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Belle
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STATUS: To anyone who cares, I will be taking a break from rpg. I don’t know if I am coming back. 8 yrs ago
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To anyone who cares, I will be taking a break from rpg. I don’t know if I am coming back.
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8 yrs ago
Going to a dark place again... Trying to claw my way out is getting harder...
8 yrs ago
I am getting very tired of being blamed for things that are not my fault
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9 yrs ago
When you are so emotional you are close to dropping from every rp you are in just so people won't have to deal with you anymore
10 yrs ago
When a character that meant something to you gets torn down and thrown away like trash... 😢
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To say she was surprised at the warlord's words would be an understatement. He had tested her? So he hadn't really believed the words he spoke about hatred? For an odd reason that both comforted and confused her. All Drakkens were hateful and cruel. It was how they were raised. It was in their genes. They could not help it.
And yet this one Drakken had tested her before choosing. He noticed she was cold and provided for her, covering her with a blanket. And he... kissed her forehead. Her fingers wandered up of their own accord, lightly touching the spot where she could still feel his lips. Her skin tingled where they had touched.
The blanket was very warm, made from fine wool. Her own body heat retained in the fibers to warm her. She actually felt cosy and comfortable. His final words, that she was not unwanted, made her heart tremble in her chest. Her cheeks turned a rosy color and not from the warmth of the blanket. Amalia turned her face away in an attempt to hide her blush. It was the first time someone had said something like that to her.
The cough of her sister-bride was like a blast of cold to the warm moment they were sharing and Amalia immediately felt the tingle leave her body. She may have been wanted by the lord, but she was most certainly unwanted by the other occupant of the carriage. Amalia didn't know why the girl seemed to dislike her so much. She was the beloved one, as evidenced by the way Cuwarr wrapped his arms around her the moment he was beside her. She had his open affection and love, why be so petty and heartless as to begrudge Amalia a little bit of compassion and care?
Her eyes met his across the carriage and the feeling of butterflies in her stomach returned. She noticed for the first time that their eyes were very similiar. Both differing shades of blue and both holding a certain... sadness within them. What could he have to be sad about, she wondered...
When she spotted the ire in Kalani's gaze Amalia started and looked away. Life was going to be difficult wasn't it? How was she to cope with her sister-bride being angry at her for things she had no control over? He meant to have children with the both of them did he not? How would Kalani treat her after their nights together or any children they might have? Amalia could attempt to bare hosility towards herself, but not towards her children. They would have to talk, her and Kalani, once Cuwarr was not around. Hopefully they could reach some kind of agreement, or at the very least an understanding.
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It was hours later that Amalia finally spoke again. "Shall we be stopping for the night or is your home nearby milord?" she asked quietly and respectfully.
And yet this one Drakken had tested her before choosing. He noticed she was cold and provided for her, covering her with a blanket. And he... kissed her forehead. Her fingers wandered up of their own accord, lightly touching the spot where she could still feel his lips. Her skin tingled where they had touched.
The blanket was very warm, made from fine wool. Her own body heat retained in the fibers to warm her. She actually felt cosy and comfortable. His final words, that she was not unwanted, made her heart tremble in her chest. Her cheeks turned a rosy color and not from the warmth of the blanket. Amalia turned her face away in an attempt to hide her blush. It was the first time someone had said something like that to her.
The cough of her sister-bride was like a blast of cold to the warm moment they were sharing and Amalia immediately felt the tingle leave her body. She may have been wanted by the lord, but she was most certainly unwanted by the other occupant of the carriage. Amalia didn't know why the girl seemed to dislike her so much. She was the beloved one, as evidenced by the way Cuwarr wrapped his arms around her the moment he was beside her. She had his open affection and love, why be so petty and heartless as to begrudge Amalia a little bit of compassion and care?
Her eyes met his across the carriage and the feeling of butterflies in her stomach returned. She noticed for the first time that their eyes were very similiar. Both differing shades of blue and both holding a certain... sadness within them. What could he have to be sad about, she wondered...
When she spotted the ire in Kalani's gaze Amalia started and looked away. Life was going to be difficult wasn't it? How was she to cope with her sister-bride being angry at her for things she had no control over? He meant to have children with the both of them did he not? How would Kalani treat her after their nights together or any children they might have? Amalia could attempt to bare hosility towards herself, but not towards her children. They would have to talk, her and Kalani, once Cuwarr was not around. Hopefully they could reach some kind of agreement, or at the very least an understanding.
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It was hours later that Amalia finally spoke again. "Shall we be stopping for the night or is your home nearby milord?" she asked quietly and respectfully.
The scene around them suddenly melted away to a thick blackness. It wasn't dark, but black around them. An almost living blackness.
"Begone Desdemona," a deep disembodied voice spoke. The blackness moved, covering the snake woman and sending her back to the human realm.
The voice seemed to be everywhere at once and the creature within Chitter would recognize it not at hell, but a realm outside of Hell itself. The inky, living blackness would make the creature unable to move. Nobody moved unless the owner of the pocket dimension willed it so. And the owner himself appeared moments later, a towering figure like a giant hovering over the creature known as Chitter.
"You defy me?" the voice spoke. "I know what you are, Creature of Destruction, but you still do not comprehend who I am do you?"
The figures hand came down to form a cage-like structure around the creature before raising it upward towards his face. "When you were created, I was there. I am the Brother of Satan, your creator. Mortals and Immortals alike hear my name and tremble. I am the Locust that Feeds. I am Master of the Seven Realms of Hell. I am the Bottomless Pit. I am... Abaddon."
The figure brought the creature called Chitter closer. "Now that you know who you deal with, the next time you disobey me... you will wish for Hell to be your fate."With that he opened his mouth and closed it over the creature...
Once the blackness cleared away they were back in the circus area, Chitter back in her little girl form and D. Ark standing over her. He wagged a finger at her. "I told you to watch them my little bird. Does father need to punish you, or will you be a good girl from now on?"
"Begone Desdemona," a deep disembodied voice spoke. The blackness moved, covering the snake woman and sending her back to the human realm.
The voice seemed to be everywhere at once and the creature within Chitter would recognize it not at hell, but a realm outside of Hell itself. The inky, living blackness would make the creature unable to move. Nobody moved unless the owner of the pocket dimension willed it so. And the owner himself appeared moments later, a towering figure like a giant hovering over the creature known as Chitter.
"You defy me?" the voice spoke. "I know what you are, Creature of Destruction, but you still do not comprehend who I am do you?"
The figures hand came down to form a cage-like structure around the creature before raising it upward towards his face. "When you were created, I was there. I am the Brother of Satan, your creator. Mortals and Immortals alike hear my name and tremble. I am the Locust that Feeds. I am Master of the Seven Realms of Hell. I am the Bottomless Pit. I am... Abaddon."
The figure brought the creature called Chitter closer. "Now that you know who you deal with, the next time you disobey me... you will wish for Hell to be your fate."With that he opened his mouth and closed it over the creature...
Once the blackness cleared away they were back in the circus area, Chitter back in her little girl form and D. Ark standing over her. He wagged a finger at her. "I told you to watch them my little bird. Does father need to punish you, or will you be a good girl from now on?"
@FallenTrinity I don't have one of those so cool!
@FallenTrinity yes momma
I will have a post up for Amalia tomorrow. I've been sick and still struggling. I'm sorry for holding our group up.
I will have a post up tomorrow for D. Ark. I've even decided on who exactly he is, since I had several beings in mind and kept changing my mind but now I'm sure.
I will try and get a post up tomorrow. I'm still really sick and it's hard to think but I will try.
@Oliver thank you sweetie
@LadyRunic Actually Falk was the inspiration for D. Ark when I was creating him...
@LadyRunic Actually Falk was the inspiration for D. Ark when I was creating him...
I hate being sick... ;__;
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