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Thread: When all is Dark (with Reddy)

A r a s h i A sympathizer? Jade eyes followed him about the room as he paced anxiously like some some animal feeling that a hunter's sights were setting in. The question arose in her shrewd yet sleepy mind. Why be sympathetic? Why stick your neck out for me, Tathlyn? It's already pretty apparent that you don't care for your nephew and I've a few ideas that he might be jealous of you. A little chuckle left her at the thought. Sure, she could see the king being jealous of Tathlyn easily. For starters, he was much easier on the eyes than the king. Wait... where the devil had that thought come from? Shaking her head, the auburn locks of hers brushed along her shoulders and back with the effort that she made to try to banish the thought. Think a man was attractive. She was bloody crazy. That's what. Focus back on what was going on. Of course, it almost seems like you took me to spite him and for the life of me, this almost sounds like a bedtime story. Like I'm the damsel in distress that you rescued. Come on, you could've had guards to go with you to find this treasure. Why the heck are we looking for that anyway? Her little tirade was cut short by the sight of the dagger and the gleam of it caught her eye. She quieted. Tathlyn? She asked softly growing a little concerned over his playing with the knife and walking toward her. What on Earth was he about now? Did she trust him enough? What am I trusting you enough to do? I kinda rather feel like if you were going to kill or hurt me, you'd have done it already rather than cart me back here. Unless, you need some sort of ritual sacrifice with those strange things that you made the trees do. Her face paled and her ears pricked upright before snapping back. Is that why you fed me? To sacrifice me? Oh, you're a sick man! Feeding me really good food only to use me for some sort of magical hullabaloo. She closed her eyes and pressed a hand to her stomach lightly looking dramatically pained. At least, the food was good. Lifting her hand to her face, she flopped back against the back of the couch with a low groan of sadness. The hand covering her eyes parted her fingers a moment as she glanced toward him. Can I make a request to be made into the personal poltergeist of the king? He'll never sleep again! A bit of a smirk crossed her features enjoying the idea immensely. Oh, she could think of evil things to do and drive his nephew mad. Now, wouldn't that be a sweet revenge?
Thread: When all is Dark (with Reddy)

I think you hit the nail on the head there. Tathlyn agreed. Imagine growing up with the King as your nephew. Always knowing that there is some fear in him, that you'll take his place. And enjoying it. He fumbled with some random object in his hand, a rune carved stone that didn't do anything. A failed experiment that he kept around because the flecks of gold looked nice as a paperweight. I've never wanted the thronw, but he doesn't believe me. So at every opportunity I have spited my nephew just for the fun of it. Her musings were too on the point. Had he really been that easy for the frillen to read? Well princess, I don't think the guards would make very lively company. Nor would they be as cute. He teased, and then his hand went for the knife. And here he thought he was the only one with jokes. Maybe I eat people? Use their souls to nourish my spells. He says woth a quiet laugh, nearly breaking into a fit of chuckling as she flopped back with a groan. A poltergeist huh? Well, why not? I'm certain you'd be able to tear the castle down around him pebble by pebble until he's going mad! But his hands did something different, clawing for her throat. Or really, to hook his fingers in the collar. That knife blade grew closer to her neck, and hopefully she knew to keep still as the cold silver alloy grazed her bare throat. A thin red line appeared as it would make the skin tingle, but not cut into. Up the knife went, through the collar, and with a quick and fluid cut it was severed. They burn the collars closed when you are unconscious, at least until they can put metal ones on. He explaines, stepping away to bend and pick up the sheath to the dagger. Once it was safely in the engraved holder, he tossed it to Arashi so it would land in the vixen's lap. That's yours now. I'll hold it when we go out into the city, but a girl needs to be able to protect herself. So how about sleep? He questioned, probably having confuses the woman more than enough for one night.
Thread: When all is Dark (with Reddy)

A r a s h i Arashi took a deep breath shaking her head. I cannot imagine having the king for a nephew. I guess the adage about not being able to choose your family comes into play here. She tilted her head to the side studying his face for a moment before she pursed her lips in thought. No wonder that you want to go on this adventure of yours. I'd want to just to get away and out of his shadow. The vixen was clever or rather, she was just good at looking at other people's perspectives. A little chuckle left her. Odd that she should feel like laughing but it was a little like revenge for her too. The knife was another story entirely but it was amusing too. Maybe he ate people. Your dinner says otherwise, she raised a challenging brow. Although, the thought of becoming a personal poltergist and tormenting the king just made her laugh again. The sound a bit dark and hollow but still a sign of amusement. That was before he made a snatch for her throat grabbing the collar. She'll admit that her breath did catch out of surprise but her eyes narrowed in challenge. Rather than pulling away in fear, she held still meeting his gaze until it dropped to what he was doing. The playful air dissipated quickly when the knife went between her throat and the collar but she stayed still. The cold of the metal against her throat made her swallow lightly but she wasn't going to show weakness or was this her trusting him? She couldn't quite be sure if it wasn't some mix of both. No pain or death came just that annoying bit of leather came off. She sighed and ran her hands over her neck soothing the skin that she hadn't been able to touch well. Her body relaxed immediately flopping onto her back as her tail lolled out to the side. That is world's better. Her response to hearing that the collars were burned closed was a snort. Her gaze caught on the flint of silver as it came toward her and she sat up quick snatching the sheathed knife out of the air. She eyed it, slipped it out of the sheath and felt for the balance point before sheathing it once more. She raised a brow lightly at his explanation. Hmmm who's trusting who now? She said before taking a deep breath. So, where do you want me to sleep? Here? The floor? I've had worse. She sat up some raising her arms over her head, which strained her doeskin top against her breasts, and her tail curled behind her before flopping down relaxed once more. Her eyes lifted to his face. How's your nose, by the way?
Thread: When all is Dark (with Reddy)

Her neck felt stiff under his grip, and Tathlyn could imagine putting the frillen out of her misery with the knife or his hands. But, the thought was faster than fleeting, and he didn't have that sort of bone in his body. With the collar off he let the leather drop to the floor without a care. I'll have to find a replacement for it. Maybe cut a belt short so that we can buckle and not at will? Should be enough to keep us put of trouble. The man mused mildly. Oh, I trust you not to kill me in my sleep. Tathlyn said without any worry at all. I doubt you are ignorant enough to not know the consequences of doing that. And that I'm your best chance to get out of the city. Everything he said he felt as if it was true. And what was one knife to a adept of magic? Well, a lot actually, but if given space and preparation then even catapults fared no better than pebbles. Neither. You'll share my bed. I trust you enough to not kill me, but not enough to think you won't try and run away. He was kind, not stupid he thought, but didn't raise such a complaint aloud. His eyes were drawn to her tightened top, again thinking that she was quite his type if not for the tail. But seeing it flop about and move he realized that he could learn to deal with it. But no... that's not why he picked her up, or why he wanted to share the bed. My nose is fine, thank you. He says simply. It wasn't the first time it had been hit, the slight crookedness of it showing that. Waving his hand he motioned for her to head up the winding staircase in the far back through a small alcove. After you, princess.
Thread: When all is Dark (with Reddy)

A r a s h i The vixen flashed him a rather lazy grin with a bit of a feral edge to it. You haven't given me a reason to kill you just yet, Tathlyn. As if that were still up in the air and could change at any given moment. Not one at all and contrary to popular belief of my being some baby-eating monster, I like to have a reason to have that sort of guilt on my conscious. I do like to sleep at night after all. His idea on where she was sleeping made her blink lightly and damn if a blush along with a bit of suspicion came to her. Uh huh, keep me from running off, I see how it is. Sure, that had been one of her plans and made it a wee bit more difficult... no interesting. There was a little narrowing to her eyes as she looked to him before stretching and asking after his nose, which she did feel a bit bad about honestly. It was good to hear that he'd be all right. Of that, she had no doubt that he would. Actually, she was surprised that she hadn't hit him harder than that. Must've been because she was out of it. She got to her feet with an uncanny grace even tired and walked after him before stooping to snatch the leather collar and tossing it nonchalantly into the fire like she'd wanted to earlier. It was a satisfying feeling that brought a smug grin to her face. Princess? She asked as her ears flicked in thought. He had to be teasing her about the damsel in distress comment and a little grin took her. All right, rescuer. With that, she brushed past him and made sure to flick her tail along his waist before heading up the stairs in a quite blatant tease since he seemed not to know what to make of it. She sniffed lightly once they got to the top of the stairs. Mmmm I think it's this way. She said following the heavier scent of his to the left. Am I getting hot or cold? She asked with a cocky grin tossed over her shoulder. Last edited Jul 6, 2018
Thread: Small, small, world, large large, universe  (Midnight Lass x Saber Arturia)

The thing to remember about the universe is that it's not infinite, so not everything can happen. People do talk about infinite possibilities, but infinity is an abstract concept. When people talk about an infinite number of parallel universes, what they're really talking about is that the possible number of parallel universes is so large, you might as well talk about it being infinite, even though the number of universes is infinite. So if you're in a strange town, looking for a friend's house without the use of GPS or an old fashioned map, and you come to a T and take a right, a new universe doesn't come into existence at that moment where you take a left instead. Probably, The collection of parallel dimensions has a number of general rules and laws in common, so there aren't universes out there where ten centimeter earthworms are the undisputed masters of all they can see. If they could see anything. Still, the multiverse is a pretty strange place, as one Joe Plummer was about to prove to his friend. Joe was on his knees in his mother's basemen, a panel open on a strange device, making last minute adjustments before his friend came over. The device in question took up the entire basement, and looked like the mad scientist laboratory from a 1950s movie set. But that wasn't the oddest thing about the room. The oddest thing about the room were the tubes and wires that connected everything in the room to a glass encased book. And the book in question was a collection of illustrated stories about animated princesses. Joe grinned as he closed the panel and brushed himself off. Everything was ready for him to give his friend a demonstration of his new device. A demonstration his friend would never forget.
Thread: ..::Uɴsᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ Bᴏɴᴅ::.. [DᴀʀᴇTᴏDʀᴇᴀᴍ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

It doesn't take long for word to spread from town-to-town, Remi thought to herself as she sat on a bar stool swirling the contents in her shot glass around. Did you hear about the town of Mylusa? Something wicked is going on with the undead rising. Must be the local academy's fault. A man nearby murdered towards his drinking buddy, who casually chugged his drink before slamming the glass onto the beverage napkin. They must be regulars. No way! Better not be coming this way. I'll fuck 'em up! To signify his threat he would drunkenly portray his flexed biceps, grinning at his attempt to show his power. Remi rolled her eyes before dumping her drink down her gullet, unphased by the bitter taste that resembled rubbing alcohol. Mylusa was her home town, the academy within being her school of choice long ago. She graduated top in class along with another student, who at the time was her rival. After graduation, everyone dispersed to carry on with their lives. Remi was gifted with her bow and arrows, but something also felt missing, like she had more to learn, but there was nothing else to grasp onto. Knowing that her home town was being attacked didn't sit well with her, but was it her business to attempt to figure out the source of this brewing madness? Perhaps not, but stepping back and watching the fire grow was unnecessary. Letting out an annoyed sighed she would rise from her seat before placing money down for her tab. Keep the change. She reminded the bar tender before exiting. Mylusa was 30 miles away, which meant that if something wasn't done soon, the undead would spread rapidly. Despite the skies growing darker, she had to make a move tonight. Would former members of the academy she graduated with help, would they even care to stop the chaos? Remi pondered, but even if they didn't, someone had to help. She couldn't do it alone. Securing her bow in her hand and having a quiver filled with arrows, she would begin her stroll in the darkened forest. She knew of a shortcut that would help get there faster, but more dangerous to venture into. Danger never bothered her, and she welcomed it.
Thread: ..::Uɴsᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ Bᴏɴᴅ::.. [DᴀʀᴇTᴏDʀᴇᴀᴍ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

The peace of the forest glen surrounded Faeren as he paused in his sword exercises to take a breath then another. Hed been pushing himself hard the last few days and the rest would do him good. Taking another look at the wooden post hed been testing his sword against, he gave a nod at all the marks on it and carried his sword towards the fire blazing near his sleeping roll. The glen had been his home for the last two weeks and he was comfortable in it. He was a bit of a nomad since graduating from the Paladn Academy, going where his sword was needed, but he was taking a much-needed break now. That didnt mean he relaxed though as he simply used the time to continue to hone the superb skills that had helped him be one of the top students in his class. Sitting down on the log hed dragged near the fire when hed first arrived, he grabbed his rucksack and pulled out his sharpening stone. Settling in for the relaxing task of honing his blade, he tuned out the noises of the forest, led by the calls of birds and the rustle of leaves on the breeze. He had no idea how long hed been at it when he first heard the noises, his head cocking towards the edge of the glen. Standing, he listened some more and then moved from the fire into the open, his sword at his side. Something or someone was coming towards him, without any concern for the noise they were making. If he didnt know better, hed say they were running in panic but that didnt make sense out here in the forest, not during the light of day. He didnt have long to wait as finally a figure broke through the trees, stumbling over their feet and falling to the floor. Faeren stood where he was at first, his steady gaze taking the man in, noting the ratty way his clothes looked and the dirt smeared all over him. He also saw blood, coming from cuts and scrapes, not all of which appeared to come from branches. Finally moving towards him, he reached out and gripped the mans shoulder, causing him to start. A blood curdling scream ripped from his mouth and he scuttled backwards, cowering. Its ok, stranger. I wont hurt you Faeren said, kneeling down in front of him. You look like you need help. What has you running so frightened? At first the man didnt speak, his frightened gaze locked on Faeren but his eyes seeing something else entirely. A snap of the swordsmans fingers brought the stranger back to reality and he scrambled to his feet. Run, run! he said, his voice almost a yell. Theyre coming. Run or die. That got him a hard look. Who comes, stranger? What threat is out there? The words that came next stunned him. Undead, heading for Mylusa. It wasnt his home town but it was the home of the Academy and that made it almost home. Before he could say another word, the stranger was gone, stumbling off into the woods. Shaking his head, Faeren began to pack up camp. There was no doubt in his mind what his next move was going to be and soon he was on his way to Mylusa, following the way of the woods.
Thread: ..::Uɴsᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ Bᴏɴᴅ::.. [DᴀʀᴇTᴏDʀᴇᴀᴍ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

As Remi paced through the foresty terrain, skillfully she dodged branches as she grew closer to Mylusa. Theyve already caused destruction as some homes were clustered with smoke as it spiraled above the horizon of trees. The pungent smell of decomposition made her wrinkle her nose in disgust, making her take her black bandana in her quiver and fasten it over the bridge of her nose. Already she was standing at the end of her route, overlooking her home town as she was on an inclined hill. It was a sight she wasnt prepared for, and her hues filled with sorrow. Debris everywhere, buildings damaged, flames scattered in random places. Someone had to of done this, and it needed to be stopped. Reaching for an arrow she would quickly yet precisely fix it into her bow, noticing a fellow undead male making his way out of town. Closing an eye as the other one focused, she let go of the arrow, the blade slicing through the air before hitting her target in the head. He fell down, blackened blood erupting from his new wound before going limp. Remi wasnt looking forward to doing this on her own. She took a deep breath before jogging into town to investigate further.
Thread: ..::Uɴsᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ Bᴏɴᴅ::.. [DᴀʀᴇTᴏDʀᴇᴀᴍ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

Trail after trail fell under Faerens feet as he headed towards the city, listening to the noise as the rest of the forest denizens headed in the opposite direction, fleeing the smoke he could smell on the breeze. He knew that was a bad sign and hurried his steps, nodding as the forest began to gradually thin around him. Finally emerging on a lower slope approaching the town, he paused just outside the tree line, his hand on his sword. From this vantage point, there wasnt much to see, just open, untouched, field but he could see the swirls of smoke on the far side of the city and heard the screams coming from within. He also heard the shout of men and the clash of swords and knew hed come at the right moment. In his time there, the city hadnt had a very big guard service, just enough to keep citizens in line but not begin enough to fight a battle, especially if your enemy was the undead. Fighting there was though, so he knew not everyone had fled the scourge before them. A flash of movement out of the corner of his eye and he spun to his left, seeing the arrow as it flew down from high on a bluff, striking a distant figure. His eyes narrowed as he tried to find the source, knowing only one other person who could fire an arrow so precisely from such a distance. Was it her? Not knowing, he finally set his path to two, cutting across the field rapidly, wanting to see.
Thread: ..::Uɴsᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ Bᴏɴᴅ::.. [DᴀʀᴇTᴏDʀᴇᴀᴍ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

The closer she approached the town, the more she could depict what was wrong with it. Luckily she didnt see anyone she knew and most of the people living within appeared to flee as soon as word got. Unfortunately that left the guardsmen attempting to slay all that they could, some even fallen victim to the undead bites, also slowly churning into one. On her right one of the dammed pests groaned near her, limping with its jaw dropped to his chest. As if she had no time for this she would casually use the right side of her bow and harshly jab it into its face, seeing the brittle skull cave in on itself. As expected, it fell onto its back, unmoving. Where are they coming from? She shouted to a guard that was in the middle of a draw between one of the unlucky bastards, Remi quick to assist and precisely shoot an arrow at its head. I dont know, but there seems to be more and more of them! Breathlessly he replied, wiping off a stream of sweat above his brow with the back of his armored hand.
Thread: ..::Uɴsᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ Bᴏɴᴅ::.. [DᴀʀᴇTᴏDʀᴇᴀᴍ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

His belief that most of the fighting was on the far side of the city proved wrong within moments of Faeren entering the first main boulevard. A shout from a nearby building drew his attention and he saw a woman flee, a baby in her hand, hot on her heal four of the undead. They were so focused on her that they never saw him and with a few quick steps he was in the center of him. The first went down with a blow from the handle of his sword, its forehead crushing inward. He dodged the swipe of another one, his ragged and dirty nails scraping across the leather armor on his chest, only to be countered by a swipe of his sword, which sent its head flying. A few more swipes of his sword, met by the sword of both undead men rang out but soon the tide turned and both went down. Turning, he watched the woman sprinting across the field to safety and nodded then turned and moved down the road, heading to the sound of a nearby battle. Moving between two of them, he saw a large group of undead centered around two figures, both of whom were fighting hard. Wasting no time, he dove in, his sword zinging through the air as he twirled left and right, so focused on the battle he didnt realize who he was fighting with.
Thread: ..::Uɴsᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ Bᴏɴᴅ::.. [DᴀʀᴇTᴏDʀᴇᴀᴍ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

Arrow after arrow she would pierce the heads and hearts of the undead, sweat also beading on her brow before dribbling down off from her chin. It was hard to keep count of all that were surrounding her, eyes darting from left to right in an attempt to calculate their movements. In the far disntace she would depict a figure with a sword, wailing it from left to right, slaying those undead that dared to cross his boundaries. He looked familiar, until he pivoted around so she could see his face... Faeren! Attempting to grasp his attention she would aim her arrow towards a nearby undead that he would soon fight, letting go of the string of the bow to let her arrow fly. Precisely it would strike it dead between the eyes, the poor bastard not knowing what it had coming. Falling to the ground, she hoped he would see where the foreign object came from.