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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2016 17:31:01 GMT -8
Catriona, surprisingly, kept calm as the angel took off before her. More so that her mind was still in a jumble. There was quite a bit to reflect on. Eventually she willed her body to move and break her eyes away from where the angel had once stood, pulling herself upon Artair's back and letting Medrod settle upon her shoulder before letting the large animal wander off once more. She sought no destination - her only place to be was within her mess of thoughts right now.
<Exit>
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246 
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Apr 2, 2016 20:59:33 GMT -8
<Several days later>
It felt like years had passed since she had seen Spero at that waterfall. Really, it had only been.. what? Days? Naenia couldn't be sure. Time seemed.. odd to her, now. She had flown about for a while, popping in whenever she came across the odd inn, farm, or village.. simply to observe the people milling about. It was her job to guard them, after all, and she had come to this plane to learn more about mortals. The best way to do that was to watch them, wasn't it? And yet, Naenia couldn't seem to focus on her task. She found herself noticing things that sent her mind off on the strangest tangents.
Isra gleamed before her, alight with a gentle glow even in the dark of the evening. It amazed her, how tenacious these mortals could be. The dark grew and night began to encroach? Light your lamps, whether they be flame or magical, and push it away. Illumination; it was such a simple concept, a small thing, and yet it could symbolize so much. She liked to think of it as the determination of man to persevere against all things that could drag them down into despair and darkness.
She had perched atop a tall building within that very city that day, watching as the denizens therein went about their daily lives. She had seen so many emotions... Everything ranging from love and joy, to sorrow and hatred, and everything in between. The capacity mortals had to feel never failed to astound Naenia, or the way they could switch between one and the other in the blink of an eye, seemingly. But as the sun began to set, she had retreated from the city and back into the plain that surrounded it. She had flown over the crater that had been created by him, that first fateful day when they met, and had returned to the cliff where she met Crow.
And now she sat there on the lip of that rock wall, silent and simply enjoying the night. The wind blew gently, rustling the feathers that covered her wings, and her golden hair, which lay unbound around her upper body. Her feet were bare where they hung into open space, and the pale blue fabric of her long-sleeved, ankle-length robe shimmered beneath the wan light of the fading moon. The plain looked so.. peaceful, from up here; as though nothing bad could happen. She remembered that day so clearly. Would she ever forget it? Samael had been so fierce, so proud...
Where was he now, she couldn't help but wonder? Was he happy? Was he succeeding in his goal to achieve that throne, that crown, that he wanted so badly? ..Did he think of her, at all? If he did, was it with scorn, with hatred? Or was it with sadness? Did he miss her? Her eyes closed, and her head tilted up, basking in the breeze that swept around her. She inhaled a deep breath, and then sighed, whispering words unto the night air that she knew would never be heard.. but that failed to matter. Her thoughts were on him.. surely that was enough. "I miss you..."
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Samael
Dedicated
Evolution takes time.
Roleplay posts: 222 
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: The seemingly young man before you stands at the imposing height of 5'10. There's a rich, deep complexion to his skin, and it could be considered desiresable among gossipers. However, he is not without Mara along his body, having minute scarring in various areas. It's clear by the astute that he's seen battle, and his presence is made known by the miasma of ambition that radiates off him. His body is hardened by muscle, though scouring his frame. His body is not without their imperfections, but even so, his old wounds give off the realization that he is not entirely vain.
Clothes and Equipment: Donning roguish attire, Samael can be seen cloaked in a fur jacket adorned with magical properties. Power radiates from the article of clothing, though it's easily unnoticed. Unfamiliar fabric hangs along his frame, though it seems to consistently shift about, rippling akin to water. Some say that he typically wears nothing, and dons a miasma of dark magic to cover himself appropriately. The undeniable rattling of metal emanates from him, and the source stems from a great sword that is linked together with a sinister looking chain. Both glow with dark energies at times, and it's safe to assume that they've been blessed... Or cursed by higher powers.
Player's online availability : On most of the time, most responsive in the afternoons, and evenings.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 21:24:20 GMT -8
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Post by Samael on Apr 2, 2016 22:24:31 GMT -8
<A few days and some change, later..>
Samael had found himself on a cold trail in regards to hunting down Naenia, his eyes shifting about with a hint of frustration. He had been traveling for days, slowly tracking her down through glyphs and report cases from some of his minor demonic lackeys. Over time, he's been amassing various demons whom have pledged themselves to the promising upstart, and bet their chances of serving him when he took the crown. His ambition radiated off his person like a thick miasma, but right now, he looked lost..confused, and maybe a bit irritated. How far has this woman gone, and why did she refuse to leave his mind? He could not go throughout his days without thinking back on their time together, and how she had been such an amazing fighter, when they clashed.
These thoughts steadily lead him to where they had first encountered one another, though it was under different circumstances. They had been enemies then, and the ravaged terrain had remained unchanged. Large, entrenching scars scoured the area, collapsed rock faces strewn upon the floor, and scorched earth surrounded him. Samael stood within the epicenter of it all, his great-sword weighing upon his right shoulder as he stares over to the horizon. To any observer, it would appear as if space itself spat him out, an ominous rift that leaked cold ripping apart for him. It was entirely unnatural in its existence, and quickly faded into nothingness within a blink of an eye.
Samael seemed content with thinking back on the past, and was turning to venture off, once it became apparent that she wasn't here. He had spent countless hours back-tracking, given hints that she had been going along a set path of memories. Yet as his body turns, he immediately freezes up, and whirls around in confusion.
"I can feel something around here. No, not something, someone...It feels like her, dammit. Where, though?!" He hisses lowly, his eyes scanning about with a hint of exasperation. He couldn't keep putting off his goals for this woman, yet here he was - doing the same thing he swore he wouldn't.
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Apr 2, 2016 22:42:05 GMT -8
The peace of her contemplation was abruptly shattered by the feel of a demonic aura, which she had become far more sensitive to since rising to the Choir of Archangels. More than that, Naenia was familiar with this aura. Intimately familiar. Her blue eyes widened in surprise as she felt it, and all the breath rushed from her lungs. Samael..? But.. what was he doing here? It was as though a magnet drew her gaze to the ground, and there she saw him. Standing within the crater of his descent from all that time ago, and vaguely silhouetted by the light of the moon.
The angel was torn. He had left her. Surely his presence here had nothing to do with her. Unless he was hunting her down to try and finish her off. The idea of fighting him made her heart ache, and Naenia knew she'd never be able to harm Samael, let alone kill him. So if that was his reasoning.. well, then she would just die. She knew she shouldn't alert him to her presence, or even acknowledge him. But she had to know why he was there. She just.. had to. Chewing anxiously on her lower lip, she struggled to decide what to do. Finally, she stood and spread her wings, then dove off the cliff.
With great sweeps of those white-feathered appendages, she descended to the plain below, landing well beyond the edge of the crater he was currently inhabiting. Keeping her wings spread and prepared to take flight at any moment, she watched him with wary eyes as she straightened. "..Samael, why are you here? If you have come to pick a fight, you are wasting your time. I will not battle with you again." The words were carefully spoken, as she tried not to let a hint of her feelings be heard, but her eyes were filled with love, longing, and hurt.
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Samael
Dedicated
Evolution takes time.
Roleplay posts: 222
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: The seemingly young man before you stands at the imposing height of 5'10. There's a rich, deep complexion to his skin, and it could be considered desiresable among gossipers. However, he is not without Mara along his body, having minute scarring in various areas. It's clear by the astute that he's seen battle, and his presence is made known by the miasma of ambition that radiates off him. His body is hardened by muscle, though scouring his frame. His body is not without their imperfections, but even so, his old wounds give off the realization that he is not entirely vain.
Clothes and Equipment: Donning roguish attire, Samael can be seen cloaked in a fur jacket adorned with magical properties. Power radiates from the article of clothing, though it's easily unnoticed. Unfamiliar fabric hangs along his frame, though it seems to consistently shift about, rippling akin to water. Some say that he typically wears nothing, and dons a miasma of dark magic to cover himself appropriately. The undeniable rattling of metal emanates from him, and the source stems from a great sword that is linked together with a sinister looking chain. Both glow with dark energies at times, and it's safe to assume that they've been blessed... Or cursed by higher powers.
Player's online availability : On most of the time, most responsive in the afternoons, and evenings.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 21:24:20 GMT -8
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Post by Samael on Apr 2, 2016 22:59:07 GMT -8
This sensation...it felt like the woman he sought after for so long, but it was...stronger. It was that of a level that transcended even his power, and that bothered him on some level. It felt like Naenia, but it was as if she had acquired some new form of strength and resolve. He hesitates momentarily as he looks about, though he focuses upon a quickly mobilizing figure. His eyes slightly widen as he spots her, and he finds his heart beating quickly, despite his attempt at remaining focused. The slight widening of his eyes is an indication alone that he's surprised she'd reveal herself to him, and he finds himself rooted in place.
He longed to rise up there quickly and meet her, and yet, he finds himself unable to move. It was no trick or magic involved, yet her soft gaze was enough to halt him entirely. He hates this new-found emotion that's brought him here, yet he's also content to see that Naenia was still around, that she was willing to see him. Despite his conflicting emotions, he yearned to see her again, and even his pride had to grudgingly admit that he greatly preferred the Angel's company to any other companions he's come across. She made him think deeply on so many matters, and she kept his mind and tongue sharp, with their occasional arguments.
He struggles to even speak as his mouth parts, onyx hues returning her gaze with obvious emotions showing on the surface. Longing, desire, relief, hesitation, doubt, and just maybe a bit of hope.
"I'm not here for that, Naenia. I've come here for you..I...I want you, by my side. I've been looking for you for the past few days, and you've constantly plagued my mind. I don't know why I feel these things, but I know that I'm not as strong as I should be, when your absence constantly distracts me. I left because I felt that you didn't need nor want me, and I was too worried about what I was doing. That I felt this odd emotion, and that I was somehow being influenced...that I was no good for you. But as selfish as it is, I can't keep you at a distance, and it's been tearing up at me inside. Be mine, Naenia. Not as a pet, or tool, but as my..."
He struggled to find a correct term for it, but his feet managed to steadily take him up the crater as he spoke out. By the time he found his words, he was standing before her, staring slightly down at her as his eyes meet her own. Her soft features made him ache in all sorts of ways, and he finds his hand uncertainly rising to cup her cheek, to feel her skin once more, and let her know that he wouldn't retreat again.
"My lover. The only one. I know you feel this aching sensation within my chest, I know you feel it too. I'm tired of fighting myself over this, and I know what I want. I know what I'll take, and I'm going to take you to stand by my side..provided you're willing. You're different from any other I've met, and it pains me to know you're an Angel..I can't stand most of your kind, but you.....I can't stay away. I won't try to control you, or bring you to ruin. You're too beautiful for me to do that too, and I realize that I want you so badly, because of how you are now."
Needless to say, such a bold statement was astonishing words to be heard from a Demon, and it was fair to say that this was not to be taken lightly, whatsoever. He laid himself bare, and her response would dictate what sort of paths he took, in the future.
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Apr 2, 2016 23:18:33 GMT -8
It was a great struggle to keep her features neutral as he began to speak, and at first, Naenia was convinced that there was no way in any Hell, Heaven, or Earth, that this was real. This had to be.. some sort of trick. Maybe the Divines were testing her? Trying to see if she would stray from her path? Either that or it was a trick by a demon, one seeking to use her feelings for Samael as a weakness and strike her down before she could become a problem. Or perhaps she was having some sort of hallucination. Because it just wasn't possible that this was actually happening.
Samael wasn't here, telling her that he had been thinking about her, that he had feelings for her, that he.. wanted to be with her. And yet, when he moved up and out of the crater, closing the space between them, and moved to touch her cheek.. she could smell that unique aroma of woodsmoke and earth that was strictly Samael, could sense the heat of his body, could hear the wind rustling his hair, could see herself reflected in his eyes... And when he touched her, it felt so real. Allowing herself to get lost in this sweet illusion, she tilted her head, pressing her face into his hand and nuzzling his skin with open affection as her eyes closed.
Then those eyes opened again as it hit her full-force: This was actually happening. Samael was really there, really touching her, really saying all those things she had hoped to hear from him but never dreamed that she would. She looked up at him, disbelief warring with hope for dominance in her gaze, as he continued to speak. He wanted to be with her. Just her. He wouldn't try to break her, to make her Fall.. because he wanted her just the way he was. Did he..? Could he possibly..? He hadn't said the words. Not explicitly. But what he had said... By the Divines. It certainly sounded like love.
Not trusting her voice, as her throat was clogged with the threat of tears - and she had said she would never cry in front of him again; that was a promise she would keep - Naenia decided that, perhaps, the best way to answer him was with actions. Stepping hesitantly forward to close the space between their bodies, her hands lifted, moving to frame his handsome features. As she tilted her head up and pulled him down to her, those large white wings stretched outward and curled forward, enveloping both of their bodies in a feathery cocoon. Unable to find the ability to speak, she kissed him instead, giving him her answer in a kiss that was intense yet tender, passionate yet loving, heated yet sweet. It told him everything that she couldn't bring herself to say.
I missed you. Please don't leave me again. Everything that I can give is yours. I love you.
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Samael
Dedicated
Evolution takes time.
Roleplay posts: 222
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: The seemingly young man before you stands at the imposing height of 5'10. There's a rich, deep complexion to his skin, and it could be considered desiresable among gossipers. However, he is not without Mara along his body, having minute scarring in various areas. It's clear by the astute that he's seen battle, and his presence is made known by the miasma of ambition that radiates off him. His body is hardened by muscle, though scouring his frame. His body is not without their imperfections, but even so, his old wounds give off the realization that he is not entirely vain.
Clothes and Equipment: Donning roguish attire, Samael can be seen cloaked in a fur jacket adorned with magical properties. Power radiates from the article of clothing, though it's easily unnoticed. Unfamiliar fabric hangs along his frame, though it seems to consistently shift about, rippling akin to water. Some say that he typically wears nothing, and dons a miasma of dark magic to cover himself appropriately. The undeniable rattling of metal emanates from him, and the source stems from a great sword that is linked together with a sinister looking chain. Both glow with dark energies at times, and it's safe to assume that they've been blessed... Or cursed by higher powers.
Player's online availability : On most of the time, most responsive in the afternoons, and evenings.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 21:24:20 GMT -8
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Post by Samael on Apr 2, 2016 23:32:13 GMT -8
Samael found himself drawing closer as Naenia appeared intent upon sticking around, after all. His heart leaps through his chest as she nuzzled into his offered hand, and he gently cups her face with his other hand as she nearly tears up. He'd never get that emotional enough to start crying like a woman, but it does bring a gentle smile to his features. Samael becomes acutely aware of her soft feathers enveloping his person, and he doesn't appear to mind it whatsoever. His hands wrap around her waist, pulling her into him as his lips meet her own.
Enough words had been said to her, for her to understand the passionate love he had for her. He'd never call ti such, nor admit it, but the intense emotions he felt toward her would go unsaid. He ached for her touch, her words, and that smile that had constantly plagued his thoughts. His tongue melds with her own as they share an intimate moment beneath the moon, and he finds himself enjoying every second of it.
His actions made it clear....He wanted her to remain by his side, and he was more than ready to receive her for whom she was. He wanted nothing more than to be the reason she was happy, smiled, and even cried at times. He wanted to be her center focus, and to know that their intense emotions for one another would never fade. She had inspired and jerked emotion that he never knew he possessed, and she had helped him grow exponentially.
In some odd sense, she empowered him - and he found immense value in that, and -his- woman.
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Apr 3, 2016 11:55:41 GMT -8
Oh, she could feel his heart within that embrace of lips. It filled her with such warmth, such happiness, that she felt fit to burst with the sheer force of it. Her arms were flung around his neck as Naenia kissed him with all of herself, plastering every inch of her body to his. After countless small eternities spent simply enjoying the taste of him, the playful battle for dominance between their tongues, she pulled away from the kiss.. and she laughed softly, her brow pressing to his. Blue eyes flickered open, gazing at Samael with warmth and love shining openly in their depths.
"In case I was not clear enough, let me say it aloud: I love you. I am yours, now and forever." Her fingers curled into his hair, and she beamed up at him. "I do not know what made you change your mind, but I will be eternally grateful.. I missed you so much. I thought I would never see you again." The underlying pain of that admission was easily covered up by the absolute glee she clearly felt at having been proven wrong. Then reality kicked in, and she drew back, gazing at him soberly.
"..But.. your dream to take the throne.. how will you..? The other demons.. they will never accept you with me at your side..." Concern now shimmered through her gaze, and she bit her lip unconsciously, worrying the flesh between pearly whites. Perhaps it was just her nature, the fact that she was an angelic being, but it would no doubt astound Samael that she still put his desires for power before her own happiness, her longing to be with him. It was clear in the way she looked at him that if he chose to take the throne rather than be with her, she wouldn't stop him. It would hurt her, deeply, but she would let him go.
Despite this fact, she obviously didn't want to let him go at that exact moment. Her hands slid down to rest with fingers splayed on his chest, one over his heart to feel the steady thrumming of that organ, and her wings rustled, pulling yet tighter around the both of them, keeping their bodies melded together. Upon reflection, she realized that they fit nigh-on perfectly together, the curves of subtly muscled planes of her form fitting snugly into the harshly defined angles of his. How could it be that two creatures who were meant to be polar opposites of each other could align so perfectly?
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Samael
Dedicated
Evolution takes time.
Roleplay posts: 222
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: The seemingly young man before you stands at the imposing height of 5'10. There's a rich, deep complexion to his skin, and it could be considered desiresable among gossipers. However, he is not without Mara along his body, having minute scarring in various areas. It's clear by the astute that he's seen battle, and his presence is made known by the miasma of ambition that radiates off him. His body is hardened by muscle, though scouring his frame. His body is not without their imperfections, but even so, his old wounds give off the realization that he is not entirely vain.
Clothes and Equipment: Donning roguish attire, Samael can be seen cloaked in a fur jacket adorned with magical properties. Power radiates from the article of clothing, though it's easily unnoticed. Unfamiliar fabric hangs along his frame, though it seems to consistently shift about, rippling akin to water. Some say that he typically wears nothing, and dons a miasma of dark magic to cover himself appropriately. The undeniable rattling of metal emanates from him, and the source stems from a great sword that is linked together with a sinister looking chain. Both glow with dark energies at times, and it's safe to assume that they've been blessed... Or cursed by higher powers.
Player's online availability : On most of the time, most responsive in the afternoons, and evenings.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 21:24:20 GMT -8
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Post by Samael on Apr 3, 2016 15:56:17 GMT -8
Samael could feel himself being nearly smothered with Naenia's latent emotions, which were brought out entirely once he uttered the words he's been struggling to release. He could feel every inch of her pressing into him, and he returns her kisses with a searing passion, a hand running through her mane of golden locks. They weer completely different, yet they fit one another perfectly, as if jig-saw pieces that were missing. They interlocked beneath dark clouds and a pale moon, and she'd find herself pressed neatly against a nearby tree. Her hand was upon his chest, and she could feel the racing heartbeat of the demonic entity she held so dear.
Their lips remained interlocked throughout the exchange, partially moving their lips away from another to exchange breathless words. Their emotions were like a rampant disease, and it had spread throughout their body, his hands sliding along her frame and caressing every curve and angle that he could get his hands on properly. It was enough to draw a deep blush from Naenia, but that wouldn't stop Samael. Her concerns about the throne were either dismissed, or ignored - as this was a situation he didn't want sullied by constant worrying. He silences her with a deep kiss, gently wrenching her head back as he dominates her body, letting her know that she was his, once and for all...
He found himself satisfied, in this regard.
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Apr 3, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
Perhaps she should've been annoyed that he didn't respond to her words, but Naenia couldn't bring herself to be upset by the way he chose to silence her. Instead, she moaned into the fervent liplock, her nails pressing into his chest, and gave herself up to him wholeheartedly. They would have to discuss this, at some point, there could be no doubt about that. But at the same time.. she was far too happy to pursue the matter right now. Pressed up against a tree, caught between a demon and the greenery, she arched into him and kissed him back with all she was worth.
Her hands roamed down across his chest and to his hips, grasping them and pulling his pelvis into her own body. She ached for him, in every way, the needs he had sparked to life within her form on that first night together flaring back to a crackling pyre now that they were reunited. Rubbing sinuously against him, Naenia made her wishes clear without speaking a single word.
Please fill this emptiness inside me. I need you.
<Fade to black>
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Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 323
Age: Way too old for any shenanigans.
Physical Description: In her natural form, Va'nei is a dragon. A very very large dragon. She stands 90' tall at the shoulder, and her wingspan is 480'; her body is long and slender, for a dragon, at 230' long. Her tail is longer than that of the average dragon, longer even than the rest of her body at a total 270', and dwindles to a long, thin, prehensile point capable of great dexterity and precision. She is ancient and colossal, an earth dragon of great wisdom, and appears to be covered in leaves, moss, and vines. Her eyes are a vibrant shining gold in both forms. In her human shape, she is humorously small compared to her dragon form. An average 5'6" and slender, she has long green hair and lightly-tanned skin; her skin retains a faint iridescent scale pattern, seen in certain angles of light.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in her dragon shape, Va'nei carries no equipment. As a human, she wears layered green robes and a pair of thigh-high green heeled boots. She also wears a headband with a small feathered adornment just above her left ear, and a necklace comprised of carved crystal beads.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 11:13:10 GMT -8
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Post by Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden on Apr 4, 2016 11:02:55 GMT -8
The flight from her Sanctuary to the Free Plain took far less time than traveling on foot would have. The two to three day journey from Isra to the mountains was reduced to a few hours on the wing. Setting down just outside the boundaries of the city, Va'nei released the vines that held her passengers safely in place, allowing them to slide down. She moved her head around and gently nudged Moon, her voice a low rumble. "You are welcome to return to my valley at any time, little wolf, as is your mate. Well.. soon to be mate."
She chuckled at that, then shifted her head on its long, serpentine neck to fix Kematian with a wise golden eye. She sniffed at him, hummed softly, then spoke. "..You will be good for each other. I would tell you to be good to her, but I know it is unnecessary." Drawing back, she nodded at Alden, then turned and moved a bit away from them, so she wouldn't knock the humans over with the wind from her wings as she took off. "Farewell, humans and little wolf." Spreading her wings, she took to the air once more. She would fly around for a while, then probably head back to her Sanctuary with the dawn.
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Registered: Nov 22, 2024 11:43:40 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2016 11:12:08 GMT -8
Kematian thanked the Earthwarden and looked to Moon, then Alden, then back to Moon, his gaze locked on her eyes. "Well. It is late. I think Alden's supposed to be home for dinner. What about you, Moon?"
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Apr 4, 2016 11:13:55 GMT -8
Moon had been comfortably wrapped in vines, and below that, in Kematian's arms, for the entire flight. It had been very cozy. Even despite the uncomfortable conversation had on the way back. She had, in the interest of being open with her soon-to-be-mate, told him about Cass, and how her fellow shifter had basically used her, then cast her aside.. how she had thought herself in love with him, only to be abandoned again and again, and to finally hear him call her a monster to the woman he had chosen above Moon herself. He seemed to have taken it fairly well, especially since it was clear that Moon had no feelings for Cass anymore, and was all Kematian's.
When they landed and she slid down off Va'nei's back, landing and stretching luxuriously after the long flight, she blinked at the dragon's affectionate gesture and smiled, gently stroking her moss-covered muzzle. "Thank you, Earthwarden. I hope to see you again one day." Watching the great green beast move away, she raised an arm to cover her face from the debris of the dragon's takeoff, then looked over at Kematian and smiled when he spoke. "I think I'll see Alden tomorrow.. and I'd really like to go home as well. Preferably with you." She knew exactly how that sounded. And even though she blushed, she didn't back down as she took Kematian's hand in her own.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Apr 4, 2016 11:21:57 GMT -8
Alden had enjoyed the trip. Though less exciting than the last time he traveled by dragon, it was definitively sager. He thanked the dragon and turned to Moon and Kem. Concluding they most definitly wanted alone time he said his goodbye.
"Yeah sure see you tomorrow! You can come to my house. I have a house now it's weird. Apparently I am not allowed to booby trap it. Seems like a security hazard, but evidently it isn't child friendly..."
He trails off and then stops. He gives Moon a quick hug shakes Kems hand then takes off at a sprint. Time to go home.
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A raven
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Physical Description: A large black bird.
Registered: Jan 11, 2016 22:09:27 GMT -8
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Post by A raven on Apr 4, 2016 15:05:15 GMT -8
The raven arrived a little after the dragon, which was abnormally fast for a bird but no one seemed to be noticing. It circled above the trio.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 11:43:40 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2016 15:18:53 GMT -8
Kematian shook Alden's hand in goodbye, then interlocked hands with Moon. "Home it is, then." He began down the plain to Isra's gates, alongside her. "You know, maybe we should have that picnic tomorrow. It's about time." He seemed quite oblivious as to what was awaiting. <Exit to 77 East Alley> |
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Apr 4, 2016 15:21:53 GMT -8
Moon hugged Alden, then followed Kem, smiling but anxious. "I'd like that." Her wolf huffed an amused sound in her head. If can walk tomorrow. Her cheeks colored. Oh, this was going to be interesting...
<Exit to 77 East Alley>
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on May 13, 2016 20:27:05 GMT -8
A month since the last time she'd been in this plain, the white-furred wolf that was Moonflower zipped out of the southern gate and ran off toward the southeast at top speed, the wind rippling through her fur.
<Exit to Places Unknown>
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Ranith & Ryzith Fletcher
Committed
Dragon twin powers, activate!
Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 26
Physical Description: Fraternal twins Ranith (female) and Ryzith (male) are half-dragons, with white hair, Ranith's being hip-length, Ryzith's short-cut. Ranith's eyes are silver, Ryzith's are gold. They both have light-colored skin, and silvery dragon horns protruding from their heads - although Ranith has a set of two, whereas Ryzith only has the one set. They have two different forms, a more normal humanoid one with only horns visible, and one with scales, wings, and tails. Their scales and wings are of varying colors, while Ranith's scales appear similar to diamonds, Ryzith's are like silver crystals. They are both tall, Ranith an even 6' with her brother being 6'7", but where Ranith is curvaceous and lovely, Ryzith is slim and muscular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Ranith wears a revealing, short, sleeveless white dress, with a grey sleeved coat worn over it and a pair of grey leggings beneath. Ryzith often wears a pair of grey breeches and a grey high-collared coat on top, with no shirt. Both of them despise shoes and refuse to wear them. Ryzith has a large sword made of crystal that he carries with him at all times, worn at his left hip.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 24, 2016 21:31:39 GMT -8
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Post by Ranith & Ryzith Fletcher on May 24, 2016 20:26:33 GMT -8
Ranith was bored. Ryzith was doing responsible adult-y type things, and that was something Ranith had absolutely zero interest in. So she simply left her boring, stick-in-the-mud of a twin to it, and decided to go explore the Free Plain! Her silver-white hair streamed behind her as she soared through the sky, every flap of her great silvery-white wings pushing her easily through among the clouds. The glimmer of sunlight off water drew her gaze downward, and she spotted a small lake ringed by wildflowers. Unable to resist the temptation of a pretty, secluded place to explore, she folded her wings back and swept down toward the ground, her bare feet landing atop a large rock right at the water's edge. Rolling up her leggings, she tucked her wings against her back and, with arms and tail extended for balance (and tongue sticking out of the right corner of her mouth for concentration), she stuck a toe into the water. And promptly squeaked, then laughed at herself.
"Cold! But so pretty." Settling down upon her rear on the rock, she dangled her toes in the water as she began gathering flowers and humming off-key. She was going to make a flower crown! Maybe she'd make one for Ryzith, too, because he hated that stuff, and watching him huff and roll his eyes at her while trying not to smile was immensely entertaining.
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Registered: Nov 22, 2024 11:43:40 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2016 20:36:39 GMT -8
Ruahd was wandering around with no particular interest, paws padding on the grass softly. He could smell the water nearby and was headed towards it, looking for a drink, and then he stopped... was that a half dragon? The furry head of his beast form tilted to the side in curiosity as he watched her - she looked like the polar opposite of the fiery one he'd spotted randomly in Isra.
After several moments of watching in silence, he began to stalk closer in silence - his brilliant hazel eyes watching her back for movement.
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