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Can you take over one of the oldest brothers? You can be in total control. The only 'pool' NPC is Bachus as of now.
The prince smiled smugly as he broke free of Asbel's hold. However, his confident expression soon turned to one of fear as Asbel reached out and held his arms in place. Instinctively, golden eyes glared back at angry green ones. Both were obstinate, they weren't about to back down. The young prince's gaze faltered as he felt heat on his arms. The fool phoenix was burning his sleeves! With a hiss, Frey prepared to strike the other male in the stomach in order to get him away. At this rate, he would have burn wounds on his flawless skin, and he didn't want that at all.
The silver-haired boy didn't speak, for Asbel threatened to turn all the lights off. A terrified gasp escaped Frey as he pondered the very mention of the idea. It would be awful, just like in his nightmares... "You can't do that!" Frey snapped, tightening a hand into a fist. He would smash this boy's face in, if he needed to. Frey was taught, mostly by himself, to fight for what he wanted. Currently, he wanted the lights to be back on. Though his fist was balled, he hesitated. He didn't want to assault anyone physically- it wasn't satisfying or fun, just pointless. However, before he was able to do any more, there was a blinding flash of light in the doorway.
"What in the name of all that is bright and beautiful is going on here?" A strong female voice demanded. Quickly, Frey whipped his head around to see the speaker. It was the castle's oracle, Lady Blanchette, more often called 'Mighty Oracle' by most of the palace and surrounding buildings. She had been alive for decades, serving as a healer and prophet not for the king and royal family, but for the very nation. As such, while she followed the laws, she had no real reason to- everyone needed her more than she needed anyone else. Her plethora of power greatly outshone that of Bachus.
She had light skin, and a young, doll-like face. On either side of her head, were two golden, intricate golden braids. Her petite figure looked strangely imposing as her whole body radiated with white light. At once, the lanterns in the room were lit. Bright blue eyes narrowed at Frey and Asbel. Her big, fancy dress had many layers and she struggled to keep her skirts up. Though she was very virtuous, she enjoyed living the high life, much unlike her mother, who was the kingdom's old oracle. "B-Blanche..." Frey began. She was one of his only real friends, but was genuinely pissed.
"Silence!" She screeched. "Unhand each other at once! Frey! I thought you pledged not to cause as much trouble anymore! You promised your family!" though her eyes burned, they were soft, as if she knew something nobody else did about Frey. Which she did. With a distressed sigh, she turned her attention to Asbel. "And you, Asbel! To assault a prince? What's gotten into you? Nevertheless," She continued. "You two will be facing some serious punishments." Frey's heart sank and he shrunk away from Asbel.
The silver-haired boy didn't speak, for Asbel threatened to turn all the lights off. A terrified gasp escaped Frey as he pondered the very mention of the idea. It would be awful, just like in his nightmares... "You can't do that!" Frey snapped, tightening a hand into a fist. He would smash this boy's face in, if he needed to. Frey was taught, mostly by himself, to fight for what he wanted. Currently, he wanted the lights to be back on. Though his fist was balled, he hesitated. He didn't want to assault anyone physically- it wasn't satisfying or fun, just pointless. However, before he was able to do any more, there was a blinding flash of light in the doorway.
"What in the name of all that is bright and beautiful is going on here?" A strong female voice demanded. Quickly, Frey whipped his head around to see the speaker. It was the castle's oracle, Lady Blanchette, more often called 'Mighty Oracle' by most of the palace and surrounding buildings. She had been alive for decades, serving as a healer and prophet not for the king and royal family, but for the very nation. As such, while she followed the laws, she had no real reason to- everyone needed her more than she needed anyone else. Her plethora of power greatly outshone that of Bachus.
She had light skin, and a young, doll-like face. On either side of her head, were two golden, intricate golden braids. Her petite figure looked strangely imposing as her whole body radiated with white light. At once, the lanterns in the room were lit. Bright blue eyes narrowed at Frey and Asbel. Her big, fancy dress had many layers and she struggled to keep her skirts up. Though she was very virtuous, she enjoyed living the high life, much unlike her mother, who was the kingdom's old oracle. "B-Blanche..." Frey began. She was one of his only real friends, but was genuinely pissed.
"Silence!" She screeched. "Unhand each other at once! Frey! I thought you pledged not to cause as much trouble anymore! You promised your family!" though her eyes burned, they were soft, as if she knew something nobody else did about Frey. Which she did. With a distressed sigh, she turned her attention to Asbel. "And you, Asbel! To assault a prince? What's gotten into you? Nevertheless," She continued. "You two will be facing some serious punishments." Frey's heart sank and he shrunk away from Asbel.
Bring in either the oracle, a sibling, or perhaps a servant. Would you like me to do it this time? And no pressure. Just do what you feel is right- I love surprises! PH, except death. Unless we've discussed it before, I'd like you not to kill the NPCs off. XD
Edge seemed to wake up as he saw his kids, feeling the rough squeeze Sleipnir gave his hand and smiled. He then sent a quick glance to Charon, and sat up as the hydra removed himself. Skylark looked betrayed, and Sleipnir looked... Crazed. He kissed Sleipnir on the top of his head and tenderly pressed the little dragon's arms to his side while Charpn watched enviously.
"Shh... Daddy won't leave you. This is an old friend of mine." The boy tried to console his son and wiped away his tears with the back of his thumb. Charon stood up solemnly, shedding more than a few tears of his own. "I'm not leaving you, Sleipnir . We just met." Edge pointed out. "Pretty soon, you'll be bigger than me. But I'll always protect you." He cast a sideways glance to Charon. "Get out, love. You don't belong here, I'm afraid. Be a good little boy and take care of yourself." Charon glared at him angrily.
"Edge I lo-"
"I don't love you." The boy interrupted coldly, regretting he had kissed him. It was out of pure joy to see him again, not considering the toll or effects it would have on him or his kids. Skylark rugged his arm. "Promise?" Edge nodded, before he was tackled and had his body crashed through the door as he skidded, knocking the wood off its hinges.
Charon crashed his lips upon his once more. It was sloppy and desperate. He pulled away with a grin, noticing Path and flashing a smirk as he felt under Edge's shirt. The terrified young man knew he was no match for this hydra, and wasn't sure if Path would even be. But violet eyes suddenly flashed in power.
"Give me... STRENGTH!" Edge bellowed as he knocked his assailant off of him in a hard, cold kick. Charon screeched in pain. Edge fluidly got to his feet and glared down at the hydra, not wanting to look at his real mate, Path. Instead he delivered a harsh kick to Charon's stomach, making him whimper in pain and cough u droplets of blue blood. "Edge, I-I won't hurt you...." He croaked. Edge leaned down and smiled softly. "I know." He murmured before taking the Hydra's head in his hands and slowly.... SNAPPED IT! Charon didn't move a muscle. Edge then turned to look at Path. "He'll respawn in a few days. I need to get him out of here..." He muttered, as of he had simply spilled milk while baking a cake, rather than have a body in the room.
There was a grey cloud surrounding Edge that had appeared ever since he had yelled. Tenderly, he placed a loving kiss on Charon's cheek and flung him over his shoulder. No sooner had he done so, Charon disintigrated, the handsome hydra fading into dust and floating away. Edge then locked eyes with Path as the cloud of grey dispersed. "I can fight, my love..." But Edge was ruthless. It was only a good thing Skylark didn't want to watch after Charon kissed Daddy again!
With a chuckle, Noire took her leave. "I'll get to rip out your heartsnsoon enough..."
"Shh... Daddy won't leave you. This is an old friend of mine." The boy tried to console his son and wiped away his tears with the back of his thumb. Charon stood up solemnly, shedding more than a few tears of his own. "I'm not leaving you, Sleipnir . We just met." Edge pointed out. "Pretty soon, you'll be bigger than me. But I'll always protect you." He cast a sideways glance to Charon. "Get out, love. You don't belong here, I'm afraid. Be a good little boy and take care of yourself." Charon glared at him angrily.
"Edge I lo-"
"I don't love you." The boy interrupted coldly, regretting he had kissed him. It was out of pure joy to see him again, not considering the toll or effects it would have on him or his kids. Skylark rugged his arm. "Promise?" Edge nodded, before he was tackled and had his body crashed through the door as he skidded, knocking the wood off its hinges.
Charon crashed his lips upon his once more. It was sloppy and desperate. He pulled away with a grin, noticing Path and flashing a smirk as he felt under Edge's shirt. The terrified young man knew he was no match for this hydra, and wasn't sure if Path would even be. But violet eyes suddenly flashed in power.
"Give me... STRENGTH!" Edge bellowed as he knocked his assailant off of him in a hard, cold kick. Charon screeched in pain. Edge fluidly got to his feet and glared down at the hydra, not wanting to look at his real mate, Path. Instead he delivered a harsh kick to Charon's stomach, making him whimper in pain and cough u droplets of blue blood. "Edge, I-I won't hurt you...." He croaked. Edge leaned down and smiled softly. "I know." He murmured before taking the Hydra's head in his hands and slowly.... SNAPPED IT! Charon didn't move a muscle. Edge then turned to look at Path. "He'll respawn in a few days. I need to get him out of here..." He muttered, as of he had simply spilled milk while baking a cake, rather than have a body in the room.
There was a grey cloud surrounding Edge that had appeared ever since he had yelled. Tenderly, he placed a loving kiss on Charon's cheek and flung him over his shoulder. No sooner had he done so, Charon disintigrated, the handsome hydra fading into dust and floating away. Edge then locked eyes with Path as the cloud of grey dispersed. "I can fight, my love..." But Edge was ruthless. It was only a good thing Skylark didn't want to watch after Charon kissed Daddy again!
With a chuckle, Noire took her leave. "I'll get to rip out your heartsnsoon enough..."
Calling dibs?? What might you mean?? :O
Cyrus' eyes narrowed in malice. How could he have been so foolish as to let this happen to him? The young prince gritted his teeth together angrily. It wasn't a wonder why his brothers looked down upon him so! frustrated tears began to form, and Cyrus glared at the sands, trying to grasp what he had gotten himself into! He didn't want to believe what the other man was saying at all. For all he knew, Rulan was probably lying. Oh, how the princed wished that was the case!
"Yes, it is most likely, if you are telling the truth..." Though clearly angry and on the verge of tears, Cyrus was able to speak clearly. It was idiotic of him to succumb to his greed. He could have gone back, maybe received help from a sorcerer or a shaman. But he had to do it himself, and taking the wing was not easy. Though the thought of flying was most appealing, he didn't like the risk factor. And he wouldn't become king if he was a lion, winged or otherwise.
No matter what, there had to be a loophole. Cyrus wasn't afraid to trry and find it, but he had done enough for one night. If he didn't try, then he could be stuck with this, this Casseion for the rest of his mortal life. "Well, then we'd better... better get comfortable with one another. Shall we take our leave...?" Cyrus tried to speak valiantly, but only sounded pathetic and sightly weak. Despite everything, his eyes still had their royal fire.
"Yes, it is most likely, if you are telling the truth..." Though clearly angry and on the verge of tears, Cyrus was able to speak clearly. It was idiotic of him to succumb to his greed. He could have gone back, maybe received help from a sorcerer or a shaman. But he had to do it himself, and taking the wing was not easy. Though the thought of flying was most appealing, he didn't like the risk factor. And he wouldn't become king if he was a lion, winged or otherwise.
No matter what, there had to be a loophole. Cyrus wasn't afraid to trry and find it, but he had done enough for one night. If he didn't try, then he could be stuck with this, this Casseion for the rest of his mortal life. "Well, then we'd better... better get comfortable with one another. Shall we take our leave...?" Cyrus tried to speak valiantly, but only sounded pathetic and sightly weak. Despite everything, his eyes still had their royal fire.
Would you be upset if I killed Skylark or Edge off? I prolly won't, but...
Were you expecting Edge to be a hydra? :)
The cloaked woman stood strong and unaffected by Regnum's voice. Her beautiful locks jiggled as she raised a single hand to stifle her giggles. These were the dragon's elders? How amusing. And the male with white hair... She racked her mind, but decided he didn't know what she was capable of. Nevertheless, she had come on peaceful terms, so she should act as such.
"To my dear enemies, I would like to make a bet." The girl piped softly but arrogantly, though she knew she could never take on even two of these great dragons alone. "Let us bet, not on who will win, but what will be lost." Slowly, she removed her hood. No point in hiding her beauty, was there?
"I can imagine you have all been planning... you're not fools, after all. But you have no idea how to kill us, do you?" Violet eyes sparkled and lauhjed, though her mouth simply curled. "But as I said before, 'tis not why I'm here. I propose... you lot will lose a lot, perhaps not each other, but ones you hold dearly." She stroked a hand on one porcelain cheek. Her beauty seemed to give off a glow. "You all may be strong, but we don't play fair." Noire finished, with a distant expression.
"In fact, one of our own already infiltrated one of you poor souls' hearts." She rose a single manicured hand and pointed at Relin.
Charon looked back at Sleipnir and did nothing. Some would think he would lash out, like Skylark. Skylark wondered why Charon would do such a thing, and immediately he didn't trust him. Said hydra, meanwhile, scooped up Daddy in his arms and locked lips with him, moaning as Edge's sleeping hand reached up and caressed Charon's dark hair.
As the stranger pulled away, Skylark screamed and tried to dig his claws into the hydra. This... wasn't right. Charon shouldn't do that to Daddy. Daddy loves Father. Bit, to his horror, he found that his claws wouldn't break the tender flesh it touched. Charon cast a slightly mocking glance and chuckled. He gently pushed the two kids away as Edge's eyes tiredly fluttered open. The raw emotion was delicious.
"Ch-Charon!" The boy stammered, returning his friend's embrace without any second thoughts.
"Edge... I'm spry we didn't come for you, you were living such a peaceful life, even if you never really fit in with the humans, and and..." Charon trailed off and let himself cry, with warm tears falling on Edge's stomach. He sighed happily as his king kissed his tears away. "I missed you... Edge, do you love me?"
Edge smiled sadly. "You know I do."
Charon's eyes lit up and he grasped Edge's shoulders. "Will you be my mate...?" He inquired.
His king's eyes dimmed and he locked eyes with his subordinate. "This isn't the time nor place to be discussing this. There are children present. Charon, I know you haven't come on friendly terms. Have you come to discuss the war?" That was his Edge, always looking to the future.
"No, I've come to bring you home." Charon said giddily.
"Good luck with that." He snickered.
"To my dear enemies, I would like to make a bet." The girl piped softly but arrogantly, though she knew she could never take on even two of these great dragons alone. "Let us bet, not on who will win, but what will be lost." Slowly, she removed her hood. No point in hiding her beauty, was there?
"I can imagine you have all been planning... you're not fools, after all. But you have no idea how to kill us, do you?" Violet eyes sparkled and lauhjed, though her mouth simply curled. "But as I said before, 'tis not why I'm here. I propose... you lot will lose a lot, perhaps not each other, but ones you hold dearly." She stroked a hand on one porcelain cheek. Her beauty seemed to give off a glow. "You all may be strong, but we don't play fair." Noire finished, with a distant expression.
"In fact, one of our own already infiltrated one of you poor souls' hearts." She rose a single manicured hand and pointed at Relin.
Charon looked back at Sleipnir and did nothing. Some would think he would lash out, like Skylark. Skylark wondered why Charon would do such a thing, and immediately he didn't trust him. Said hydra, meanwhile, scooped up Daddy in his arms and locked lips with him, moaning as Edge's sleeping hand reached up and caressed Charon's dark hair.
As the stranger pulled away, Skylark screamed and tried to dig his claws into the hydra. This... wasn't right. Charon shouldn't do that to Daddy. Daddy loves Father. Bit, to his horror, he found that his claws wouldn't break the tender flesh it touched. Charon cast a slightly mocking glance and chuckled. He gently pushed the two kids away as Edge's eyes tiredly fluttered open. The raw emotion was delicious.
"Ch-Charon!" The boy stammered, returning his friend's embrace without any second thoughts.
"Edge... I'm spry we didn't come for you, you were living such a peaceful life, even if you never really fit in with the humans, and and..." Charon trailed off and let himself cry, with warm tears falling on Edge's stomach. He sighed happily as his king kissed his tears away. "I missed you... Edge, do you love me?"
Edge smiled sadly. "You know I do."
Charon's eyes lit up and he grasped Edge's shoulders. "Will you be my mate...?" He inquired.
His king's eyes dimmed and he locked eyes with his subordinate. "This isn't the time nor place to be discussing this. There are children present. Charon, I know you haven't come on friendly terms. Have you come to discuss the war?" That was his Edge, always looking to the future.
"No, I've come to bring you home." Charon said giddily.
"Good luck with that." He snickered.
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