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 Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 10:36 am
She lets out a small gasp as the creature is struck, then turns her head away from them, staring at the tabel as the creature scurries away. The sudden violence brought back horrible memories that her clouded mind could not control. Her face burns hotly at the embarrassment of not being able to control her self. She closes her eyes to calm down again, but there is only one thing that comes to mind when she does and the reaction it causes is anything but calming. It’s of his paw brushing against her arm. This first thought between them sent shivers all through her body, crackling like an electric current. It was amazing, exquisite, and she wanted more. Her entire body was flushed now, far more then the wine could have done. It was becoming stifling in the room, cramped. She had to get outside and get some air. Finally bringing herself under control, she eats her last chocolate raspberry and then looks up to the ceiling. “I bet the view is beautiful from a tower at this time of night…” she sighs. Standing, she holds a paw out to him, “would you take me to see, Ranoll?” her gaze is steady against his, perfecting masking the racing of her heart.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 2:22 pm
Ranoll didn't miss the female's discomfort at his treatment of the servant. If only she knew the extent of violence his grandfather was capable of. Or the violence of his brother. Ranoll did not share their wicked desires, and never did he raise a hand against a fellow demon unless said demon harmed his family first. She would have to learn these things herself. He shrugged, standing. "I could take you to a tower, if that is your true wish." He folded his arms across his chest, staring at her. At length he reached out to her, but not for her extended hand. Instead he clasped her by the arms and pulled her gently to him, stroking her hair. He didn't want her to feel uncomfortable around him. "Does my treatment of that vermin bother you so?" His voice was soft and gentle, as was his touch. He let his lips graze her forehead as he spoke to her.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 2:32 pm
Ruriska “Oh look at that, I just took your queen. You should have been protecting her better.” Damn, it was impossible to get a good game of chess when Adonnenniel wasn’t around. No matter how many times he told them off, the servants would constantly loose; too afraid to win against him. Not that many of them were capable of matching his chess skills anyway, but they could at least try.
Quite suddenly the servant planted his face into the chess board in an awkward bow for Viray, his grovelling disrupted by Aphelion’s earlier order not to get out of his chair. Aphy craned his head over his shoulder, flashing a wide grin to the female. He knew every family member by sight, no matter how little time he spent in their company. “My, my, when did your curves get so voluptuous?” His gaze slid back to the servant. “Alright, you can go now.”
As the servant bowed his way out, nearly bent down to the floor, Aphy fixed up the chess game. “This is certainly not my room. My room isn’t as half as boring as this. I’m quite surprised by how clean he keeps everything, despite not being here half the time.” He cast a disdainful look around the spotless area. “Care for a game, my dear?”
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 4:01 pm
Aphelion had always been rather intrigued by Malum, but had been wise enough to keep his distance. Malis could be pretty nasty, but at least he seemed to have a thinking brain somewhere up there and Adonnenniel could generally curb his desires. But that grandchild, well… Aphy was careful not to hang around to much when he was in the building.
As Viray sat down Aphelion gave a wide, rather devious, grin.
“Indeed you are Adonnenniel’s child and you’ve inherited her lovely curves. But your hair certainly isn’t as soft and lovely as hers is. What type of shampoo do you use? Oh, never mind, it’s not really important. Pretty hair might come with grace one day. Unless of course you take too much after your father and then, my dear, there’s no hope for you.”
While talking Aphelion has finished setting up the game board. Now he moved his white knight forward. “Your go.” It was probably best that Viray not trust Aphelion in the slightest.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 4:40 pm
She lowers her hand hiding her disappointment that he would not take it. Had she been wrong? No, she couldn’t have been. “It is my wish, for the moment,” she giggles. When finally he reaches for her, she could cry out with the joy that went rushing through her. She wanted to cling to him, to bury her face in his dark chest. To feel his strong arms pulling her in, protecting her. But she could still be wrong, and it was still far too soon. She needed more time before that. She sighs softly as his breath tickles against her forehead, and then she lowers her gaze, chewing softly at her bottom lip. Should she tell him the truth? No, not yet. She didn’t want pity, especially not from someone who could cause her to feel like this. “It is a long story… perhaps someday, or with a bit more wine, I may tell you about it.” She raises her head, her deep violet eyes locking with his soft grey ones. He would notice it eventually. It would be better to have this part over now than to have to worry about it later. “But, I can give you a little hint.” She takes one of his paws into her own and places it on her hip, slowly sliding it around to her back and up. The fur beneath the soft fabric of her dress is smooth, but only at first. It begins to turn uneven, broken, along her back. A clear sign of the scarring that lay hidden beneath the fabric. “Not all of us have had happy childhoods,” she whispers breathily, watching his eyes.
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 6:30 pm
K i n u Mara blinked up at the sudden crash, shaking her head violently as she refused to allow little flecks and shards of shell to get stuck in her hair. Even wrinkling her nose in distaste before her alluring gaze caught sight of what was causing the ruckus. Cocking her head to one side she watched in wonderment as her middle sibling broke free by using the youngests shell as an egg-cracker. Mara wandered quietly over to the second sibling and raised a paw, swatting off a clinging remnant of shell affectionately from her hair before she yelped in surprise and chased off after their little sister who was rolling across the floor. She jumped back to avoid smacking into the egg as it struck the wall and landed on her paws quite deftly. Her balance obviously well developed, even in her early stages of life. Her claws dug into the floor to keep from falling over and she blinked as her sisters head popped out. Well, that was over with. Or so she thought.
Her siblings cries for help didn't go unnoticed and she glanced over her shoulder at her second oldest sister, smirking and rolling her eyes happily before yipping for assistance. Mara held no distain in her expression when analyzing their sisters plight, but instead figured this might become a pattern in the future. She trotted over silently and grabbed ahold of one portion of shell with her sharp, little teeth. Using her claws to back up in an attempt to crack the shell open wider. It was odd but she instantly felt a strong bond towards both her sisters, a powerful connection. She growled cutely as she tried to pull a hunk of shell away, a little crack issuing in response to her efforts. Her eyes narrowed in concentration. Alys growled, squeezing her other paw up between her neck and the shell, she kicked with her back paws and with one last final burst of anger the egg shell shattered. Tiny pieces flew all over the nursery, leaving her there blinking and covered in sell dust. She sat up and brushed the dust from her sisters and smiled. "Sisturs!" She hugged them and sniffed the air, it was cool and fresh, the door was cracked open slightly and she looked at it curiously. She rolled to her paws and knees and began to crawl towards it with fierce determination. She called to her sisters, "Wook! Outside! We go now!"
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 7:20 pm
Mara snapped off a large piece of shell, her ears swiveling to listen as her other sister encouraged their still un-hatched sibling on, she spit it out and across the floor and hopped back to avoid the tumbling new-comer. Shaking her head, wrinkling her nose and rolling her tongue to get the shell bits out of her mouth. Yuck. She closed one eye during the soft, caring pats of their youngest sister and Mara gave a playful, happy growl-purr in reply. Her tail swept across the floor as she sat, perking her ears to listen to the excited tones of her newly hatched sister and giving a sharp exhale that sounded like 'oof' as she was suddenly hugged, a smirky smile on her lips as she lovingly patted a bit of the dust off of her in return. Sneezing abruptly as it filled the room and fluffing her fur to keep the falling shell pieces off of her. Hatching was a messy business.
Blinking her luminous, lovely, mis-matched gaze over at her middle sister she was suddenly on her paws. Outside? Right now? Not one to back down, Mara waited for her before deciding if she wanted to risk heading out of the building or if she needed to pounce on the little one to keep her from heading into trouble. Instead of sticking behind and trying to make the others do the same, she sped up, they deserved a little adventure after all that work. Mara made it a race for the door and gave her siblings sharp, friendly nips to encourage them to play or to follow. Her eyes bright and her claws clicking across the floor as she speedily headed for the open door. She didn't think much of the fact that she hadn't yet spoken, in fact, she wasn't really paying much attention. And she had made noise, so that mean't she could speak. She had other things on her mind, like finding out what that fresh smell lead to.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 1:07 pm
Cleo walks around forest surrounding the castle, she blinks climbing a tree to get a better look at the castle she smirks wondering what lays inside, she listens with her ears and watching for anyone or anything that may be around to rip apart.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 6:01 pm
Violet Darkstarr She lowers her hand hiding her disappointment that he would not take it. Had she been wrong? No, she couldn’t have been. “It is my wish, for the moment,” she giggles. When finally he reaches for her, she could cry out with the joy that went rushing through her. She wanted to cling to him, to bury her face in his dark chest. To feel his strong arms pulling her in, protecting her. But she could still be wrong, and it was still far too soon. She needed more time before that. She sighs softly as his breath tickles against her forehead, and then she lowers her gaze, chewing softly at her bottom lip. Should she tell him the truth? No, not yet. She didn’t want pity, especially not from someone who could cause her to feel like this. “It is a long story… perhaps someday, or with a bit more wine, I may tell you about it.” She raises her head, her deep violet eyes locking with his soft grey ones. He would notice it eventually. It would be better to have this part over now than to have to worry about it later. “But, I can give you a little hint.” She takes one of his paws into her own and places it on her hip, slowly sliding it around to her back and up. The fur beneath the soft fabric of her dress is smooth, but only at first. It begins to turn uneven, broken, along her back. A clear sign of the scarring that lay hidden beneath the fabric. “Not all of us have had happy childhoods,” she whispers breathily, watching his eyes.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 6:45 pm
She looked up to him, wide eyed. She had clearly not expected him to react this way. She had expected revulsion, hatred even. She was a tainted and used creature, after all. But what was this? Was it possible that he… cared? No, no that couldn’t be it. But it was clear he would not let this go until she told him. She lowers her gaze and turns her back to him, for all she had suffered she could not face him and watch the disgust creep into his beautiful pale eyes as she told him. Her heart pounds in her chest so loudly she is sure he can hear it. Taking a deep breath, she begins her tale. “The ones who did this are long gone. I wouldn’t be here before you if they were still alive… they found me when I was still a child. I looked so much like a regular faekat that instead of killing me, they took me. They filed down my horns and kept me locked up in a shed.” she shivers and crosses her arms over her chest, hugging herself. It had been a long time since she had last told anyone of her past. “I was a slave to them until I was old enough… every day I was beat for the most frivolous things, but they always took great care of where I was whipped. I would be worthless to them if I lost my pretty face. They turned me into a harlot, and made me do… unspeakable thing…” she squeezed her eyes shut, holding herself tighter. “Eventually I just… snapped. And I killed them… I killed all of them and burned the building to the ground…” a tear managed to squeeze itself free and slid slowly down one cheek. She could feel the room closing in on her and it was becoming too much. “ I need to go outside, Ranoll… please, I need to be outside… If you want me to leave, I understand, but please take me outside.”
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 1:50 am
nekolulu Cleo looks at around as she sitts in the middle of the garden all lone Neko, I'd be more than happy to reply to your post, but you'll have to change it a bit first. There was no way your kat could have found the garden on her own. She would have to begin at the forest surrounding the castle, as only family members know the way. And I'd appreciate it if you showed me a picture of Cleo, so that I know who I'm roleplaying with.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 3:47 pm
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 5:43 pm
Ranoll stroked her arms, feeling more than a little guilty as he thought back to his treatment of the servant at dinner. He made a mental note to never behave that way in front of Velvet again. "I would not ask you to leave," he said softly. "There is a courtyard in the middle of the castle. I will take you there." He took her by the hand and led her through the dark halls of the castle, coming finally to a door. He pushed it open and revealed the large courtyard full of blossoming cherry trees and flowers. A stone path wound its way through it and some benches were scattered about. He led her to one and motioned for her to sit. After a few moments of silence he said, "The past is behind you now. No one will hurt you again." His voice was soft, but held in it a determination and undeniable strength. He gazed at the sky thoughtfully.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 5:49 pm
Ruriska Aphelion had always been rather intrigued by Malum, but had been wise enough to keep his distance. Malis could be pretty nasty, but at least he seemed to have a thinking brain somewhere up there and Adonnenniel could generally curb his desires. But that grandchild, well… Aphy was careful not to hang around to much when he was in the building.
As Viray sat down Aphelion gave a wide, rather devious, grin.
“Indeed you are Adonnenniel’s child and you’ve inherited her lovely curves. But your hair certainly isn’t as soft and lovely as hers is. What type of shampoo do you use? Oh, never mind, it’s not really important. Pretty hair might come with grace one day. Unless of course you take too much after your father and then, my dear, there’s no hope for you.”
While talking Aphelion has finished setting up the game board. Now he moved his white knight forward. “Your go.” It was probably best that Viray not trust Aphelion in the slightest.
Her eyes narrowed at his insults. "My hair, Sir Aphelion, is QUITE soft and lovely." Her voice had an edge of a growl to it, inherited from her father. She gripped the table tightly, her claws digging in. "And indeed I DO take after my father in many ways." She sneered at him as she moved a pawn forward. "You may find me quite a pleasing mix of my parents." She chuckled and relaxed her grip on the table. Malum will not appreciate claw marks. "You would thing spending so much time with my mother would afford you some manners." She flipped her hair behind her with one hand. She would teach this male a thing or two. He may be Mother's friend, but that doesn't mean Viray had to be perfectly pleasant.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 6:10 pm
Velvet barely felt his touch on her arm, her claustrophobia had too strong of a hold on her for her to fell anything but suffocation. She followed slowly as he pulled her along, her eyes slightly glazed, not really seeing anything until the cool night air of the courtyard hit her face. Gulping hungrily at the fresh air, her fear begins to ebb away, bringing her back to her more controlled, rational self. In some ways she felt better for having told him now, in others… but better not to think of that, lest it would start all over again. She sits on the bench and crosses her legs, leaning forward slightly to study the flowers around her, sneaking sly glances at him to make sure he was still there and wasn’t going to leave. “I’m sorry you had to see me in such a state. It must have been… uncomfortable.” she smiles at his words and looks up at him, tilting her head slightly. “Is this to mean you’ve become my protector?” she giggles softly. If only…
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