Thread: Flames of War and Passion (Razgriz x Ironic)

In the cold vacuum of space, deep within the heart of the universe, stood a galaxy with radiant beauty, casting its immense glow to all over. This galaxy was known to be Obrion, home to many of inhabitable planets, containing unique and advanced species in many spectrum's. Luimba was one of the planets that spun around endlessly in the gravity of Obrion, but other than the resplendent image it gave off, was home to one of the richest civilizations in the galaxy, having as much power and control they wished. Luimbian's is the correct name for the species that inhabit this rich globe, leaving passerby's with a great sense of rapturous joy. With illuminating long luscious hair that resembled a solar flare from their lively star, it wasn't hard to tell that a Luimbian was in your presence. Though the beauty was a bonus, their home also held vicious battles, claiming the lives of many throughout the years, and more to come. For every thrice years, the King and Queen of Luimba held tournament games, so to speak, that would last for three months to see who held the greatest power in the galaxy. Luand'r , Queen of Luimba and Myand'r , King of Luimba, had carried on the tradition to hold the Luimbian tournaments, where all species from the universe would come together on their home planet and celebrate life and death, all while granting power and a single wish to the strongest in the galaxy. This exact tournament has been taking place for thousands of years, giving jubilation to many respected winners. There came a time when Luand'r and Myand'r acknowledged the fact they they would indeed not live an immortal life, leaving them to face the option of bearing offspring in order for their civilization and tournaments to continue further on for more centuries to come. After countless of miscarriages and years of trying to have a young of their own, finally came the beautiful Princess... Koriand'r of Luimba. Nothing but love and nurturing was given to the young girl, teaching her from a very young age how to control and manipulate the powers she held. Luimba's held great power, including the ability of supersonic flight, survival in the vacuum of space, and supernatural strength, stamina, endurance, and durability. The only difference that the royal families had that the rest didn't was starbolt beams, eye blasts, waves, and bursts. Growing up, Kory was taught that one day when she turned the ripe age of twenty-one, she would have to marry the galaxies other most richest civilization, Ghashian. The King and Queen both had a child three years before Kory was brought into the galaxy - Prince Tresdin. Never before had the two met, but on a scheduled day, a week before the tournaments will begin, the two will unite in marriage, holding the greatest and richest power that will ever exist in the universe. In secrecy to herself, Kory was never one for the idea of marrying a man that she did not know, let alone all for the selfishness of holding an immense power that could easily get chaotic and disrupt the natural order of life itself. She knew that if her parents ever knew of her secret thoughts, she would be given a 360 degree turn on how she is use to being treated, casted out into the cold and looked down from many civilizations, even after being buried in her dark and cold grave. But she had to do it, sooner or later, regardless of the long term consequences... There she stood, as beautiful as heaven itself. Her long auburn hair fixed in spiral curls, her eyelids casting a light purple shade of eye shadow, and her lips painted with a hue of blood red, glistening as the light shone on it. A long and fluffed out white wedding dress fitting tightly against her small framed body, showing off her elegant curves and feminine figure. A long white wedding veil cascaded over her face, almost shielding her identity if the fabric wasn't so transparent. Holding a bouquet of a mixture of purple and white Peruvian lilies, obtained from the planet Earth, she stood in her room, her heart racing in her chest as she knew the minutes were ticking when she would walk down the isle. Luand'r stood in front of her daughter, smiling slightly as she moved a stray hair from her daughters face, her eyes shining brightly with a hue of neon green. You're a beautiful bride, dear. Searching in Kory's eyes, Lua shook her head, giggling for a moment at a fond memory. I remember when I was in this same spot about to marry your father, hands sweaty and heart racing. Looking up at the ceiling for a brief moment, she fixed her eyes back on her daughter. Prince Tresdin will be one happy and lucky man. Taking her right hand, she gripped Kory's left, giving it a strong grip of encouragement and excitement. But did Lua ever take into consideration what she was feeling? As Kory looked into her mother's own eyes, she wanted to tell her right then and there that she did not want to go through with this ordeal. She wasn't ready to be married, and she wasn't ready to settle down. Instead, she shook her head in agreement, trying to swallow the lump that was lodged in her throat, preventing her from responding. Maybe it was better off with no words to be said is response. The castle altar began to fill up, sounds of chattering and laughing filling the air, setting a good atmosphere for the occasion, but too bad this did not reassure Kory. For a moment she grew thankful for her veil, making it so her mother could not truly see her face twisted with fear and hurt. Instead, she faked a smile, trying to hold her composer. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad if she at least gave the man a chance with her, but she was dead set in her decision, even at a young age of hearing this information. Music began to lift up, echoing its melody and soothing sound against the castle walls. Lua looked out the door, seeing that everyone was getting in their proper places for the big scene. Happily, Lua took Kory into her arms and hugged her tightly in a warm embrace, stroking her hair softly one last time before departing, whispering the words 'I love you.' How ironic, because later on her mother would not feel love for her anymore, only disappointment and rage. Taking a deep breath, Kory peeked out of the door, seeing a long hallway that would lead her down the isle. She was too far away to depict the faces of anyone, but there stood a figure dressed in white There she knew that was the Prince she would soon marry, and her stomach instantly knotted up. Sweat beaded the top of her head, her quivering lower lip shaking so roughly that she was forced to bite it. Royal women began to make their way down the isle dressed in purple dressed, matching the shade of the flowers she equipped in her hand. Their hands coiled with their manly companion, each separating to their designated side as they finished walking down to the alter. Four woman and four men stood on each side, smiling brightly at the occasion. And then her music began... She felt as if she were about to hyperventilate, her breathing beginning to quicken in pace. Calm down, calm down! She muttered to herself with clenched teeth, forcing herself to walk forward, stepping out for the crowed to see. Heads turn as the beautiful Princess walked alone, seeing the faces of her parents sitting in the front row, smiling joyfully at their daughter. She felt as if she couldn't walk anymore, her muscles stiffened so much that she wanted to collapse before everyone, but she found a way to shake off that feeling, continuing to walk as she covered her fear in a thick paste of exaggerated glee. Scanning the crowed, she noticed the Ghashian species sitting along her kind, nodding and grinning at her, admiring her prepossessing beauty. Turning her glance ahead of her, there she finally could depict the facial features and form of the Prince. Indeed, he was handsome and well built, her eyes some what fascinated with him, but this was not enough for her to change her mind. After what seemed like a lifetime of walking that damned isle, finally she stood there, starring up at the man before her as he extended his left hand, raising a brow as an open invitation for her. You looked beautiful, my Princess. He muttered, showing his sparkling white teeth. Hesitantly with a shaking hand, she extended her right hand to be met with his, feeling him lift her up on the step to be faced with the Pastor . The music died down, and the rustling sounds of finding a comfortable position in the rough seats died down too, listening intently. Kory did not respond to him, but instead gave a quick smile, quickly looking away to avoid further eye contact. Dear family and friends, we are gathered here today in the sight of the union of Prince Tresdin and Princess Koriand'r in royalty marriage. He began to speak aloud, capturing everyone's attention and beginning the ceremony Kory dreaded. Words went into one ear and out the other, feeling as if she was in a daze... as if none of this was real. After he spoke briefly on the vows and their meaning, her turned his attention to Tresdin, clearing his throat before proceeding once more. Prince Tresdin, in taking Princess Koriand'r to be your wife, do you so promise to honor, to love, and to cherish her in sickness as in health, in poverty as in wealth, in hardship as in blessing, until death alone shall part you? I do. Tresdin said calmly without any hesitation, looking over at Kory as he grinned, but Kory refused to turn around and look at him, her eyes still staying straight ahead, unblinking. Princess Koriand'r, in taking Prince Tresdin to be your husband, do you so promise to honor, to love, and to cherish him in sickness as in health, in poverty as in wealth, in hardship as in blessing, until death alone shall part you? Oh no. This was her part. This is the part she has to commit herself to this stranger for the rest of her days! Her hands shook, making the flowers sway with the rhythm, pedals falling gently on the floor. Nothing but silence filled the air, making the crowed behind her whisper amongst once another, wondering what all of the hold up was. I.... She began to speak, the whispering instantly stopped, anticipation arising. Adrenaline coursed through her alien veins, her head turning to look at Prince Tresdin now. Her heart felt as if it was in her throat, about to come out of her mouth, but she swallowed hard, making that feeling wash away and replacing it with courage. I do not accept. She spoke firmly, glaring at Tresdin as if this was all of his fault. There she took her bouquet of lilies, throwing them on the ground before her. Everyone gasped in unison, shocked that Kory would even do such a negligent action. How could she? Traitor! Harlot! Idiot! The mean words consumed her ears, making her eyes search at each person shouting at her, their hands rising to the ceiling in exclamation. Lua and Mya quickly arose from their seat, their green eyes glowing, projecting their energy. With both of their face twisting in a snarl, the barked at her, showing their fierce teeth and exasperation. Kory! How could you! Do you know what you just did for your people and theirs?! Mya casted his hands over the unhappy crowed, portraying the cause of her actions. You will be punished! For once in her life, Kory's parents yelled at her, along with threatening her. Her eyes began to sting, feeling the wetness of her tears stroll down her cherry colored cheeks. Tresdin walked away before her parents came in, disappearing quickly showing no trace of his whereabouts. I sentence you to the Luimbian tournament as punishment! You will be sorry that you committed this act of crime. Shaking his head, almost looking sad for a moment, he looked up at the guards, pointing at his daughter. Shackle her up and put her in the cage in the cellar. Give her one meal a day and make her suffer. I will savor this. His voice was firm and assertive, not even giving Kory a second glance before him and his Queen walked away. You can't do this to me! She cried aloud as two guards gripped at her arms, her wrists being bounded together by steel shackles. Her tears continued to flow down her cheeks, dripping down on the floor underneath her. The guards carried her away, allowing her to try and wiggle away, knowing well that she couldn't. And off to the cellar she went until the day of the tournament... Yes... His Majesty will be quite pleased with this addition to the tournament. He should fare quite well and give us a great spectacle, especially against that Orac captured by Ph'neei and his men. Activate the transport beam and keep the cage as close to freezing as you can. If these vitals are accurate... Then we don't need that waking up anytime soon. Jhasper's hard boots echoed against the metallic floor, his hands placed firmly around his back as his men scattered to do his requests. Traveling at intense speeds, the ship continued its journey to head back to Luimba. When we get back home, we need to keep his confinement just as cold as it is now. He spoke aloud as he took a seat down on a chair, running his fingers against his short auburn hair. Looking out of the window, stars and galaxy's whizzed past him, creating almost an illusion is his green eyes, until the ship slowed down, approaching the familiar sight of his planet. Steady... He reassured the pilot of the ship, landing down smoothly on the grassy plains by the tournament arena. Be careful when you export him in the cellar, I don't want him to be waking up and burning this place up. Two men grabbed each end of the portable cage, beginning to walk of out of ship and entering into the castle, going down a short flight of stairs that lead them to the cold cellar, glancing as they passed Koriand'r's cellar, hear head hanging low as dirt covered her body, her glowing eyes shining against the darkness. Right beside her was an empty cage, the place where Khrelan would reside at for a night with below freezing temperatures. Opening up the cage that Khrelan was in, one of the men grabbed a hold of him underneath his arms, quickly taking him and tossing him against the metal bars, hearing the reverberating rattling sound filling the cold musky air. You two have fun in here. One of the men chuckled, the two exiting after they locked Khrelan's cage, closing the door that gave the cellar a small beam of light, now leaving behind darkness yet again. Peering over to the cage right beside her, Kory glanced at the unconscious Khrelan, wondering what his story was about and how he ended up here. She couldn't help but stare at the man being able to see in pitch darkness. His body looked... scorched, as if the men torched him and tried to burn him alive, but if that was the case, by the looks of his skin he would of died as soon as his body lit up in flames. Her heart felt heavy, knowing that someone has to bear the same amount of chaos and trouble that she had to go through, but she knew that she would later be fighting him, and therefore she needed to build up a hard outer shell, showing no emotion. After all, this eventful week made her already hard and brittle, leaving a sour taste in her mouth. The lack of nutrition and water left her weak, her body filling brittle and defenseless, but she knew that rest would be her best option, at least giving her a tad bit of strength for the following day. Sighing softly to herself, she rested her head on the cold brick wall, her back placed up against it, the cold sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes closed, hearing nothing but the sounds of the man and her own shallow breathing.