Dujae, much to his amusement, found himself being steered into an inn after being licked by a scelt. Not a bad place, though he had been there once or twice and the innkeep stiffened as soon as he saw him. Probably because he left a mess the last timeâŚ.the mess being two individuals who had absolutely insisted. Ah well, not his problem anymore. His golden topaz eyes focused in on the eyrien as she spoke and he gave a small shrug.
âThough...Why would I lie about being fine? As for witchling being that I do not know your name...witchling is what I go withâ Then he found himself shoved into a seat before he could even protest. A blink as he looked at her again. A twitch of his mouth the only give away that he found this absolutely entertaining.
Dujae watched her thinking and lightly rested his head on his hand. The black tinted nails betraying nothing but a slight unusuality perhaps even an eccentricity to him that most men did not possess. On one finger was a black colored ring with a crest imprinted upon it. The silence did not seem to bother him, if anything he seemed to be enjoying it. That is until the eyrien finally spoke.
âAh so thats your name. Now i can stop calling you witchling. As for me...while âmaster Iâm fineâ is probably suiting, my name is Dujae SaDiablo.â Now there was a curiosity to those golden topaz eyes. Everyone always reacted differently to the name. This was a testing pause before he continued.
âAs for my problem, I assure you that I will not be informing you of such things.â His eyes betrayed nothing of what was held within him. Though he was also highly confused as to why this person had grabbed him in the first placeâŚ..why would anyone
want to grab him?
Dujae flicked his eyes toward onyx and her Scelt with a look of amusement. Clearly, that one had no dealings with mental healing by her statements. Two healers and a scelt in one day, this was an interesting evening after all.
âI certainly won;t hold you here.â Golden eyes flicked between them wondering what on earth he was supposed to do with two healers and a scelt.
Though, Dujae soon found himself knocked out of his thoughts with the arrival of a noble Glacian. Golden eyes flicked to the man and slowly scanned the man from head to toe. The feeling of his stare when he was studying someone was usually described as feeling as though he was stripping everything away and peering at the soul in that moment. Seeming satisfied he gave a shrug and was fully prepared to answer when another made their appearance.
Dujae did another sliding look before quirking a brow as he followed her gaze. A mouth twitch soon followed. He did not seem to have to speak at allâŚ.this was different. He quietly sat there with his head resting on his hand while they spoke then still without saying a word seemed to procure a red pouch of gold coins from nowhere and thumped it on the table.
âNo noâŚ.please let me i do plan on getting incredibly drunkâŚ.and i believe this should do it for me and have left over and i plan on this pouch being completely emptyâ Given that it was not his money anyway.
Before Dujae could completely enjoy what he just tossed to them he heard a very familiar voice. One of one of the consorts for the
bitch. He leaned back to listen in.
Oh yeah the queen totally has him by the balls. He may act tough but she knocks him in his place so damn easy. Such a queens pet Dujae gave an eye twitch and slowly stood. A process that held a fluidity that should not be possible for a man. Then the room got cold. People who noticed quickly made their exit while the table where the consort sat still held the group who now seemed to be laughing. Dujaeâs eyes were hardened into a much paler color topaz as he rolled a shoulder causing the chain with his jewel to move ever so slightly allowing the jewel to peek out before being hidden once more.
Dujaeâs moves were elegant...yet predatory as he slowly walked, the room somehow managing to drop in temperature more past the point where breath could be seen. His voice was a purr as he spoke.
âKeal. Dear consort. You do well to be more observant before speaking of those in the same roomâ He slightly leaned and caressed the manâs jaw before suddenly the man was being held by the throat. The man dangled there while Dujae squeezed. The man managed to move a hand to a ring and soon there was a low hiss of pain from Dujae.
âSomeday she wonât be able to save youâŚ.someday you will be unprotectedâŚ..and when you are consort the Sadist will come out to playâ He slammed the man into a table before turning. He got to the doorway before pausing, leaning heavily on it, his head tilted down as he willed the pain to go awayâŚ.but he knew it wouldnât. He straightened after a few more moments and swiftly exited. The room slowly returning to normal temperature as he made his way to the castle. A much larger gap being made as he stalked his way there.
location: Forest outside of Hyall
The landen horse fell after being struck by the arrow causing the man with the opal jewel to turn and throw up a shield. This shield was very much visible due to Gen being above him in jewel strength. The slash hit the shield and the man was shoved backwards by the force of the hit. Clearly from the way he was now looking at Gen he had been taken off guard when he very much did not want to be.
Meanwhile, the deep red horse flinched away from the now dead landen. Upon closer inspection it was clear that this horse was femaleâŚ.and a healer. The mare moved back on shaking legs. She seemed to shell shocked to help with her birthright that now hung around her neck. A yellow jewel could not do much even if she was in better condition.
The opal jeweled man meanwhile uncoiled his whip and lashed it out in an attempt to get Gen away from him. A last probably futile attempt to defend himself from the higher jeweled man.
The man stopped whistling and patted where his pouch was only to notice it gone. He began to uncoil his whip when a hand lightly met his and slid up his arm. The change in Dujae was obvious. Half lidded golden eyes and his shirt was very much unbuttoned to expose a good portion of his chest. A coldness swept around them. This...was the SaDist. He lightly trailed his hand around the slaver and caressed the manâs jaw. Dujae was not just on the killing edge...he was dancing on it.
The slaver swallowed while Dujae walked around him a hand trailing as he went.
âP-Prince SaDi?â There was a low chuckle before a black tinted finger nail shushed him.
âWhipping a child? Oh my you have gone low...even for youâ The man swallowed as Dujae moved back and raised a hand. In a swift movement it turned and the man dropped while Dujae smiled. Then His hand went back and the people nearby could swear they heard a whip before the man had a deep lash mark on his side.
Dujae then spun on his heel and walked after the barest of eye twitches. His movements still predatory, but held a lot more sexuality to the sway of his hips. He paused when he found Rayven. His head tilted and his eyes were still half lidded.
âI would recommend going elsewhere. I would recommend-â A hiss suddenly escaped that ended with a jaw clench from him before he gave a nod and continued on his way. Though one man did get tossed hard into a wall for muttering something.
The slaver meanwhile slowly got to his feet holding the large wound he had on his side. He touched a ring for a moment before starting his hunt for the
brat that stole his gold.
From the vantage point of Aisha and Mikahiel they could see the bustle of the area. Perhaps even the surge in a gap as Dujae walked past. They might even catch a glimpse of his sexual walk and the slight coolness of the area around him before he was too far past the duo.
Several people who had avoided the prince made their way into various shops. On one side of the shop with the furs was a rather cozy looking jewelry smith. In the windows there was extravagant necklaces and body chains. A shop where the jewelry smith clearly knew what they were doing with metal. However, all stores were dwarfed by a rather large shop that took up three shops in size. It held a sign stating proudly
The Crimson Brothers This store held all things art and three specialists in their fields.
The inside, just from a glance in the windows, was just as extravagant as the outside. There was all things art. Music, painting, sculpture, all in one store with the specialists working in the back in their favored art. Odd clear jewels in a spear like shape held pre recorded music and in cases beside them held the tools to have them play. Done in such a way that even a landen could listen to the musical spears. Instruments lined the walls on one side with the other side holding painting and sculpture tools. The store was more expensive, but with good reason. Everything contained within was of the best quality. The brothers themselves were Hyall-Dea Al Mon triplets that all held a red jewel and had been doing their respected craft for a very long time.
location:Forest Kindred Territory
As the two tigers played and then eventually left, the hunters continued their socializing. One man out of the group stood and walked off...something about relieving himself. After he did so he happened to look down and spot paw prints.
The man silently made his way back to his group to gather them and point out the prints. There were several hushed whispers some having the idea to leave them alone since they had so many furs and others saying what would the harm be in having some more. One idea though stood out. Capture them and take them to the queen where their jewels could be broken. Kindred were after all a social uplifter so why not gift the queen with two live ones. They did have cages after all.
Once this plan was agreed upon they gathered their supplies and started to silently head out after the tigers. Their group fanning out and ensuring that more than half were downwind and therefore unable to be smelled by the creatures.
location:Askavi-Fort Helios-Sky Pass
After the battle ended and all was said and done some of Ratheâs men went and searched the bodies of the Rhilanders. After a few moments one of the men returned and held out a letter with a tad bit of confusion written on the Eyrienâs face. Why would a rhilander of all beings have a letter. Let alone a letter with that deep red wax seal that held a rather extravagant sigil pressed in it.
Once the letter was opened rather fanciful writing would greet the Eyrien and held the following:
To the warden,
If you are reading this then you have taken down yet another raid. I congratulate you in your success. I do ask something of you given your great prowess. I implore you to come from your high peek and join me in Hyall for a ball tomorrow where we can speak about our futures. I do hope you can make it for I do look forward to our speaking.
Signed
Heketah queen of HyallThere was no threat there, but the knowledge that this raid was sent just to get this simple letter to Rathe in particular was most likely a bone chilling realization. No care about who all died and sending a group to their deaths just for one letter to be found and read.
Askavi being the large mountainous range that it was, the chaos at Sky pass went unnoticed by groups further away. For them it was another relatively uneventful day. Eyriens moved about while a few shot into the air to train in their aerial combat skills. The master of the sword watched a few younger Eyriens train in front of him with his arms crossed, he seemed partially lost in thought. Sulâryk had been training most of the afternoon, teaching what he knew to those below him in age and experience. However, the day was drawing to a close for him as the sun had begun setting. He had worked himself to exhaustion as he always did. If a sweat wasnât made then there was no accomplishment to his day. It didnât take long for him to return to his dwelling, the prized remains of his motherâs old home. Quiet as usual.
He made his way to his old room; It was much cleaner and well kept than when he was younger, having the master of the sword taking him in and disciplining him in order to straighten the young boy out. Sulâryk removed his old training clothes, folded them up for wash, and soon enough fell asleep.
As sleep overtook him he was greeted with a rather unusual dream. A woman of all gold from her skin to her hair made an appearance with a soft smile. Her voice seemed to resonate around him rather than her actually move her lips.
It is time. You must find your blood Sulârykâ With that the dream twisted and contorted to show a library and then a book. The book was opened and pages flipped until it paused to one with a very family symbol. One once forgotten.
Find your roots Her parting words echoed in his mind before the dream swirled.
Now wake up The dream vanished and he would find himself waking up whether he wanted to or not. The sun outside barely rising as if he had slept the whole night.
The symbol and the dream in its entirety would be remembered as any dream from the spiders was. For when they decided to send a message they made sure that message was remembered. Confusion took his mind as he was jolted awake from his vision. Finding his blood? Sulâryk had soon sat up in his bed, grabbing the back of his head and rubbing it. He had relatives other than his mother? He shook his head; There was no possible way that he had anyone else but something in the back of his mind said otherwise. Soon he stood and made his way to the Master of the Sword.
âMaster...I had the strangest of dreams-âThe master of sword looked over and raised a brow at the boyo. Being that he had gone to prep his area for training that morning he was already pretty awake.
What is it boyo? His focus went entirely on Sulâryk as he straightened and leaned against a post.
Sulâryk spoke up.
â It was of a woman in gold. She spoke of me having blood...of a sibling. But the thing is- he went over to one of his tables and withdrew a writing implement and parchment. He began to draw a picture, a picture of the symbol he saw in his dream. It was the symbol of his heritage.
âShe only showed me this. I-I don't understand what this means. Maybe you do?â He asked with curiosity.
The master of the swords moved to watch Sulâryk as he drew. He was silent, but his gaze was intensely focused upon the art. Then he saw a crest he was all too familiar with. His eyes softened and he nodded.
âItâs your heritage boyo. Youâre fatherâs crest.â He paused before giving a more familiar hard look.
âYou need to follow what that dream told ya. If you need to hunt down a siblingâŚ.you go do it. The suggestion was more of a hard statement as those eyes bored into Sulâryk. He was not about to let the boy not follow it...especially when there was a woman of all gold involved.
âI have...a sibling? Why didnât my mother tell me I had a brother...or sister.â He shook his head and paced about momentarily before pausing.
âBy the way...Master-â He sighed.
âI saw this in a library. What library would hold this crest?âThe master of the swords nodded and then hesitated. How would he explain this. How could he? A few more moments before he spoke.
âHe was your half brother from your father. When his motherâŚ.forced your father out, your father...changed.â His tone was somber as he spoke of a man that he had known for so long. He regained his composure and looked at the crest again before remembering where the other boy was born.
âHyall or Dhelman. Either would have what you are looking forâSulâryk smirked before it grew to a smile when he heard he had a brother. That smile faded when he was reminded of that day. His father being denied and Sulâryk's attempt to stop him. He was abandoned, left behind to endure the abuse of his mother. He looked towards The Master for guidance.
âWhat do you know of the two places? Hyall and DhelmanâŚâThe master of the swords watched the smile fade and understood it. He tilted his head as he thought back to when he frequented Dhelman and what he knew of Hyall.
âDhelman is very much a peaceful place while hyallâŚ..is different. I am not sure what is going on there, but something is happeningâ A hand went to his chin as he thought his expression one of someone in deep thought.
âIf you wanted to find everything on that boy you would be likely to find the most in Hyall itself.â With that Sulâryk quickly bowed and left the Master's quarters. He made his way back to his old house and packed. Clothes, food and a few extra weapons made their way into the bag and on his person before he took to the skies for Hyall.
â Different? How is it different?â he thought to himself as his flight took him towards Hyall.
As he flew, the mountains he knew so well flattened out and became thick forests. Lush life was visible everywhere until...it wasnt. The grass gave out to dirt and the few trees that occupied the territory of Hyall were bare. The land looked sick. As if it had not been healed for some time, as if it had been ignored for other things. However, while the earth was barren looking, the city contained on it was bustling. A merchant town through and through that lead to a rather overly large castle. There was most certainly something...different...about this place.
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