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Post by Jacomo Varis Dumont on Dec 13, 2009 14:35:07 GMT -7
His chalky lips turned up in a wistful smile as he moved to stand up top of the hill he had quickly climbed to come into view of the other two beings he had heard whispers from. He couldn’t help but smile, seeing as Leasollette was already present, though he could not place the other being, someone he had yet to be acquainted with, another one of Ikunna’s friends, family? The two seemed to stand strangely close for beings of the un-dead, they must have been family, he thought, siblings.
“Leasollette!” He waved, calling out to the girl in a deep tone of voice, one that carried upon the breeze quickly, cutting the distance between them faster than anything else could. He raced to stand before them, nothing more than a blur of colour as he cut across the grassy field, the long, green strands grabbing at his every move. He came to stand in front of them, stopping to stand there as if he hadn’t used an ounce of effort, even his hair stayed completely perfect, framing his face, as if the wind had no effect on it, even at that speed.
“I’m glad I’m not too late,” His deep monotone rang out in the night. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” He smiled, looking to Leasollette, even though he was resigned to the idea of bringing Ikunnaprinsess back, he had always been there for the young Piress, Leasollette.
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Post by Ebony Moon on Dec 13, 2009 17:34:15 GMT -7
As Kira moved to Ebony's side, she wrapped her arm around her younger sister's shoulders. There was concern for the girl as the death of their mother finally reached her. It was sad to know that not all of their siblings knew of their mothers passing but it didn't matter as Leasollette had a plan and they were close to making it happen. Kunna was coming home and there wasn't anything that anyone could do.
Looking up at Leasolette gently as she tapped upon her shoulder. Her voice was soft and slightly scared that Ebony felt bad. "I'm sorry Leas...I can feel her...I had to get to her because I can feel her in the ground. She moves even in her slumber. I didn't mean to scare you and I am sorry for that."
Suddenly there was a presence of a few that had joined them and Ebony instantly stood to protect her sisters. No one walks the halls in the school anymore but Kunna's children and her spirit. Who would have entered the school and ironically on a night that they were going to be bring back their mother. Tilting her head as her eyes rested upon Jacomo. Ebony hoped that this wouldn't be an unpleasant visit especially since they just borrowed a few scrolls of teleportation. Looking over at Leasollette as she spoke to Jacomo but spoke lightly. "Hello Jacomo...wait Leasollette...more are coming. I don't like it...especially this night with what we are about to do. Should I be on guard to protect us or do they feel friendly?"
Relaxing as Leasollette stood on her otherside, wrapping her arm around Ebony before Leasollette's head found her shoulder. Weaving her own arms around Leasollette and holding both of her sisters close to her as she embraced them both with the technical older sister in the middle. They were sisters, they were family, and who was older didn't matter...they were here together for one common purpose...they were getting their mother back and if Ebony had to fight off any that would oppose while Leasollette did what was needed to get Kunna, she would. A light smile drifted across her lips as she knew that they were so close to having Kunna back and everything would be right once again...or so she hoped.
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Kira Smalt-Drakonis
Mosquito
I am that terror in your chest...that flutter of pain... that moment of doubt.
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Post by Kira Smalt-Drakonis on Dec 18, 2009 15:46:39 GMT -7
Ebony’s arms fell upon slumped shoulders as she arrived. Keelala stood with her haunches raised as Jacomo appeared before them. A hand to the cat’s shoulder where the fur was prickled settled her down mostly, the being trapped within the feline’s body bristling at all the sudden attention the pair had been thrust into.
Kira’s once fierce eyes rise to look at the new man, Jacomo. Her brow furrows slightly at the unfamiliarness of the being, Keelala’s yellow orbs glimmering in the same questioning glance as Kira. The girl bites her lip and steps forward from er sister’s grasp.
“I want her back… sometime this millennia,” her lips spread in a force smile, trying to make the already thick air in the garden where Kunna rested lighter, if at all possible. “Please..” she added, subconsciously stepping back within her sisters’ range, feeling she needed the closeness and protection of them.
“Please…” the word barely came out in a whisper, her hands wrapping around her middle as she leaned against Ebony. Hoping, waiting, for her sire to return.
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Post by Leasollette Drakonis on Dec 20, 2009 11:58:33 GMT -7
Leasollette smiled warmly as Jacomo arrived and a small, "Thank you," was exchanged. She stepped carefully around the tomb stone as a pale bony hand grazed lightly over the top of the tomb stone, "Where to start..." Was mumbled beneath worried mismatched jade and electric blue hues.
She looked over her shoulder to stare off for a second's linger into the distance while the weighted question remained unresolved in her head. "Jacomo...' She asked in a passive, meek tone, 'How? How were you made to be able to stand before us now when at a time there had been a similar barrier between us and yourself as there is now with Kunna." She said with a swallowed pang of unushered agony.
Aristos was still somewhere on the school campus, and a vague, reminiscent tug was recalled when she opened the Doors for Kira. There was often nothing that could jerk out such a strong feeling unless it held sentimental value. Remembering the emptiness of the entrance to the school, Leasollette used a type of divination to search the campus for every inch.
With a slight tilt of her head to she bit her bottom lip, as she sent a telepathic message to her twin she asked him to fetch for everyone an important variable they'd carelessly over looked. ::: Aristos... bring us the letter in that mailbox. :::
While she sent her brother out on a task her eyes strayed on to each of her siblings faces before landing onto Jacomo's, she was awaiting his answer, he had been dead and risen from the grave, and Leasollette was more than a little lost for words and actions as to what she was to do next.
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Post by Aristos Drakonis on Dec 20, 2009 12:01:47 GMT -7
[OOC: most of my posts are going to be prewritten from here, so don't be shocked if you see my sister and I posting within 2 minutes of each other.]
Aristos looked over his shoulder as he'd wrenched out of the teleportation to transmigrate to the roof of the school. ::: What mail- ... oh, now that you mention it Ebony asked that I check the mail before we left. :::
The pyre slid of the top of the roof for a reunion featuring boots and the school's muddy front yard. He went to the mail box and pulled out a letter and with a furrowed brow, he read the return address out loud.
Aristos walked up the steep steps of the building and passed through the double door, passing through the walls till he was in the gardens, He followed the voices as they collaborated with each other in unregistered whispers.
He walked through another bush when he hit a series of shrubbery formed into a maze and took the quickest route to the gathering acquiring a few friendly branches of and vines of thorns as he passed through the shrubs from occasion.
His feet stopped him in front of the gathering, "You rang?" he echoed in an overly exagerated manner. Aristos placed the letter in his twin's hands as he'd made it to reunite with the others, "It's a letter from Pers."
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Post by Leasollette Drakonis on Dec 20, 2009 12:09:57 GMT -7
OOC: Please forgive the crap post ><;
Leasollette looked at the letter in her hands as obsidian nails fumbled with the sealing of the message within. As she opened the she read it out loud.
As she read the letter outloud her heart skipped frantically, though for certain she could not say it was for joy. Persephone missed her too. Leasollette bit her bottom lip as she held on to the paper with the scrolled words elegantly printed onto the paper. She looked to Jacomo with pleading eyes for help as to what she needed to do.
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Post by Persephone on Dec 22, 2009 12:56:47 GMT -7
A hand grasped the small woman, bringing her in close against her person as Koz wrapped his arm around her waist. He knew quite well what she was up to, and though she secretly thought he quite despised this method of travel she found it the quickest and the most efficient when one found time to be of the essence. Palm drew against precious pink tiers and a small breath was drawn then released upon a whisper of words too soft for even vampiric ears to decipher who knew not what the spell was that should be cast. A small flame began to burn in her palm, burning brightly with shades and hues of blue, before consuming the group and drawing them to the place the others stood.
Recovering with that grace for which she had ever been known, persephone stepped forward and forsook the embrace of her beloved husband and left back Kiia with a gentle squeeze of her hand. The girl would forgive her, she knew this, perhaps it would take time but she would. They needed to be here. Family belonged with one another and it was time to bring yet another of the family home. This had gone on far too long, and she knew the whispers of the Fates as they continued to caress her psyche.
A nod was cast to the one known as Leas to her, one of the few who had come to her with repetition, the one who had brought her the dolly which now resided upon her mantel. In time she would need return that to the young woman. "I see you have received my letter." It was not spoken in any form of distaste, though she knew with some certainty that the reason she had now come upon the reception of the letter was neglect to remember instructions.
"The Fates have spoken my loved grandchildren," she knew them each not by name, a fact that drew a pang of guilt to her heart though she would not tell them at this time. It was not her moment to do so. "it is time that my daughter, and your siress, returns to us.." It may cause a stirring, a rejoicing, or perhaps revolt. She knew not the entirety of the feelings of those gathered, however it needed be said. Progress was not to be shorted by the consideration of feelings in this matter. The time was at hand.
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Kira Smalt-Drakonis
Mosquito
I am that terror in your chest...that flutter of pain... that moment of doubt.
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Post by Kira Smalt-Drakonis on Dec 28, 2009 10:49:21 GMT -7
The appearance of the man, Jacomo, and their grandsiress, Persephone, sent a pang of… something through the bird like girl. A feeling of great loss and abandon. Aristos stood beside his twin and another pang of loss struck out at the young woman with the bird like posture. Her shoulders caved in on themselves as if she was protecting her wings as she slid down onto the ground, thinking about her mortal family she dragged into her immortal one. Kira’s slender palms slip up to her cheeks, burying they into her one fierce green orbs.
"The Fates have spoken my loved grandchildren, it is time that my daughter, and your siress, returns to us.." It was Persephone speaking. She had only seen the woman, never heard her speak. The words brought the girl’s pretty almond eyes back into the night to look at the woman she had merely heard of.
The Fates. She had heard of the women, mystical beings who knew the past, future, and present. Kira bites her lip and takes to her feet, borrowing confidence from Keelala beside her.
The girl was ready to have her mother back, quickly rather than later preferably.
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Post by Ebony Moon on Dec 30, 2009 18:36:05 GMT -7
She stood close to her sisters and smiled as she saw Aristos walk in and he had gotten the mail. Shaking her head lightly as she had mentioned it to him before they left to grab it but at least he had accomplished such a task. Listening to Leas as she read the letter. A sigh escaped her only for the feel of others to arrive. Looking up as she saw their grandmother, her companion and one other appear before them. The wise words left Persephone's lips and Ebony nodded her head slightly. She was right. Ebony stepped forward.
"Is there something you can do to help us with getting Momma back?"
((sorry for the shit post...the holidays have my brain boggled and I didn't want the thread to wait on me.))
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Post by Persephone on Dec 31, 2009 15:59:49 GMT -7
It was a fair question, was there anything she could do? What could she do? She was an Oracle after all, she was the one who should have the power to raise her childe from the dead if anyone. She felt the blood stir within her, connected with that of those around her, those who were her descendants though the line had been broken each remained tied still. The scent, it beckoned her to them, and she followed it, traced through the line, gathering unto herself a morsel from each. She knew it would take the collective call of all those who loved Kunna to bring her back. There had been a reason the woman had allowed body and soul to separate like this, had caused her body to remain in stasis beneath the ground. And she intended to give Kunna a reason to fight her way back. She, herself, knew that only due cause might give someone the strength to fight through the streaming river of souls to face the demons that wait beyond those shores and to journey back to those they loved and who loved them.
Reaching out psychic tendrils brushed across the River Styx, calling to the soul of the one she called daughter. Black inky fingers skimmed across the surface, dipping within to break it and give some poor unfortunate soul cause to rejoice, thinking that they had been rescued from the river of souls. Hands of the dead reached towards those tendrils, only to scream in anguish when they found there was no substantiality to them, only one of the blood, persephone's blood, could grasp such a thing. Closing upon Kunna's essence the the Tremiere matriarch returned her attention to the present, and where she stood with a single nod she answered Ebony's question.
"I believe so...which of you can tell me where she lay? I am afraid I am unaware of the outlay of this place...I see a garden...yet beyond that the mind is closed." A single black butterfly, the very selfsame one that had accompanied her from her most recent journey into the Shadow Realm and made its way into the waking world, stopped above her hand. Settling in stark contrast ebony of its elegant wings and form against the ivory cream flesh of the matriarch's hand.
"I'm coming for you my princessa..." she whispered through the link she knew still to exist to the woman, her eldest daughter. Gathering the strength of the Fates into herself, she felt her voice grow in strength, the power evident within it as she once more accessed that blood tie. "Ikkunaprinsessa Rhiannon Fae Drakonis Estebahn Tremiere, I call you to me, to us, as the one from whom your blood fountains. You will answer my call."
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Post by Kunna Drakonis on Jan 1, 2010 15:04:26 GMT -7
Death was a bittersweet gift. Silence amidst the cold dirt. Silence among the midnight clouds beneath the earth vast and deep. Silence within a tomb buried and embraced by the roots of lilies. And yet this silence was not silent at all. Voices clamored rapaciously against a psyche so indifferent to the noise. They begged, burdened, desired, fought and cried high above this bed of death. Sleeplessness found no harbor of contentment with this yearning body. But this was such of the physical aspect of a creature transcendent of the realm left behind. A physical body misshaped and disfigured by a demon laying in wait for freedom from a prison not of her own making.
Spiritual form though meandered through the cosmos of time, space, darkness and relief. Nothing limited the movement, mind, soul, heart, emotion. Sense had no reality and reality made perfect sense. Dreams were ignited into flames that warmed and caressed a tired heart. But even then the heart was less spiritual in the mind and more physical in the soul. But for a woman borne of the past, raised within the future, Kunna's mind allowed limits to form within the eyes so that they saw that which they desired the most. This was no heaven blessed to a mortal innocent, nor was it a hell forced upon the damned sinner. A purgatory not was it for a creature having just left it behind. No, this was the astral plane in which she'd chosen to reside. The kama-rupa, she'd become the vehicle for the unconscious or quasi-conscious in the kama-loka. The sevenfold entity. She'd yet to slough off the kama-rupa, failed to enter the devachanic condition. The sorcery of her past a lingering obstacle on her path of enlightenment.
There was the old castle, glistening beneath the sunlight and the planets that encircled her home. High above the towers there swooped large dragons of pearlescent colors. They breathed fire, she remembered. And their roar seemed breathtaking as it echoed off the nearby mountains. Vast was the land that was ruled by her parents. Lord and Lady Bataille. Their smiling faces as they rode those magnificent creatures high above brought comfort to the demon on the ground. Lady Lara's black wings outspread and beautiful as she'd always remembered. Even Primuscapere, her brother, had found himself a dragon suited to his tastes. Welcomed home like the returning prodigal child, years passed in her time there. Time was no consequence.
She and Androis married while the truth behind Villai's brutal rape of her youth came to light. He'd been tried and put into prison while the couple grew older and had their many children. She was now Ikunnaprinsess Viperidae and Queen in her mother's stead. Lord Buren Bataille had died years previous, the ruling of their home always left within the woman's hands. Lady Lara placed the crown upon her only daughter's head. Primuscapere stood proudly at his twin's side, at his right, Bettina his wife, stood plump with child and glowing. Kodak moments for Hallmark in a realm no human dared stray. They all grew old, all but Kunna, who's youth remained like a stain upon the dream. All was surreal and uncanny. Within a blink of an eye it was gone. A flash of nothing before the next slide show came into scrutiny.
Within the sunlight of her whispered mind, she saw those of her physical lineage playing beneath the trees. The childer she loved and adored, emotions no longer truly relevant within this place, all smiling and content as the heat warmed their skin. There, within the shade of the tree line sat her own sire, the mother of hearts, fanning herself with a leaf. A smile upon those crimson lips as persephone leaned forward in her chair and whispered for a daughter's ear alone while the laughter of the children grew louder.
Too loud for her to hear. The words faded into nothing. A crease of misunderstanding wrinkled that perfect brow as she stepped closer to the woman.
"What did you say?"
Whispered words once again. Barely audible above the giggling children. Kunna nearly wanted to tell them to quiet, but who would wish to interrupt the happiness of a child?
"Mum...I can't hear you..."
"I'm coming for you my princessa..." This time the words made it to her psyche and a look of confusion crossed that Drakonis expression.
"Ikkunaprinsessa Rhiannon Fae Drakonis Estebahn Tremiere, I call you to me, to us, as the one from whom your blood fountains. You will answer my call."
"I'm already here though, mum..." Why had she used her full name? There was a strong pull within the gut of her stomach. The pain grew to tremendous proportions. The sunlight of a dream shattered into a brilliant darkness that blinded ice blue hues, eating away at them until nothing but black pits remained in their wake. Knees kissed hard ground as a scream of astral agony ripped and tore through the folds of time and space and spirituality.
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The garden itself seemed calm and unmoving after those words echoed off the grave stone. It held a name spoken by only those that now stood within the confines of the garden. The only movement that answered back to that powerful calling was the wind through the trees. Surely the soul to which these hearts called heard the heart song strings strum a beautiful song?
Were one to listen though, they would hear the sounds of feral screams deep beneath the earth. Scratching at what could have been thick wood and soft velvet. And were one to watch patiently they might have seen the ground tremble and pop with the buds of flora erupting from their hallowed homes. Moments it took for these buds to burst into brilliant white lilies that shaped a perfect rectangle. Within the centers of these giant moon flowers were newborn butterflies still wet from their cacoons. They fluttered and shook to dry beneath the overhanging moon high above. These little black kisses slowly rose from their cradles to float above the gravestone.
Within the few moments of the summoning call, those tiny black butterflies dispersed into gray smoke that wisped and curled before them. Soon, the visage of the one they called forth became evident within that swirling fog.
"I answer you...mum."
Black empty pits where those warm eyes used to be, while black hair floated around her face like a halo. Her voice sounded tired, drained of energy.
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Post by Persephone on Jan 11, 2010 23:01:09 GMT -7
"I'm already here though, mum..." She felt rather than heard the reply, shaking her head she focused once more on the energy between the two, the deep embedded bond shared. She could feel it within her own form as the woman was pulled to surface, as she was drawn to their place of resting. She could hear the screams, though she knew not where they belonged, nor to whom they did.
Eyes widened in response to the white lillies bursting into bloom from the ground, black butterflies springing forth to take the form of her daughter. She felt in answer to them, the small black butterfly that had accompanied her ever since she had last departed the shadow realm resting upon her hand. The difference was stark, obsidian rose to empty wells in recognition. A warmth permeating the chill air between them.
"I answer you...mum."
"Welcome my childe. You have been well missed. The time has come for you to return home my daughter. It is well past the allotment you have been given to rest. It is time to return to your place. To your family." The words were spoken with firm command, there was no question here. The Fates had spoken, the time had come, and she would bring this to past.
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Kira Smalt-Drakonis
Mosquito
I am that terror in your chest...that flutter of pain... that moment of doubt.
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Post by Kira Smalt-Drakonis on Jan 27, 2010 16:16:57 GMT -7
The girl took a step forward, more out of instinct rather than plan. Her left foot moved a fraction closer, bringing her small bird like frame half a foot or so closer to the woman that was meant to be her mother. She felt her sister’s arms falling from her body but that meant nothing at the moment. The only thing that mattered to the Egyptian Vampire was the face of her mother, the woman’s embrace.
Now though, she stopped, her thoughts racing in a thousand different directions for her mother’s voice wasn’t hers… it sounded strange, odd… far away. The girl felt her hands tremble at her sides and her fierce green eyes turn to glazy orbs. Grandsiress was speaking but the words came jumbled and broken to the girl’s conscience. To your family. Those were the words that punctured the stupor that Kira felt clouding her mind at the sight of her mother. She bit her lip and brought her left foot back into her space, leaving a line in the wet grass, a squelch in the air that awaited Kunna’s answer to her mother.
Suddenly a bubble of excited air burst within her, trickling along her spine and into her very fingers. Each finger twitched in turn and soon her back gave a roll and her feet involuntarily sent her forward, coming almost even with Persephone. Her body shook with anticipation and every fiber in her being bristled at the closeness of the garden though the trees stood a while back and the clearing viewed the clear night sky. Kira almost shook out of her converses, her small form rising onto the very tips of her toes threatening to fall over. The bird in her took over though and she dropped back to her feet and her head snapped to look at Persephone, almost begging for the process to work so she could have her mother back. Whether she ended up being the same woman or not, Kira wanted her family back.
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Post by Kiia on Feb 6, 2010 20:09:40 GMT -7
Kiia had silently followed Pers' lead amongst their arrival, though the feeling of travel had left the girl slightly nauseated. She stumbled forward towards the School and glanced about with her glowered pale jaded hues. Past memories filtered their way through her cranium of all the things that she had done here. She grown from the experience, met many of old friends, and missed the feeling of walking in the beautiful garden near the back. They made their way to the small group, she sauntered along the swaying grass and few flowers that had popped out from the roots below. The trio soon came amongst the crowded and she appeared to be a sort of outcast, minus Jacomo. Everyone was family and had that blood tie to Kunna. The young 'piress had it so long ago...or, was it? Their last words were not exactly the best, but they both knew they loved each other with all their hearts and souls. The mark of the white moonflower was a sign of it, after all, a tattoo from her once beloved sire and friend. Now she felt the earth began to pulse beneath her shoes...was it her?
"Ikkunaprinsessa Rhiannon Fae Drakonis Estebahn Tremiere, I call you to me, to us, as the one from whom your blood fountains. You will answer my call."
The moments those words were spoke by Pers, Kiia covered her ears and winced as screams from below echoed loudly. It felt like her limbs were being torn off from the sensation, to fall apart like pieces of a puzzle. It went away just as suddenly as it had came as the beautiful lillies seemed to grow magically around this shape on the grassy plains. The trees rustled by the wind, the sky darkened even more, and the presence of Kunna became stronger with each passing second. After the wisps of smoke began to diminish, the girl stepped forward in awe as she saw her...yet, she looked different. The ice blue once in her round eyes were now rather dark and empty, but thankfully her hair was the natural midnight black. Her pale lips parted as her small strides continued past everyone, vision blurred everything out now expect the vampire that risen from the floor. Suddenly her voice found her as she inched closer to the woman, soft and barely audible.
"Kunna...it's me, Kiia. Are you in there somewhere?"
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Post by Kunna Drakonis on Feb 8, 2010 13:54:53 GMT -7
"Home. Family. These terms are endearing to those that have remained bound to me in spirit and blood. And yet...I feel lacking. Why?"
Onyx pits stared out at nothing. Muscles beneath her flesh though would only elaborate more that this empty figure now looked out upon the gathered crowd. Faces she recognized but could not name. Their auras drifted like a blazing fire around their bodies. Each person was taken in, studied and remembered. A slow process at best but the curiosity to such a disturbed spirit gave way beneath the pressure.
The creatures she'd taken as her own, friends bound to her by blood, previous lovers. All now mingling in the group now here to watch her arrival. But to look upon them now, a pain, enigmatic and vast in it's birth, filled the spirit. Kunna's head tilted back toward the night sky as a mighty cry erupted from her chest. These were not the people once loved and held. Half no longer carried her blood while the other...Quest...he was gone. The shade now inhabiting some unknown beast. Who were these people that basked in her presence that no longer could fathom what lingered upon her mind?
"Sire! What home!? What family remains? Who has not yet abandoned the sacred name Drakonis?!"
Silence as the trees swayed in the breeze. She who spoke was not yet completely the woman most had known before. This was the heart of Ikunnaprinsess, this was the speaker to such a gathered coup. The pale white face looked down once more after having gazed at the stars. Empty orbs now looked upon the summoner and the two that now stood closest.
"This is all I have left. I feel the remnants of those that are mine, but are they?"
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