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MxM Royalty (Mikki and Tenebrae16 )

"Calm down?" How his form paused, poised atop glass and expression lost in those very words. How could he be came? His hour of rescuing could have been just around the corner, there was nothing that could beseech him to be a calm creature. If the Prince thought his own, slithering questions to be overwhelming, consider the feeling returned ten fold. Names were thrown at him, but that's all they were. Either he didn't dabble in politics, or his species didn't. "It'ss a.. pleassure to meet you, Amanti Prince of The Fae." Fae... Fae. Now that was a familiar word, but he couldn't place where he had heard such. Fae... was it on land or in the sea that he learned of it? "I know not thiss Emperor." Truely, he was like a fish out of water, in many a way. How had he come to be here... clearly, he wasn't getting assistance or anything to help him land onto... whatever earth that was underneath his little jail-tank, it was with similar lack of speed that he slipped back into the water with a small splash to announce home sweet home. "I wass never wasshed up, Amanti Prince of The Fae. To better forage for food, I awaken when the moon risses into the ssky. It wass during ssuch timess when I can lasst remember the beach, but I know not how I came to be here."

In other words, everything had theoretically went black.

"I sspoke. I assked them to let me go-- and I have protessted their force-feeding." It was as simple as that. His brows, also pale in colour, knitted together, a scorned expression if there was ever one to grace a mer-persons face. Arms folded, over his sleek abdominals, especially, he looked more akin to suffering a bad recount of dinner time. "I am... a... we are called Merfolk." Come to think of it, he never really had contemplated the name his species gave themselves. Why did it matter? None of it mattered, he just wanted to return home. To hide in his little cavern, away from everyone else, and resume his life as a night-crawler. He had few social interaction, and he liked it that way, too. Away from scorn, away from.. this. The water looked cold? He truely hadn't noticed. Well suited for the frozen waters was he-- it had been where he hailed from, originally. Icebergs and frozen sheets, with no sand.

He wouldn't protest to heated water, though. It was relaxing, like the embrace of another, or the feel of the sun when it was more merciful in the summer-- infact, he almost slid down the inside of his tank with a dreamy, sleepy expression. "Mmm..." Yes, yes he was much too content in the warmth to even question HOW such craft had created the waters warmer touch. "...Hm?" Perhaps he was a little too comfortable in the water, now. "Oh. They feed me sstrange thingss that I do not like. No fissh or ssea-weed." Most likely not strange things, probably beef, or chicken, both alien to the waterside. "They force it into your mouth. Why are you here, Amanti Prince of The Fae? What did they do to you?" Because these people could not be innocent. They were nasty individuals, this much he had gleaned. A knock upon the door saw nothing more than a trail of bubbles follow a cowering piscine, it was them, wasn't it!? It was those horrible servants!

"Did you like the ink painting I did for you?"

HISS! It was that horrible Prince! Hell, even the glass received a feral swipe, allowing for a few scrapes across the glass, but no real damage. He wasn't strong enough for that. Inhuman was the screech that welcomed the third voice from beyond the door, though it clearly went ignored by one of the party.

"I worked hard on it. Did you like the freak we sent you, too? Didn't want you feeling like the only weirdo around here."

MxM Royalty (Mikki and Tenebrae16 )

A gift, he piqued from the inside of his crystal prison. To him, it appeared like flawless ice, but not as frozen as he remembered the element to be, now he saw himself as little more as a curiosity for the surface creatures, a centrepeice... and how that ache'd. He'd forgotten the sorrow, now he only felt resentment. One night, he gazed upon the twinkling glitter that lined the sky, and then... well, he just couldn't recall it. He had awoken, groggy, inside a see-through cell. Now he was to be gifted to this man, this two legged person with a fiery appearance, he was reminded of a flower that used to grow in a hidden cavern, bright, red of colour and numerously dotted around the cavern walls, glistening of crystals and floral beauty.

Happier near the sea...

It would appear the being could indeed pique the tones of voices behind his glass. Keen and alert, the clawed ends of his fingertips swept against his cell, ever hopeful, that finally he would return to the ocean. A hesitant nod was his answer-- he had long ago realized his voice did not seep out of the tank easily unless the lid was removed. His new 'house' was being pushed along, and it was terribly copious. Every few inches saw his eyes wide in worry, keen pinky red that stared silently to the floor. Did he want this false ocean to shatter into peices..? Further more, why was this auburn being acting so kindly to him? He had met a child of tanned complexion and golden eyes unlike those of the servants, and had come to the conclusion that two-legged creatures were a terrible hassle. This one... was different.

He wasn't as close to his home as preferred but... seeing it was relief. A hand wiped down the glass, longingly. It was there. Just there, he wasn't far away at all. If he could just... just get out of this tank. " . . . " Yes. Yes he would return to the ocean, he was certain of it. His head croned upwards until it breached the surface, silvery white strands plastered onto his soaked complexion. "...It iss better." So the creature did have a voice. Thickly accented, northern voiced, with s's that were prolonged because of it. His arms lifted to lean over the glass-- but he found that painful due to the relative thin-ness. "...Thank you." It was sunny outside. Ordinarily, he'd sleep through the bright hours, awakening when the sun dipped under the horizon. He found it much more beautiful than dawn.

"My name iss Ssindre. What iss your own name? Where are we?" For all he knew, this being was also in no better place than himself. He didn't seem too well off, unlike the servants. They were bossed around, he noticed, but never hungry or in tatters. This male... he couldn't quite place. Was he a friend or a foe? Did it even matter? What did Sindre even have to lose anymore? Heck, he was already trying to slink over the tank's edge, painful as it looked, having solid, albiet blunt glass pushing across his pectorals. Was he really going to try and drop out? Perhaps see if he could dive into the ocean from the balcony?

"Pleasse... pleasse don't keep me in thiss place. I didn't do anything, I sswear I didn't..." Was that his crime?... No, no he was sure he had not offended anyone here. "You sshould esscape alsso, before they intrude upon yoursself, they do not assk permisssion or if it hurtss." Which it did, given the few seconds pause he offered his would-be-saviour. "I'm not ssure what I could give you in return, to perssuade you..."

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A weary smile squiggled across the dark maiden’s expression at the thought of her Emperor and the Crowned Prince at war with each other—when were they not silently fighting tooth and nail? Their guest would need not have to walk around eggshells when it came to that Father and Son combo. “I will clean the mess for you, Sire. I apologize on the Prince’s behalf… I cannot fathom where his disdain has come from…” She certainly wasn’t lying, something had inspired the Prince’s nasty side, but their guest had only just arrived… perhaps it was an exertion of dominance? A rather snarky one. “I hope you will… find the wardrobe inside suitable for the evening banquet.” A glance up and down his unusual form confirmed to her that anything would be better than that tacky cloak. He was a strange thing… it had been cold minutes prior and now, the air felt temperamentally warm—what was that he was doing to the ink splashed over the doorway? Ink didn’t drip quite like water, did it? Obviously, this act of mysticism found her on uneasy grounds, twiddling and intertwining her fingers in a nervous curiosity. His own self hooding didn’t dispel a drop of the toxic worry, either.

Thank the Gods that something was being carted down the hallway, wooden wheels that had been sanded to perfection for the smooth floors and attached to a makeshift table, only meant to carry a crystalline box, ornamented at the brim in golden sculptures, supposedly waves of the ocean. Inside the structure, filled with pure, perfectly clear water, was a figure unlike any found on land. Its tail spread into two, wavery and thin, like a piscine, and light pink in colour that attached itself onto more rigid structure, a tail that, for now, was bent akin to a human hugging onto its knees, proving it’s flexibility as a muscle. Undeniably for aquatic venturing, the large tail was equipped with little more than cycloid, crimson scales, not unlike a carp or salmon, fish that needed flexible hides. What made this particular piscine unusual, would have been how, about three fifths up the tail, the scales had all but disappeared. Replaced instead by the torso of something far more sapien. Pale beyond a healthy colour, the creature made sure to curl itself up as small as possible, to obscure its face against the upwards bend of its own tail. Ivory strands floated in a spikey fashion in the poor gravity pull inside its little watery prison. It would appear the creature was to be placed inside the guest Prince’s room, no doubt the aesthetic that the Emperor had summoned for him. The guards that pulled the creature closer to the inky door seemed mildly amused at the welcome from their troublesome Prince—things were surely going to get interesting around the palace, now. “A gift from the Emperor, Prince. Some company for you in your abode—be aware, though. Do not stick your hand inside. He’s a biter.” It was perhaps difficult to imagine the cowering aquatic as aggressive, given his forlorn, almost fetal pose inside a glass casing he just managed to fit in.

Water splashed idly as the tank—or prison, to some—was settled inside the room that had no expense spared. Gold (which seemed to be a recurring pattern), with fresh whites of cotton and linen. The bed was easily four poster, with draping curtains of semi-transparent mesh. A dresser, with a three pane mirror and drawers with only the finest in hair care items, combs, and the like, with a very old, ancient etching along carefully preserved chair. The wardrobes were an equal palette and intricacy, a small lounging table, with softer, plusher chairs. A balcony was also present to the Prince, one that, as promised, overlooked the expanse of the ocean and her ever-changing temperament. It was no wonder the Dragons had collected a creature of the ocean—they probably thought they owned it, being so close to their palace and all.

The tank was sat furthest away from it, too, almost deliberately so.

“He arrived yesterday, Prince. We’ve yet to prove if he can talk, but the Emperor insisted you have his latest centrepiece.” No doubt the fish was something to study. To see if he could speak, could respond. A Mercreature, a rarity befitting the symbol of a Fae—in return, he had received a denizen of the very marine mother herself. The guards left with a bow to the Fae… something about him seemed different, but it would never be their place to say so. The moment they had left, only then did the snowy crest in the tank raise his head—and only then did a pitiful blend of pink and red pigment seek to find their new, unwitting captor. “. . .” Who was to poke and prod at him now?

MxM Royalty (Mikki and Tenebrae16 )

"Believe this, his ignorance offends me far more than anything you suspect yourself of doing, Prince Amanti. I must commend you on your mannerisms, perhaps you would be so kind as to allow your well-mannered nature to rub off on my son." Those words were spoken with a smile, a false one. There was nothing joyous or elated in his joke, simply because it wasn't one. Yao Long disdained his heir to the throne, feared for his Kingdom, and now, he worried for this Prince. Was it really going to be alright, to leave their guest in the hands of his troublesome spawn? Nagging pondering was cut short at the mention of material offerings-- not that Yao was particularly grubby... but it was a fact that the Dragons were hoarders. Of everything. Money, books, chests of twisted root-- chest of twisted roots? The wooden box that was procured from a tattered cloak met the gentle scrutiny of aged jades, as if they apprised an antique. Truthfully, Yao loved the works of artisans, and the style of the Fae, of nature and her energy, one could say it appealed to the old Emperor.

Even if he did find it almost confrontational to be given a gift at once. He couldn't blame the lad, he obviously didn't know that for him to accept the gift at once would, for one reason or another, shine poorly on one's mannerisms. How thankful he was for one of his serf's to take it for him. That odd, medicinal item was a root? It seemed more befitting of an art gallery than his quarters-- would it seem outlandish to display such a thing? Decisions, decisions. A hand waved off, robes swaying in the momentum of his grand gesture. "Have it sent to my room, I shall display it on my mirrored dresser, where I may admire it from any angle I please." Hopefully knowing it would be accepted as a permanent centre-piece would please the Prince. "I thank you, Prince Amanti. I'll see to it you don't leave my Kingdom unsatisfied." The Emperor's motion was unspeakably brisk to the poor serf who was idly polishing the floor a good few metres away-- shouldn't that have been done earlier? "You there! See to it that Prince Amanti receives our... latest aesthetic, in return for his gift."

Consider Yao pleased! The gifts he often got were monetary-- or worse, JADE. Always JADE with the peasants... for once, he actually got something that seemed personal! Yes! Yao was very happy with that! Their Fae would receive his latest addition to the palace.

Jin-Wei, less so much. "You gave him a bit of a tree. That's got to be a first." Clearly, Emperor and Son did not share tastes. The young prince was already slinking to the door, since his presence had been all but unwanted from the beginning, and the way the boy moved belied his stature. For a male who barely reached five foot and six inches, there was a certain command to his posture. Straight backed, tanned fingers curled into a palm with the mild swing of his fists. He was a large creature, trapped temporarily in a humans body, and his body language simply screamed that fact. Head held high, the young Prince made certain to barge his shoulder into the Fae guest with a few, quiet words to go with it. "You might have won my Father over with your humble act and fancy box, but you won't sidle up to me as easily. You're in my turf, now."

Footsteps were taken away from the throne hall, he had a show to catch in a few minutes.

"And I'll enjoy every moment of it."

It was a silent promise, but it's intentions unmistakable. Jin-Wei would surely make life Hell, given the chance to. The guide, a mere girl in her sixteenth year, fumbled amidst her red attire, draping, with long, overly so, sleeves. "...You would do well not to cross the Crowned Prince Jin-Wei Long, Prince of the Fae's. If you confront him, he can cause real trouble for you whilst you remain in his future Kingdom." Damned if you do, damned if you don't, that was the way of it. The dark haired guide toddled along the marbled steps, outside was truly glorious. Sunlight that kissed over the pillars and open plan of a garden, nothing grew there yet, nothing but grass and evergreen shrubbery, but it would truly be a bloom to remember, come the warmer months. "This way, Prince. The Emperor must favour you, to be giving away his latest decoration for your eyes to see. He came in last night, after the guards found him washed ashore." The Emperor? Washed ashore? Didn't sound quite right, did it? Pillars passed, ivory columns that held up pagoda roofs of draconic gargoyles, golden trimmings and crimson roof-plates. The harlequin flooring seemed to stretch on forever until a door remained at the end of it, etched oak with, once more, the symbol of dragons. Too bad that ebony ink had been, as it seemed, freshly slathered across the doorway in the shape of an X. "...It would seem Prince Jin-Wei has decided to target you already, Prince. Shall I alert the Emperor?" Even his guide did not seem too certain on the course of action. Yes, Yao Long would be FURIOUS, but... that would only spur their mischievous Prince onwards.

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"Straighten. Your. Posture."

Yao's eye could have been violently twitching from the stress surged from his child, the one in the crimson duangua tied by a golden sash, a sleeveless version of the shirt, of course. Why couldn't that boy wear proper, fitting attire, especially on a day like today. Slowly, the boy relented, and saw to it that his back slid up the eloquence of his throne until it pressed firmly against the padded cushions. Was the old man happy now? Here was Jin-Wei, sitting all prim and proper, as a Prince should, but his elder still appeared scorned. No changes there, then.

An announcement?

Well, that saw both golds and jade depths rise-- and almost comically squint when the light blessed the room with luminance, proof of their sensitive and likely well developed optics. "Prince of the Fae..." Yao whispered silently to his own ears, curiosity of this new-comer seemed to alert his mind and body, which without his consent seemed to have arrived at the edge of his cushioned throne. Jin-Wei seemed less enthusiastic-- likely because he was sure to get the worst end of this deal. This, all of this, was trouble for himself. Grandeur opening aside, both Prince and Emperor seemed bemused the moment their shadow of a guest came into full-view.

Was... that truly a Prince of Fae?

Yao's mouth was momentarily ajar. If he hadn't known better, one could have assumed the guards had thrown in a particularly handsome peasant and called it a day. On the suddenly rare chance that this male was indeed a Prince, the Elder Dragon decided to bite his tongue-- too bad that his son didn't share the same mannerisms. "You look like a beggar. To think that I was scolded for my fashion choice, but you've certainly won the tackiest-royal award. You didn't even kow-tow." Mortifying! Emperor Yao leapt from his throne with a glare of vert-death sent his son's way. The more steps he took towards the Fae, the more grateful he was to be out of ear-shot of that little devil-spawn he called son.

"Pay that child no heed. He is an ignorant hatchling. Prince Amanti, I assume?" Atleast there was something of grace to their... eccentric guest. He'd be perfect to teach Jin-Wei social grace-- fashion sense, perhaps not so much. The jade orbs that the Emperor looked from seemed to scrutinize their new-comer, his face spoke volumes of his personality. A strict man. A tired father. A commanding emperor. "We have quarters prepared for you, by the lake-side view of the palace. I urge you not to travel there alone, Prince Amanti, the creatures that dwell in the water are unlike any you will find on land. Hopefully the view will quell your curiosity. We shall have a feast tonight, in your honour, but until then, my... son... will show you around the palace and to your room-- should you need anything, he'll attend to you."

...Hint hint, Jin-Wei. He barely seemed interested anymore-- bored of jesting this 'Prince' and his attire. Reptilian sunshine lulled over like a moody-teenager, and in all rights, he was one. Slip on shoes tapped against the floor whilst the Dragon Prince pulled his baggy, white and silken trousers up his waist a little more. Comfortable, but not all that practical. "Come on then. I thought I'd be stuck sitting in that chair, you took forever." That, or his royal bratness was impatient. Given by how he was bee-lining for the grand doors, likely the latter.

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It was NOT. And I TOLD JU. DIDN'T I TELL JU?

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Name: Jin-Wei Long
Age: 18 (Totes 18 in Dragon years.)

Height: 5'6 in Human Guise, 8 foot tall and 16 foot long as a Dragon.
Species: Chinese Dragon.

Character Image:

Jin-WAI?

Short Bio: Jin-Wei was a child (or hatchling) who never wanted for anything. Born into a position of importance, the child knew of little sorrow and dispair, but under a strict upbringing, he became more familiar with the frustrations of acting 'proper' and proving himself a respectable member of the Long family. His parents dismayed at the time it took them to convince him to attempt a form that was human. He played along-- for a while, and soon grew bored with his 'duty' as a Prince, (Growing bored of things is the one thing he doesn't grow bored of). After his Mother's untimely demise, the Prince finds himself caring less and involving himself in very little, much to his fathers scorn. Instead of learning the tradition and culture of his eon age'd family line, he'd much rather have 'a night on the town' as it were. Annoying the ladies of the court with buckets of water dropped from afar, and vandalising the grounds with the finest ink. Truely, Jin-Wei Long has become something of a tenacious creature.

Name: Sindre.

Age: 20

Height: 6'4

Species: Merman.

Character Image:

Sinderpops

Short Bio: Being of large length and suffering albinism, Sindre is indeed a hard creature to miss when out in the open. Co-incidentally, his shy nature dictates that he doesn't often wander into that situation often. From birth, he has suffered poorer eye-sight due to his condition, and has often came up short when hunting for fish, resulting in a leaner frame. One could easily consider the friendly creature shunned by the more normal of his kind, as a result, he's become something of a nocturne (Better for his hunting and his perpetual sunburn, he soon found.), and now only surfaces when darkness over-takes the skies.

MxM Royalty (Mikki and Tenebrae16 )

I'M GONNA FIRST POST EVERYTHING, BRO.

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How had it come to this?

Weary were the mint-pigmented eyes that slide across to his right-hand side, orbs that had seen more than the human mind could ever think of baring, and survived the trials that such a tediously long life-span tested the Dragons with. Yao Long was Emperor, everyone who took interest in a world knew this. The middle aged man that sat with one leg crossed upon his throne, fingers braced to his chin and with long, brunette hair pulled back into a lax, darping style, a picture of elegence when he was depicted in the emerald and spring stitchings of his Han-Fu, idly fanning himself with the spread, wooden etchings of a coiling beast, one he, like his son beside him, could relate to. In the silence of the golden pillars and marbelled flooring, a multitude of jade and precious colours, the two thrones sat in eager waiting.

"Promise me you will behave, Jin-Wei. Assure me there will be none of your childish frivolities whilst our guest remains in the palace." A voice of command, and respect, but not to the young man who stared ahead, towards the double-doors of their throne-room. Jin-Wei had grown mildly handsome in his youth, with hair akin to his fathers pigments that reached his neck and broadening shoulders. Stoic and astute was the expression worn at all times... but it was all in the eyes. Saffron golds with a spike for a pupil, alive and very much animal. These royal facades that sat, awaiting their guests, were nothing more than animals at the end of the day. Civilized reptiles.

"I don't make promises I can't keep, Baba."

A voice befitting a sleek reptilian, the words were soft and almost whispered, but the words spoke volumes themselves. Baba, the more informal choice of a Father-suffix, and the disregard for his elders fears did not sit well with the old Emperor. Five thousand years, and this was how his son treated him?

SMACK.

The searing sensation of a palm across his cheek, the scorn behind it palpable in the air, Jin-Wei sucked air through his teeth and naturally recoiled further right from his Father's hastened scolding, his own, honey-toned finger tips resting softly on a reddening mark across his face. Yao had not seemed to have even moved, let alone glance in his son's direction, eyes intent on the door-way, awaiting the gaurds that would escort their guest. "Then you will learn to ensure to keep the promises you make. Sit up straight, your posture is disgraceful."

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