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Thread: A Ravens Heart and a Witch's Soul....(Anaeria and runawayninja only please! )

Ariana was certainly soaked in blood, and she heard thunder, but that might have just been the hooves of the horses or the roaring of the carriage. Which is why it was an even greater shock when she awoke in a soft and luxurious bed with silken sheets. The frame of the four-post bed was solid oak with designs of women carved into it as bas-reliefs. The room was spacious and well decorated, clearly with a woman's touch in mind. Ariana herself was now cleaned and dressed in an elaborate, if revealing white gown. There was no trace of a wound on her at all, it was as if she had never been hurt. She wasn't even sore from the experience. But clearly, something had happened to her. There was a pair of large double doors which led to a balcony. The land outside was bathed in night with a rolling storm in the distance. She in a castle, and what's more, it was a huge castle, more a palace, but dark and gothic looking. And it was covered, absolutely overgrown with vines of roses, thorny and thick, as it they were gripping the castle in a great blackened hand. The roses bloomed brightly and large, possessing a soft glow to them, and there were even a few vines in her room with roses growing upon them. Truly, this could only be Chateau Avalon d'Is, the home of the Rose King, the lord of the land here. The Rose King and his family had a reputation of being tyrants and they were powerful magic-users, being a race unto themselves called Mystics. Each member of the family had a dazzling and frightening array of powers, and only Orlouge, The Rose King himself had not used his powers in the lifetime of this generation, adding to his fearsome reputation since no one living had seen what he could do. As if on cue, once she got her bearings a hulking man with a fiery red beard and head of hair and slightly bronzed skin slowly turned the door handle on the only door into the castle and pushed the door slowly ajar to look in on her. His eyes were a fierce golden color and he wore an armor of a deep purple luster with finely engraved depictions of battle upon it. He stared at her for a long moment before he gave a slight nod of his head. I am Rastaban, his highness' eldest. His voice matched the thunder rolling outside, deep and commanding, if slightly threatening. His highness would like to see you and ensure that you are healing properly and that the...transfusion process has taken well. If you would accompany me, Lady Snow. He didn't seem prepared to accept a no.
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Orlouge watched her, quite intrigued it seemed, by both her attitude and her reflexive magical talents. My my, you are indeed a rare find! A smile slowly kept over his lips like that of a child watching an animal in a zoo for the first time. He looked upon her as though she were an attraction for his amusement. He chuckled very softly, his very laughter appearing to shake the air with his magic. You are just a wellspring of power, threatening to burst. As far as what I've done to you...I've given you some of my blood. It has turned you into a Half-Mystic. A portion of my great power flows through you as it does through all of my brides... He left that last statement hanging as if he had made it clear enough what she should take from that. White Rose seemed to be focusing hard on her playing her...goblets of water. Something unpleasant was going on here that she didn't like and she was trying very hard to ignore it. Whatever Orlouge was doing, she didn't like it, and she was making a clear effort to not look up at the conversation. The Lion Princess, however, looked rather pleased with the seen before her and seemed to be taking a great deal of entertainment from it. The other two men both seemed perfectly placid with what was happening. His smile then turned sly. Would you like to learn to control that power? My sons can teach you to use your power at your whim and fancy...after all, you won't be much help here if you can't control your power. He chuckled softly and smiled at her. We wouldn't want you blowing up another mountain now, would we? The training can begin now if you like...
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Eyes now the colour of white snow and violet petals as her power showed within her eyes, Ariana shook her head as the Rose Lord spoke to her, telling her what had happened and what it was he had done to her. His....offer, wasn't even remotely tempting. If she couldn't be trained to use the wellspring of her magics by the Oldest Mage in the world, then this....this creature certainly couldn't. She was a well of magic, and wells didn't use the water or magic they held, they simply held it. Stopping her backwards motion towards the only real exit in the room, she growled as he came closer to her and fur spread along her arms as her claws lengthened further and grew sharper, as did her teeth. Stop walking. I know of one way to get rid of you and everyone here within thirty miles of this spot, and I've done it before, as you well know. No use in giving him any ideas that she couldn't control the explosive magics within her to that degree at least. There's so much magic inside my body that I can release it in a single explosion, I can't be killed and you'd be a fool to get anywhere near me when this bubble shows up. He was a fool, looking at her like she was some prize at a carnival or a fair, a toy to be played with. Your 'great power' isn't even a drop in the magic inside of me Mage, so why should I obey you and follow along? I'm not human, I never was, and I'm not sheep, too stupid to realize the cliff in right in front of me. Her mouth was pulling back and out slightly as she grew more agitated, and her clothing tore as her bones realigned slowly, making her grow at least another three feet in height until she towered over the mage and his son. The words that came from her slight muzzle, as fur rippled over her in a thick, white carpet and her red hair turned as white as the magic inside of her, was rough and vicious, a step away from tearing out his throat. To say that Ariana was beyond really listening to anyones silkyoily voice was obvious, and her talons were ready and itching to rip into the men who had hurt her before. If I wanted help, I'd have gone to the Atlantean Sorcerer Oarien Massendretch, not to you and your little flights of prettiness Mage. I want my freedom, and I want nothing to do with you and yours, do you understand me? She knew she was being rude, but at the moment? Honestly it was all Ariana could do to keep from turning all wolf and bolting for a window, even if it was several dozen stories off the ground. She'd heal, as she always had.
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Orlouge turned away from her, so that only his profile was visible to her. Suddenly, the music that had only served as a backdrop for the Court was steadily getting louder and more prominent. The watery sounds from White Rose's goblets and the strings of the Koto grew louder and almost painfully took the fore stage. Her heightened, animal senses were not making it any better. It's a shame you can't be more cooperative...if you were, things would be a lot easier... Orlouge spoke sadly as if his feelings had been hurt. But the music had a strange effect. Loud though it was at this point, it was having an odd warping effect. The walls appeared to vibrate with the notes. The glowing roses pulsed to the beat of the music. And the music had a drug-like calming effect, a dreamy lull that seemed to warp the world around them, but if the others could see it, they paid it no heed. Orlouge looked at her Ariana once again, but his eyes were glowing a bright gold now, and the feathers on his robe seemed to move of their own will, exploding into flocks of birds as the music became overpowering in it's dreamy effects. The real world was losing it's mind. Perhaps a bit of sleep will calm you...
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Shit.....you...The music had her fur and fangs and such vanishing within moments, the calming effects like a fast acting drug that tore away the anger and resentment until she was human again and found herself sitting on the floor dazed. The bubble was still there around her, it was unconscious after all, but she wasn't in the flight or fight mode of thought anymore and found herself even watching the Lords' eyes with a vague curiosity to her own mind. It was so sudden and so fast that she shivered, her internal mind stunned at what had just happened. She was all power, all strength and willpower but this guy and his sons...they were more subtle...much more tricky. Faintly frowning at that thought, the Lycanthropic red head shook her head and blinked slowly, resisting the sleeping aspect of the magics. Someone, she didn't know who, though it was the pale scholar who did it with a hint of annoyance at the brother who used the magic to calm the wild woman, helped her shift into a seat on some pillows and she rested there quietly, her dress split up both sides until she was pretty much showing off her legs, hips and everything but her breasts and belly and nether regions. As soon as the music's magic grew quieter, well not so much quieter as the magics within her absorbed it and made it its own for the moment so she could remain conscious, she blinked again and found she held a glass of water and that she was incredibly thirsty. However...she didn't appreciate having to look up at the Rose Lord and she frowned further at her disjointed thought patterns. ...What...what happened...?
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Orlouge looked at her and smiled softly, but such a warm smile from a man like him was certainly not a good one. Consider this to be like a spider's web...the more you struggle and resist, the more ensnared you will become. You have plenty of raw force, plenty of will and anger, and that is something to be reckoned with, but there are ways to fight force. This is going to be your home, Lady Snow. The more you fight and the more you resist, the more nightmarish your time here will be. It is much easier if you yield... Suddenly, the music was broken. The woman in the rose dress slowly stood, leaving her crystalline goblets and she slowly crossed the room, approaching the pair. My lord... Her voice was as soft and demure as she appeared. Why don't you let me show her around? I'm sure she's feeling lost...maybe some exploring will help to put her mind at ease. Orlouge was clearly displeased with this turn of events and he turned his back on Ariana, nodding as he walked back towards his throne. White Rose looked at Ariana with kind eyes and offered a hand to help her back up.
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She seethed inwardly, despising this...this...this Mage as the music broke, and his words rang in her ears though she didn't fight the music, allowing it to run through her until it was broken off. Blinking as she gained her balance and her thoughts back, the lycanthrope scowled at him as he turned his back on her, obviously not seeing her as a threat anymore. Leaping to her feet, she ignored the ripped and torn dress and the extended hand of the soft spoken rose-woman. My name is Ariana. I won't respond to anything else. That sounded petulant even to her own ears. Frowning as the rose woman looked at her with kind eyes that Ariana took to be more pitying than anything, the wolf-woman huffed and crossed her arms under her breasts and followed, intending on making her escape as soon as she was out of sight of the men and their magics.
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White Rose looked at Ariana and motioned for her to follow her as she left through the only exit, the way she and Rastaban had come in. White Rose walked slowly as they crossed the bridge between the tall towers with the strange violet painted sky above them. Her steps were so light they barely made a sound over the stone walkway with the gargoyles and stone angels at every thirty foot interval as they slowly walked along. White Rose finally looked at Ariana with sad eyes, eyes that had been brighter once, but were quiet and docile now. They were defeated eyes. It's...best to get used to life here. Lord Orlouge can make life twisted and hellish if you don't comply. He wouldn't have brought you here if he didn't believe he could control you. I'd say that I used to be just like you, except I never was. I was the exact opposite... She quietly trailed off before her eyes mildly showed some sense of purpose again. I wanted to show you something, come with me...before you try anything. If Ariana did follow, White Rose led her into a room in the adjoining tower. A room with three tiers of circular walkways, each with a staircase to led up to the next level up. Along the wall of each walkway was a portrait of a lovely woman above it. There were even pictures of White Rose and the Lion Princess. Beneath each portrait was what appeared to be a coffin with a clear glass top. Some were empty...some were occupied with a woman matching the portrait, pale and peaceful looking. They're sleeping... White Rose spoke softly, her voice shaking a bit. Until Orlouge wants them awakened. For some it's a punishment, for others, Orlouge simply doesn't want their company at the moment. It is...not a pleasant state. She brought a few fingers to her lips, covering them as something in her reflected upon what those sleeping women might be experiencing in their dreams. They are all Orlouge's brides.
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....Great. So I'm stuck as his Bride or whatever until he dies or something? What the hell does he do with so many women anyways? He can't expect to have an orgy with only one guy, even with his sons there's too many women. So why are we here? If he expected to get her with child in any fashion she'd tear his throat out, and Ariana knew how to do it too, and how good it would probably taste to have her enemy's throat ripped out and gushing blood down her throat. She'd already figured out that his blood inside of her was doing strange things, but it would be a while before the 'strange things' really kicked in and she backed away from the wall and went back to the room she'd been given, stripped off her wrecked dress and proceeded to leave said room entirely naked, headed for the exit, or whatever one she could find that was close enough to the ground that she wouldn't break her neck. Neck breaks were painful and annoying to heal up. White Rose, such a pathetic name, for a pathetic woman, and to be called Snow herself? How cliche'd and screwed in the head could this Lord be? He didn't bother asking for her real name or anything, just called her Lady Snow and that was that? Hell no, she'd not respond to it at all. Ever. Although....the idea of those women encased in coffins yet still alive was beyond disturbing, and her mind shied away from the very thought of it happening to her. She was terrified of enclosed spaces. When Ariana finally found a window close enough to the ground to safely jump from she did so, hitting soft, grass covered earth lightly and was running for the trees before she could think that perhaps it wouldn't be so easy to escape.
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Escape seemed easy enough. White Rose tried to talk to Ariana more, but it seemed she was having none of that. There were no guards and no iron bars. For a castle, there seemed to be amazingly few defenses to be found here. If any at all. The thorny vines of the roses grew thick on some of the walls, but not so thick that a creature like here couldn't tear, vault, or otherwise find her way through it. It was so simple, it seemed. That is when things got twisted and hellish as White Rose described. As she strayed further and further away from the castle, the purple-painted night sky started to twist and warp. The clouds swirled upon themselves until a vortex in them appeared and showed the moon glaring down at her like some angry eye. The lines on the moon even looked like some pupil focusing on her, and the moon darkened visible, becoming grey and pale instead of bright and white. The ground appeared to become muddy and slippery as the branches of the darkened forest shifted and bent. Crows and insects exploded from trees, as owls screeched and leered at her. The knots and barrows of the blackened trees became faces of anger and agony, and their gnarled, arm-like branches reached for her, the tips starting to claw at her. The mud beneath her feet became less solid and more viscous, and shapes, human shapes began to emerge from the mud. The land was turning into some bizarre nightmare, but this was only the beginning of it.
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The sudden shifting of the earth beneath her bare feet had Ariana gasping and looking up, the animals and creatures who had been such friends to her in the past now twisted, vicious beasts, the insects nasty creatures and the moon....her beloved moon....it was hideous. The red haired woman couldn't take more than a minute of the twisted landscape before she closed her eyes and turned away, back towards the castle. Stumbling out of the treeline and back onto the manicured grounds of the estate she hit her knees in the dirt and vomitted up what little she actually had in her stomach, the horror and unnaturalness of everything forcing her through her shift until a white wolf lay on the ground, trembling like a dog kicked one too many times. Realization rolled over her then She was trapped here. Trapped until the Lord grew tired of her or she died of old age, something she knew wouldn't happen unless she died somehow unnaturally....and she knew he wouldn't allow that kind of thing. So, she did the only thing she could think of. She became a Wolf. Pure anger, purest hatred that turned her eyes to crimson and her grew her teeth another inch, her claws sharper and her senses keener. Glaring up at the castle walls, she howled her bitter hatred towards any who could hear her, sending a promise of blood and pain and death to any attempted to get near her. And then she began to pace, scenting out her new territory. The Wolf had no intentions of going inside of that hellhole ever again, and she would keep to herself, away from all others, even those who attempted to be kind to her. Outside she would remain, through wind and rain, bitter cold and searing heat, she'd stay as far as the Rose Lord allowed her to be away and not have to put up with his insanity.
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There were times when she was called to the castle, an instinct like her wolfish instincts that taught her how to hunt, track, and stalk. Like an itch that sought to be scratched, it could only be satisfied by eventually coming inside. Mostly, she was asked to come in for Orlouge to lord over her or for her to train how to access her magics, which usually happened under the tutelage of Orlouge's sons. For the most part, Orlouge was content to let her stay outside. He had a long time to wait, and he wasn't going anywhere. Of all of the other brides, White Rose made an obvious effort to be kind to Ariana and to try and befriend her, going so far as to go outside to spend time with her. But whether her efforts had any fruit was up to Ariana. The Lion Princess was cold and brusque to her. Things went on like this for some time. It was hard to tell how long, because time lost all meaning here. But what broke the monotony was a scent. A scent she hadn't smelled in a long, long time. Fresh blood. Human blood. A milky white steed was slowly trotting along the main road that ran through the lands. The horse was obviously lost, for what animal would willingly come here? The steed had been trained to follow along the nearest road when her rider was unresponsive. The horse was moving along at a trotting pace, clearly tired, but one of her sides was smeared a messy pink from the rider, who was slumped forward in the saddle, leaning against the steed's mane, his arm hanging on the side as fresh blood dripped down in a trail, staining the horse and the ground. The rider was wearing some plate armor, but had a pair of large arrows sticking from his back. The arrows were far to large for hunting game, they were meant to hunt humans, and they had a thick, toxic sap slathered along their shafts, one with a bright red fletching, and another with a blue and black one. In addition, the rider's helm was denting inward and was stained with yet more blood, indicating a hard blow to the head. Long locks of raven black hair dripping with blood hung messily from the helm as he lay forward, unconscious in the saddle. He was die soon without any aid.
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The young man was handsome indeed. Long strands of jet black hair crowned his youthful features like streams of midnight. He looked too young to be in any such trouble, but trouble didn't particularly seem to care who found it. His head was cut, but not badly and it was perhaps a concussion that knocked him unconscious to begin with. His armor off of him, he had a slender build, but athletically so. He had certainly had training and his rough hands showed that he had practiced in some labor, either physical work, or training with weapons. Perhaps both. His skin was smooth and pale as moonlight, and those lips beckoned a kiss. A soft snorting outside alerted the return of his mount, a milky white mare, but a powerfully built warhorse, a charger. The horse seemed steadfastly loyal and refused to leave, but would have to be well hidden, it was a sure giveaway. The mare also had some of the man's belongings on her back. There were a few bags of possessions and a large pack of survival gear. A large sword was sheathed at the horse's side, too large to be sheathed on the man himself. Although the blade was long, it was very thin and very light, with a secondary grip on the blade's blunt base. An odd sword indeed. Amongst the various tacks, belts, and pouches on the horse, there was tied to the saddle a small satchel of leather that contained a book. Both the book and the satchel bore a heraldry of a raven clutching and arrow in it's beak, with a moon in the backdrop. The raven was perched on a window. As if on cue, thunder rolled in the distance, heralding a coming storm.