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Post by Spiderfly on Sept 5, 2007 21:33:42 GMT -5
((oh... my... gawd... hot))
Softly Lleurela lowered herself from the chair, her back feet padding softly onto the carpet. She followed her Queen into the hallway and eventually found herself walking somewhat even though still slightly behind Lysaras. It was simply easier to hear her softspoken words this way. Lleur found as she walked that she looked up at Lysaras with a soft fondness and surprised herself at so easily liking someone.
She shook her head, now was not the time to get distracted by anything. Though it was an interesting distraction worthy of future attention. She took in the Queen's word nodding as she spoke. Unwavering formality, that she could handle. Or at least she believed she could, she had been fine with the 2 Queen's she had met so far so hopefully meeting this King would go fine.
A bright smile broke across Lleurela's face as the Queen encouraged her and slipped in another quick warning. A nervous knot began to build up in the small chipmunk's stomach that she quickly tried to squash. It wouldn't do to enter nervous.
Her eyes wandered upwards taking in the whole door. A quick shiver raced through her spine but nothing more. As she entered her eyes first went to the fire but as the resounding clank of the doors shut behind her she finally noticed the man. He was so lanky and his adornments so odd that Lleurela felt oddly unsettled. As Lysaras left Lleur blinked rapidly, feeling as if saying goodbye instead of this stranger would somehow be wrong. A small nod of thanks was given to the good luck wish and then Lysaras was gone.
She looked up at the man as he turned his attention to her and she bowed low at his name. "It is a pleasure to meet Your Majesty. I am Lleurela, of Villa en Miir." How odd it felt to be in his presence. . She stayed bowing.
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Post by The Jenn on Sept 6, 2007 0:33:31 GMT -5
((...guh. *also interrupts with his hawt* Also, I'm so curious to see how he responds to being addressed as 'his majesty', a queen's greeting. *grins mischievously*))
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Post by Spiderfly on Sept 6, 2007 9:31:50 GMT -5
((CRAPXD CRAP CRAP CRAP CAN I EDIT THAT? XD SO my fault
NM XDD I'm gonna leave it and see what happens. After all it's not like she named him a lower rank XD *giggle*))
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Post by Nathalia on Sept 7, 2007 11:27:10 GMT -5
Varestes' pupils dilated slightly, his mouth set into a small, cold half-smile. He watched the little Ten with interest. His lanky frame towered over her, bone ornaments clacking together softly as he moved.
"No need to tremble my dear..." He murmured, he had an odd way of being able to show a good amount of teeth when he spoke, without grinning like an idiot, it was unnerving to most. "I believe I've become rather fond of that title as well...so many seem to use it around me that I've grown accustomed...." He held an arm out, gesturing toward the chair before the fire. His fingers curled slightly to support the weight of the taloned rings, the yellowed joints of bone beneath making his hand look as though it were falling apart in the fire-light.
"Please have a seat. There are some questions that I need to ask you before we can proceed." He takes the chair on the far left, so that his face falls into half shadow, the skull mask reflecting the dancing flames and only allowing one pale blue eye to be visible. He steeples his fingers and watches her, the eye she can see becomes slitted, his mouth set into a wry smile. "What is it you think I will ask of you? Have you ever heard of what happens on a Jack's quest?"
There is an odd flickering on the side of his mask, almost as though the socket of the skull had illuminated for a second...perhaps it was simply the firelight. "Do you think that I am here to tell you about protocol? We have lesser cards for that job... Perhaps you think I'm going to tell you that you have to swear allegiance to Her Majesty.... Heh, you would have to do that anyway. What is it you think you will have to do, little flower? Answer me that..." His voice ends the last word in a near hiss, delight dancing in his eye as he drinks in the sight of her.
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Post by Spiderfly on Sept 7, 2007 16:09:21 GMT -5
Almost at once Lleurela noticed her mistaken use of the title 'Your Majesty'. Perhaps it was her nerves that had caused her to use the wrong title, but at least she hadn't named him lesser than he was. She felt a quick pang of guilt though as she thought of Lysaras, the true bearer of that name, but she knew she needed her full attention in this room.
She'd never felt this sort of pressure before, not even when she performed music in front of her whole city.
Deeming it best not to correct herself she said nothing but stood and followed his gesture towards the chair at the fire. Lleurela really didn't mean to tremble, but the gross visage of seemingly decaying hands unsettled her as much as his smile did. She calmed herself and followed his lead, pulling herself up onto the chair and shifting into a comfortable position.
Lleur looked down at her own hands, so small and chubby, before answering the King's initial question. "I.. I don't h.. honestly know."[/color] She answered meekly. "I have hear.. heard no stories about ranking qu... quests."[/color]
Being too intent on the fire at the moment Lleurela didn't notice the odd illumination, luckily for her nerves. "I... I don't know Your.. Highness." [/color]She halted a little at the title, wondering if she should have made the same 'mistake' again. "I really don't know."[/color] She repressed the urge to shiver at the last hiss and looked up at him, nothing but questions, though not uncertainty, in her eyes.
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Post by Nathalia on Sept 9, 2007 15:24:51 GMT -5
Varestes watched the Chipmunk's chubby form shiver slightly and smiled softly, his features relaxing as he settled back in his chair. Good, good.... He hated it when they pretended that they knew what was going to happen... When they tried to impress him. That was impossible so they only succeeded in making him more irritable... This would be fun....
"I am here to give you a task that you must succeed in before you will be accepted by the Court...a test, if you will, my dear..." He grinned again, his canines looking longer than they should have been... His eye was hooded, half-closed and not quite focused on her. "I think a little test of the mind will be suitable, don't you? Tell me my dear, how strong do you think your will is? I do so hope that I don't break it..."
He snaps upright suddenly, seeming to have no change between relaxed slump and upright and striding. He is towering over her chair within seconds, one hand gripping the leather upholstery, the other sliding down to caress her cheek. "Do not be afraid, my dear...I'll try to be gentle..." His grin widens, both eyes now visible, the pupils are gone, only a deep glowing blue remains, the fingers of his left hand dig into her face and then. Quite suddenly. Are gone.
She finds herself alone in a dark clearing, in the middle of nowhere... There is no breeze to rustle leaves and the shadows seem unnaturally dark. An echoing clacking noise is soft and constant all around her... There is no sign of anyone. Off to her right the trees seem to grow together almost forming an arch...it looks like the entrance to the game mazes that are so popular in the Yarrow Gardens...
Varestes grins down at the prone figure under his fingers. "Well, now my dear... Let's see how you do, shall we?"
((OOC: How badly would you take it if he took advantage of her while she was working her way through the mental challenge? He's kind of an ass like that, but if you're against it, he can find some self-control XD))
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Post by Spiderfly on Sept 9, 2007 18:09:39 GMT -5
Lleurela listened with rapt attention, swearing to herself that she would not miss a word. She nodded slowly as he continued, not allowing herself to chitter with nerves as she so often did.
"A... a task?" She nodded again, hopefully ready for what he had planned for her. No, she was ready, she had to pass to become a Jack and the Head Musician. Her eye twitched a little at the aggressive looking teeth, her natural preylike instincts screaming at her to run.
"I will .. do whatever task y. . .you ask." If only she knew what the sentence could truly mean. Lleurela could clearly see the evil promise held without Varestes eyes, but if he set the task, she would complete it. Her shoulders straightened when he asked about her strength of will.
Long, had Lleurela worked to get where she was now. To have this opportunity and she would not let it slip away. Her dreams of being surrounded by music always, and being comfortable while doing so were too close to ignore. She wouldn't back down from His Highness' task. She couldn't.
Her little voice rang with a big more conviction at her next answer. "My strength of will is bottom. . . bo.. bottomless Your Highness."
She jumped a little at his quick movements, her teeth chittering together before she could school herself to stop it. Lleurela leaned back and he leaned in, attempting to keep his cold eyes within sight. Her fluffy tail twitched as his bony fingers touched her cheek and the tremors that had been hardly noticeable picked up.
"I. . I am not afraid." She said to convince herself as his eyes swam before her. She watched with an interest that was unnatural. The blue deepened and began to glow and she felt compelled to lean forwards somewhat. Cold, so cold she felt as she mentally tumbled forwards through them, her nerves, everything slipping away from her and she became still.
She 'came to' in a clearing. The darkness seemed to compound upon itself and pool in an unnatural way. The noises around her put her on edge, the hair on her back rising, bristling at it.
Lleurela looked around wondering if she had been knocked out and taken somewhere before she remembed.
"I think a little test of the mind will be suitable, don't you? . . . "
No, she was definately not somewhere else physically, but somewhere else mentally. She finally realized her predicament. What if she failed? Would she be trapped in this dream world forever? It would do her no good to avoid was obviously looked like the test ahead and so she made her way towards the maze entrance quietly, hoping to not arouse anything else that may be in this world.
((OOC: XD I will not stop Varestes from being himself I love him too much XD Besides it's not like Lleurela can protest *giggle* This RP is so fun it makes me glee >.> ))
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Post by Spiderfly on Sept 9, 2007 21:08:38 GMT -5
Spiderfly and Nathalia both receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Nathalia on Sept 10, 2007 16:18:46 GMT -5
Varestes deftly picked up the unconscious form of the future Jack. He smiled, future Jack...oh yes, this one would not be allowed to fail...he rather liked the look of her.
Just as easy to control as his dear Queen. Yes, this would be perfect. He moved slowly to the back of the room, next to a spindle legged table and a thin bookshelf. He slowly shifted the weight in his arms and placed one thin hand against the wall, the talons on his rings making soft scratching sounds as he did so. The wall appeared to dissolve slowly, and the King and his "companion" moved through the empty space, wall filling back in behind them.
The King's room was lasciviously furnished, covered in riches and objects of delight. He moved toward his bed, placing the Chipmunk on a Gryphon's pelt on the center of the mattress. He whipped around and blew out the single candle, waiting a few moments after complete darkness fell.
Then, with a startling snap and a splintering noise, he changed.
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The archway loomed over Lleurela, it seemed almost as though it were pulsing with energy, at the same time it seemed drab and lifeless...depending on how the shadows shifted.
The walls appeared to be made of shadow, though touch revealed cold, obsidian marble, covered in vines and creepers. The maze wound on for what must have seemed an eternity.
There was nothing there.
After a few hours the wind picked up. It hissed through the creepers, slicing over the tops of the twelve foot walls. It carried on it a whisper, that could be heard faintly...
"Lleurela... Far- I -atch... Lleurela, ah, I'm nev- -ou, find your wa- ..... I'm-.... Lleurela..."
The air began to chill, the whispers half formed, continued. Breathy and undulating, they were relentless.
Animal senses could pick up on the unmistakable sensation of being followed, watched, .....hunted.
"Lleurela... I .no.. find ah, ah!... Finistris... -ollow my...Lleurela..."
The center of the maze opened suddenly onto a wide circle, three openings led away from it, a large white fountain ran in the center, wilted flowers surrounding it. On the side, facing away from her, was a hunched form, indiscernable in the shadows. It leaned over its crossed legs, one arm dangling unpleasantly.
The wind ceased...the figure flinched.
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Varestes snapped back upward, his form growing smaller, sleeker, as his bones popped, snapped, and crushed their way back into the places his Human form required. He gazed down at the prone figure and brushed his fingers across her forehead. Smiling, he lowered his face to hers, and breathed softly into her ear...
"Lleurela...I'll find you..."
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Post by Spiderfly on Sept 11, 2007 21:43:55 GMT -5
As Lleurela approached the archway a quick shiver went up her spine. For a second she couldn't place what had caused it until she noticed the archway sway between life and death in a sense before her. It happened so quickly, back and forth, that it made her breath catch in her throat and she hurried through.
She entered the maze and began to wander. A few times she stumbled and would touch the cold obsidian walls. Everytime she'd jump back as if it had bitten her. For all the vines and creepers it was a lifeless place. More than devoid, almost as if it were a vacuum. "How long?" She wondered. "How long have I been walking?"
And then, she heard it. Just the wind at first but soon, soon the whispers started. The hair along her back stood on end and her heart began to pound. Her ears strained and still she couldn't catch everything, not even complete words. Though, she did catch what she believed to be a name Finistris One thing was for sure in her mind, she had to find the voice.
Her pace picked up and she had the distinct impression that someone was following her. Everytime she turned around however she saw nothing, not even movement besides the swaying of the vines. She was almost as a dead run as she hit the opening in the center and she skidded to a halt on the rough ground. Her breath was coming in pants, and not entirely from running. Her mind was screaming "Danger! Hunter! Run!"
She regained some composure however and scanned all three openings quickly with her eyes before noticing the figure. Her stomach turned a little, something wasn't. . . right. Something was definately. . wrong, the arm, the posture. .. Lleurela inched towards the figure slowly, keeping some distance before speaking in a decently loud voice to reach the figure.
"H.. hello? Did. . did you need a.. an. any help?"
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