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1 Times of Change on Wed Jan 25 2017, 00:55

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Anaya: The guards at the doors looked at the animal boy fellow and seeing clearly this thing was not a threat in any way so they allowed it in slowly opening the door to it, it looked male so one softly patted its little head and allowing it to crawl inside.  In the kitchen Samuel Softly he put his arm around his adopted daughter and held her to him as they walked over to the back of the kitchen. “you know my dear Ana I do truly wish to spend time with you, get to know you, all of you, we could be grand friends you do know but I do feel within you there is fear of me, or some sort of disdain for me, and I truly do not know the case of it. I care for you, my daughter, and more than my daughter, I do hope you know how much I do faun over you, I would never wish harm upon you” he said softly as he walked and turned with her over around the table to the door leading back to the kitchen. “please go see your mother, you have not seen her much, I have had a gift made for you, I will leave it in your chamber room upon your bed, I am sure you will enjoy it. Handcrafted all the way from the south. ” Sam opened the door for Ana as he allowed her to go, enjoying the fact he could assert his place upon her showing her he could have her if he so wanted. Anaya looked over to the kitchen door and smiled at Samuel as he gave a polite smile back and gave Ana a light tap on the backside as she went on her way. Anaya looked to Ana and nodded her head as she picked up the leather book and flipped some pages “miss Raven...” she paused for a moment taking up a necklace out of the pages of  the book. “if I remember correctly this was your mates, he had it around his neck at the coronation. We thought he left with you and the rest of the guests but it seems a body was found in the dungeon, found with gold in his fingers and this around his neck. I am sorry but the spiders got to him wall he seems to have tried to steal the crowns gold ” she moved and got up slightly taking the hands of miss Raven and placing the necklace into her hands “I am sorry my dear but this was all that was left of him. The panther can come with you if you wish, I am sure she will be a needed comfort” she nodded her head. “he will rest in peace in the beauty of death” she moved back to her throne flipping some more pages, the floor was to be waxed this evening, carpets cleaned, castle cleaned, and kitchen stocked and Sam and some guards were to go hunting for fish and meats, it was listed boar. putting the cuffs on without question and she picked up the bag by the handle “a slave does not need earthly possessions, you can get it back once you have served your time here. But what is in the bag you seem to want it so much”


LilDolly: *Ana didn’t know what to do as Samuel guided her small frame with ease. She didn’t fight him. She let him guide her. She listened as Samuel spoke, nodding to him. She knew that if he wanted he could take her and there wasn’t a single person who would stop him. He didn’t need to remind her of this. As he speaks of a gift she nods again before she speaks up, “You didn’t need to get me anything, but thank you kindly Father.” As he pushes her through the door she looks towards her mother, trying to make sure the fear in her eyes didn’t show, and attempts to move away from Samuel as quickly as she can. She nearly trips over the hem of her own skirt as she quickly makes her way to her mother’s side, cursing in her mind not wanting to make herself out to be a cluts, bowing as she gets closer, still trying to keep herself calm even though it felt like her heart was going to rip through her chest, to show respect. She takes her place at her mother’s side, falling as still as a statue until she was to be dismissed by her mother.*



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2 Re: Times of Change on Wed Jan 25 2017, 23:06

Anarial quickly nodded to her mother, coming before her she bows, not fully processing what was just being said. That she was being shipped off to a foreign country, to take it over and rule it under her mother’s banners. She straitens herself and speaks up, “Of course Mother, your will my hands. I will leave at once.” She caught what Samuel was doing out of the corner of her eye and she had a very odd feeling that it was due to her being sent off so far. She also now had the command to take a mate and she wondered if that was part of the reason for Samuels sudden mood change.  She moves too quickly remove herself from the room, not acknowledging any of the others in the room. She knew she could easily pay for the rug the new slave had ruined and taken the slave boy with her, possibly saving him from becoming a dragon’s meal but she wasn’t sure if she should or not, it was something she would have to think on. As she gets her set of rooms she pauses and looks around, it was all finally hitting her. She couldn’t run anymore. She couldn’t hide. She was to be a Queen. She was to rule and take care of an entire land. She wastes no time, she wanted to get to port before the sundown. She starts to quickly pack away her belongings. Putting her clothing in several chests she then moves on to packing away her weapons, everything from the collection of poisons, her throwing stars, her bow and arrows, and her collection of daggers. She then pauses as something catches the corner of her eye, the gift from Samuel, she steps over to her bed and picks it up, it was a beautiful handmade jewelry box, she gently strokes her fingers over it, admiring it before she ever so gently packs it away, making sure that no harm would come to it. She then sets about finding all of her hidden chest of gold. She was rich of her own accord, having spent years doing contract kills and rescues to raise her own money. She then pauses the thought of the new slave crossing her mind again, she knew Samuel may try to use that slave like the last male slave which would lead to his death. She sighs, hating having a conscience she now worried about the boy. She finishes collecting everything from her room having all but two of the medium sized chest of gold taken out to be loaded onto her carriage. She then has one of the guards come to help her take the last two chests of gold down to the throne room so she can speak to her mother. The idea had crossed her mind, she was going to a new land, one with new threats, people she didn’t know, and people who may want to kill her. She wanted to take a handful of people with her to assure her safety long term but she would need to make sure her mother approved before she left with them. She walks into the throne room with her back straight and head held high, figuring it’s better to start sooner rather than later to start acting like she was of the royal family. She walks up to her mother, bowing before she speaks up, “Mother, it’s come to my mind that I should need to take help with me. Ideal I would like to take a cook, and a handful of slaves. I would like to buy the new boy as well. I have enough to pay his debt for the rug as I am sure you know.” She then motions for the guard to step forward with the chest she speaks again, “You’ll find between the two chests one hundred and fifty thousand gold coins. It is my home that this is enough for all that I ask.” She glances towards the new slave, partly wondering how he would take to the fact that she was about to take him far away from these lands and across the world. Then she guessed he should consider himself lucky, not many slaves ever got to travel that far or see half the things he was about to see.




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Anaya: Anaya stopped as she looked to her daughter, the one child like boy had gone to the kitchen to eat and was now fully out of view with the other guards with him. And there was Samuel standing a way back he had paused form his want to go to the kitchen as it seemed he wanted to overhear matters. And there he was standing only feet behind Ana, hearing everything and now glaring to the new slave boy and breathing down Anas neck. “i will take care of this my sweet you have some paper work to handle” Sam said as Anaya looked at him and lifted a brow. “she can take the slave boy if she is willing to pay for him Samuel, you do not get to fuck the life out of something another wants, you can take the coin to the hold” Sam was girting his teeth hard, Anaya was a bit away and could not hear it but it was sure with the fact he was right behind Ana she could. Samuel's green claws moved to Ana’s shoulders as he griped a little harder than one would want him to. “for sure… My ..love” he said as the hot breath and heat coming off him was rising. “I simply want to wish our daughter well and see there safe depart, and I will take the gold as instructed to the hold” Anaya nodded her head and moved to go to her study along with the children that had already left them all and bashed into the doors and left. Samuel moved and turned Ana around looking at her his green eyes bright. “you have sealed the slave boys fate” he moved and wrapped his arms around her as his lips were only inches from her ear. “the boy will be dead before next month. And I will see you the next time I go hunting” his voice like that of a snake. But his words were not of anger, but he was hurt, he wanted her to himself but now she wanted a male slave, he saw it as compaction, a clear object he had to remove from the equation, not now , but in time, the next time he was to go hunting to the sea for fish he could detour the trip and go see the other land mass, he had been there a couple of times already and held a hidden base there that only he knew of. He looked into her eyes as he let go of her form the embrace “but why him?”
 
PestControl: The slave looked at Ana with his enormous, strained purple eyes. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’ll go with her. I’ll need my clothes, though.” He’d turn to his pile of clothes he’d just left on the floor before he even got an answer. “Still wear the rings, right?” He immediately bent down for his goggles to put them on first. He was visibly much more comfortable with the dark lenses over his eyes. He turned back around when they started talking about his… fate. He didn’t interrupt or anything. Just raised a brow. When Samuel closed in on Ana, the slave gritted his teeth and turned his head towards her mother. He’d accidentally made a habit of looking to her for approval, or just to get a read on how normal these situations were. What did this young Pest Control specialist get himself into this time? Interestingly, he forgot all about retrieving his clothes. He was just listening intently – oh, never mind. They were whispering. The slave turned merrily around back to his clothes while the savage was bragging to his daughter about how he was going to brutally murder him. The timing was really, really perfect. He missed the whole thing. By the time, Samuel asked, “why him?” he was putting his earrings back in. The slave was still naked, even as well-endowed as he was.
 
As Samuel came up behind her she keeps herself strait, well as straight as she can as Samuel’s hand grips onto her shoulder. She swallows hard and winces as he tightens her grip. She had a feeling she knew that her mother knew what she was attempting to do with paying for the boy’s debt. She nods to her mother as she walks off towards her study. As Samuel turns her around she tries to keep her face as plain as she can. She looks up to him with her soft eyes, she then swallows hard as he whispers into her ear her gaze flicks over towards the boy she had just bought, confident that she was doing the right thing. Once he finished speaking, she speaks up in a hushed tone, “I believe Mother will notice if your gone to long, and with me being so far away, it will be awhile before you make it out that way. As for why I am taking him with me, partly because I need servants that I can trust, ones that I don’t have to worry about trying to betray me. But the other part of me is taking him so he doesn’t become food here, for the little ones.” She left out the part about Samuel attempting to sleep with the boy and how that would kill him. She then smiles and speaks up a bit louder, acting as if Samuel had not just threatened the boy’s life, “besides I would be happy to see my Father once I’m settled in.” She completely dismissed the threats still as she looks over to the boy and speaks up as she moves to take a step towards him, “You, boy, what is your name? I can’t go around calling you slave. And for the love of the gods please put your clothing on.” So long as Samuel let her take her step away she would move to walk towards the boy, if not she would be stuck for the moment standing in Samuel’s grip. The guard setting down the two chests of gold before heading off to do his rounds.
 
Anaya: Samuel could see the slave moving and with a move of his hand in a very rapid single motion he took a claw slit his wrist and a shoot of acidic toxin shoot from him and landed right on his pants and top. The acidic unknown toxin eating the fabric like it was candy floss in water “you get nothing slave boy, walk in the cold with nothing on your ass, let’s hope the frost bites that pecker of yours right off” Sam gave a laugh as his bright green hues shimmered in the touch light. Black hair slung over his face as he looked to the slave, if his disgusting rod touched the sweet peddles of his Ana he would make sure the whole realm would see the insides of that vile peasant slave. As he stood beside Ana still holding her for a moment by the waist line “I will see you in three weeks’ time, about, I told Anaya i would be gone for a long hunting trip months ago, I never set a date with her, now I know the date” Samuel could not hold his temper at all at this point and letting go of his daughters hip he on mistake ripped her clothing, but thank the heavens he did not break her skin. He turned around as he allowed his wrist to bleed onto the floor the drops eating into the stone before he walked past a curtain ripping the side chunk out of it and wrapping it around his hand. As he vanished and went on his way he went outside, dropping down to his knees in the snow after walking a bit away from the castle its self the snow around him would melt. As he let out a war cry his skin being stripped from his body as the war cry changed to that of a beasts roar. Within moments Samuel who was once a man was dripping green and covered in scales as his red-hot hide shimmered in the snow. The back legs of the 80-foot-long red Wyvern pushed himself from the ground as he smashed his head into a old watch town they never used anymore, the stone being sent flying as one of the trolls screeched and ran from the frenzy of pissed of Samuel. He shot himself up into the air his massive wings pumping as he vanished to go blow off steam in the mountain ridge eating and burning everything he could see.


PestControl: The slave looked at his new mistress who’d just told him to put clothes on. “Oh, uhh…” He took a moment, clearly making up a name off the top of his head, “Kuuu… Kul’ich. No, I don’t know…” He shook his head clueless before bending down to grab his pants off the floor, only to see his pile of clothes covered in acid. His pants, boots, belt and socks melted right there on the spot. His coat, though… the acid rolled right off of it. Shrugging, he looked at Samuel with a cheeky grin. “Fire resistant and hydrophobic. Gotta love the feathers of a Fireduck.” What the hell a Fireduck was a question probably saved for another time. He picked up his jacket off the floor, his earrings eyeing Samuel like a hawk. The slave didn’t know what he’d done to piss this creature off, but the time had certainly passed for playing games. The lingering smile on his face, though, told a different story. “I’d like to think I’ll be keeping myself too warm for my ‘pecker’ to freeze off.” He looked at Ana. There’s no way to tell whether he did or not, but I like to believe that under those goggles, when his life was in as much jeopardy as it was, he took that moment to wink at her. Just to piss Samuel off when Samuel had just literally caught him with his pants down.


*Ana winces as her clothing was torn, grumbling softly as her dress was now going to need to be mended but she would save that for once she got to her new home, the sooner she got the boy out of the castle, the better. Once Samuel had walked off Anarial walks over to the boy, pulling the cloak off her back and puts it over the boy’s shoulders, over his jacket to make sure the boy was full covered and sighs, “Do not freight, Samuel will calm down in time and here soon we will not be here, as for your name, we will come up with one in time, don’t worry over it. Before we leave you need to go speak with the other servants and get yourself some new clothing, once you’ve done that make sure to get food in your belly and get a drink or two. But be sure to be ready to leave in a bit, if not, you may become food for my father.” She turned to head off towards the stable after she spoke, leaving the threat of him becoming dragon food linger, figuring it was enough that the boy would be ready and waiting for her.


Anaya: One of the children coming out of the study Noki trotted down the hallway looking for her dad, she gave out small chirps but he did not come. And form the sounds of outside he was out for a bit, Noki grumbled more, as she let out a high-pitched screech Anaya coming over fixing the glasses on the bridge of her nose as she flipped some papers in her hand “what, what is it my dear” she said not even looking up as Ryu was still in the study. She looked out a window seeing Samuel vanish into the distance as she grumbled “guess something angered yours father my dear Noki, he will be back later and i will get him to play with you, he is to take you and your brother out to play in the snow later and he knows that it is a date he can’t miss.” she moved and ran her fingers along Nokis large proud horns. “you will be so beautiful once you grow, a true gem” softly nuzzling her cheek against her daughters she moved and grabbed a guard’s helmet right off his head with a light laugh taking it in her hands and tossing it to the baby dragon as Noki jumped up and grabbed it in her jaws crushing it. The guard laughing as he watched his helmet get played with like a ball. “she will have a good bite my lady for sure” “as long as her brother does not beat her to her meals she will grow up mighty fine Gustave” Anaya said to the guard as she smiled and then walked on past him. Noki still playing with the helmet and rolling it along the floor Anaya did not want to fully sit down so just sitting on the edge of her throne wiggling her bare feet on the stone floor she went over her papers and fixed the glasses on her nose. “maids roll up the carpet will you” the maids around all at the same time with giggles in between responded with, yes, my lady then went to work rolling up the carpet, three maids doing the job to roll up the massive thing laided across the floor.


PestControl: “Right,” he said, bowing his head to let Ana get moving. Once she was out of the room and the lady Sif had entered, he’d nod his head back to her as if he didn't hear her objectify him. That's when he made his way to the kitchen. When he arrived, he realized he wouldn’t even get a chance to clean it. He laughed quietly to himself while he fetched himself a bucket of water. Now that he was here, he realized he was completely dehydrated. He poured the bucket onto his face, spilling --… very little, surprisingly. He drank most of it in one gulp, with only a bit spilling down his beard, neck and torso. He still wore that blanket as a cape over his jacket. At least he still had one thing to his name, right? Out of breath, he put the bucket down. “Give thanks he didn’t rip it to shreds,” he said to himself, alone in this kitchen. He dropped his head because he was a little tired. It was only then that he realized the chainmail on the jacket was partially melted, anyway. “Oh, damn.” He’d have to stop by an armorer to get it repaired. Maybe he could pick up some other tools, as well. The slave swatted at his inside breast pocket. The coin purse he carried was, indeed, still in there. “Oh, yeah. I’m going to have to make that errand.”
 
-END OF RP -
 


After she finished handling business with new slave she heads to the kitchen, packing her own baskets of food. She planned to take three, filled with fresh bread to try and make it last as long as possible, a large array of dried meat, anything from dried boar meat, deer meat, and some dried fish. She then piles so fresh fruit into the baskets, sealing them up and having them sent out to be loaded onto her carriage. Once she was satisfied with the kitchen she heads out the back door to the stables to get her beloved clades dale. She nuzzles her face against him before she speaks up, “Get ready my beloved, it will be a long journey and I doubt you’re going to enjoy this one. But I will not be departing from you, I swore long ago to never leave you behind and I need you with where we are going.” She gently pats his head smiling softly before she goes about making the stable help, help her pack enough oats, hay, and sugar cubs for two months, just in case something was to go wrong. She has them take those supplies to the carriage as she sets about packing away her riding gear, his brushes and the oils for his coat into a chest, locking the chest before she carries it to the carriage herself with her beloved horse following close behind her. As she gets to the carriage, she puts the horse’s things up onto it, securing them into place before she starts to go around the carriage, being heavily paranoid as she double and triple to make sure everything she needs is secured onto the carriage and nothing was being left behind. She makes sure the slaves were secure, they were all riding in a second carriage, she didn’t need any of them falling over dead on this trip so she planned to take care of them. She didn’t bother to make sure that the newest slave was there, if he wasn’t there he was left to be a meal for Samuel. To make sure they had enough food, water, and rest so they wouldn’t fall over dead on her. She locks the carriage the slaves wherein and moves to climb up into her own carriage, pausing to look back at the castle she had learned to call home. She was going to miss it, miss her freedom to come and go as she pleased. She knew this change was for the good as much as she disliked it at the moment. She suddenly felt a flood of emotions but she keeps her face straight and plan, not letting the emotion show as she feels the urge to cry. She slides the rest of the way into her carriage and shuts the door, the signal for the convoy to set off for the coast. She closes her eyes and starts to breath, it was still cold outside, a bit nippy for her liking so she tugs her cloak around her small frame to keep herself warm. She had chosen to ride alone, wanting to think. The ride to the coast was bumpy, rough, and overall uncomfortable, she hated to travel in a carriage but it was the easiest way to get everything she was to take with her to the coast. She fidgeted with the hem of her dress as she gets lost in thought. She wondered what this new castle would be like. It was on part of the world that hadn’t really been explored yet. It was foreign to her, and so where their customs. She knew she was about to step on a lot of toes and that she had to make it known she was not to be messed with right out the door. She was going to be close to one of her Mothers biggest enemy’s so she would need to watch her back. 


She was lost in thought as they arrived at the port town and she cursed as she realized it was too late to leave port on a ship. She grumbles and heads to the ship she seemed to like the best, a smaller ship she knew would make the trip faster. She speaks with the captain, securing her spot and her staffs spot on his ship come day break. She pushes several extra gold coins into the captain’s hand as she discusses not letting anyone know who was aboard the ship as well as for him to take the quickest route he could across the ocean. Once her business with him was settled she headed to the Tavern, taking her handful of help with her and pays for them all to have a meal. The Tavern Owner was thrilled to have one of the Queens children in his Tavern and had no problem keeping the drinks and food coming for her small company of people. She didn’t allow any of them to have mead, she needed them all up bright and early at daybreak for their departure. She has them all turn in late, heading up to their set of rooms. Anarial lays in bed, tossing and turning for most of the night. She manages to get a few hours of sleep but was up before daybreak, waking up everyone to get downstairs. They all eat bowls of porridge before she hands the Taverns owner a large bag of gold, knowing it was more than her bill but she figured he could use the extra bit of gold, after that they set out to the ship. With the help of the ship’s crew her belongs and that of the slaves were on the ship in no time. Just as the sun starts to slide up she was making sure that everything she brought with her was now on the ship, and she made sure that the help she brought with her had a room beside her own small room. Once she was happy she made sure that the captain knew she was ready to depart. Her mother’s men stayed with the carriage until the ship had left sight and was well on its way. They then rode hard back to the castle to inform the Queen that her daughter was on her way, and that they had personally made sure she was off. 

She had never been on a ship before and it was horrible to her. The first week one the ship she spent mostly in bed, sea sick and restless. She wasn’t use to being stuck in such small space. No matter how sick she became she made sure the servants with her had enough to eat and where at least semi-comfortable.  During week two she got over her sea sickness and was now moving around a lot more. She was clearly restless and she could swear she was losing her mind. She tried reading, playing cards, and sleeping but very little helped to relieve her boredom. During the third week, she became extremely moody, very snappy, and ready to rip people apart with how restless she had become. But just as the week ended the coast was in sight, she had finally arrived. 

Once the ship was docked she was pacing about, and so was her beloved horse. They were both going crazy and wanted to stretch their legs. The ships crews as long as her own help quickly worked to unload her belongs onto the docks. She then has final words with the captain, giving him extra gold for how quick he got her here. After she finished speaking to him she got someone to agree to loan her two carriages and had all of her things quickly loaded up onto the carriages. She takes the time to go into the ports Inn, changing her attire to better fit what she was about to do. She slides on a floor length black dress, her black riding boots, her jeweled arm bands, she locks her choker around her neck a large emerald now dangling just above her chest. She then brushes out her hair, sliding her head circlet on, she preferred that over wear a crown on top of her head. She then takes several moments to braid her hair, letting it hang over her shoulder before she slides her heavy cloak on over her head, hiding her small figure from everyone. She then steps back out from where she had been changing and looks to the Innkeepers, speaking out bluntly she says, “Your new Queen thanks you for allowing me to use your chambers.” With that she turns and walks out, leaving the couple dumbfounded, their jaws on the ground. As she gets back to her company of people and the carriages she nods and the banners of Iron where unraveled. Causing many people to suddenly turn their heads suddenly confused. Her beloved stead then walks up behind her and she smiles gently patting his head before she climbs onto his back, causing her to tower over just about everyone, including the carriages. The hood of her cloak falls down onto her back, her elven ears showing now. She glances around to the people of the town before she clicks her tongue at her stead heading off towards her new home. Towards the castle, she was to take over. She knew she had made an impression on the port town and word was going to spread like fire about the new Queen’s arrival. 






It took four hours to arrive to Stoivania, and Anarial was quite annoyed at this point. She had kept perfect posture the whole way and she wanted it to be over.  As the castle comes into view she inhales deeply, it was beautifully, it was more than what she had wanted or expected. As soon as they get inside the gates she jumps off her stead and pats his head, she orders her things to be sent to her new chambers. She turns to the rest of the people, demanding that they leave her stead alone, she would handle him herself. She heads into the castle, swing both of the doors open she quickly makes her way in and is meet by the head guard. He was a tall and muscular man, his skin was dark causing his pale blue eyes to stand out and Anarial couldn’t help but stare a moment, her mother’s words to gain a mate running through her head now. She shakes her head to bring herself back to the present. She orders him off to collect all of the servants, cooks and guards. She then heads to the throne room and takes her place on the head throne, causing many whispers as they wait for her  to speak up. She takes notes of the two other head people, Alice, the head of the servants. She was a short and fat women, ill-tempered and Anarial had a filling that she would be taking the women’s life soon. Then the head of the kitchen comes to her, his name was Oliver, he was a short fat man who stuttered and quickly darted off to hide behind other people and tries to keep out of sight. Once they were all there she would speak up, standing before them all. She holds up the papers she brought with her, stating that she was now the ruler here. Once she finished speaking she looks about and flat out asked if anyone has issues with her claim. Seven people shouted out in outrage. She glares at them but keeps her cool and then speaks up, demanding the two maids and five guards be taken down to the dungeon in shackles to be dealt with later, she’d come up with a creative way to handle them as well as make sure anyone else who had issues would be punished as well. She then sets about to make the castle her home, demanding that all of the old king’s belongings be taken outside and burned, she had the former mate of the king’s things packed up to be taken back to her Mother’s castle. Once she set everyone about to do what she had demanded she heads to the center of the castle and takes a few seeds out sighs softly she plants them in the soil there, whispering a chant in her elven tongue above them that would cause them to grow into a full tree of her homeland before the night was over.  Once she was happy with everything she headed up to her chambers, unpacking her things and calling it an early night. Crawling into bed and deciding to handle the rest of the issue tomorrow. She knew the servants she brought with her would need a day or two to adjust and she would too. Easily drifting to sleep in her new massive, four post bed.



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3 Re: Times of Change on Fri Jan 27 2017, 04:18

*Anarial yawns as she gets up, she was still adjusting to sleeping in such a large bed. Since she had started sleeping in the bed she kept finding herself waking up on the wrong side of the bed, the first night she woke up on the foot of the bed and today she woke up on the floor. Apparently, she rolled out of bed. She grumbles below her breath, “Why do people need such large beds?” She was sore and stiff and now grumpy. She then gets up off the floor, stripping herself of her sheer night gown and tosses it on the bed, figuring a maid would be through to clean the room, make the bed, and would put the gown up. She heads to the closet and grabs a lavender dress figuring it would make her silver eyes stand out. She slips into the dress with ease, leaving her feet bare as she slips on her jeweled arm cuffs and her head circlet. She lets her hair hand down around her shoulder freely, the heat making it frizzy and she didn’t feel like fighting with it. She then heads to leave her set of rooms and at the door she was meet by the head guard Avery. She smiles brightly to him before she speaks up, “Good Morning to you Avery, what brings you by so early?” She could swear she caught a slight blush spreading on Avery’s cheeks as he then speaks up, “Good morning my Queen, I thought I would come to escort you to breakfast.” Anarial nods once and moves to loop her arm through his and they walk towards the dining hall in silence, both slightly flushing.


Guest_PestControl: In a chamber in the dungeon, the slave in black’s bright purple eyes popped open as if he’d been having a nightmare. Without hesitation, he sat up. His head turned to his half-asleep colleagues, all flailing for the match box in the perfect darkness. “Gentlemen,” he said, before leaning down and picking his goggles up off the floor. He fitted them over his eyes as a slave with a Mohawk hairstyle lit a match. “Dammit,” started the Mohawked slave, “why’n the hell can’t we be upstairs with the rest of the staff?” The slave in black got up after pulling on his pants. “I don’t know,” he responded, automatically. That’s when the slave in black pushed the door open. Every other slave in the dungeon was already upstairs. “Well, we’ve got another late start to the day,” he calmly said, as if it didn’t certainly mean lashings from the driver. The Mohawk slave shook his head in shock. “Are you joking?” The slave in black leaned down again, his scars on his back showing. He picked up his jacket, looked back and nodded at the slave with the Mohawk. “I’ll see you up there. If you get caught, tell them to look for me.” He started upstairs. For god’s sake, the queen was probably already eating. The horse was going to be unfed and furious during her morning ride. He gritted his teeth as his pace quickened. This was going to equate to a lot – A LOT – of lashings. He didn’t know why, but he decided to stop into the kitchen to help serve the queen. Since the new ruler had taken over this castle, the whole thing was getting sparklier and sparklier. Especially the kitchen and the horse barn, where the slave in black spent most of his time. The chef tossed him a plate the queen would be eating off of this morning. The slave in black scrubbed it for a few seconds and afterwards, it was like looking into a mirror. The plate was almost glowing. He gave it back to the chef and patted him on the shoulder. “You going to the fight after dinner?” He asked the chef while he wiped down the glass she’d drink out of. “No, no,” he said, probably anticipating the loss of his shirt when they bet. “Well, I’ve got my money on the one with the goggles.” Said the slave in black, who, I’ll remind you, was wearing goggles. He put the glass on the table before throwing the towel at the chef, playfully. “Well, I’ll see you around. I’ve got a royal hoof to kiss.” He left the kitchen, deciding to cut through the dining hall as a shorter route to the stables.
 
Anarial smiles, feeling like a teenage girl with a crush as she was escorted to the dining hall by the guard, her mind pausing for a moment as Samuels threat to show up suddenly bounces through her mind, the time to where he was supposed to come was quickly approaching and she knew she needed to keep the boy out of sight. A soft sigh escapes her lips causing Avery to pause and look towards her, speaking up in a gruff voice, “Is something the matter my Lady? You seem troubled.” Ana takes a moment to debate on telling him, finally settling on telling him the short details as the finish their walk to the dining hall, her chambers seem to be as far from the throne room and dining as they could be in this massive castle. She tells Avery about taking the boy with her, and how it had enraged her adoptive father, about his threat to come and make sure the boy died. As they get to the dining hall the guard pauses at the door scanning the room to make sure that there were no threat and that’s when she spotted the slave she brought with her, near perfect timing. “You, boy.” She cursed herself, wishing she had a name for him but she went with what she had. “Why are you in here? You should have been out to the stables already. Your to be out there before day break, wither its storming or not. The horses all get pissy when they’re food is late.” She was trying to think of the best ways to keep the boy out of sight and that’s when an idea hits her. “Also, I’ve decide I want the stables completely cleaned out, including the empty stalls, and freshly painted. Clearly with the storm you can’t start the outside but you can tend to the inside.” She realized how demanding she sounded, but frankly she didn’t care at the moment she was trying to keep the boy alive.
 
TheLadySif: Diliria stood, leaning against the frame of the kitchen door, watching the hustle and bustle of the early morning duties. In her hand she turned over and over a stone on a chain as her eyes glazed unfocused into the room, back to the dining hall. Everything had gotten so exciting once the new Queen arrived, and she had hoped to get on her better side. Unfortunately she was unable to get close to her, not even having seen her yet. Her mind turned with her thoughts, she had come to be a guest at this castle due to her own maneuverings of her husband, but her goal had yet to be achieved. She shifted her gaze to the floor, thinking of the sister she had trailed this far. A sneer crossed her features for an instant before her soft features calmed back into the sweet expression she usually wore. She had everything under control at the moment, her husband still foolishly let her roam under the belief that she played a part in keeping the Arctic Elves in peacetime. As a concierge for her people, she had been only the second ice elf to leave the North, second to her twin sister. Just the thought of the wench escaping sent a chuckle to her lips, causing her to roll her eyes and turn, still leaning on the door jamb and trail her eyes into the dining hall. She sat up, interest in her eyes at the woman she saw off near the entrance and smiled lightly.
 
Guest_PestControl: The slave boy simply nodded as she spoke. Good thing, too. He’d had no idea it was storming out. The queen would not be seeing her horse for a ride today, so he might be able to get away with a lie. With a straight face, he explained, “I was just stopping in for… water. More water for the horse. I’ve been up since dawn.” His eyes were obscured by his dark lenses, but that’s when he looked to Avery to see if he intended on ratting him out. He looked back to the queen, his voice starting to let out a sentence. He knew Samuel had threatened him, so he wanted to ask about that whole fiasco just beyond the horizon. He’d ask about Samuel’s likely method of attack. He’d ask about potential strategies for counterattack. But it was no topic for breakfast. “Very well, your highness.” He bowed his head, letting out a sigh as he brought himself back up. He turned, then, to head back onto his path toward the stables. He thought while he was on his way whether he needed to feed Avery’s horse. Sure, he had to… but did he HAVE to? He’d put his hands in his coat pockets after he scratched behind his ear nonchalantly. “I think there’s already paint out there…” he said as he made his exit. When he made his way outside, he pulled his jacket over his head. The water pouring down bounced off his coat, not getting an inch of him wet. Finally, he was in the stable. Now he’d get to work, safe and sound.
 
Anarial partly wanted to doubt the boy’s words, he was new to slavery and seemed to have a way about him that needed to be broken. She would have words later with someone who handled the slaves in regards to having him trained properly. She leans up and gently kisses Avery’s cheek, her own flushing softly, “I hope to see you again soon Sir Avery.” With that she had dismissed the head of guards and turns to take her place at the head of the dining hall. Her long elven ears flicker softly as people start to pour into the hall, to get their breakfast and start the day off. Anarial didn’t have to tell the help what she wanted for breakfast, it had been a smart idea to bring a cook from her mother kitchen to here with her. Once she had settled down in her chair her bowl of porridge and a few slices of bread had been brought to her she quickly sends the maid back to the kitchen to fetch her a fresh cup of tea. She starts to pick at her porridge, her eyes drifting over everyone in the room, the slave boy now out of her mind for the time being. Her eyes catch the elf and she does her best to not stare granted she wasn’t used to seeing another elf’s all that often, she would make sure to speak with this one later. Most of the people in the room where staring towards her, they had only seen her once before today, and that was her arrival day, she was used to being stared at, but she wasn’t use to the whispers about her that seemed to be floating around.

 
TheLadySif: Lifting her chin just a tad, she caught the eyes of what she had easily deduced was the Queen. A light smile played over her lips as she let her gaze drape over her. ‘A young, slight thing. Very pretty. How… interesting.’ She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned her head back against the frame, laughing lightly before pushing off and sauntering slowly across the room. As she passed, she nodded to a maid in passing greeting, ran her fingers down the hair of another then winked to one of the manservants at the opposite side of the dining table. They each, in return lowered their gazes, a couple with blushes. She did so enjoy that endearing quality that she had instilled in a few of them. Switching her gaze to her target, she slowly walked up to Anarial’s chair, casually walking past and around it. She let her fingers play along the top edge of the chair before settling down in another seat close to her. She did not eat much as a female ice elf, but moved some food around on her plate with a fork anyway. She smiled down into the meal then swiftly moved her eyes to Ana. The sweetest of expressions, innocent yet with a cool type of mischief in her eyes. She lifts her chin to look at her directly and speaks. “Our lovely Queen graces us with her presence, how has it been these past few days?" Her voice was light but the other chatter lowered a bit as she spoke enough for just the Queen to hear
 

Anarial watches over the room as she picks at her food, the elf moving towards her catches her eye but she does not blatantly stare. Her ears flicker slightly, making sure to observe how the elf interacts with the servants, suddenly getting a bright idea about the new slave. She pauses midair with her spoon as the elf takes a seat beside her. She was still working to learn names and ranks of the people here, she had never really been good with name but she at least tried. She nods to the elf as she speaks before setting her spoon back in her bowl, takes a small sip of her tea and then speaks up in a hushed voice, “I have been well, attempting to adjust to the new castle, unpacking my things, and working to study what I can about this place. I don’t mean to seem rude, rather I’d like to be blunt. I noticed how you were with the few servants on the way over here, are you any good at training them? Or.. well breaking them?” She had a slight hope that this female may be her solution for the boy, maybe if he was trained by the time Samuel showed up, and she showed little to no interest in the boy perhaps he may end up living. As she waits for her answer she takes another sip of her tea before setting the glass back down on the table, moving to fidget with the skirt of her dress.
 

EreshkigaI: A loud crack that mimicked the sound of a whip ripped through the whole forest, perhaps even being heard through the castle and the nearby village. It seemed as if something had torn through the thick fabric of dimensions and realms soon birthing a woman onto the muddy ground. Her attire was queer looking aside from the fact that it was now soiled with mud and a bit of dry dirt. She was adorned in fiery red and obsidian black drapery, beautiful silk crimson ribbon's wrapped around her upper torso, a corset tightened against her chest, she loved the pressure but at this time it didn't make it any easier for her to breathe, swirling through a vortex of time and space meant no air for countless amount of time, and even if it were second's it sucked the air out of her lung's and pushed her through the ripped hole in midair, then slapping "Mother fu-" she stopped talking for a moment as she sat up on her bum, pulling rocks and sticks out of her raven black hair glistened from the rain drop's that interlaced themselves within the strands. After picking through her hair and pulling out every piece of rubbish out of her hair, she pulled her dress up by the waist in which was pointless for her at this time, she moved quickly through the forest. Raindrops threw themselves against her face, her eye's swirled between a light strawberry daiquiri color and a marbled white, many thoughts ran threw her head before she found herself on a road or at least what use to be a road, it had now turned into river that's clear water was corrupted with mud. "Seriously?" she scoffed as she walked through it
 
 
TheLadySif: With a raise of her brow, her smile widened. She leans back slightly and looks over to the maids and manservants moving around. As one comes to pick up her plate she looks back to Anarial as she grabs a hold of the young man’s wrist. He freezes, letting go of the plate and slightly shifting his eyes from the elf to the Queen before dropping his gaze, as though he already knew how to act, She turns his hand over, palms side upwards. “Training, breaking, playing, it is all a game to me. I feel that… “ Her eyes faded from the sparkling green to a more subdued blue color as she ran her other hand into the palm of the manservant. His body relaxed as he looked directly to the ice elf. “they are easy to control if they simply relax.” She tosses his hand away and shoos him with the flick of her fingers. He turns and walks away unhurriedly. She smirks as she watches him walk off then leans over to the Queen, whispering as her eyes glowed back to their usual green. “But not to worry, I would only touch you with the deepest of care. If you need anything….” She winks with a devilish smile. “anything. I can do it.” Her smile faltered as a crack in the air rippled through the castle. She looked upwards, wondering about the sound, furrowing her brow but soon writes it off as lightning.
 

Anarial can’t help but flush as she watches the elf interact with the manservant that came up to them, her idea so far was going well. She waits until the manservant was dismissed but before she can speak the crack catches her attention causing her to look up towards the windows, figuring it just had to do with the storm and dismisses it, bring her attention back to the elf. “I seem to have found myself with a slave. Normally I wouldn’t take one due to my own past but I felt the need to save this one from becoming a toy for a dragon. He doesn’t seem to know how to behave or act and needs to be… trained.” She said the last word lightly, pausing before she speaks up again, “His only to be enslaved long enough to pay off his debt to me. The faster he works the quicker he can be freed.” She falls quiet again, the flushes of her cheeks finally fading before she speaks up again, “Forgive my poor manners but I do not believe I caught your name.” Meanwhile, towards the entrance of the castle the guards where suddenly on alert after the cracking sound, most of them grabbing their weapons and scanning the horizon to make sure there were no threats coming towards the castle.
 
EreshkigaI: She'd lean forward, looking closer at one of the guards. Curiosity now being the only thing that filled her lung's, when Eresh was in a deep thought she held her breath. Eventually lack of breath would wake her up. The male guard that stood before her blocked the view of the people who she could hear talking. "Move you big lug!" She screeched as she tried moving her head around him but every movement she made he copied. This action of his angered her, so she reverted to yelling over this tall man. "MM, HELLO?! Can you move this ugly oaf please!" She shouted, jumping up and down flailing her arm's. Eresh had the personality of a aggressive child and the attitude of a scholar adult. She shoved at this male some, not using her full force but enough for him to move back at least a little.
 

TheLadySif: Hearing the yelling, Ria smirked slightly, an eyebrow raised. Looking to the door she laughs lightly “Looks as if you have your first visitor of the day.” She rises, then turns as if not even the slightest interested in the visitor. It was not her concern, her new concern was finding this slave and beginning her games. If she was lucky, she would get a little information out of the Queen, and even get to play with her. A soft smirk plays over her lips and she’d saunter through the kitchen out through the back of the castle unless Ana asked otherwise. Her gaze lingered to the food on the table for a moment. She looks up to one of the maids, who immediately lowers her gaze. Ria gives a sweet innocent smile then pretends to accidentally knock over an entire dish of vegetables and gravy. She leaps back with a gasp, only to look back to the girl and tilt her head. “Clean it up, and do come see me when youre done, i know it may be tiring work all this mess. And it is my fault, ill make it up to you.” She smiles sweetly and touches her chin before walking out.
 

Guest_PestControl: The slave came back in as lightning cracked behind him, totally unaware of the goings on at the time being. He held his face, which was now sporting a perfect horseshoe-shaped bruise. He held his goggles in his hand other hand, the lenses shattered. His eyes were closed, with blood dripping from around them. “My queen,” he started, knowing he was in the dining hall… although, not entirely sure that the queen was still there. He obviously hadn’t seen the woman she was talking to about training him. “I need to get new lenses,” he said, shaking his head as he blindly walked in a beeline towards the table, stumbling until he reached it. He put the hand holding the broken goggles on it, acting a bit casual about the wound he’d endured. “Soon as I got to the stable, there was a boom - louder than lightning. The horse took its surprise out by rearing up and – well…” he pointed briefly at his face. “I don’t need medicine or anything. Just – is there a maid who can lead me somewhere? Somewhere dark?” He put his hand back on the table, biting his lip, seemingly out of frustration. “Sorry for the inconvenience.” The boom was a while ago, then. He’d still been out there for a short while. Blinded. Wounded. When the queen would go out later to check on her horse, she’d find that the whole stable looked like it had just been built. No dirt, fresh paint, fresh hay and grain for the horses of royalty, lords and all the knights. The wood holding the place together had even been treated. But he’d only been gone for a few minutes. This slave, as undisciplined as he seemed in demeanor… had just done the whole job with his eyes closed. At this rate, his debt would be paid off in no time.
 

Anarial nods as the elf heads off to look for the slave she asked for help in handling, just as the slave came in. She takes one look at him and sighs, lowering her head a bit and shaking it before speaking to herself, “Dear Gods what have I done with saving him.. I hope this won’t be an everyday thing.” She then pauses and speaks up to the boy, “I just finished asking someone to show you the ropes, I’ll be handing you over to her for the time being.” She moves to get up from her chair, pushing it back and leaving her dishes and cup of tea for the servants to clean up. She moves to walk off towards the entrance to go and see what all of the commotion was about. Pausing to speak to one of the younger servant girls, “My dear, please, go fetch me a cup of sweet mint tea, speak to the girl I brought with me from Iron, she knows how I like it.” Once the girl darted off to get her the cup of tea she makes her way the rest of the way to the entrance, pausing a few steps back as she looks to the female who was now before her, huffing softly before she speaks up to the guards, “Take her to one of the spare rooms so she can freshen up and clean herself of the mud and rain. Once she’s freshened up, I will be in the throne room, and the next time I hear of you keeping guests stuck at the door we may be having stern words.” Once she finished speaking she quickly turned herself about and headed towards the throne room, taking a deep breath as she gets to it and pauses to take it in, Her eyes smiling as she sees the room was empty for the moment. She heads up to her throne, and as soon as she got settled into it the servant girl comes rushing in with her fresh tea, setting it beside her before rushing off. For the moment Anarial was left in quiet until the guests began to poor in.
 

TheLadySif: Pausing just past the maid, she sees the slave walking in. Her expression changes to one flat, cool glare. The nerve, walking right in and asking the Queen for something? She almost laughed at the idea. She took note of his wound and sighed. Still looking at him she reached to the table and grabbed a table napkin. A sweet smile brightens her expression while her eyes sparkle in the light. Walking over to him, she uses her ice magic to cool the napkin, icing it over slightly. “You poor thing, here, let me.” She wraps the napkin over his eyes and ties it at the back. “I’ll have to take a look at that.” With that, she sneers and reaches to grab his throat, ideally squeezing and frosting his neck while pulling him so he drops to his knees but letting go immediately after. She would then snap her fingers to a manservant and ask for the bucket of water he was cleaning the floor she messed up with. Snatching it from him she would pour it over the slave’s head. “There, cleaning it up is the first step."
 

Guest_PestControl: His brows lowered momentarily when he heard the unfamiliar voice speak patronizingly to him. “Ah-…” he wasn’t prepared for her to start dabbing his eyes with an ice cold napkin. He began to feel relaxed when she tied it around his head. Strangely, he trusted her… until she grabbed him by the throat and pulled him down. He jerked his right leg forward so he’d only be on one knee. He let out a surprised “Agh!” but for now, to her, he only spoke in noises. He didn’t even know what she looked like, yet. He brought the hand that had been covering his eyes to his neck. Why was it so cold? Why did it hurt? Was this… oh, right. He’d just been told that someone was going to deal with him. This was discipline. This was an authority figure, apparently a mage of some kind, trying to assert authority. It almost slipped his mind that he was a slave, sometimes. ‘Right,’ he shrugged to himself, ‘let’s get on with it.’ He heard a snap, then a bucket being picked up off the floor. To him, this could only mean one thing. He put his fist to the ground to prop himself up, hanging his head to hide his smile from his new ‘teacher’. He’d take the bucket. It was just another – he jerked his head up, still unable to see. Of COURSE she was going to freeze the water. “Shit,” he muttered, as he was doused. He’d have resisted, but he figured he could only run for so long while he was blind.
 

TheLadySif: She tosses the now empty bucket to the side, staring down at him. For a moment she looks at him then begins to walk around him, analyzing his form as he knelt. “Hm.” She looks away and comes to stop next to him. “Get up.” When he stood she would turn her head away and look to a maid while still speaking to him. “I can tell you work hard, and I admire that in a creature such as yourself.” She smiles to the maid who blushes lightly, obviously one she had played with before. Ria looks back to the slave and softens her voice, lightly touching the top of his head then running it down his neck. She walked to the front of him, her hand still traveling downwards then stopping at his chest. Leaning forward, she speaks to the maid. “Clean him up and tend to his eyes, I cannot rightly train him blind now can I? After, bring him to me, I will show him how best to repay his debt.” She smirks although she knows he can’t see it then cups his chin in her palm. “Let us play together. Every day. You by my side. Understood? Good.” She gives him no time to answer before turning and walking away, deciding she made the maid already in her room wait long enough. She could show her strength but she knew better than to show her true cruel colors in front of the other servants and people of the castle. For now she would perform her best skills in the confines of her chambers, where she did all her best work on the staff.
 

Guest_PestControl: The slave kicked himself up off the floor as soon as she bid him to do so. He smiled and nodded in thanks as she complimented his work ethic. When she touched him, he flinched a bit, just curling his lip in annoyance out of anticipation for his whole body being covered in a thin layer of ice to needlessly teach him a lesson. He loosened up a bit as her hand traveled to his chest, but he always anticipated her pushing him by the solar plexus to the floor, or something of the like. When she said they would play, he nodded in silence again, his smile disappearing. Those words, in the slave’s experience, were never good. Finally, when he was handed off to a maid, he spoke. “I don’t need treating. There’s just a little glass in… around my eyes. What I need are dark, dark lenses.” He turned his head to the maid and put his broken goggles in her hand. “Get those to glassman for me.” He opened his eyes slightly, then shut them again. He didn’t seem to sweat the wounds he’d suffered, but the light hurt too much. “Come on, just deal with it…” he said to himself, as he opened his huge, gorgeous purple eyes to the horrific light, even in this poorly lit dining room on a stormy day. “Just need to look at the floor,” he told himself, “the blurry, terribly bright floor.” He put his hand at his brow to minimize the light he’d receive. “Maid, where do I need to go?” He asked her, unsure whether he should report to Queen Ana or go to his ‘teacher’ in her chambers.
 

Ana sighs, clearly the girl was not going to come back anytime soon so she raises up from her throne, a hush falling over the people with in the throne room. She quickly walks down the stairs that lead to her throne and heads out of the room, walking past everyone with in the room, her dress sweeping over the floor as she walks, her frizzed snow white hair bouncing off her back as she walks. Every person she passes bows and speaks out “My Lad,” But she pays them no mind. Once she hits the hall she quickly makes her way to her study, leaving the door slightly open so if she was needed they could be let in. Avery, the head guard that had taken a fancy to Anarial decided currently the best place for him to be was directly outside of her studies door, to make sure she was safe. She wasn’t aware that he was out there she was too busy studying over most of the documents before her, studying everything she could get her hands on about this land, its people, and how the people of this realm normally functioned, to figure out the difference between here and her home land.
 

TheLadySif: The maid nods, “O-ok, I think this will take a day or two considering we don’t get these sort of things all the way up here on just a servants request. B-but I’ll see what I can do since Lady Goan asked…” The young woman sighed and looked over to Diliria’s retreating form. She then turned and grabbed the arm of another maid, and gave the instructions, once the name of who had ordered it left her lips, the other woman’s eyes widened slightly before she went off to put the order in. The maid then turned to him and pointed in the direction Ria had gone and began walking. “Her bedchambers are this way, i can only assume that’s where she wants you.” Lowering her eyes to the floor she took his arm and walked slowly. As they near the door, the maid can see it opened just a crack, even though it is open she knows better than to walk in, she even hesitates just to knock, staring at the door with a strange expression, one seeming of jealousy but also desire and fear.
 

Guest_PestControl: “Lady Goan,” the slave repeated under his breath, “alright.” He stood in silence while the maid handled the lenses situation, his eyes very slowly adjusting to the light. The maid guided him, he wasn’t sure where. All the slave knew was that Avery wasn’t bombarding him with questions, so they probably weren’t anywhere around the Queen. When they got to the door, the slave couldn’t help but feel the maid’s pulse. “What’s the matter?” He whispered, concerned. It wasn’t clear whether he was concerned about her or himself. He looked at her blurry face, unable to see her facial expression. In his head, he was thinking that he should have asked for an extra pair of lenses or even an entire extra pair of goggles to be made. After the maid’s response, whatever it may have been, he’d push the door open and say, “hello?” Damned if he did, damned if he didn’t. Whatever would come would come, regardless of what he did. In his condition, he couldn’t help a thing.
 

TheLadySif: The maid wrings her hands together, not answering then steps back with a gasp as he barges in. With one glance at the scene in front of her, she turns and runs off down the hall. In the room, Ria has the manservant on the floor on his knees, his back to the door. He had been stripped down bare and had his hands roped together behind his back in a complicated knot, the ropes themselves frosted over. Ria stood in front of the young man, his chin in her hand as she bent over, looking deep into his eyes. As the door swung open and she heard the hello, both she and the man looked back towards him. She raised a brow but smiled, intrigued at his audacity. The man on the floor looked over his shoulder, eyes heavy with lust and breathing erratic with Ria’s lipstick smeared across his mouth. Ria straightened and licked her lips, sighing and gesturing lightly to the door. “Leave.” At the word, the manservant’s lust-filled eyes filled with irritation but quickly dissolved when he looked back to her, nodding and getting up from his knees. He walked off into a separate room that also belonged to her. She turned to the slave and lifted her chin. “I see you heal fast. But you still seem blind as a bat… and loud too.” She was slightly annoyed that she was interrupted, wanting to relax a bit before having to deal with the Queen’s dirty work. Looking him up and down she raised a brow, he wasn’t built so bad but he was a slave. She preferred to torture the slaves and keep the servants, but she would need a different approach to please the queen. Without a second thought she walked swiftly past him and slammed the doors shut, dropping the lock on them before slowly turning around. Leaning against the door she set her eyes on his, focusing. Her power of empathy was always one she hated, therefore she chose to learn how to control it. Spending her entire life controlling it, she had learned to mold it into a manipulative technique. She was able to bend the will of any person, some took more work than others but she had it down to a perfection. And thus far it had not failed her completely. If she were to force herself to train him, she would do it the fun way. She would break him.
 

Guest_PestControl: “Hey, wait a minute,” the slave said, sarcastically, after she commented on his eyesight, “This doesn’t seem like a regular training program.” His head turned as she rounded him, then his body turned. Though he was relaxed, he decided he’d never have his back towards her. Even though he still had his coat and pants on, he knew what happened the last time he did that when he was in this – almost – exact situation. The second she locked the door, he quietly said, “I was wondering when this slave thing would get weird.” He said, as if he didn’t love that he’d gotten himself into this mess. His life had been one weird adventure after another. Here he was, across the world from his destination, a slave in a castle about to have some woman torture him into submission. Hell yeah. This is a tavern story if he’d ever heard of one. “So how’m I supposed to repay this debt?” asked the slave, smirking confidently as he… well, he didn’t exactly eye HER up and down… just her blurry figure, beyond his squinting eyes.
 

TheLadySif: Diliria stepped up to him, taking a moment to look at him, tilting her head slightly. She blinked once and looked away “Hm, purple eyes.” She then laid her hand on his shoulder and came to stand directly beside him. Due to his inability to see, she chose not to school her expression. A dark glare darkened her eyes, turning them a deep blue shade. A smirk played on her lips, one of mischief and dark promises. At her fingertips, frost began to form, soon spreading across his clothing. “My ice is traveling very slowly at this moment, I suggest you discard this little rag you are wearing unless you prefer i peel it from your bones after i have frozen you into a slave-sicle.” She spoke so calmly, it was almost sing-song.
 

Guest_PestControl: When she mentioned his eye color, they closed. He needed to relieve them of this stress, if even for a moment. When she put her hand on his shoulder, he accepted it. When she threatened him with freezing, he regretted having a fire resistant jacket. Freezing magic. That was one thing he had no defense for. Before her ice could spread too far along, he shed his coat to the floor, revealing his tattooed arm which had not yet been exposed and his shoulders, also inked up. His torso wasn’t hugely muscular, but very defined. Toned. He had the strength, just not the bulk. He preferred it this way. Slave be nimble, slave be quick. On his back, there were dozens of scars from lashing that hadn’t healed yet. The ones that bled had barely even scabbed. He’d been lashed as recently as the day before. Maybe even before he went to bed. In fact, that was what kept him up all night. The slave driver. Still, this slave had no pent-up rage. This was all just part of the job. Soon enough, it would be over. For now, he went with whatever she said. Soon enough, it would all be over. He wouldn’t resist. He’d let her have her fun. He’d let her think she could break him. Soon enough, it would all be over.
 

TheLadySif: “Good boy.” She glanced at him then walked around to behind him, hand moving from his shoulder to his arm, trailing the tattoos then back up and into his hair. She gripped tight and yanked backwards, so that his head leaned back against her. She continued looking straight ahead for a moment, simply holding him in the uncomfortable position before sidestepping and kicking him in the back of his knees that would cause him to drop down to the floor again, but she held onto his hair. She would look down at him with disdain. “Look at this poor slave. Pathetic. Half the creatures of this household could chew you up and spit you out if so willing. You are hardly worth my time and yet here we are.” Ria leans down, putting her mouth to his ear and whispering as she drags her nails down his chest then up to his neck where she grips tightly. “Just what do you expect to achieve here? A debt erased? And what do you think you’ll do after that? Listen to me sweetheart, I’ll make your debt disappear. I’ve got the key to your shackles,” She kneels behind him as well, pressing up against him, “and I know just how to turn it…but oh look, it seems you won’t be doing much of anything until your goggles come in. But that won’t be enough to keep you out of the yard. Hm…” She swiftly shifts her hand from his throat to his chest again, her eyes turning from blue to a lighter green than usual. Her words would sink into his mind, forming with his thoughts to make him change what he thought he wanted and what he thought he needed into what she wanted him to need. And that was only her. Her every word would beckon to him, deep in his soul her venomous and icy magic delved. She closed her eyes, a snowflake-shaped symbol showing up in his skin on his chest as she worked in her magic.
 

Guest_PestControl: Once again, he jerked his leg forward so he was only on one knee. He started breathing heavily through his nose, his eyes still closed. He quickened his heart rate. She reminded him of his frailty. She reminded him of the beasts around him. She reminded him of his helplessness. She reminded him of his quagmire. She reminded him of his debt. His debt was a tenth paid off. It would be almost paid off by now if that damned horse hadn’t kicked him in the face. If he didn’t have to do this – get… TRAINED, if the queen seriously dared to call it that. While her words echoed through his mind, he shook his head, his scalp sore from her pulling his hair. He tried to calm himself down. Soon enough, it would all be over. He’d made it this far. He just needed to be able to see. He needed his goggles. He needed to be night. He needed to go to the dungeon, where it was dark and he could relax. No. No, he needed to work. He needed to work off this debt. No, he needed her. He needed Lady Goan. Wasn’t that her name? He needed her. When the snowflake formed on his body, his eyes opened fully. He looked up at her blurry face. “Please, please let me...” He didn’t even finish the sentence. He was salivating.



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TheLadySif: She releases him from her grip and stands, leaving him to kneel there for a while. Ria takes a handkerchief from her nightstand and wipes at her eyes, a small trickle of blood running down like tears. She’s only ever able to turn one person’s will a day at the very most. With a sigh, she walks back to him then lifts her foot. With a sneer, she presses her heeled boot into his back then suddenly shoves, kicking him over to his hands and knees. Leaving her foot upon his back, she tilts her head and softens her voice. “There is only one thing you can do for me, worm-like slave. Crawl through the dirt of this castle and dig up a bit of treasure. I don’t intend to spend forever here, I simply have one task I care for… aside from playing with all the lovely toys.” She says this while glancing back towards the other room attached to hers where she can see the manservant watching through the cracked open door. She winks at him and he turns his glare away from the room and closes the door. It amused her to no end the jealousy she could cause between the servants and slaves. Turning her attention back to him, she freezes the tip of her heel and presses harder, intending to leave an imprint. “Find out all you can about the neighboring kingdoms, i wish to hear about any elves controlling my element near here. If they are an elf of ice, i want them. And you… stay like this, it will please me. If you dare to clothe yourself even from the harshness of the outside elements… I will not be happy. Understood?” Removing her foot she places her hands on her hips and repeats it but in a separate language. “D’accord?"




Guest_PestControl: He didn’t kick his foot forward to defend himself this time. This time, he needed to be convincing. He needed her. He needed her to believe her hypnosis could distract him from his work. From his ultimate goal. She and her magic were going to be useful to have on his side. When she barked her orders, one after another, he bowed his head and submissively said, “yes, my lady,” to please her. He knew it was wrong. He’d had a task written for him. He was just working off a debt. Soon enough, it would be over. Now, he couldn’t shake the idea that he needed this woman. He couldn’t get the image of her naked, exaggeratedly busty body out of his head. His chest felt cold, so he reached a hand off the floor and felt it. Dammit, it really wasn’t hypnosis. It was all part of her magic. No wonder he felt these sexual desires he hadn’t before. When she pressed her frozen heel into his back, he could barely even hear the task he was being given. He was overwhelmed. She was touching him again. ‘Dammit. Snap out of it,’ he thought. When his mission was clear, he excitedly sprang up off the floor. “Going to dig up treasure for you, my lady!” He said. He still knew what he had to do, it was just… harder… now that he had to complete all these meaningless tasks for the chance that maybe – even MAYBE – his mistress would let him masturbate in front of her. Wait, what the – the slave shook his head, trying to get these thoughts out of his mind. Sex was just a distraction. He’d have to meditate on it when he went to sleep that night. Maybe that would get him back.




TheLadySif: She runs her finger along her deep red lips and tilted her head back. She then licked her lips and looked away. “You are free to go, be gone from my sight for the night.” Looking over to the closed door, she gestures towards it then walks off to the next room where the manservant waited. With a smirk she pauses and glances over her shoulder. She then reaches back and unclasps the top of her dress and drops it to her feet, standing bare naked but her back to him. Winking, she opens the door and walks through, not sparing another glance before shutting it behind her. After a few seconds, a deep male groan could be heard from inside.




Guest_PestControl: The thought occurred to the slave to kick down that door, grab the manservant by his wrists and beat his sorry ass to death with his own hands so he could have the lady all to himself. He blinked his eyes, unable to get the image of her naked body out of his head. He was bound to go insane. “Oh!” He had just realized that since he had no other appointments, he could go back to his dungeon. Not to please himself to the thought of the witch, but for his earrings. He’d forgotten to put his earrings on that morning, of all days. Slowly, he started down the hallway with his eyes closed again. It would be a while before he got to the slave quarters. No matter. When he got those earrings, with their disturbing, twitching, enchanted eyes… he’d finally be able to close his eyes and see again in comfort. “How could I forget those things when I knew I could get kicked in the face by that damned horse…?” He was worried he was getting soft. He could kill a fire demon with a broken sword, no matter how dull and rusty… but if he was rusty himself, he was as good as dead. Especially with the storm that was yet to come. Besides, how could he impress his mistress if he was soft? She needed a man who was hard. So hard…. Alright, maybe he’d do more than grab his earrings when he was alone in his dungeon, after all.




Toxies: Anarial had lost track of time, between receiving the letter a black raven had brought her, along with two wolf pups she had taken her sweet time, drafting up her response to her mother, quickly sending a response back. She glances up towards the slightly cracked window of her study, noticing that it was well into the afternoon now. A soft sigh escapes her lips and she closes her eyes, leaning back into her chair she taps her fingers on the edge of the desk. The two newest members of her house hold, the pups where playing at her feet, nipping at each other’s tails and chasing each other about. She was more than happy to accept the gift from her mother. After a few more moments Avery sticks his head in through the door, clearing his throat to get permission to enter. Ana glances up and waves her hand to him, tell him to come in without speaking. As soon as he stepped in the study the wolf pups locked onto him, charging towards him only to run face first into his legs causing them both to laugh. Avery squats down, petting the wolf pups on the head as he speaks, “My lovely Queen, there is food being served in the hall. Would you rather I fetch you a plate to eat here? Or Would you rather go to the hall?” Anarial pauses and consider the options for a moment, she wasn’t sure she wanted to see the people of the castle again today. She was severely home sick and still on edge, waiting to see if Samuel made good on his threat. “Avery, please, have a plate sent up to me, I will dine in here and go over more of the records. Please make sure they send me up some sweet wine with it and some raw meat for the wolfs.




TheLadySif: Once she had untied the servant in her special room, her games had begun. After a few hours of biting, scratching, slamming, moaning, shoving against the wall and the like, she made her way back downstairs. The manservant followed silently behind, staring at the swaying of her hips, pretending to have his eyes cast to the floor as she had trained all her playthings to do. His hair was disheveled and multiple scratches and lipstick marred his neck and face. Once in the open hall, he went towards the quarters and she to the kitchen. Inside, she leans over a counter, curling her finger to a maid. With a wink she explains slowly a simple request: a slice of pie. The way she explained her interest in pie made the woman blush deeply, staring at her in shock. Ria had yet to play with this one so she took her time, playing sweet as she dips her finger in whipped cream and licks it, green eyes to the maid’s lighter green ones. Her attention was drawn slightly as she heard the order to have the Queen’s food brought to her. Her eyes glinted a bit in mischief as a thought occurred to her. Smiling widely, she quickly weaseled her way into bringing the food up herself. Walking with the tray and a bright smile, she sashays off to the library. Once in front of the doors, she looked to Ana, knocking lightly on the door frame and offering a wink.




Guest_PestControl: In his dungeon, the slave was finally able to open his eyes, wide and comfortably. It was perfect darkness. He stretched for a moment, looking at the ceiling. “That was too much.” He shook his head, then bent down to his sack that lay on the floor. He retrieved his earrings and popped them into his lobes, one at a time. The eyes in the jewelry spun for a moment, getting re-oriented with being in their proper place. They couldn’t see anything in the dark, so they kept spinning. He could have probably cleaned the kitchen, then. That’s what he would do. “Alright,” he patted the pockets of his j- his jacket. It was still in the witch’s room. “Fuck,” he said to himself, knowing that if he really was rusty, that jacket was his only chance against any enemy that wielded fire or fluid. But the lady had told him that he wasn’t to wear clothes. That’s when the snowflake on his chest flickered for a moment. “I need that damned jacket.” He clenched his fists in defiance, closed his eyes and walked back into the lit hallway. The eyes in his earrings spun no longer. They were set forward. The ice witch in his head would have to wait until night. The real one wouldn’t have to wait so long, as she was right down the hall from his destination. Oh boy.




Toxies: Anarial had pulled out a severely poorly drawn map from a stack of paper, a map of the lands she now watched over. She sighs, realizing how poorly put together any information on this land was and she rubs her temples. She was going to have to hire explores to redo this maps, and to figure out what all she was dealing with in these lands. Her ears flicker slightly as she hears the knock on the door and before she has a chance to speak up the two wolf pups perk up, glaring towards the door the female, the smaller of the two let out a growl well her brother simple stared, his ears strait up and on alert. She smiles as she looks to the pups, wondering how much trouble these two wolfs where going to be. After a few moments, she speaks up, “Enter.” Was all she said, part of her hopped it was Avery coming back, trying to not show that in her face, nor her disappointment as the Ria came in. “Oh, it’s you. How have things gone today with the new boy?” Before she had a chances to answer she would speak up again, “Also, if you can find some way to keep the boy out of sight for the next week or so it would be amazing.” She waits until Ria came farther into the room, the wolf pups sniffing at her, before she would push a small sack across her desk towards Ria. “There’s 500 gold coins in that sack. It’s my thanks for handling the servants, especially the boy. If you wish to take over the position and keep all the servants in line I have no issue making sure your pockets stay full.” She knew that it was a lot of gold coins, but to her, right now she needed someone to help her keep the peace until she got her baring’s about her.




TheLadySif: She refrains from biting her lip as she laid eyes upon the oh-so-sweet looking Ana and continues into the room. She doesn’t miss the slight disappointment in her eyes and sets down the tray of food. Ria sets upon the desk and presses one hand to it, leaning just barely towards her. At the question she smirks. “He seems to be a bit more headstrong than the others but I have no doubt I can turn him in my…” she coughs “your favor my Lady.” At the request and the ridiculously large sum, she tilts her head. She opens her mouth and raises her brow before laughing lightly. Ria puts her finger to the desk next to the sack and slides it back to her, leaning closer as she did so. Her white hair that she kept pinned up tightly still slid to the side and almost hid her face from the view from the door as she moved her face extremely close to Ana’s. “If you want the slave out of sight he will be my personal ghost. If you want the servants obedient they will be my dogs. If you want me to do your bidding…I’m yours.” With a seductive smirk, she takes the Queen’s chin in her hand lightly, letting her fingers play over her cheek. Her sparkling green eyes stared into hers, her head tilting ever so slowly as she raised a brow. “Your wish is my command my Lady."




Guest_PestControl: In the other room, the slave picked up his jacket off the floor. He looked with his right earring at the chainmail on it, which was still melted in part by Samuel’s poisonous blood. He sighed with only the knowledge that Samuel would be coming for the queen. His head turned halfway to the door, his left earring jerking to point at it. That was all he needed to convince himself. He was getting answers. He walked briskly back into the hallway, passing by a couple guards who asked where he was going. The slave bumped into the slave driver in the dining hall on his trip to the library. “And whe’y’ the FACK do ye think yo’h’ goin’, ye lih-uw bawstid?” Said the driver, reaching for his whip. The slave dove for his belt. He grabbed the whip first. He lashed the driver to death, right there in the middle of the dining hall. There were no witnesses and he’d been wearing gloves. When they were counted, later, the driver was said to have at least fifteen lashes in a perfect line across his throat. The slave never stopped walking. Probably half a minute later, he would say a casual “’scuse me,” with a knock at the library door. “May I speak with you?” He’d had no idea that the witch would be in there. His tone was all off. She would definitely know something was amiss.


 
Toxies: Anarial’s eyes flicker over Ria’s frame as she comes in, the pups making their way back to Ana’s feet, curling up below her chair. She ignores the tray of food for the timing being, watching as the large sum of money was slid back towards her. She frowns slightly but her frown quickly fades away as she looks up towards Ria, her cheeks can’t help but to gain a slight, light pink flush. She clears her throat to make sure that her voice is clear, “I thank you, for your help but I do insist that you take payment. I would feel bad for taking your time and giving nothing in return.” Her pale gray eyes stare up towards Ria, admiring the shade of green in her eyes, almost getting lost in them. After a few moments, Avery comes walking in causing Anarial to snap back to the world. She clears her throat again and moves to sit back, breaking her gaze on Ria. “If you won’t take the gold I will have to think of another way to pay you for your time.” Her hands move to brush her lap off, taking a moment to reach down and gently stroke the male wolf pup below her. Avery had made it half way into the room at this point, pausing to bow before speaking up, “I came to make sure you got your food and wine my Queen, and to make sure everything is to your liking.” She nods lightly, before speaking up, “I have not touched the tray, I will be doing so at some point in a bit. I’m sure it is fine though.” Just as she finishes speaking the new boy came into the study, glaring at him as he simple walked to her room, this boy really needed to learn how to act. Even if he was here only for the time it took to pay her back, she was trying to be as understand with the boy as she could. She sighs and rubs her temple again, Avery coming over to stand beside her. She glances up towards Ria before she speaks, “What is it? I figured you’d be resting by now.” She kept her gaze up towards Ria as she spoke but once she finished her eyes flick towards the boy, her stomach begin to growl and she knew here soon she would become short tempered due to being hungry.




TheLadySif: Withholding her glare from the interruption, she let go of the Queen’s chin as she leaned back. Closing her fingers slowly, she sighed, closing her eyes. What she wouldn’t give to lay both Ana and Avery over the desk and simply defile them in this moment… but she was calming her icy fire as the moment passed. But an instant passed once she regained her composure that the slave walked in. Just hearing his voice stirred her ire. At the Queen’s stare, she knew she needed to fix this hiccup. In a sudden motion, she slammed her fist into the desk she sat upon, splintering it where impact was. Ria spun her head towards him, setting her now deep blue gaze upon him. Her expression was blank as she spoke almost in a sultry voice but also demanding and stern. “Slave. I truly thought I said not to show me your face for the rest of the night…” She laughs lightly, almost crazily. “and did you really disobey me and fetch your clothing?” Standing, she takes a deep breath and puts on a breathtaking smile, curling her finger. “Come.”




Guest_PestControl: The slave breathed a bit heavily when his earring caught a glimpse of the lady who’d bewitched him. He was just about to ask a question when Ria became enraged. Of COURSE he didn’t want to disappoint her. It was just that – he really had something important to say to the queen. “Oh, this?” He pinched the shoulder of his jacket, searching his mind for an explanation. “Uh,” he started, before shaking his head and pushing past so he could address the Queen. Her spell was still strong on his heart, but he had been programmed from birth to complete tasks. He’d had this one on his mind since they got there. Now was his chance. He had to spit it out so not to inconvenience the queen. “If I wanted to kill Samuel, how would I do it? If Samuel wanted to kill me, how would he do it?” It was the only pair of questions that ever mattered to him. For his entire life, he had been asking clients those same questions of demons, giants, spiders… he killed things for a living. He just needed to know how he would do it. He survived encounters with invasive beasts for a living. He just needed to know how he would do it. Curiously, he barely acknowledged Avery. In fact, he didn’t even know Avery’s name.




Toxies: As Ria slammed her fist into the fist, splintering it she didn’t flinch, in fact, it didn’t faze her. At this point she was frustrated. This slaved seemed to be testing all of her buttons and she was about fed up. The pups, however, jumped and started to growl after Ria’s fist hit the desk, they started to dart around the desk trying to find what ever made the noise, eventually giving up and returning to Anarial’s feet they let out whimpers and she reaches onto the tray of food, grabbing a couple pieces of the meat and starts to feed it to the pups. She wanted to know why the boy had been so daring as to come into the study, to bother her. The servants made it their mission to stay out of her way, she wasn’t sure how the king had been to them but clearly, they all knew their places well and stayed out of the way.  She knew she still had the seven servants in the dungeon to deal with, to make it known she was not to be crossed. She had considered killing them for speaking out against her taking the throne, it seemed like something her mother would do. For now, she was still debating, perhaps she would write her mother about it later, to get some advice. As the slave pushes his way to her and starts to speak she raises to her feet and glares at him. Her hands balling into fist, causing her nails to start biting into her fists. “If I wanted you to worry about Samuel I’d tell you this things but alas you do not need to know about them.  You have ONE job to do. That is to do as your told until your debt to me is cleared. IF you have an issue with doing that, I’m sure the mines could use another soul to put to work. You will learn you place, if you EVER need anything you go to your handler, if it is important then, and only then, your handler will bring it to my attention.” Just as she finishes a maid comes bursting into the study causing a slight growl to escape from Anarial’s throat, but before she can say anything the maid bursts out in almost a scream, “H-His dead, one of the slavers is dead..” Suddenly it flashes into Ana’s mind about how rushed the boy had seemed when he busted in here and she suddenly glares at him, having half a mind to think it was at his hand someone had died.




TheLadySif: As he passes her, she stays where she is, lowering her gaze then raising her chin and looking up. That was it. She had played nice, and now she was simply irritable. Not only did she not get the Queen tonight, but there was a weakness to her magic on this slave, and now there was some disgusting rotting body somewhere. The look she shot the maid, only seen by her, caused her to squeal and run back whence she came. Ria didn’t turn around but simply spoke softly. “Did you say a week my lovely Lady Ana?” Reaching back, she gripped tightly to the slave’s arm, immediately drawing a sickening cold at her touch that would freeze straight through is jacket sleeve. In an instant, she would be dragging him from the room by his arm, straight back halfway across the castle to her room where she would pull him directly into her special second room where she broke and played all her servants. She would kick the door shut and let him go to reveal a room that was frozen solid on the inside, the door not even being able to be opened for it was frozen over. The only warmth even a degree over -85 below freezing would be her and the poor soul inside with her. Her back would remain to his form, awaiting his next reaction.




Guest_PestControl: In the time between the queen yelling at him and telling him he was only useful to pay off his debt and the panicked maiden bursting into the room, the slave smiled an open-mouthed smile, amazed. “Yeah,” he threw his hands up in the air, just as Ria went to grab him. “Gimme a minute.” He didn’t move his head when he addressed the witch. Only an earring. One of the twitching, bloodshot eyes was aimed right at her. “The slaver? That was me. You want to do something about it, beefcake?” He leaned his head toward Avery, then back to the queen. “If I spared him, I’d never see any of you again. I’d be in the fields until tomorrow. That’s too much time. I’ll be DEAD before then. You want to send me to the mines? It’ll take years to pay off my debt. I’m not trying to WASTE that much TIME.” One earring would be fixated over the Queen’s shoulder, pointed at Avery. The other to Ria, in case she tried anything. He leaned in, painfully opening his eyes to look at her, still smirking wildly. “Just why do you think I want to kill your father? For my health?” He paused and looked her up and down, not seeing a goddamned thing except all the light a mind could ever imagine. “The first time I ever saw you, he was groping you. You were terrified of him. You must hate him.” The slave didn’t know about the box she kept, or her true feelings about her father. “When I kill your father, your HIGHNESS,” he… he dared to be sarcastic, there, “my debt is paid. And don’t think I don’t see that pouch of gold on that desk. You’ve got the gold to make this whole show worth the weeks it’s taken me. The labor, the carriage rides, the goddamned ship. Tell me at LEAST what weapon I would have to use. If I fail, the slaver will get his justice. If not, I save God knows how many slaves from death-by-raping.” He paused. That was when he turned his full attention to the Queen. An apt opportunity for Ria to grab him to drag him to that chamber, if she still so chose. (Sif Y/N?)




Ana clenches her jaw as he dared to keep testing her. She balls her hands up more, digging her nails even farther into her hands, drawing blood, letting it slowly drip down onto the floor. She glares harder at the boy, and speaks in a very calm voice, “First of all, I am not scared nor do I hate my adoptive father. Second of all, I do not know how to kill or even harm Samuel. I have never bothered to check. If I was scared of Samuel I would have disappeared when I gained my own freedom from my own collar. This being said, you are to go with her,” She jesters towards Ria, “For the time being until I decide what to do with you. You seem to forget yourself and I believe I am about to be out 100,000 gold coins.     I do not want to see you again until I call for you. If you do not obey, you won’t ever have a chance to see Samuel’s face again. I would highly advise you to stop crossing me.” With that she looks to Ria, waiting for her to drag the boy out of her study before she snaps. She was sick of the boy and now more than ever regretting saving the boy’s life. Once Ria and the boy where out of her study she would un-ball her fist, sighing out loudly as she leans against the desk, speaking up, “Well.. I fear my want for food has expired. Avery, do me a favor, make sure that boy doesn’t come near me again until I call for him. If he so much as tries to take a step towards me his to be drug to the prison and locked away under 24-7 surveillance.” Avery nods to her quickly uttering out a “Yes my Lady.” He quickly moves out to the hall to stand guard over her study. Anarial collapses down into her chair again, glancing at her hands she sighs, she really had done a number on them with her own nails. She shakes her head, letting them still trickle a bit of blood out. She glances at her tray of food, the sight of it nearly making her sick. The wolf pups pick up on the scent of her blood and they lean up and starts to lap at the palms of her hands, cleaning away the blood. She closes her eyes and simply sits there, trying to calm herself down.




TheLadySif: After a dark glare, burning a hole into the back of his head, she sighs at the Queen’s words. She couldn’t care less about this Samuel person or whatever it was that the slave was after. Her plans were taking a hitch due to him and she was fed up with his antics. What sort of slave acted this way? As she dragged him, she kept stewing over just the thought of it. On one hand, his crazed disobedience turned her on. No one told her no, but damn it kind of felt good. Reminding her a bit of her younger days. The thought sent a flash of a memory that paused her steps just as she stepped through her freezer torture room door. After a breath, she turned and laid her eyes on the slave she had drug with her. Her eyes were unusually a calm green. But… for the next few hours, she would beat him with her whips and tie him to the frozen walls with her chains, bringing him to the edge of a blissful release only to leave him wanting and halting just before the end. Her eyes twinkled with glee as she watched him bleed and beg, taking a moment after each lash to lick slowly across his bleeding lips.




Guest_PestControl: The slave’s attention totally glossed over the queen after she said she didn’t hate her father. Of course, he would get no answers. More torture. More time spent as a slave, away from home. Away from mother’s cooking. Father’s stories. Fighting with his brothers and sisters. Wait – he noticed something. Over the next few seconds, his train of thought trailed into unfamiliar territory. He was paying close attention not to the queen, but to the head honcho, Avery. He was clueless. While the slave was completely tuned out of the queen’s rant, Avery hung on every word. The queen had clearly depended on him more than was usual, too. The slave thought he’d have to have been a fool not to have noticed, until now. He remembered how he knew Samuel wanted to kill him, with that jealous look in his eye. That was it. Avery was the key to his success. Dragged out of the room, the slave saw his friend with the Mohawk. “I need ten spears!” He shouted to the fellow slave. Only a few rooms away, the body of the slaver was being examined by a doctor. Guards scoured the premises, expecting to find the murder weapon. The whip was missing. When the slave was shoved into the room down the hall, he took one glance around it. “HELL no,” he said, despising the cold already. He turned to her, releasing the bundled-up whip he’d kept hidden up his sleeve, now wielding it by its grip. “Get the fuck out of my way.” The snowflake on his chest would start to fade, then. He’d take a couple careful steps toward her, dragging the whip on the floor behind him, the fresh blood of the slaver leaving a steaming trail on the frozen ground.
With the slave now out of her hair, her door shut, and her thoughts to herself again Anarial simply lays there in her chair. The wolf pups kept laying at her feet. She closes her eyes and her body shakes slightly, she was flustered, fed up, and suddenly wondering why her mother picked her for this role, she had no experience being in charge. Anarial sighs and shakes her head and raises to her feet. The pups follow behind her as she heads off to her chambers not bothering to say anything to anyone as she walks. She gets to her champers and then shoves her doors open. She then shuts the door behind her, in Avery’s face as he takes up his post outside her door. Ana strips her clothing off at the door, leaving a trail of clothing as she walks towards her bathroom, climbing into a piping hot bath, rose peddles in her water and all over the floors. She closes her eyes and sinks down into the bath, attempting to let go of her stress. The pups end up running over and pouncing onto her bed and curl up. Ana figured that the slave was being handled now and she had no reason to fret about him for the time being.




TheLadySif: She raises a brow, her devious thoughts of relieving her frustration slipping from her mind at the slave’s response. With a smirk, she tilted her head, not saying a word. Ever so slowly, she began walking closer to him, step by step, letting her hips sway slightly. She soon changed her direction and simply walked around him, facing him the entire time. She could have frozen him from the head down in that place but had a thought. It occurred to her that she didn’t give a shit and he was more trouble than she cared for. Ria had plans for Ana, and this slave was not one to play with her. With the same smile upon her face, he would come to notice that he was now in front of the door himself and could simply walk out if he wanted. Once standing where she wanted, Ria crossed her arms, looking to the nails on one hand as if she had forgotten he was there at all. If ever there was a time to distract the new ruler, it would be today.




Guest_PestControl: After circling the room for what seemed like an age and a half, he turned his head, one eye in his earring now fixated on the door, the other at her. She had listened to him. His goddess. Was she serious? Did she really not want to catch his wonderful hands? She didn’t seem to want to fight. He’d burst through the door without a second thought. He didn’t suspect for a SECOND that she was up to something and wanted to trap him. At least, it would seem that way. Once back into the hallway, safe and sound, he’d open his eyes a little bit just to seem to look her in the face while he said, “good girl.” The snowflake on his chest would vanish as he turned, not back toward the queen, but to the royal armory. He – STRAIGHT UP – BOOKED IT down the hall. He had spent enough time distracted. That, and he didn’t want to give the ice witch time to change her mind. The slave would coil the whip back up, so not to alarm anyone he passed on the way to collect the weapons that ‘the queen desperately needed’. This would be a… complicated transaction with the castle blacksmith.




Toxies: Anarial keeps relaxing in her bath, her mind far away at this point. The warm water washing her worries away. Avery was at her rooms door, keeping everyone away from her before she hit her breaking point. The scent of mint and rose filling her room, covering her soft flesh. After a bit of time she pulls herself from the bath, grabbing two towels she wraps her body in the large of the two, and then wraps her hair with the other. She heads to her large bed and climbs up onto it, laying down and closing her eyes as she simply breaths, keeping her mind clear for the time being. Her stomach was growling but she was ignoring it. Meanwhile, off at the other end of the castle the blacksmith had left his station for the day, having gone towards town, and no word of when he would make it back, and all of the weapons he worked on locked up tight. A magic barrier keeping anyone from picking or breaking the locks. This had been done on her say, she didn’t want people who didn’t need weapons to get to them. Something she had done on her first day here.




TheLadySif: Her smirk widened as he burst through the door, following suit casually but at a normal pace. She stopped just at the inner entrance of the room, one finger in her mouth. She bit down lightly, eyeing him down then back up to meet his eyes. At his words, she winked then turned on her heel and stepped further into her room, laughing low. Just as he disappeared around the corner the maid from earlier walked up, carrying a tray. She hesitated, then stood where the door was opened. “M-miss Lady Goan… I-I…” Ria smiled, her back to the woman. “shhhh. come in. close the door.” The woman looked on, transfixed with curiosity and stepped in, swinging the door closed behind her. Perhaps a few minutes after that there was the sound of the tray hitting the floor and a soft chuckle.


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DarkDelaMorte: -A slow moving creature moved through the trees. The ground was moist from the damp nature of this land which added to the creatures speed, yet it still seemed as though the creature was not used to this sort of biome. As such when it moved a soft sound could be heard coming from the creatures neck and arms, it sounded like a flock of birds singing in harmony which elicited a response from other creatures in the woods. The creature nodded as in moved slowly through the trees once more. The whistles were quite calming as it seemed to play a sorrowful tune. As if the creature was lonely and was asking for company. A small bird floated and landed on his shoulder, at the moment of contact the creature’s body seemed to wobble a bit than grow stiff under the weight of the bird allowing it to perch there as the creature whistled happily and asked it some questions. The bird chirped happily towards the creature and flapped away showing him the way to his destination. The creature followed now quicker as a small stream of water was moving down next to him and simply touched the water seemed to make him go as fast as the bird could fly. The creature's body was an interesting makeup, when it was on land it seemed to switch from a solid to a liquid over and over keeping its shape in a sentient form for the time being. Yet the moment it touched water the creatures “feet” which usually looked almost like roots, would turn into a liquid and move across the waterway at an impressive speed. The creature stood a good six foot six making him quite a large being as he seemed to be comprised of roots and water. On his back were two interesting objects, one was a largely white staff, the other was late that seemed to be in fine condition and crafted by hand. Both of these objects were odd for such a creature but it did not seem to mind as the bird landed on the creature’s shoulder once more chirping and indicating towards the large castle in close proximity. The creature whistled in happiness as the sound echoed through the air, a harmony of happiness and joy that could be heard and almost felt by those who heard it. The creature began moving towards the castle as he saw the bird fly back to the forest from which is came. A small sound of sadness whistled out almost like a goodbye of sorts for a good friend. The creature moved towards the castle more noticing more people as they talked about the creature not seeming to realize he could hear them. His body began to whistle softly once more sending out a somber tune as people blinked and watching him move on, some of them even tearing up a bit as the whistles were telling a tale of sorts without the need for words. The creature reached the doors of the castle and began to play a tune of greetings of sorts a small happy tune seemed to dance out of the creature's body but the creatures odd navy blue skin, and lack of a face, outside of piercing blue eyes, would more than likely put the guards on edge as the creature did not speak to them simply whistle along in glee. The creature tilted its head and whistled a bit more and held up its hands making some gestures as its fingers glowed. It suddenly began writing in the air in different languages finally one of them being common as it  simply said ‘Hello I am White Tree’-
 
 
TheLadySif: The scene in front of her was the last thing she expected. The slave stood there, looking as if he wished nothing more than to run right past her. The look alone in her eyes was enough to halt his motion. He stood as frozen as the heart beating slowly in her chest. Her icy blue eyes, glowing, scanned his appearance: covered in blood, and a bruise forming at his jaw. A slight glance downwards revealed bloody footprints from his dungeon cage just a few feet away from where she saw what really set her on edge… the dungeon guard, one of her favorites to play with, lying dead in a blood puddle of his own making. Ria set her eyes back upon the slave and smirked. Of all the things her fury would reveal first, it was a sadistic smile. “Well.” The word was simple and nothing more was said as shards of ice dropped from the ceiling all around him, caging him once again. The ice melted together and closed him in on all sides, soon freezing solid as Ria walks past him. She spared no glance back as the ice continued to move and fluctuate, creating a continuous casing of ice. Her footsteps were silent but caused the stones of the floor to crack with the suddenly dropping temperature. Kneeling down next to the dead guard she sighed. Touching his forehead lightly, his eyes glistened a light blue before fading as she drew back in the touch of magic she had laid upon him. Standing, she rubs her temples and walks from the dungeons, leaving the slave in a solid state of cryo.
 
 
DarkDelaMorte: -The guards at the first gate were flabbergasted, to say the least, a strange creature had suddenly appeared in front of them writing words in the sky and standing a good bit above them. They were even more on edge from the odd sounds it made, sounding like a song of sorts while also seeming to touch them emotionally made the guards weary of the strange being.- “White tree was it?” –the creature whistled in agreement- “Right then…well, I don’t know exactly what you are doing here but…” –the guard looked at the other guard who looked at confused as him- “Just let him go in, the queen can deal with it…also it will be watched by everyone” –while the two guards bickered White Tree noticed a few children staring at him. He could not smile at them like he wanted to so instead begun to whistle a jaunty tune as the children began laughing and dancing around the White tree as the guards watched dumbfounded by the creature's actions. As one of them spoke coughing a bit- “Um…well than you can go in…mind yourself” –he said not sure what to do as the creature knelt down and rubbed the kids on their heads as they laughed amazed by his body as some parts were see through and others were not as it seemed to shift with the wind, sun, and time as White Tree moved into the gardens and looked around a tad confused as to why these walls were needed for plants. His whistling tune could still be heard which seemed to keep the animals from bothering him while the guards simply watching the creature not understanding what it was. The creature finally reached the castle and tilted its head unsure of what this device was; it looked to be wood in design yet was dead. The creature tilted its head as its staff and lute were brought into its body as it slipped through the narrow crack of the door coming out on the other side in full form. As if his body was made of water of sorts. He shook his body a bit as the guards outside simply watched not even knowing how to react as the guards inside might have passed out standing up as many had never seen this creature known as a Tevi. As White Tree moved forward it began to play a soft tune as if searching for someone to speak to, the tune was soft and inviting calming the nerves of those around him as he would stand in the middle of the room simply whistling tunes from his body seeming to examine the architecture around him-
 
 
TheLadySif: She swiftly walked through the halls, passing other servants on her way. As she passes, she snatches a hand towel from a passing servant and wipes the blood from her hands. She lifts her chin and tries to calm the scowl on her face. Her image in this castle was important and she had to be sure not to look unpleasant. Her form moves coolly past the main hall and she almost continues on towards the Queen’s chambers before noticing the visitor. With a slight gasp, she pauses and turns, hand to her chest as she looks at him. After a moment of blinking and analyzing him, she remembers having met with these creatures before. Although very strange to suddenly see one here, she dismisses it. It was rare enough for her to be there at all, especially with the rising temperatures so who was she to judge. Ria straightens and clears her throat, looking around and seeing that there was no one to greet him. With a sigh, she considers going on about her business but decides there's always time to play with something new. She prided herself on her connections and chose to never let a potential ally get away. Placing a sweet smile on her face, she saunters into the room and up to the creature. “Welcome. Tevi.” With a slight curtsey, keeping her eyes on him. “I am Diliria Goan."
 
 
DarkDelaMorte: -White tree looked to the woman and tilted his head examining her a small whistle of greeting was heard before a jaunty tune was spread throughout the room feeling as though a musical was being played as the whistles from White tree where at different pitches to one, greet the woman, and to examine her as he had never seen an elf like her. After a few moments, the song stopped as some of the guards clapped a bit having enjoyed the music. Magic began to swirl around White Tree as he would make some hand gestures that looked odd but to a magic user, one could tell he was casting a spell as his fingers would suddenly glow with strong magic and began to write in the air in elvish ‘A pleasure to meet you Diliria Goan embrace of Elves, I am White Tree Embrace of the Ocean’ he wrote in the air as the words seemed to float in the air for her to read as after she would have recognized each word they would disappear leaving to return to the user's fingers to be used again as the Tevi played a tune of happiness to have met a new person after being along for so long as it moved a bit closer to the women his blue and white eyes seeming to examine her from a face that had no nose nor mouth as he wrote in the air once more in elvish ‘you are not normal elven embrace, what may I do for you for information of you?’ he wrote in vague terms. Tevi could write in almost any language but nuances of the language would be lost of them and thus they wrote in simple terms as to not confuse themselves or others. As he waited for a response his tune would start playing again causing the sounds to move throughout the castle seeming to create a melody for all to hear.-
 
 
DarkDelaMorte: White tree looked to the woman and tilted his head examining her a small whistle of greeting was heard before a jaunty tune was spread throughout the room feeling as though a musical was being played as the whistles from White tree where at different pitches to one, greet the woman, and to examine her as he had never seen an elf like her. After a few moments, the song stopped as some of the guards clapped a bit having enjoyed the music. Magic began to swirl around White Tree as he would make some hand gestures that looked odd but to a magic user, one could tell he was casting a spell as his fingers would suddenly glow with strong magic and began to write in the air in elvish ‘A pleasure to meet you Diliria Goan embrace of Elves, I am White Tree Embrace of the Ocean’ he wrote in the air as the words seemed to float in the air for her to read as after she would have recognized each word they would disappear leaving to return to the user's fingers to be used again as the Tevi played a tune of happiness to have met a new person after being along for so long as it moved a bit closer to the women his blue and white eyes seeming to examine her from a face that had no nose nor mouth as he wrote in the air once more in elvish ‘you are not normal elven embrace, what may I do for you for information of you?’ he wrote in vague terms. Tevi could write in almost any language but nuances of the language would be lost of them and thus they wrote in simple terms as to not confuse themselves or others. As he waited for a response his tune would start playing again causing the sounds to move throughout the castle seeming to create a melody for all to hear.-
 
 
TheLadySif: Quirking her brow, she smiles lightly, intrigued by the method of communication and music. Her eyes follow his hand movements and for a moment, she goes on guard, as is her instinct. Her muscles relax as he introduces himself clearly in her native script. “Beautiful skill you have there my dear White Tree, the pleasure is all mine of course…” She hesitates as he gets closer, shifting her weight to face him completely. As she looks into the creature's eyes she tilts her head questioningly for a moment, fleeting thought through her mind. She shakes it off and focuses on his next words then smiles brightly. “Oh, many would love to know.” Ria clears her throat, reminding herself to hide that part of her and be more pleasant and innocent. With a soft gaze, she shrugs up one shoulder. “I am a very friendly individual, I would be happy to…inform you… as much as you wish. But for now, I suppose you should be meeting our Lady of the house.” Ria takes that instant to nod to a close by handmaiden, waving her hand in a gesture towards the direction of Ana’s chambers and supplementing it with a wink. The maiden blushes and bows her head as she turns and hurries down the hall. The rest in the hall would rock slightly or smile in passing to the tune echoing throughout. Ria thought if not awake by now, such a sweet song would surely wrestle the Queen from her dreams. “Come now, let us get you acquainted, shall we? A few of the servants and I shall grant you a small tour of sorts.” Turning halfway, she holds out her hand to White Tree and tilts her head again.
 
 
Toxies: Anarial sighs as she’s awoken, she just wanted to sleep in like she used to be able to. She was a bit of a foul mood today. The day Samuel was supposed to come was fastly approaching and right now, she didn’t want to deal with the moody dragon, the slave was enough of a handful and at this point, she was convinced she had wasted her money in saving his life. Anarial mumbles under her breath, shaking her hand at the servant girl, sending her off, she hated being helped by them. She then drags herself out of her large fluffy bed and stumbles over to her balcony, the one that overlooked the garden, she didn’t care that she was bare currently, the fresh air felt amazing against her soft skin. She waits several moments staring out over her land, every day she woke up to this, she had to remind herself that she was now the queen of this land, that this was hers. She decides to take her time and stumbles into the bath area, her personal servant girl had drawn a warm bath for her and she sunk into it, letting the rose peddles in it brush against her flesh, getting their scent all over her as she tries to wake up. Figuring, if it was something important enough, Ria or Avery would come fetch her.
 
 
 
DarkDelaMorte: -White tree blinked a few times unsure as to what she was doing exactly. He examined her hand a moment then reached out his own, at first his hand enveloped hers with water for a moment cleaning out her pores of her skin as well rejuvenating the skin a bit until a he realized what she was doing as he lifted his hand up a bit as it reformed into a hand as he took her and used his other hand to write in the air- ‘After you’ –he wrote in elvish once more as he nodded a few times all of his mannerisms and actions had a good nature feel behind it, he never seemed to be planning something nefarious as he walked next to her and examined her as he whistles out a tune that would be used to cheer someone up as he wrote in the air- ‘Smile hiding something’ –he wrote once more in elvish. Tevi’s had an odd affinity with emotions, because of their lack of facial features and focus on the knowledge they had met creatures that only speak through written language and their faces as such, White Tree was well versed with those who were forcing something. As well the Tevi were naturally curious people who sought more knowledge than most other species, this was for several reasons but the main one seemed to stem from a wanting to know of their own past which was lost to them, they may live for up to almost four thousand years but meeting other Tevi was rare and getting along with those that were of other biomes made it even harder as those not used to a biome could get sick easily if it did not match their affinity.-
 
 
 
TheLadySif: Ria couldn't help but chuckle at his initial reaction then nodded and took hold of the now solid hand, beginning to walk through the halls, taking her time on her way to the Queen’s quarters. She knew the maiden had woken her, so she would be aware enough to be spoken to. And she did so love to visit the queen, the thought of it brought her smile to more of a smirk. She felt the magic in the air as White Tree wrote, and turned to read it. As her eyes traced the characters, she paused, her smile cracking. She soon recovers and laughs lightheartedly, placing her other hand over his that she was holding. “We all have our secrets, I assure my smile is in place for good reason…” She looks at him, her smile only a soft one now. With a deep breath, she looks away, “Shall we meet our grand Lady Anarial?” Letting go of his hand, she gestures to the chamber doors in front of her, ordering the manservant to push the doors open. The servants stand a few feet from the door after that, and Ria moves to go in with only White Tree. Whenever she would come before this, she would only go alone, not wanting the servants crowding her. She glances back and offers a smile to White Tree before continuing inside, expecting him to follow.
 
 
 
Toxies: She was fully submerged in the tub now, the water felt so good on her soft flesh. She had made notable changes since she arrived here, her pale milky skin was now tan, caramel like making her blonde hair stand out even more. She sighs, she figured she had been in the tub long enough now, it had been awhile. Her bathing area was within eyesight of the chamber door, and she had forgotten to tell the guard to keep people out until she came out, figuring no one would need her this early in the day. She stood up in the water, letting it run off her as she takes a towel from her servant girl, working to dry her hair, her whole front of her body facing towards the rest of the room, her nipple growing hard from the air hitting them. She was still drying her hair when the door suddenly opens and Ria came walking in. She was frozen, her face was now a bright shade of red, she drops the towel into the tub, her mind was screaming at her to drop back into the water but she just couldn’t move, her eyes locking on Ria.
 
 
DarkDelaMorte: -White Tree nodded letting it go for the moment letting out a small sorrowful tune of worry as it seemed this one was guarded quite heavily…she reminded White Tree of the Grey-elves or the Snow elves both of whom seemed to fear to let their emotions be seen by others. He would continue to follow her his body reacting to the presence of water and steam in the air as he writes in the air- ‘Someone has fruity water’ –he wrote in elvish as he would whistle out a tune of waiting as he followed the one called Diliria as his whistling seemed to be getting jauntier once more as the presence of water made him excited as he loved being around water. As he was fallowing Diliria he noticed someone coming out of the bathroom as he would tilt his head seeing the nude body of the queen as he writes in the air- ‘Do your people prefer nudity?’ –he asked completely serious as he would ignore the nude woman instead eyeing the bath as tilting his head at it as he nodded and let out a tune of happiness from his whistles as he clapped his hand together in glee as he now noticed the woman once more as it seemed her body temperature was rising. He would stick his hand out and let some cold water splash onto her body as he tilted his head once more and used his left hand to write in the air once more- ‘she was overheating, it is not good for a body to overheat’ –he wrote in common seeming to be oblivious to the current situation at hand instead seeming to keep looking back towards the bath with interest as to how they made it smell so odd and fruity than regular water was.-
 
 
TheLadySif: Silence filled the room for what felt like a long time, Ria simply standing there, having out one arm across her middle and the other bent at the elbow. She had her hand on her chin and a devilish smirk on her face, eyes glowing a light purple. She uttered a phrase in Ice Elf tongue that would be the equivalent curse word of “Damn.” Eying Ana, she did not read the words of the Tevi and instead was jolted from her thoughts by the splash of cold water being thrown onto the Queen. Ria drops her arms and remembers herself, flinching at her loss of control. She makes a slightly pained expression and slowly looks to White Tree, catching his next words. With a sigh, she puts a hand on her hip. “Well put dear White Tree, although I believe the only one overheating was I, indeed not good for my constitution, so I thank thee for putting the Queen in a cooler state.” Looking back to Ana, she tries not to laugh and clears her throat, the heated look back in her eyes. “Should I offer a hand, my Lady… or two?” Her gaze shifts to the Queen’s personal handmaiden for only a moment but long enough to halt her motions to help the Queen.
 
 
Toxies: Ana didn’t know what to do at this point, no one other then the help had ever seen her unclothed before and now there were two in the room seeing her bare. The sudden cold water snapped her back to the situation and she clears her throat, her arms reaching over her frame to hide her now rock hard nipples. She shakes her head as Ria spoke to her and she clears her throat, finally speaking up, “No no that won’t be necessary. If you give me a moment to dress I shall be with you both in a moment.” Hoping Ria took her hint and lead the male back out with her as she moves to step out of her bath onto the waiting towel on the floor and her servant comes rushing over to her with a towel. The whole situation had set her into a worse mood and she backhands the servant girl, sending her to the floor with the force behind it. “You should have moved faster than that, This towel should have been offered the moment that door open.” The servant girl was left on the floor, clenching her cheek and muttering out apologies. It was unlike Ana to raise her hand to a servant but this situation was one she had never been put in before. She then quickly heads towards the closet where her clothing lined the walls as she flips through them trying to find something to wear.
 
 
DarkDelaMorte: -White trees hand turned into a water form once more as he let out a whistle of confusion and wrote in the air- ‘do you need a spray as well? Or is nudity not common?’ –he wrote in common tongue as he would tilt his head back and forth examining the Elf as he whistled with astonishment and wrote as an added bonus in elvish- ‘so that’s what it is’ –he wrote as if he had a mouth it would more than likely be smirking as he looked back to the Queen, as she was called…it reminded him of the indigenous people of the eighth sea as they also were all nude everywhere they went…then again all of them were in possession of three genitalia so the need for clothes was a bit odd, especially when they spent most of their time under the sea. Only reason White Tree wore pants was so that in the ocean his bottom half would not become one with the ocean, it was always so hard to find himself afterward. White tree was then confused by what came next it would seem this person was in a place of power of sorts, although he could not see why to his eyes everyone here was pretty much on the same level in terms of powers as it seemed the more powerful one was the elf who seemed to want to mate with the one called queen. He let out a whistle of complete confusion as the door slammed and after a few beats, the sound of a slap was heard as White tree blinked and narrowed his eyes as he wrote in the air- ‘Who was just hurt? For what reason?” –he inquired to anyone who was able to answer as it seemed now for the first time White Tree was annoyed. By their nature, Tevi’s were kind and good natured, but not adverse to balance, especially when they witnessed it without understanding it. They were protective species of nature and viewed all creatures of the same stature, as all one time or another came from nature. As such he let out a whistle of annoyance that sounded a bit like a screeching bat as many would have to cover up their ears showing the mood of the Tevi to have changed dramatically in a few moments- ‘Violence is bad, war is bad, people hurting is bad’ -he wrote in the air- ‘if someone is hurting then they need help’ –he wrote and looked to Diliria for answers his white blue eyes now completely blue with black pupils as it seemed with his mood change his body changed as well.-
 
 
TheLadySif: Refraining from rolling her eyes, she places a hand over her chest and kneels a bit in an elven way then backs from the room. A little annoyed at not finding her that way alone, she tugs at White Tree to pull him from the room. With a sigh she keeps her back to him, letting her expression relax into one of annoyance. After the sound of the slap, which she didn't actually care about, she turned back to the Tevi. At his screech, she grabs her ears and crouches low, having an extremely sensitive sense of hearing, and being caught off guard. She gasps as the screeching ends then stand abruptly, clenching her fists to keep from lashing out. “Ah, averse to the more gruesome factors of life are we?” With a glance to the door, she shrugs, “I will be sure to soothe that poor maiden personally later on. Though our lady is hardly one to get physical.” She smirks slightly before replacing it with her gentle smile, now noticing the change in his eyes. She reels in her own emotions quickly, allowing for her own eye color to deepen into a more subdued blue.
 
 
Toxies: Anarial sighs and tosses on her mostly revealing silk dress. She leaves her blond hair a mess, letting it hang loosely around her shoulders. Most of her tan skin was on display in this dress but she didn’t care. She tugs on her silver and jewel armbands onto her forearms, slides her choker on and sets her headpiece on before she gently strokes the lovely box her adoptive father had given her, making her miss home all the more now. She sighs softly and walks over to the girl, crouching down her gently strokes over the girl's cheek before she speaks up, “Forgive me, dearie, I lost my temper and that was unfair to you, let me see the cheek I struck.” The cheek had a red hue to it but no damage, and it was not going to bruise. She then pats the girls head and helps her to her feet, “Go to the kitchen and ask them for a sweet bread. Tell them the Queen allowed this.” With that, the girl squeals happily and darts out the door, darting straight towards the kitchen as Anarial then moves to the door heading, the sudden noise that she could only assume was the male made her wince and cover the base of her long elven ears, cursing in elvish tongue before she collects herself again and moves to step out the door and towards the two, her facing having returned to its normal shade.
 
 
Anaya: It had been about an hour of flight and Sams claws were holding a dead whale and he was starting to struggle with his flapping, with jaws open and his black tongue hanging out the side he spotted where he needed to land there was the castle down there and there was a large area of trees and he could plop the whale down there and maybe even steal a fin off it, it had been a while since he had eaten, and fish only filled his engine for so long and even more so when it was not even overly large fish. And whale blubber pound for pound had more calories than other proteins. As he moved his wings to get him a stable glide he moved his feet over the spot where he needed to drop it, and from about 20 to 30 feet from the ground, it would make a bang for sure. When he got to the right spot Samuel opened his claws and let the massive whale go, the giant dead animal feel like a rock to the ground smashing into trees and making a rather large bang. And with a bang like that, it would scare away any wilderness so they would not come back to half their kills missing or wolves or bears eating it and having to fight and kill them off too. The exhausted Samuel hit the ground next about fifty or so feet from the hill landing very bumpy and weak, his legs did not feel very good hitting the ground and he almost faces planted into the dirt. He moved his wing to allow Sif to get down safely and he plopped his belly to the ground so she would not have too far to fall to. His head hit the ground as he drooled and snorted tired from hauling the whale this far, the trip back to the castle was going to be hell and there would have to be many stops along the way to refuel and rest. And he needed to rest for a moment so he could complete the task he had to do here, it put a grin on his face and a shimmer in hit green eyes to know he was going to be able to kill that slave boy today, and see Ana, see how she was doing all the way over here alone and without him or his mother's guidance. Samuel moved his head to look at Sif to be sure she was ok on his back and if she was ok getting off his back.
 
 
DarkDelaMorte: -White tree shook his head and wrote in the air- ‘Enough death as it is, I feel enough of it’ –he kept it quiet as he looked down ashamed of himself for a moment as he rubbed his own arm and did not let anyone see his eyes as he wrote in the air once more- ‘Nature more gruesome than anything mortals can conjure’ –he wrote in common as he thought to himself quietly. One of the most horrific duties of the Tevi was their watching duty. Disasters were common in this world as nature had to cleanse itself every so often yet sometimes it would not work as well as it should, sometimes the flood may not finish the job and some may start to investigate why. As such Tevi had the duty to watch disasters as they occurred, and if it looked like the disaster would not finish, they were forced to intervene and finish the job. They would have to interact their bodies with the disaster at hand as part of the nature pact meaning a wind Tevi would attach itself to a hurricane or tornado making sure it was finished to a T, but a Tevi’s body is what they connect to as such everything that the disaster does they feel the emotions of the elements as well as the people destroyed by it. As such the kind hearted Tevi were forced to watch countless lives being slaughtered their minds stuck in a state of finishing their duty but also experiencing the lives they took sticking to them until they separated from the element. This left a mark though on any Tevi who experienced such things, as such they had grown heavily adverse to violence in their lives depending on the personality of the elemental of course. This caused the major issue in this case of the steam and wet surroundings of the area connected to White Tree with some ease, as such while not a perfect sync he still could feel bits of pain from the servant as well the emotions of the Queen, both of whom left impacts in his mind and soul making his express his annoyance and anger by letting out the screech that was just heard so he would not go crazy by himself. He waited a moment as he had also felt some of Diliria’s emotions and wrote in the air- ‘My apologies’ –he wrote in elvish for this one as he stood quietly with his thoughts. He noticed the servant girl run out of the bathroom but she looked happy as he was confused. He tilted his head back and forth as some of the mist began to collect into his body before he shook his head and let out a whistle of relief as a his whistles began to play a soothing tune once more as if to calm not only those around him but himself as he reached onto his back and pulled out his lute as he tuned it a bit before beginning to play a soft rhythm to match the whistles he was producing-
 
 
TheLadySif: Her smile became a more real one as she looked upon the Tevi. With a nod, she turns to see the servant girl run off and the Queen standing before them. “Goodmorning my Lady. Even more of a pleasure to see you in all your glory today.” She winks then steps forward, casually touching the Queen’s hair very lightly before gesturing to White Tree. “Have at her my dear, our Lady Ana, this is White Tree. It would seem he has stumbled upon us.” She steps to the side to allow for them to speak to each other, slightly anticipating getting her hands on that servant girl, oh how she loved to play with them after getting them in trouble. Better yet, she couldn't wait until she was alone to handle the slave that had killed one of her toys, he would remain frozen solid in the dungeon until she had a moment to do so. — Outside, Sif sweeps hair from her eyes as she lays them upon the beauty of the kingdom. It was much warmer than she would like, but she had dressed light since the ocean. Thinking of it had her happy that Samuel could not see her from her perch on his back. As they landed a bit roughly she makes quick work of hopping down and going up to his face. “Are you well Samuel? I hope the travel did not put too much wear on you. Do you need rest? Shall I go calling for the Queen and fetch you thereafter?” Her questions fell from her lips, her rambling being the most she ever really spoke in the castle. Once noticing this, her expression softened and she went back to her cold and stoic demeanor, clearing her throat and bowing her head slightly.
 
 
Toxies: Anarial smiles to White tree, tilting her head forward down some in a sign of respect before she spoke, “Ha na- an honor na govannon- cin herder,” it was in her elven tongue but it roughly translated into English “It is an honor to meet you.” She straitens herself and resets her soft silver eyes on the male, a soft smile spreading on her lips just before Ria reached out and touched her. She knew she would be taunted later in her office for what just happen but she pushed that from her mind for the moment. She waits a moment before she speaks again, “Shall we get out of the hall and head to the throne room good Sir? Oh, and Ria, would you mind going and making sure the chef gave the girl a sweet bread? I promised her one and want to make sure she gets it.” She would wait a moment more before she heads to walk past them both and head towards the throne room, one of her favorite rooms in the castle, she had been making massive changes here and the throne room now had massive amounts of windows that let in the warm sun, plants lining the walls and the sides of the room. Anarial loved nature and she was a calm kind spirit and it was becoming more and more clear to those in this kingdom, making peace settle around the land rather quickly.
 
 
Anaya: Sam looked at her his eyes getting all soft and he almost had a blush on his scales, even if dragons could not blush they were able to glow a little. He moved and wanted to nuzzle her to just touch her with his nose but he did not as he did know better. “you are so beautiful when you are happy lady Sif, yes I will rest a moment, go on inside miss Ana should be there and I will join in later, if you find a boy that is a slave to the house he did not have a name, don't let him out of your sight, I wish to, talk, with him” Sam kept his head on the ground as his big green eyes looked at her. “the cargo was just a lot to hull, I will be alright, how are you it has been a while without food, i am sure ana will have much inside, if she does not she would be a shit ruler” he gave a chuckle as his foot moved kick at the saddle strap to get it off, with a couple good weak and floppy kicks the strap clicked and the saddle tumbled off and he let out a large breath and ugg like sound. His body as if deflating as he breathed slowly. “I may even eat a fin of our cargo before I enter after you. Or get a drink as well”
 
 
DarkDelaMorte: -White Tree tilted his head looking confused at the woman called Lady Ana as he looked to Diliria who seemed to be enjoying herself quite profusely as he blinked quietly for a moment before turning his attention back to the one called Lady Ana his blue eyes seeming to be a few shades lighter than his skin examined her as his body whistled quietly in thought before returning to music once more his fingers playing the lute to distract himself of what had just occurred. He would stop playing the lute as the one called Ana spoke as he titled his head back and forth for a moment examining and listening to her a moment before using a free hand to write in elvish- “Pleasure is Mine Lady Ana Embrace of Elves, I Am White Tree embrace of ocean’ –he wrote in the air as he paused for a moment trying to understand the word she had just used- ‘honor such an odd word’ –his body whistled in a jaunty tune as he followed Lady Ana and looked back at the one called Ria his blue eyes narrowing at her as his body whistled a bit more in a sense of contemplation before shaking his head as he examined the nature around him. He began to write once more his letters floating to where Ana could see them- ‘Nature is good to have, you treat them well’ –he wrote out the words dissipating and returning to the caster as Ana would recognize them. As he thought once more- ‘So nudity is not common in your kingdom?’ –he inquired through writing as no one had actually answered him yet and he was now curious as to why she had put on clothes when before she was nude-
 
 
TheLadySif: Ria lifted her chin to White Tree, nodding towards the Queen with a smile in good luck. Once they had both walked off, she relaxed, her eyes and expression becoming colder. “Ah, that one he sets me on edge. But how fun will it be to tiptoe around an obstacle such as that.” She smirked to herself then threw her hair over her shoulder, sweeping a finger under her bangs to clean up her appearance. She loved to meet the staff looking her best. She made her way casually in the other direction to the kitchen which was just across the entrance hall. — Sif nodded deeply, letting her hair fall over her face to hide her amused and content smile. “Of course my Lord… ah, Samuel.” She rehooks her spear to her backstraps and heads up to the gate. Having already seen Samuel fly in, the guards had stepped aside to let her pass. Her mood was the lightest it had ever been, she had flown, seen the ocean, and become closer to an individual even though it may be wrong. With that thought, her smile faltered and her expression sobered. But what she saw next as she walked through the halls stopped her completely. Sif stood there frozen, barely breathing at the sight in front of her. A woman her height, build, age and everything visually matching had stepped down the hall she now stood. The woman paused, narrowed her eyes then turned to face her entirely. Both women’s expressions were empty of emotion. After a moment, a single tear falls from Sif’s eyes as a smirk appears on the other woman’s face just before the woman spoke. “My my, have you grown to be so pretty with my face… dear Sister."
 
 
Anarial made her way up to her throne, sitting atop the throne. She adjusts herself quickly and a servant girl, almost as if she had been waiting comes running in with a warm cup of sweet mint tea and sets it beside her. Anarial gestures to the rather poofy couches and chairs around the room, “Please, make yourself comfortable. “As he mentions the nature within the castle she smiles softly, “I am a forest elf, I do not feel myself without the plants and forest near me, it is my hope that even this little bit of nature I may feel a peace, like having a piece of home with me.” She flushes softly as she speaks but she was quiet, until he asked about nudity and she shakes her head rather quickly, the flush staying on her face. “No, no, it is not a common thing here, Mostly we stay covered, my apologies for meeting you like that.” As she finishes speaking a guard comes running in, yelling something about a dragon landing not to far off and a growl like noise escapes her lips uttering a simple name, “Samuel…” She knew it was him, it had to be him. Avery comes in rather quickly and takes up a post at her side, she reaches over and gently strokes his arm, she had become fond of him, he made her feel… and odd way. Anarial shakes her head and turns her attention back to the male known as White Tree and she speaks softly, “Unforently, it appears I have an unwanted guest, one that wasn't supposed to be here but, I suppose I should greet him myself. Please make yourself at home, feel free to wonder about I shall call for you later, I wish to hear of your travels and how you came here.” With that, she would nod her head and climb to her bare feet, slowly, reluctantly heading towards the courtyard.
 
 
Anaya: Samuel got up from his spot as he shifted down to his human form being nude and standing in the brush. Walking over to the saddle he had kicked off he almost was waddling as he leaned over and picked up one of the saddle bag flaps and grabbed out some human garb that was a bit dirty and trashy but worked as he was just going to take it off later anyway. He pushed his black hair behind his ear and pulled a small clay pot out of his saddle bag opening the top of the leather and clay top and drinking the continence, there was not much seemed the pot had cracked from his careless flying with the cargo and some if not most of the water inside had seeped out the side. Samuel hissed softly as he tossed the cracked jug on the ground and then turned pulling on his trousers and starting to walk topless to the castle way. The guards spotted him and intently pulled up their weapons “come on I am father to the ruler” the guards kinda looked at each other and then went on their way. He was not at the doors yet but he was getting there. Leaning on a tree he wondered what he would do. He could go inside see Ana right off the bat or ring around back and look for that kid. Both plots were good ones and he had no idea what to do at the moment “hmmm what to do what to do” he said aloud as he lashed up the strings on his pants.
 
 
TheLadySif: 'Her breathing is erratic, how cute.’ Ria stood there appreciating her sudden fortune. Years she had been sending out agents to find her worthless runaway of a sister and there she was. Had walked up to her of her own accord. Her day was finally looking up. As Sif stood there solid as ice, Ria walked up close to her, almost chest to chest. Blue to blue, they stared at each other, but only for an instant. Ria raised a brow and Sif dropped her gaze. Walking around her slowly, as if stalking her prey, Ria swept her gaze over her doppelganger. Sif couldn’t move, the shock still held her still, but she knew what this meant. The moment she had been running from for years and she had stepped into it. Why did she come here? Was she so foolish to think she could be carefree for even a moment? Her expression shut down as did her thoughts… just like all those years ago when she has locked away. Ria smiled brightly as she saw her sister’s reaction. then stopped in front of her. “There she is… now…. how do we treat the royalty of our people? Or have you forgotten, delicate Sifrella?” Letting out a breath, Sif drops down and kneels to Ria in the same manner as she would Lady Anaya or Lord Samuel. Feeling the most pleased with herself, Diliria sneers and rolls her eyes. She lifts a foot and presses the heel into Sif’s shoulder then roughly kicks her to the floor. “Good, You do remember…” At that, she looks up to notice a servant coming down the hall. Crouching down, she pretends to help her up and whispers. “You are lucky in this moment dear sister but remember you are mine again… shall we meet this land’s Queen together?” Smiling she rises, Sif following silently but her eyes cast downwards again. As the servant passes, she inquires the location of Ana currently and heads that way, Sifrella in tow.
 
Anarial was not stopping for anyone at this point, there was no way in hell she was going to let Samuel run freely in her lands, she would make herself out to be a Dominate of sorts, even if that meant she was challenging a dragon. A hand full of guards were trailing behind her, she was basically growing under her breath, her hands balled into fists. She knew Samuel would sense her before he caught sight of her. Her caramel flesh on display against the white silk that wrapped around her body. She wondered if the sight of her dressed like this would catch him off guard, instead of her normal head to toe leather she uses to wear at home. She leaves the courtyard, walking straight up to Samuel with a small arm of guards behind her now, she had relaxed some. Her hands no longer balled and a fake smile plastered on her lips before she speaks up towards him, her eyes glaring towards him, “Father, it feels like I just saw you yesterday. Does mother know you’re here? She failed to mention it in her letters. Letters that seem to travel faster than you.” She meant the last comment as a jab at him, yet her voice was soft and caring. Her blonde hair waving around her shoulders in the breeze, Avery stepping up to her side, and just to see what Samuel would do she leans up on her toes and places a soft kiss on Avery’s cheek, at the corner of his mouth.
 
Anaya: Seeing Ana Samuel walked up top his daughter “well don't you just look amazing with your gown, guards, and alright sized escort. And no she does not know I am here, surprise trip seeing I was down fishing with miss Sif this way. So we thought it would be nice to stop in and see you, or well I thought it would be nice, she was in it for the sea and fishing” he gave a brisk chuckle and started to walk past her and looked back at her “lets see your castle my dear daughter come now we have matters to talk about, don't be so harsh and fickle with your old man. how has that boy been doing my sweet, that slave you bought, well we can go on about that later, and oh i dropped a whale in your yard, I will pick it back up on my way out, had to drop it seeing I had to land after I was doing my job” he walked past her and got up to the doors tossing on his shirt brown and dirty from the saddle bags, it made him almost look like a present but at the same time the glow to his bright green eyes showed strength and stature, and if you truly looked close enough even his shit clothing garb was made of very fine fabrics. As soon as he walked in the doors there was Sif “Sif...” he looked at her as she was on her knees before someone who looked just like her, and also who was not Anaya, and was not him, Sif did not in anyway need to be on her knees before anyone who was not him or Anaya, and even more so Anaya would not require a guard to be on its knees, only slaves were placed in such a degrading post. “and who the fuck are you” he scolded as he looked at the other woman walking around Sif like she owned her, just because you look like another person does not mean you own them. “Sif, knees are no place for you, only slaves fall to their knees, and there is no chain around your neck, we shall get a meal you and I wall we are guests in my daughters home” he at that point did not care he was a guest, Sif was being treated in his view wrongly and that would not fly. Samuel walked over to Sif and kneeled down holding out his arm for her to grab, he put himself on her level showing her he was putting himself as her equal and offering his arm “come on my friend, lets get a drink and something to eat” if she did, in fact, take his arm and raise with him he put his arm around her shoulder his clothing preventing his skin from touching hers and his clawed fingers hovered over never touching her but still being there to hold her the same.
 
DarkDelaMorte: -White Tree stood up and turned off the water his eyes looking annoyed as he would look towards the door. He could feel people gathering there as he sent out a loud whistle that would cause anyone within a ten foot radius who didn’t have good hearing protection to become sick or disoriented as White Tree left the room his body absorbing any moisture as his eye went back to Dark blue with a black pupil once more as he looked down towards the two servants who were in pain clutching their ears as he shook his head pushing aside his emotions for a moment as he felt like he was about to cry for a moment. He would walk towards the entrance interested in learning more from the Ana and Ria as he noticed a new person fallowing her. They looked close to one another except their body language was off; Ria seemed to be in a more dominant position than her look alike. As well her mask was off for a few seconds as he sent out a small whistle of contempt for a moment before letting out a happy whistle as he had noticed new people and began moving forward to greet them. Then noticed more people coming in as he tilted his head as sounds of concern and intrigue whistles out of his body as he began writing letters in the sky to go towards the two newcomers as the words ‘who are you’ flew in front of Sif’s and Sam’s faces as White Tree stood there silently his whistlers playing a soft tune as he moved forward towards the group once more as he wrote in the air in elvish and sent it towards Ana- ‘lovely water apologise about your snooping staff’ –he wrote as it seemed he was rather blunt in his explanations as to what had occurred as he stood there quietly his navy blue face and blue eyes shining through the sun that shined in as he heard mentioning of drink as he blinked at the word wondering why there was such a large event over getting a drink of water-
 
 
TheLadySif: Ria crosses her arms and chuckles lightly, soon laughing in earnest. Sif flinches and closes her eyes, hating that laughter, the voice that matched her own, the sound of all that had crushed her in her childhood. Looking to Sam abruptly, she began to rise, hoping to keep him from becoming as low as she was. The moment she rose to one knee Ria sent her a scathing glare. It lasted for all of a moment before she schooled her features once again at the newcomer. “There seems to be a small discrepancy here.” Her expression was cool but the usual smile she placed there was gone. Her niceties extinguished at the sight of her base goal. “This one…” She placed her hand on Sif’s head, keeping her down. “belongs to me. I…” Ria and Sif both look up at the same time to the words floating in the air. Ria sighs and Sif furrows her brow and wonders what the hell is going on. Her utmost concern was ensuring that the King did not reduce himself to her level, as well as resolving to her fate under her twin. Ria sets her gaze back to the man next to Sif and immediately gets irritable. She lets go of Sif’s head with a shovel. “Get up dear sister, you’re embarrassing your… friend?” With a smirk, she crosses her arms. “My Lady Ana, you shall meet my sister here, we seem to have many guests. I must admit only this one being a wanted one. She looks back to her sister, whom she continues to call ‘this one’. Sif lowers her head so that her hair covers her expression, slowly rising to standing. She says nothing and doesn't move as Ria steps close and twirls some of her hair between her fingers. “Sifrella must have caused you all kinds of trouble, don't worry I am the only one who knows just how to punish her."
 
Anarial seemed to have a mess on her hands now. But she was going to defuse it as quickly as she possibly could. She notice’s White Trees words and it puzzles her but she sets it in her mind for later. She shakes her head and speaks up in a loud voice, demanding everyone's attention. “Ria, if you would go to the dungeons and fetch the boy. My father will want to see him… alive. You, she motions to the female kneeling. “Rise, you are a guest here not a servant in my lands, and Ria, if you have an issue with it, we can speak in private. As for everyone else, how about we all head to the dining hall and get food and water before we all become grumpy and do something we regret.” Her voice was demanding, it was not a request in the slightest. This day had turned to hell and she hadn’t even been awake an hour. With her last comment she pushes past them all and leads the way to the dining hall, Avery glued to her side with his hand on his sword just in case something even remotely started.
 
 

Anaya: Sam stood their arm around sif and his green eyes were getting darker, that smell of dead things and toxin was starting to seep from his body, but he was keeping a hold of it, he could not let things get out of hand inside the castle if he changed here he would rip the roof out and he was sure Ana would not enjoy that. But this action from this random female was unacceptable, purely unacceptable and he was in no way going to handle it. As he took one step forward his body a foot away from the other woman, his bare foot came up hard and he Sparta kicked her directly in the chest point blank to send her flying across the floor. There was no way a person could have moved fast enough, but in the end, it was an elf so it could have with the fast reflex and all it could be avoided if the woman had shut up long enough to notice, but it was fully out of the blue and abrupt. Samuel looked at Sif and then back at the woman “no, she is NOT yours she is mine, loyal guard of the crown and I am the emperor that owns that crown, she will get no punishment for any reason by you, she shall get a meal, and a drink for her belly as she has been a needed friend and complain to me and my mate, the golden dragon ruler of all of Piros, if you hold a problem with this, take it up with me outside and we can deal with it. I am Samuel Tyberios DeNure Elder Red Wyvern, and lady Sif belongs to me and no one else” Sam gave a scowl as he looked to his daughter “were is the dining hall, my dear, I am famished” he just noticed she had said to go there and was showing the way “wonderful, come my dear sif lets go, I want something sweet, how about you” he smiled at her as his green eyes stayed dark waiting for something to hit him in the back or his daughter to yell at him for being well himself, she had to have seen something coming and the other lady earned it being so very rude. But the good bit was things were handled even if not for overly long and it may start something else later. “so that boy my dear daughter, why is he in the dungeon? Did he ruin his friendship with you already”


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6 Re: Times of Change on Sun Mar 26 2017, 23:22

DarkDelaMorte: -White tree’s head would turn rapidly side to side watching the violence as he began letting out a squeaking noise from his neck as if worried about what was occurring. He would hold up his hand and write a small note in the air sending it to the one called queen as it says simply ‘Ears cover now violence bad’ it said simply as the Tevi’s body began letting out a loud noise like a screeching sounds that was on a decibel used to make images woozy and sick, as well those with more sensitive hearing, such as elves or dragons from his experience, would be more than rendered hard to move from the sound as Tevi could not stand to see violence as to them it was simply not a means to an end. As the sound blared out sending out waves of compressed whistles from the Tevi’s body his hand began to move wildly magic words bursting out towards the fighters as the words ‘NO VIOLENCE, VIOLENCE BAD, STOP VIOLENCE, HURTING BAD’ the words would fly towards the three people currently in an altercation as the Tevi’s body would wait a few moments before the sound died down, his watery body slowly moving back in forth in his bare stomach showing his body to have an odd make up, a plant like stature yet his composition was like water, constantly moving through his body making it hard to tell what he was outside of the blue eyes of a faceless being, and the holes of which now produced a sound of sadness that would seem to now be feeling remorse and guilt from its actions as it watched what was occurring in front of him. White Tree was an odd being for sure to those not sued to the Tevi as most were revolted by its sights and others simply tried to kill it. Yet if one could see it was a peaceful being it was quite a helpful being as it would serve multiple purposes outside of simply whistling depending on where it came from. White Tree was ocean embraced, and as such tended to do extremely well with water, even to a point of absorbing water from around it and using it against others, yet its main weakness was, of course, its natural enemy, now what that was would be for someone to find out as it would be quite obvious from looking at the water and plant-like creature where it came from.-
 
 
TheLadySif: Sif winces and looks up abruptly as the small part of her hair that Ria was gripping was ripped from her head with the jerk. Ria took the kick to the chest with a surprised and pained cry. A wall of ice abruptly rose behind her, both slamming her to a stop and keeping her from an incredible injury from being sent across the great hall. She slides down her ice, it melting immediately, her eyes glowing the bright blue. Her eyes glimmer back to their normal color as both the color and anger fall from her face. She looked even more pale than usual as she slowly rose, gripping her chest. “Th- you- ” Her eyes dart back to her sister with a dark glare. “You dare give yourself to another when I have always been all you have? You ungrateful coward of a…” Her ramblings were cut off by Ana’s words and she turned on her heel to go anywhere but where she had to look at the face of the man who had taken her sister away, thoroughly annoyed that she had been caught off guard but knowing she would have a plan in place before dessert, meanwhile, she would go see about the slave boy he asked about, frozen in the dungeon. Sif blinked once, everything spinning in her head, following with Samuel as she was pulled along. Just as she was getting used to a real family, she was thrown back into her past. A sister who treated her like a dog after stealing the position of the queen from her, and had trained her like one. But with Sam by her side, she felt just a little bit stronger than she was back then. Once White Tree’s screech hit their ears, both sisters hit the floor, Sif gripping her ears and Ria gripping her head, all former thoughts dropping to the background as their sensitive ears were ringing, Ria’s beginning to bleed from already being exposed to it once before within the hour.
 
 
Toxies: Anairal was beyond annoyed at this point. How dare Samuel show up here. How dare they fight. She didn’t care what their backgrounds were, she demanded peace here. She demanded obedience. As Samuel speaks towards her she snaps her head towards him with a glare, making a mental note to drag him to her office a bit later. As soon as White Tree’s words pop before her face her hands dart up to her ears, covering them as best she can. She still gets slightly impacted by the screech, her elven ears twitching some and causing her to wince. She leans into the wall to keep herself upright, waiting several moments once he was done before she removes her hands from her ears. She glares at the lot of them, her mood now even worse before she speaks up, “ We are all going to the Dining hall, eating, drinking, and going to get along. I will not allow violence like this in my home. If ANY of you have an issue you bring it to me you do not attack each other in the halls.” With that she spins herself on her bare feet and heads towards Ria, glaring down at her before she speaks again, “Ria, go to the Doctor and make sure you're ok. Then I expect you to fetch that boy for me.” Before Ria has a chance to answer her she makes her way off towards the Dining hall, not really caring if they caused more issues, but if they did she’d have to have her guards handle everyone but Samuel, remembering his toxins, she’d have to handle him herself, but for now, she keeps walking.
 
 
Anaya: Samuel cringed as that sound hit his ears as he glared at the eleven woman that he had sent to the floor, but without thinking out his own ears he took his hands and covered Sif’s ears from the sound holding his hands on top of hers caring more about her than he did himself, which was something rather large seeing Samuel was well Samuel and he never cared about anything more than himself. He cringed and was trying so very hard not to cripple under the pain of his head ringing. His now on fire green eyes bright and anger filled turned on the one spitting letters into the air and snarled “dont...do...that” he hissed as he snarled and started to walk to the dining room hall, he wanted food, needed food and he was going to get it even if it was going to be just him going there, well him and sif, she was not being left behind, she would never be left behind. He helped her back to her feet still covering her ears and snarling as he was more than angered at the moment with the events, but he would keep himself somewhat proper seeing it was not his home and he was sure his daughter would have different rules and junk then back home. He looked over to his daughter “yes food would be good” he snarled more so glaring back to that being over there as he bit his lower lip and grumbled something under his breath, calming himself and looking to sif “are you alright Sif?” he said softly as he uncovered her ears as the sound stopped beating their heads into a pulp. He took a breath and walked with Sif over to the dining hall and putting his arm around her shoulder “are your ears ok” he asked truly feeling about it and being as real as he could be, even watching him and Sif he knew that someone who knew him could tell he was not being himself he was being tender, sam was never tender. His eyes scanned over to a maid as the maids were running around like chickens with their heads cut off. “maid, get some wine in the dining hall ready at the table, be sure it is chilled and there is more than one goblet I do think we all need some” the maid looked over to him then looked over to her ruler and how angered she was and in her own mind it was a safe assumption that wine was going to be needed and miss Ana said drink to “yes sir will do, wine it be” she rushed off to do the task as swiftly as she could.
 
 
DarkDelaMorte: -White tree tilts his head towards their words and writes in the air- ‘Violence bad’ –he sends to the man- ‘Using it will be bad, enough death and blood see I, any more and ground will be sad’ –he writes in the air for all the see as White Tree keeps tilting his head back and forth his neck as he suddenly walks over towards Ria and the ice and examines her ears as he whistles softly as if apologizing as he writes for her to read- ‘sorry pain’ –he would put his hands out, hovering by her ears as his hands begin to turn into water and cover her ears for a moment leaving a bubble around her ear canal itself. The magic begins to pulse through his body as suddenly small balls of light begin floating towards her ear as these were nature spirits. While rare for many to witness those of the oceans embrace specialized in healing and water magic, as such their lineage gave them the ability to use parts of their body to heal others as it was a tad hurtful to their health but to them it was better to lose a month of life than see another hurt as after a few moments with the flow of magic being felt through the air, White tree moves back from her as the bleeding would have been cleaned up a bit along with the pain on the outer ear and any damage to the inner ear, the pain in her brain was for her to penance on though as such he could not heal that. He looked to the ice and placed his hand on it for a moment as the ice slowly began to insert his hand as he was tasting Ria’s ice as suddenly a loud sound of happiness as he enjoys the tastes and writes in the air- ‘good water’ –he would then turn his head around to look at the ones called Sif and Sam as he tilted his head at them examining them as he looked between Sif and Ria for a moment now confused- ‘Two Ria’s?’


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