Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Feb 10, 2019 13:34:57 GMT -8
Amaya gave a relieved shuddering exhale as the massive weight was lifted off of her mind, the pain fading slowly. Her body hurt. She almost felt as if she'd been hollowed out completely, which wasa not far from the truth. She'd used up a good portion of her power, more than her mortal body was used to conducting. And having it drained from her didn't make it feel any better. Though the one positive was that she'd snapped out of her fit of rage, though what she came back to... wasn't what she would've liked.
She paced her breaths, still holding her skull as she tried to orient herself, and focus her bleary vision just in time for her to see her father collapse, blood pouring from all orifices. Her blood stilled and ran cold in her veins as she froze staring at her father-
"Papa!" She screeched, her voice hoarse and raw from all the screaming she had already been doing. She scrambled forward to him, her body protesting. Her limbs felt heavy and weak, and she fumbled a bit her wings flapping to push her forward to him. Tears started anew as she shakily reached out for him, her breathing coming in frenzied pants as she held him. "Papa?! Papa, please don't do this. Papa, please." She hissed in a panic as she lifted his head, trying to figure out what to do. Her father was dying and she had no idea what to do. She had no knowledge of healing, she didn't even know if healing would work on this form her father took.
All she knew was that she was losing another family member... and this time it was in her arms and it was her fault.
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Registered: Sept 30, 2018 15:59:50 GMT -8
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Feb 12, 2019 18:19:36 GMT -8
"Well..." Ix wheezes his voice a pained ragged gasp. "This... worked... better... than... expected..." He tries hard not to laugh but he can't stop a slight chuckle escaping his lips which makes his ribs ache. "I... did... more... damage... to... myself... than... you... did." Which was the real irony in all of this. She'd been so worried about hurting him and he'd gone and lost his temper and nearly shredded his mortal form. "Be... a... dear... and... open... the... door... to... the... inn." He was slowly stitching his body back together but if she opened the door to the inn he could send a telepathic command to one of his servants with some healing skill.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Feb 16, 2019 19:27:20 GMT -8
Amaya's bottom lip was trembling as she held onto him tightly, tears still streaking down her face as she hiccuped. It was hard to focus with her emotions all scrambled and her mind and body exhausted as they were. But still she knew she couldn't delay and mourn when he wasn't exactly dead just yet. Not wanting to waste a moment trying to compose her voice enough to speak, she gave half a nod, gently setting him down on the ground and staggering to her feet, using her wings again to force herself forward to the door, falling against it before she yanked it open.
She forced air into her lungs again, pushing aside the mucus in her throat before she bellowed out into the hall calling for someone to come and help.
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Registered: Sept 30, 2018 15:59:50 GMT -8
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Feb 17, 2019 14:57:21 GMT -8
She did not have to bellow long, indeed, by the time she finished there was already someone there. A dark-skinned man with a pleasant smile and empty eyes. He gives her a nod as he glides into the room without noise coming to rest at her father's side. Reaching out powerful hands Amaya may recognize him as the sous chef who prepared the dough for the meat pies. The dark-skinned man's kneading her father's flesh like he kneaded dough, with much the same effect as he slowly sealed up the wounds that had been done to the prince of hell's corporeal form.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Feb 17, 2019 21:32:37 GMT -8
Amaya gasped for breath as she watched still leaning against the door. She gave a sigh of relief as she saw her father's wound knit themselves back together. The relief only lasted a few moments before guilt set in. She had almost killed or driven her father to kill his mortal form. She knew that it wasn't actually him, of course... but that still didn't ease her mind any. If she broke this form... would he have to forge an entirely different form? How long would he have had to been away? How much angrier would he have been with her?
The questions all swirled around her mind until she could no longer stand by and watch and she took off out of the room. Exhaustion was set into her bones still so her movements were sluggish and unfortunately she knew it wouldn't be a good decision to go for a flight. So she did the next best thing which was to sprint upstairs back to her room, slamming and locking the door behind her before she slid down in and curled up in a ball at the foot of the door wrapping her wings around her battered body.
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Registered: Sept 30, 2018 15:59:50 GMT -8
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Feb 22, 2019 11:04:53 GMT -8
It takes some time but eventually Ix's body is placed back into working order. With the superficial energies taken care of Ix is free to turn his attention inward slowly reworking what was broken into new forms that could function even in the damaged state they'd been left in. Once he is able he gets up and moves through the inn until he comes to her door. Knocking softly he speaks through the wood. "Amaya, can I come in?"
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Feb 27, 2019 20:38:16 GMT -8
Amaya just curled up tighter into a ball. Her wings came around to wrap around her tighter as she covered her ears with her hands. "No, I don't want to t-talk about it." She called back to him, her voice shaky and breaking. She was throughly shaken by what had happened- what she had done. She knew she was dangerous. She knew she could be destructive, but to unleash all of it at once-making her father almost destroy himself...
"Go away." She said her voice muffled as she buried her face in her knees, sniffling.
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Registered: Sept 30, 2018 15:59:50 GMT -8
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Feb 28, 2019 7:37:13 GMT -8
"What you want and what you need are not always the same." Ix points out as he settles down against the door, leaning his back against it. She would be able to sense his presence even through the wood and know he wasn't planning on going anywhere. "I know this feels like a disaster right now but I think this was actually a success. To start with, I bet you don't have any violent desires right now do you?"
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Feb 28, 2019 18:24:12 GMT -8
"Of course not!" She said immediately turning slightly to eye the door. She couldn't even think about crushing a fly in the state she was in, not only energy drained, but emotionally as well. "But I'd hardly call what happened there a success! I almost killed you Papa! And I lost complete control! I've never done that before. I didn't... I didn't even recognize myself. I just wanted to destroy everything. And it felt.... It felt good..." She trailed off, disgust tainting her voice as she cradled her head miserably, trembling. It was the very thing she was afraid of. She wasn't as apart from her demonic urges as she liked to think she was. She just bottled them and buried them till... something like this happened.
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Registered: Sept 30, 2018 15:59:50 GMT -8
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Feb 28, 2019 19:43:59 GMT -8
"So..." Ix begins slowly and then he continues, almost as though he is reading her mind. "What you are telling me is that you were fighting to suppress your demonic urges before our sparring match. But now that you've actually let loose with some of that aggression, you no longer feel any aggression. You are right, that is hardly a success." There is a pause before he adds. "That is an unmitigated success. Yes, things got a little out of hand but do you think that might be because you've been bottling up a lot of anger for a long time? And that, perhaps, if you now start expressing it regularly it would be easier to keep things under control? If we release some of that anger when the bottle is half full, instead of when it is fit to bursting?"
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Mar 11, 2019 6:33:29 GMT -8
Amaya was quiet as she listened to what her father said, pursing her lips together even as she continued to rest her forehead on her knees. She hated to admit it... but in some ways- certainly not all of them, he was right. She felt lighter than she had in months, especially compared to after her 'visits' to local churches. She didn't feel as much like an explosive that had it's wick lit and was gradually crawling it's way to destruction.
Underneath the exhaustion, both mental and physical, she almost felt... normal. It was...rather nice the more she tapped into it.
She gave a soft growl before breathing a heavy sigh. "...You know I hate it when you're right." She muttered, just loud enough for him to hear through the door, her arms still wrapped around her knees.
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Registered: Sept 30, 2018 15:59:50 GMT -8
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Mar 11, 2019 17:32:29 GMT -8
Those words spoken in that tone hit Ix to the core. He places a hand on the door and for a long moment, there is silence. "Your mother used to say that too." He says so softly she might not even hear him. He pauses as he feels something on his cheek, reaching up he wipes it away only to find... water. How very odd.
Clearing his throat he addresses the door once more. "Well, I think that you will find that regular sparrings sessions will help. Again, once you have a more routine outlet for your urges you'll find things to be less... explosive. for lack of a better term." And then Ix pulls away since he was suddenly filled with the intense desire to be alone.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Mar 16, 2019 17:10:25 GMT -8
Amaya was quiet for a bit as she heard him pull away from the door and stand up, probably to leave her be for a while. She half wanted to open the door and hug him, glad to hear at least that he sounded okay. But the larger part of her still wanted to remain locked in her room trying to understand how everything had happened as it did. But still...
She turned slightly again resting her temple on her door as she searched for the words she wanted to say. They came easier than she thought they would. "...Thank you Papa..." A heartbeat thumped in her chest as she closed her eyes exhaustion washing over her again. She knew it was a bad idea to sleep in this position, but it wasn't as if she could convince her body otherwise. "...I love you."
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Registered: Sept 30, 2018 15:59:50 GMT -8
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Mar 16, 2019 19:37:51 GMT -8
A long beat of heavy silence, the kind one only experiences when the little things you can hear drive home the absence of noise. The shifting of a body, the slow breathing, the thudding of a heart. All those little tiny things that pound in your ears while you wait, hope, silently pray for the silence to end and then...
"I love you to my daughter."
The voice is her father's but not. For the second time that day his voice is a broken, cracked thing so different from the norm. But not in the way it was when his rage had pounded on the very walls of reality. No this was, quieter, more intimate, more emotional. When his voice had changed last time it had been the voice of the demonic prince in all his glory, the world straining under its weight.
This time it was his voice that had been strained by a weight. His words laden with the burden of a father who'd lost his wife and was doing the best he could to raise his daughter. A long shuddering breath from the other side of the door and like that his presence is gone and she would know that she was alone again.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Mar 17, 2019 19:27:57 GMT -8
Amaya didn't have much time to dwell on the emotion in his voice as she smiled softly, hearing him say he loved her back. It was rare moments like these that almost gave her a sense of belonging in the world. It grounded her and contented her. Almost as much as it had when her mother was still with them. Pleasant thoughts of them all together as the happy- if a bit odd-family they'd been filled her mind and gently lulled her to sleep within moments of her father's departure, leaving her curled together at the base of her door, using her wings as a blanket almost.
Despite the awkward position, Amaya slept soundly, slowly migrating till she was slumped on her bedroom floor, snoozing away.
It wasn't until the hubbub of the tavern below started up that she began to stir, groaning softly as her achy muscles began to flex and shift. Napping on the floor certainly did her no favors either. In the time she slept, most of her minor injuries had healed, though her body was still exhausted and sore from the mistreatment. But more importantly, her stomach was protesting from only eating a breakfast of pastries after the workout she'd had. Amaya sighed as she got up slowly from the floor, looking down at her rather dusty and torn up clothes, deciding to go wash her face and change before she went to venture out. In her state though,all she wanted was to eat and go back to bed so she didn't bother putting on actual clothes, instead donning her oversized sleeping garments and pulling on a shawl before heading down to find either her father or the cook. Whichever one came first.
Now the looks she got when she walked into the tavern proper were decidedly not ones her father probably would've approved of. Or that she would've if she cared enough to notice.
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Registered: Sept 30, 2018 15:59:50 GMT -8
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Mar 19, 2019 17:05:35 GMT -8
Amaya had certainly picked an inopportune time to come down. The dinner time rush was just beginning to start and she caught the eye of more than a few patrons in her half-dressed state. The only saving grace was that it wasn't quite late enough for more than a handful of early starters to be in their cups.
Which meant that when Ix noticed her he practically teleported across the bar in his hast to get to her side. He caught the wrist of one particularly bold drunk who cried out as the sound of bones creaking sounded softly, Ix stopping himself just short of closing his fist and costing the drunk his hand. "That's my daughter." He says with the kind of venom that makes a man's blood turn to water and the bar wisely opted to divert their attention elsewhere rather than risk the ire of the infamous Mister Kite.
Wrapping an arm around her shoulders Ix begins herding her around the tables. "What are you doing dear." He hisses when he sees her in her sleeping clothes. "Come along, let's get you to the back." He urges her along and into the rear dining rooms. "What are you thinking going around half dressed? Don't you know these mortals are utter pigs?" He notes as they get behind the bar and out of sight.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Mar 19, 2019 18:16:11 GMT -8
It was good that Amaya was as tired as she was or she would have scolded her father for being so rough with his patrons- that wasn't a good business practice. Nevermind the fact he was injuring someone for just looking.
Amaya just sleepily rubbed at her eyes as she gave a languid yawn. "I'm wearing sleeping clothes Papa, I'm not half dressed. And it's fine, what does it matter? Looks wont hurt. A bit annoying and a bit gross, but ignorable." She mumbled before looking back up at him, giving him a half sleepy smile, her hair still tousled with sleep. Amaya was always at her most vulnerable and unguarded when she had just woken up, it usually taking her quite a bit to orient herself, especially after she'd over exerted herself.
"I was hungry though. Pastries aren't very good for breakfast with no lunch. So dinner time." She said said still with the slightly dopey smile as her wings finally stretched out to wiggle under her shoulders giving her a bit more cover.
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Registered: Sept 30, 2018 15:59:50 GMT -8
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Mar 19, 2019 18:27:44 GMT -8
Sleeping clothes most certainly counted as half-dressed, or at the very least inappropriate. But he wasn't going to argue. He knew his daughter well enough to know the girl was utterly useless groggy. So he took her into his private dining room and settled her in a chair. "Unfortunately, it is pastry for dinner as well. But its a tad more filling." He says as one of the servers comes in with the nights special.
A pie filled to the brim with peas, carrots, potatoes, turnips, and brisket all soaked in a beef and ale gravy, which had been seasoned to perfection. The smell coming off of it was utterly mouthwatering, promising that each bite would have tender flakey crust, rich smooth gravy, and hearty meat and vegetables to satiate even the most ravenous appetite.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Mar 19, 2019 19:12:38 GMT -8
Amaya took a deep inhale in as she got comfortable in the chair, letting the breath out moments later in a heavy sigh of pleasure. It really was nice, these little breaks she had from traveling all the time. Especially in the aftermath once she and her father got past whatever he'd done to upset her. These were the best times she could remember with her father, the times where she actually could relax with him as her father and not worry about what he might be planning. He always was but it was nice to be able to ignore it some times.
She dipped to the side as her father still stood near her and she rested her head on his stomach, careful of her horns, not wanting to accidentally impale him. She gave him an odd nuzzle of affection with her head, smiling up at him as she spoke. "Thank you Papa." She hummed lightly before thanking the server as well. It took her a bit of effort but she managed to sit back up straight in the chair to pick up her fork, not really waiting. "Do you have to head back outside? Or are you going to eat with me?"
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Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: Older than Amaya for sure
Physical Description: -
While occupying his humanoid form Ixdraynael, or Ix to his family, is a tall lean man and muscular man. He has angular, roguish features. A narrow chin, high cheekbones, low brow, and straight nose that would normally make him look a tad feminine but they are sufficiently hardened by his deep-set eyes and neatly trimmed beard to give him a certain rugged look. This ruggedness is enhanced by his long and messily curled hair and preference for rather shabbily kept but obviously richly made clothing.
In his true form, he is a towering, billowing storm cloud of demonic energy. His voice is thunder, his eyes lightning, his flesh the swirling tempest of wind. Fortunately, he cannot take this true form on the material plane unless he is summoned by mortals. Mortals like his daughters who don't seem keen on having their prince of hell father come to the mortal plane in his full glory.
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Registered: Sept 30, 2018 15:59:50 GMT -8
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Post by Ixdraynael, The Endless Storm on Mar 21, 2019 7:25:12 GMT -8
As she nuzzled into his side Ix smiles warmly, stroking her hair tenderly. He was glad that he'd taken the time to raise Amaya the human way, he'd not know that parenting could be rewarding. "For you my dear, I can make time to have a meal." Which was true, it wasn't as though anyone could force him to do anything. He owned the tavern and had enough staff that he didn't actually have to work. So he settles down next to her getting his own beef and gravy ale pie.
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