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Post by †Arisen† on Nov 7, 2008 19:48:35 GMT -5
Fey stumbled blindy through the halls, running her hand along the wall. She whined quietly. She couldn't even hope to find her way back alone. She'd already ened up at the the door more than once.
"Justin..." She whimpered before sitting on the cold stone,and drawing her knees up, "Where are you?"
She wrapped her arms around her knees and rested her forhead on her arms and started crying quietly.
(Sorry its terrible. ><)
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Post by Silver on Nov 8, 2008 13:57:46 GMT -5
The guards did not make a sound as their booted feet marched in rhythm down the stone corridor. Their eyes never strayed from the area before them; they were not hunting tonight, instead they knew where their prey was. They could hear the sobbing.
Their commander raised his hand in silent instruction as they approached a corner. The sound was obviously from around the bend. He motioned half of his contingent to double back, in order to come up the opposite end of the next corridor. They would have no escapes.
The King had commanded them to obtain the she-wolf, pending a trial. They were the imperial castle guard - their livelihoods consisted of protecting the grounds and the inhabitants within; fetching an errant servant was not uncommon, but to capture a shifter had not been done in recent years. As trainees of Shadow, they all knew the coiled strength a shifter could have, so all precautions had been taken. Including a few semi-automatics loaded with silver.
They waited until the corridor was completely blocked before advancing.
"Fayverent, you are under arresting, pending charges of treason."
OOC: Meh, its a start. We can build this up.
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Post by †Arisen† on Nov 10, 2008 11:53:28 GMT -5
(I've decided. The baby alive toys scare me. ><)
Fay lifted her head, her eyes growing wide.
"Impossible...." She muttered, standing. It was hard to believe that they could find her so easily down here without getting lost as she had with Justin. Besides the fact that she'd been crying, it was hard to believe she was found so easily.
She whined and pressed her back against the wall behind her, listening. She could hear them on both sides of her but....
There was a small opening across the hall. Fay whimpered before stepping toward it slowly, carefully, trying not to upset the guards, who could easily take her down if they so wished.
She whined again before crouching and sitting by the hole. If she was luck, she could get out through it. If not... the gaurds would have her in seconds.
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Post by Silver on Nov 13, 2008 20:43:02 GMT -5
The guards did not advance at her movement, merely continuing to gaze at her with their stoic expressions. All stood at attention, their hands clasped in front of them, awaiting their orders. The hall was still, despite the more than thirty men gathered there. Their guns remained in their hip holsters, the leather safety latch still snapped closed.
The labyrinth of stone tunnels beneath the castle may be untravelled by the guests, and even many of the residents, of Crimson Moon, but the guards had to be well versed in every possible area of the castle; if they were under attack they did not want their defeat to be the result of getting lost in their own home. Instead, they had mapped and studied the tunnels for centuries, until all their soldiers, from the lowest Private to the knowledgeable Captain could walk these halls blindfolded.
"The King has commanded your arrest. We do not wish to harm you. If you will kindly stand and cooperate, we will not even have to confine your hands." He held out a hand, intending to help her up. "You do have the right to a trial, and proper representation. The King said he is willing to consider as one of his subjects, and as such will not prosecute without a defense." He leaned a little closer to her. "If you will accompany us."
Civility was not their normal routine, but diplomacy may be the better part of valour in this instance; he did nt want her to shift and cause a hunt. Although it would be most amusing, it would take time and effort from the regular, rigorous, routine of the castle, taking his men away from their posts, and turning the grounds into mayhem.
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Post by †Arisen† on Nov 17, 2008 23:19:31 GMT -5
Fayverent slowly grabbed his hand and stood, "Why...? Why am I being arrested? I haven't done anything...."
She whined and crossed her arms over her chest, "Wheres Justin? What have you done with him?"
She started to back up slowly, whimpering.
"Whats really going on? The king wouldn't care about what I'm doing. I'm going to leave town anyway."
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Post by Silver on Jan 13, 2009 13:13:13 GMT -5
The guard paused at this comment. "Leaving, eh?" He looked around them, noting the dark, empty stone halls. "This look like the city gates to you?" He shook his head with a smile. "Doubt it, young wolfling. Wouldn't be sitting here in the dark if you were intending ti leave so quickly. The King wants words with you." With that open remark he began to lead her away, the entire contingent seamlessly striding in behind them.
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Justin growled in frustration as the bedroom door opened. Aidriana waltzed in, her court gown whispering behind her as she strolled up to the bedside.
"Alright, my wolf, time we see if we can fix your problems." She began to murmur to herself and unlock the chains that bound him.
He had gone still at her words.
"What?"
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Post by †Arisen† on Jan 13, 2009 21:49:52 GMT -5
Fayverent whined, following quietly. He head was spinning. She wanted to flee, to escape. But there were so many of them...
Too many to get out without being hurt.
Then she remembered pharen. He'd be down here, wouldn't he? He could help her.
... Couldn't he?
She closed her eyes and exhaled softly, letting her mind clear.
Now, she just had to find out how to find Pharen. If she could.
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Post by Silver on Feb 18, 2009 22:27:00 GMT -5
The shackles snapped off and dissipated into mist from around his wrists and ankles. He didn't move at first, her words rolling around in his mind.
What did she mean?
He sat up slowly, rubbing his wrists gingerly. "Come again?"
Aidriana was busy rearranging the way her hair fell from its complicated coif using the tarnished mirror in the corner. "Hmm?"
"What the hell did you mean by 'fix' my problems?"
She carefully blended her lipstick. "What I said, I can fix you."
He arched a brow. "Like, neuter me?"
"Chere, you know I don't mean it that way. I mean turn you back." She looked at him through the reflection in the mirror. "Make you live."
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Pharen stood in the shadows of the corridors, listening as the group approached. He could smell the pup with them, her fear and anxiety overpoweringly strong in the confined space. He leaned his shoulder against the wall to ease the weight on his leg. His head ached, his mind scrabbling for the knowledge he knew was there; the girl was familiar to him, but he did not recollect how.
He almost stepped out of the shadows to call out to the guard, but paused. They knew him, but would they leave him be? his existence here was ignored since he usually kept the peace of the creatures that managed to hide down in the darkness, but if he spoke out...
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Post by Phoenix Ashes on Feb 23, 2009 22:44:28 GMT -5
As soon as they reached the doorway that led to the outside, Gwen shifted Reg to a better position on her back. Carefully checking the surrounding area, she dashed ahead of Arsen to the forest that lay 1000 yards ahead. As she waited for Arsen to catch up she lay behind a log, catching her breath and sort out things.
1. Catch squirrel, feed Reg.
2.Go back to the motel room, grab stuff and get out of this town. This town is too much a facist court. Treaty or no treaty this town was not friendly. she'll find answers for her currosity elsewhere and work.
That was the 3.Find work. The money from their last jobs was running out.
"Arsen hurry up!" she hissed.
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Post by Silver on Feb 26, 2009 17:08:57 GMT -5
He couldn't stand, his heart with its slow, wretched, beat paused for but a moment. His brain was beginning to kick into overdrive. He thought he may pass out, his vision had blurred so.
She could restore his life? Put him back to normal? How?
"How?" The word slipped out as a whisper, his hands, trembling, hanging limply between his knees. He glanced her way. Her casual comment had been tossed over her shoulder like she would her hair, thoughtlessly, a mere reflex. One statement, said so calmly and carelessly, had set his world off kilter.
She remained unaffected, her head tilted to the side, humming, listening to the voices only she could hear. Her bright eyes were closed, a small smile across her rosy lips. Perhaps it was all naught, and she was merely having a strong delusion. It wouldn’t surprise him, he had seen her on some of her worst days, when the voices controlled her actions and thoughts more than she herself did. Those days he had often wondered how she had survived so long; but, although she did not speak of her past, he had the feeling that she had not always been this way, had not always had such strong connections in the other world.
“Dri?” He watched for a reaction, and seeing none, stood slowly, leaning on the bed to regain his shaky balance. “Aidriana, I asked you a question.”
Her smile faded for a second, a small frown wrinkling her pale brow. Slowly her eyes opened, the clear blue looking glazed before focusing on him.
He smiled. Although he could hate her at times, he was sure that in her mind everything she did was for good; it may destroy the lives of others, but there was some greater good, she alone understood, that she was working toward.
“How? Easily, my Wolf, a mere exchange and it is done.” She smiled. “I hope.”
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Post by †Arisen† on Apr 21, 2009 17:49:16 GMT -5
Arsen watched Crimson Moon for a moment, a breeze cathing his dark hair and tugging it toward his face. He brushed it away and turned to the girls.
"Lets go," He said, walking toward them, "We acn't wait here long, they'll have people search the perimeter for us."
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Fayverent whined again before closing her eyes. She wanted to find somebody--anybody who could help her.
She was young and new to being a werewolf--so she found it easier said then done. After a few moments of searching, she felt someone. Someone close.
And began to ask for help.
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Post by Silver on Apr 28, 2009 11:07:34 GMT -5
He nearly quaked at her indifference. "Easily" she said. he had been in this form for nearly ten years and she replies that is could be "easily" fixed?
"What do you mean exchange? Exchange of what? Blood?" He had his shoulder against the bed post now, able to stand, but unwilling to take away the firm support it provided.
"Just a simple exchange. They've already found a donor, so it will take only an evening or so." She stood now, her moment of madness having passed, leaving her with her typical air of refinement and control. "Now come along pet, stand up straight. We don't want the King to think I keep ill dogs at my heels." She snapped her finger and moved towards the door, her heels clicking on the stone floor, her skirts held up carelessly with one hand to avoid dragging. "Come along."
With no other real choice, he began to trail after her.
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Post by †Arisen† on Apr 29, 2009 8:50:16 GMT -5
Fayverent began to whine, starting to slow to the point where the gaurds held her arms and continued to march her forward.
She continued to whine, throwing her weight against their pull, her whine turning into a soft howl and growing louder.
"Stop it," The head of gaurds ordered. When it seemed she couldn't be silenced, however, "Make her shut up."
Fay continued to whine and howl untill one of the gaurd's hands slammed into the back of her head, causing her to slump forward unconcious.
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Post by Silver on Jun 22, 2009 12:57:34 GMT -5
When they brought Fey in through the main hall's doors, Justin started forward, but Dri's hand on his arm held him back.
His eyes danced from her to Fey, and then to the raised dais where the King sat, his wife beside him. The room was archaic; torchlight sparkled along the walls, tapestries hung beside banners and paintings. Justin felt like Aidriana had led him into the set of a medieval movie.
There were at least a hundred people gathered in the room, sitting at trestle tables that lined the walls, all facing into the centre of the room where he and Dri stood, watching the slow approach of Fey and her escort. Her short blonde hair hung lank from her suspended head as it dangled over the arms of a guard. At least they hadn't dragged her in like they did in the movies, this was certainly more practical, and the dead weight of a body was nothing to a vampire.
The wolf in him watched with curiosity and no little jealousy. They should not be treating her this way! Why was she unconscious? How could he stand by and let them do this to her!
Dri cast him a glance, her eyes luminous in the dim hall. He knew she could sense his unrest, could see his two auras battling for control around him. She starred a moment longer before smiling softly and turning toward the King, her hand on Justin's arm turning him with her and taking his attention away from Fey.
The guard carrying her walked past them and dropped to his knees before the dais.
"I have brought her, my lord. As you ordered."
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Post by †Arisen† on Jun 22, 2009 13:46:19 GMT -5
"Good. Miss Aidriana, please explain to the court what you plan on doing," King Jirou said. Fey stirred at the sound, blinking.
Once her eyes gained focused, she blinked, whining, "W-what...?"
Her eyes winded and she tried to get out of the gaurds arms, but he held her still.
"L-Lord Jirou... Whats going on...? ...Justin...?"
"Aidriana, if you'd please," King Jirou said with a wave of his hand.
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Post by Silver on Jun 22, 2009 19:14:24 GMT -5
Dri practically glowed as all the eyes of the court turned to her. The cold, dead eyes of the vampire courtiers and nobility. Dri gracefully grabbed a handful of skirt and executed a perfect curtsey to the King before turning to address the crowd.
"Lords and ladies of Crimson Moon. Today I begin a test of hope." Her voice carried to all corners of the room, and it would later be said the guards outside in the corridors could hear her pronouncement almost as though the words were laced with magic, compelling them hear ad listen well.
A grow was building in Justin's throat. He did not like this, it brushed his fur the wrong way to be standing here. Something was terribly wrong and he wasn't sure how to fix it.
"Tonight we will try to replace was what..." she paused to glance over her shoulder at Justin who stood like a statue, his eyes far away and not meeting hers. "Mistakenly stolen." She had hoped that that would create a reaction like he had gifted her with in the bed chamber, but instead she watched as his wolf aura snapped and snarled at her of its own accord, the man containing it unmoved. "I will turn this mutt to a pure blooded, living, bisclavret."
Where there would have been gasps of astonishment in a human crowd, here instead there was only silence. Immortals are rarely surprised, and as they did not necessarily have to breath there was nothing to give away their shock if there was any.
Dri turned to Justin and took his hand like a mother would lead her chid. Except this child was six foot two and refusing to move. His muscles were rigid, his feet firm. Dri looked up at him and saw the wariness and distrust in his eyes. SHe reached up and stroked the side of his face with her free hand.
"Come along Wolf, its all for you chere." She turned her attention back to the spectators around her. "What I propose is to replace the vampire aura with that of another wolf. In essence, force out the foreign intruder." There was a great deal of metaphysics behind her idea, but she felt this was not the place for it, it would not be appreciated. "So, he will drain the blood of another wolf, and essentially, absorbed her wolf into his body."
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Post by †Arisen† on Jun 23, 2009 0:25:13 GMT -5
"There you have it," Jirou told the audience. They looked at him, then murmured to themselves.
Fey's eyes widened, "W-what...? N-no. M-my Lord..."
She struggled against the guard, but he held her tight. Fey whined, pushing hard against the vampire's chest.
"J-Justin...!" Fey whined.
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Post by Silver on Sept 20, 2009 11:01:10 GMT -5
Justin's heart stopped its slow throb and paused.
"What?" The word escaped as a hiss as he backed away from Dri, who had been edging closer to Fey. "You think I would do that!?" He made to turn, but instantly there were four guards surrounding him, their hands on the hilt of their more-than-ornamental swords. He met Dri's eyes between their bodies, "I will not be a part of this!"
Dri sighed and smiled gently. "Chere, there isn't much choice for you in the matter." She made a gesture and his arms were pinned to his sides. "I want to test my hypothesis, Wolf, ad you are the only one available to me to do so."
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Post by †Arisen† on Sept 20, 2009 11:20:44 GMT -5
Fey whined and the guard set her down. She stood for a moment, the collapsed, curling up tightly. The murmurs in the room turned to disbelief.
"If I hadn't known better, I'd say she wasn't a wolf. She's too cowardly," one of the nobles called.
"She's too human to be a wolf."
Fey whimpered softly before her form started to change, her bones popping and reforming. Soon, theres was a pile of golden fur curled in her spot.
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