World Union RPG

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The vampyre and the prostitute

вяαiηpoωeя Door's wide, letting in the cool night air, Rose pulled the lace shrug closer as she poured wine from the crystal decanter. Her eyes focused. /Find a woman named Eve./ Runes voice, so full of worry for her rang out in her mind. Bringing the glass to ruby lips she took a long sip. /Eve.../ the name weighed heavily on her mind. She had no clue where to even start. It wasn't like she could walk around saying she could read people's minds and needed to find a woman named Eve. Anger flared in her, the glass flying across the room crashing into the wall. Her finger's brought up to run through her hair as she paced from one side of the bed to the other. A candle lit next to the decanter, "Where is he..." she mumbled. 

♕ψyтcнĸιng. The light of the candle she had lit dimmed just slightly, as though someone had put a mesh covering over its flame. Kit cleaved from the shadows, pulling his limbs from the Void and forming fully in her chambers. The candle flared back to life, Turning a muted smile, he waved one clawed hand and repaired the glass. It floated to him. "Now," he purred, easing forward, the shadows of the room restless due to his control over the Aether Veil guarding the spirit realm. "How is it that you knew to contact me? Psych-users are rare in the underdeveloped world. And rarer still are the ones who can contact their superiors." He sent a flare across his eyes, curious and dominant in its luster. 

вяαiηpoωeя His voice startled her, causing her to jump and turn to face him. "You scared me." she whispered crossing the room behind him to push the outer doors shut. Slipping the lock into place, she paused at his question. Turning her head, "I dont know." she whispered. "I just... felt you." she turned her eyes up to him. "I dont know how to explain it." a slight shrug she pulled the lace around her tighter. Dominance was something she saw daily, but his seemed... more frightening. "Psych-users." she blinked. "I want to know if it's possible to get rid of it." she blurted out. "Rune told me, about those of Wynterworld, what would happen to me if they found out I could do it. I dont want that. He told me to seek out Eve." 

♕ψyтcнĸιng. Struck, Kit stared at her. He kept quiet for a long moment, contemplating what her knowledge meant. The name 'Eve,' something he had been hearing a lot lately, cemented everything. "I am of Wynterworld, Rose. We're not... all bad. Talking through the mind can be a beautiful thing. Rune and Daimon have that. Regardless of how they met. It's not ideal. But... they have it. I am not a person you should fear. If I may, with your permission, I would like to show you something." 

вяαiηpoωeя "You're not all good either." she murmured gently watching him. "I dont." she looked over Kit. "I should, but I dont." she watched him for a long moment. She slipped up onto her bed crossing her ankles. Reading him for a moment, she felt for his emotions before nodding a bit. "Will it hurt?" 

♕ψyтcнĸιng. Kit had his shields up, coating his outer barriers like steel. "No," he purred. "I'm not. And I'm glad you don't." Softly he nodded. "Yes. It will hurt. But you need to understand something. I won't damage you in any way permanent. Only childs play." 

вяαiηpoωeя Pulling her legs up underneath her, Rose nodded a bit. Staring up at him, wide eyed, much like a child. Wait... was she agreeing to /letting/ this man hurt her?! What the fuck was wrong with her. She took a deep breath watching him, "Childs play?" questioned lowly. 

♕ψyтcнĸιng. Kit crossed the room, coming to the foot of her bed, his blood oranges locked on her lilac skies. With a flick of mental power, like the sort two fingers could do, he shattered her first wall. Her feelings spilled over him--a myriad of colors seen only behind the Ether Veil. "What if I wanted you to hate me?" Kit, all without moving a muscle, zeroed in on the red--her anger--and focused its energy. The color swelled, engulfing green envy and blue serenity. "Fear me?" The yellow next billowing until it consumed most others. Turning an oily, fanged smile, he observed. "Love me?" The smile fell. He took the pink energy, and fed it. She needed to understand. "All this. And I haven't even touched your second barrier." 

вяαiηpoωeя As soon as the barrier fell, her finger's tangled into her hair. As if it would protect her, as if her hands would somehow block him out. Her eyes clutched tightly, her pain turned to anger. Her eyes turned up to him. It showed, then fear Overwhelmed, Rose bit down on her lip as he moved to the next emotion. "K-Kit." she managed, her voice somewhere between the love he was feeding, and the pain she was feeling. Nothing, Nothing had ever felt like this, she felt helpless. Absolutely helpless. Lowing her head to her knee's she rocked slightly, her mind fighting against his. She wanted him out, she hated this feeling. Pushing. "Stop." her voice was a little stronger this time. "Now." 

♕ψyтcнĸιng. Kit released his grasp on her feelings, allowing them to stabilize to mirror her true internal self. "We're not done." Like a child hurtling a rock at a window, Kit's mind reached into her and blew apart her secondary barrier. This, she would feel  as a lancing pain through her skull. /How does it feel?/ he asked into her mind. Stepping to the right, he continued, his presence gripping the strings of her consciousness. Without touching her, he raised her right hand. Her left. Made her lie down. 

вяαiηpoωeя His hold was tight. It wasnt anything she had ever experienced, Slowly her eyes turned up to meet Kits. "What does this prov-" her words were cut short but a shot of pain. Deeper, actual pain. A scream left her lips leaving her gasping in pain her skull felt like it was going to cave in. Slowly her eyes opened as her body moved without her consent. Eyes slowly lifting up to him, as her self hit the sheets. Her chest heaving with each breath. 

♕ψyтcнĸιng. Kit sat down beside her, the mattress giving slightly under his weight. /What you feel is your second barrier. I will not breach your third. These base barriers are weakest, guarding our actions, thoughts, and feelings./ He gradually released his on her like a snake uncoiling from around her brain. "Lie still." Carefully, he stitched her barriers back together, patching them up. His breaks had been concentrated to specific spots. Kind, if one could call it that. "You'll have a bit of a headache for a day or so I'm afraid. I'd like to apologize for that experience. I'm sure it was difficult. I want to offer to teach you psychic defense. Should you master that I will teach you offense as well. If you're interested."

вяαiηpoωeя Slowly, she could feel him, slipping from her mind. Eyes watered and shut, the pounding of her head lulling softly into a dull roar as he stitched the segments back together. Looking up at him, she adjusted slowly. "What?" she whispered, confused, and relieved that he hadn't gone farther. "What would you want in return?" she murmured gently. Bringing her hand up to rub between her eyes. "I dont have much." 

♕ψyтcнĸιng. "Your allegiance," he stated, conjuring a glass of wine into his left hand, tipped with elegant, pointed claws. Thoughtfully, he swirled the liquid in his glass. "You said at the start of our little interlude that you're looking for Eve. So am I. " 

вяαiηpoωeя Eyes traced his features, "..." her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. "And what of those others, what if they find out about me?" she questioned. "Before I ever finish training. They'll kill me." 

♕ψyтcнĸιng. "Rune holds tremendous sway with Daimon. Even if he finds out, he won't be the one to do it. It's far more likely his master will come calling. And, though it churns my stomach to admit, even I can't defeat him. He'll convert or kill you. Yes." 

вяαiηpoωeя "Fan-fucking-tastic..." Rose scoffed. Covering her eyes she took a deep breath, "I... Would love for you to help me Kit." she admitted after a long moment of silence. "But only, only if you promise me. That if something were to happen. If his master were to come. You would end me, before he has the chance." 

♕ψyтcнĸιng. Momentarily silent, Kit eyed her closely, the condition not entirely surprising, but more sentimental than he initially expected it to impact him as. "You trust me that much?" he asked, directing his attention back to his wine.

вяαiηpoωeя "You said you were good." Rose replied. "If you are good, then you will do the good thing. If you are not. Then I have been fucked from the second I met you." Her hand reached out to touch his. "Please. I dont want... I dont want to be used to hurt people kit." 

♕ψyтcнĸιng. Her touch drew his eyes. She was a very interesting individual indeed. Most would willingly agree to anything to save their skin. He stared, expression non indicative of emotion. Mine."Oh very well," he agreed flippantly. "I accept your stipulation." 

вяαiηpoωeя "Thank you." Rose whispered gently dropping her hand to her stomach. "When do we start?" she questioned, reaching above her to grab a pillow and pulling it under her head. Gasping in pain as the sudden movement made her head pound harder. 

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Memories

"To what doth one owe thee thanks..." Azul gazes ventured from the small pooling of his brew to the dark figure hind him. His gesture was anything but appeasing to the mind nor comforting to the soul. It rattled his existence, for the abomination was anything but experienced. Urusal was young. Foolish. Even naive to believe that he could be trusted, but there was nothing more difficult than choosing to be a tool rather than an ally or an aid. Potential, that is why everyone saw within him but he was just on the verge of exploring his own prowess and control over the mystics. His fingers swirled about the water as he felt the pressure decrease. Within the cove, the sea filling to the ceiling was being drained. "Your hiding place permits little security from me, witch. And do not attempt to beckon emotions with that retched sound from your throat. My servants would fetch your tongue and rip it from your body should you even part your lips to do as you'd call, sing" His presence was so demanding and only he could look down at the boiling substance. Urusal's scaly skin fading so that they would not dry out. His soft tones and texture warming with the absence of the cool water chilling his body. Though the other assumed he was far from comfortable, it wasn't uncommon for the sea dweller to scout and scavenge the land. He, however, did hide from sight. Blue eyes ventured toward the ceiling as he took a deep breathe of air in and his back arched, stretching heavily in the hips and arms rose above his head, reaching for the ceiling. "Oh, are we so greatly afraid of my voice, Hellion?" Urusal smirked. "We've made our pact and we've made our deals. You rush what is time sensitive. Do not forget, I have as much at stake as you do." Urusal's grin was toxic, frightening even. So much darkness concentrated in his smaller form that innocence was far from present. It had died the night his life was presumed dead at the bottom of the ocean. Eras Blackshire was dead. His body and soul left at the bottom of the sea where it belonged. It died with his father, with the dignity and respect his people took from him. Yes, gone. His fingers curled into tightened fists as the veins in his hands illuminated with violet energies of his surging power. He was getting stronger with every lesson learned and every tonic created, every incantation recited and every descent into the abyss of his eternal darkness. The other wasn't afraid, yet. "You have a dut--" "Do not remind me constantly, Hades. The fucking deal still stands...." Urusal's voice boomed, ricocheting off of the cavernous walls. The water at their feet began to roll, violently as his eyes were haloed  in a vibrant violet that almost cloaked the entire orbital of his eyes. He cleared his throat and calmed himself. He closed his eyes as his chest heaved, core flexed. He paced a moment, standing behind his boil. The mystical energies illuminated his face eerily. The tails of eels floating to the top while the claws of a lobster was submerged. "There is a debt on the trident. Part of the trident's power is mine and Triton remains safe while the other fraction remains your's as well as his wealth." Hades flenched at the thought of even making such a deal with the Sea Witch but deemed it necessary in order to get what he wanted. However, he planned on foiling the agreement once Urusal was close enough to taking the trident. Triton and all were to be destroyed. It was far too much of a liability to keep either with the possibility of Urusal wielding a small percentage of the weapon's power. However, Urusal had other plans as well. Neither could be trusted and could not trust the other. "Remember witch, you have a side of the bargain to uphold and do not call my name again. I saved you from yourself but I will set it free if you do not remember all of the deal. You will become a slave to my will and all of my desire if you ever cross me." "The threat is mutual but mine isn't a threat. Besides, if you want me, create a line. You aren't the first and you aren't the last to attempt to weaponize me."  His gaze sharply rose from the cauldron up to the man, narrowing sharply. Urusal made sure his point was clear. With the blink of an eye, Hades vanished with the scent of brimstone and sulfur. Glancing about his cavern, a small grin was pierced with the apparent gleam of his pearly white teeth. The receding water gave a shoreline. "I'll be damned. He created something amazing. About as useful as he will ever be."

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Nightmares

Rose and Zazu's bodies laid lifeless next to him, the firehead had his hand around Rune's neck, dangling him above the would be Prince. And his monsterous foot was pinning Urusal to the ground, "Let them go!!" Eden shouted towards Hades. The gods hand merely squeezed the life from Rune, slowly taking the air from the Atlantean. The blonde males lips turning blue as he was tossed over towards Rose and Zazu's lifeless body pile. Just as lifeless as them, "No!! Rune!!" His eyes flashed. The Dark Prince rising from his slumber - black filling them when Rune was killed. Hades let out a gut curling laugh, his foot stomping the sea wizard under his foot. Urusal gave a growl, his chest caving in abit, "Please..don't hurt him.." Ed whispered out in a horsed voice; hostile and angry. Evil essense crowded the daze like area. 'You appear to feel for these creatures..how amusing. Did you not listen to my former mate?! I can smell Kit on you, Eden; Son of Zazu. I know he told you of what I did to him..' The fire headed god smirked abit, his foot closing down on Urusal's throat now. The sea dweller flailed his many arms, wildly. But to no avail, 'You should have listened. He told you I would haunt you until you made a choice.. You must choose..dark or light. Rune and Urusal or Rose and Kit.. The choice is yours, and yours alone. Remember that when these three are pleasing you tonight..' With a start, Eden woke up. That dream had been so real, he could still smell that burning fire. He could still see Rune's lifeless blue eyes. It made his eyes wide and he flicker on the light of his room, next to him in the bed was Rune and Rose. Both sleeping. Both very much alive still. Sweat thick over his brow, breathing hard. Kit had been right. The time was coming to were he would have to choose between the darkness of Rune and Urusal or the light of Kit and Rose. In the end..What path will the bird prince choose? Tune in next time!

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I’m not a thief!

The same small blonde was watching Eden from the shadows. A bigger male standing near her. He was blonde too. Big blue eyes, glasses. Leather armor. The face of a god really, 'Oh Adrian, I sense this man will be more trouble then I originally thought..' Katie told the man next to her, who she had referred to as Adrian. It appeared as if he was her body guard while in this land. Which made sense; Kai and Adrian were blood brothers. Adrian was the youngest though. Also Katie's baby daddy to her youngest son, Andrew. Who hated Adrian and lived with Legion, 'Its as if he doesn't remember how to fight..' Jade eyes locked with that dragon riders blue hues. /I can help, if you'd like?/ The man asked the she demon, a sword locked to his leather belt, as well as a pistol on the opposing side of his belt. Rider had learned to use the gun from an old friend named; Windom Cross. But that was so long ago, and a story for another day. 'Oh! Splendid, I think you will teach him well..' Katie linked her arm with this mans bent arm, her white dress still flowing around her as they stepped from the shawdows and moved over towards where the dark prince was at. Currently, Eden Taka was gripping that stone sword he had taken from the Underworld. His stance was strong and lunging. Perfect for someone born in the Pridelands. His mother had taught him everything she had known. The prince lunged at a makeshift target, groaning as he swung the sword wide, smashing it into the side of the target. Ed pulled back and lunged forward again, cutting deeply into the target. Had it been a person, the target would have been dead now. Katie slipped free from Adrian, who took a very military like stance. One hand on the handle of his sword on his hip, the other behind his back. Feet parted abit. Then she stepped towards the prince she had met once before, just a few weeks ago when he was freed from Hades, 'Hello, Dark Prince.' Her hand touched his shoulder and Eden froze, he instantly knew the females voice, hazel eyes gaze to Katie then to the militant like man and back. "Katie..what do you want now?" His tone bothered by her mere presence. Which she gave a gut turning laugh. Almost evil to the ears. A laugh she had learned from her father. 'I have come to help, watch your tone dear prince, I'd hate to send you back to Rune and Zazu without a tongue..' The woman told Ed, jade eyes of hers flashing red, then they flickered over to Adrian, 'I will count to three, Adrian here will come at you with all he has. Defend yourself, Voel.' Before Eden could object, Katie lifted her hand and counted down from three with her fingers. Adrian behind her gripped his sword, withdrew it when she got to two fingers, then at the sight of three fingers, he leaped up, over the tiny girl, landing afew feet infront of this prince. Eden's eyes fazed to black and he lifted that stone sword of his - it was coated in a blackened like mist now - and swung at the larger male with a growl. Adrian moved with skill. Skill that had only come from training with Kai and Rune. The dragon Rider swung back, their swords colliding in the air, Adrian's eyes didn't faulter. He just grinned from behind his glasses, the sound of metal hitting rock echoed within the Pridelands and Nethers. Eden drew back, shuffling forward, now stabbing at the blonde male with the end of his sword. Adrian hopped back and smashed his sword into the hard rock covered in a black essence. The rock shaped sword crushed into pieces. But the sword just grew back within the princes hands. As if the metal sword hadn't smashed the rock into pieces. At this, Adrian laughed, slipping his sword back to his hip, taking that straight stance once more. Katie was clapping now when she watched the dark birds power recreate the Underworld rock sword. 'Well done Addy, well done Prince Eden. So, the rumors are true.. You stole a demonic power from Hades..' "I didn't steal anything!" 'By escaping the River, you stole!' Katie instantly responded, jade eyes still red - her hand finding the dark Prince's throat, that hand giving a squeeze, cutting off Edens airway. Adrian's eyes darted to Katie, he moved towards her, his hands finding her shoulders - where he caressed gently to calm the small she demon, /Easy, Katie. What if Kai finds out you killed a prince before he even showed up?/ Adrian's voice gentle and soft. Which caused Katie's eyes to fade back to that jade color, blonde hair falling into her face as her hand loosened around Eden Taka's throat. After the thought of Kai's face when finding out she had murdered a man filled the woman's mind, she actually let Ed go and stepped back, her arms curling around her own body, just nodding. Eden fell to the ground, breathing heavily. Her strength had nearly crushed his esophagus. He crawled back and away from the two, a hand touching his throat, black eyes narrowed now, "Who is Kai?!" Was all the man could ask, small hand shaped bruises forming on his neck where she had been holding. Adrian waved off the Prince's question, holding the she demon against his leather armored chest. And Katie didn't speak, she and the dragon rider just disappeared. Leaving the dark prince to catch his breath and think on how he had just been spared by the daughter of Satan himself.

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Revelations

Wearing a loose pair of silken trousers and a top that covered only what societal modesty required, she covered herself in a dark red cloak. The color in a language that was now forgotten was sangoire, a deep red that bordered on black. Just before dawn she’d found her way to the livery, borrowing a horse for the day. She rode out at a flat gallop, eyes closed, luxuriating in the feel of the wind blowing over her face. It was a rare moment of freedom, a day without clients or other tedious mind numbing appointments. Letting go of the reins, she let her mount have his head and just run. Opening her eyes, she watched the dark scenery pass her by, letting the stallion that she’d been told was named Darkness choose their destination. Finally the beast slowed, stopping beneath a tree that had long been dead, gnarled branches reaching toward the heavens. “Yes, this will do. Well done brother.” She crooned, dismounting, running a hand along the equine’s long neck.

Tossing the cloak across the saddle, she loosely looped the reins around a low hanging branch. Moving slowly and with great deliberation, Vivienne moved through the first steps of the kata that her grandfather had taught her so very long ago. “This is called the Dragon’s Dance, and it is only fitting that I should pass it down to you.” His deep voice was ingrained into her memory. She remembered sitting at his feet, watching him in avid awe as he moved through each motion with a fluid grace that she envied. Taking those lessons and making them a part of herself, she was able to discipline her mind as well as her body. All the sparring, weaponry, and hand to hand combat training had molded her into a living weapon. A weapon that you father would have given anything to control. The thought came to her mind unbidden, because she hadn’t thought of him in years. Not since that last cataclysmic fight that had resulted in her severing his head from his shoulders. She would not be controlled. Not by her past, her father, or any being alive. She was fire, a hurricane, a force of nature that could not be bowed and cowed.

Her movements became faster, almost as if the muscle memory were trying to force out the actual memories that plagued her in her darkest nightmares. “Sweating can purge the dark just as well as bloodletting. Never forget your lessons. You’ll need them Vi. A storm is coming.” Legion’s words echoed in the deepest recesses of her mind. He’d known. He had known all along that she would end up here. This is what she had be working for her whole life. This was her purpose. This was her home now. Pausing, she tilted her head back, body shimmering with a deep red aura. A smile crossed her lips and she let the transformation take her. Thin, svelte body became hard muscle and sinew, willowy arms and legs rippled with muscle. From her shoulders great leathery wings unfurled. Launching herself skyward, she pumped her wings once, twice, three times and broke through the cloud-bank overhead. A jubilant roar of triumph boomed from her. She had finally found where she belonged, and it was glorious.

It was well after nightfall when she returned to Slake. Normally after a day like this, she would be exhausted, weary down into her bones. But she wasn’t. It was almost as if she had a boundless supply of energy. As she made her way back into her rooms, she sensed that she was not alone. Opening the expanse of her vast mind, she probed the area. “You might as well come out. I know you’re there. And if I couldn’t sense you sugar, I can damn well smell you.” She voice was barely an octave above a sibilant whisper, hissing in the dark. The drapes that covered the door leading the balcony opened and out stepped….

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Vampyre

“Theodora, calm yourself, its just-“

“But Eva! They’re gunna hurt her!” With a drawn out sigh, the eldest of King Orynn’s four witch daughters breathed out a chuckle, arm positioned around the torso of the youngest princess, holding her from her heroic mission. “Evanora… Help the piggy…”

“Theodora, that is a boy… and, um, well, he is dinner. This is natural, would you keep the lion from killing the lamb?”

The two witchlings were still very young, Evanora herself barely breaching the point of adolescence, Theodora, a child, oh so naïve in her sisters eyes, however, even more so was she precious.

Theo squirmed in Evanora’s arms, a pout settling upon her lips, large, doe-like brown eyes peered upwards, “Save him… I don’t wanna eat a piggy. I wanna make him my friend. Like the lion made friends with the lamb.”

“Oh, Theo…” Another voice, Glinda, the blonde appearing from behind the gates, “Come now, we mustn’t be here. If father realizes we’ve been out in sight of-“

“But the pig…” Theodora whined again, averting her gaze as a horrible cry came from the kitchen, silencing the animal forever.

“Oh for the love of Oz… Theodora, look at me.” Evanora chided, crouching before her, “I promise you, this is natural. This is life, the pig eats the grass, we eat the pig, and when we die, we are buried, to become the grass, that the pigs, and goats, and cows eat. Okay?”

The three were just outside of Jade Castle, Evanora and Glinda had been released from their studies, all to spend a well deserved night with their baby sister, Theodora.

The little princess that had been locked away like something out of a fairy tale, for her own protection. She was far too curious, naïve, innocent. She made an easy target, and with troubles along the western border, the King wasn’t necessarily wrong for keeping a watchful eye over her. Though, there were times, times when a sort of rebel instinct kicked in- seemingly, when she was with Evanora.

Oh, how that sweet little girl looked up to Evanora, she saw something absolutely enchanting within Evanora, something exciting-exhilarating. She wasn’t evil, she did study the dark arts, yes, but Theo never considered her to be ‘evil.’ She was good, but she didn’t have to be pure to do good.

For some reason, having a bit of a dark side was something that Theodora envied.

Inside, Evanora took it upon herself to steal some sweets and pastries from the kitchen, while Glinda comforted Theodora that the pig felt no pain, though with some difficulty, considering the little screech it emitted at the point of death.

“Even if he did, I can tell you, he isn’t feeling anything now. Or ever again.” Evanora chuckled lightly, plopping herself down across from Theo, unraveling a towel full of pastries.

“Evanora!” Glinda shot her sister a look of disapproval, her normally calm features furrowed in distaste, “She’s never seen such a thing, do not joke about its fate.”

“Oh, relax, look at her… She’s forgotten already…” With an elegant roll of her eyes, Evanora nodded towards Theodora, where she had eased the pastries towards herself, and begun to feast on the bounty. “Save me some, little lamb, or I’ll have to eat you, instead.”

“Evanora… Are you trying to upset her?” Glinda pressed her inner palm against her forehead, appearing to almost feel the need to mumble a few obscenities towards her opposite.

“I told you to relax! She’s fine.”

The two continued their light bickering, as Theodora naturally zoned herself out, into her own little world, she just couldn’t help but wonder… “So who eats the people?”

“W-what?” Glinda blinked, seemingly a bit taken back by the mere innocence of such an inquiry, her soft blue eyes flickering towards Evanora’s, filled with what could have been worry.

Evanora cracked a mischievous grin, leaning forward across the blanket to brush a strand of the young one’s hair behind her ear, away from her face. “I suppose we could tell a few stories tonight, of the Vampyre…”

A sharp gasp, one of horror, the swan turned on the raven, blues bubbling with disbelief- fear. “We are forbid-“

Evanora silenced her with a sharp whip of the wrist, and another masterful roll of the eyes, emerald hues resting upon little Theodora, “It is just a story, don’t you want to hear it, little lamb?”

Curiosity burning in her gaze, pastries abandoned, the girl nodded, fixating her dark eyes onto the eldest of the three, listening as the tale began.

“Blood mine, blood thine, blood ours…”

~*~

Present Day

Theodora woke with a start, an odd, crawling sensation drabbling along the inside of her throat, couching softly, she realized the source; crimson speckled her hand, blood fell from her nose, the warm syrup having had trickled back into her throat, causing her stomach to clench, unsettled.

She stood quickly, to wipe the mess away, to thwart the dull throbbing headache that began to form just beyond her eyelids ad temples, only to realize that she wasn’t home at all.

She was much, much closer to home than she realized.

Her fathers study, locked away behind closed doors, making up a wall within walls inside of his private chambers. Theodora often found herself, here, since his death, since she watched the strongest man she knew, the first man she loved, crumble beneath her fingertips.

How?

That had been the question, how could he have fallen ill? Of all the people in Oz, their King? Her Father? The man that people literally referred to as “father time,” gone? Because of asickness.

No, it had to be different. It just had to be… None of the healers knew of what ailed him, she herself had made sure that this news never left the castle. Oz wasn’t ready to know this- the death of their King meant weakness, both in the mourning of his children, and militarily for his Kingdom.

Especially with the oncoming war, presented to them at the-

Doom…

“Malice…” The name left her lips like that of a curse, her jaw tightening as the pieces of  fake puzzle began to play inside of her torn apart mind, “father didn’t like you… he didn’t like Kovu…”

Now she was just being ridiculous, thinking such a thing, that Malice could have staged an assassination…

Not at a meeting so full of, well, mega-magics themselves.

Revenge was the sweetest poison, the reasoning she had for so quickly wanting to point a finger towards the unknown, to blame an outsider. How did you avenge someone who was killed by means of a disease? There was no proof to track a killer, no reasoning to suspect anyone from the small, well, alliance they had… somewhat?

No, it was all a joke. This must have been punishment, for opening the borders, for letting the sins of the outside world seep into Oz, and now it had murdered their heart. Soon, the cells would begin to die, and the Emerald City would be in disarray. They needed to heal, they didn’t need a war…

Theodora had watched her father fight a losing battle for his life, she had seen the hungry fight a losing battle of starvation in Netherworld, and she, as a little naïve witchling, had seen that pig lose a battle against a knife.

All of it was plain to see, easy to see, it was all inevitable death. Why add to it? Why must she feel so inclined to help these people?

“What do you owe them…?” Sighing, the brunette dropped her forehead down to rest in her hand, elbow against the wooden desk. When her eyes finally flickered open, she realized what she had been reading before succumbing to sleep- Vampyre.

But Kit Suede was just a myth, he wasn’t real.

Then again, most of the world didn’t even know whether or not she truly existed, up until her little trek into Netherworld.

Momentarily, her attention flickered up towards her fathers bed, neatly remade since he had last lain in it, where he had passed. Where she had…. Helped him pass.

She felt the sting of tears falling down her cheeks, just then, crashing into the books cover.

“Blood mine…. Blood thine…. Blood ours.”

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UPDATE: Kovu

"Once Upon a Dream" -- IN PROGRESS.

Dragon's Peak

[Some time ago...]

Kovu stood over the crypt, Flame's Heart and Lord Malice's scroll dangling from his grasp. Battling apprehension, Kovu filled his chest and staked his claim.

"Stand I at this, the cusp of fate.

Help me, Aether, before Tyme too late...

to protect, to provide, to devour to divide.

In life's defense, let Beast reside.

Give me power to save my home.

Create, in me, molten vengeance and chrome.

Scales for skin to climb the air.

Burning soul forever bear.

Grant me Fire, bleeding league and flagon.

Birth me hence--Order of the Dragon.'

During "Prince" Kovu’s Journey to Doom

[Two Years Ago…]

(Yes, I posted this part previously. But I'm still putting the episode together.)

The crunching of footsteps approaching caught his ear--sharp with practice and mistrust. Yanking his greatsword free from between his shoulder blades, Kovu pivoted toward the treeline.

An old man quickly cowered from him, hunched in half with skin brittle as bark. He raised his hand—palm turned out and knobby fingers splayed in surrender. The other hand clutched a wooden walking stick, shoulder height, that looked like it had seen more miles than Kovu had hairs on his head.

“Woah, son. Didn’t mean any trouble,” the old frog said, his voice gravelly with age and dust. “Just passing by.”

Already on edge, Kovu snarled and sheathed his sword and rolled his shoulders. “Obviously.” He turned back to the gravestone and crossed his arms, glowering at the crooked, weather worn stone. A feeling of familiarity gnawed at him mercilessly.

“You visiting anyone in particular?” asked the old man, coming abreast him and staking his stick into the ground to make a resting place for his cracked hands and snow-bearded chin.

Pricked by annoyance, Kovu replied curtly, “Naw. Just… thinkin’.”

“Do that a lot?” the old man asked after a moment, an annoying glint of humor in his voice.

Kovu rolled his eyes, insides writhing with self-disgust and mid-fed fire. How many people had asked him that? To use his head? To think before he acted? He had failed in every single task he had set out to accomplish, from rescuing Kiara to saving Pride from Mufasa.

“Doesn’t matter.”

The old man craned away, taken by a coughing fit. Kovu stilled, battling a burning ache to move, to act, to do something. “Sure it does,” the old man choked out.

A breeze swayed the grove of pines and aspens encircling the small clearing, rustling leaves in their last weeks of life.

“Anyway. Funny how you’re so intent on this old thing.” The old man extended his hand and tapped the gravestone with the tip of his walking stick. “Doesn’t even have a name on it.”

“Yeah. Well,” Kovu snapped. Having bristled for no good reason at a man who didn't deserve his scorn, he lowered his voice. “I’ve seen it before.”

“Have you now?” asked the man, eyeing him from creased eyes and wiry brows. “Here?”

“No.” Gritting his teeth, Kovu struggled to see it clearly. “Maybe? ... I don’t know.”

The man chuckled. “Then I think you may be in the wrong—”

“In a dream, old man,” Kovu sneered, tensing so tight that his knuckles whitened. “Only in my head.”

“Ah.”

Squinting, Kovu scrutinized the marker. “But it’s all wrong.”

“Why’s that, lad?”

“Cause in my head, there’s a name on it.”

He chuckled. “Maybe you saw it when you were a little one. Been a few years since then, I wager.”

“No,” Kovu stated, swallowing another growl.

It had only been his twenty ninth birthday this last month. But he knew the sun and stress hadn’t been kind to him. He had been raised in the scorched wasteland of Netherworld. That being said, he had never seen a place like this while awake.

“Rasputin,” Kovu stated. “It said Rasputin.”

“mm,” the old man hummed, adjusting his stance.

Despising the patronizing sound, Kovu cocked his jaw. “Why are you still here?” he asked lowly, impatience inching up his spine.

“Took a boy here once. Confused. Hurt. His father had been snatched from him. Royals saw him as many did. Sorcerer. Witch doctor. Demon. Had him executed. Several times. Boy was pretty broken about it.”

“I'm not in the mood for your tall tales, old man.”

“Of course, of course,” he assured, lifting his hand to bat away the words he had spoken. “Just interesting, is all.”

Kovu struggled not to roll his eyes. “What is interesting?”

“Rasputin. Means muddy road. Dark path. Black ride. Just, uh… seems a bit like a way you’ve maybe been down once or twice?” He turned a tired, oddly familiar smile.

Reminded of too many dying faces from home, Kovu averted his eyes. “You have no idea.”

“You may be surprised. But, I’ve said enough. You’ve got thinking to do.” With a gentle pat to Kovu’s arm, the old man hobbled by him. “It was Okaen, if you want to know,” he added with his burdened back turned.

Stiffening, Kovu listened closely. “What was?

“His first name. Means ocean in some languages. Forgiveness in others. Most just called him Kai.”

Wyrmm's Labyrinth

[Present Day…]

Groggy and sore, Kovu shot upright, chest heaving while the old man’s voice dissolved in his ears. “I remember,” he choked. “I remember!”

From his stool beside the bed, Kit rolled his eyes and corked a vial between his fingers as he turned toward a cabinet laden with other bottles. “Well, huzzah.”  

Turning his head to a second figure, Kovu saw Rune’s beguiling blues beaming down at him. Kovu slumped back with a sigh of relief, relaxing. “Hey.”

The diamond eyed creature nodded in the gentle, kind way he usually did and took hold of Kovu’s hand, his touch warm and firm somehow soothing him.

“Did you get the name on the gravestone?” asked Kit, the musical clinking of glass on glass accompanying his eerily fluid movements.

“Yeah,” Kovu reported, cracking his neck. “Don’t suppose you have anything that could wash that shit syrup out of my mouth?”

Without a word, Rune tucked a flask into Kovu’s hand. The acrid liquid burned away any remnants of the sour elixir Kit had brewed for him. As he swallowed and lowered the flask, his attention came to focus on a third figure. Hunched. Snowy haired. Bent over a cane and fixing him with a weary, familiar smile.

Startled, Kovu’s back quickly found the headboard.  “The fuck!—You?”

“Me,” rasped the old man, grinning. “Been awhile, lad. You may not remember, but we've actually met again since our first chat.”

“What? No we haven't. When the hell did you hobble in here anyway?” Kovu spat, alarmingly weak. He felt like he had emptied every tavern in Tartarus last night.

"I do not hobble," the man groused.

“Ko. You’ve been abed for a month, luv,” Rune revealed, resting his hand on Kovu’s shoulder, steadying him.

“A month?” he croaked back.

“Since we met here, yes,” answered Rune.

"Well, fuck..."

“You’ve got a thick skull. It took a great many potions to pick your brain,” muttered Kit, his face more wrinkled than usual as he rapped his knuckled against Kovu's head.

"Bleeding Nether! I already feel like I fell down Devil's Divide! Give a guy a break." Kovu swatted at him and grumbled as he rubbed his noggin.

“Well then. Say it, Kovu,” Kit instructed, crossed his arms.

"Say what?" Kovu sneered, struggling to sit up.

“The name he told you. The one on the gravestone. Say it.”

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Meeting the female morning star

When Eden was spit out into the Netherlands, awaiting him was a tiny blonde girl with jade green eyes, a flowing white dress. (Due to complications ooc, Legion is Katie's father. And Hayato doesn't exist to her. Anyway, on with the story.) The Son of Zazu gazed through a blurr. The female stepping towards the man, 'Careful handsome, you wouldn't wanna throw up..' Her tone airy as she offered a hand to the large male. She pulled Eden to his feet with inhuman like strength. The bird arched a brow, pulling his hand back from this unknown woman - his arms going out abit to catch his balance. That was when the dark pain would fill him, coating his very insides with an evil feeling. Dredd. Hate. Anger, "Who are you, woman!?" The she demon laughed, jade eyes flickering red and back to that green color again, "Mind your manners, dear boy. I am Katie. (Use to be Valo) Daughter to Legion Morningstar. That man you just ran from? He is an associate of my father." She spoke with such respect for her father. And utter hate for Hades. No doubt she didn't care for this underling that watched over the River Stixx for Satan himself, 'Funny thing, I am sure my father knows you escaped. Luckily I arrived here in the wind of an old friend of mine.." It was normal for Katie to check up on her best friend, Kai when he would reappear from time to time. She must have sensed him somewhere within these lands. "You speak as if I know these names.." But he did know these names. He knew of Legion. But how could she know that. 'Ah, you do know of my father. How cute..well I am here for you merely because I feel it is nescessary to let you know what has happen to you..' "How do you know all this?" She waved him off, her dress flowing in breeze around him, 'Look, I don't have time for questions, just listen. Hades took your soul. For my father. No, I can't get it back. And Hades wants your hide.. But because I happen to be my fathers favorite, I can get rid of the bounty from Hades..' "There is gonna be another but, right?" He asked, rolling hazel eyes abit as he watched this woman circle around him as she spoke. 'Of course, sweetie. You will live like this. You will never get your soul back. Not ever.' She stopped giving a grin and a finger wave. And just like that she was gone. Leaving Eden stunned by her revelation - the cold from the Nethers following her leave and blow along his flesh as he stumbled along towards the border to Pride. In search of his mother.

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UPDATE: (Kovu)

Two Years Ago…

(During "Prince" Kovu’s Journey to Doom)

The crunching of footsteps approaching caught his ear--sharp with practice and mistrust. Yanking his greatsword free from between his shoulder blades, Kovu pivoted toward the treeline.

An old man quickly cowered from him, hunched in half with skin brittle as bark. He raised his hand—palm turned out and knobby fingers splayed in surrender. The other hand clutched a wooden walking stick, shoulder height, that looked like it had seen more miles than Kovu had hairs on his head.

“Woah, son. Didn’t mean any trouble,” the old frog said, his voice gravelly with age and dust. “Just passing by.”

Already on edge, Kovu snarled and sheathed his sword and rolled his shoulders. “Obviously.” He turned back to the gravestone and crossed his arms, glowering at the crooked, weather worn stone. A feeling of familiarity gnawed at him mercilessly.

“You visiting anyone in particular?” asked the old man, coming abreast him and staking his stick into the ground to make a resting place for his cracked hands and snow-bearded chin.

Pricked by annoyance, Kovu replied curtly, “Naw. Just… thinkin’.”

“Do that a lot?” the old man asked after a moment, an annoying glint of humor in his voice.

Kovu rolled his eyes, insides writhing with self-disgust and mid-fed fire. How many people had asked him that? To use his head? To think before he acted? He had failed in every single task he had set out to accomplish, from rescuing Kiara to saving Pride from Mufasa.

“Doesn’t matter.”

The old man craned away, taken by a coughing fit. Kovu stilled, battling a burning ache to move, to act, to do something. “Sure it does,” the old man choked out.

A breeze swayed the grove of pines and aspens encircling the small clearing, rustling leaves in their last weeks of life.

“Anyway. Funny how you’re so intent on this old thing.” The old man extended his hand and tapped the gravestone with the tip of his walking stick. “Doesn’t even have a name on it.”

“Yeah. Well,” Kovu snapped. Having bristled for no good reason at a man who didn't deserve his scorn, he lowered his voice. “I’ve seen it before.”

“Have you now?” asked the man, eyeing him from creased eyes and wiry brows. “Here?”

“No.” Gritting his teeth, Kovu struggled to see it clearly. “Maybe? ... I don’t know.”

The man chuckled. “Then I think you may be in the wrong—”

“In a dream, old man,” Kovu sneered, tensing so tight that his knuckles whitened. “Only in my head.”

“Ah.”

Squinting, Kovu scrutinized the marker. “But it’s all wrong.”

“Why’s that, lad?”

“Cause in my head, there’s a name on it.”

He chuckled. “Maybe you saw it when you were a little one. Been a few years since then, I wager.”

“No,” Kovu stated, swallowing another growl.

It had only been his twenty ninth birthday this last month. But he knew the sun and stress hadn’t been kind to him. He had been raised in the scorched wasteland of Netherworld. That being said, he had never seen a place like this while awake.

“Rasputin,” Kovu stated. “It said Rasputin.”

“mm,” the old man hummed, adjusting his stance.

Despising the patronizing sound, Kovu cocked his jaw. “Why are you still here?” he asked lowly, impatience inching up his spine.

“Took a boy here once. Confused. Hurt. His father had been snatched from him. Royals saw him as many did. Sorcerer. Witch doctor. Demon. Had him executed. Several times. Boy was pretty broken about it.”

“I'm not in the mood for your tall tales, old man.”

“Of course, of course,” he assured, lifting his hand to bat away the words he had spoken. “Just interesting, is all.”

Kovu struggled not to roll his eyes. “What is interesting?”

“Rasputin. Means muddy road. Dark path. Black ride. Just, uh… seems a bit like a way you’ve maybe been down once or twice?” He turned a tired, oddly familiar smile.

Reminded of too many dying faces from home, Kovu averted his eyes. “You have no idea.”

“You may be surprised. But, I’ve said enough. You’ve got thinking to do.” With a gentle pat to Kovu’s arm, the old man hobbled by him. “It was Okaen, if you want to know,” he added with his burdened back turned.

Stiffening, Kovu listened closely. “What was?

“His first name. Means ocean in some languages. Forgiveness in others. Most just called him Kai.”

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Silly Boy, Tricks are for men.

"Well aren't you tasty looking little thing? Come here beautiful, let me show you what a real man looks like." A male's voice called to her over the din of the crowd. Vivienne rolled her eyes, and turned to face the man addressing her. "Little me? Oh I don't know about that. You're so big and scary looking." Her voice was trembling with feigned fear. She'd never actually felt that particular sensation before in her life, but she was an excellent actress. "Yes, you. You're such a tiny little thing, like a pretty porcelain doll." When would men learn that women didn't want to equated to objects, especially a child's plaything? Forcing her gaze down, her cheeks flushed almost on cue. The paragon of feminine modesty and shyness. "Well I don't know. I was waiting for my father to get here, and I don't think that I should just go wandering off with a stranger." A scowl crossed the man's face, expression darkening. Vivi could smell the rank odor of cheap booze and stale pipe weed on his breath, barely able to contain a shudder of disgust. "Stuck up little prude frigid bitch." The man snapped, reaching for her wrist with one massive mitt. Allowing herself to be jerked toward him, her features changed from demure modesty to outright malice. "You think that my presence in this brothel instantly equates consent? That you can just touch and grab whatever you want? By the sound of the coins in your purse, you couldn't afford me if I worked in a gutter." Her lip curled in a sneer, reversing the hold that he had on her arm, viciously twisting his arm behind his back. "Now, if you're a good boy I won't hurt you. Just humiliate you in front of everyone. I'm sure that your ego can take one or two jabs." He was now pressed belly to the bar with her directly behind him. "Fucking bitch you're out of your mind." He barked, her grip only growing that much tighter at his words. "Oh darling, please tell me something that I don't already know. I've been out of my mind for ages, and it's only just now that people are catching on." She purred against his ear, lips curling into what could be described as a feral sort of grin. It was at that moment the man bucked, throwing his head sideways, slamming directly into her face. The one handed grip on his arm began to constrict tighter, taking great pleasure in hearing the tendons creak and bones begin to snap under the force she exerted. "It isn't nice to put you hands on a lady without her permission. Now I have to punish you." She growled. Turning his head, he glared in her face, spitting on her. "Ya ain't no fuckin' lady. Psychotic harpy cunt." He rasped. Her free hand coiled in the long greasy hair that cascaded down his back, driving his face into the bar itself. "I've just shattered your wrist with one hand, and you still thing that it's a smart thing to insult me? You really are as stupid as a post aren't you?" Looking around, she saw that the room had gone silent, all eyes fixed on her and the man. "Walk away now. Just leave. Out the door, and don't come back." She muttered. "If you do, this goes no further than it has already." She purred, voice like poisoned honey, sweet and deadly at the same time. He looked up at her again, bleeding from a cut across the bridge of his nose, one eye swollen and turning a deep shade of purple. "M'sorry. I'll go." He mumbled, looking down once again. "An apology even? Well bless your idiot heart. Now go." Releasing him, he staggered to the door, clutching his wrist and whimpering like a cowed dog. Humming softly to herself, Vivi looked at her hand, making a moue and calling in a nail file, smoothing out a rough edge. Settling back on the bar-stool she'd been perched on, she took a swig of bourbon from the bottle in front of her. "Vivienne Michaeli Ashriel, what 'ave I tol' ya bout roughin' up the clientele?" That voice and that tone made her drop her head slightly. "M'sorry Papa, but he was rude. Very rude indeed. Touching without paying, and he definitely had his sight set on the wrong girl. He wanted some meek submissive dormouse. I'll be in my room." Without another word, she dropped from the stool, bottle dangling from her fingertips as she made her way up the stairs.

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Where did it all go wrong..?

Sunday morning - Uru awoke feeling refreshed and energized, dragging herself from the bed, trying not to wake her sleeping consort as she slipped from under the silk sheets and into the adjoining bathroom where she had her morning shower, applied her eye-liner and headed out of the room and down into the kitchens on the ground floor of her castle. The young Queen still couldn't fathom just how much her kingdom had grown in the last year and a half of running it. Uru knew if her grandparents or even her parents could see just how spetacular a ruler she was, she knew they would be proud of her. In fact, Uru had made plans to visit the Netherworld and her mount was already tacked up in the stable awaiting her arrival.

The young Queen rode on for hours, but Famine made decent time in arriving. The foul stench of death entered her nasal cavities and Uru was disappointed to learn that not much had changed at all since her departure. However, she was thrilled to enter the throne-room and found not only Scar on the throne, but Zira had returned as well, it seemed! The girl was over the moon to see her pseudo parents again and made it known as such - though politics had to be spoken about, with Uru informing the Netherworld rulers of an alliance she sought to make with them. "An alliance?" Scar had asked her, eyes narrowed quizzically and she nodded. "Yes, I've made my own kingdom in the neighboring territory. I want you to know that the Mistlands and the Netherworld will always be allies in times of need - and everyone here is welcome to enter my lands without threat. I told you I was going off to find a better land, more resources.. My land has more than enough to sustain both our kingdoms right now! There's tons of trees and game, as well!" She added, green eyes pleading with the male to accept her offer - but she was sent away with Scar's promise of 'talking it over with Zira' first, and she nodded and left.

Uru paused at the border of the Nethers and Pride, peering out across at the lush greenery that lay on the other side, it was downright pathetic at the desert-y terrain that the Nethers had to suffer with while the Pridelanders were practically revelling in food and water! The thought made her bitter as she turned Famine and headed off, back towards her own territory.

Monday night - Desiring a walk through the woods, Uru left Famine ground tied at the tree-line before heading down the dirt path on her own, one palm subconsciously sliding across her abdomen and a silly smile blossomed across her lips - how long had it been since she'd felt this happy? Uru couldn't recall a time when she'd done nothing but smile and be pleasant, but here she was! Everything seemed to be falling into place for the young Queen - her kingdom was successful and thriving with life, as were her lands. She was currently carrying the next generation, and she had a lovely young man at her side - Kibwe wasn't her King, she didn't think he'd want the title nor responsibilites of assisting her in rulling the Mistlands, but she wouldn't ever replace him as her adviser or consort.

Foot-steps were heard behind her, the young Queen whipped around with her dagger drawn for protection against a possible attack - but it was only Kibwe. "Hey, I was just thinking about you!" The brunette purred, pocketing her dagger as she floated across the ground, pecking his lips in a greeting kiss - but before her lips could press to his, she suddenly felt a white hot pain scorching through her body. Green eyes glanced down, his sword was buried half-way through her stomach - he withdrew it a moment later to walk away wordlessly, leaving Uru to drop to her knees on the ground, coughing up blood onto the forest path-way. The young Queen slowly fell back, her head making contact with a rock and she could feel her head beginning to ache. "Why.. Kibwe..?" The brunette coughed, wiping the blood away with the sleeve of her dress, she could see black patches forming in her line of vision, eyelids fluttering shut and the Queen allowed her subconscious to claim her. ηєthєrs ℓιght

It wasnt often Adisa was home anymore. After the squabble at the bar, it was easier to not face anyone. Fingers traced along the trees, eyes watching for any game. Anything she could cook up, her stomach rumbled lowly and one small hand covered it. "I know, I know." she muttered lowly to herself when she heard quick incoming footsteps. Thinking it was something, anything she could cook up, she lowered herself to the ground. Watching the man vanish into the trees. "Curious..." she muttered lowly, if it was a kill, he didnt take it. He must've not known how to cut them. She could easily take the edible parts of any animal, and be gone before he got back! Stepping carefully, Adisa listened, she paused. Her heart sinking to her stomach. Eyes scanning over the woman, "M-...Mama?" she whispered falling down next to her. Adisa could heal herself, but she didnt know if she could someone else. Her finger's pressed to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, her other hand feeling for any sign that the woman was alive. "MAMA!" she nearly screamed.

-sтυввσяи,

How long had it been since the attack? Uru wasn't sure. She could hear a voice in her ear and a hiss left her lips as her eyes opened to see Adisa standing over her, trying to stop the bleeding. So it wasn't a dream, after all.. Uru growled against the pain, though a sudden surge of panic began to fill her body as she glanced down - her unborn? Was it okay? She couldn't feel movement and began to think the worst, her face paling whiter than usual. The brunette's green eyes settled on her daughter's face and she gave her a drowsy little smile - "I'm glad I got to see you again." Her voice was hardly above a whisper. Her left palm lay on her stomach, hoping to any power that potentially existed that her child would live, even if she didn't. 

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Adisa couldnt help it, the swelling in her heart. No, she couldnt lose this woman. The one that had loved her so much, but there was so much blood. Oh god, so much blood. "Mama I dont know what to do!" he voice broke "Please tell me what to do." Adisas voice fell to a whisper, her fingers kept pressure on the wound. Tears stung her eyes, and she brushed them away with the back of her hands. She watched Uru's hands, and put her other hand ontop. Pushing power into her. No, she may not be able to heal Uru, but Adisa was a magical battery... maybe Uru could do it herself with Addi's help. "Mama stay with me, please."

-sтυввσяи,

Still the brunette grimaced against the pain, wanting to get away from it all but forced herself to lay there, though she was heartbroken that Adisa had to see her this way. Uru was always meant to be the tough one. Her eyes fell shut, though she was still breathing.. just barely, anyway. The blood was leaving her body faster than Adisa could try to staunch the heavy flow, but Uru refused to give in! She still had SO much to do and she couldn't die, not yet! "It's going to be alright, Addi. Just.. keep pressure." Uru didn't care how badly it hurt, there's no way she was going out this way! She could feel the light flowing through her body, but she couldn't manifest the power to help heal herself.. However, the light was absorbed into her body and began to spread - not by Uru's doing, but the child that was growing inside of her womb, he was helping his mother and sister! 

ηєthєrs ℓιght

Adisa broke into a sob, Keeping pressure with one hand. Eyes watching the woman. Where was papa when you needed him? She felt it, the way the magic was absorbed.The light flowing through the woman's veins. "Dont die mama..." she sobbed.

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Adisa

Hitting the ground, Adisa gasped for air. The blow had hurt more than she thought it would. Above her left eye, a cut dribbled blood down her face, the warmth snapped her back to reality causing her to suck in a breath.

“What I thought. You are just another little bastard playing royalty.”

The man hissed. The words stung, golden hues turned up towards him.

“Something else to say little girl?”

he snapped impatiently.

“Let me have her.”

A second voice chimed in with a groan, Adisa instantly felt sick.

“You idiot, that’s a deathwish and you know it. If Kovu didn’t kill us Sala defiantly would.”

Said the first man.

“Her mother was a whore, I just want to know if she’s as sweet.” Continued the second man. The knot in Adisa’s stomach snapped, and her dagger went flying through the air. Embedding itself in his neck, he stumbled back into a chair, blood bubbling, the man choking on it in his futile attempts to get air. As she stood, light bleed from her fingers. Slowly downward, twisting, and shaping into a whip. A snap of her wrist, and the first man was on his knee’s desperately trying to pull himself free, his finger’s phasing through the light.

For a moment Adisa didn’t feel like herself, her fingers coiling in the light she gave a sharp pull and a snap filled the air the man crumbling to the ground, optics wide in shock the light dispersing back into the air. Her wrist went to the wound above her eye, wiping in a frantic attempt to stop the bleeding. Others in the bar were either staring in awe, or looking down into their ale to avoid eye contact. “Sorry bout’ the mess.” Adisa murmured miserably to the woman behind the bar and quickly turned on her heels to leave. A few paces, and Adisa crumbled into sobs, Arm’s curing around her protectively, she had just killed two men, and despite that, she didn’t feel sorry for them. She felt sorry for herself, for what her anger was doing to her, for what she was becoming.

Collecting herself, Adisa wiped at her eyes and quickly hurried home. Avoiding everyone in her way, especially Sala and Kovu. She couldn’t stand the thought of how they would look at her when they found out. Afraid that they would be disappointed in her, afraid of how differently they would look at her, no she needed to keep to herself, she needed to protect them from what she, herself, was becoming.

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