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Re: The Perfect Kingdom[OpenRP]
By: Red One Date: May 16, 2014, 9:16 pm
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Her animalistic side quieted down and, She listened to the man,
nodding her head to Xamphere in signs she was understanding his
'Terms' as it were. She got up and looked down at the young girl
"I Understand, but you must understand if i do not serve a royal
family my curse will make me a wild animal that i cannot
control, my former king's last orders were "Find another to
serve" and i did" She smiled sincerely at her and looked up at
the man with some deep regret.
Suddenly she felt an eerie presence, she looked around and when
she didn't spot him/ her right away it sent chills down her
spine. Then the feeling of eerie turned into calm and peaceful,
but she wasn't fooled whom ever this was they must be bad news,
giving off vibes like that. her eyes darted around and then back
at the child "I will protect you"
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Re: The Perfect Kingdom[OpenRP]
By: Elin Date: May 16, 2014, 10:32 pm
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The small girl sniffled loudly while bringing her dirty sleeves
over her eyes, carefully keeping one hand against his leg at all
times as she cleared the tears from her eyes. His wounds were
still painful, she could tell but, Abigail had a feeling that if
she so much as attempted to try and fix them, she'd get an
earful from him... So Abigail simply pressed her head back
against his hip, mumbling out quietly as she tugged at the end
of his shirt with her giving hand, carefully trying to get his
attention as he conversed with the unfaithful woman.
"Xamphere..."
Abigail let out a soft sound then after she tried to get his
attention, only to feel the warm hand pressing against the top
of her head, toying with her hair in a way her distant memories
remembered. Her father had used to do the same thing a very long
time ago, long before he'd taken her to live in the desert. The
gesture was simple and sweet but it spoke volumes to a little
girl who had craved nothing but the love and acceptance of
another person. So again, tears pricked at her eyes and again
she buried her face against his clothing while her fingers
clutched tightly to the clothes he wore. Abigail was no longer
listening to their discussion, not like she understood much of
what was going on anyways... Abigail was just focusing on trying
not to cry all over again...even though it wasn't very
successful.
Again, she was crying and failing to understand the aura in the
air around them all. Maybe if she'd tried hard enough and wasn't
crying so much, she could have felt the strong magic wafting
through the air but, being such an underdeveloped being with
little to no experience in magic...there was no way she could
have known. Instead, she focused more on her childish tugging
and hugging of Xamphere, trying to get his attention again and
again as she focused so heavily on the injuries he still bore.
"Xamphere!"
It was only with the blonde haired woman speaking directly to
her that she silenced her whining, subsiding to just sniffling
loudly with a clogged nose as she made sure to duck further
behind Xamphere. The woman said "I will protect you," but she
had no idea what that meant, she just knew she still bore a
small amount of childish distaste for the way the woman had
given up on Xamphere so quickly. "But...no one wants to hurt me
here..." she clutched her small arms around Xamphere's
mid-section, carefully edging her giving hand towards the wound
on his stomach as she mumbled morosely. "Not here anyways..."
Again, it seemed this place she'd never been aware of in the
desert was gaining in popularity, for both of these people
seemed to direct their comments towards the presence she hadn't
even felt a whiff of. Abigail worried once more about Xamphere's
safety for he wasn't anywhere in prime condition for another
altercation...hence why she was trying to be as subtle as
possible while attempting to reach the wound on his torso.
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Re: The Perfect Kingdom[OpenRP]
By: Evil Kitty Date: May 17, 2014, 12:50 am
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Xamphere continued to speak to the blonde haired woman as she
had swore her loyalty to the child who attempted to trick
Xamphere by sliding her hand up to the wound. “Turning into a
wild animal, huh? That is cute... I could show you a lot more
than you know of “animals.” You may have met my father, but, I
assure you... We are much less pretty when you dig under the
skin.” With that said he immediately grabbed Abigail's wrist and
pulled her hand from his torso.
He looked down to her with that same pained smirk. “I am not an
idiot, Abigail. I don't want to make you wear gloves, but, I
will. Powers are not gifts and rarely come for free. You have no
idea what you will have to pay in the long run when you use
these powers of yours. I am better now and will heal without
your help. So, please. Stop trying to fix me. Okay?” His smirk
turned into a kind smile as he released her hand and ran his own
hands to wrap around his hip and lift her up. His arms staying
firmly around her sides as he rested her body on his right hip.
With this all said and done he patted his hand on Abigail's
lower back to put her a bit more at ease as he turned out to
face the magic man with a bit of curiosity. He had learned a
long time ago to never trust a man's eyes. Many say the eyes are
a gateway to their soul, though, Xamphere disagreed with this.
He saw the eyes to a gateway to their intentions. If their
intentions were to lie... They could easily falsify a glance.
With these thoughts flowing through his mind he calmly replied
to the man, still holding the girl in his embrace. “No, it is
the perfect time for you to be here... I just created this
kingdom to attract those of... Special origins. You seem to fit
the criteria. Though, despite what you are seeking, peace will
never be an option in any place or time. There is no such thing,
really. Just in dreams does peace exist.” He gave the new man a
calm smirk with ease. “Though, magic and dreams are never too
far apart. So, anything is possible, am I right?”
#Post#: 365182--------------------------------------------------
Re: The Perfect Kingdom[OpenRP]
By: DonDonWethington Date: May 17, 2014, 10:50 am
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What was once a river soon raged into a piercing lightning bolt.
His aura changed as soon as Dominae told him that there wasn't
peace. His magical aura pulled and folded into himself, almost
clear to even the human eye. The magic was building in power,
but becoming fuller, and dense. Julius hadn't moved or changed
his facial expression, but his eyes began to dim in brightness,
a look of seriousness seemed to grow out of the cheer seeking
eyes. He turned his body so his chest was facing Dominae's. His
hands lay down by his side, but one would notice the pure white
bolts of light flowing off the tips of his fingers. With a
change in his voice, an disappointed stern voice emitted, " The
what is it you need of me. You being the first I come in Contact
with means you are the link to this realm." Julius's eyes
couldn't pierce any deeper into someone's eyes. He was ready for
anything it seemed.
Corvek raised his right hand to grab the scarf and pulled it off
to reveal his face. A scarred war barren face was shown, even
though he looked only 25 to an average human. His magical power
kept folding into himself, almost as if it was recycling and
cleaning itself. His Power just seemed to stay at bay though,
but kept becoming more and more complex. Under each of his
scars, the origin of his magic was shining in each of the
wounds. A dark blue flow of light seemed to pass through his
veins as a secondary life force it looked like. He looked as if
he had more then multiple of ten thousands of magical energy
stored. One would quickly understand he wasn't a mere human, but
something hiding his true form.
He looked at the others in the building, wondering who they were
to this man. With a quick change of magic again, the flow seemed
to just pulsate out of him. The flow was like listening to his
heart beat. One would quickly understand that this being of
magic had many 'art' forms of magic. His flow of power was
erratic, and always changing. This shown that he had the ability
of surprise for his attacks could come from anywhere he was it
seemed. The power was full of heart, anyone with a mind could
tell that. His power was immeasurable because it's volume of
pure dense feeling. This man could be felt as an ally from a
crossed the multiverse, and a deadly enemy as well.
" I did not come here to start a war, I will finish if I am
needed though. I do not want to see innocent blood shed though."
Corvek's eyes stuck on Dominae to make sure his whole being was
in the truth.
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Re: The Perfect Kingdom[OpenRP]
By: Red One Date: May 17, 2014, 3:04 pm
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Kira now glred at the apperance of the 'magic man', She wasn't
very in tune with magic, magic was what made her become what she
is. Her glare was the essence of the phrase If looks could kill
She studdied the man and felt his aura in her heart, it was
powerful but very beaten. her eyes darted between the man and
Xamphere. she didn't want another fight to break out, but she
didn't much care now for his saftey over the young girls. she
inhailed deeply and forced Xamphere to hear her words in his
mind "Should i get her out of here, if there is a fighht"
She looked down at the young girl and back up at the magic man
she frowned deeply and got up the courage to say "If any harm is
to come to this child, I personaly will be the one to put your
head on a stick" her deadly glare went back on him and she stood
in front of the girl and had her hand on her whip. "I will
however welcome you with open arms if there is no violence" She
smiled at the man even with her cruel words she always had a
smile. her vow to protect the girl was very clear and she will
at any costs.
#Post#: 365234--------------------------------------------------
Re: The Perfect Kingdom[OpenRP]
By: DonDonWethington Date: May 18, 2014, 11:56 am
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Julius's eyes snapped to the woman who so boldly addressed him,
and then his sight passed to the little girl. His aura changing
to a wave low to the ground. He turned and looked down at the
little girl and smiled slightly. " Trust me, I am not going to
start violence here. I will wait until I receive word from the
elder council on why I am here." He turned and looked at Dominae
yet again. He wasn't tensing up in the slightest, he just was
talking. With a turn, Corvek would start walking to the nearest
town. He didn't want to use his magic to teleport or fly. With a
twist of his head, his left eye looking over his shoulder. " If
you need me, Look for me in the food Courts."
Julius's aura changed yet again, almost to a snake like pattern
following him. Full of curves, full of motion. He would be able
to be tracked rather easily, for his aura alone was so dense in
magic. He wouldn't turn back around though, he kept walking till
he would hit a town. His robes changed into something less
fearsome, a bright white robe with just a hood over half of his
face. His staff turned white as well, and could be seen in his
belt on his back. This would keep it so he wouldn't draw to many
looks from crowds.
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Re: The Perfect Kingdom[OpenRP]
By: Elin Date: May 19, 2014, 5:53 am
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A sniffle and a pout were all that followed as soon as her hands
were gripped by the wrist, preventing their route towards his
torso's wound. Being a child, there wasn't much she understood
about the abilities she had; her knowledge on the matter
extended as far as knowing that one hand could take while the
other could give. Usually converting one in to the other wasn't
hard so long as she had touched something living prior, say the
apple she'd gripped that had withered away in her hand. Yet
she'd converted that energy right back, she had no clue how she
could bring things back to what they were without having touched
something first. To her, she wasn't willing to question it.
Abigail was only happy that somehow, it'd worked when she'd
brought Xam back to life. Not only had it worked but, it had
been worth it in her eyes; the only person in years to somehow
not be horrified by her curse to the extent that it seemed he
even accepted her.
Faintly, in the back of her mind, Abigail wondered how pleased
her father would be to know she'd made such an acquaintance...
Her small, tattooed fingers curled into small fists to keep
their tips away from his body as he mentioned gloves. With a
quiet and pained sigh, she resigned herself to stop the
attempted movements with her hands only to feel his shift in
movement, looking up towards Xam's kind smile as he picked her
up. Abigail's expression turned in to one of incredible surprise
as she was held aloft against his hip, her cheek pressing
against his shoulder while her mind reeled from the bizarre act
of being held the way she was now. No one had held her like
this, ever; fleeting glances from the confinements of her
house's windows had shown her that most children were held in
such a way one way or another but her father had never been too
keen on the idea. Her father rarely made contact with her at all
and if he did...it was when he'd wrapped her exposed skin in
bandages and even then, he would only give her fleeting contact.
She'd grown up thinking that being held or touched in such a way
was something she'd never get to experience...especially out in
the middle of the desert. Yet here she was, held in a holding
embrace that spoke large volumes of kindness that not even her
father had given her. The idea alone made something warm bubble
inside of her, a strange kind of giddy pleasure and happiness
she never remembered feeling.
Carefully watching the placement of her hands, she wrapped her
arms tightly around Xamphere's neck while burying her face
against his shoulder, closing her eyes tightly to how beautiful
the warmth of affection inside of her felt. It had appeared out
of nowhere and it was painfully pleasant, the joy alone wanted
to bring tears to her eyes but she'd cried so much already this
day...but that didn't stop her from beginning to quietly cry
again. These other people didn't mean anything to her at the
moment, all that mattered to her right now was the fact that
Xamphere had shown her more kindness and compassion than she'd
ever experienced in her whole life. All the woman had showed her
was classic indecision and the strange man appearing held no
grandeur to her. In this moment, Xamphere had just become the
more shining pinnacle of existence in her entire life.
Sniffling quietly with arms tightly wound around his neck, she
mumbled incoherently into his jacket almost purposely. "I'll
never let you die like that again..."
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Re: The Perfect Kingdom[OpenRP]
By: Evil Kitty Date: May 21, 2014, 7:11 pm
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The one known as Xamphere held onto the child with ease as he
watched the man; hearing the guardian's words shot into his
head. "Should I get her out of here if there is a fight" was the
words she spoke into his mind. He was not comfortable with her
poking around within his thoughts so he turned to face the woman
with ease. Speaking in a calm tone aloud for all to hear. "Do
not worry so much... If this man was to harm anyone he has the
power to do so. He would not make it into a game and wait for
the moment."
His glance was cold and detatched as he watched over the man
carefully, trying to figure out his motives for being here. He
spoke of wanting to help, though, Xamphere saw no need for his
presence here. He was trying to build a home away from the
humans; not fight a war. He remained silent only to see the man
turn his back to Xamphere; a slight laugh escaping his lips. "I
do not chase, my friend. I will be here if you choose to find
me. I can not leave these walls until my kingdom has been
built."
As the young girl began to cry into his neck, feeling the warm
tears on his skin, he reached his one hand up to run his hand
through her hair with a gentle touch. Combing through every
stray strand with that same patient, gentle, touch. Making sure
not to pull as he got rid of stray knots. He turned his head
slowly to look at her red eyes; exhausted from crying. A slight
smile slipping onto Xamphere's lips to expose his fangs once
more. "You shouldn't cry so much, Aby. It isn't healthy to spend
all of your time crying. It is better to just take everything in
and love every second of it."
With that said he slowly began to walk over to the stairs of the
large castle; sitting down on the rough stone. Placing the girl
on his lap with ease he faced her back towards him. Rubbing his
hand over her legs as he nuzzled gently onto the back of her
neck as his face was buried inside the strands of hair. Though,
one eye remained visible as it watched over their surroundings.
On guard as he patiently awaited.. Something. Anything that
would put this girl and his kingdom in jeopardy.
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Re: The Perfect Kingdom[OpenRP]
By: DonDonWethington Date: May 26, 2014, 10:53 am
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Julius had been traveling for a few days now. He had been in a
couple of small towns, and quite a few of merchant towns. His
travels could be traced by just about anyone who could sense
magic in the realm. In his travels, he had found one of the
smaller, less fortunate towns known as "StoneBrook." StoneBrook
was far west of where Julius had entered into the realm. The
Wizard saw much potential in this town, and would strive to make
it a stronghold town where people could be safe.
Corvek started to draw many runes in a circle with a radius of
500 meters. Being a wizard, he did this in a matter of moments.
Each rune different then the next, Julius's magic seemed to
radiate more and more with each rune. As the circle completed,
the runes started to draw into each other. With a blast of
magic, a huge gravity shift happened in the middle of the circle
pulling up the very earth the rune's laid on up into the air.
The stones and dirt started to spin in a rapid tornado, forming
what looked like a tower. The tower formed rather quickly, but
this was just the mold of what was about to appear.
The Mage had started speaking in tongues as the tower started to
crack out of the stone and dirt mold. A shining silver tower
started to take the place of where dirt and stone mold was. This
tower had the runes from the ground attached to it shining a
bright orange. The tower seemed to shine bright as new from
coming from dirt. Julius smiled as the magic lessened and the
air settled, and the tower stood on the outskirts of the small
town over looking it.
" Seems I have done a decent job to start on fixing this place."
Smirked Julius.
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Re: The Perfect Kingdom[OpenRP]
By: LacyMarie Date: May 27, 2014, 2:49 pm
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"Soaked with honey, her sensuality whispers fantasies to the
inclined ear but temptation masks its fatality like poison in
wine."
-Unknown
Sticky humidity made the travels nearly impossible to bare
beneath heavy attire the woman had chosen to wear to help
prevent skin damage from the staring sun. Her fingers toy with a
stray white string while a song moves through her lips. The tune
is low and sorrowful but her tongue is ancient and hard for any
nearby ears to digest. As her first toe hits a hard surface, the
melody comes to an abrupt close and a breathless curse replaces
it. With an irritated sigh, the woman unties the niqab and
allows it to hang freely down her cheek and then she wipes away
built up sweat on her face. The sand at her feet swayed in the
breeze, sweeping away remnants of her footprints and masking the
foriegn object her toe had hit.
How she loathed the blistering heat and gritty sand that filled
her sandals and burnt her feet, but she would gladly exchange it
for the chaos she had left behind.
Neglecting her aching toe, the woman wanders deeper into the
scorching land. The crevasses of her mind replayed memories
without her permission and kept her feet from stalling between
steps. Wherever she was venturing from, it was clear she had no
intention of returning. Some may deem her actions as running
away but she saw it from the a different perspective. In her
eyes, she was escaping death's suffocating grasp, not giving up
or choosing the way of cowards.
Time seemed to pass like a tortoise race, yet the woman pressed
on with determination she, herself was not alone responsible
for. There was an invisible pull beckoning her deeper into the
endless mounds of sand which distracted her from her thirst and
heat exhaustion. Just as she contemplated on resting, a massive
structure came into sight. For a moment, rationality took a
detor and permitted her sanity to crack. The woman was so sure
that what she was seeing was a mirage brought on by her physical
condition.
Angered at the weakness she had succumbed to by the impression
her mind had on her, the female bites down on her bottom lip as
her emerald green eyes attempt to peal back the layers of the
chimera. After several minutes, she finally gives up and walks
closer to the hallucination, expecting it to vanish or turn into
something even more ludicrous. However, it never did sway, even
as she began to walk through the opening and into a world bathed
in glorious greenery.
The long spirals of her hair bounced against her breasts as she
looked around curiously. The sensitivity of her ears caught bits
and pieces of voices but she couldn't pinpoint their exact
location. Her feet carried her forward, into the direction of
the castle that loomed over her.
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