all night long as he watches the night sky. Licking his lips he sat up, his hues settled down to a piercing green color as they scan the darkness around them then flicker over to nip. “What a bore” he said as he sighed, he didn’t like being trapped, someone’s prisoner; he much preferred to be free and do what he pleased. Glancing down to the chain he knew it was useless to even attempt to break it, as he had tried thousands of times before hand and even more so when he was free, the collar and chain were stuck to him for life. By now his body was fully recovered as all previous wounds he had gained that day were now gone, coming to a stand he walked as far as the chain would allow him which wasn’t far away from nip a meter at best. The cool breeze of the night air whipped around his face and into his hair as his snow white hair dances into the wind. “This place is too peaceful for someone like me” he let slip past his lips as he turned to face nip and shook his head “Way to peaceful, bloody children. I’d be surprised if there was another bad soul in this entire land let alone someone who was actually able to tame me” he chuckled with a smile. Talking to himself to pass the time was one of Ice’s quirks as he sat down with his arms resting on his knees and his back resting on his rather large broadsword, which appeared and disappeared as he pleased his back facing her as his hues watch the surroundings. Night finally turns to morning as he watched the sun slowly rise, the planets animals were already up and about doing their daily business as the fire had gone down to a low smouldering coal his breathing was deep and controlled he had to admit it had been quite awhile since he had been out on a killing spree, before he was summoned to this planet he was busy destroying a entire city but before that it had been at least a good 12 years since he had let himself go wild and go out on a rampage, He was pure evil itself but only when he needed to be. Back in his realm where he chose to live the human realm he fought other daemons for fun and money. He wasn’t well known there nor did he want to be it was where he stayed to get away from it all there was obviously more to him than the eyes showed. Born into the humans realm he was under their hand, moulded by hatred as they trained him to be a weapon, a killing machine for their use nothing more nothing less. He never had any true friends nor did he want them as the company of elder slayers that he was born to removed all emotions from his body and soul as to not interfere with Ice’s judgments whilst killing. He knew he was nothing more than an object for others, a weapon at best and that is why he hated to be chained up, to have any orders given to him; defiant by nature or defiant by subconscious no one could tell and no one ever would be able to. He was fine with what he was and the way he was, he was a daemon son of the late Sparda, now dead by his own hand and with it taken the crown and rule of hell itself. Another day awaits him but what would happen with him today, and how much will Nip learn today he was unsure as his path was no longer his own to see.

CharlotteCarrendar:- The smouldering embers released a dark grey smoke into the air that filtered around the small camp where Nip lay curled up next to her sword and shield. The tiny head of the dragon peeked out of her coat and spotted the Daemon standing just a metre away. Bravely it hissed angrily at the daemon before retreating into the warmth of the Elf’s coat. The hiss was loud enough for the elf to hear, and this started to slowly rouse her from her slumber. With bits of leaf matter and twigs in her hair, she sat up awkwardly; scratching at her cheek as she viewed her surrounds, only to see the daemon standing there. Course, he had been talking on and off all night, which drifted into her subconscious. Hard to believe that he would keep that going with no one to listen but the wind. He must truly love the sound of his own voice above all others. The Elf didn’t bother with a greeting or any friendly kind of banter since the daemon would only spin it on her and twist his reply into some kind of nasty retort. The Elf pushed herself up off the ground, and started to pick the leaves and bits out of her hair, whilst staring at the daemon. “We will need to find food at some point this day. There is a village a good hours walk from here.” She wasn’t asking that they go there, but rather putting it plainly. How she thought of what to pay for food with, was the part she hadn’t quite worked out. “It’s a trading post near the great river.” Her plan was that once they had gotten food, she might be able to steal a vessel and travel far from the land of mortals. The last thing they needed the King of Hell setting up residence. Nip picked up the shield first and strapped it to her back while the sword she tied to a loop on her belt. Once it was secure, she kicked dirt onto the embers to put the fire out properly. Without announcing her intent, she started off, so the daemon would have no choice but to follow or risk being dragged along behind. <3>

IceTe3a: His hues flicker over to the chirp of the baby dragon who just hissed at him, brave little thing “I’ll show you a hiss” he growled as he watched the dragons head pop back into the coat of the elf. She rose quite slowly for a thief and slept quite sound as well, as he watched her pick the leaves and twigs out of her hair ‘We need food, there’s a town not too far away’ she stated to him which made him growl lightly, she was already ordering him around subconsciously this he did not like. “I am not something you can just drag around where ever you please” he sighed as he watched her kick dirt from the ground into last night’s fireplace covering what’s left of it. Stretching slightly he didn’t get much of a chance to as his chain pulled forward she was already on the move as he quick stepped to catch up and start walking behind her, he looked down and arched a brow “What do you think I’ll do once we’re in the town” he said simply then went silent for a change as his hues flicker around the terrain a town only a hours walk for her, but she was slow. Ice on the other hand would be able to get there in no time at all with his running speed it take him 20 minutes flat to arrive at the edge of the town. Hues glance up to the morning sky as a bird of prey screeches up high, a hunter out to find its prey it seemed everything was wanting its morning meal from the smallest of creatures to humankind. Pulling a cigarette from in his jeans pocket he places it in between his lips, clicking his fingers together a flame appears on top of his index finger, bringing it closer he draws in as the tip of the cigarette catches a light. Shaking his hand the flame disappears as he takes in a long drag, moments later he sighs with relief as a cloud of smoke floats up into the sky. It had been at least 10 minutes since they started walking, he hadn’t been really paying attention to what was going on or where they were as he kept to himself for now, his concentration was obviously elsewhere than this reality.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Oh but he was something she could drag around. Every move, every step she took he had to fall into line, or risk being dragged along the ground. It wasn’t what a great and powerful daemon like Ice see as being much fun. The Elf’s stomach rumbled slightly as she padded her way through the forest with the daemon keeping pace with her; stride for stride. An hour might not seem like a long time, but when you haven’t eaten for a few days, every minute seemed to drag on. The day was simply beautiful, with the way littered with abundant wildflowers and all manner of fauna frolicking in the warmth of the summer sun. Almost like a type of utopia, all of which would be totally alien to a killing machine like Ice. Birds twittered and butterflies fluttered all around. The Elf seemed to blend naturally into this environment, even with the glint of the silver sword and shield on her back. The sun illuminated the tiny beads of perspiration that dotted her skin like dew on a flower’s petals. The hush of the forest was broken by the daemon asking a fairly obvious question. “What do you think I’ll do once we’re in the town” This was pretty easy to answer. “Be a nuisance. Kill a few, maim a lot. I can see the village tavern being torched to the ground before you have even had a chance to grab a glass of ale.” Least she was now clued in on how the daemon held no life or town as sacred. Her voice was fairly flat. There was no musical edge like you would expect from such a dainty elf. But after the last two days with the Daemon, he had killed a certain element of her spirit. But was she having an effect on him? You could see the tops of houses through the trees, and they were almost there. A town of about five hundred souls, who had no idea that hell…was fast approaching.<3>

IceTe3a: She had surprised him with her answer as she said exactly what he expected he was going to do, than if she cherished life so much why would she bring a uncontrollable monster like him into a populated area? Simple, she was selfish, gluttony and greed being her sins for this time being as he shook his head, the wonders of the mortal races never ceased to surprise him how thoughtless they were but how righteous they thought they really where if only their eyes were open to the truth perhaps than they’d see who the bigger monster actually was. The sunshine.. Everything so peaceful, it was weird to Ice he did not belong in here and as he passed through the forest you could feel the woodland creatures going dead quiet until he had passed through and was at a safe distance from them. Sooner than expected his hues glanced upon the roof tops through the tree line, they were close to the town mere minutes away. A devilish smirk chiselled across his face as his hues burn a bright red glow, his tongue licking the edge of his lips for a mere moment before disappearing back into its place. He wondered how the towns people would react to a person such as himself, even more how they’d react to seeing Nip having him collared and chained to her by force. Oh the joys that will soon follow, he will reap the rich and sweet rewards that are laid before his feet and leave nothing behind this was going to be fun as an Idea popped into his head, a sinister one. His hues change to a dull green as his cloak and broadsword disappear into thin air, leaving his blood-soaked and torn jeans the only thing he was wearing along with his boots. His upper torso covered with scars of different shapes and sizes, a few punch bruises appear on his face and body from his magical flow, he was going to play the part of a force collared poor soul, brutally beaten and starved by this wicked and evil elf that held him prisoner, oh how the people would react to a sight such like this, he made no sound gave away no hints to his plans as he followed her at a close distance, when the time came and they would get closer to the town he’d start limping and walking as if he was in pain and beaten, forced to walk against his will. ‘And.. here we go’ he thought to himself with a devilish grin as his eyes flash from dull green to bright red and back again.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Yes, it was a trading station for many things. From food and produce, to livestock and fowl. But the part she didn’t tell him was it was a slave market as well. Yes, due to the location, there were those that bought and sold slaves from far off lands. So…when the daemon thought he would be a cheeky devil and alter his appearance to make it look like this wicked Elf had beaten and collared the poor wretched soul, she was just…another trader. The township was made from stone structures and many wooden dwellings. It was heavily populated for such a small village and the calls of the market place filled the air, as many a trader was shouting the wonders of his wares. Nip glanced back over her shoulder at the limping daemon who had discarded his jacket and sword and now was just wearing jeans, and little else. “Really?” she mused as the elf shook her head. One portly woman was leaving a tavern wearing many jewels and finery. A classy dame was this one and she clapped eyes on the tall..dark…and beaten daemon. “Oh…myyy.” she gasped, clasping her chubby fingers over her luminous breasts. “How…much?” The woman chimed as she licked her crimson stained lips. Nip stopped just before her and cocked her head to the right. “What?” The woman went to paw at the daemon’s forearm, her eyes ravishing him then and there. “I want to buy him from you. One hundred gold pieces.” Now that was a lot of money in those times, and Nip’s eyes widened. “For him?” Almost incredulous at the woman’s offer. Even if Nip could release him, she had to wonder just what the woman intended. Nip glanced back at the Daemon, positive he had something to say about this. <3>

IceTe3a: He arches a brow as they walked into the village all along he was playing the poor trapped soul, limping away until he realized this world dealt in slave trading “Fuck..” he said softly to himself as he came to a tall stand and started walking normally, he glanced around at the town market as he could see traders trying to pitch off livestock to other humans, perhaps this place wasn’t as sweet as he first thought it was as he smirked. Suddenly his attention was ripped from him and pointed towards Nip and the older… chubbier lady who was discussing a price to buy him, ‘good luck with that one’ he thought to himself. His hues glanced over the fat lard as it’s hand extended out with intention to touch him, this he really didn’t like… he hated to be touched, with his right hand he gripped her fingers and twisted her wrist in a lock position within an instant she fell to her knees in pain, if one were to look over him again they’d see him standing there cloak back on with his broadsword reattached to his back, all the visible wounds and bruises had all but disappeared, his eyes were a flaming red color as he growled baring his sharp teeth “If you’re fat sausages ever attempt to touch me again you oversized land whale, I will tear your spinal cord out of your ass.” He kneeled down so his lips were near the older woman’s ear “Now get the fuck out of my sight you fat lard” he pushed her hand downwards as he came to a stand and turned around to notice Nip was staring at him “What?” he simply stated with a growl, he was obviously pissed off that someone almost touched him, this obviously was one of his boundaries people should not cross.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The older woman let out a wail of protest and pain so loud that many a villager stopped what they were doing to watch. Falling to her large knees while the daemon (who was now wearing his cloak and sword) was giving her the riot act for daring to touch his person. Now, Nip had learnt this truth first hand and wouldn’t touch him if she could avoid it, however the terrified older woman had no clue. No clue just who she was dealing with. Her eyes were rimmed with tears and she was certain he had broken her wrist in the act to send her to the ground in a heap. “You beast!…You heathen!” she crowed as many were now coming out to see the spectacle. Attention that Nip didn’t really want at this stage. Her stomach was growling louder than ever and she was so close to the food market, she could have been carried away by the smells and exotic scents. “What?” the Daemon growled at the Elf when he had threatened to rip the woman’s spinal cord out her ass. “I can see why you have never had a love of your own.” That was a fair call. Moving on past the gawking spectators, they approached the food market stalls. Each was from a different part of the provinces. The smell of cooking meat may well have enticed the daemon. <3>

IceTe3a: His hues flicker from Nip to the surrounding people and then back at her as she started to walk towards the food markets, his chain pulling him along into line as he was still worked up about being touched, his hues still burning a bright fire red as he glared at people passing by. They enter the food markets where the smells were rich from the cooking foods of many nations Ice could pick a few of the smells almost being like other foods he has smelled in the past coming up right behind her he glanced down as he towered over her, she was obviously hungry but he doubted she had any source of income to support her needs for food. “Will you die of hunger?” he smirked as he chuckled glancing by he noticed another person walking dangerously close to him, his arm extends outwards as he picks up the small hand by his shirt lifting him to see into his daemonic eyes, his other hand rips the coin purse from the persons belt “Problem?” he growled as the person was about to protest but instead shook his head repeatedly, tossing him to the ground he watched as the male ran off into the distance. His hues flicker down to Nip as he giggles the coin purse “Shall we make a deal, Since I don’t require food or substance to survive. Just how dearly do you.. hold your own life?” he chuckled as he held the Coin purse high in his hand, it disappeared only to be re-summoned by him at any given time he pleases. “You could buy yourself a feast with that kind of coinage.. A room for the night with a comfortable bed.. a warm bath” his silver tongue was doing its work as his fiery daemonic eyes almost seemed inviting “Doesn’t that sound like a welcomed pleasure? All you have to do is make a deal with me..” he smirks as he leans down to look into her eyes “So what will it be? Freshly cooked meat a warm bed and a hot bath? Or..” his hues glance over to a pile of rotting vegetables and meats obviously food for the live stock “Whatever that is” his hues glance back to her as they turn from his Daemonic red to piercing green.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Nip was so very hungry. Her mouth was practically salivating from all the exotic and tasty aromas that were teasing her senses. So many things to choose from, but of course she didn’t have a coin to her name. That was when the daemon seized the moment and the opportunity to do some dastardly deed. He stole a coin purse and a rather large one from a local who had ran off in fright from the daemon. It was at this weak moment, that the wicked daemon started to make her a deal. He didn’t require food or drink to sustain him, unlike the elf who was half starved. Plus she had a baby dragon to feed. The silver tongued daemon tempted her with all the food she could eat, a room at one of the inns in a soft bed, a warm bath…luxuries to a weary traveller and her pet dragon. His face was one that masked his true intent. Practically leering at her, as he continued unashamedly with his offer of the deal. Question was, what exactly did he want in return for a night of splendour at the market village. The trick part of the deal was the line “how dearly did she hold her own life?” Now this was an easy one to answer. Of course she valued her life, who wouldn’t; unless you were already dead. Folding her arms, she stared back at the daemon and asked. “And..what exactly do you want in exchange?” <3>

IceTe3a: He smiled his white perfect teeth showing as he leaned back ‘What exactly do you want’ she had said as he arched a brow, Obviously she couldn’t release him that was beyond both their powers at this point of time, her soul? Nah not worth it, he could rip it from her with in a second if he had half the chance then it clicked.. he could secure his safety from her with ease, she was oblivious to all the powers she possessed over him as he came back to reality. “Simple request.. Nothing much on your behalf” he glances over to her “You are never to say I Order you to, ever and lastly you are never to touch me in any way, shape or form.. if you break either of these after the deal is struck… you forfeit your soul” he smiled as he extended his hand his daemonic symbol glowing on his palm as he arched a brow the next part was waiting for her to fall into the trap, will she take the deal, only time will tell.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Now this was tempting. The Elf thought for a moment, but it was when he stretched out his hand and the demonic symbol was etched into his skin, she knew that this was no ordinary handshake. If she broke the agreement by a simple thing like touching him…WHICH could happen quite easily if he so much as fell over at her feet on one wrong pull of the chain – it meant her handing over her soul. Her silvery eyes narrowed as the temptation was building. The growling of her stomach growing. She had to eat…she needed coins. Was it worth her soul for a single night? Unfolding her arms, she looked about set to shake on the deal, when instead she reached around behind her and took off her shield, placing it on the ground in the middle of the food court with the hollow side facing up. The small dragon popped it’s head out from her jacket as the Elf cleared her throat. What she did next, was to shock the daemon and probably a few passersby. Nip burst into song. The song of the High elves. Her hands gestured as many stopped to hear the magic that was her voice. Mesmerized by her song, the sound of clinking coins was heard falling into her shield. <3>

IceTe3a: He watches her as she starts to unfold her hands, she was seriously thinking about it. He almost had her, she wouldn’t be able to order him around.. He licked his lips “Go on, what could go wrong” he smirked as he arched a brow, her hand extended behind her back as she pulled out her shield leaving the hollow point showing on the floor almost like a bowl of some sort, he arched a brow what was she doing.. as he glanced up at her he saw her lips part he knew the deal was not going through at this point, the symbol on his hand disappearing as he sighed slightly he sat down near her whilst she stood there in front of the bowl than his ears perk. Singing.. In elvish the tone was beautiful and calming.. it went right through him as he glanced up at Nip, it was her? She was the one singing? This had him surprised as her voice sounded more.. mature.. more advanced an old soul was singing, not the child he knew as nip as he glanced around people came to listen as the song filled their hearts, their coins filled her shield. Then he noticed he was getting drowsy his eyelids slowly getting heavier, his head slowly falling down as he forced it back up attempting to stay awake what was this..what was happening to him.. Ice had never felt being tired before as he never got tired, let alone fall asleep, he’s never fallen asleep. He tries to fight it as her words dig deep into him for some reason they had a affect on him as he laid down on the ground his body given up to the sweet sound but his eyelids stayed defiant as they opened and closed every so often “what’s going.. on..” he said softly as he fell into a sleep for the first time of his life. An odd effect on the daemonic king indeed, than again he never gave anyone the chance to sing near him otherwise he would have known exactly what was happening, he was in a deep slumber soon to wake up once the song was over confused about what happened that would be for sure.

CharlotteCarrendar:- They say that the right song can soothe the savage beast. But what Nip didn’t know was that it could also…put him to sleep. As she sang her heart out, putting such emotion into her words, the daemon’s head drooped. He fought it as best he could but the melody, the voice had reached deep inside of him and somehow relaxed him to the point that he went off into a very deep slumber. He was even snoring. Nip brought the song to a close and many clapped and cheered for her wonderful musical talent. More coins fell in her shield. Enough to not only buy her a meal but a place to spend the night – maybe even enough to feed her dragon. Kneeling down, she scooped up the many coins and started to fill her empty pocket as the daemon beside her started to rouse from his slumber looking confused by what had happened. Nip glanced at him and asked. “Have a nice nap?” <3>

IceTe3a: His eyes drowsy as he heard people talking and clapping he was waking up as he rubbed his face with one hand “Ugh..” he grumbled as he opened his eyes he looked up to see nip staring down at him asking if he had a nice nap “A what..? Nap? “ he had to think for a moment as it registered “I don’t sleep, never have” he came to a stand slowly as he stood there still waking up from what had happened “What did you do to me..” he said in a sleepy tone he shakes his head trying to shake it off as he stretches. Hearing the jingle of coin in her pockets he knew she had done well for herself as he arched a brow “Seems like you do have some use to you after all” he said as he glanced around “What’s next” he grumbled softly as he was still unsure what had just happened to him and how she was able to do this to him. Glancing around everyone had moved on as they went back to their daily lives, did she knock him out with a blow to the head? He rubbed the back of his head trying to feel for a bump or a wound of some kind as he grumbled still confused; she wouldn’t be able to put a hit on him like that without him knowing at least. Turning to face her she was busy with her own things as he glanced down to her and grumbled again “What happened?!” he demanded to know at this point “How?!” was his next question as he waited there, you could see he was starting to get angry, his white hair had a black color slowly taking over the white from the roots he was about to snap and it wasn’t going to be pretty.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Seeing the great daemon act so weary and groggy from his sleep was in a way amusing. He clearly didn’t understand what had happened because he never sleeps. Well, that was until the Elf sang. Somehow this was one form of controlling the daemon that had no possible idea of. Probably because he had never encountered a singing Elf before. Checking her pocket flap was secure Nip reached down to take up her shield, and lace it back onto her back. All the while the Daemon was getting more and more annoyed. The town’s people had gone back to their usual daily tasks and this left him even more confused. Had the Elf struck him? If she had, he would have felt a bump for sure, but there was none. It was when he roared “How?!” that Nip finally twigged that he was not going to move on until he knew what she had done to him. Rounding on him, she said quite simply. “I sang a song for my supper rather than make a deal with you.” It was the honest truth. “You…then nodded off to the land of dreams.” So she was more than just a simple elf. She had the power of her song to relax him into slumber. Nip was more dangerous than he could possibly have imagined. <3>

IceTe3a: He watches her with both eyes keeping a close gaze upon her, she came around close to him and said in a quiet tone that she merely sung a song in her native tongue and he had fallen asleep to it. This can’t be possible.. That’s never happened before, but how could he be sure? He’s never had an elf sing to him before as it clicked, he remembered hearing singing and finding out it was indeed nip that the song was coming from; this all came back to him as he remembered feeling tired all of a sudden. She had this kind of power over him? How? Obviously it wasn’t the collars doing, was it something the elves were able to do? He was curious more than ever as he had never had this happen to him before “What are you..” he said in low tone as he glanced down to her so many questions now racing through her head, just exactly what has he found himself in? She was growing stronger with each day that passes.. slowly she was figuring a lot out and soon enough she’d start finding out things about him and her powers over him this couldn’t happen.. he can’t let that happen. It’s bad enough that she can now simply sing and put him into a deep sleep, she had merely sung for a moment and put him to sleep what would happen if she sung for an extended period of time? He didn’t want to find out right at this point that’s for sure.

CharlotteCarrendar:- The daemon looked horrified that the girl had the power to put him to sleep just by merely singing. He begged the question. “What are you?” Now he was on the back foot for the first time since they had met. He had experienced many feats in his years, and so many had fallen to his schemes and trickery – others met with death. But this one elf, the small thief from the witches’ tunnels had more power than he realized and….it was growing. Every time they touched she grew stronger; whether she knew it or not. Her answer to his question was simply one word. “Hungry.” Which she was of course. She started for the first stall that sold roasted meats, and here she bought a bag full for her baby dragon, who was already chirping within her coat. The next stall sold flagons of wine, and here she bought two. Nip went to six stalls in all, buying enough food and drink to keep her going through the day and night. But what she needed most of all was to wash and a place to sleep for the night. With many a coin still in her pocket, she pointed out a lavish looking Inn. “I think we should get a room there.” There was no asking Ice, since he would probably have another go at her, so instead she led him to the Inn. The sun was at the top of the sky and many enjoyed a meal while listening to a small pipe band in the village square. It was relatively peaceful still, since the Daemon had not started to tear the place apart. But would he chance it, if all she had to do was sing a simple song to knock him out. <3>

IceTe3a: He grumbled as he followed her through the stores watching what she bought and what they were selling he shook his head, useless items “Seriously wine? As if I want to see you drunk” he said grumbling as he followed her around to each stall, this place was to peaceful he noticed a storeman staring at him his eyes flashed red “What are you looking at?!” he growled towards the man who stepped back shaking his head, his chain pulls him away before he could finish what he started, another food stall, seriously who ate this much. He glanced over to a Inn that she was pointing at ‘We’ll stay here’ he arched a brow as they walked to the inn “We?” he grumbled as she had included her “I’m not going to get stuck in a small room with you, No way” he refused as he was dragged along by the chain attached to her wrist, he grumbled as he glanced down to it. If only he could harm her, he’d chop her hand off and just slip the chain off her arm it was so simple… yet so hard as he grumbled once more at this point he shrugged it off as he remained silent once more. Pulling out a simple dagger that was well hidden in his jeans he starts flicking it around his palm and hand with ease, flicking it through fingers and throwing it up and down it weapons came naturally to him, as he looked around the market place walking to fast he walks straight behind Nip and bumps straight into her subconsciously his left hand wraps around her and supports her stomach so she doesn’t fall forward, it took him a moment to realize what was going on, he quickly removed his hand and grumbled “Hurry up will you” he said before going back to playing with his knife.

CharlotteCarrendar: – With enough food and drink held in small bags Nip was ready to go and find a room at the town inn where she had hoped to bathe and get clean from her journey. The wine she bought was something she enjoyed with a meal but was also good to trade with, which is why she bought two. The daemon seemed to think she would drink it all, but she simply shook her head. Leading the daemon through the remainder of the market, she got a shock when he bumped into her after not looking where he was going. The way he placed his arm around her to stop her from falling almost made her lose her breath. He touched her…in a protective way. Surely he would give anything to kill her to be free from the collar and chain. The action haunted her for the next few minutes, as she tried to focus on getting to the Inn. The Daemon urged her to hurry, and she did which only meant he had to keep up. At the inn, the Innkeeper was a portly man. Well fed and well to do. He watched with growing concern at the pair. The daemon giving off a very bad vibe. “How may I help you both?” He asked with a raised brow. Nip took out a handful of coins and handed them over. “A room with a hot bath and two beds.” She said, watching for his reaction. The Innkeeper took the coin but advised he had a room with a bath…but one large bed. Ugh…that would mean they would be sleeping in it. Especially, if she sang him to sleep. “Fine…we’ll take it.” Without waiting to hear the daemon’s argument, she let the Innkeeper show them to their room. It was a large suite, with a copper bathtub and a fire beneath to heat the water. A king sized bed with fresh linen and of course a large book case that held many tomes to keep one busy whilst they stayed. The room smelt strongly of lavender and cinnamon. When the Inn keeper left them to their devices, the Elf started to take off her weapons, and then the baby dragon which she sat on the bed in her jacket. Seeing the steam rise off the bath water, she asked the daemon. “Shall I scrub your back?” <3>

IceTe3a: He walked into the inn his thick blackened boots stamping heavily on the ground as his hues glance around the place, people were staring.. at him, he gave a snarl as a low growl came out. His eyes glaring across the room at the people now pretending they never had even dared to look at him, as he felt his chain be pulled he walks with Nip as they reach the counter, but he was still watching other people making sure no one was staring at him, until his ears perked ‘One bed’ he turned to dispute this as it was already too late he was being dragged up behind her, this chain was way to short… and brought him way to close to her, he would have to talk to her about it later. As they were shown the room he waited until the inn keeper was gone as he turned on the ball of his feet “I am not sleeping in a bed with you, I’ll stand the entire night” he growled as he glared at her “And another thing, Would it kill you to give out some more of the chain? You realize it’s a magical chain!? You can lengthen it to as long as you want, or shorten it to as short as you want?! Just think about it and it’s done!” he unwittingly just taught her something new, a new power for her to use against him then he heard it ‘Shall I scrub your back’ he growled “I am not getting in that tub with you” he growled once more as he shook his head and turned his back to her, he was getting stressed out that much was obvious.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Extend the chain? All she had to do was think it and it happened? Now this was a new bit of information that could save them both from being so close together all the time. For the first time since they met, she agreed and thought about the chain. Sure enough it gave him an extra metre and then stopped lengthening. Now she was going to prepare for the bath, but she wanted him to bathe first. “I’m not getting in with you; I am simply going to wash your back.” She turned around to give him some privacy. “Let me know when you are in, and then I can start.” If he did this, she would get some soap and a sponge ready to wash him. <3>

IceTe3a: A sigh of relief came from his lips as the chain extended, ‘about fucken time’ he thought to himself as he walked back a bit further away from her. He was able to move without having her so close, he stretched and started moving about a bit more freely. She had explained that she wasn’t going to get into the bath with him that she was going to wash him that was all. “What do I look like to you” he growled as she had her back turned from he walked over to the window, opening it up he had enough chain to spare as he leaned against the open window lighting a cigarette he sighed as he took a deep breath of smoke into his body only to blow it out moments later. He went silent refusing to strip or go into the bath and wash “I’ll pass on that bath” he said simply as he waved it off and continued to have a smoke just near the window. He wasn’t going to let her treat him like one of her trinkets or objects, so he stayed defiant and much more simple he just didn’t want a bath with her or without her and she wouldn’t be able to force him to have one.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Hearing the window open, was not what Nip expected when she thought he would be getting into the bath. Looking over her shoulder she saw him, leaning out the window smoking his cigarette. Maybe it was a good thing she extended the chain. Least she didn’t have to put up with his smell. “Fine.” She said, starting to disrobe so she herself may bathe. After not having a wash for some time, she had wanted to freshen up badly. Stepping into the hot bath waters she let out a pleasurable sigh, before sinking right under. Her hair flowed beneath the soapy water surface and on coming up her hair was flat to her head, gleaming a magnificent shade of silver. With the soap and sponge she started to clean her body, and as she did so, she hummed a musical tune. A sweet song…one that the Daemon may not have heard before. <3>

IceTe3a: His hues flickered over the town as he watched the people busy at work in the late afternoon, darkness was almost upon them as he heard her disapprove of his defiance at least she didn’t force it onto him as he continued to smoke out to the window. Hearing the water move he knew she had taken to the bath as he rolled his eyes “I don’t think I’ve ever had a bath, Does rain count?” he said generally as he continued to watch the last of the people start to pack up shop, others were heading to the local inn and tavern for a feed and mead as he shook his head. His ears perk as he hears her start to hum a tune his muscles flex slightly as he growls “Don’t start singing” he said in a low tone as his hand rested on the wooden windowsill he was squeezing the wood as it started to crackle and buckle under the pressure of his hand. His eyes wide awake as the humming didn’t seem to affect him it must have been her voice, he was unsure as he turned around his hues fall upon her as he continues to smoke.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Nip was washing her arm when the daemon asked. “I don’t think I have had a bath. Does rain count?” It actually made her giggle. “I’ve washed in the rain. Danced in it too. Wonderful feeling in the summer time.” This was probably the first time they had had a light hearted exchange. Course he had to go and growl at her humming a tune – which didn’t have the same affect on him as her singing voice did. When he turned around, he would be able to see only the top part of her shoulders and head out of the water, the rest of her naked form was beneath the soapy waters. Then a long slender leg was raised up to the surface and out as she started to wash it with the soapy sponge, her foot twirling at the ankle as she continued to hum quietly. “You don’t know what you are missing.” She said in a sing song voice. <3>

IceTe3a: His hues were looking at her but he did not care that she was naked, this never affected him at all as he had no interest in that side of life. Leaving the cigarette to hang in between his lips he took a drag every so often as she giggled about his question on the rain. Nodding slightly he shrugs “The rain washes the blood off me while I’m walking around” he said in his cold voice as usual. He arches a brow as she kicks her leg out and starts scrubbing it, “I’ll never understand your need to be so clean when you’re going to get dirty the next day” he shrugs as she started to hum again, ignoring his demand for her to stop then she went and sung out on purpose her response ‘you don’t know what you are missing’ he growls as he knows she was teasing him since she sung it out “Do you want to piss me off” his hues were changing from green to red once more, as his daemonic eyes came out to play, even still he kept his distance from the tub and her in it as he watched her waiting for her response.

CharlotteCarrendar: Slowly Nip lowered her leg back into the bath water and finished her bathing, only to rise up and collect the towel that was on the side table. She stepped out and started to dry herself as the fire beneath the bath helped to keep her warm. The Daemon was growling again, and this time he started to threaten her with his eyes changing from the shade of green to a more violent red. “Do you want to piss me off?” Such a hot head. And they were getting along well, she had thought. So much for that. She took out a robe from the closet and then placed it on, before rubbing her wet hair with the towel. “Do you want me to sing you a lullaby?” Oh now she was the one doing the threatening, but in a gentile way. She smiled at the Daemon as she crossed the floor to the bed and sat near her baby dragon, who was waiting hungrily to be fed. She took out the bag of cooked meat and started to feed the hungry dragon, who chirped after every mouthful. <3>

IceTe3a: His hues follow her as she goes to slip on a bath robe only to turn around and threaten him with singing a lullaby, she dared threaten him? This wasn’t going to sit well with him as he let go of the windowsill “By the time you’ve opened your mouth I’d have burned half this town down” he growls as he extends his arm out of the window his palm opened and extended fully ready to start blasting out random fireballs at a moment’s notice, the power swirls in his arm as it collects out just in front of his palm. He was preparing to let out an onslaught of fireballs at once all across the town, A single fireball doesn’t take this long to muster up, he was building his energy for a lot more. His eyes meet hers as she falls onto the bed and starts to feed the baby dragon “Tell me young elf, could you live with yourself? Knowing your arrogance was the cause of the death of the towns people and their homes?” he smirked wickedly as he had just stepped up the playing field a result of her threat, being empty or not still didn’t hold enough weight to it to put fear into him. He was as defiant as ever and rather than say he usually does first and says later a lesson most learn fast.

CharlotteCarrendar: The Elf’s eyes locked onto the wicked Daemon, who was about to launch a fire ball upon the unsuspecting town below. Oh he was going to use that trick against her now. Not on her watch. How dare he say that she could not live with herself for being arrogant towards him. But he forgot that he had given her a new skill. As she sat on the bed she raised her arm that on the wrist had the chain attached. “Shorten.” She said and thought it at the same time. What this would do would make him fly across the room to her to land at the foot of the bed due to her ability to shorten or lengthen the chain at will. She then went back to feeding her baby dragon, if the attempt worked. <3>

IceTe3a: Her eyes were locked with his as he snarled at her, what was she thinking? He thought to himself as he watched her with a deadly glare his palm at the ready to blast fireballs out to the townspeople who knew nothing about what was going on. Suddenly he heard it “Shorten” he knew what she was doing as his right hand latched around the chain near his collar his muscles flexed and hardened as he stood in place able to keep the chain at the same length it was, his muscles shaking at the raw force he was using to keep it there, the chain itself still attempting to shorten after a few moment of being able to rebel the chain it finally took over as his legs gave way and he came flying towards her head first and slid across the bed. Now laying down just before the foot of the bed he took up the entire width of the bed with his feet hanging off the end he grumbled as he rolled onto his back and glared up at her only to notice she had gone back to feeding her baby dragon. She had successfully pulled him over to be ontop of the bed as he laid there but she wouldn’t be able to keep him there, she hadn’t learned how to order him nor had she learned why he didn’t want her touching him both had valid reasons behind them. He watched her as his eyes continued to study her, she would have to fall asleep soon and when she did he’d be able to do as he pleased and she would be none the wiser.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Sure enough the power of the mind to shorten the chain had been in her favour and as hard as the daemon struggled he was ripped off his feet and flew across the room to land on the bed. He took up the entire width of the bed and angrily stared at her for what she just did. His grumbling went unnoticed in light of feeding her baby dragon, who by now had a fat little tummy and was yawning, ready for a sleep. Nip made a bed for the dragon as far from the daemon as possible, so he couldn’t try anything funny under her watch. When she felt her point was made, she said “Lengthen” and the chain did just that. Nip laid down beside the daemon and looked at him thoughtfully. “Are you that bored that you want to blow up the villagers, or simply to make a point with me of your power?” she asked. <3>

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IceTe3a: He watches as she continued to feed the dragon until it was full, and then make it a bed which it happily rested in. Once the dragon was comfortable and started to fall asleep she laid down next to him and lengthened the chain, she was closer to him by choice as he shifted his weight. She asked him if he was simply bored or was trying to make a point with attempting to blow up the villagers and their town. He didn’t bother answering he simply disappeared from her sight or so it seemed, in reality he had just moved fast off the bed and out the window as he sat on top of the roof in the darkness of the night looking out at the night sky as he lit another cigarette he had completely ignored her on purpose. The chain would show her exactly where he was as it laid across the floor and out the windowsill, he didn’t feel comfortable having her that close and he didn’t want her to touch him that was for sure as he laid down on top of the room with a sigh and closed his eyes for a moment whilst smoking.

CharlotteCarrendar: That moment that the daemon seemed to vanish was so fast, that it had Nip blink. Where did he go? And why? The trail of the chain showed he went out the window and he couldn’t have been too far. But his reason to flee. Was it bad to lay next to him? Was he fearful of intimacy? It was not like she would ever try anything with him, but maybe he felt vulnerable about being touched. That seemed to be the issue before when they first arrived in the village. Nip sat up for a moment and remembered that she hadn’t eaten. A small box of food was in one of the bags and she took it out and opened it. Quietly, she sat on the bed and started to eat. The small dragon started to snore softly and she had to admit he was very cute. How long he would stay that size was a mystery. Once finished, the elf set down the food box and then crawled across the bed to curl up with the small dragon. He was the only thing she truly didn’t want the daemon to attack. In the quiet of the night, the elf finally fell asleep. <3>

With the rush of energy that scourged through her nerves and muscle tissues, Gabriel started to regain her consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open, her bright blue eyes retaining their brilliant glow but then faded to a soft but dull gleaming look. Her arms rose to have her palms rest upon the dry black top as she pushed her torso up off the ground and brought her knees under her. Gabriel straightened ber back and she was now sitting on her knees, turning her head to look at the little girl who laid next to her from the collapse of energy. She reached over to only brush her blonde hair out of the way of her face then looked around to see if there was anyone around them. She sighed in relief to see that there was no one else around then moved closer to Sarah, watching over her so no one can take her away from her sight.

-Mean while Arren prepared Jalal and Imay. Arren was looking at them with honesty as he walked forward nodding to both of them.- “Let us get ready Imay. We may have little time.” -Arren smirked knowing this being had the right idea however it seemed Imayaruk his own nephew seemed to not understand with the requests.- “Oh and if you are able, would you mind opening a portal to the hatchery cave back on the old home world, uncle? We might need Nesuki’s help for this.” -Arren frowned as he knew that was not possible since this body was only a construct not the entire being. Opening the portal the home world could drain this body of its life force as he shook his head. It would be best if he didn’t bring his goddaughter into this.- “That wouldnt be the best idea. For one this body is merely a construct, I have limited power and limited amount of energy. Opening that portal would drain this body. It would take me longer to bring another form of myself to this world. As well you need to remember you do not want to draw attention to yourself with your goddaughter. This is not the place to endanger your loved ones my Nephew.” -he walked towards them as he sighed opening his left paw only to reveal he had two pendants. These pendants were something different than they would know it was the wolf head that was pure silver its detail was off the wall very laid out. Along with detail of the howling towards something in the air. Arren looked to both of them as he nodded for them to take them.- “These are pendants they are keys to the gate way from here to Lorewall and it can also bring you back. All you must do is say the words on the back with your hand touching the pendant. It will open the portal as soon as you do. The words are pronounced Saundo-fu himizu.” -he tapped his staff on the ground as smiled continuing.- “You both are going to be finding some people in the Lorewall. Sarah, Anya and young Volfen who prayered to me named Gabriel have surfaced and it seems they are of importance to the ones who attacked Conan and the others. I need to you Imayaruk being that you are of the Gorya bloodline you should be able to sense Both of their energy. However It goes without saying how important this is for you to bring them back alive. Anyone else who is able or even of importance bring them as well. I cannot see where this is going. As far as we know the enemy could be planning to use them as weapons of mass destruction. If you find trouble try not to engage unless push comes to shove. I am entrusting this to both of you since my Son in law cannot fight as well Charlotte is exhausted. Please be careful and make haste. As well Imayaruk, Jalal, Do not carry a big group if you need to have Jalal bring people back while you search for the other. I am sure you understand what I am be this.” -Arren waited for them to take off while he stood there he was after all entrusting them with a task that time is of importance.-

-Sarah may had been out cold but she could feel herself being cold. As the priestess was brushing her hair she could feel warmth from her. In the attempt of trying to sleep as well as keep warm she turned over only to curl into her. She was groaned feeling hungry and tried she was too weak to even open her eyes as she called out for the one she called father.- “Daddy please save me.” -she started to cry latching on the skirt of the priestess dress tugging on it.-

Sarah was in a never ending nightmare that will never end for her or her sister. This was the day of the black sun.

Arren must have known she was back, and watching from somewhere hidden. Charlotte sank to her knees, and then gestured for the tray to be placed on the ground before her. It was a sumptuous feast, but the one thing that caught her eye…was the coffee. Maybe this would help calm her nerves. She took up the cup with both hands, and blew away the steam that was rising from the black fluid. Charlotte had swore, she was never drinking tea again, after all that had happened, and as she took a sip of the coffee, she felt its antioxidants race through her system.

Sighing, she set the cup down, and then played with her food with her head bowed, lost in her thoughts on Shadow.

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” Saundo-fu himizu” Jalal said in a loud drone.
As he did he was cast into a portal being transported to Lorewall….-

Gabriel gasped almost silently at the movements of Sarah, taken by surprise as she maneuvered around to not wake up the sleeping child. She sat on the ground indian style, pulling Sarah close to let her feel her warmth and made an effort to make her feel safe and comfort. While Gabriel held the child, she stared into the darkness of the shadows that were being casted but on-coming lights. She did not know what to think of the words she heard Sarah say in her slumber, “Daddy please save me.” and began to think about her own family who have been taken from her. She inhaled a slight painful breath, trying to forget that horrible night that she had witnessed and Gabriel was holding back tears of sorrow.

-As both Jalal and Imayaruk traveled through the portal they would in fact travel to Lorewall instead of coming in the estate of the industrial the ended up porting in mid-air right above Charlotte’s penthouse as the only place to land was the balcony as they would enter.-

-Anya sat next to Luna closely holding on to her arm as she had been all day. Luna had been keeping everything off her mind as a close friend. It was like she was her sister in a way. They both were on the couch as Anya tried to keep her head up as she was falling asleep. It seemed something was coming which in a split second her head shot straight back up looking over at the window. She leaned over to Luna as she asked.- “Did you hear something?” -if anyone else heard it the sound was like a low tone “ZOOM!” that had left as quick as it came Anya sat there trying to think of what it could.-

-Mean while as Sarah was asleep her night seemed to have left her as the woman had been holding her. She became very quiet and groaned in her sleep as she was finally quieting down. It seemed the danger had left the two young ladies for the moment. Were they truly safe?-

Charlotte glanced up as she pushed her fork around the plate listlessly. She had to find it in herself to say what was in her heart, but feared all that emotion would just bubble to the surface and she would fall back into the well of sorrow. Placing down her fork, and then shifting her coffee cup along, she drew her hands back to her lap, and pursed her lips. Looking ready to speak. Course Arren must have known what occurred there. He was the one that had pulled her back from the afterlife when the clock finished chiming.

“You know I wished to stay longer, Arren. No doubt you heard my screams of protest.” Charlotte said, pushing herself to standing and then turning her back on him for a moment, madly wiping at her eyes, and trying to regain her composure. Her wit was something she relied on to act as a shield against getting hurt, but that had left her it seemed, and she couldn’t string the right words together.

“I know perfectly well why I was sent. He was my best and dearest friend.” At this point she turned around, and there was something odd in her appearance. A fine grey lock of hair, which ran down the full length of her hair had appeared, like a silver streak, but it was connected to her time in the after life. Course, she couldn’t see it, but Arren would be able too. Brushing her hair back behind her ear, she said. “They say knowledge is power…I believe this. What I also know is that my children are in danger from the same man that killed Shadow. I understand his children’s roles in all this.” She approached Arren and said.

“Now take me to Conan…we are going to need to get him well, in order to continue this quest, or all will be lost.”

Lorewall

Luna stirred and then she was woken by Anya, who spoke about some sound she heard. Like a low flying jet. Luna sat up with her eyes closed, grabbed the TV remote and pressed a few buttons till the cartoon channel came on.

“Probably…a news helicopter. Watch Teen Titans…or something. I wouldn’t worry about it.” At this she tossed the remote, grabbed a pillow and covered her face before snoring again.

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“Gah, man. Luckily I wasnt holding a weapon. Who knows where Arren dropped us? ” 

Jalal quickly managed to get up and offering a hand to his friend said,

” This looks like Lorewall, though I am not sure exactly where we are. ” 

“They say knowledge is power…I believe this. What I also know is that my children are in danger from the same man that killed Shadow. I understand his children’s roles in all this.” 

-He Arren nodded as he sighed thinking to himself that it was the best thing for him to send Jalal and Imayaruk after Anya and Sarah. This was now the task of what could be the most dangerous. Though bringing them hear could be worse than anything. Arren was pondering this idea and his theories it could just give them enough time to prepare for this.- “The reason why I sent Jalal and Imayaruk after both Anya and Sarah. I knew with here and not in Shadow’s home world that this could have been the best choice. I know my nephew’s judgment all to well. He will bring your kids that are with Anya. I will be able to protect them for the time being.” -he looked up at Charlotte noticing she was approaching him further as he sighed.-

“Now take me to Conan…we are going to need to get him well, in order to continue this quest, or all will be lost.”

-Arren’s ear twitched as he heard the sounds go Gonzu talking to someone. As he the giant earth wolf said.- “Conan you must rest. Getting up at this point could cause more damage!” -after the remark was made the sounds of loud bang was heard. The earth wolf flew through the doors breaking them off the rails.- “CRASH!” -the room was wide open as Gonzu rolled across the wooden floors and past the zen garden the sand was instantly lifted in the air when sliding across it. He didn’t land until he made it to the other side where the next wooden floor landing was. As he was laying on his back. The sounds of foots steps were heard as Conan walked out in his kinmo in hand was a pack of cigarettes and his light. The pack of cigarettes were a gift form Charlotte her self as he brought the open pack to his mouth pulling one out as he flicked the lighter open.- “Bullshit! You touch me again Gonzu and I swear I will fucking rip your arm off. Then I will beat you with it.” -Conan pressed down on the flint of the zippo as he lit the cigarette taking an inhale. He brought his arms up trying to stretch only to feel the sharp pain in his chest. He made an expression of pain placing his hand on where he had been stabbed exhaling as he did so.- “Fuck that hurt….” -he walked forward only to see Charlotte and Arren as his eye twitched. He looked directly into Charlotte’s eyes as he said.- “So Spider monkey what did I miss?” -he made a joke to let Charlotte know he was ok for the most part and now into a joking mood.-

Lorewall
-Anya was still hearing things as Luna lifted her head and turned on the T.V. Saying to Anya.-
“Probably…a news helicopter. Watch Teen Titans…or something. I wouldn’t worry about it.” -Anya made a face at Luna that was saying “Seriously?” she heard another sound one of that. The moment she heard she disappeared into the shadows only to move silently looking seeing two figures it was really dark hard to see faces seeing one of them she looked at them being hidden. She moved quickly behind them seeing the one called Jalal. She brought forth her vector’s behind them quickly as the formed a giant hammer that was bigger than the twelve year old girl. The girlish hand moved out from the shadow’s behind the man not making a single noise within her power of control. grabbing the hammer, Anya appeared as she thought. “just some house robbers I can handle them.” her school uniform’s skirt waved for a moment as she jumped into the air yelling as she brought the hammer back and over her shoulder.- “ANYA SMASH!” -the hammer came down in an attempt to strike Jalal it wouldn’t harm him that much but it would surprise him greatly. In the motion of her attempting to strike she heard Imayaruk speak.- ”HEY TROUBLE! YOU IN HERE KID!” -She heard the familiar voice as she said.- “Imay?” -she didn’t stop however as she still as coming down at that moment.-

-Sarah was still asleep only to feel herself pulled in to the woman still tired and sleepy as she mumbled.- “Conan…….” -she went back to sleep. Yet the young Volfen seemed to be very aware of her surroundings as she could smell something. What she was smelling was something evil it would reek of death and rotting flesh as a sound made as figure hissed in the darkness at her. As it moved out of the shadows it revealed itself as a mangled hound in fact it was Doberman breed it growled in the moment it was seen its skin was completely mangled seeing bone and muscle tissue. It braked at her only to have five more move out the shadows looking at her growling. The one that first seen lunged at both of Sarah and Gabriel. As it lunged the seal on the barrier activated as when the dog came into contact with it. The skinless dog was hurled backwards as it whimpered in pain. The other dog barked at the barrier growling as blood was dripping from their mouths. It seemed that these two were trapped in one way and completely surrounded in another. The dogs circled them watching for an opening within the barrier as they barked every so often during the growls. The smell of their flesh was horrid it seemed that they would not leave as they waited for the prey to come out and play.-

Charlotte turned her head side on to Arren, and if looks could kill. “My age? Are you saying..I’m old?” No woman liked to be told something like that, but it only got worse when he told her to take a look at her hair. There was a small pond nearby, and she was going to see if she could spot her reflection and find out what was up with her hair. Sure enough, when Charlotte leaned forward, she saw the large grey sliver of hair that mixed in with the black. “Eek. My hair!” She drew her fingers through it, and saw it was very real. Just then she remembered her children, being back in Lorewall with Anya and she asked if they were going to be safe. Arren had his response, but it didn’t help her feel any better.

“The reason why I sent Jalal and Imayaruk after both Anya and Sarah. I knew with here and not in Shadow’s home world that this could have been the best choice. I know my nephew’s judgment all to well. He will bring your kids that are with Anya. I will be able to protect them for the time being.”

Chalotte was trying to remember who Jalal and Imayaruk were, and she shook her head. “You really trust those two?…these are my children, and Shadow’s. If anything happened to them…” her voice trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence. Her worst nightmare was that something would happen and she was too far away to stop it. At that moment, she realized how much she needed Conan. And oddly enough, who should throw Gonzu out of that medical room? Oh he was mad, and in need of a cigarette, which he had and took a puff relaxing, after berating Gonzo and anyone else who would listen in that room. Approaching Charlotte, he took a different tack.

“So Spider monkey what did I miss?” 

“Whatever you do…don’t drink the tea. I did…and now, look at my hair.” She didn’t think he would be ready to hear, she went to the afterlife to see Shadow. Not yet anyways, with his temper. He had groaned in pain from trying to stretch, and Charlotte whispered. “No yoga classes for at least a week.”

Lorewall

“Seriously?”

“Yes…now let me sleep.

Anya was not ready to sleep or watch tv after she heard that same noise again. From the bed, Anya moved into the shadows, and kept her ears open, to hear what was coming, while she remained hidden.
Course, Jalal and Imay had come to find the children, and Anya decided she was going to make some noise, and bust some ass. Luna was happily tucked in her bed, unaware of the madness happening, till she heard.

“ANYA SMASH!” Did she think she was the Hulk? another voice…oh there were more people in the room. What would her Mother say? Instead of yelling out, she tossed pillows and cushions at the Scene, and cried out. “Tell them…to go away. This room has become too noisy.” Luna buried herself under the blankets and hoped it would all go away.

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-Jalal had just managed to get up and was speaking to Imay saying…

” This looks like Lorewall, though I am not sure exactly where we are. ” 

That was when he got smashed in the head by a random child with a HAMMER!

“OWWW! What was that for?” He said,

Totally bewildered he hears Imay calling out,

“HEY TROUBLE! YOU IN HERE KID!” 

Not hurt by the attack due to his armor rune, Jalal was more stunned than anything. He was on his knees trying to figure out

who had just attacked him and who exactly Imay was calling out to…

-Conan smirked as he inhaled and exhaled the drag he took as he listened- “Whatever you do…don’t drink the tea. I did…and now, look at my hair.” -he could smell her scent off her with his noise as he back off for a moment as he asked her.- “Ok you either rolled in something dead or have jump into the afterlife and back, Either those or the tea made you smell a bit Charlotte” -he backed off a bit as he started to blow smoke around her trying to get rid of the smell. Then hearing her tell him.- “No yoga classes for at least a week.” =he smirked as he patted her back saying to her.- “well at least im standing now. Just have to pass on you watching your Yoga instructor teach you how to do a move.” -he stuck his tongue out at her giving a bit of a smart ass remark.-

Lorewall

-Anya looked at the man that had fallen to his knees and then heard Imayaruk as she started to tear up instantly only to hear him say.- “Now Anya Uncle Arren sent me and Jalal here to come get you. Are you alone here?” -She shook her heard only to answer him letting the Shadow hammer disappear.- “I am with Charlotte’s kids. Luna is really nice her and I have been sleeping in the same bed together.” -she made the remark getting excited only to have it smashed in a moments notice with what imayaruk said right after his other.- “Oh and skirt you might need to say goodbye to your little friend since Conan and Arren are waiting for us.” -she looked at him with a serious look as she shook her head saying.- “No, I am not going anywhere without Luna and Seven. Conan told me to stay with them till him and Charlotte got back. They are either coming with us or I am staying till they come and get me.” -she crossed her arms putting her chin up in a second giving a serious face not taking no for and answer.-

-Gabriel and Sarah may be protected but however the sounds of the dogs growls were muffled at the sound of a diesel engine in seconds as it rolled by slowly as it honked its horn. The driver in the truck looked out his window to see both the girls in the dark and the dogs around them. As he stopped his vehicle only to open his door holding a six shot smith & wesson 357. mag. In his hand yelling out the Sarah and Gabriel as he said.- “Hang on Im coming to help yall.” -he was just human as the man stepped down the skinless hounds turned around looking at the man with gun. Growling and bark as the man stopped mid way only to them all notice him. He cocked the hammer on the back of the gun taking aim. In that moment the man did not see the dog that was laying on the ground that had been hurled. The bloody hound got up slowly only to run at the man as he bite the man’s arm forcing the gun out of his hand. The other hands quickly ran up to the man instantly starting to have a great feast they had been delivered the first meal. As one of the dogs bite down on the mans face pulling as hard it as it could the man was now screaming in agonizing pain. It seemed that the worst nightmare for this man was here. He was being eaten alive as he screamed another dog started to rip open the mans guts pulling out intestines biting down as blood poured out on the floor. It was a bloody mess the dog that had a hold of the mans face quickly jerked with its jaw locked ripping off the skin and cartilage in the mans noise you could hear the snap of the broken cartilage this man was seriously bleeding out. the dogs started to feast on entrails it truly was a meal for them as the mans screams of the agonizing pain had stopped the blood lose had become to great with vital organs being torn open. As well as the massive bleeding this man was dead in only seconds of two vital areas being opened. The 5 liters of blood within this man was now all over the sidewalk. They sounds of hunger hounds was all that could be heard for the moment this night has now turned into a nightmare for the living.-

Imay was Shadow’s brother and that alone should carry enough wait in an argument, that he would do his best to ensure the children’s safety, especially since Anya was family to him. Jalal, was strong with the dark arts, and could hold his own in the face of the fight. But these were her children…and to top it off, undeveloped Bebilith with attitude. Charlotte raised her eyes to the sky, just fearing the kinds of things Seven would be saying…or doing for that matter.

“Oi vey.

Right on cue, Conan made his appearance before Arren and Charlotte, and it seemed his comedic wit had also returned, along with his love of his cigarettes.

“Ok you either rolled in something dead or have jump into the afterlife and back, Either those or the tea made you smell a bit Charlotte” 

“I DO NOT SMELL!” Charlotte argued, then raised her arm and sniffed her armpit, just to be sure. Glaring at him the next thing she knew he was blowing smoke at her, to kill whatever it was on her that smelt so bad. Coughing, she waved her hand in front of her face. “Must…you do that. I don’t smoke, but now you are making me smell like a smoker.” Oh this was magical. Why was it, men were pissing her off so much today? Could it get any worse? She thought to herself, as Conan poked his tongue out at her. He joked with her about not getting any lookey for now at least at watching any fancy yoga moves, and she rolled her eyes. “Some days…I wish I were a lesbian.”

Lorewall

All the commotion and excitement, along with the two strange men in her room, had Luna sit up in bed….and…

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Rather loudly too. This…brought her twin, Seven running from his room, only to see Anya cuddling a bloke and another one looking…a bit lost. Instantly, Seven went on the defensive.

“Oi..What you two doing in MY sister’s room….and get your hands off Anya…You don’t know where she has been?”

He then started to do some karate kid movie like moves, while Luna hid under her cover.

“Mum said never talk to strangers…She never said they could COME into your room!”

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-Arren spoke out in a remark.- “Just like you did to the ones you swore an oath to Conan? We all lie for the reasons we have. I lied because I never knew how to tell you.” -Conan stopped as he clinched his jaw yet again only to turn around as he yelled.- “Yea I lied. My oaths that were founded by your code. The oath that made me lie might as well been said out loud. I LIED TO HELP PROTECT THOSE I SWORE MY SWORD TO YOU KNOW NOTHING OF YOUR OWN CODE!” -Arren didn’t react in hard words to Conan as he nodded only to say.- “And yet you follow that code as if you wrote it, Conan I lied because you were not ready for that truth. Even more so I did not bring you here to bring up past actions I brought you here to help a world that is on the brink of an apocalypse. I have told you in the past that somethings need to be brought forth when the time is right.” -Arren watched Conan walk out towards the temple ground only to here him muttering. Arren looked over to Charlotte as he smiled only to tell her- “Let him be Charlotte. He needs time to think on what he has learned. Sadly I can no longer keep things from him. He has grown into a fine man and a powerful warrior.” -he offered for her to sit down as he sighed only say to her.- “Please sit down. I have something for you, that entails a bit of your family. A gift from someone that sought me out when I just a young wolf.” -he lifted the box that was on his left it seemed to be heavy and was about 28 inches long and only 2 inches wide as he placed the box on the table only to wait for Charlotte’s reaction.-

Lorewall

-Anya covered her ears as Luna screamed letting go of Imayaruk for a moment screaming at Luna.- “ENOUGH!” -the loud sound sent a vibration through the floor as he looked at Seven and Luna.- “Relax he is family guys”- she smiled until she heard the words- ” Arren sent both of us to fetch Charlottes kids, if that’s you then you must come with us as Imay has bid you. We dont have much time. Nice swing by the way, you got a good arm. “ -Jalal spoke saying she had a nice arm only to rub the back of her head as she smarted off.- “Well that was only a tap compared to what I can truly do. Ask Imay he knows” – Imay started talking to her as she turned around only to have him offer her a vial of flaming blood that seemed to glow like hot lava. As she took it in her hand only to hear him tell her.- “Squirt dump half the vile and throw that out the window. “ -she pulled the cork form the vial as she poured it out and through it out the window hearing it smash against the concrete outside still wondering what it would do looking at the others wondering if something was going to happen.-

-The hounds feasted on the mans body as the sounds of foots steps were slowly sounding from the walk way as the hounds looked up in the direction from the left as the blood dripped from their muzzles in silence only to hear a strong sounding German voice speaking in his natural tongue. “Es scheint, meine Welpen fanden sich einen Snack i hoffe Ihr seit immer noch hungrig Vatis hier, um Ihnen das Hauptgericht “ (translation: It seems my puppies found themselves a snack i hope your still hungry since Daddy’s here to bring you the main course) -the man walked around the brick wall only to be wearing a lab coat that had dirt and blood covering the entire coat it was if he had been through surgeries and had been digging into the dirt. His white gloves that he had on were slightly covered as well. His face was pale with his eyes were blue green that seemed to have bags under his sockets that seemed to be the sign of jaundice from the lack of sleep or could have been from being in low light rooms. The signs were not clear to see what it had been from. He stood there holding a a scythe like Cleaver in his left hand as he brought his right hand to his lips looking over to the two girls saying with his green lipstick colored mouth.- “Hörst du die Toten Gefolge?“ (translation: Do you hear the dead wake?) -he had wondered if she could even understand him as he smiled looking devilishly.-

And it did. Conan let rip, about the fact he had been lied too, and stormed off in a huff, leaving Charlotte standing there with Arren, who told her not to go after him, just yet, he needed to cool his head. It was odd, since Charlotte had never seen Conan this mad before. Part of her wanted to go after him, but then Arren said he had something for her, that was in a box, shaped about 28 inches long and only 2 inches wide. Sitting on a table next to her, she reached over to pick it up, and then opened the lid.

“What is it?

Lorewall

Seven was still doing some funky karate moves, when Anya let them all know her feelings about her uncle coming. “ENOUGH! – Relax he is family guys”-” At this Seven stopped his carry on and Luna stopped screaming. “Why didn’t you say so?’ Seven said with an indignant look on his face. Luna actually got out of bed, and stood beside her brother, wanting a better explanation.

” Arren sent both of us to fetch Charlotte’s kids, if that’s you then you must come with us as Imay has bid you. We dont have much time. Nice swing by the way, you got a good arm. “ -Jalal said, obviously having more of a relationship with Anya than the kids knew. The kids watched as Anya undid a vial and poured it out the window, and wondered what they were supposed to do, to follow the others back to Charlotte and Arren.

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Hearing Imay’s direction, Jalal simply nodded. Making some space towards the back of the room he began a series of gestures which drew upon an existing ley line which bordered the outside of the town. As they had recently portaled the rift he was creating was easy to create. Using the stone to make a bridge within his mind he pictured the location he wished to arrive in within his mind allowing it to float and form as if a ripple upon the water. The portal began to coalesce in the room freely forming in front of them. The portal was a full 8 feet in diameter and round allowing for easy passage.

Looking towards the girls he called to them.

“Let’s be off. Your mother awaits. I will be right back Imay. “

“Who are you? What do you want with this child?” she asked him, her tone of voice had a firm sound to it as she glared at the unknown man.

-Conan had walked off only to find himself at the Sound temple as he looked up seeing the statue of his ancestor. He tighten his fist walking into the temple grounds. He could feel that natural sound vibrations from the temple itself. The chimes of the temple were on a low vibration as he pulled another cigarette out of his pack lighting it thinking of what he had just learned. As he took a inhale he could sense the presence of others behind him only to say.- “If your going to hide your not very good at it. Shikia and Danzo” -as he exhaled they walked out from behind the pillars of the with their weapons now that Danzo was in clothes and seemed to be doing better than last time he was seen he still had his blade in his hand only to stare. Shikia had her spear on her shoulder as they both seemed to watching him with keen eyes. As Conan smoked his cigarette he wondered why they were there as he asked.- “So what do the two of you want? I seriously am not in the mood to deal with you too at this time.” -Shikia tighten the grip on her spear handle clinching her jaw as Danzo snapped at Conan.- “And who do you think you are to tell us you have no time for us? You disrespected Arren in this world face to face with him. You should show more respect to your creator. Your god! Go apologize to him now!” -Conan ignored his talk as he just brushed it off only to stay quiet. Danzo tighten his grip on his sword only to move his finger shifting the air moisture within the area creating enough compression to create a small enough amount of water as he said.- “DON T INGORE ME!” -his moved the small amount of water around Conan’s face cutting the cigarette in half. Conan’s eye twitched as the Cigarette was cut in hal in mid drag as his shoulders tensed up.-

Lorewall

-Anya smiled as she looked at Luna and Seven jumping up and down only to say.- “Well lets go guys lets go seen your mom and Conan” -She giggled getting excited seeing the portal only to wonder how it works only to jump and down. She couldn’t help it with her uncle here and the fact she was going to get her she still could figure out why she didn’t tell them that it was her uncle. Looking at Luna as she ran over and jumped on the bed as she asked.- “Aren’t you excited? We get to see Charlotte. Oo and the small puppies” -she smiled big acting like a little kid again waiting for Seven and Luna to get ready.-

-The man in the lab coat and his giant scythe that was like a hacking cleaver. He cocked his eye brow as he laughed a bit at her growl soon to figure out she couldn’t understand him. “Who are you? What do you want with this child?” -he chuckled a bit only to pet one of his hounds saying in a strong German accent.- “sorry about that I am speak more German! We want the child to bring about a new Salvation to this world. To cleanse all tainted souls!” -she grinned throwing his hands out the to his sides as his lab coat opened revealing a chained skeleton that hung from his left arm as he said.- “I am Johann George Faust VIII! I am part of the Knights of Salvation. 3rd knight of the bone yard! If you would just hand her over I promise I wont kill you.” -he laughed as he stabbed the end of the scythe cleaver in the ground bringing his hand to the skeleton kissing the cheek bone running his hand across its jaw as he asked.- “Isn’t that right my dear sweet Eliza. All we ask is for her to listen to us.” -he kissed the skeleton again only to run his tongue across her teeth as if he was making out getting completely off the skeleton’s taste.-

All her life, Charlotte had been fascinated by swords, in particular katanas. For as long as she could remember, and then in her teachings with Raziel, she had a natural infinity, that went on through her youth to adulthood. She never tried to explain it to anyone, and it was kept deep in her subconscious. Feeling the draw of the box, she couldn’t understand at first what was happening, not till she opened it and viewed it with her own eyes. ~The White Spider~ The katana of Randall Carrendar. A relic from days long gone. Even she had not heard of him, and creased her brow. The blade even spoke to her, for it contained the blood of her kin. She was of course the descendant of Lore, and a true Carrendar. So she took it out from the box. It’s poisons did not even cause a reaction on her skin, for she was naturally immune.

Charlotte stepped back from Arren, and then went into a number of moves, that she had been taught by her Sword master, back in the lost days of the Eastern province. The sound of the blade cutting the air, had a song to it, all of its own. Sword and wielder became one, in a ritual like dance, which showed a side to Charlotte few ever bared witness. Finally finishing, the dance at an end, she set the blade down in the box, and covered it.

“Well, Arren…that blade knows me. I could feel it in my veins.”

Lorewall

“Should I go pack a bag? I be damned if I am leaving stuff behind again.” Seven said, but then waved them all off and ducked into his room, where you could hear the sounds of trunks opening and closing, a lot of cursing, the odd thump, and then he charged back in with his Pokemon back pack. “Okay…ready. Sis? You bringing your bag?” Luna simply shook her head.

“Mum will take care of what I need. You’re the one with a game fetish.” She said, poking out her tongue from the corner of her mouth. Seven shrugged and took Luna’s hand. “I always wanted to dive off the building. Okay…on my mark. ONE..TWO…THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

The twins then leapt off the window railing and sailed down for the portal…and to Conan and their mum.

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” Come on kids, they are just ahead. “

Knowing he must hurry he began to move quickly. He didnt have time to dally. He must get back and quickly.

After he saw that the kids had caught sight of them he turned and said, tell them ” Tell Arren, Jalal went back for Imay. ” 

With that he began a new incantation using the bridge again to reach the earlier destination, opening the portal again on the balcony…

As he traveled the return trip became more rocky. It seemed there was trouble afoot. Jalal did not know what was going on but knew time was of the essence. Something was wrong… He was flung far off out of time and out of space to where he knew not…

“On no..” Raven replied back quickly. “Your lovely brother Klaus had given me this amazing dress.” She added with a smile. Of course being a witch Raven loved the classics too. Just because it reminded her so much of her mother. The beautiful women her mother was she always did dress with the classic fancy clothing, and tonight that mirrored from the inside and out of Raven. “By the way, where is your brother Klaus?” Raven said as she furrowed her brows before arching her left one. “Being that it is his party I would expe-..” The voice of Elijah had interrupted her sentence as she couldn’t continue further. Bringing her attention towards Elijah away from Rebekah Raven could sense that he was in some sort of deep thinking, and the tone of his voice ringed with flinty. Before she could even ask if everything was okay Elijah had already departed away from herself and Rebekah. “Is Elijah okay?..”Raven spoke softly as she waited patiently for a response from Rebekah.

Enjoy the party? Those words rang out but to Rebekah it didn’t bring the solace that were intended, even as he stroked her cheek to give reassurance. Naturally her forehead creased slightly as she realized she was about to be left behind with Raven, who seemed intent on finding Klaus. Why was everyone so mad keen to spend time with her brother? Half the time people couldn’t get far enough away from him.

In between watching her brother Elijah depart, she had Raven go on about how Klaus had provided her with the dress for the evening. Rebekah stopped for a moment and gave this some thought. Just how many women was her brother pleasing? She knew about Caroline, but Raven too? She wanted to dismiss that thought right off the bat.

Having her brother leave her side, she had no choice but to address Raven.

“As my brother Elijah said, he had some business to attend too.” Rebekah maintained a stiff upper lip, though inside she felt dissapointed that he left her behind. Then, she suddenly got a very wicked idea. A reason to smile. Brightening she said.

“If you seek my brother Klaus, why not try the den? The place where he keeps his art and….other things of interest.”

In a way this was her own act to start the drama for the evening. If he had some other girl caught up in his web, why not send in another and make it a threesome. She pointed towards the den door. “That way, I believe.” Rebekah took another sip of her champagne and waited for Raven to go find her brother.

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Elijah wrapped his hand around the handle of the door to where Klaus may have been. He couldn’t hear a single word inside of the room; not even with his superior senses. The door rattled as he tried to open it. It was jammed? No, it was sealed. He removed his hand from the door as an aura forced him not to enter. It was as if he was denied access into someone’s home. Elijah took a step back; looking at the door with impassive eyes. “What is this,” He began to say as he glared at the door. He was tempted to shatter the very door creatively if he must. He took time to think about the scenario. Had Klaus gotten a witch to spell this room off or either he was entrapped by a powerful witch. “A boundary spell.” H finished as his eyes squinted. He would turn around to the direction where he last left his sister. He would appear behind Raven; as he looked into Rebekah’s eyes. He hadn’t listened in on the two; thus he didn’t know what was happening really. Too focused on trying to figure out the dilemma at hand. “Excuse me,” He would plant a hand on Raven’s shoulder as he stepped out from behind her shadow. “If I could steal Rebekah from you for the moment.” He stated; more of a ‘this is happening’ other than a request.

“If I could steal Rebekah from you for the moment.” The tone of his voice was more of the issuing of a command, than simply asking. Naturally, Rebekah obliged and stepped towards her brother, then going off in the opposite direction of Klaus’s den to speak to Elijah.

Something weird was definitely going on. Although Rebekah had no abilities with magic as a vampire, she had enough of an instinct to pick up on the ill feeling radiated off her own kin. With the chatter from the other party guests creating something of a din in the background, Rebekah spoke in a hushed tone, so as not to be heard by the other guests.

“Care to enlighten me, dear brother as to what the devil is going on?”

Rebekah’s eyes flickered and for a moment she glanced back at Raven, before turning her attentions back to her brother.

“What is it with that girl? Apparently, our darling brother bought her the gown she wears. Is this his new hobby in keeping a harem of leggy lovelies; including that blonde Caroline?” It was no secret for Rebekah’s distaste for the cheerful blonde. What on earth her brother saw in her remained a mystery. So far this party had not been as dynamic as she had hoped. Course, the real drama had yet to be played out.

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As Caroline drove a bit in a rush to the Mikaelson home, she felt, a strong presence. Shaking it off, she got out of the car as soon as Caroline pulled in for the Valet to ask for the key to part the car. Gabbing her bags and everything she needed and headed for the back entrance of the house, where all the waiters and caterer entered. Coming in, she could hear the music and see a few people that were dressed so elegantly. Even the mayor was here. Caroline’s mom must be somewhere patrolling the area. Elena went to take the back stairs of the house and went up to her room. Knowing Caroline would be right behind her or maybe found her mom. Walking up the stairs with caution, she finally reached her room, but had a sudden feeling of being followed. Maybe it was Jenna? Her mind thought to herself, but a scared side of her thought it might be Tatia. Opening the door to her room slow and looking around. No one was in the room.

A sigh a relief escaped and she left the door with a slight crack, so Caroline could come in and know which was her room. Placing everything on the bed, she saw 2 boxes on the bed. Curious, she opened one that was for her. It was a dress from Klaus. It was nice and looked really expensive. She felt bad if she didn’t were his dress, he was being nice for some reason and let her go out dress shopping. Then again, why would she let them go out dress shopping? It was all so weird. She sighed and just decided to go with the dress she bought. She already felt comfortable wearing and had gotten everything for it. Feeling frustrated, she decided to just get ready.

His eyes locked on Rebekah before he followed her; seeming as if he had a lot on his mind. He had given Raven a smile of reassurance, “Thank you.” He stated as he had left her there. Not really gentlemen like, but his family seemed to be in the midst of something. He had to find out what it was; or he feared the worse for them all. “It occurs to me that there has been a spell, placed on Niklaus’s den.” He stated as he stood before Rebekah. He was cut off by the sudden case of jealousy from Rebekah. He could hear it in her voice. He knew that someone was going to get a bite of her temper tonight. “Let’s not be petty, Rebekah. This shouldn’t be a surprise to you.” He said as if saying Klaus had always done something such as this. “Now, back to the urgent discomfort that may of transpired here tonight.” He took a step forward. “I had returned to Mystic Falls, after my investigations had grown cold. It appears to me, during that time period. Someone must’ve had caught on to what I was doing. Therefore, instead of me finding what I was looking for. It had already found me and followed me here.” He squints his eyes as he thought about the treachery that could take place amongst his family if they allowed it. Leave it up to him to be the bonding glue; if need be. “There are-“ He was cut off by the sound of the den opening. He could finally hear in that particular area. He turned his head slightly to his right to take sight of the room. It was open.

Caroline smiled as she could hear the music and walking further in, she could see how busy it was and how elegantly everyone was dressed. She went into the kitchen and tried some canapés. She nodded and grabbed two glasses of champagne. She overheard a few commenting on how amazing the place was decorated and what a good job Klaus had done. She rolled her eyes before heading up the backstairs. She walked along the corridor, passing the empty rooms until she found the one that was slightly ajar. She knocked before entering and smiled as she closed the door.

Caroline saw Elena was in her dress and smiled. “You look amazing, Elena!” she said happily. Though, her best friend didn’t seem too happy. More frustrated. “I’ve come to the rescue and brought some champagne,” she added as she walked over and handed her a glass. “Now, sit down and I shall do your hair,” she said. “Then after you can knock the Salvatores down with how breathtaking you’re going to be,” she added with a wink. However, her eyes then fell upon the two boxes. One was already opened. “Hmm, have I missed something?” She asked. 

Chapter Seven

A Queen’s Desire

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CharlotteCarrendar
IceTe3a

IceTe3a: He stood there as his fiery daemonic hues glared over to Nip, as she was talking to the wizard. He looked over to the small armed men who were still dazed from what just happened, honestly he hadn’t even attempted to kill them and this was their best? They would have to step up their game. Suddenly the wizard disappeared he stood there for a moment whilst Nip didn’t move he arched a brow and growled deeply as he started to walk over to Nip “Tell me he’s fucken disappeared to go home and get something to help us” he was getting closer as he looked pissed “Tell me that you did not force me to sleep for an entire day and keep me trapped on a small boat for no fucken reason” he came to stand next to her “I swear to which ever god you pray to, If you’ve been wasting my time I will skin that oversized lizard with wings while it’s still fucken alive” he growled as he crossed his arms and looked down at her. He looked up towards the guards as they seemed to get their act together and stand back in formation preparing to attempt to capture them again, he walked around in front of Nip as he glanced back at her “I’m not done with you” he grumbled as he faced the small army and its general “You want some fucken more? Because I can go all out if you want” he growled as his muscles flexed the pressure around him was getting heavier as he started to power up *Cracking sounds* the concrete floor under him started to crack from the sheer pressure build up of him powering up as he sunk down a Perfect circle caved inwards like a giant bowling ball had been dropped down and left a huge dent, the area inside was all cracked as his Aura from powering up was now visible to the naked eye. It almost looked like he was fading in and out of sight with visible lines appearing horizontally every so often all around him. “You will rule the fucken day you stepped up to me, I’m fucken over people” he said in his deep voice as electrical sparks started sparking off his entire body hitting random objects around the place and destroying them. “Anyone who gets in my way of trying to get myself free of this stupid elf child will wish I have killed them” as he crosses his arms a loud *Bang* appears as a blast of wind flies out in all directions around him buffering everything in its path, he was powered up to what he needed to be able to fuck this place up. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t peel your skin off your bodies slowly.” A devilish smile crackles across his face as he tilts his head “1…” he seemed to be counting down for some reason, soon they would find out why.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Whilst sitting upon her throne, hearing the pleas of another sad and sorry peasant, the Queen then heard the rumble in the distance of a great explosion. As though rock itself had been blasted by some great force. Larger than that of a cannon ball strike, and yet it was not natural. Earth quakes were uncommon in this part of the world. The Queen edged forward, her sharpened nails burrowing into the wood frame of the arm rests. Her eyes narrowed to slits while the mark upon her neck started to glow and burn white hot. A gasp escaped her lips while her heart beat faster. Her chest rose and fell sharply beneath the bodice of her gown. Could it be that the one that granted her great power had in fact come to reap his rewards? There was the flutter of wings in a nearby window and sure enough the Devil’s crow had landed. Bowing low as he caught the eye of the Ivory Queen. He knew who she truly was. Not this dour ivory draped creature whose beauty captivated many men and led them to their downfall. A former bride of Satan himself – let loose upon the land of mortals. The crow extended his wings and then folded them again, while red eyes blinked in a Morse like code. Had he lost his voice all of a sudden, or was he part of a Master plan that was unknown to all? The Queen brought her jewel encrusted hand to her lips and tapped those same plump lips as the edges curled upwards – ruthlessly. “My dear crow. Long time no see.” The court were all watching with curious expression, glancing to each other in wonder. Realizing this she rose to standing. A slight turn of the head and the Lord Chammersmouth quickly banged his staff to the floor. “That concludes today’s appointments. LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!” Many replied but their voices soft – racked with disappointment to not having their pleas heard. The shuffle of feet leaving the grand Audience chamber followed by the slamming of the door then gave the Queen the opportunity to take on her true form. Black seemed to rise up like an oil slick from the very ground and changed the colour of her dress. Her hair was to become the colour of blood falling down from the ivory ringlets to flowing down her back in a torrent that just kissed the top of her ass. Her dress was now like one worn on their last day – a gown suitable for a casket, not a Queen’s court. The Queen glided across the floor and then placed a slender finger under the crow’s beak. “Speak…tell me who has come to call on me?” The Crow then started to chuckle as he was the one that helped it be. “The King of hell himself. But…he has a slight problem.” This brought a quizzical look from the Queen. “What do you mean, problem?” The crow danced about then pointed down to the village with his blackened wing. “Chained to an Elf. The bond is unbreakable.” The crow then waited for the Queen’s reaction, who started to laugh. “Ahahahaha. An Elf. Why, it’s simple. I kill her, and I get to keep the King of Hell for myself.” She raised her right shoulder up, becoming coy, before turning towards the doors. “Guards!…Bring me the Daemon and his Elf. I feel like…being social.” She waved her hand over herself and reverted to the Ivory Queen, while the Lord Chammy was nervously standing in behind her. :: Down at the town square, the Guards were falling back in horror as the blast of power knocked them all clear off their feet. But soon enough, another garrison arrived and this time they surrounded the daemon and the Elf. “The Queen…wishes to see you both.” The newest General said. In the distance you could hear the cackle of the crow. <3>

IceTe3a: – He watched as the guards were blasted off their feet, he shook his head “Pathetic” as he turned to face Nip his smirk disappeared “Well say something” he growled as he looked down at her. Hearing footsteps surround them he noticed that they were now surrounded as he didn’t care he wanted answers from Nip. “I swear nip you better bloody set this straight” he shook his head as he knew her promises of this great wizard were all falling apart at her feet. ‘The Queen..Wishes to see you both’ he quickly glared at the one who said this and growled “Oh now it’s a request? Before it sounded more like a demand” he crossed his arms as he glanced around him counting the men “Well unfortunately I can’t go anywhere unless this pathetic child behind me moves” looking down at the chain he kicks it “Kinda stuck by her side” he turned to face her “The Queen requests us Nip, shall we go or are you going to make up another grand story and drag my ass half way around your pathetic world” groaning as he shook his head he rubbed the bridge of his nose “I can’t believe my shitty luck, honestly” Walking over to the guards he points at Nip “Drag her ass up to the queen and I’ll surely follow” as he stood aside so the guards could do their job.

CharlotteCarrendar: And as ordered two of the guards seized Nip and her dragon to cart them both off to see the Queen. Nip struggled and kicked as she was forcibly moved along by the well built guards. Her moving would have the daemon follow of course, since the chain that bound them together gave them no choice. “Take your meat mitts off me!” She squealed as they simply laughed at her protests and cries. The small dragon hissed and chattered angrily as his Mistress was being man handled. Nip even threw a look over her shoulder at the Daemon as if to ask for his help, but he was more than happy to see her get rough housed by the guards, in fact he was probably loving it a bit too much since he himself could not harm her. Oh to have someone else be the bad guy. What a thrill. Up the winding path they went. Past hundreds of curious onlookers who knew only too well the fate that was in store for those that visited the Queen. Many did not return from being taken by the guards. A personal squad hand picked. All bearing a strange mark. If Ice cared to pay attention he may well recognise this brand. It was his fathers. Higher and higher, step after step the hapless Elf was dragged, till finally coming to the castle entrance. There were fewer people in behind the walls, for the Queen was very selective about who she employed. Down another path, through the courtyard and then up the one hundred steps to the Audience chamber. Within, the Queen was seated upon her throne, looking smug as she could hear the cries of the Moon Elf. “I am impressed. The guards are making good time, Chammy.” The Queen remarked off the cuff to her chief advisor. He simply stood solemnly as the doors burst open, and the Elf with her chained Daemon were brought inside. The guards threw the Elf on the tiled floor at the base of the Queen’s throne podium and stepped back as she rose from her throne. “Leave us.” She ordered to her guards, all except Lord Chammy who she made stay. At once, her ivory eyes clapped upon the gorgeous looking hunk of Daemon that was Ice. “Well…hello.” Her voice was smooth like velvet and she gave off a very sensual air. “I’ve been expecting you.” At this the crow flew into the room and landed on the Throne backing, cawing as it saw his two good friends again. “A little bird told me of your plight.” At this she slowly glided down the stairs, her dress figure hugging and showing off her delectable curves. She smelt of lily and wild flowers and she approached Ice only to let her eyes fall upon the spiked collar. So this was how they were joined. The Elf at her feet raised her head slowly and saw how the Queen was admiring Ice. “You seek to be rid of the bond, M’lord.” She knew who he was alright, but did he see his Father’s mark on her neck – glowering. She walked around him slowly, letting her hand trace with her finger along his chest, forearm and then back. Coming to a stop she leaned forward and whispered. “I can make it happen.” <3>

IceTe3: His hues watched as the guards walked straight past him over to Nip, “Try to lay a hand on me and you’ll lose it” he simply stated as he continued to watch the two men simply grab Nip harshly, picking her up onto her feet as another guard grabbed the dragon. He had a slightly pleased and smug smile across his face as he continued to watch the show, serves her right for bullshitting to him and dragging his ass all the way across here for no good reason. They started to drag her off as he followed slowly behind, he watched as she struggled against their grasp, occasionally blurting out for them to let her go, she really was pathetic. She had a sharp sword she could have summoned at anytime but this pathetic child never even thought of it, as they went up the road towards the grand castle, people were watching at a safe distance as he glanced casually over to them. He didn’t know if they were more scared of him or the queen’s guards, this would turn out to be interesting. As he came up closer to the guards he took notice of the symbol chosen to be displayed on the guards, how interesting. His father had already been to this world once before, well his now dead father; He smirked as he licked his lips and continued to follow them up to the main gates of the castle this just got even more interesting. “Oh yeah, keep struggling that’ll do the trick” he smirked as he noticed Nip looking back at him pleas for help in her eyes as he chuckled slightly shaking his head, stupid girl. Finally they went into the castle through the first room as he noticed not a lot of people worked here, very anti social bunch. Coming back to reality he looked at Nip who was still struggling against the guards this entire way, you’d think she’d catch on that doing that would bring her nowhere as he rubbed the bridge of his nose in disappointment. Finally they were showed to the audience room as he watched the guards toss Nip onto the floor she fell with a bang as he glanced down from her up to the female sitting in the throne, obviously the queen. ‘Well.. Hello’ she greeted him as his fiery red hues were looking directly into hers, he watched as the crow flew over to the throne chair and perched atop of it, this indeed proved his suspicions that his father had been to these lands, with his father’s mark on every guard he knew the queen had something in this but what did she gain exactly? She came to a stand and glided down the stairs as she walked directly to him she circled him eyeing him slowly as his hues followed her every movement. Her fingers trace along his chest and arm and onto his back ‘You seek to be rid of the bond M’lord’ she states as his hues follow her hand he arches a brow as it looks her up and down head to toe he was looking for something as his brow lowers, there it is peeking out his father’s mark was on her neck as he smirked ‘Such guts to touch me, either stupid or brave’ he thought to himself as she came to a stop behind him she leaned forward and whispered “I can make it happen” so she claims she can help him in his situation but what exactly did she want. He raised his right hand into the air slowly as his index finger pointed to the roof the queens body would slowly float off the ground leaving her hovering about 3 foot off the floor as the mark his father gave her started to glow. Slowly she spun around him circling him as he crossed his fingers “Firstly, M’lord was my father. I killed him and took his place and everything he owned” he licked his lips as she passed his face once more, she would circle him slowly once more before coming to stoping front of his face, “What exactly do you want? Remembering you are under contract already” His eyes come to glare at her as the mark his father put on her glows more intensely as a slight burning sensation would be felt against that spot with a slight sizzle. He was showing who was still in charge, since he killed his father and took the throne and everything that came with it, all the contracts his father made were now his, although he never got around to changing them all. Arching a brow his hues flicker over to the crow “You, I will turn your feathery ass into a pie. That’s for sure” he smirked as his eyes quickly flick back to the queen the mark stops glowing as she falls down onto her feet in front of him, he stood there towering her as he continued to have his arms crossed. “Well you offer to free me from this pathetic female, what’s your price” he arched a brow as he licked his lips and glanced down to Nip.

CharlotteCarrendar: As the Queen was lifted off the floor by the swirling finger of the King of Hell himself, she actually felt a wave of his power ripple through her being. It was intoxicating and she was gaining great pleasure from it. You would think she would be scared by such an action, but you have to remember, she was once a bride of Satan herself. To her, this was foreplay. A dark chuckle escaped her lips, as she continued to twirl effortlessly about the daemon, all the while the Elf was on the floor, staring up at the two. Fear was etched in her face as the two power houses were getting to know each other. When the Queen said she could break the bond between the Elf and the Daemon, Nip had to wonder how such a thing would be done. For nothing else had worked, and even the Wizard said that it was not the reason they had come here. What had they gone there for? Was this all part of a Master plan? The crow seemed to enjoy the show greatly, even under the threat from the Ice lord. He ruffled his feathers and extended his wings as though he couldn’t care less, but in truth…he did. When the Queen came to stop right before the daemon and he asked her what her price was to free him from the Elf, she suddenly found reason to smile, and it was a wicked – dastardly grin. “I want what your father could not give me.” She got in close…real close. Her lips almost touching his. “A son.” That’s right. She had not been able to produce an heir with Satan, but now presented with the current King, she wanted to try her luck. She pulled back slightly and glared down at Nip. “Such a pathetic creature you are, child. The Gods must be crazy to have allowed you to be shackled to a King.” The Queen then looked back at Ice and made a face that was one of trying to be cute. “Just say the word….and I shall set you free from your bond.” <3>

IceTe3a: He arches a brow as she leaned in and stated she wanted to have a son, not just any son his son. This made him smirk as he chuckled slightly, rubbing the bridge of his nose he looked down to Nip as the queen stated how pathetic the child elf was, at least she had one thing right he chuckled as he shook his head and looked back up at the queen who was trying to make a cute face, something she should never do again in Ice’s opinion. Obviously he wasn’t going to give her a son this would not be in his best interests “And what makes you think I’d do such a stupid thing, Having someone else from my bloodline perhaps threaten my throne? Besides, I’d end up killing him like I do everyone else that falls under my gaze” his fiery hues went black as he glared at the queen, suddenly a *BANG* sound cracked and echoed through the room as the queen was hit with a invisible force sending her flying back into her throne. “As bad as this stupid child is, I’d rather find another way to remove her from me, than give you a son” he smirked as he looked down at Nip. “Get up child we’re leaving” he growled at her, as he shook his head still disappointed in her for being so childish and weak. He glances back to the queen and smirks “If you ever set your monkeys on to me again, or dare bother me well.. My father made you what you are, I can take that away” he smirked as he chuckled and shook his head “Now Nip” he grumbled as he flicked his wrist, the Audience doors flew open with a rather large bang. He turned his back on the queen and started to walk towards the door Nip would surely follow, although he was expecting the queen to attempt something stupid, that was for sure. “Oh, and I’ll be back to collect what’s rightfully mine soon enough, So enjoy what you have left” he chuckled and shook his head as he continued to walk towards the doors.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The playful look on the Queen’s face soon evaporated on the words of Ice. Outright rejection. You could see the blood boiling beneath the Queen’s alabaster veneer that was nothing more than a glamour trick. No one…but no one rejects Esmeralda and gets away with it. But as she was about to raise her hand, to strike his face with a vicious slap, her body was sent hurtling towards her throne, where she landed awkwardly – her head hitting the back of the Throne with a thud. In an instant, the glamour of the Ivory Queen wore off and she snarled viciously at the pair, as Ice demanded that they leave and that she get up off the floor. As Nip was about to, the Queen started to morph into a hideous beast. Like a massive black and red dragon, but more like a beast from the pits of hell. It was over thirty feet high with its head almost touching the ceiling. A loud roar escaped it’s gaping maw as it thundered towards Ice and the Elf. If she could not have his baby…she was going to finish him in one bite. Massive rows of razor sharp teeth gnashed together hungrily, while Nip stared back in horror. Her baby dragon squawked and freed itself from the guard holding it, trying to run across the floor to his Mistress. “YOU SHALL NOT LEAVE!” the beast roared as a blast of fire was blown out of the Beast’s mouth straight at Ice. She was that serious that she was risking her own life to get what she wanted. The beast thundered towards them, as many guards were fleeing in its wake. <3>

IceTe3a: He smirked as he heard the roar of a giant beast, the thundering footsteps were next as he turned around he looked up to see the queen had disappeared instead stood a giant hellish beast like creature that slightly resembled the queen “Yes Nip, that’s the queen she morphed” he chuckled and shook his head as she typically like all people forgot Ice was born of fire. He quickly turned his back to her as he covered Nip as he glared down at her “You’re so slow, seriously you’re useless in a fight just keep out of my way” he smirked as he chuckled in the flames as the fire caressed his body it tingled against his skin. His skin loving the feeling of the fire against it as it shivered slightly from within the flames his Daemonic voice echoed out “ You only adopted fire, I was born in it… Molded by it. Why I didn’t see anything else besides fire and brimstone until I was a man” his hand gripped Nips back as he slid her over out of the way towards her dragon he shouted out “Extend the chain by a lot! And keep the fuck out of the way!” he stated as his giant broadsword appeared in his right hand pointed directly at the queen. “Heh, I knew you were ugly but you bring a whole new term to the saying only a face a mother could love” he always taunted enemies like this, it was more or less his thing as he raised his left hand wiggling his fingers back and forwards to dare her to try and take him on “You want me to take what you owe now, Alright well it’s your funeral” he smirks as he clicks his fingers on his left hand and a guitar starts strumming away into the air but there was no band in sight, he had just summoned some music to play while this fight lasted

“Let’s get this party rocking shall we” he flicked his head as his snow white hair flows away from his face, his piercing green eyes glare at the Queen as he disappears from where he was standing, he reappears high up in the sky his blade raised above his head as he forced it down fast aiming for her face if it hit her face it would slice from the top right down to the bottom left of her face leaving a rather nasty scar.

CharlotteCarrendar; Nip was flying across the tiled floors and as she did so, she heard Ice yell out for her to lengthen the chain. It was the only way to keep her and the baby dragon out of harms way as he battled the angered Queen. “LENGTHEN!” she cried, right as she scooped up her baby dragon and then slid right out the door of the Audience chamber only to go bumping down the one hundred steps. “Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!” You could hear Nip’s voice trailing away but at least she was no longer in the chambers with the hellish beast and the Ice King. The hellish beast roared at the daemon. “YOU ARE NO MATCH FOR ME!” So sure she was she could end him. If his Father had been than surely Ice could be defeated. The hellish beast reared up and again let fly with another barrage of fire in Ice’s direction. But little did she know how skilled he was with the sword. Music suddenly started to play, and this was when the Crow took flight. “I can’t watch” he squawked, leaving the Queen to her fate. Ice had somehow darted from his place on the floor, to being high in the air above the hellish creature, with his blade coming down hard to slash open the beasts face. It was a full on hit, with the creature bellowing in pain and anger, stumbling back as blood gushed out of the gaping wound. The Creature lumbered back and morphed back into the Queen, who now had half her face slashed open, large flaps of skin hanging down. Her eyes were blood red as she ran for her magical sceptre. A gift from a passing Witch. The sphere within the tip of the sceptre glowed a sickly green colour as she started to chant an incantation to bring it up to full power. She aimed it at Ice, with a determined expression and then released a massive blast of energy to knock him off his feet. <3>

CiarAdamyrKaredric: -Ballasar unlocked the door to the Dragon’s Den Tavren. It was early ike 5 am in the mouring early, he was still half asleep. He opened the door walked in and rub the rune one the wall next to the wall. The rune glowed then lights all over the Tavren turned on. Behind him were five dragons, Drakey a small back dragon, Mist a white dragon just a little bit bigger than drakey, Then a reen dragon named thane, he was a little bigger than both, a blue dragon, about the same size of Thane named saphire the finaly Zorack, he was a lot bigger than all of the, he was the bouncer after all.Ballasar look at them-Ok every let’s gey ready-He said.Ballasar was a large man, he stood over 7 feet tall and was realy built, He had black scales all over his body six dragon wings, and a long dragon tail. He was, like he normaly was, shirtless and had on a pair of bacl gothic pants, with matching boots.He went back to the door as the dragons got to work and waited-My Neice shoud be here soon

ElilesMuiLuminarde: -Illyana pushed a button the wall on the inside of the castle and behind Ballasar and the dragon’s the large blue dragon painting swung open and out stepped the silver scaled 14 year old in appearance half-dragon. Though she appeared 14, she was actually about 36 year’s old and had jet black hair she left lose around her head. She was carrying a pile of scrolls with the intention of reading in the tavern, or taking a nap, which ever struck the Fe-dragon (feline/dragon) first. her wings were folded in tight and were colored the same as her scales and most of her body was covered in a light dusting of fur, her tail was longer than normal cats and had hard boning doing down the appendage. Her ears were abnormally long for a cat and flopped at the sides of her head. She had eyes like her mother Eliles, but they were silver instead of purple, and the stars were harder to see. “I’m over ‘ere uncle” she called out and set her scrolls down, her eyes closed and as she let out a sigh, “5 am, just like you asked, ‘ight” she said, she had only the lightest of accent, mostly from being around her mother-

CharlotteCarrendar: -It had been a few weeks, since the disaster of the deaths of Charlotte’s younglings, where she had in full form commited the ultimate sin. Her retreat to the abyssal world of Mazmezz would see the Leader of all bebilth and Ettercaps, take the young Charlotte under her care, to help her till such time she could return to the place of her children. Was it wrong of a mother to take that much needed break? To save her sanity before she could inflict more harm on her clutch? From the distance the two would rise, Mazmezz was in a new form, that of a large bipedal, like a giant among the mortals, but swathed in a long black cloak, made from spun spider silk and the colour of coal. Charlotte was in a similar cloak, her head well covered, dark crimson hues shining out from beneath. The air about them swirled, lifting their capes as they walked together. Charlotte’s head was bowed, as the Matriarch sent soothing messages to her embattled mind. (Mazmezz)”One day you will be able to return…but for now, you must search for the self you have lost, and I fear that this is something you are not ready to do alone. We will stop here and rest before continuing our journey, Young Carrendar.” (Charlotte)”As you wish…M’lady.” Her hands hidden deep beneath the folds of her cloak, no weapons visibile upon her person, but one could never tell with a bebilith…the danger that lurks beneath the surface. Approaching the door, a webbing bolt fired out from just under Mazmezz’s cloak, pulling the door open with force, as she made her way in first, Charlotte would follow behind, the smaller of the two.

LastRonin: -Cerikai wasn’t sure what had drawn her to this realm… she just knew she had felt the pull to travel, and had ended up… looking around… here. The place seemed interesting… she could tell it held the force of magic within it’s fabric… but that there was also something else… not quite there, but present nonetheless. It had the undercurrent of technology… upon further observation, she determined it was a dual-realm…. two-parallel existances with a thin veil between. She chose to stick within the one she was most comfortable with… the magical one. As she traveled around, waiting to find out what had drawn her here, Ceri discovered an interesting looking structure, it appeared to be a bar or tavern of some sort… she hoped it would be open, considering the early hour. Walking up to the door, the tall human-looking female tried the door and upon finding it unhindered, opened it To those within, it would be a very tall human female stepping into the room, her long silky black hair framing a face with flawless skin, full red lips, high cheekbones and bright piercing grey eyes. Her eyes drifted left to right, taking in the room and it’s occupants quickly yet thoroughly, with a small smile and a confidant walk, she strolled on into the room, her black leather outfit clinging tightly to her firm athletic figure. Ceri carried no visible weapons on her person… her mind was her most powerful weapon… as a Lurk/Mindblade… that was a formidable weapon indeed. It also offered other perks as well, such as the one that allowed her to carry her physical scimitar hidden… in a dimentional pocket until needed. The magical blade was her secondary blade though… the primary being the one she could form from her psionic energies. She let her eyes drift across those in the room… not even letting them pause for even a moment as she scanned the auras of those present, attempting to glean an idea of their natures and power levels. As a skilled aura reader, she could determine approximate power level and effective alignment of those whose auras she was able to observe. Still smiling as she sauntered to the bar, her training and innate abilities actually masking her own aura, making it appear as plain and unimposing to all but the most discriminate aura readers. The female, who looked to be in her early twenties, but was in reality well over a hundred spoke, her voice smooth and silky like her hair-”Good morning.”- She came to a halt at the bar, and leaned against it.-”Would you have any hot tea or coffee?”-

CiarAdamyrKaredric: -Ballasar looked over to his neice-”I forget that there is a hiiden door there”-he then walked over to the bar and began getting the tarven ready for bussniess. Mist was busy getting some coffe mad and Thane setting up the tables.Despite being small they could do a whole lot. Drakey gave Mist a hand while Saphire and Zorack stood by the door, Saphire on her bench.Ballasar was about to sit down when the first two came in-Hello and welcome to the dragn’s den, we are quite ready but please have a seat, one of the dragon’s will help you-He said as he took a seat. Saphire looked at htem-THis way and I’ll show you two your seats-She took them to the first table-Here you go-she said and went back to her bench, just as the other female entered-Good mourning-She said-THe coffe is being made as we speak, please follow me and I’ll show you to your table-She again showed her to a seat then went back to her bench-

ElilesMuiLuminarde: -Illyana saw the people enter looked at the battery operated watch she had received from her cousin on her last trip home from the human world, “that’s a new record, Uncle, guests when we first open, last time it was an hour after we opened,” the Fe-dragon stood up and did a little curtsey out of sheer habit then sat back at her table with her scrolls and proceeded to ignore them, just cause she was temp-lady of the house, didn’t mean she had to be in charge 24-7. She flipped through scrolls of her mother’s old paintings when she was still learning to write, and when Illyana was still a baby, her mother had written little tales to go with the paintings in her horrible English hand writing, but at least the half breed had tried her best. “Uncle, are you sure you don’t know where mum’s more recent work is?” she called out, ignoring the fact he might be busy-

CharlotteCarrendar:- A gathering of travellers, and the hosts would be inside the strange looking tavern, and with a snort, Mazmezz lumbered forward, the sound of chiming of anklets and bracelets heard beneath her cloak. Her face was obscured with a veil, and probably just as well, for it was not the face of beauty, for if anyone knew Mazmezz they knew she was not attractive in her normal form. A voice that would sound like harsh scratching of claws down a black board, would call out to those that bid welcome. (Mazmezz)”Ale…for me, and water…for the girl.”- she gestured to Charlotte, who kept her hood up, dark circles under her shimmering crimson hues. To any who knew her before, this was not the same one. She had a long road to recovery ahead of her. Mazmezz raised a hand, the chink of metal bracelets would catch Charlotte’s attention and she would go find a seat in the corner, as Mazmezz approached the bar, tossing down a bag full of gold coins (like a purse). (Mazmezz)”This should cover all our expences here.”

robbieicestone: ~ A small 4’5 half demon girl had ran in from running away from some large ogres .. She had short black hair and a skinny body figure… she wore a cotton short sleeve shirt with long leather fore arm sleeve. As she was running she looked behind her seeing how they had stopped and given up… she sighed .. finally… she stood putting her hands on her knees .as she was at the entrance as what seemed a tavern.she pants having her short black hair going into her face covering her eye-patch and her gray eye. she had a dagger strapped to her left leg tightly . her short demon tail behind her .. having it going only to her knees having it be a little fat like a Dino tail. she had short little horns coming out of her head .. they weren’t sharp since she filed them … at the bottom of her back above her butt-ox she had runes branded into her skin . she had looked up looking at the large doors silently . her small 4’4 foot figure pushing against the door to open the door . as she did she then looked around silently observing everyone and everything. ~

LastRonin: -Ceri watched the little dragoness move off to a seat, seemingly assuming she would follow. The smiled quirked at the corner as she turned back to the bar, then stepped over and sat atop one of the stools there, positioning herself so that she could see the majority of the room from her chosen perch. Ceri kept her expression schooled as she sat and watched the room, she leaned against the bartop and focused her mind… slipping into a psuedo-trance… her outward appearance not changing, but her mind and body uniting in focus and channeling her psi with extreme efficiency. She was studying the auras she could see… perhaps one of these might give her an idea of why she was drawn here. Ceri pursed her lips and began to whistle a soft but lively tune, the elven melody floating through the room. She paused her tune momentarily to address the ones behind the bar-”If you would please…”- she asked -”As soon as the coffee is ready, would you please pour me a mug and bring me a little honey with it?”- she smiled at them as she finished her query and returned to surveying the room and the auras present within it. Ceri momentarily wondered whether her father had ever been here… there were so many dragons here… it was possible.-

CiarAdamyrKaredric: -Ballasar felf a demons presence and we look over at the entrance, he saw the small girl.-Welcome have a seat and one of the dragon’s will be woth your shourtly-He then looked at His Neice-Sorry Illy, I don’y know where Elli left them, you can ask Emerick when he gets home he might know-he then went back to his work.The ittle black dragon walked over to the two females-Here you go one Ale and one water-he then walked back over to the bar.Ballasar sat there going over the books of the tarven now his dark auar al around him, if felf weird for it wasn’t evil, but it was not of this world as well, anyone senceing it would fell like they were in a dream-Illy do me a favor and go grab last weeks books something isn’t adding up-He said not looking up.The black dragon then walk over to the lone woman-Here you go some coffe with honey enjoy-He then walked back to the bar-

ElilesMuiLuminarde: -Illyana made a face at her uncle, the half feline half dragon had aura that one might compare to a gentle spring shower with the potential to become a powerful a violent storm in the right conditions. Illyana stood up and gathered her scrolls and cross the room heading for the dragon painting on the wall, as she was passing Charlotte and her Mazmezz’s table. The dragon turned to look at them; her face was almost exactly like her mothers, if it wasn’t for the scales, it would have been like Eliles was staring them right in the face. One of the scrolls fell from her hands, and landed opened to a beautiful painting of a feline humanoid looking in a mirror, a self-portrait. And that feline was Eliles, the female she-cat with wings that were as black as night and had grey curly hair fully down and white ears with star lite purple eyes. The scroll continued to unroll and showed a story of one of the hunting parties she had taken and ended in battle, the scroll rolled under there table and the Fe-dragon was wide eyed, “oh! I’m sorry! I’m such a Klutz!!” she shouted and jumped down to the ground and looked up , “do you mind if I can gather the scroll please, I’m so sorry,” she repeated again, her inky black hair spooling across the ground and she knelt down-

CharlotteCarrendar: – Mazmezz was bringing back the ale and the glass of water from the bar, when Illyana, would drop the scroll that would unfurl and roll beneath the table. (Mazmezz)”Gah..”- is all she would say, stepping past the half feline half dragon. The noise that accompanied the girl would also have Mazmezz shaking her head. (Mazmezz)”Good help is hard to find these days, I imagine. And…yes..*she gestured with a black hand that was covered in rings towards the floor*…pick it up then…take your leave. Your crowding.’- this last part was said with a deepening tone, as though she wanted to get the girl out of the way for her own sake. Charlotte would catch sight of the image upon the scroll, then from beneath the shadow of her hood, she stole a glance at the girl before her. ~Could this be the child Eliles had spoken about in the past?~ Charlotte moved her leg, to offer Illyana the chance to scoop up the scroll. Her hair just showing out from beneath her hood. Then the sound carried over from across the room. A whistle, a soft but lively tune. Charlotte turned her head to look out the window, as Mazmezz slid her water over in front of her, easy to reach. (Mazmezz)”Let it go….”

DeathFairy91: Leaping from tree to tree just outside the town, a small soul collector moved in secret as her newest pair of wings continued to grow in. Protruding from her back were developing bat wings, still only usable for short gliding. As she lept from a final tree, she soard onto a builing on the outskirts. Now jumping from roof to roof, she finds a larger building that looks secure enough for her needs. As she crawls along its exterior, she notices a lack of windows. Climbing down to the ground, she tucked her wings against her back and slid through the crack under the front door. Once inside, she dashes across the floor and ducks behind a dragon statue on the right side of the hallway.

CharlotteCarrendar: -Mazmezz makes a light growl as Charlotte rises from her seat, the two cloaked beings then cast gaze over all patrons, and Mazmezz hisses- (Mazmezz)”Something…in here…is trying to read our auras. I find them…I shall fill their anuses with webbing and they will not pass bowels for a month.”- Charlotte glares from beneath her hood-

Guest_Quinnarie: -as it begins to rain, a tall slender figure steps from the shadows, looking quite disheveled, and trips, falling to the floor without a sound-

CarricAnarion: Carric opened the worn wooden door at the entrance to the tavern, yawning expansively as he did so. He was exhausted from traveling for nearly a day straight, and the sudden torrential downpour hadn’t helped his mood any. As he made his way across the wood planked floor of the building, his boots squelched from accumulated rainwater, and his clothing dripped soddenly. He made his way over to a secluded table, shaking his head much like a wolf would, sending droplets of water flying from his soaked and bedraggled hair. Grumbling to himself, he sat down, taking off his backpack and leaning it against one leg of the table. He removed his black bearskin cloak and threw it over a stool to dry. He rummaged through his backpack, bypassing the bow, arrows, knives, and other assorted hunting and traveling gear, pulling out a black leather pouch. He sighed in relief, seeing that it had not gotten soaked, thank the Gods. He took stock of his gear, and found the inside of the rucksack remarkably dry. He gave another sigh in relief and turned to see who was in charge of the establishment. His tilted elven gaze and pointed ears marked him out as he spoke. “Is smoking allowed within? I’d hate to brave that deluge again just to smoke my pipe. Also, what would be on the menu this morning?”

LastRonin: -Ceri noted the oddity that was the aura of the male going over the books… had she a weaker mind, it alone could have sent her off track mentally. Then there was the strange feline draconic one… hers was… tempestuous and mercurial. She could be interesting as well… but it was unlikely either of them were the reason for Ceri’s drawing… they did not seem to be a threat to balance whatsoever… she continued to monitor them peripherally, but turned her attention to the others. The gruff-voiced female who took the ale and water to the other table with the other hooded and cloaked female… those two… really were of immediate interest… for they seemed to be cloaking not just their physical forms… but their auras as well… perhaps… just perhaps… one of these two were the threat to the balance that had drawn Ceri here. Her reason for existance being the maintenance of the balance through the elimination or at least neutralization of overbalancing forces. Her senses alerted due to the noted deception… she continued her scan of the room… an added benefit to her aura sense being that shadows and many forms of invisibility didn’t effect it as severely as they did visible light. It often would grant Ceri notice of hidden beings. So, therefore she scanned the entire room. She sat there sipping her coffee as she pondered the enigma of how she might determine the balance of the two cloaked beings.-

CiarAdamyrKaredric: -The red dragon at the entrance would look up at the creature behind the satue-”Hey if you are here for trouble then get out”-he said, Ballasar looked up”Zorax stop it, llet her come in, it is raining after all. and yes you can smoke-He said to the wolf-As for what is to eat-he looked over to mist-What is one the menu this mouring Mist-The little white dragon looked up-Bacon, Ham sausage, eggs, tost, for the vegitarrns we have a fuirt salad-she said-The little back dragon went from table to table taking orders-

LastRonin: -Ceri was pondering the two with cloaked auras when she felt the shadows shift in response to another’s manipulations… as she saw the tall slender figure step from the shadows and then trip, falling to the floor. Shortly thereafter a male elf with an air of animalistic about him entered, shaking the rain from his hair as he sat. Ceri shrugged her shoulders as he asked if he could smoke in here. She also noted the one the red dragon had accosted for hiding behind the statue… she would observe their auras as well, since she already had her aura sense active… that is unless they too were hiding their auras… this was unlikely, for not all that many tended to be trully aware of auras and what they could reveal.-

CharlotteCarrendar: – Charlotte fell in behind Mazmezz’s large bulk, keeping her identity concealed, reaching up and pulling the sides of her hood down futher, a low growl escaping her throat, as Mazmezz’s many bangles and charms clinked, and slowly she ambled around the inn, checking out each in turn, her eyes darkening as she took in all these souls that had now entered the small inn. A flash or blur, with speed a creature makes it across the floor to hide behind a dragon statue on the right of the hallway. A form would fall and land on the floor yet surprisingly made no sound, wet from the rainy morning, and forming a puddle from her soaked clothes. Mazmezz could not believe such an odd gathering being presented. Had they found themselves, just beyond the local asylum? Big boots thundered over the wooden floorboards, shaking himself like a wolf, to rid his hair of the excess droplets, this was starting to become a very wet and crowded place indeed. He appeared to be a hunter, taking off his black bearskin cloak, and the sound of the clink of metals as he rummaged through his bag, indicated he did have arms, various weapons that were not exposed, but hidden beneath his cloth bag. (Charlotte)”Elven..” -she said simply, no other word needed to be said, for his ears were a dead giveaway. Then finally, both Mazmezz and Charlotte turned to look at the dark and mysterious woman who by all accounts, was watching them both. Charlotte and Mazmezz both turned to each other and nodded, then started to make their way across the floor to them. (Mazmezz)”You…girl….what name have you?”

DeathFairy91: Staying out of direct sight, she watches as several people pass by. When the coast is clear, she begins climbing up the wall. Out of habit, her wings spread out over her body in an attempt to conceal herself, though the new ones weren’t quite big enough for that yet. As she passed the statues, she all but ignored the live dragons, only keeping an eye on them as she climbed. Reaching the ceiling, she crawls out and flips herself out on to the wall over the hallway, climbing up into the rafters.

Guest_Quinnarie: -she looks up at the people surrounding her, none of them noticing the fall, and then is stepped over by a woman she doesnt know, and sighs. she wishes someone would help her up, and rubs her ankle painfully- “damn. lotso rude people eh?” -she then shifts and rubs at her ankle more, wincing, and her london accent is thick in her voice- “no wonder people are ignorin’ others. yer all ignorin eachother, so noone really give a shit eh?”

CiarAdamyrKaredric: (( i have to make a closing post))-A man ran in wearing solid blue armor, looked around when he saw Ballasar he ran over to him-Ballasar hounds on the bouder i was sent to come get you-Ballasar looked up-Hounds?-he then ooked over to his neice-Illy stay here and watch the tavren-he then stood up grab his great blade from the weopon rack and walked out the door. As soon as he was outside he took off fly towrod the hounds-

PrincessCassieHeart: ~Quizi, comes riding through the forest on her horse Peregrine, a tall rhone with a jet black mane, she has two smaller pack horses trailing behind her, loaded with supplies, she has been on her journey for one month now and is in need of some re-supply. She is dressed in a forest dress of green and brown, and as always she has four daggers starpped to her ankles and thighs, however she also has added an elven sword and bow to her arsenal, since the clan wars, she no longer is a small girl of eleven, the wars made her grow fast as she learned the art of killing and scouting, she now is an adult Elven girl of 22 human yrs. She returnd home to the Falcon Family House hold, but still felt like an outsider there, though her Father Jade Caex Falcon treated her as one of the family she felt as if she still had to prove herselfto him. One day while reading ancient texts and scrolls she fond several stories telling about the Falcon Lords who were the servents of Kings for their Killing abilities, and how for several centuries they served whatever Royal Family could afford to pay for their services. They were the terror of the lands and their name was spoken in whispers, for the people were frightend of them. They were said to have a castle on the highest peak in the western lands, accessiable only by flight for there were no roads or passes that lead to it. The stories went on to tell of the people being tired of being afraid that they rose up against the Falcons and in a bloody war lasting several years they drove the assassins out of the land, and all knowledge of the Falcon Castle was lost. Rumours had it that before the last lord of the castle left he hid a treasure in the place and then put a curse on it so thqat any but true Falcon Blood seaking the Castle and its treasure would die horrible deaths. Over the years several have tried and all have never been seen again. Quizi decided that this was just what she needed to impress her Father and show him that she deserved to be a Falcon. She decided to find the Castle and restore the Falcon Lords to their rightful place. So with out telling her father Quizi set out to find her heritage and prove herself.That is what has brought her to this forest and to this tavern she is in need of supplies and iformation she rode up to the door and getting down she hitched her horses to the rail and leaving her sword and bow packed but taking her knives she enters the tavern and looks around, it is full , and as she makes her way to the bar gliding on her feet she finds a stool and sits taking in the room waiting for the barkeep to notice her……

LastRonin: -As Ceri contemplated the newcomers, she noted too, the rise of the two cloaked females and their proceeding circuit of the tavern… scrutinizing everyone it seemed, until at last… their gaze fell upon her… she smiled. Ceri watched them nod at each other… apparently she had managed to trigger some sort of alarm in them… curiouser and curiouser. She continued to sip her coffee as the two drew closer to her. The elder one asking rather bluntly for a name from her. Ceri didn’t answer immediately, simply taking another sip from her cup of coffee… holding the heavy ceramic mug between her slender long-fingered hands and rolling it gently back and forth before cocking her head slightly to one side and responding to the query-”Many… is there any one in particular ye would be looking for?”- she posed her own question to the gruff-voiced one. Ceri knew she had been pulled, drawn to this place… she would find out why… she would locate the threat to the balance… and deal with it… whatever that entailed… and sometimes in order to see what was cooking, you had to stir the pot. She used her peripheral vision to track the apparent owner of the tavern respond to a new visitor in armor by grabbing a weapon and leaving abruptly, his absence soon filled by the entrance of a young elven female… all the while she didn’t remove her gaze from the pair across the table from her. Ceri held her psi in reserve the previously achieved state of focus allowing her to be prepared to respond in a moment with nearly any of her psi abilities at her disposal… including the summoning of her mindblade if the need arose.-

CharlotteCarrendar:- More movement detected just out of eyeshot, a creature climbing the walls, her wings spreading out like a moth, as she tries to conceal herself. Just a short moment, its up onto the rafters she goes. Charlotte glances upward, as Mazmezz keeps eyes focused on the girl who is yet to say a name. Another voice, rich in a london accent does make a remark as she rubs her ankle, which she injured in her fall. “damn. lotso rude people eh?” – Just in behind her the door would be flung open by a crosseyed ettercap. (Josh)”Duh…this the place?” -He stumbles in, dragging his claw like arms that touch the ground along with him. He sees the grumbling woman who speaks of no one giving a shit and then he reaches inside his bag and pulls out a bottle that has a strange looking object floating in it. (Josh)”Duh…you can have my lucky shit…I can always make more. Hur.” -If she takes it, he would continue in and look for his Mistress, Mazmezz. A woman of noble birth it would appear, strides past the Ettercap who gets a wiff of her scent and makes a lovesick face. (Josh)”P-retty lady.” :: The woman whom Mazmezz had asked the name for, replied in a cheeky fashion, that would have Mazmezz make a face. (Mazmeez) “A simple question requires a simple answer, and I am not in the mood to play “Rumplestiltskin guessing games….Miss” -the last word said with a hiss.

ElilesMuiLuminarde: -The 14 year old bristled even more, if that was even possible, first her uncle runs off on some fantabalse adventure to slay hounds, and just hey, Illy watch the tavern. A stream of beautifully colored words poured out of the mouth the Fe-dragon, whose scales across her face was slowly turning red, from either her blushing under the white scales, or she was just getting that hot under the surface. So the first thing the Fe-dragon did, was turn to the three woman, jab a finger in there direction and snapp, “ye best no’ go an recken’ me papa’s Tavern, if ye gonna’ brawl I demand ye take tat blundry mess ouutside!” she snapped her ears going straight up and against her skull a second later then the little prissy turned away with a swing of her tail that hidden spike blade as the end of it took a chunk out a wood from the bar and earned another beautiful curse’s that would have had her over her father’s knee and went to address the knocking on the tavern door. Sapphire the dragon was as always dutiful she allowed in the local merchants that were coming in for a drink before they would travel to the other kingdom’s near Mirari country they resided in at the moment. They sauntered in without a bit of care and found seats, completely ignoring the girl, until one old man stopped and nodded to her, “Lady Kardric, I see you’re in a beautiful mood this morning,” he said, smiling. Illy looked at him, “go piss yer self-Old Man,” she snapped and stepped out the door’s for a breath of fresh air and would come back later to apologize, should her mother somehow find out about these sudden tantrums-

PrincessCassieHeart: Looking around Quizi noticed that there were a few tall dark women in the place she figured that these must be the people that live in this land, so turnning to the woman next to her (Ronin) she asks, “What is this land?, Do you know where I might purchase supplies and get a hot meal?, I am a traveler heading west to the mountains. ” She doesn’t want to expose too much of what her plans are she just wants to be sure this is the right way her map is old and names change…

LastRonin: -Ceri was in the middle of a fairly tense moment with Mazzmezz when the newly arrived elven female leaned in to speak to her… asking about supplies and where she was. Ceri didn’t remove her gaze from Mazzmezz, but replied-”Dear child… I suggest you ask a native… I too am a traveller…”- she lifted a single finger from the warm surface of her coffee mug to point the direction of the scaled and furry girl… that is until she stomped her way out the door.-”Well, I was going to suggest you speak with her…”-Ceri shrugged before replying again to Mazzmezz-”‘Tis a shame… games can help keep you young…”-she paused in mock shock-”oh… well, at least help you feel a little less… temporally disadvantaged.”-she sipped at her coffee again-”So… why don’t we start with ‘simon says’… I’ll be simon… and simon says…”- she paused to sip her coffee again-”show me the truth”-the last said with a wink and a smile. Ceri was pushing… she was pushing hard, but she knew there had to be some sort of reason for her drawing… there always was. Her commitment to the balance had been noticed… and she had been being given paths to follow to find threats to the balance… beings whose intensity towards one way or another threatened to tip the scales one way or another… these were her targets… these were her destiny.-

CharlotteCarrendar; – “Geerrrr?” Mazmezz made the strangest sound, one of mock surprise and shock that this slip of a girl wanted to play a childish game of “Simon says..”- She turned to Charlotte and then frowned from beneath the veil. (Mazmezz)”Her name is Simon?” – yes the grand Bebilith matriarch was befuddled by this young girl’s games. Charltotte allowed her hood to slide back a bit, as she reached forward to Mazmezz’s arm and then moved around to position herself between Mazmezz and the cheeky girl. Josh the Ettercap was picking his nose over in the corner, rubbing his ample ass against a support post. (Josh)”Silly name for a girl….Simon….I think, Trisha would suit a girl like that…My mum’s name was Trisha.” Mazmezz shook her head and looked down at the much smaller Charlotte- (Charlotte)”I have a game thats better than Simon says. Its called, “I spy with my little eye….guess who has my fist in their face?” -she said with a growl.

LastRonin: -Ceri’s confident smirk never faltered nor wavered as she poked and prodded…. the keenly intelligent psion testing the limits of the pair’s control over their aura cloaking… she had been pushing on typical emotional triggers, playing a possibly dangerous game by trying to incur anger in the elder one first… and if that didn’t work, she would try the lesser one… for many, when their minds were clouded by anger would lose the focus necessary to cloud the perception of their auras… and this was looking to be her chance to see if it would work against this one… she still was observing for the auras of the two… passively… not seeking to extract the information… but to watch and see if either of the pair lost control enough to open just a crack… a seam… anything to allow her to glimpse the auras… this would be enough to tell her whether either was her target. So, she sat there… looking calm and relaxed while maintaining the readiness of a taut bowstring… a delicate balancing act…. one that had taken decades to master… and she watched… hoping for that tell-tale glimmer of law, chaos, evil or good… any one of those in extreme being anethema to balance.-

CharlotteCarrendar: – Charlotte was about to raise her fist, the fingers tucked in deep but at this moment, a black hand, covered in rings and the tinkling of bracelets would seize her foream, the much taller being speaking in a raspy tone. (Mazmezz)”It’s a trick….a test…do not let the emotions cloud what is your judgement of this creature.” Charlotte’s arm trembled slightly, through aggression and gritted teeth. Josh the Ettercap sung out. (Josh)”Simon says….Its a game!…I know I know I know….Simon says…touch your toes!” and with that, he bent over and released a loud fart, the gas itself, sure to knock out a few patrons who were in close proximity. Mazmezz increased the hold on Charlotte’s wrist, till finally Charlotte’s arm stopped moving, and as Mazmezz released the hold, she lowered it, reaching instead for the hood and pulling it further down to hide her face. She turned and walked back to the bar, seating herself down, on a stool and toyed with a bowl, sulking at being restrained. Mazmezz closed in on the girl and then leant down so her stinky hot breath would be in the woman’s face. (Mazmezz)”You….reallly don’t want her messing up that pretty little face of yours, Girl.”

ElilesMuiLuminarde: -The people were coming in more and more, the small village of Mirari had grown over the years. The Ettercap had been successful at chasing out some of the patrons who would have rather brave the rains then face the stink. Illyana stood outside her arms crossed and shivering from the pouring rain, but at least it was ‘cooling her off’ the Fe-dragon closed her eyes and sighed heavily a small cloud of fog coming out of her mouth. It was starting to get cold. Her trained ears could hear the distant cries from the border as a battle raged between the celestial cats’ and hounds. She would have joined the battle, if she didn’t think fighting was so ridiculous. Instead she hugged her self-more and glared at the people that were entering the tavern in groups now. The dragon’s inside were in full swing caring for the patrons and making sure orders were filled and food was delivered. -

KittyMarshal: -Rai walked through the forest enjoying the early morning showers, she laughed and giggled as she twirled around, splashing in the puddles. She seemed happy, but really she was lost and had no idea where she was going. To any passing human she looked to be about 7 or 8 and dressed in a fun little costume, she had on what looked to be school clothes, she had black and white cat-like ears, and what looked to be a fluffy white tail, the tip having black fur. she let her soft leathery wings extend, loving the cold air and the feel of the rain on her skin. she soon spotted a building in the distance, but she was wary, for the last time she and her mother saught refuge somewhere hell hounds had attack them, she had only barely managed to get away, but not in time to miss seeing them kill her mother and capture her soul. she had mourned much for her mother that day. the rain made it easy to hide the tears. She slowly and cautiously approached the building, tucking her wings in and lowering her tail, her eyes darting around everywhere-

LastRonin: -Ceri continued to smile as it seemed for a moment there might be a break… but the elder one was shrewd… she realized what was happening and warned the younger… helping her to still herself and not reveal anything damning… or of salvation… for if they weren’t the threat to the balance… that too would be revealed through the auras. Well… some games were won in single sweeping moves… others took more subtle and elegant maneuvers working in concert to trap the opponent into a position where they had no other choice… Ceri was already contemplating her next several moves as she worked towards … checkmate. Ceri didn’t back away… she didn’t flinch at the putrid breath, which thankfully kept the majority of the smelly beast’s fart away as well. She stared back and said-”Oh no… wouldn’t want that… might end up needing a big ugly cloak to hide my wrinkled and scarred face.”-she gave a feigned shudder and chuckled-” then again… we wouldn’t want your little broken pup to get further damaged either… now would we?”-Now this wasn’t mind-reading… though that was a trick that Ceri had at her disposal… this was simply observance… noted from the downtrodden haunted looks the younger one had exhibited… the way she had held herself for most of the morning… the protective and matronly, yet assertive tones the crone had spoken to her in… all these things… including the bits of conversation that Ceri’s trained ears had picked up upon… it all added up to that conclusion… no magic needed, no psionics… just alert and astute observation and an understanding of mental process and emotional displays. Ceri was ready to do battle here and now… either in defense of herself if they proved to not be the threat… or in service to her destiny if they were. But if she were given the choice… she intended to make the determination, and would then observe and stalk them, or at least whichever was the threat… while she planned and prepared her proper assault… for straight forward battle was not the forte of the Hunter… some would call them assassins… but that title applied more to less altruistic beings… ones who would kill, not for a grand cause… but purely to fill their own coffers. Berenthal DeNabarran Cerikai did not count herself amongst those lowlifes… many of them would someday find themselves to have been on her target list… but only after she had done what was necessary to strike their name from it.-

CharlotteCarrendar: – “That…little pup, you speak of with little or no respect, needs not to hear ill words from the likes of you, Girl. As for me, well…you really seem to be fascinated in the layers of our outers shell, yes? Trying to taunt me to think I care for beauty…*she began to pinch at the corners of her veil, with her long black claws, that shined in the dimly lit room. “You girl want to see….what lay beneath this veil of silk? Then I be happy to oblige you…GIRL” – her voice was rising, as the hooded Charlotte kept her place at the bar, mindlessly spinning the nut bowl on the bar top. The veil was lifted, and what was hidden beneath was that of a beautiful woman, high cheek bones, and full luscious lips, that any man would wish to steal a kiss. But the eyes…..yes, you stare into the green hues, it was there that true evil lay. A wry grin began to form, for the corners of her mouth turned upward, and then, she opened her mouth, now this…was not so pleasant, for out would come four large mandibles, that knashed together, a very fine slither of a tongue licking out to taste the air around the girl. The tips of her mandibles dripped in a foul smelling neuro toxin, as she leant towards the girl. (Mazmezz)”Ever kissed a spider…and lived to tell the tale?”

ElilesMuiLuminarde: -Illyana saw the girl approaching Illyana’s quick eyes quickly taking in the child and finding the key markers of a celestial cat, perhaps a half-breed celestial cat. But what was one so young doing out along, one younger than her. Illyana quickly forgetting her anger at even her twin siblings she called out to the girl, “child, what are you doing out in the rain,” she called and gathered her skirts and ran out into the down pour towards the child. The air rippled with darkness suddenly, Illyana’s trained silver eyes darted towards the trees on the out skirts of the village. Black shadows moved with a visible black glowing aura like mist coming off the bodies of three huge dogs all Doberman in appearance each with a very dark blue hue to their fur. The dog’s opened their mouths, and loud shouting sounds something between a howl and a woman’s scream poured out from the jaws of the animals, black leather wings unfolded from their backs. Illyana let out a ear shattering scream should anyone have been standing next to her and she ran the rest of the way and attempted to grab the child, “GET IN SIDE NOW! EVERYONE IN SIDE!” should the child listen to her Illyana would proceed to run back to the tavern as crowds of people would scream and fight to get into the tavern. And wouldn’t you know it, Illyana slipped in the mud, just as the hounds were closing in just outside the tavern, that was when Illyana let out her own feral hiss and transformed into her true appearance in a cloud of white mist appearing like the Chinese dragon’s with fur and scaled covered body long whiskers but shorter snout, her tail whipped around the smack a hound in the head, but they were quicker.-

Conversation complete, the somehow still bemused yet irritated Elias turned to his apprentice. The girl was leaning against the table with her arms crossed and a sour expression. He wanted to admonish her, but the lass was of course a grown woman. Besides. Thomas deserved what she’d done. There was nothing for it but to wait and see if Lucy was able to bring him around. A moment later Elias was staring out the window across from the elevator shaft. Yellow Ass was standing on the sidewalk with his phone to his ear and proceeded to remove his pants. By the time that conversation was over the boy had chucked the keys into the truck and was striding off into the street in nothing but his boxers between himself and the public. Poor Lu. This was going to mean more trouble for her. It wasn’t a good idea to leave the keys down there though. Calling back over his shoulder Elias told Róisín, “Get the first set on the trolley. I’m going down for the keys the kid left.” He then called the elevator back up and rode it to the lobby.

Róisín had not bothered to follow Elias to the windows and had instead proceeded to pack up the materials she had been using to wrap her pieces. She vaguely heard something about keys and trolley when Elias yelled. Shoving the remaining bubble wrap back into the packing crate, she carried it into the hall and placed it back in the storage closet before walking into the studio and dragging the trolley over to the first stack. She was loading it carefully when Elias returned to help. Between them they soon had all but her final piece, her most private, stashed into the truck. But as they had not yet heard from Lucy they hung about the studio until she contacted them.

It wasn’t long after that the door buzzer sounded. Ro and Eli were parking in his office mildly discussing the show. Róisín rose to answer it but Elias shook his head and stepped in front of her: “Better if I answered, either way.” Acceding with a frown, she remained behind leaning against the door frame. When the door was rolled back, the older man’s voice drifted to her ears. “Lucy! So the kid wouldn’t come back? I’ve got the keys here. Ro’s work is loaded. I can drive it over to the gallery if you’d like, but we didn’t want to head over until we’d heard back from you. Coming in?” He moved back into the hall and gestured toward the doorway in which Róisín was posed. Lucy looked absolutely beat.

It was Elias that greeted Lucy at the door, his words like rapid fire as he asked about Thomas and how they had loaded the van ready to go to the gallery on their own. Lucy stood silently as her eyes wandered over to Roisin fleetingly, then back at Elias who said that he was prepared to drive the truck over to the gallery for her. They had held off since they were waiting on word back from her about Thomas. His final gesture was to ask Lucy inside, while Roisin had remained in place at the doorway, leaning against it casually. Now, if Lucy had been annoyed by the entire farce she didn’t show it. The professional mask was up and in place. Just another set back, that the assistant Director didn’t need. Though dressed in the paint stained overalls, and with her hair now starting to come undone due to the rush on over to the Studio, she still had that air about her.

“For a moment.” her reply to the offer to come inside was said quietly. With the work now on the truck, and time marching on there was very little reason for Lucy to remain. As for the situation with the truck….

“If you could drive the van back over to the gallery I would appreciate it, Elias. It’s a tricky thing to park in the loading bay. I will happily reimburse you for the cost of a cab back to your residence after.” Lucy was not speaking now to Roisin, for she felt that an argument may well ensue.

“I will ring a few temp agencies in the morning to find a replacement for Thomas so that the truck can be unpacked at the very least. Might…go for Russians that don’t speak much English, so they don’t offend anyone.”

Now that last part, was meant as it was said. Lucy took a step back and said finally.

“Shall we go now?”

It was now near dinner time…as the street lights were starting to come on.

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Simone’s eyes darkened as she stared down Raul, who was grinning at her like a Cheshire cat. The last thing she wanted at this point in time was to have his greasy looking mitts all over her just to sell a strand of pearls. Just then one of the assistants came in with a platter of nibbles for the gathered throng of Sales reps and designers. It was already starting to remind her of an after party at one of her shows, and this was just the lead up to the fashion show. But there was something about the smell of the small bite sized morsels that suddenly had Simone looking green. She slapped her hand over her mouth and then looked for the nearest exit. She was going to be sick.

Pushing past Raul and Giseppe, she reached the door and then hot footed it down to the nearest ladies toilet, where she slammed open the door and made a bee line for the nearest cubicle. Collapsing to her knees and hugging the porcelain, she started to throw up. And it was bad. Her gut wrenching heaves were enough to make the girl in the next cubicle gag.

“Are you alright?” The office clerk asked, as Simone was wiping the drool off her bottom lip and trying to catch her breath.“I’m sick…I’m….R.A.L.P.H!!!! ~blurg!~” Oh it was nasty. Everything Simone had eaten for breakfast, and even dinner the night before was making a second appearance. She coated the bowl. It was simply horrific.

Falling back on her ass, she started to cry as the mascara she wore was running down her cheeks.

“What is wrong with me?” She whimpered as she drew her knees up to her chest and sobbed.

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After having cleaned herself up from the vomit that stained her shirt, Simone came out of the ladies room only to be confronted by Erica. Turns out the other staffer in the cubicle beside Simone’s was the office gossip. Erica reached for Simone’s arm and dragged the hapless blonde down to the conference room. Thankfully, it was not in use and they had it to themselves. Locking the door so that they wouldn’t be followed, Erica stared at Simone with a grim expression. The ride to the office that morning, Simone had shown her a pregnancy test stick that had been in her bag. Naturally, Erica jumped to conclusions.

“Mary from accounts said she heard you throwing up. Now…after this morning, you know….”

Erica didn’t need to elaborate, since Simone knew exactly where this was going. “It has to be something I ate. Erica…I swear, I’m not pregnant. Okay?”

This was not enough for Erica, who had gained Simone a top spot in the fashion Week parade. “But you said so yourself. That there was a chance and it might be Brock’s.”

Simone hissed at Erica, starting to get nasty about bringing up Brock’s name. “No..no…just no.”

The blonde ran her fingers through her hair, looking like an animal caught in a trap. The last thing she needed right now was to be expecting. The very thought of it turned Simone cold. “I can’t be. I wouldn’t know what to do with a baby. You would be looking at the world’s worst mother.” Simone said, tapping her chest.

Erica started pacing, as Simone leaned back on the conference room table. It must still be early days, at least that is what Erica thought. She came to a stop and then pointed at Simone. “We are going to a family clinic. Find out once and for all, then…you are going to have to make a decision.” Erica approached her friend and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I’ll even go with you. Okay Simmy? You won’t be alone in this.”

Simone had to admit, that was probably the kindest thing Erica had ever said to her friend. She let out an exasperated sigh, and hugged her good friend. Erica rubbed her back lightly and said.

“Now…about that nude photo shoot.”

“ERICA?!”

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Ame turned her blinker on to only turn into a parking lot of a liquor store to stock up on some expensive drinks to have with her friends for she wanted to be prepared for the luncheon, possibly hire some male strippers to give the group of girls some fun. She pulled into a parking space, turning the key to shut the engine off for it was loud for most people. She pulled out her cell phone, unlocking the screen to only go searching through her contacts, wanting to find Simone. Once she reached Simone’s number, she tapped the call button, putting the phone up to her ear and waited for her friend to pick up, wanting to tell Simone that she was back in town and wanted to see how the girl was doing.

Simone and Erica decided it was time to get out of the apartment for the day, rather than sit inside and discuss the upcoming issues with Simone’s pregnancy. The Freemont shopping district was popular within their circle, as there was not only a lot of art galleries and restaurants, but the shopping was both quaint and diverse. Known to be a large part of the Bohemian hub, it was often considered to be fashionable to be seen there. And that was exactly what Simone needed after her terrible week.

Having made up, sort of with Pandora – shopping seemed like the perfect cure all for her woes. Walking together down 36th street, the pair both looked fabulous, wearing designer glasses, dresses and shoes from italy and New York. Simone stopped outside of Show Pony – a boutique that featured a variety of vintage-inspired clothes, contemporary unique lines, one-of-a-kind accessories. Just up Simone’s alley. She went in through the front door, followed closely by Erica who was on yet another call to New York.

For a girl who had everything, the Show Pony was like taking a trip back in time and the prices were reasonable. Thumbing her way through a rack of dresses she heard her cell phone go off in her bag. Reaching in, she brought the phone to her ear.

“Simone Jackson speaking.”

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While holding the phone, Ame opened her car door, taking her keys and putting them in her purse then grabbed it and stepped out of the car to only lock the door with one press of her index finger and closed it shut. She walked over to the door of the store and opened it, the bell chimed as she opened the door and she walked in, the door closing shut behind her as she walked over to some of the shelves, looking at the liquor.

Simone nearly dropped the phone when she heard the thick accent of Ame’s voice on the other end of the line. “Ame?” You could see Simone was surprised, the way she held her mouth open. Erica, who had just hung up from a call mouthed ~Who is it?~ Simone’s sunglasses slid down the bridge of her nose as she mouthed back ~Ame~ Erica looked surprised too. It had been a good twelve months or more since they had heard from her. Simone used to go on about her and their little clique’s escapades all the time. Getting back to the call, Ame said;

I am calling to let you know that I am back in town after a year of taking care of business shit. How have you been? I have missed you a lot, Sim!” 

“Back in town? Wow, you really have great timing. Pandora and her man just got back in from Hawaii.” Simone was careful not to mention Brock’s name since his name was really the last thing she ever wanted to say. Not that she had anything against Brock, but it would be a long time before they ever spent time together again.

“I’ve…been okay. Work is fickle. You know how show biz is.” Simone had a lot to tell Ame, but doing it on the phone with shop assistants in ear shot didn’t seem like such a hot idea. So Simone kept it pretty impersonal, while Erica was drooling over some shoes.

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“I’ve missed you too. We really should get together for lunch soon. I’m dying to hear your sordid tales for the last twelve months. Lots of hot European men in those tiny speedos.” Give it to Simone to think of men, especially in the middle of the Show Pony.

“So when would it suit you to catch up?” Simone asked, staring at a rack of hats that she was dying to try on.

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“Yeah. Business can be tough. Especially when it is about cars. So many people can be very picky about some brands. It irks me at times when they do get that way,” She grabbed a bottle of brandy and a couple of other good liquors and walked over to the register, placing the bottles on the counter and put her purse on the counter to get out her debit card to pay for the bill.

“I’ve missed you too. We really should get together for lunch soon. I’m dying to hear your sordid tales for the last twelve months. Lots of hot European men in those tiny speedos.”

Ame laughed, “I knew that you were going to ask about the tales of hot European men in tiny speedos. In matter of fact, I have some pictures for you of men in swimwear and they are signed by each model and some expensive handmade Italian purses. Decided to get gifts for you ad the others. And I am planning on having a luncheon next week. Still need to pick out a place though. Oh! I almost forgot… I am having a car show in about a few weeks that is going to take place at my mansion and some big time photography people are coming by and asked if i would have models for the shoots. Are you interested? I will be paying you and it will also help your modeling career as well,” Ame was hoping that she would accept, wanting to help out her friend in her career and was going to ask Pandora the same thing when she gets a hold of her. She nodded the the cashier who told her the price and swiped her card, punching in the pin number and waited for her card to be approved and grabbed her keys out of the bag and placed them in her mouth. It went through and the cashier put the liquor bottles in a safe tight box, sliding it over to Ame who was putting her card back in her wallet and close it up. She put her wallet back in her purse, pulling it over her shoulder to only grab the box with both hands, holding the phone up to her ear with her shoulder and walked out the door to her car.

Ame had one thing right – her timing was impeccable. With all that had been going on, Ame was the perfect ingredient to add to the girl’s lives once more. As Simone strolled between through the clothing racks, listening to what Ame had to say about her business trip and what hunky men she came across, she added that not only had she brought back happy snaps, but also some goodies in the shape of expensive hand made Italian purses. Simone was a sucker anything Italian, and when it came to purses, there was nothing more that made her heart melt.

“They say the way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach, that is so not true. They don’t know what a woman would do for just the right little Italian purse. Ame…I love you.” The words rolling off her tongue as she took sight of herself in a tall mirror, and glanced at herself side on. She wasn’t showing that much, she didn’t think, but she knew that within a few months, modelling was going to be out of the question. With Ame offering her a stint to do some modeling at the car show she was organizing, it was a real blessing in disguise. Just so long as it was not one of those bikini shoots.

Erica tried to keep up with the conversation, though she was only hearing Simone’s end of it. Needless to say, Erica was buzzing around Simone like a fly to butter.

“Car show at your mansion? I will be there, no problems at all. It would be great for my portfolio.” Behind her, Erica let out a little whoop. The Vogue fashion editor loved cars, and the men that drove them. “Orson will want to go to that.” she chimed, as Simone looked behind her and raised her finger to her lips as though to shush her.

“Just let me know what day and time you want to go to lunch. That way I don’t have things double booked.” Simone added lastly. She knew Ame was a very busy woman, and time was money. “Again, great to have you home. Ame.”

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And yes, Ame had a fan-girl moment then cleared her throat, trying to regain her thoughts and placed her ass against the car, resting a bit then looked up at the skies. she began to slip into deep thought for a few moments before speaking up once again, “I hoped you would accept! Plus it will be a great way to spend with everyone here. I will most definitely let you know the date and time of when I want to go to lunch and I also planning on having a little sleep over as well. I have so much to plan since I have been gone for a year and want to have some quality time with the girls. Oh! Are you available right now, Sim? I really need to tell you something very important and i am willing to drive to where you are right now to meet you. This is something I have not told any of the girls before,” the anxiety could of been heard through her voice and Simone could tell that Ame needed to get something off her chest.

Ame started to chew on the inside of her cheek, nervous that Simone would not want to listen to her but she hoped that she would. She wanted to tell her of her past and how she came to be. But at the same time, Simone might look at her like she was crazy and say that she does not believe her. What to do in an anxious moment like this.

The leggy blonde turned to her best friend and flatmate, Erica; as she listened to Ame talk about how she needed some clothing for the shoot, and was interested in seeing about getting Erica to do the designing. It was amusing since Erica was standing right next to her in the store. Simone was pretty sure that Ame knew about Erica and her close relationship.

“I love her work too.” Simone said, winking at Erica. Erica; who was checking out some shoes, stopped what she was doing and glanced up. “Who?” Curious about what was going on. Simone gestured for the door, as though she was ready to leave, and continued to talk to Ame as she walked through the many racks of clothes.

“I am available actually. Tell you what, why don’t you come down to Milstead & Co, that is just a stone throw from here. The latte I had here was probably one of the best I’ve had anywhere.” Mistead & Co was one of the finest coffee houses in Seattle and was in the Freemont district. it was but a short walk with easy parking. Erica was now giddy behind Simone, wanting to know what was going on. Should Simone tell Ame that the designer she wanted was going to be there. Simone decided to be cheeky.

“See you in ten minutes.” Simone chortled, before hanging up. Erica rounded on Simone and said one word. “Spill.” She folded her arms and gave her the LOOK. “Ame wants YOU to help out designing clothes for the models for her car show shoot. I just told her to meet us both at Milstead & Co for coffee. You two can nut out the details and I can put my feet up.”

“Why didn’t you say so, Sim?” Erica said, swatting her arm with a shopping bag. The two girls then left the Show Pony, and made their way up to Milstead & Co on 34th.

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Ame shifted gears of her classic muscle, the engine roaring as she soared down the streets, hitting green lights like nothing and just before she could reach the coffee shop, she stopped at a red light, grumbling beneath her breath. She could see the shop and wanted to get there in time so she would not waste Simone’s time if she was shopping. She tapped her finger on the outside of the door, hating the fact that this light in town likes to take a long time.

Within moments, the light turned green and she shifted the gears into first gear and took off then slowly pulling over to park beside the coffee shop, turning the engine off. She gave a soft sigh and looked out the car window, waiting for traffic to stop so she could slip out of her seat and shut the door. She locked the door and walked around the Charger, stepping onto the side walk and headed over to the shop, pulling her purse close. Ame was wearing a steam-punk outfit that fit in the Victorian times and she was proud to stand out in a crowd. She did not care what people think on what she looked like.

She stood beside a table, waiting for Simone to show up and little did Ame know that Erica Stanton was with Simone and she was going to meet her today.