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Post by Leasollette Drakonis on May 4, 2009 17:40:18 GMT -7
Damp, as it was also cold and dark, the young pyress diligently idled her time away in the confines of her secret chamber hidden by a closed off door from which only she possessed the key to; losing her self so completely as her progression of thoughts veered over and over toward the ensuing chaos that surrounded her, while through a recent string of events and a series of altercations in her sense of place and needs she was forced to reanalyze her situation. In the darkness, Leasollette found that the cannibalistic demon, the one who became fused to her upon her turning, was either unwanting or incapable of disturbing her. Inside this darkness Leasollette found her only sanctuary; her only guard from the monster who’d threatened to rear her face, the face of which shared a disturbing resemblance that was not unlike Leasollette’s own, every chance she got.
While thoughts ushered through her head, the room around her remained still and quiet. A lamp in the corner, unlit, had bore no light into the room for over a thousand decades, and was dusted over by soot and ash. The colors of the room had faded and the wallpaper---only barely remained intact on one of the walls; hidden by the collections of boxes and crates of which contained books of countless volumes. The room itself was a work of medieval masonry and the shutters that enclosed the only window were rotting, but none the less, kept in good condition for the age of them. Many aspects of the castle were in dear need of refinements, things needed to be replaced, and Leasollette had done a fairly good job of keeping things updated, most of the living quarters were refurbished and renovated so they were ready for living in, however, this part of the castle in particular was one of the many places the pyress just couldn’t bring herself to lift a finger for. The eerie atmosphere suffocated most who weren’t accustomed to the castle’s history. For Leas, living in such a dismal and dark site was just a natural way of life. On one side of the room a coffin laid neatly in the corner, cleaned and shinned to perfection and a few embellishments of embroidered silk and satin laces of intricate patterns draped sleekly over the top when not in use. Rarely had Leasollette found use for it, it was an old, old item she kept, for no real reason, either.
The tranquility however~ was interrupted. From the slight breeze that had blown peacefully from the crack of the closed shutter's frame, the constant breeze, had now stopped abruptly and there was zero light, not even a silver thread of which usually escaped from the outer-walls throw the cut in the wood paneling. With her attention turned the wall, Leasollette, walked out of her armchair and over to the shutters which she carefully opened so as to not rip the shutters from their hinges, or what remained of them as they were terribly rusted over countless rainfalls through out time. As the light poured in and illuminated the dark room Leasollette looked up to the monstrous creature, the creature she loved and had forged from the shadows herself. She found the two-story wolf poised majestically before her and with a quirk of her brow and a slightly dead-beat look wearing at her unusually expressionless face, Leasollette simply requested her beloved Chaos to leave her be. Though she loved the presence of her wolf, she was far from in the mood for company. The ebony creature with glowing vermilion and ivory eyes merely lowered his head to place something in the pyress' hands. Leasollette looked at the rolled up piece of paper and flipped it over to find it was in fact the City's News Paper...
"No." She shook her head and held the paper back out to the wolf, "Not now, I'm not in the mood to read about some specter's tragedy." Leasollette was tired of the City, really, but she wasn't about to let it stay the way it was. Her reason for being so locked up and quiet was understandable, however, during these miserable hours spent alone, she was in a little need for repairs of attitude. Not that she had problems being polite or proper. She just wasn't herself anymore and that, along with her will to change the City, was enough to make her head spin. She didn't want to read about the City's mishaps; she wanted to think about what she was going to do. How she was going to do it. It was all wrong. To her life wasn't here, home wasn't here, the City no longer seemed so welcoming with the loss of her mumma, and to Chaos, she was ready to turn around. But just as the creator was, Chaos was stubborn too; protesting by complaints of growls and hissing of demonic proportions which even made her, the princess of "freaks", shiver, had Leasollette turned around and in defeat staring her wolf in the eyes with a semi-bland, yet annoyed expression as she swiped the newspaper readily from his jaw and sat it down on the wooden 18th-Century European vanity, retreating back to her chair. She sat curled up in it her knees to her chest, her back to the window.
It was a few or so minutes before Leasollette finally figured that Chaos wasn't going to leave until she picked that paper up and read what was in it.
"Fine! You win!" the pyress half-grumbled half-yelled in her frustration. Leasollette got up and brushed the blood canticle courtdress she'd worn nearly a thousand times over---bought off from lip-service in their Dutchess De Sade II series of which the dress was now listed as a closeout. The pyress found that ancient candle that was mounted onto the wall and for the fist time in a few centuries lit it so that its light illuminated the room with a pale orange glow that brushed against the surface of the stone walls and brought some life into the room once more. Sinking back to her chair Leasollette thumbed restlessly through the pages of the paper, her thin translucent-ivory hands pulling the pages apart one after the other in a restless haze to be able to toss it aside, out of site and out of mind. The restlessness of her hands soon stopped and the room had become still with the exception of the flickering shadows that had been born of the candle flame to the side of her. In the newspaper she saw a name she only vaguely recognized, but her intuition and a sixth sense, long sense forgotten about, had told her "it was right." Sighing she looked to the window and noticed a missing Chaos; a small smile playing on her scarlet painted lips as she made note of his name.
Leasollette ripped the article from which she found his name from the rest of the paper, this was, after all, all she needed. With the article stripped and in her hands. She played with the Lacey bell sleeves and pulled them back while she to took out a quill pen and and a crystal ink container; setting down to begin her writing. She scribbled the letter on a thin old-notebook page left over from the Renaissance of which she excavated from one of the drawers; paper from one of the many notebooks the pyress rarely used. With the ink and quill Leasollette began to script words onto the fragile, yellow-aged paper and carefully wrote her will and thoughts on it for the time. Perhaps it was the eagerness to tell someone what she was thinking, perhaps it was just the fact she tended to slur the format of many other languages together when she wrote in cursive. But the letters appears slightly strained in nature, Leasollette was anxious and to be truthful, stressed. She tried to keep the letter as direct and minimal as possible.
The attached the article from which she ripped from the paper, the article from which the new 'Dumont family' was also featured, something to do with a zeroing she recalled from briefly glimpsing the story over, and sealed it in with the crest of her castle which had in it both a rose, dagger, raven, and a butterfly whose wings were ripped apart in the light of the moon that shined on it. It was a truely odd crest, but for now, Leasollette didn't have time to refine it and her ancestors, none of which she new or would ever remember, had used it no doubt much longer than she's been around to walk the world she's lived in... which even she didn't know the time-span of. The the fragile creatures of which the pyre adored and loved to watch as they fluttered across the air like they were dancing, the butterfly, was her own mark, and so she habitually signed her name in the fashion of which the letters formed a butterfly in their sharp and gothiquely styled lines.
Leasollette hadn't written a letter to someone in her entire unlife, sure, she wrote one letter on a lousy whim in a moment of confusion---but it was never to be put in place.With a slight unsure outlook of what to expect, Leasollette got up from her chair and and walked out to the other end of the room and in a corner occupied only by a cage, and a seemingly dozing Crow, Leasollette pulled a crimson ribbon out from her jet-black raven hair and pulled her precious crow out from her cage. She tied the ribbon around the scrolled letter and placed the other end of the ribbon in the creatures beak. Now, Leasollette would walked over to the window with her crow, a massive creature when compared to her petite& diminutive size, and with a smile on her face launched her precious bird into flight... the thing about Leasollette was that she needn't any words to tell her pets and other creatures alike what her will was... They knew her will and naturally followed it for the most part. At the departing back of her crow and the letter she carried Leasollette looked to her chair and sunk back into for yet another time.. A look of worry and... a new relief fixed to her sharp yet gentle features.
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Post by Aristos Drakonis on May 7, 2009 16:37:46 GMT -7
--- [ POSTED ON BEHALF OF Jacomo Varis Dumont] --- ~Jacomo looked ahead. The air lay still and heavy on the empty dirt road that ran through the small forest that surrounded the manor. The sky was a featureless black sheet of cloud that looked as if it wanted to rain but couldn’t quite work up the energy. Moonlight poured through the clouds to trace the road. It was cool and refreshing, but Jacomo still couldn’t wait to be home, surrounded by the things and people he loved. Fighting had that affect on a man, though it always got his blood pumping, he longed more and more to be with his family. Jacomo strode along side his steed, his arm wrapped in the leather that drove the animal. He eyed Saxon, and with his inexplicable lavender hues and, with a flick of his eyes, gestured to the wolf to run on ahead. Raoul followed, their feet beating a quick staccato rhythm against the jagged mixture of roots, rocks and leaves. Though uneven, they rode the earth as if she herself opened only the smoothest path before them. Like wasps from the hive, his wolves would never retreat; hard ground wasn’t going to keep them from stalking the wildlife. Jacomo laughed as he watched Saxon run circles around the younger wolf. He was quicker than Raoul, moving with the disturbing, sinuous speed of a scuttling insect. They were in their element and it showed in their wild excited eyes as they traced the scent of the local wildlife unfortunate enough to have crossed their path. But alas, it is the fate of nature. Some live, some die. Jacomo took this in deeply. Some live, some die… and some walk somewhere in-between. Neither living nor dead, yet walking through the motions of something similar to life, unable to find the answers as to why. It wasn’t long before he came to the Dumont manor, a place he was meant to now call home having sired once against under the man Ace. The horse was walked into the stable by one of the groundskeepers as Jacomo stood, undressing from his heavy clothing and setting it down on the step before entering. He wondered the halls a while, taking in the new beginnings, the place was nothing like his own manor. He soon came to stand at the door to his den and pushing the heavy iron and wood, he walked in, both the wolves dancing at his feet to race him to the open fire. It is hard to say what troubled Jacomo so much. He didn’t seem noticeably changed in any way. Except, perhaps, that he moved a little slower, and whatever small spark the night’s activity had lit behind his eyes was dimmer now. In fact, it could hardly be seen. In fact, it may have not been there at all. Jacomo sat in front of the fire and drank the blood mechanically, as if he were simply finding a place inside himself to keep it down. After the last sip he sat staring into nothing, not remembering what he had just consumed or what it tasted like. The fire snapped, making him blink and look around the room. He looked down at his hands, one curled inside the other, resting in his lap. After a moment, he lifted and spread them, as if warming them by the fire. They were graceful, with long, delicate fingers. He watched them intently, as if expecting them to do something on their own. Then he lowered them to his lap, one hand lightly cupping the other, and returned to watching the fire. Expressionless, motionless, he sat until there was nothing left but grey ash and dully-glowing coals. Jacomo soon found the energy to admire the stonework that had just been finish in the den along with the rest of the manor, though small touch ups here and there were still being made, Jacomo had really grown to like the place. He sat tolerantly; waiting for his sister to get home and come admire the finish room they would be able to hang out in along with their childer and any other family members that might wonder through. The room had no windows, nor any exits other than the large wooden entrance that led upstairs into the rest of the manor, and a small trapdoor hidden within the stone work that led out into the gardens, which only Jac had been able to figure out, having had a lot of input in the design stages of the building work. He admired the tall ceiling and its woodwork, following the pattern with his violet gaze before he found himself once again drawing zigzags across the stonework before fixing his gaze to the fireplace. He slowly traced the outline of his black, riding boots in the reflection of the glass, following the stripped line of his slacks up to the cherry red shirt he was wearing, drawing into a v-shape at the front, his collar popped, and long, with jet black hair falling down over his shoulders. Jac contemplated giving his sister a call by cell, but suddenly felt heavy as the feeling of fatigue washed over him. He lay back on the couch, resting his feet, crossed against one of the cushions. It had been a long time since he had slept, the nightmare of being buried still very alive in his thoughts, he sighed, wishing something, anything might take his mind off of things for a change. Attacking Scythian had helped; it was nice to do things with the family again. Heavy breathing sounded from the foot of the fireplace, that which could only belong to Raoul and Saxon, Jacomo’s pet wolves he had been training for two summers now to tag along with him on hunts. Something he intended to do with Adalynn if they could find the chance to sneak away one night with two or three of the horses. Jacomo’s own manor had become overgrown with neglect in his absence from the city, and he had decided to let it go, allowing his childer to run the place which he thought would be a great team building exercise for them. However, their was always one or two that would be stubborn, his eldest childe, Jaded, for instance, barely ever listened to a word he had to say, nor did she get on with many. Turning onto his front, Jac reflected on his time in the city, the thought of his childer bringing a sinful smile to his face, they had all grown up so much. He remember the day Eternalia had finally become fully powered, and the pride he felt having taken them both out to shop for weapons and attack their first targets. Yes it had defiantly been a struggle to get to where they were, but he had enjoyed every step of the way and felt honoured that the two of them had stuck by his side through the good times, and the trying moments every Pire within the city would faced at some point in time. Jacomo turned again, this time to look towards the wall above the fireplace, where he had planned to hang some paintings of his family members. He already had them set out on the desk, one of Ace, another of Airey and himself at the local tavern, and two or three old paintings the pictured some of his childer, siblings and other family members from the past. He would have to get onto Labyrinth about painting one of himself and Adalynn, that woman was so talented with a paintbrush and pen. Maybe he’d offer her some coin. As Jacomo stood up, Saxon awoke and stretched in front of the fireplace, disturbing Raoul. He cringed and made gentle hand signals, trying not to excite the animals, but rather encourage them to stay put. He paced lightly towards the desk and picked up the painting of Ace, a gentle smile making his lip curl upwards as his eyes scanned the face within the painting. “Thank you, Ace” Jacomo whispered. “For never giving up…” He turned to move towards the fireplace, stepping strategically around the animals to hang the first painting, adding a lot more character to the room. He liked things that way, clean and personalised, but not to the point that it intimidated people. Once the paintings were hung, Jacomo stood back admiring them from the back of the room, and he knew in that very moment, he was home… The piercing sound of a raven’s crow gained his attention as the black shadows flew into the room. He held his arm up and called the small animal. “What do you have for me, dear creature of the night?” He always spoke to animals respectfully, for one never knew if it was just another vampire in passing, taken on the form of one of Gods creatures. The bird landed quickly upon his forearm, holding its tiny foot out to him. Jacomo worked to untie the ribbon that bound the letter to the animal’s leg and sat down, tearing the paper pastel open to read it what had been written in the neatest handwriting and maybe the smallest he had ever seen. The words made his mouth dry and eyes narrow, the letter had been sent by Leasollette, someone Jacomo only knew as one of Ikunnaprinsess’ childer. Though the young Pire had not given him much information as to what she wanted or where he was able to meet with her, he knew exactly what she was planning. He looked around the room, not able to see what he was looking for. The bird sat at his shoulder, he knew the young Pire would won’t a reply, and so pulled a pen from his breast pocket to scratch wildly against the tainted scroll. -Dearest Leasollette, I Decline your invitation of assistance. Any Pire that choses death over our world deserves the respect and peace they wish for. To bring your Sire back would be a shameful task and many would look down on such. I spoke to your Sire before she chose her path, and though my memory is old I remember this. She wishes to stay where she is, you must move on with the strength her love has gifted you. Please reconsider your thoughts. Jacomo Varis Dumont- Jacomo ties the letter to the Ravens tiny leg and sent it on its way. As he was undressing for bed, the fire flared. The red light traced faint lines across his body, across his back and arms. All the scars were smooth and silver, streaking him like lightning, like lines of gentle remembering. The flare of flame revealed them all briefly, old wounds and new. The fire flickered and died. Sleep met him like a lover in an empty bed. He had no regrets. --- [ TO BE CONTINUED...] ---
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Post by Leasollette Drakonis on May 8, 2009 16:02:52 GMT -7
Leasollette shifted from her resting spot in the cell of the dungeon of which she'd locked her self in, staring openly into space whilst the silence pierced the atmosphere around her from which she took in. She stirred not a single bit the entire time upon waiting for her crow and also for the storm to pass. Now she would make way through the dungeon and back to the steel door. It was raining now and the thunder had done well to send the pyress fleeing for the sound barrier provided by the cramped winding of empty cells, only occupied by the long since dead inhabitants, underground which in it possessed an emptiness of light and sound from the above floors. Leasollette whimpered quietly as she pulled the latch up and cracked the door open. With a flash and a nerve-racking crack of thunder that shook the ground and pulsed through all floors of the castle Leasollette had bolted. Having pulled back the lever from the iron maiden to lower its painfully sharp spikes, the pyress curled up inside it in a vain attempt to hide from something that could not reach her. She despised thunder unlike anything else. But she loved the rain when it was a soft gentle down pour, nothing like it was now, one without the eyes of an immortal wouldn't be able to see a foot past himself. The pyress had nothing against the rain and she had danced in the rain a thousand times before, but to be in the presence of such violent storms, Leasollette just couldn't bare the sound of it.
A shift in the atmosphere caused the girl's heart to ache and she knew the reasons why. Despite this, she cared little to nothing at all about her motives being viewed as disdainful, for those who were ready to condemn her needed sorely to wise up and hold their tongue before a single utterance of condemnation ushered from the mouth; they knew her not and the ones who did would understand, perhaps they may not all approve, but they'd most definitely understand! Slowly drawing back the door of the iron maiden Leasollette's eyes had met the intense glowing vermilion orbs of its eyes and froze. It was always happening like this, the pyress had allowed herself to space out long enough to become a considerable hazard to her own well being. Her crow, beady eyed and ignorant of what was going on, tilted its head upon its perch atop the iron maiden's unstable lever. Leasollette flinched, a movement so slight that it would not have been registrable by human eyes and as a result the crow out-stretched her wings; the weight of which was removed from the lever had thrown it off balance as it launched back in place.
The pyress was now doing somersaults as the deadly, blood-thirsty daggers at the bottom of the iron maiden flew up. Leasollette wasn't perhaps the most graceful of beings when scared to her mind's wits, having got her foot stuck in between the blood-stained spikes, she tried to wrench her foot loose before upsetting a rapier and flail above her head when her back hit the wall after pulling herself free. A mask of mild annoyance and more over complete hysterics caused a trembling maniacal smile to play on the girl's lips as the point of the sword just barely missed her hand by only an inch and the flail of which was almost caught on the wrong end with her hands. Once out of her daze, her crow flew onto her shoulder and cawed softly in effort to gain her attention. Leasollette looked at the creature, mortification screaming from the look on her face as she raised a well groomed brow before laughing slightly the way one does after a near death experience, if one can even laugh at all, that is. Her laugh warmed up though at the thought of her own clumsiness and she could never be mad or upset for too long.
Leasollette carefully removed the ribbon from her friend's leg, throwing pieces of fresh raw meat from which blood oozed out of for her friend's service to her. Leasollette's hand was bloodied from the chunks of meant and thought little of licking her fingers clean before her face became contorted in repulsion. Rat's blood, bad blood. It was such a vile taste and feeling, and to be blunt, she could easily find things that tasted a heck of a lot better than blood. How her crow could live off such a vile substance was beyond her wildest imagination... which when let loose, creates monsters like the ones she has now, Chaos and her crow were the most normal of all her creatures that it seem to have made them the odd ones of her creations. Because they were somewhat vaguely normal. But her immortal little friend didn't seem to care as much as she did because it was food all the same to her. Leasollette shuddered at the site of the gruesome and ravenous creature picking and tearing the chunks of meet to shreds like a starved lion or tiger, sucking the pieces of flesh dry and then looking to her as if she wanted more.
Leasollette unwrapped the letter which she read as she wove the crimson silk ribbon back into her hair, it's small attribute giving her the childishness of a young Lolita and the haunting visage of a living doll. A living DEAD doll. The pyress narrowed her cat like eyes as her suspicions from earlier where confirmed as she read the letter. The feeling she received from within the atmosphere matched perfectly what she was reading and it disturbed her, how at the time of its writing and the time of its arrival she could feel the premonition of its message before even opening the letter. What it said was enough to make her cry. But not to be misunderstood, she wouldn't be crying over what it said, she could live with that and not shed a single tear, she would be crying because now she had to go there herself, in that bloody storm, of all things!
Leasollette bit her lips and called on her friend Chaos, he would be waiting for her when she made her way from then dungeon and passed over into the main corridor. Leasollette held tightly the doll from her mother, Cessa. Earlier her brother had been wicked enough to take it from her so when he wasn't looking she had took it back. She had no coat, cloak, or even an umbrella, all such possession of hers of the sort were left in her room back at the school. Startled by a crack of thunder once at least every other two minutes the pyress dashed to the front of the castle. With no light in the expanse of the enclosed rooms, light flashed from the Gothic foils and arches of grimly designed mosaics and stained glass of daggers, roses, butterflies, and ravens. All this is much more. It was a truly eerie site that would even send chills down a vampyre's spine. Having to rely on her instincts to navigate the space of the entrance hall she searched for the main doors leading outside. "Found it." She thought to herself. Opening the doors, Leasollette expected to be hit full front with a blast of water, but the immense creature, Chaos, he beloved wolf, stood in the way of the onslaught of hammering rainfall that poured mercilessly over the landscape. Leasollette extended a pale and fragile hand out to her wolf as he lowered his massive head so that she could stroke the sheen of black fur.
"Go on boy." She whispered in the meek voice she'd brought to the City when she was still unaccustomed to life within it, or unlife, rather. Chaos turned around and bolted for the front gates leaving his master to stand in the entrance while she stood there motionless for a great deal of time. With the flesh tearing rain beating her soft skin nearly raw Leasollette too, bolted after her wolf and attempted to catch up, the thunder that flashed illuminated the trail of blood that streamed out from the pyre's eyes which had replaced the salty water of tears. With her head low she slowed down as she met up with the giant wolf; she didn't know where she was gong but she hoped that where ever it was---it was dry and not ravaged by rain and thunder. The gates had opened on their own, forced back by the power of the rain. Leasollette took the queue that it was time to start heading out, Chaos being her guide to their destination. On a side thought, perhaps she should have brought her twin along, unlike her brother, Leasollette didn't have the ability of knowing where to find what ever she wished when she wished. So Chaos would be her guide.
Several hours had come to pass and the rain seemed to follow the duo all through out their journey, Leasollette was visibly shaken when she noticed the lightening hues of the clouds up ahead that were already beginning to glow with the warm colors of morning amongst the tints of ash-black and grey. Day was already threatening the night as it consumed the darkness just a little ways before them. Leasollette must have stopped to ask over 10 different humans for directions, hoping they would know of a place for her to stay. Human's couldn't see Chaos during the day, and his image was already fading from their site, about 6 out of the 10 humans were clueless as to where to find even an indoor bar, while the other four were conceited to push her out of their way in attempts to walk by her and out of the rain when they themselves carried umbrellas. After morning had approached to a closeness not safe for even the comfort of it, Leasollette was hurried by Chaos into a Forrest nearby. The ground was a slush of mud and was terrible walking through that it was enough to make the pyre's stomach turn. Her inattentiveness to an unusual decline down slope had left Leasollette to step carelessly into a marsh. Her carelessness landed her just scarcely comfort of not being troubled from being caked in muddy water fully. Grateful when Chaos had caught her by the collar before she had the chance to fall in past her waistline. The two-story wolf carried her to a secluded cave and dropped her by the entrance before she scurried in; he laid right in front of it, preventing any morning light from touching the young pyress as she took refuge in the darkness of its towering size and length.
For the entire day Leasollette spent more time crying senselessly over the thunder that irritated her so terribly as the rain still persisted; her luck was always rotten it seemed sometimes. She had backed up into the fur of her warm friend and curled up behind him when the frigidness seemed to become unbearable. While all the other pyres were no doubt getting a much needed rest she remained wide-eyed and awake with eyes blurred red by the trails of blood that flowed through them like small endless streams from her cat like eyes. It was sometime that had passed before the pyress felt Chaos shift upward and was turned around from the entrance, Leasollette could see that it was raining considerably lighter than it had been and was relieved that the thunder that she did hear was nothing like the terrible ear throbbing noise from last night and all through out that day until late noon, almost evening.
She praised the God of who she'd become damned by for possessing the nature of that which consumes the blood of the living for happening on a lake---not easily giving up her morals and beliefs. God or no God, she loved the one she knew and though she could never share quite the same relationship with that spirit she'd had in previous forms, it was this spirit that kept the vampyre the gentle girl she was. Leasollette found herself a horrendous site, made to clean her face of the blood and smeared makeup around her eyes and mouth while finding she could do nothing for her stockings and the skirt of her dress as the mud caked into it had shown no signs of relenting to the scrubbing of the material with water and it left her not.
Still soaked as the rain was still pouring down, the pyress was long since ready to throw in the towel. Leasollette had to push herself to continue where it was tempting to turn around and go back where there was the promise of warmth from a fire she could be starting in the sub-chamber of the entrance hall in the castle. She continued to follow Chaos to wherever he was taking her and by the time they'd reached the front of the woods she was out-right starved and tired. Having past of group of hunters earlier and what was like teasing a starved lion cub with a scrap of meat and then pulling it away, the pyress forced herself to ignore the humans and let them alone so that she may tread onward. With a trembling lip and an uncontrolled slight-shaking unknown to her until now and large doe eyes of dull green and blue hues Leasollette looked up at the grey, black and blue sky before catching wind of a building from the corner of her eye as she caught a glimpse of a manor at a distance. Leasollette calmly order Chaos to stay close by, yet to conceal himself from others who might be passing as she walked up a smooth pathway toward the manor she just found. Walking someways the pyress found distraction in a tree nearest the entrance of the Manor, it was all too tempting and with the night still young, and without any sleep for more than a few weeks now piled on top of the walk through that monstrous storm, sleep was all too easily submitted to as the pyress curled up by the trunk of the tree at the foot of the manor. Freezing as it comes and soaked to the bone Leasollette found herself caught in dreaming for a little while.
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Post by Leasollette Drakonis on Jun 29, 2009 17:37:55 GMT -7
--- [ POSTED ON BEHALF OF Jacomo Varis Dumont] --- Jacomo set his head down on the large stone table situated in the center of the main hall within his manor. He hadn’t heard back from the woman that had wrote to him, he didn’t know whether to take that as a good or a bad sign. The candles that lit the room were burning out one by one as the night slowly began to draw to a close, the dawn was only hours away now. Jac could hear the humans that lived two miles from his Manor waking the dogs to bring in the herd. He knew the birds would start soon and then he’d never get any work done.
Jacomo felt frustration as never before. The intensity of his features hardened as he tried to ignore his thoughts of Ikunna, the Pire that now lay dead and buried beneath a bed of flowers at the school he had once called his home, the place he was now barred from. He hadn’t even had the chance to morn his friend's loss, and now the people that put her to rest, wanted his help to bring her back. “Why me,” Jacomo hissed as he looked around the room, searching for some guidance. Only the dead eyes of figures in paintings stared back at him, answerless.
“This isn’t worth my time anymore,” Jac sighed aloud and felt as if he might slip between the cracks and disappear forever rather than think about his old friend and the troubles they had pulled through… just. He rose slowly from his chair and walked towards the front door, had he counted the steps, there would be seven, but each step felt like walking a mile in the wrong direction. “I should go see her,” he frowned and sucked his lower lip into his mouth as if that would stop his next action. However, they did not and he pushed the heavy doors of his manor open and walked out into the night.
His feet took him firstly to the stable, he walked as a human would, with exaggeratedly slow movements. Jac strode towards the black beast that rest in the stable, a unicorn that stood seventeen hands at the shoulder, black as the night and as graceful as the gods. The animal rose and came to his side, resting the velvet, soft fur of his nose against Jac’s ear. Jac pulled his hands up to rest them either side of the beasts face before slowly dragging them down the animals neck, “Hello old friend,” he whispered before fetching the leather saddle and bridle from the shelf. The animal sucked in as Jac did the cold girth up, “It’s not that bad,” he smiled, as he turned to stand in front of the animal and held the bridle up, the mystical creature staring straight at the silver bit, no doubt wondering how cold the thick piece of steel would feel between his teeth. “Come on,” Jac grinned, “We’ve gone through this a thousand times.” The animal was hesitant, but took the steel bit between his teeth as he was asked, Jac quickly pulling the leather bridle over his head and fastening the straps.
Jac climbed up onto the animals back with poise, before slipping the tips of his boots into the stirrups and resting them against the iron treads. “Come on old boy, there's still a few hours for us hunters to have some fun, lets go see Ikunna, shall we?” As if the animal understood Jac’s words, he stormed to life, turning a full circle before racing out the stable doors towards the iron gates that guarded the grounds.
Heavy ironclad shoes thundered against the ground tossing up small stones and leaves as the animal charged towards the gates that slowly began to sling open. That was when Jac knew. Not through sight, nor smell, but sound. He heard the small elegant breaths that were chased from the girl’s mouth as she slept. “Stand!” Jacomo called as he pulled back on the reins causing the animal to skid to a halt and bound to stand on his back legs, raising his front to the moonlit sky. Jac waited for the animal to calm himself before descending to walk over to where Leasollette lay sleeping under a tree. “ Lady Lea?” Jac smiled and leaned sown so that he was at eye level with the woman. “What are you doing here?” He questioned in a melodic tone. |
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Post by Ebony Moon on Jun 30, 2009 11:12:50 GMT -7
Ebony had woken early in the day...her husband not around once again but he was probably out and about within the city. Being married to a wereleopard, one had to get used to them just needing to take off for a good run in leopard form only to connect with the beautiful and amazing natural that everyone should be connected to but some how had gotten lost along the way as technology moved in. Today was a day that she wished that he hadn't taken off or had he even come home...she didn't even want to think about it at this time...she just needed him.
When Ebony woke there was a pull on her. A connection to her true sire that would never leave her. There were rumours that one rarely often found their true sire but when they did it was everlasting. Ikunnaprinsess Rhiannon Fae Drakonis was Ebony's true sire and every day she continued to mourn for her mother...it didn't matter that she had two parents that loved her very much with amazing family and wonderful grandparents...there was still a part of her no matter how happy she was that pulled and yearned for Kunna. Ebony had started having nightmares daily about her mother and about the strange comment she had made....Voices...her mother had come and appeared to her, telling her about voices and that they spoke of resurrection. Ebony had tried to ask further but Kunna couldn't tell her anymore and that worried Ebony. What was she supposed to do and what was there that she could do that would help her mother rest and enjoy the slumber that she had persistantly asked for? Ebony wasn't sure but she did know that her sister Leasollette might know what to do.
Ebony reached out with her mind and found it odd that she couldn't locate her sister. Made her wonder if she was up to something or if her other sides were about. She was able to connect to her but still not able to get a location. The feeling that Ebony was getting from here sister was odd and it made her question. Leasollette was up to something but what she didn't know and without being able to get a location on her, she couldn't go ask her questions. This made her wonder what she was really up to and this scared her because she hoped that it wasn't in connection with her mother's mention of the voices. She couldn't help but the notice that the timing of her mother's visit and her sister's chaoticness was eerie and almost went hand in hand. She shook it off as her next thought was to head over to the school which was also the Drakonis House to find her brother Aristos...if any one could find the Child of Chaos it would be her twin brother who was the Child of Disaster. Ebony was going to find out what was going on and hoped that it would fix the tearing feeling that she was having because when the the future was this cloudy....nothing was safe and many may rejoice while others may mourn and fight. Ebony...well if it was what she thought might be coming...she would be doing the rejoicing as well as the mourning and fighting.
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Post by Aristos Drakonis on Jun 30, 2009 11:13:40 GMT -7
Aristos walked the dismal streets of Raven Black City and soon found himself in need of a change of clothes where a fire hydrant exploded; his twin had left the city limits. This wasn't what he needed. Making a run for the school, apartment windows shattered themselves as fire and car alarms were set off. These were all short term effects should one of them leave the city they resided in, the long term effect could be found in the storm that slowly passing over the city. A few miles in front of him he would find the school and the insanity would stop. A crack of thunder lashed out and Aristos found a tree disintegrating in front of him. That was always nice to watch.
Drawing near the front gates of the school Aristos pushed open the bars and walked onto the school campus. Slowly the sounds of breaking class ceased and the storm was falling back slowly in the dark clouds of the sky. Aristos kicked off his soaked boots and left them by the door. He hung his trench which saved his shirt from becoming completely drenched on a tree near the front gate where it could dry off in the sun the next day. Opening the double door he proceeded to walking the halls of the school. He'd passed several teacher's office and tons of other rooms he hadn't quite taken the liberty of exploring yet. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out where his twin went. She no doubt took off to Jacomo's estate in a last minute after thought he wasn't informed about.
Searching for his room in the school he raised a sleeve to his face and sniffed the water that made the fabric cling to him like a second skin. A low hiss was emitted as his limb fell back to his side. "That might as well have been sewer water. Just brilliant." Aristos found the door to his room, though his inclination was to turn back around and walk away, he turned the door knob and pushed it open, now entering the room he'd hardly been in but twice his entire unlife. Finding his dresser he took out the clothes his twin had grabbed for him from the castle ages back and took advantage of the opportunity to change the clothes he had on.
After washing his hair and the sewer water smell off Aristos opened the door he entered from and back out in the hall. Grabbing a spare umbrella while he was at it and a leather trench Aristos headed back down the main hall and sat at the adjoining stair case while he waited for the the storm to disappear entirely. The worst case scenario would be he'd walk back outside and the storm would still be there. Waiting wasn't something he was good at, however months of waiting on his twin sister had given him the patience to sit out through the worst situations.
He would wait an hour before he headed back out. In the time that passed Aristos got up from the stairs and roamed around the school, unaware of anyone who might be lurking within its walls. Time would fly quicker than he'd expected it would and soon he found himself at the double doors again.
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Post by Ebony Moon on Jun 30, 2009 12:06:33 GMT -7
Ebony pulled up in front of the school. She hated that the weather was bad outside. She decided as she sat in her orange Porsche as the rain tapped upon her window, that she wasn't getting out of the car in this mess. She pulled the car around the side of the school and parked in the garage. Slipping out of the car with ease, she looked about her and listened. It was eerie and quiet. A sigh escaped her lips as she wished for the days where the school was full of joy and people. Now it was an empty shell the just held family and memories.
She walked through the halls of the school. The click clack of her 4 inch stilettos echoing through each hall and room. Ebony hated how empty the halls have become. She was a teacher of two and she wished for more. All the work that her mother and Nesmuth had put into the school almost seemed...wasteful. She knew that she would need to work on recruiting for the school as well as get everything organized but Ebony wasn't really sure if she was ready for that right now...maybe mourning her mother longer is what she needed and tend to her two students when they would come around and give her an update on their progress.
As she turned the corner, she hadn't realized that she was so caught up in her thoughts that she had walked through the whole first floor. A small sigh escaped Ebony as she truly realized how empty the school was...her siblings weren't even home. She had made her way to the foyer. Her eyes fell upon Ari as he stood in front of the double doors. She smiled and a sigh of relief had escaped her. Ebony quickly walked over to him and the click clack of her stilettos truly not making it the quietest of approaches. She wanted to give him a noogie or something, just to mess up his hair but instead she gave him a gentle hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Ari...I have been looking for you. I have this strange feel...I don't know what it is but it goes hand in hand with the unusual feeling that I am getting from Leas and the nightmares about Momma. Do you know what is going on?"
She stepped back a bit so she wasn't all up in his space. Ebony never wanted to crowd her family and she had a feeling that this was definitely not the time to crowd no matter how she was feeling. She tilted her head and crossed her arms in front of her as she looked upon her brother.
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Post by Persephone on Jun 30, 2009 13:38:41 GMT -7
A shudder, as she turned closer into her husband, whom she lay with in their bed. Cold, bone-chilling, ate right through her skin, which she tried to combat by moving closer to the light of her life instinctively. She'd grown accustom to relying upon the man who lay beside her, he was her protector, her heart, and her savior from herself. Weary eyes fluttered open, dancing over his familiar form. A form in which she felt safety and security, there was no fear of danger from him now. Comfort had replaced insecurity and she had given herself over to him fully. He was hers, just as surely as she was his wholly.
Yet, even in the confines of that king size bed, buried beneath unnecessary quilts, she felt the cold, and simply could not shake the dreams which had haunted her these past days of rest. Visions, unwanted, too telling, far too revealing of that which she desired...yet twisted. Twisted and corrupted. She was complete in most terms. She had her son, her beloved Linneh, she had her husband Koz...but she missed her daughter.
That empty hole in her being, surely as the woman rested, buried beneath that cold hard ground, her mother wept inwardly. She'd attempted to quell those emotions, knowing it had been what Kunna wished. She had pushed them far into the recesses of shadow and webs within her mind, hoping to forget and leave well enough alone. Her daughter's happiness should have been priority, not the echoing pangs of missing her.
It was selfish and persephone knew it. She'd shut out most of Kunna's childer, allowing them still to contact her if so desired, but she was not the welcoming warm grandsiress they had known when Kunna had walked the city streets. Each reminder her of the daughter she had lost, bringing forward the pains she fought so valiantly to stomp out by pure will. And in turn, she doubted they would even know her.
A letter was sent to each, perhaps an attempt at recompense. Perhaps to soothe that wearied soul the torment of disappointing her daughter. But regardless, it was sent and delivered.
I am sorry to have pushed you away. Please know it is not your doing, I have simply missed in great pain my daughter and your mum.
Your grandsiress eternal,
persephone
This night she had dreamed visions, that Kunna had returned, her childer in tow, and had rejected her. Had turned her away with the wrath of Hades himself, because she had not succored the woman's childer. She had left them to fare for themselves. Something she regretted though was not wisdom enough to rectify. It would be their choices to lead such feelings away or not had they surfaced.
It was with those haunted eyes of her daughter, darkened by death and burial, glaring into her own with accusations that persephone drifted once more into a tearful slumber, holding close to her husband.
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Post by Aristos Drakonis on Jun 30, 2009 14:05:57 GMT -7
Aristos turned his head in the direction of sound that pierced the silence of the school. With half relief half curiosity that was more like his sister than himself he greeted Ebony, while trying his best not to squirm in her hug. Some things he wondered if he'd ever get used to. Probably not. As he listened to his sister's question he half smirked, half sneered. "Yeah, I know where she is. She owes me a new set of clothes. I'm convinced I'll never get that smell out." With out another word left to say Aristos picked up the umbrella he'd dragged out of the closet and laid it to rest on his shoulder. "Sorry, but I don't think you'd like to follow unless you're fond of getting soaked and hit with glass."
With a shrug he pushed open the double doors. "She's at Jac's. She wrote him a letter the other day. Has anybody checked the mail here at all since then?" Aristos hinted the funeral in his words but wouldn't bring himself to vocally admit what was already truth. Turning he looked at his sister's apparel having noticed the stilettos earlier he gave Ebony a smirk before offering her one bit of advice,"If you want to follow I advise you wear something more suited for a wardrobe disaster. Because that's what's going to happen to those clothes and shoes of yours if you haven't any cover for them." With that Aristos pushed open the umbrella and waited from outside for his sister's reply.
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Post by Ebony Moon on Jun 30, 2009 15:45:49 GMT -7
A smile danced across her lips as he wiggled a bit in her arms. It was amusing when he hated the compassion that everyone knew that was Ebony and yet he still needed to adjust to it each time. She tilted her head as she listened to him. It was something that was amazing to her...how he could pretty much tell her that Leasollette and himself were up to something. She wasn't sure if she should be concerned that her little siblings where out scheming with him but she was for sure that she was going to tag along to make sure that they were okay. She looked down at her outfit and then her stilettos. Maybe she was out of place for an adventure that she was about to embark on but she was still her fashionable self. Then as he mentioned glass and getting wet, she started to think...well maybe it was better to change her clothes as she didn't want to ruin a $3K outfit and her $700 dollar shoes. Ebony looked back up at him."Okay fine...I will change but wait for me. Oh and I didn't check the mail yet..can you do that for me while I change?"She turned for the stairs and as she made her way up them it wasn't nearly fast enough for her. She blink when she was half way up and appeared in her room. Ebony ran to her closet. There was nothing there that she could wear. A low growl escaped her as she rushed to her dresser and started to pull out everything she owned. Throwing it over her shoulders as she looked for something she could wear. Then as every piece of clothing was out of her dresser, well almost every piece she looked at the bottom of the last drawer in her dresser. Perfect! She pulled out the black yoga pants, grabbed an orange razorback tank top, a black sports bra, and the white and black zipper hoodie. She moved to her closet and found her black and orange tennis shoes. She slipped them on her socked feet. She eyes grew in shock when she turned around and saw that her room looked like a tornado ran through it. She decided to leave a quick note to Xavior.
Xavior,
I'm sorry that you have to clean up such a mess. I was in a bit of a hurry as there is something that I have to do with my brother Aristos. If Daman comes home can you tell him to Succour to me because I have a feeling that he is going to need to be apart of this as well, however, warn him first that Jacomo has something to do with this other than the twins.
Ebony
She quickly ran out the door to her room and down the stairs. She looked at the banister when she wasn't even a third of the way down and hopped up on to the railing. Ebony slid down the banister and landed on her feet next to her brother. A smirk plastered across her face to see that he was still standing there. Good she had been quick enough. She motioned for the door."I do hope that this is good enough now. So you lead the way unless you want to take my car..."
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Post by Aristos Drakonis on Jun 30, 2009 16:46:10 GMT -7
Aristos held a rain coat with what appeared to be a spare change of clothes for three, while waiting he'd grabbed extra clothes because the trip they were going to take took them through woods, dirt, and more over, mud. Not the nicest of things to be caught in. He decided the spare clothes would be necessary when he recalled searching for his twin's location and found she'd fallen into a marsh. That's always fun. With an arch of his brow he smirked at Ebony's question. "Please. Why bother with the car when we can run there that much faster?" Aristos simply motioned his hand in front of him. "Ladies first. Besides. Walk behind me and you'll be worse off than I am."
Walking passed the front gates he moved downward the way from which he came, giving them a glimspe at what happens when the child of Balance leaves the city and become the childe of Chaos. Windows stood weary with the panes of galss scattered on the ground from when they'd shatter. The umbrella was pushed to the side of the pair when Aristos passed the fire hydrant which had exploded in front of him, rushing passed the now calmed down gush of water he'd didn't see the point in getting soaked again. A few car alarms had set off for yet a second time and enraged humans bursted out of their apartments to look for the theif that was trying to get into cars, only to find there had been none.
No doubt they must have thought that the broken windows were caused by stones. Aristos looked with an semi annoyed-bored exspression.Having to walk at a slow pace while a human remained in front of them. With the temptation there Aristos grinned at his sister, fangs baring in all having noticed the middle-aged man constantly looking back at them. Speaking at a tone loud enough for the man to hear Aristos took the time to poke some fun out of the human in front of him "See Ebony? This is why you don't let the humans watch late night horror films, they get so paranoid! Like a monster is going to creep up behind them and eat them. I swear human's these days" Sure enough the man had turned around and doing a double take ran off into the next building that had been the Omni bank. Having got a laugh out of the human's reaction he was now allowed to move at a faster pace. Cruel? Maybe, but it wasn't like he cared anyway.
Once past the wreck that looked as if a hurrican had just swept through town, Aristos turned a sharp corner quickly and the sound of the alarms died off. Aristos led his sister into one of the Alleyways the city had become notorious for amongst the humans so that there were minimum windows to break as he pasted them and less fire hydrants to erupt. He'd take the back routes where they were present and eventually landed them in entrance to the forest. With a grin on his face Aristos whistled for the monster he knew lurked in the woods awaiting his master... or in this case, Mistress', call. "We can stop here, Chaos can do the rest," was he is half-hearted/nonchalant reply.
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Post by Ebony Moon on Jul 13, 2009 10:07:18 GMT -7
Ebony smiled as she saw the spare clothes in his hand...this was apparently going to be a rather messy trip especially with the rain. She walked through the door and then waited for him. As much as he made it seem like it was better that she walked in front of him, she had to admit that she didn't have the slightest idea where she was going but that was only because she couldn't get a location on her sister. That still confused her but with the way that Ari was acting...well it would all be explained in due time, she just had to be patient.
As they made their way down the street, she couldn't help but smirk at the destruction that laid before them. Her siblings were something truly amazing but it always made you wonder what was going to happen next when the balance shifted between them. Ebony could no longer hold back the laughter that she was holding as she as the car alarms went off and the pathetic humans come racing out of the buildings. The littlest things excited them with joy, anger, and frustration sometimes and it was all amusing to her. Made her realize all the more why she would choose not to feed so she could just watch the shear stupidity of the human race just of the pure entertainment of it all. Reality was far better than reality television.
As their pace slowed because of the mangy human that walked slower than a snail, she looked to her brother just as he turned to her with a devious grin upon his face. Ebony smirked and nodded her head once and then looked back at the human that moseyed along before them. She listened to her brother and tried to stifle the cackle that was fighting to get out but sure enough the cackle had won when the human looked behind him only to turn a beautiful pale white and scurry into the Omni Bank. She wanted to follow after him but she would hunt him down later when he least expected it...make it a game since she had grown fond lately to toy with her food before feeding.
Ebony followed Aristos around the corner and let him lead the way through the twists and turns of the alleyways. It seemed like a maze to her but she didn't mind nor did she bother to keep track as to where they were. She didn't need to know as she could blink to a different location as well as use a scroll. Daman could find always with the Scrolls of Succour that she had left for him at the house. She always left him random items around the house but they had a way of finding him when he needed them since he always refused help. It was amusing to her...cast a spell on items that she knew he would need to appear just as he needed them...it was genius because he would use them since she "didn't" help him. Now he just needed to show up since she felt that what ever the twins were up to the rest of the family that could help them should be here. As they stopped at the entrance to the forest. Ebony looked over at Ari when he whistled and then as he spoke, she turned back to the forest while giving him a gentle nod and awaited for was to come.
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Post by Leasollette Drakonis on Jul 14, 2009 16:38:47 GMT -7
Leasollette was still. Silent. She hadn't moved but to lift her head and her eyes in Jac's direction. While asleep she'd spent the vast majority of her time trying to keep Shiyorume at bay. Perhaps wandering off with out her twin was a dumb move.
In the time that past Leasollette's hair had turned a dark gray---unusual to the normal raven. Looking up from her knees she looked at Jac with eyes that expressed fear, worry, and most of all confusion as her blue eye was slowly turning green to match the other. For luck's sake Leasollette would have to wait for Aristos to scout her out.
If there was one thing she didn't want was for Frosty to make an appearance before she could properly warn Jacomo of her. While snapping out of her haze from sleep, Leasollette's eyes remained a cross between teal and green; her hair had turned a dark silver before it stopped changing shades and she could stand up and look at a Jac, though, perhaps not in the eyes for she'd be looking up regardless of whether he'd be mounted onto that beautiful black unicorn of his to the expense of her size.
"I came here to see you." Was her soft spoken reply from under a downcast look and a whisper barely audible. The pyress looked up firmly this time and attempted to speak in a more clear tone, one not shushed by whisper. "Who else can I go to? I know not of a single soul other than yourself who can tell me how to bring back mummy. You will help me won't you?
Tears were threatening but she tried not to cry and slowly her hair had began darkening once more and her eyes were returning to their normal shade at a dreadfully slow pace. Leasollette turned her head toward the forest she'd entered through and with a look of mortification washing over her face, her eyes had widened. If it wasn't one thing it was another. Aristos was coming and he was bringing someone else with him. Though who she was unable to discern at that moment.
Leasollette stood still almost spooked. Something told her others would be coming. But she ignored that voice. Though Shiyorume was useful, she wasn't to be reckoned with lest you wish be that of death. Leasollette loathed how she was bound to Shiyoru. They could not separate from eachother with out killing the one who was locked inside. Often times Leasollette had wondered why when out, Shiyorume hadn't killed her. It was something that puzzled her more than it puzzled her to know how she became glued to such a moster in the first place.
While disregarding the presence of her twin drawing nearer and nearer Leasollette looked at Jac, noticing his attire with wide eyes of embarrassment and then of grief she look down at the ruined dress she was wearing. No doubt that fall in the marsh had been the down point of that Night.
Sighing, Leasollette then sat down by the tree and allowed Shiyorume one moment of partial freedom to aid her in removing the muck from her shoes. As her arms slowly turned a Sunkist gold her nails elongated into sharp, razor-like claws. Scraping the dirt from her shoes Leasollette would bid the dark one to concealment once more once they were clear of the dirt.
Standing back up again, she had thousand of questions running through through her mind when a noise, sharp as day echoed in her ears. The pyress' head snapped in the direction of the forest below them as her eyes grew wide. Her hair was jet black and her eyes the translucent shade of blue and green once more. She dreaded the moment her twin would pop up but now it seemed it'd arrive far too soon. Leasollette had finally discerned the tag along to have been Ebony.
She smiled faintly in sympathy. Forest muck and dirt and grime must have been greatly uncomfortable for Ebony to trudge through, having never taken her sister for the sort to be fond on things like camping.
"It would appear you have some other guests arriving. Jac, my twin and sister are here." Leasollette lifted a hand to show where a disturbance in the tree tops slithered in a distinct trail farther down the path. Birds fled fear struck out from the trees and into the rain where the slither of leaves rose from the bird's view of a mammoth creature's body. Chaos was crawling, heeding well Leasollette orders to remain concealed until he'd reached the end of the forest.
From there Leasollette saw that her, originally 2-story wolf had gotten, well, LARGER. From their stand point Leasollette and Jacomo could see the emergence of a jet black wolf peaking over the tops of the trees and when he sat down the birds fled once more as the earth began to tremor slightly under the giant wolf's weight. Leasollette half knocked off her feet laughed nervously as the thought of bringing Chaos to such a place had struck as going over the line.
For it only made sense now. Despite her intentions Chaos had been her first successful creature. Little had she noticed the change in size of the giant beast until she saw his head erected high above the tree tops. The fact dawned on pyress finally---that while attempting to create a full grown monster, she'd created the moster a baby. She didn't dare think of just how big Chaos was going to get, she hoped though, he wouldn't get much bigger than that. With her beloved wolf now in plain view Leasollette waited nervously for the two on the other end.
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Post by Leasollette Drakonis on Jul 19, 2009 15:50:38 GMT -7
OOC:
Due to the recent piles of work, my brother's time to work on Aristos' posts in this RP has been constricted considerably.
We're sorry for the inconvenience.
--- [ POSTED ON BEHALF OF Aristos Drakonis] ---
Aristos took a step back and required that Ebony might do the same. The ethereal creature had grown in size since he'd last seen it. With a command in a dead language the creature bowed his head. Given the size of him though, Aristos would take to the wings he rarely found use for to reach the top of the creatures head. Sliding down the neck of the monster Aristos found the massive collar his twin had made for the creature and grabbed hold of the ladder attached to the back of it and threw it over the side of resting wolf's body. "Alrighty Ebony, up you go!" Aristos laid out on the back of the massive creature whose fur stuck together like bird's feather stuck, providing a sort of solid ground to sit on that didn't nick you away in a dense jungle of fur. Fun. He waited to make sure his sister was safely on top of the wolf before he ordered Chaos to move forward; the last thing he needed was Ebony to fall off of Leas' monstrous familiar. That was one disaster he wasn't going to have glued to him. |
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Post by Ebony Moon on Jul 22, 2009 2:04:41 GMT -7
As the large wolf stepped out into view of them, she took a step back. The creature was huge and nothing that she had seen before...well at least in that size. It was an amazing. Ebony walked up and placed her hand upon the creature. The fur weaved through her fingers as she ran her hand over it. She smiled over at Aristos as he flew up to the top of the creature. She was about to levitate but he threw down a ladder so she decided that she would just climb up so he didn't feel like he threw it down for no reason. Taking each step careful not wanting to hurt the creature but also to keep her balance when it would move slightly. Once she was on top of the creature she set behind her brother. Ebony placed a hand upon his shoulder to let him know that she was there and then gripped upon the creatures fur to hold on tightly. She wasn't sure where they going or what she was in store for but she truly hoped that everything was okay but she was willing to help no matter what the issue maybe as she wanted her siblings to be safe and protected.
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