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Thread: Tale of Two Princes [LordEarlGray + kikora]

The dark haired prince let out a little tut under his breath to the initial question, glancing at the shorter prince and staring, thin long arms crossing over his thin chest. He listened quietly, to what the other prince had to say, clenching his jaw, eager to speak.. but the other man kept going.. and going.. and when he stopped Amir bit his lip before speaking, clicking his tongue against the top of his mouth. I understand that.. I don't understand why my father had me sent here.. to be trapped inside here.. I can fight off the likes of an assassin.. I sleep with my knives.. Amir mumbled unhappily, looking back over his shoulder and out the window, seeing the large knight and the tiny woman walking toward him. Hmph.. she'll be lucky to get a damn word out of that man.. he didn't talk to me the entire way here.. The tall prince mumbled softly and brushed a bit of hair out of his face, turning back to Dhiren, staring at him for a moment. Where do we bathe around here? I'd like to get some of this dirt off of my skin.. Sir Harold was securing the ropes on the horses when he heard the tiny little voice come from behind him.. The huge man turned around slowly, his armor creaking against itself, shaggy blond hair hanging around his face and his pristine blue eyes stared at the tiny girl, a slight little flush coming to his cheeks. Hello.. He said softly, his voice was deep and soft, holding his heavy helmet with both hands, the large red feather stuck to the top billowing in the wind. Harold could see from the scroll and books that this girl must process him, as everyone must be processed, and he gave her a little smile friendly and kind. Would you.. mind if I hang my armor up before we go..? It's a little heavy.. and I wouldn't want to be clanging around the castle.. Harold said with a tiny smile, shifting where he stood, easily holding the armor up but two days riding in it took it's tole on his muscles..
Thread: Tale of Two Princes [LordEarlGray + kikora]

Dhiren smirked up at the other man, dark eyes flashing in humor. You'll find she's not a very talkative person either. He commented. Makes her company far more enjoyable than the simmering, giggling maidens who roam the castle grounds. He shook his head slightly at the thought of the overly proper women vying for the attention of him and his older brother. In any case, she only wishes to ensure you and your knight didn't pick up any diseases on your travels, pests, or anything of the sort. She is responsible for the health of the castle. He gave it a dismissive wave of the hand, In any case, Prince Amir, you're only as trapped as you allow yourself to be. He leaned forward to grin at the man. I was going to go to the castle grounds and join in the training classes for knights, care to join me? You can put your knives to the test against some of our experienced recruits. Teyha stared up as the giant knight turned to face her, his cheeks slightly pink. She tilted her head to the side, wondering if the flush was a symptom of a fever, and she stepped forward. Of course, just one second. She told him, and turned to set the stack of books and parchment on a small tool table, sighing softly when the weight was off her. She turned back, and walked briskly to him, gently putting a hand on his shoulder to pull him down, while she stood on her toes. She pressed the back of her hand lightly to his forehead, then to his cheek. You're not running a fever... She whispered. You've probably been in the sun too long though, and armor is quick to overheat a man. By all means, take it off and I'll lead you upstairs.
Thread: Tale of Two Princes [LordEarlGray + kikora]

Amir just let out a soft hmph at the thought of the sniveling girls that danced around these corridors, sure that they were no different from the ones that ran around his own castle back home.. Mm.. Was his only reply, playing with the handle of his knife under his long sleeve, hiding it quietly, rubbing the smooth handle with his thumb, he did it almost all the time.. When the other prince waved the subject of girls off he looked over and stared at him, seeing the grin and the way he leaned forward and it made the tall prince actually blush, leaning back with a little blink. What..? He whispered, surprised at first, but a slow grin rose onto his lips and he licked his bottom lip lowly. I've been itching to get my knives into something.. Amir whispered softly, grinning down at the prince who was about to become his best friend.. Sir Harold felt himself blink a few times when the tiny girl suddenly set down her books and came toward him.. the giant knight wasn't the kind of man to be used to being touched by women.. not since.. a long time ago.. When the girl's hand gently touched his shoulder and leaned so close to him, her soft palm resting against his sweaty forehead and bristly cheek.. sending a spark of tingles through his face. The large man wasn't so used to being touched by a woman.. sure the other knights tried to get him in bed with bar maids or simple maiden's but the man wasn't interested.. he didn't like the thought of having sex with some stranger.. especially someone he didn't love.. so the girl touching him left the large knight practically speechless, stumbling a bit, trying to speak through the tightness in his throat.. Yes.. I shall do that.. He whispered shyly, staring at her with wide blue eyes before he turned to the little stall where knights took off their armor so the stable boys could clean them, tugging it off piece by piece, trying not to let his hands shake a she set the large, heavy metal down on the racks made for them..
Thread: Tale of Two Princes [LordEarlGray + kikora]

Dhiren simply chuckled, and straightened, a wide grin on his face. He gestured over his shoulder for Amir to follow. Your knives will get a good workout here. Our knights are well trained and very skilled. If you wish to have a a knife fight, the courtyard is where you will find it. He started off at a brisk pace, walking towards the end of the hallway. Let's bipass the giggling maidens, shall we? He asked, turning his eyes back to the other man, a smirk growing on his face. With a firm push the wall moved backwards, only a low groan of stone against stone. He grunted from effort as his fingers found small groves in the stone, and he pressed into them for a grip, sliding it to the side with another deep moan. Come, there are hundreds of passageways in this castle. He told the man with another devious smirk. We can get right to the courtyard. If Teyha had known about what Harold had gone through, she would never have touched him like that. Her own past wasn't dissimilar from his, in essence. She was only a year older when her brother began to sexually assault her, sneaking into her room to take advantage of her while the house slept, only to flee when she was startled awake. Despite her begs and pleas, neither her parents or the authorities paid her accusations much head, and as time marched on, the situation only grew worst. Last year, Teyha was at her lowest. She doubted her own sanity, and frequent suggestion to end her own life were starting to wear on her fragile psyche. Even the worst situations can turn on a dime. Teyha's blossoming magical abilities began to gain praise in her small village, and the more she studied and grew, the more the acclaim spread. Eventually, word reached the castle, and talented mages were a rare enough find that it attracted royal interest. Everything had come together for her after that, and led to the uncomfortable encounter between kindred spirits there in the courtyard. A girl who never experienced what it was like to be on the outside looking in, now found herself staring wide eyed up at the knight, wondering what she had done to offend the man. I'm sorry. She whispered, quickly stepping back to her books. She gathered them in her arms once more, and stood by the table, not watching as the man undid the straps on his armor. If I offended you, I was worried you were catching a fever. I am the white witch here, tending to the injured or sick is my job.
Thread: Tale of Two Princes [LordEarlGray + kikora]

Amir was almost shivering with excitement at the thought of using his sharpened knives.. he hadn't been able to in days and it was making his fingers itch uncomfortably.. Yes.. I'd rather like to bypass the giggling girls.. He said softly as he stepped up behind Dhiren and blinked as the boy started to push at the wall and grunt.. It made the tall prince blush and shift a bit as the other moaned and groaned as he tugged at the wall, the sonds making his face feel strangely hot and he wondered what the hell was wrong with him.. too baffled to even ask if the boy needed help.. It took Amir a moment to realize that there was a staircase inside, his eyes actually wide and surprised for once in his life.. Wow.. He whispered softly and stepped in behind Dhiren, watching him close the little door and it was suddenly dark inside, making him shift. Um.. how do we.. see the stairs? He asked softly in the echo-y hallway. When the girl spoke again, Harold looked up quickly and stared at her, his cheeks so red now that it was obvious he was blushing. N-No! He whispered, stumbling for words.. trying not to make he look so sad.. Hastily tugging off the rest of his armor, Harold stumbled over to the short girl and slid his fingers through his blond hair, only wearing his low cut blue tunic and matching cotton pants, soft leather shoes on his feet that he wore inside of his boots. Y-You didn't.. He started, staring at the girl before looking down at his feet, shifting a little, looking rather silly since he was so huge.. You didn't offend me, miss.. He whispered, swallowing a bit before he glanced back down at the girl with a small smile. I just.. am not used to being touched.. by such soft hands..
Thread: Tale of Two Princes [LordEarlGray + kikora]

Dhiren couldn't help but to laugh at the princes reaction, and he leaned against the wall for a moment, catching his breath. Most castles have a few hidden passageways. For all the glamour and beauty in architecture, castles have one real purpose. To keep occupants safe. He grinned, and grabbed a long oak stick from the wall, it's end wrapped in something that appeared to be several greasy towels. He hung it on the wall while he fished a piece of flint and metal from his pocket, and struck it by the end. In just a few whacks a spark set the cloth burning, and the grease was quick to ignite, burning brightly. Follow me. Dhiren told Amir with a smirk, moving down the staircase. The maids will see the wall and set it right, do not worry. Teyha took a step back when the hulking blond stumbled forward, trying to unhook his armor while walking. The powerful looking man studied the ground in front of his feet with a blush on his cheeks. For a moment she was shocked, and stared, before a smile tugged at her lips, and she laughed. To be honest, I am not used to touching others. She admitted. But it is my job, must care for your health, and I'm afraid that means contact. She smiled once more, and embraced her magic. Her eyes closed for a moment as the bliss of the source filled her, and she weaved thin threads of air to pick up the armor, teetering precariously on the edge of the table where Herold had set them in his haste, and put them carefully on the shelf. Once down she smiled up at the knight, and extended a hand. We were not formally introduced. She commented. My name is Teyha, I am the white witch... Or court healer.... Pleased to meet you.
Thread: From the East (Seer and Atzura)

Rairc sighed in annoyance and ran a hand through his dark brown hair, brown eyes surveying the two men standing before him. How had his day taken such an odd turn. He had just been walking along, minding his own business. And now here he was, a body at his feet and his sword dripping blood with a woman laying huddled on the ground behind him. Should have just passed on by. , he muttered to himself, But no, instead I decided to play the roll of white knight. Oh joy. He cast a quick look at the two men before him. They were both filthy, covered in dirt and smelling like shit. The road here was took a sharp turn, a good spot to ambush travelers. Which is exactly what he assumed had happened. The trees to both sides of the well beaten dirt road were thick, perfect for hiding in. Look, guys, just go on your way. I'm not in the killing mood today. he said, motioning for them to leave. Like hell. You killed our buddy. Leave the woman to us and go and we'll let you get away. one of them growled. Well, I can't do that. Not after going through the trouble of saving her in the first place. There's always the whorehouses back in town. I passed a few while leaving. Why don't you gentlemen go there? I don't think so. There's two of us and one of you. So I think you're going to continue walking along your merry way. Rairc sighed. Yeah, he was going to need to kill them. Alright then. Seeing as how neither of you is going to back down. He raised his blade and gripped it in his hands, taking a long slow breath. Last chance. Two words that apparently weren't in the thugs' vocabulary. They rushed him together, blades held high. Rairc moved forward to put some distance between himself and the woman he was protecting. He sidestepped a chop from the first one and brought his blade across and down, decapitating him in one clean movement before shoving the dead body into the remaining rapist. Or attempted rapist. Dead man either way. Rairc thought to himself as he stepped around the body and checked the thrust of the other man's blade. He slid forward and slammed his elbow into the thug's chest before driving the hilt of his sword into the man's nose. Rairc stepped back lightly, in complete control of every movement. The dead body slumped to the ground and the last living attacker was clutching his face, blood leaking from between his fingers. I forgive you. Rairc said calmly before stepping forward and burying his blade in the man's neck. Unfortunately the man had started a thrust and the blade tore through his clothing along his ribs. Oh come on. I just had this damn thing stitched! Rairc growled as he wrenched his blade free, the body dropping to the ground. He put a hand through the hole and growled in annoyance. The sound of sobbing brought him back to the matter at hand though and he turned to face her. It's ok miss. he said as he slipped his cloak off and put it over her shoulders, I'll escort you back to town ok? Get you dressed up and find somebody to keep an eye on you until the next merchant group comes through. Ok? The woman remained there, hunched over and clutching the cloak around her shoulders.
Thread: From the East (Seer and Atzura)

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Thread: Oh how the bound wings flutter (DLS and Zombies Galore

Pepita Sparkle Wingflutter, Once a member of the noblest of faerie cliques, was now little more then a servant. Standing in at three feet tall, with Neon pink hair and eyes, and skin pale as alabaster the little pixie was an exotic beauty. As she sat in her room, a simple affair compared to her master's extravagant chambers. She waited for master to give her orders, her naked form quivering with anticipation of the nectar she so desperately craved. Master's appetites were intense so he would probably be there soon. god i'm really sorry its so short, writers block hates me!
Thread: Oh how the bound wings flutter (DLS and Zombies Galore

It was time to see his familiar. Umer had been having a trying time as of late. Though he was a great wizard of some fair renown for those in the know, there were always those attempting to make a name by besting Umer in some way. They tried to prove his theories wrong, they attempted to discredit him, they even went so far as to occasionally assault his workings in the world and the other planes. The behavior they displayed in trying to prove themselves was nothing if not completely infuriating. It was like having mosquitoes flying about your head in circles all the time, largely harmless, but vastly annoying. The wizard had shed his formal robe for something more casual, since he was going to see Peppy, his familiar. He was dressed in a colorful purple and gold tabard with matching linen trousers, incredibly soft to the touch. He had magicked both into existence some years ago and put a binding spell upon them so that they would come when he so desired. The outfit complimented his short shorn red hair and green eyes, adding color to his otherwise pale flesh. One of the benefits of being a gifted magic user was the ability to alter his body to suit his purposes--decades ago he had gone from a frail book worm to a wide shouldered, lantern jawed man with muscle wrapped around his arms like tights cords, his stomach hard and lean, his eyes green eyes some how flinty and hard. He threw open the door to Peppy's chamber without knocking or any sort of warning, looking at the three foot fey he called his own. Peppy, the ingratiating nickname, come to me. How has master's favorite pet been today? 'S alright. Shit happens.
Thread: Oh how the bound wings flutter (DLS and Zombies Galore

Peppy Quickly fluttered over to master. Nuzzling into him adoringly, The favorite pet comment somehow really meant something. I spent all day missing you master, I need attention! She said with a giggle, her noble past forgotten long ago for sheer fawning and obedience. Pepita fluttered her wings anxiously, the translucent blue gossamer wings glittering in the sun that shone from the windows of the tower. She stared up at her master, begging him to play with her.
Thread: the corruption spreads ( Me and Lucki)

INTRODUCTION A newley added nun has found that her church is corrupt in every fashion. In her desperate excape from the head preist of the church she gets knocked out completely and tied up to two wooden steaks int he ground. In a holding cell just beow the church. She is waken by the sound of the choir singing above her. ...................................................................................................................
Thread: Into Darkness (Bloodkiss & LittleBitCheeky)

No one that looked into the window of the house on the corner of Glenister Road in Lewisham would have thought much of it. Perhaps its occupant was a costermonger, or an industrial clerk. It was decorated in typical Victorian pomposity, bearing the creature comforts of the middle class. No casual bypasser would think that the occupant of the house was a great hero of the empire, easily comparable to Lawrence or Havelock. But instead of fighting a Sikh or a mutineer, Thaddeus York fought the undead. The creatures that haunted the night and threatened the stability of the Christian democracy that was Britain. Thaddeus stood in the bathroom, shaving. His skill with blades while fighting the undead made him an excellent shaver, and his cheek was soon clean. He looked himself over in the mirror. The horrors he had witnessed at Balaklava five years ago had left him plenty of mental damages, but physically he was unscarred. He had just been twenty when he was sent to Crimea, and had been completely unprepared for what he would find. It was only by rejecting the notions of humanity after watching the slaughter of the Light Brigade that he opened his mind to the possibility that vampires were real, as his eyes themselves had shown him after that night in Mayfair. Once he had shaved and dressed, he headed into town. A horse drawn carriage was waiting for him several streets away. Tonight, he was travelling far into the middle of the city. His nemesis was on the move. If he discovered her whereabouts he could end her reign of terror before she killed again. She was one of the most powerful of her kind in the city, and had several vampires reporting to her. But he would destroy her, tonight.
Thread: Into Darkness (Bloodkiss & LittleBitCheeky)

Ariya LaCroix sat in her large, overstuffed velvet armchair, sipping a glass of wine. The fire in her hearth was dim, as she had no need for light. Her bright silver eyes were peircing and intelligent, framed by a face of ethereal beauty. She had waist-length red-gold hair, the color of sunset, and moon-pale skin that was without flaw. It had been so for centuries. She was the only ancient remaining, aside from her twin brother, Akyr. He had gone traveling several decades before, and decided to stay in Arabia. She and her twin were the first vampires, created when Ariya herself betrayed the Gods and brought upon her people a curse. Since then, they had been hunted, as if they were wild animals. She scoffed, shaking away the path her thoughts had taken. Anger seemed to be her only companion since Akyr's departure. A sigh escaped her thick, crimson-stained lips.
Thread: Into Darkness (Bloodkiss & LittleBitCheeky)

The carriage ride had not taken long. Or at least, it did not feel long. It had been dark for quite a while by the time Thaddeus reached Westminster, which was perfect as LaCroix would be most likely to leave the palatial mansion she was rumoured to reside in nearby. Even if she did not, it was only a matter of time until he found it. Vampires had a more archaic taste than the other inhabitants of the city, whose houses were very up to date for the 1860s. All it would take was some detective work. The opium den was dark and dingy as he entered, and the smell overpowered his nostrils. This was one of the establishments he was loathe to visit, but information was hard to come by and those under such strong influences were more likely to be vocal. He had never spoken to the proprietor, Madame Ling, before, but knew her from notoriety. Good evening, sir, she said warmly as he sought her out. Would you like to see our wares? I will refuse this time around, thank you. I am looking for something different. Many people near to here have gone missing. Ling's face dropped. What sort of establishment do you think I am running? My profits are fine, kidnapping is unnecessary. No, nothing like that, said Thaddeus quickly. I just seek information. Strange things you have observed. Well, Inspector...what was your name? I'm not an inspector, and it's York. Thaddeus York. My sister is among the persons missing. That is why I am interested, he lied. My apologies, said Ling with a sad smile. Well, there is something...
Thread: Into Darkness (Bloodkiss & LittleBitCheeky)

Ariya was not startled when the door to her chambers was sent banging open. She stood, her form small and curvaceous, so different from her stiff, commanding personality. What do you want, Darius? The young man chuckled, and a pair of young girls stumbled in behind him, obviously quite drunk. I've brought you a present, love. Ariya couldn't hide the look of disdain that rose to her usually-stoic face. Darius, I've told you countless times I don't want your gifts. And I am disgusted by the thought of receiving your love. He shrugged, taking the girls by the arms and turning to leave. More for me. Ariya glared, her quicksilver eyes full of hate. Darius, don't forget my laws. I am growing tired of you ignoring them. If you feed on another unwilling victim, or drain one past the point acceptable, I shall personally behead you. Darius seemed to find this amusing, and grinned toothily at her. I am serious, Darius. Very serious.