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 Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 10:57 pm
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Clarissa Rose
The brown haired princess looked out the window of the carriage, taking in all the sights around her. The message she had gotten the previous week about the gathering had surprised her, but not in a bad way. Now that that she was actually here, she couldn't stop a smile from spreading across her face. All the sights all the sounds... a small giggle escaped from her lips. "Alex!" She called up to her driver. "Isn't this amazing? It's so pretty here!" The driver smiled at Clarissa's enthusiasm. "Indeed it is, princess," he replied.
The princess, satisfied with the answer, continued staring out the window. "If only Marie were here to see this..." She mumbled. She sighed, shaking her head as she remembered her sister. Occasionally, she would mourn her sister, even years after the incident. She allowed herself to be upset for a few more moments, then snapped out of it. "Well there's nothing I can do about it," She said, a began smiling once more. The carriage finally stopped at the castle's steps, and Clara hopped out. She started walking up the palace steps, but hesitated when she saw two other royals. She hadn't met anybody from the other kingdoms before, and she was a little uncertain. |
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 12:04 am
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Illithia De'Vanu
Illithia could feel it, as she tossed and turned in her sleep, she felt the whip hit her as if it was happening to her unconscious body "no" she whispered in her sleep, her lips moving to let the words come from her trembling lips. Illithia tore at the blankets with her hands, kicking them off her sleeping body. Breaking out in a cold sweat as she dreamed.
Running though a forest, she couldn't stop running, she didn't know what she was running from...only that she needed to run, voices where in her head laughing at her, telling to to run faster. She felt the sting of a whip on her back as if it was real and Illithia ran even faster in her dreams. She ran until she found herself in a clearing, suddenly she was calm. Nothing was hurting her...and then she saw the tiny hut, made out of blue stones, she walked over to the tiny hut and peaked into the hut, inside where two tiny children playing with a set of blocks. Smiling Illithia watched until one of them picked up the blocks and started throwing them at the other. Illithia dashed inside the house and picked up the defenseless child and started running again. She ran out of the hut and back into the forest where she felt like she was being hunted. She ran until she fell. The child falling from her hands. Illithia tried to get up but her body was frozen. A lone figure came into view and picked up the child and walked over to Illithia a whip in her hand, Illithia lowered her head and just as the whip was about to come down on her she woke.
Gasping in terror she looked around to see she was still in her room. Sighing in freedom she got up, went to her closet and got on her blue dress, tieing her hair back and she looking into the mirror, the stones whispered in her ear 'beautiful' and Illithia smiled. Putting her hand to the wall the stones opened a path for her. Slowly she descended and when she exited she found herself just outside the royal gates. People where arriving. Gulping she was about to go greet one of them, the closest to her was a tall male. She got two steps behind him and was about to introduce herself when she saw a flash of pink hair, and she paled. Her eyes being drawn from the male in front of her to the women dressed in black lace. Illithia visibly froze, her shoulders shaking as she started hyperventilating 'why is she here' she thought as she took a step back, she stepped on a lone stick and pinwheeled backward, lucky enough to save herself from the humiliation of landing on her rear only to be rewarded with the humiliation of having her body crash into the male in front of her.
Her head ended up just between his shoulder blades, her arms wrapped around his torso...it was like she was giving him a big awkaward hug. She jerked her head up and was about to say something 'sorry, Im didn't mean to' came to mind, but just as she was about to say something she started Choking on her own words but she couldn't get the words passed her lips...her sister was here, why was she here. Illithia then moved back from the male, becoming paler and paler as she took another step and another back. Feeling the stick beneath her foot she avoided tripping this time. Her eyes jumped from one person to another, from the male to the three women to the castle to the city 'oh no' Illithia felt her muscles bunch up, her throat start to siege, the over whelming urge to vomit came over her...and she ran.
Taking refuge behind a tree Illithia hyperventilated her her hearts content, her knee's week as she flopped to the ground and flopped backward so she was laying down, taking shallow breaths until she felt her eyes start to focus on the leafs above her.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 6:59 am
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Draxus Versaw
The Vindictive Prince
"I do not expect to be forgiven for my crimes..."
Draxus started to walk up the steps when he felt someone bump into him from the side. His head turned slightly to see someone of his exact height staring in fear up the stairs. His eyes turned to look up and there was someone dressed in a rather revealing black lace dress. The design was a bit revealing, but Draxus would compliment the boldness nonetheless, it was rare for a royal woman to show such skin. His eyes shifted back to the girl who was starting to flee and then she turned and ran. He sighed and paused on the steps. His eyes shifted towards two other newcomers. One at the base of the steps, the other close to the carriages, covered in armor and dress. What a strange combination, how could she move effectively with all the clothing on underneath? Though Draxus couldn't say much seeing as he tore the earth away to be his protectorate at times. His eyes were very analytic of the situation, looking for any signs of threats. The killer instinct coming from the warrior was clear, but the other not so much. He decided neither were approachable without making it a slightly strange scene so instead he turned to look back up, his eyes drinking in the revealing royal.
His footfalls rang clear as he got closer, his hands in pockets as he climbed up one step after another nonchalantly. "You're rather loud. It must be exciting to return to your birthplace." His smile faded slowly. Something was off with this woman, something extremely off. Her aura bothered him, but he paid no heed to it as he continued to walk up. "Prince Draxus Versaw is my name. May I ask for the name of the beautiful and bold woman before me?" He heard the whisper on the wind, that was the queue that his daughter was being moved. He felt perfectly alright with this and nodded slightly seemingly to himself. Their escort went into the carriage, grabbed the waking girl and then disappeared, their being turning into that of a bird carrying a small snake as it flew around towards the garden and then, when it was out of sight, through an open window that Draxus had arranged previously with the royals of this castle. It was a risk worth taking and he knew that if anything appeared, Resala would be able to handle it.
"... However I will atone by killing my father and ascending the throne."
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 4:06 pm
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Isorette Vladyezku
Queen of Bellris
age 22
Feeling Content
Just arriving 'home'
Isorette turned her lethle body just slightly and looked at the Man that had quite a bit of guts to speak to her....she liked guts both in a man and out side of bodies. The thought made her chuckle slightly but then she shook her head "Oh yes, its an ecstatic experience" Isorette smiled "returning to a place that is so small yet holds all the power" Isorette looked up at the palace "a place where justice is corrupt and Corruption is power in the rawest form" she said, her eyes flashing with greed "And No, this is not my birth place. I was born in a cozy little bed across the city to a crazy women" she said and then shrugged "this is just a temporary holding place for my genius, nothing more then a disposable cocoon of my past and a shell that once held me back" Isorette said, but then shrugged "but not anymore, Like said...its in the past"
Isorette looked at Draxus and tipped her head to the side, a Prince, how unoriginal. Their where to many princess' and prince's for her taste, She thought their should be one ruler, but Isorette managed to make a small smile appear on her face "Queen Isorette Vladyezku of Bellris" she said and tilted her head to the side "You know, I think I remember you" she frowned "If it wasn't for the Strange eyes I would have dismissed you as just another boring royal child" she said as she grinned "I think My sister threw up on you and made you cry" Isorette said, though she could have been exaggerating things, especially the crying part but then again that we seven years ago, she could have been right "Your a Abraxon Dragon Boy aren't you?" Isorette asked, raising a perfectly shaped pink eye brow
You May call me A monster
I Known I am cruel
But I am still Queen
and I'm the one who Rules You.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 4:49 pm
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Draxus Versaw
The Vindictive Prince
"I do not expect to be forgiven for my crimes..."
Draxus kept a neutral face as Isorette spoke. "I have never left my kingdom until now. No other royal family has entered Abraxian territory in four years. Unless she came before my father was king and puked on me then, we have not met. I do not think a mere puke would be enough to make me cry, at any age. Not with how Abraxian's are raised." Military life since day one. Pick up a sword, learn to fight and kill, be beaten until you can learn how to fend off multiple attackers. Be killed if you are not strong enough. Continue your training even as you go to the fields. Be ambushed by comrades with sickles, paint the wheat red with blood so that it grows with a certain grueling flavor.
For him, it was helping to lead an army in a one week span of time, killing off at least seventy five men with his bare hands and then killing the previous prince in one on one combat, his father killing the previous king. It had been a bloody rebellion. "The mark on my forehead makes my birthplace clear enough I think Queen Isorette Vladyezku of Bellris." His head turned back to look at those that were still at the base and he called out. "We are all here for one reason! Do not leave the two of us to steal away the limelight and have you three hang in the shadows!" His voice was booming, considering his average height and body size, it was almost unrealistic at how thunderous it sounded. He waited to see who would respond and who would simply hang back, knowing his voice would still be echoing within the ears of some nearby, he had forgotten to control his voice, as he was not in a war scenario, nor at home where such things were acceptable, especially of a commanding officer and prince.
"... However I will atone by killing my father and ascending the throne."
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 9:30 pm
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"Having wings doesn't make you free..."
Vanlith rode the snow white horse for miles. He of course was on his way towards the Fifth Kingdom. They wanted all the royals in one place. Claiming peace, which would be nice for him really. The king was in his normal all white attire, the people he passed had to cover their eyes the sun making him a literal beacon of light for all. The only way anyone saw him pass was his two pure black blades that were strapped to his back. The swords were a drastic clash to what he wore. Vanlith liked the blades and liked what they stood for. His wearing black and white showed he had two sides. Vanlith could have taken a carriage and normally he would have, but lately he wanted freedom. That's all he could think about, which is ironic really. He was the King of Ethe, was ruler of most dragons and had the wings to fly.
Looking up away from the road he let his arm stretch out and his hand grasping for the sun. He sighed and shook his head pulling up the hood of his coat so that his hair wasn't flying everywhere. He had rode many miles and days, till at least he came to the Fifth Kingdom. Stopping his horse he stared at the castle. If peace was possible it was here, not in his kingdom or anyone else's. Taking a deep breath he rode forward till he reached the castle gates. The sun was still out and bright. The king noticed five royals stand out to him. Pulling back the hood of his coat Vanlith's hair flowed out and down stopping mid-way down his back. His eyes scanned the area quickly as the other nobles covered their eyes and looked away from him as he moved towards the castle steps.
Hearing one of the royals shout out he raised an eyebrow. "Rather loud for a noble, and as for that one..." He quietly thought as his eyes looked at Isorette, before looking around. Shaking his head Vanlith pulled his hair into a quick ponytail so that it was no longer flowing around him. As he ascended the steps he looked at Draxus and Isorette, before walking past them. Vanlith would meet everyone in due time. All of this was just another cage for him to be in.
"...I have wings and I'm trapped in a cage"
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 10:17 pm
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ᔕᖺᙓﬡᗩᓰᎩᗩ ᗩᔕᕈᖺᗢᕍᗴᒪ ᗷᙓᒪᒪᖇᓰᔕ
Gᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜɴs, ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ's ʙᴇɢᴜɴ, ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ sᴀɪɴᴛ, ᴏʀ ᴀ sɪɴɴᴇʀ?
Iғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ's ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇɴ I sʜᴀʟʟ ᴅɪᴇ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ.
Tʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ.
Wᴇʟʟ ʙᴀʙʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇ, ɪғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ, ᴀ sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ I ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ.
Sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴡɪɴ, ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ sɪɴ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇʀ.
..ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ Tᴏᴍ, ᴡɪʟʟ sɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ. Yᴇᴀʜ, ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴛɪʟʟ sᴀʏ I'ᴍ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ.
Tʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ.
Wᴇʟʟ ʙᴀʙʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇ, ɪғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ, ᴀ sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ I ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ.
Shenaiya smirked lightly when someone commented about her 'queen' being loud. "On the contrary your highness, I do plan on speaking. But my comment was much like your own. Seems my queen wants to wake the dead." She said as she walked up the stairs, while she was sure that she emitted DANGER, she was not a threat to anyone... Other than Isorette. The red haired woman continued up the stairs looking back. "The Princess of Bellris is at your service. Just don't let... My queen deter you from your original reason for being here." She said. The same sarcasm every time she considered Isorette her liege made Shenaiya cringe. She continued to head into the castle until she was near the throne room, they must have wanted them here for a reason right? As she waited she noticed the white wearing king that had gone by earlier. He wasn't so blinding this time.
Wʜᴇɴ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ғᴀʟʟs, Pᴀɪɴ ɪs ᴀʟʟ, Tʜᴇ Aɴɢᴇʟ ᴏғ Dᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ I ᴡɪʟʟ ғɪɢʜᴛ.
Tʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ʟᴏsᴛ, ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴠᴀɴɪsʜᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴅᴇʟɪɢʜᴛ.
Tʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ, ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀs ᴄᴏᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ɪs ᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ.
The Amethyst Pheonix, The Warrior Princess, Naiya is what I go by.
I'm the Princess of Bellris
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 11:27 pm
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Illithia De'Vanu
Illithia was shaking slightly as she slowly pulled herself up, taking deep breaths she said to herself "I am Sorel, I am sorel. I am confident, Wise, powerful" she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, immagening herself as she had been as Lyr and as Charlotte and as Sorel, She mad herself as Illithia fade until she could stand straight with the confidence of a true royal. Taking a deep breath and opening her blue eyes she smiled as she came out from behind her tree.
Illithia held herself with confidence as she lifted her dress just enough so the tips of her black shoes could be seen as she ascended the stairs up the the final step, and then she turned around, rolled her shoulders back and made eye contact with each of the Royals, First Draxus, then Vanlith, and then Clarissa. She didn't bother looking at Isorette, and Shenaiya had moved to fast for her to lock eyes with but none the less Illithia managed to Smile "Welcome." she said "It is an honor to see Abraxos, Zalto, Bellris and Ethe standing on the steps of our great city" she said, moving her arms out in a sweeping motion "I am Princess Illithia De'Vanu of The Fifth Kingdom, and it prides me to welcome you all here to this castle" she said, the shy girl that had bumped and tripped into Draxus had been replaced by a powerful royal "If all of you would care to Join me inside. My Parents have set up a welcome banquet in your honor, foods from each kingdom shall be present for each of you to taste and broaden your palates" Illithia said, bowing her head slightly, just enough for it to be considered a welcome nod.
Illithia then slowly turned on her heal and walked into the castle, her shoulder's had started to shake and she took the time that it took to walk to the throne room to stop the shaking. She looked at Shenaiya, the red haired women and smiled "Will you Join me and the rest of the Royal's in the banquet hall? Food has been prepared for all who have arrived from their long trips" she said politely to the women.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 11:46 pm
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ᔕᖺᙓﬡᗩᓰᎩᗩ ᗩᔕᕈᖺᗢᕍᗴᒪ ᗷᙓᒪᒪᖇᓰᔕ
Gᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜɴs, ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ's ʙᴇɢᴜɴ, ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ sᴀɪɴᴛ, ᴏʀ ᴀ sɪɴɴᴇʀ?
Iғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ's ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇɴ I sʜᴀʟʟ ᴅɪᴇ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ.
Tʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ.
Wᴇʟʟ ʙᴀʙʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇ, ɪғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ, ᴀ sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ I ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ.
Sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴡɪɴ, ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ sɪɴ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇʀ.
..ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ Tᴏᴍ, ᴡɪʟʟ sɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ. Yᴇᴀʜ, ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴛɪʟʟ sᴀʏ I'ᴍ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ.
Tʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ.
Wᴇʟʟ ʙᴀʙʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇ, ɪғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ, ᴀ sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ I ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ.
Shenaiya looked over as someone seemed to come down the hall. Noting the blue haired woman she listened as she was invited to a luncheon? Sounded pleasant. "Hmm. That sounds rather pleasant. I believe I will join you." She said giving her a genuine smile. When away from Isorette, Shenaiya was really rather sweet. But the deaths of her parents flooded her eyes whenever she saw the pink haired woman. Woman wasn't even the right term! The girl was a child. A brat. Someone who was just spoiled... She looked over at the blue haired woman and noticed a similar facial structure as the pink... "Might I ask your name miss?" She asked curiously. She wasn't sure she wanted to know.
Wʜᴇɴ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ғᴀʟʟs, Pᴀɪɴ ɪs ᴀʟʟ, Tʜᴇ Aɴɢᴇʟ ᴏғ Dᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ I ᴡɪʟʟ ғɪɢʜᴛ.
Tʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ʟᴏsᴛ, ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴠᴀɴɪsʜᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴅᴇʟɪɢʜᴛ.
Tʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ, ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀs ᴄᴏᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ɪs ᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ.
The Amethyst Pheonix, The Warrior Princess, Naiya is what I go by.
I'm the Princess of Bellris
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 11:59 pm
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Illithia De'Vanu
Illithia smiled "that's great, We have a lot of different types of food made from all of the kingdoms" Illithia said happily and was about to turn around and bring her to the banquet hall when she asked her question. Illithia tried not to flinch, she was use to that question...and she was also use to being avoided for every time after that question was asked, but none the less Illithia sighed "My name's Illithia De'Vanu" she said calmly as she looked at Shenaiya "High Princess of The Fifth kingdom...Second in line after the High Prince" she said softly. And then she smiled "well, we don't want the food getting cold, it would be such a waste, and if no ones going to eat it we mine as well start bringing it to the poor now instead of later" she said as she turned on her heal and started leading Shenaiya to the banquet hall.
Illithia's shoulders started shaking for but a moment, but channeling her inner Sorel she stopped the shaking and made it to the banquet hall, Opening the doors she turned and looked back at Shenaiya again "Sit wherever you like, or if not sit, stand." she said "Its really a free for all honestly, and whatever makes you more comfortable is best." she said, tilting her head slightly to the side as she smiled.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 12:03 am
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ᔕᖺᙓﬡᗩᓰᎩᗩ ᗩᔕᕈᖺᗢᕍᗴᒪ ᗷᙓᒪᒪᖇᓰᔕ
Gᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜɴs, ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ's ʙᴇɢᴜɴ, ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ sᴀɪɴᴛ, ᴏʀ ᴀ sɪɴɴᴇʀ?
Iғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ's ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇɴ I sʜᴀʟʟ ᴅɪᴇ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ.
Tʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ.
Wᴇʟʟ ʙᴀʙʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇ, ɪғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ, ᴀ sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ I ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ.
Sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴡɪɴ, ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ sɪɴ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇʀ.
..ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ Tᴏᴍ, ᴡɪʟʟ sɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ. Yᴇᴀʜ, ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴛɪʟʟ sᴀʏ I'ᴍ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ.
Tʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ.
Wᴇʟʟ ʙᴀʙʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇ, ɪғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ, ᴀ sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ I ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ.
Shenaiya recognized that last name. And knew where as she mentioned being high princess. She bowed her head slightly. "It is a pleasure to meet you, your highness. I'm Princess Shenaiya Bellris." She said as she followed the high princess. She almost said she was the queen's toy... She couldn't let others know that she let that wretch use her that way. Couldn't do it. When they were at the banquet hall Shenaiya turned to her. "Will you not be joining? I would love to talk to you more." She aske curiously. Inviting even. She wouldn't mind if they even took the food to those outside the comforts of the higher class.
Wʜᴇɴ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ғᴀʟʟs, Pᴀɪɴ ɪs ᴀʟʟ, Tʜᴇ Aɴɢᴇʟ ᴏғ Dᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ I ᴡɪʟʟ ғɪɢʜᴛ.
Tʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ʟᴏsᴛ, ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴠᴀɴɪsʜᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴅᴇʟɪɢʜᴛ.
Tʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ, ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀs ᴄᴏᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ɪs ᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ.
The Amethyst Pheonix, The Warrior Princess, Naiya is what I go by.
I'm the Princess of Bellris
I'm wearing a Dark blue silk dress underneath light armor. |
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 12:09 am
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Illithia De'Vanu
Illithia's eyes went wide when she was invited, she had never been invited to join anyone...and she felt her face break out into a smile "I'd love to" she said happily as she walked into the room, looking at all the food, Illithia's stomach growled as if she hadn't eaten in days, the growl echoing off the walls of the room as she went to a plate and picked it up. Illithia started putting food on her plate, to the dismay of the servants. Illithia put a lot of fruit on her plate, melon, berries, peaches, pears, and some meat veel and cheese, and a tart or two.
Giggling slightly like a young girl it was only then she remembered she was in company and Illithia blushed brightly "sorry." she said, squirming slightly "Im not use to being around people" she said as she looked at her plate, stacked with different foods. Illithia could feel her stomach start to tighten up at the thought of putting some of it back, and she started to put some of it back when she remembered it was bad manners to do so. So instead Illithia kept it on her plate. "Do you have a place you want to eat? or do you wish to stay in here?" she said.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 12:50 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 4:25 am
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" Some say greed creates tyrants.
Others say it creates villains. "
- Lazarus D'Vanu - The Ashen Monster
Lazarus released a soft sigh as he took a moment to pause at the window, the radiance from the sun blinding him for a moment before his eyes adjusted. He had gotten ready far later than he wished to. It was a shame, considering the fact that the day was actually somewhat eventful. The male’s ocean gaze moved to floor, where he could see a glimpse of bones out of the corner of his eye. They were the remains of a servant that he faintly remembered draining the life from just that morning. It was quite a sad attempt on his life. Quite frankly, the only real reason that Lazarus ended him was because of how insulting the attempt was. Lazarus gazed at the bones. The fool tried to strangle him. The contact was all he needed to drain the life out of him. He preferred it that way, considering that he could actually use that energy. When he used his other ability, they simply withered. It was a waste.
The brunette peered up as he heard a knock on the door before it creaked open. ”High Prince Lazarus th-“ The woman stopped as her eyes rounded the remains on the floor. Her gaze widened in horror as she seemed to fight the urge to scream. The appeared to have been there for months, when in reality, they had only been there for hours. Lazarus simply smiled at the woman as if that was an everyday occurrence. ”Ah yes, you must be one of the new servants. Ensria, was it?” Lazarus simply approached the door, his boots stepping toward the servant girl. ”You were meaning to tell me that the royalty has arrived, correct?” The girl avoided eye contact before nodding slowly. ”I-I” She stumbled upon her words, her gaze seeming stuck on the pile of bones. Lazarus turned to it before walking past her. ”Oh yes, about that mess lining the floor, can you have someone clean it please? I’m afraid it’s terribly morbid.” The brunette walked down the corridors after stating his request, where he eventually made it to the dining hall after following the scent of the feast, his stomach growling. Lazarus opened the large doors and saw a group of familiar faces in the room, along with servants who began to whisper of the morning’s…incident the moment he entered the room. With an icy glare, they stopped and Lazarus turned his attention to the guests. Two he had seen almost always, so he was familiar with them, but the other was new to him. “Hello, King Vanlith of Ethe. I see that your blades are still as magnificent as I recall.” Lazarus then turned his attention to the other two to greet them. ”Good afternoon, Illithia. I trust that your morning was well?” The male asked before setting his gaze on the red-head, unfamiliar with her. ”Might I ask your name?”Lazarus asked, curious as to who she was, as well as all of the other royals that he had yet to see.
" But in the grand scheme of things,
It only creates a monstrosity. "
(( OOC: ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 6:55 am
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Draxus Versaw
The Vindictive Prince
"I do not expect to be forgiven for my crimes..."
Draxus faded into the background, his training as a trained killer taking into affect. All of these people were his targets, not one for the kill, but one for manipulation. 'Seems Bellris is a bit chaotic right now. That is good, toy with both and then raise one above the other and we have a shadow Queen there. The others will need further observation.' He made his way up the steps and heard of a banquet that was ready for them. Once more a silent shadow lurking in the background Draxus could only smile as he felt he was gaining knowledge that others did not want to give. This was too easy.
Once they entered the room again, Draxus made himself known once more, sitting down next to Vanlith. "My good sir, I do not think we have met before. I am Prince Draxus of Abraxos, may I ask for your name in turn?" His gold and silver eyes glinted in the light of the sun that came from the windows reflecting off of them slightly to make them glitter like the metals that they were colored after. The black circle that covered the greater top of his head evident, and his hair was cut slightly to give a slight emphasis to the fact that the circle that marked him as an Abraxian was on his forehead. He felt immense pride for being a part of that culture, and he was more than willing to show what nationality he was freely.
The other royals had already started to make small chatter, and Draxus was glad at such things, if he could get others to be friends, secrets would be oft heard from the lips of anyone he was close by to, whether they realized he was there or not. The Fifth Kingdom was dangerous, and politics were what made you survive to receive the throne.
"... However I will atone by killing my father and ascending the throne."
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