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Re: ☾Willow☽
By: Caroline Date: September 13, 2016, 4:53 am
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Luna sensed the outrage among the Fae, and elves alike, glancing
over to Thalia apologetically but staying silent as the man
sitting so casually single-handedly imbued her whole being with
a heavy melancholy. His magic was strong, like nothing she had
ever witnessed, but dancing within the churning colours of the
wind were depraved notions of war, and as her eyes skip over the
faces in the crowd, she watches the same look of angst paint
their features as that same magic danced over them.
The area is silent, not a single soul daring to speak up about
the ordeal, and there was one face in the crowd her brown gaze
gravitated towards. Her father, looking nothing short of proud,
a sad, reassuring smile causing his forehead to crease, like
unironed silk, watched her, and her heart warmed and tightened.
Of course, he would let nothing tarnish their name and though
most of the fae probably thought this was her fault, staring so
angrily at her, she didn’t let that be a hindrance.
Vaeymere had freed her and had given her what she had
essentially wanted, why then did she feel a burden so heavy on
her shoulders, she feared it might bury her into the dirt
beneath them. But she soon came to realise that while his words
were meant to free her, his actions suggested otherwise, for she
had watched his magic withdraw from everyone but her, the
tendrils fueled with power, still circling her, and her alone.
It brought her comfort, surprisingly. She felt safe within the
confines of his dominion.
As he leaves, it is not his command that forces her to follow,
but her free will, she wanted to understand him, a strong desire
in the pit of her stomach to be there for Vaeymere. I wonder if
anyone has ever made you feel that safe? She thought silently,
staring at his back and when they reach a desolate area, with no
eyes and mouths to gossip, she finally breathes, having not even
realised she kept it bottled.
This man, she had been so cold to the idea of being by his side
as one, she hadn’t given him a chance to change her mind, but he
had shown kindness back at the ceremony. Though his voice was
laced with boredom and his magic tainted with a slight darkness,
he was more than that.
“Vaeymere. . .” she finally breaks the silence, his name rolling
off her tongue as if she had known him for eons, “where are we
going?”
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Re: ☾Willow☽
By: Dems Darkfire Date: September 13, 2016, 9:49 pm
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Shenir walked like he stood, a massive movement of muscle but
enough grace that his footsteps fell with the silence of the
grave. The only noise that came from the man as they strolled
towards this ceremony was the bells in his long braid, ringing
softly and tolling their approach as they came down the path
Thalia was leading them on.
This forest was an ancient place. Still and quiet as undisturbed
water as they strolled. But listen close as Shenir did and the
leaves moved with the eyes of animals. Each rustling in their
turn as they made their way towards the event. He heard the
chirping of birds and squirrels alike, and other less cute
creatures that ignored the approach from these two humans. ‘A
sacrifice?’ Shenir thought to himself as they continued on. His
mind was unable to wrap around the idea of murder for the pure
sport of appeasing some god, or whatever they considered him.
Elder fae or otherwise. He had basically ignored all
conversation and shunned away from talking as they walked. But
he listened closely to every word either of his companions said
at this point.
When they came upon the event it was a sight to behold. Shenir
had never been in the presence of so many fae before. But alas,
he had never been in the presence of one fae until just a few
hours ago. They were evasive creatures to him and he had never
truly searched for their like outside the libraries of the
towers.
It was a very noble event.
Each fae with their power emanated from each ebb and flow from
around them. Shenir could feel the power of this place and a
large smirk rolled over his face. There were many who matched
him, but only a few that may best him. He was naught worried
about these, because this seemed a very peaceful event. But one
thing Shenir did notice was that in their own outfit coming here
he was a tree among slightly shorter trees. Here… It was like he
was a massive redwood among some shrubs. The hounds he met were
larger than the majority of those in attendance and Shenir
towered over their seated positions and cast shadows along their
tables like a giant roaming a smaller town.
Some turned to look at the mass that moved by them and others
turned to give nods of respect to the Magi that strolled among
them, both parties recognizing the power of the other. When they
stopped and Thalia flew off for drinks, others watched them and
he turned to Rahl, making idle chitchat as they talked about
nothing in particular.
One thing weighed heavy on his mind, though. The idea of what
may happen to this place if they fail at breaking the holdfast
on the other side of the forest. Thalia wasn’t far off of the
trouble that might dot the horizon if the apostates broke free.
When Thalia returned with the water, he took his glass and
sipped at the contents, sniffing suspiciously at first but then
taking in a shallow mouthful as he let his eyes slip closed and
tasted the true flavor of the liquid. It was everything he
approved of. The taste of Vanilla filled his taste buds, the
smell of the simple plant filling his nostrils before the
counteracting slight bitter of Bangal spice filled him with a
warming sensation. He sipped once more at his glass and let the
flavors wash over him all over again and again.
His eyes found Thalia watching them as they talked back and
forth about nothing in particular, but he caught her gaze for a
second and gave her a smirk and a wink as he took another drink
from his glass.
Then came the time for the ritual. Shenir turned himself, making
his body as small as possible against any image of him from the
actual place the ritual was taking place. He watched, listening
to the song and the words before the abrupt stop. This elder fae
bringing the whole thing to a halt with his words and stopping
the ceremony. Murmurs surrounded them as this eldest fae spoke
and commanded this ritual a farce. He listened to this man speak
and then their eyes met. A low growl came from Shenir’s lips as
he felt the malice in those red eyes. He snarled under his full
beard as his eyes shifted to Thalia and then to the Tristan to
gauge their reactions before turning back to the man before
them.
His staff slid from his arm and tapped the ground and as the
eldest fae’s magic attempted to wash over the mountain of the
man, it was very visibly deflected to either side of the man by
an invisible force. This untamed swirl brought nothing but a
shake of his head as he watched the magic then retract and swirl
around the one who was to be sacrificed. “Fell magics rest here.
There is something wicked in that Fae’s gaze.”
Shenir turned to Thalia and he shook his head, the bells ringing
once more as he locked eyes with her. “I would much like to
return my encampment. I do not trust our presence here.” Shenir
turned to the Rahl and somehow understood his presence here
slightly more. “Troubled reports, eh? Well, we need to have a
chat once we return… There is something here.”
Shenir looked to Thalia with a smile and another wink. “So
Thalia. Once we return, if you wish to question me further. You
may.” He laughed and took one more glance towards the Eldest
from the corner of his eye before turning back. “Let’s make
haste before I am mistaken for a redwood and planted.”
#Post#: 407613--------------------------------------------------
Re: ☾Willow☽
By: Gia Date: September 14, 2016, 2:45 pm
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There was a likeability that emanated from Shenir, his whole
demeanour, and witty charm made it hard to dislike the man,
standing like a mountain and towering over her, and most of the
other faes and elves. Everyone became quiet as Luna danced and
sang, her voice like a soft lullaby, the wind becoming tranquil
under it’s touch. However, that tranquility didn’t last long,
furrowing her brows at Vaeymere when he indicates the men’s stay
had been long lived. He was hostile towards strangers, sure, but
there must have been a reason - something that fueled his
annoyance and as his magic looms over everyone, she senses the
darkness within it, not fearing it, but embracing it.
Thalia had realised long ago there was evil in good, and good in
evil. Darkness had to have some light and light was always
burdened by the dark. As soon as he leaves their immediate
vicinity, the fae and elves scatter into the woodland, gossiping
among themselves about what had just taken place. It annoyed her
that Luna’s name was the pinnacle of their whispered rumours.
She glares at two elves that walk past, murmuring coldly,
“enough with your tittle-tattle, go home.”
Her voice could poison if it wanted to, looking back at Shenir,
irritation causing her forehead to crease, and her brows to
furrow, before nodding idly. Thalia intended to find out what it
was these men were talking about and what had caused Vaeymere to
be so abrupt and let Luna free. She felt they were connected,
but how, she wasn’t sure, a gut instinct, and she was never
wrong about those.
Not waiting any longer, she bows her head respectfully at the
men before lifting off into the sky, and into the trees, towards
Willow.
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Re: ☾Willow☽
By: Demonreach Date: September 16, 2016, 9:34 pm
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As Tristan would walk with Shenir, he spoke, 'I doubt the
troubled reports are regarding that fae. While he is nasty, and
I'll admit some trepidation about even fighting him, did you
hear him? He is old, yes and his power far more mature than any
of these other fae we've encountered, that coupled with his
age... He is from a time different than any of us. They don't
make creatures like him anymore.
'That being said, he spoke of sleeping; of his eternal slumber
encroaching. Unless his dreams so affect the area around him...
Still, I am uneasy as you, my friend.'
The War Wizard had doubts about his own theory, knowing that
perhaps the fortress they were about to lay siege to could
perhaps have disturbed that fae. He said as much to Shenir,
adding that the magicks at work were different.
The Fae around them had seemingly been classified by the
affinity they held, such as Light and Dark; Fire and Earth. The
one known as Vaeymere was different with the magicks he
commanded; perhaps closer to Shenir's own abilities than the
Elder Fae's kin. Not that Tristan's own abilities were so common
themselves.
'Shenir, if you would, question our Fae friend. You'll have
better questions than me, I am sure.' He handed the wizard a
rather simple ring, faintly buzzing with Additive magic. 'While
I am not as good as you with magic, I'll admit, there is a small
tracking spell on it and with my magic, it'll be harder to
detect with prying eyes. I'll know where the ring is at all
times.'
He left the party without another word, eyeing Thalia with
unmasked suspicion; blue eyes piercing in their intensity. The
regal air had left him replaced with a more dangerous tone that
threatened violence. He mounted his horse after unloading his
burden and took off back to the encampment. Within moments, he
vanished in the woodwork, leaving not a trace.
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Re: ☾Willow☽
By: Demonreach Date: September 16, 2016, 10:13 pm
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The friendly tone, the familiarity of how she said his name,
made him whip around. The crimson orbs fierce in the faint
light. 'Don't overstep yourself.' His eyes holding hers, as if
in challenge, but there was something bordering lust in that
gaze.
He turned away, waving a hand to ward off any apologies.
It had been some time since he had been addressed in such a way;
how easily someone had spoken to him. The air around him grew
melancholic, his body still as his eyes drifted away; lost in
some sea of memories. It was some minutes before he came to.
Had he always been so guarded? When did things become so
different? How much had he lost touch with his own people?
'Do you know what happened to the other women they have
offered?' He asked, casually, the question testing some waters
unknown to him. 'Do they speak of how I break them? How I get so
bored that, at one time, they offered more than one? That they
offered to me more than once a year? Am I some devil in the eyes
of you and your people, a beast whose hunger surpasses all
boundaries? How I devour them, bones and all?'
He turned to his would-be sacrifice, chuckling almost wryly. 'Do
you believe them? Or do you have your own thoughts?'
They were stopped, darkness surrounding them save the few
torches that lit the way. In this moment, there was a feeling of
vulnerability to the Elder Fae; a certain humanity that rarely
reached the surface.
There had been moments, a long period of time of that he was not
so cold, but that was a long time ago. 'Do you wish to leave?
You are free, yes, to do as you wish. Most will blame you for
what transpired tonight.'
His body moved suddenly, closing the gap between them as his
lips met hers; the fingers of one would intertwine the fingers
in her hair, holding tightly; the Wild Magic within seeping into
the soft touch of their lips, tingling the gentle flesh before
he released her. He eyed her tentatively before turning away,
walking in the direction the two humans had left. 'Follow if you
wish, sióg las.'
Vaeymere had felt the witches' intrusion upon his forest, felt
their vile magicks at work. It had awoken him in quite a black
mood, which had been felt during the ritual. It had been awhile
since the Greyscale had awoken the fury within and it was long
overdue.
#Post#: 407626--------------------------------------------------
Re: ☾Willow☽
By: Dems Darkfire Date: September 25, 2016, 11:59 am
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Shenir Rolled his shoulders, a strong tension building in his
bulky form and as his muscles relaxed from the day’s events he
let out a log sigh as Rahl conversed with him. “These Fae follow
a dangerous path with that old one. I’ve seen that look he gave
us before. Remember the days of the mad king? I haven’t seen
that type of glint in any man’s eye in a long time.”
Shenir shouldered his staff, bringing the long weapon to bear
across the broad muscles just below the nape of his neck. His
arms hung limp at the elbows over each side. The staff groaned
under the stress, but it did not bend a single inch from
straight. “Eternal slumber… For a creature like that, that could
be a nap of about one hundred years for all we know.”
Shenir sneered beneath his jet black whiskers as he drew in a
deep breath through his nose and released it from his lips in a
long sigh. “We live in troubled times.” Shenir had heard the
whispering of the two elves, them naming the strange one who had
been chosen to be sacrificed and then the whip of Thalia’s
tongue landing a lash against their gossip. He smirked and
nodded, paying more attention to the elf girl than Tristan’s
full sentenced.
“I’ll see what I can find out.” He watched the woman take off
towards some undisclosed location and chuckled. He reeled his
staff around and placed it into a flap of cloth partially hidden
beneath his braid that crossed from his left shoulder to his
right hip. It blended well into the robes and as the staff
entered the holster, the cloth seemed to tighten on its own,
gripping the mystic item as he freed his hands to accept
Tristan’s gift. He turned the ring over in his fingers several
time and stared, instantly sensing the spell within.
“Heh. Good job. Here.” As the Rahl was about to take off, Shenir
reached inside his sleeves and pulled out a blue crystal,
speckled with cracks as if it was already about to shatter.
“Smash this if you find yourself in dire straits. It will port
you to wherever you envision first in your mind. So keep a clear
head if you go to use it.” He tossed it to the man as he rode
off into the woods and smirked. “May the old gods keep you,
Rahl. They know no one else will.”
Watching the war wizard vanish through the trees for just a
second more, Shenir turned and made his way ina wide arc
towards where Thalia had headed off to.
#Post#: 407674--------------------------------------------------
Re: ☾Willow☽
By: Caroline Date: October 23, 2016, 5:22 am
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He didn’t intimidate her, not his cold tone, not the darkness
that hugged him so intimately, not his words that had probably
intended to cut through her skin, none of it intimidated her. It
seemed he had somewhat lost sense of his own identity through
his isolation and she felt sympathy for him. How could a ruler
be so distant with his people and expect them to be threatened
all the same? She watches the wave of his hand, smiling to
herself and shaking her head, ignoring the fact she hadn’t even
thought of apologising. To Luna, she hadn’t overstepped any
boundaries.
Vaeymere is who he was, and that is how she would address him
so.
She stays silent, following him as he speaks of the many that
had come before her, of how he had broken them and this
should’ve been enough to make Luna turn back around and run for
the hills, but she was intrigued. She wanted to know why. Why
could he not love these women that had willingly given
themselves up to please him? Could he not see the courage in
doing that? The courage in throwing your whole life away for a
man, who right now, seemed so cold and uninterested but she
didn’t buy this act. He has a heart, it would just take some
digging to find it.
As they were slowly swallowed by darkness, she tilts her head,
waiting for him to finish, and all too suddenly, their lips are
touching, and his magic is seeping through her, she could feel
it, like little feathers, falling over her skin, and when their
lips are no longer touching, it comes as a surprise that his
magic still lingers, within her.
She was free, he had said it, those same words had been uttered
but she didn’t feel it. There were two possibilities, cocoon
herself from her people, who were now blaming her for the night,
or follow this man, consequences be damned, onto what seemed a
dangerous path. She doesn’t take more than a moment to
contemplate her options before following him, catching up so she
is walking beside him, rather than behind him. As her auburn
gaze wanders over to him, she takes his hand into her own,
intertwining their fingers. Perhaps it was some longing within
her that gave her the backbone to hold his hand, or his own
undeniable loneliness that pushed her, but she wanted to be an
equal to him, not a lesser.
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Re: ☾Willow☽
By: Gia Date: October 23, 2016, 1:56 pm
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The moment she had noticed Shenir’s change in direction, she hid
in the trees, camouflaging any magic that would seep through the
barrier that was her skin and give her position away, to follow
him instead, creeping up on him slowly before pouncing on him
and landing on his back, curling her arms and legs around his
waist and shoulders with a light laugh.
“Thought you were going away with Mr. Impressive back there,”
she stresses ‘impressive’ giggling softly once more at her own
choice of words, before lifting herself up so she’s sitting on
Shenir’s shoulders, her body light and easy to lift. Her brown
curls, dispensed over her own shoulders covered her perky
breasts, as she looks down at the broad man, carrying her with
ease.
“What were you talking about earlier?”
If there was a threat of any danger to these woodlands, she
would have to know and start getting prepared for it. Willow
would know, and Willow would tell her, but the more she seemed
to think, the more her mind would jump to images of fire,
engulfing their trees and leaves and it left her complexion
paled, the slight hollowness about her eyes and cheeks, too
firmly compressed, bringing the colour out even more.
“Turn left here,” she smiles, feeling unusually happy that he
had decided to come back.
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Re: ☾Willow☽
By: Dems Darkfire Date: October 26, 2016, 10:11 pm
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Shenir’s bells rang softly as his massive braid swayed from one
side to the next. It drew the attention of stragglers that
watched him as he passed. Shenir could only smile in their
direction and continue on his way through the trees. It wasn’t
long before the Elf girl Thalia was lost among the sprigs and
leaves farther along and then vanished from out of Shenir’s
sight entirely. His brow furrowed as he continued on in the last
direction he had seen her and treaded carefully through the
tangles of brush that barely scrapped the bottom of his knees.
Though the trees where mighty, the shrubbery seemed smaller in
this area than in other parts of the forest.
“Kmm. What dark magicks are at work here?” Shenir stopped and
shifted from one foot onto the other, feeling the weight of his
body bear against the ground. His foot sank into what could only
be decades of dead leaves built up on the forest floor. He could
still feel the powerful release from the elder. “Bastards.”
He felt her before she grabbed him. His smile widening before he
planted his feet and set himself when she leaped upon him. His
hair kicked up into a tizzy and the bells rang louder as he
stood unmoving against the assault. He chuckled and let her
climb to his shoulder as he raised an eyebrow and looked up
towards her. “Which part about what I was talking about? There
was a lot there.”
He rolled his shoulders lightly and then brought his arm up. He
placed his hand under her rump and pushed up. And with ease he
lifted her with a single hand and moved her from his shoulder to
the opposite one, freeing his staff from blockage as he looked
at her. He looked off to the direction where she had told him
and nodded. “Left here, huh?”
He stared up at her and smirked. “Where are we heading?”
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Re: ☾Willow☽
By: Demonreach Date: October 29, 2016, 10:17 pm
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The Wild Fae looked askance at his new companion before
shrugging.
Perhaps it was finally having an ear that would listen, that
wasn't terrified of who he was and what he represented, but he
found himself talking once more, 'I was human once, so many
centuries ago.'
Vaeymere had left it all behind, the Fae back then so much more
malevolent than now; so much more... giving. 'Perhaps I still
am, somewhere within; my soul not entirely eaten away by the
blackness.'
He halted, staring at the ground; there was some trepidation
about leaving this forest. He had spent those centuries, after
his war, molding this forest to his will. It was his height of
power; his greatest feat, and none knew. No one knew how
vulnerable he was outside this canopy of life. His Fae kin
unaware of how much his presence was in everything they touched
and tread upon.
Even his companion was unaware that her Light was poison to his
soul. To his very being.
Before he started walking he said, 'I travel by night, you
should join with Thalia and her human mage.'
Despite the magicks that had cloaked him, her lips had left his
own burning; though the wound was fast to heal. He felt for the
Light Fae, though more of a pity than anything.
'I had a family when I was human. I was a religious man, known
the world over. It was quite the scandal when I killed them and
vanished, but they still follow that religion, using me as some
type of martyr; though there is some hate for me because of my
sin. However, they were sacrifice for my inhuman nature.' He
paused, sighing softly. 'The Dark Fae that was sacrificed to me
was perhaps my favorite. Despite her nature, she was delicate.'
There was a hunger in his words, a longing, that was quite
otherworldly.
'I released you because you are no good to me.' Truth, though he
could easily work around that; he had many times before, but he
knew the suffering and terror about to be had would be enough to
feed him for quite a time. He didn't want to kill the witches',
no, more to point: he desired them alive for more personal
reasons, but the mage and the hunter -and their army- would
prevent that.
But the battlefield would be rather pleasant to visit come the
day.
'I lost my soul that day. Well, lost everything, but I gained
everything else in return. I was happy, whatever that word means
now, with my family, but they fed my ambition. I sought control
over your kind, over the power you all held. And now, you all
feed my hunger.'
He stopped again, looking around, before heading off in a
different direction; soon, the voices of the mage and Thalia
would come into range; soon, they would be visible.
Vaeymere let his dark presence go unrestrained, letting the
anger within leak into that. The forest grew darker, dangerous
as the trees swayed; the leaves murmuring of tragedy. His
inhuman gaze met the mage's own as he spoke.
'Thalia, I hope you are escorting him out and not dithering
about because you found a new plaything.' His gaze narrowed. 'As
well, the hunter? I pray he is not lost.'
His eyes moved to Thalia. 'As Luna seeks to remain, to see the
sights there are, take her with you. The forest is no longer
answering you, relieved of your duty to help your mage as well
as Luna.' He glanced at Luna. "And they say I am not generous.'
With that, he turned and walked away; his presence receding,
vanishing along with him. 'Mage, should you seek answers, come
when you are ready.'
Should they seek to follow their path would be barred from him.
Soon, he would be outside the forest. Vulnerable and not all
powerful.
And he felt that fear as his foot left the canopy floor.
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