Arralina - Witch
The very sound of spirit magic moving among the hills and beckoning to her brothers and sisters caused her skin to crawl. Very few things caused fear to rear its ugly head within the sorcerer, but the ability to pull and tug at one's spirit - the core of their being - and force will upon them just echoed across her the wrong way. She shook her head, long dark hair moving about her bare shoulders and lifting up the scent of lillies in the air about her. She stopped to talk with one of her brothers, her blood sister, Vitra nowhere to be seen, which didn't sit very well with Lina.
Turning to see her sister Silvia move toward them, Lina nodded at the younger girl and moved toward her. "We are getting ready to mobilize and I will need assistance in rallying our brethren for the cause. Can you climb upon that large rock and use a bit of your magic to woo the hearts and minds of those around us?" Lina touched the girls pale face and offered her support before moving away to look across the valley. There would be death and devastation in their paths, but nothing that she would not survive.
Khelek approached and Lina pulled her magic deep within her, the fire of her touch and the heat of her very essence would harm him as he would harm her if they were not careful in each others presence. "Brother," she spoke loud and nodded in his direction, acknowledging him with a welcome that was sure to be misinterpreted amongst those that camped beside her.
Her fear was not linked to the hunters that gathered in the city just below them, but in the various beasts that prey upon living creatures that hovered just before them in their days to come. She would keep Vitra by her side, the woman sharp and strong, but her only care in a world of darkness. Her sister reminded her too much of her mother to allow anything to befall the girl and for that she would most likely give up her life or her will to rule if something should befall the shade.
"I wish..." she whispered as coldness struck her members. She smiled and laughed with evil intent at her father. "Bastard..." her words were cut short by her sister's greeting.
"Sister," she walked toward her and touched the other girl's shoulder, her red cloak befitting for the journey ahead of them. "You are coming, are you not?"
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Evangelina Vertesca - Huntress (Narrator)
A bit of activity resounded behind her, but being not in charge or really having anyone in her midst that she cared for in the sense of offered protection or arms, she continued to move toward the sound of soft music and smells of heaven. Turning her head as she entered the room, Eva lifted an eyebrow as the man behind (Marcus) her downed something from a flask, a smirk touching her mouth at the attentiveness afforded a team from a drunk amongst them. Her breath left her as she plowed into someone (Reynault), a soft gasp rising from her lips and a bit off balance lost. She reached out toward the man before her and grabbed his arm to regain herself.
"I am sorry. I should've watched where I was going. I was a bit preoccupied." She smiled kindly and offered her hand. "I am Evangelia and come from the land of Demura. I suppose you found a place to change into something a bit more accommodating for a dining experience?" She walked toward the table talking to her new acquaintance, her eyes moving across the various offerings before her. Grapes and berries brought life to the table-scape that sat bountiful in roasted bird and beasts, potatoes and yams covered in various butters and sauces and several dishes that she knew nothing of, but wanted to taste nonetheless.
She took a place at the table and nodded politely as someone from the waitstaff offered her a napkin and silverware. Looking around she took in the various faces and races, the place filled with history and some of the hunters offering their services were legends around Capernaum. She often wondered if the acknowledgement was what brought them running for the next fight or if regardless of age, something still burned within them to press the boundaries of reality and push against the barriers of death awaiting.
The pale darkness spoke up loudly, jabbing at the oldest member of the group, Eva smirking at the younger man's antics. He was either in search of a fight or attention, neither of which was she interested in. Reaching for a platter of various vegetables before her, Eva took a bit of this and that and turned to the king's adviser as he approached. "I am quite surprised that your father would allow you to attend, Evangelina. The great war monger is not one to offer assistance and most certainly not from his own family." He paused and waited for her to put on display her reasoning for being here.
She smiled with a bit of nefarious intent and nodded, popping a small grape into her mouth and taking her time before answering. "Yes, well, he called for the bravest to come forward and fight in a series of games and I put them all to shame." She smiled and laughed in a manner that made the room feel almost brighter.
Zakariah smiled back and shook his head. "I am not at all surprised by this."
"Nor should you be," she picked up her glass and continued to converse with him until the servants stood and the King made his entrance.
A bit of activity resounded behind her, but being not in charge or really having anyone in her midst that she cared for in the sense of offered protection or arms, she continued to move toward the sound of soft music and smells of heaven. Turning her head as she entered the room, Eva lifted an eyebrow as the man behind (Marcus) her downed something from a flask, a smirk touching her mouth at the attentiveness afforded a team from a drunk amongst them. Her breath left her as she plowed into someone (Reynault), a soft gasp rising from her lips and a bit off balance lost. She reached out toward the man before her and grabbed his arm to regain herself.
"I am sorry. I should've watched where I was going. I was a bit preoccupied." She smiled kindly and offered her hand. "I am Evangelia and come from the land of Demura. I suppose you found a place to change into something a bit more accommodating for a dining experience?" She walked toward the table talking to her new acquaintance, her eyes moving across the various offerings before her. Grapes and berries brought life to the table-scape that sat bountiful in roasted bird and beasts, potatoes and yams covered in various butters and sauces and several dishes that she knew nothing of, but wanted to taste nonetheless.
She took a place at the table and nodded politely as someone from the waitstaff offered her a napkin and silverware. Looking around she took in the various faces and races, the place filled with history and some of the hunters offering their services were legends around Capernaum. She often wondered if the acknowledgement was what brought them running for the next fight or if regardless of age, something still burned within them to press the boundaries of reality and push against the barriers of death awaiting.
The pale darkness spoke up loudly, jabbing at the oldest member of the group, Eva smirking at the younger man's antics. He was either in search of a fight or attention, neither of which was she interested in. Reaching for a platter of various vegetables before her, Eva took a bit of this and that and turned to the king's adviser as he approached. "I am quite surprised that your father would allow you to attend, Evangelina. The great war monger is not one to offer assistance and most certainly not from his own family." He paused and waited for her to put on display her reasoning for being here.
She smiled with a bit of nefarious intent and nodded, popping a small grape into her mouth and taking her time before answering. "Yes, well, he called for the bravest to come forward and fight in a series of games and I put them all to shame." She smiled and laughed in a manner that made the room feel almost brighter.
Zakariah smiled back and shook his head. "I am not at all surprised by this."
"Nor should you be," she picked up her glass and continued to converse with him until the servants stood and the King made his entrance.
Done. :) I hate using utensil's to eat cake anyways. *giggles*
Shame really... However, gives me more of a reason to behave poorly to reassert my image and gives weird little people who are infatuated with my little pony something to get "happy" about. :P
Hmmmm... That or "push it" or "ride the train" - That would be entertaining and hot. I could go for a show... *grabs the popcorn and giggles*
Oh my lord they are honestly horrid. It's like Mahz wants everyone to feel awkward and colorful and quite childish. Odd... very, very odd. My sensuality has hidden in disgust at the child-like images assigned us. *LAUGHS HARD*
I'll just have to cuss and act like a whore to make myself feel better. Simple really.
I'll just have to cuss and act like a whore to make myself feel better. Simple really.
I'm glad to be back and I'd rather someone jump outta a cake for the sheer entertainment of it all, but eating cake works well too. :) I didn't realize the IC was up. I'm running behind... everywhere. :P
Darkness rolled around him as he pulled close to the side of the building, three large males moving from the general direction of the lightening, their gazes locked on the cash register areas of the small store. Arch thought about heading back in, but realized quickly that he found the girl interested and if he were just on high alert for nothing then he didn't want to kill his chances of meeting her by acting like a psycho stalker. He smiled and moved along the wall, his eyes narrowing as he tried to get a good look at the males, but each of them looked like the other and yet nothing stood out amongst them as different or out of the ordinary except for their method of arrival, or so he assumed.
The warm breeze of summer blew salty air up along the coast and coated his exposed skin with its essence, the males before him standing just outside the door of the convenient store. He closed his eyes and allowed his hearing sensitivities to heighten as he waited patiently to ensure that his mind was playing tricks on him and the young beautiful woman was in no danger - outside of being crazy enough to talk to herself as if another were near.
The warm breeze of summer blew salty air up along the coast and coated his exposed skin with its essence, the males before him standing just outside the door of the convenient store. He closed his eyes and allowed his hearing sensitivities to heighten as he waited patiently to ensure that his mind was playing tricks on him and the young beautiful woman was in no danger - outside of being crazy enough to talk to herself as if another were near.
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