Ignia stopped when the music did, her barefoot slamming down when that last note finally ended. For a moment, she stood there, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. The woman was a dancer, but even they had a limit to their stamina and with a song like the one just played, well. Most people would be flat on their face after that.
Her hazel eyes caught those of the musician and though her contempt was mirrored in them, Ignia knew things that this girl did not. "You musn't speak of him that way and you must not play that song..." she said quietly, so as not to be heard. Her gaze then fell on the man egging Lilian on. There was nothing she could say to him. Lilian was not a slave, but she may as well have been with the way she was treated. This man, he was different. He was here as a guest. There was no way Ignia could talk to him as if he were her equal.
Instead, she addressed him properly. "My Lord, please, if you would choose a more appropriate song, I'm sure that My Lady would be just as happy to play it as I would be to dance to it." Her words were a warning to them both. Do not do things that Octave does not like or you will certainly regret it. Whether the two heeded that warning or not, well... it was up to them.
In the end, it was not her job to look after them. Technically, it wasn't really her job to do anything because that implied getting paid. So, she moved back to the center of the dais she was performing on and looked around the room. Many times she had performed here, but never for quite so many people. It seemed that her legend was spreading. That or Octave's riches were somehow expanding. She doubted the last one with the way he spent gold.
It was an uncomfortable feeling, to have hundreds of people's eyes on you. The worst of it was that she knew it was not her dancing, which she believed was rather good. It was neither her beautiful ebony dress that flowed around her with each turn nor the gold accessories that made her look like a tribal woman. No, it was what these two were meant to bring attention to: her hair.
Another sigh escaped her lips as she once again stood on her toes in prayer. Like before, she prayed for grace and beauty and waited for the music to start again.
Octave watched his favorite pet as she moved across the dais. She'd done so well the past few years. The way she danced always made her hair look like fire, as if she had come from the depths of hell herself. For that reason, they always dressed her like such a creature, sure that it would make the rumors spread even more quickly.
Yes, she was perfect, just what he had been hoping for when he'd bought her so many years ago. Everyone at the party was bound to respect his position and wealth after seeing her. She was the slave that they all wanted but could never have, and he would hold that advantage over all of them until the day he died.
A sly grin formed on his lips as he remembered something else. Recently, she was also buying him workers. A guard that he had hired for the party had specifically asked for "time alone" with her. Normally, Octave would have said no. After all, whoring his slave off was just bad business, but with the amount of gold he was saving he'd decided this one time would be fine.
Though, sitting in his throne-like chair and staring at his demon girl, Octave wondered if perhaps she might earn him very much if he started to use her that way.
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Hello all who have deigned to grace my profile with their presence! I am the great Arrayah, lord of the Phoenix. Or something. I don't know.
Anyways, bio. As of writing this, I am a 23 year old female. I am married. I own two dogs (a Dalmatian and a Labrador... so cliche). I work from home. I like crafty stuff and games. I used to be an MMORPG girl, but have since moved on to things like Minecraft and Ark as well as Rimworld and Dwarf Fortress. Who knows what's next?
I love writing, but only get to roleplaying a few times every couple years. Unfortunately, life gets in the way. I'm starting to have more time lately, and thought it'd be fine to start it up again. We'll see how it goes, but hopefully I stick around this time.
I was on the old RPGuild, so you may recognize my name. If so, hello again! If not, maybe we'll have lots of fun together. If I've been online recently, and you're interested in doing an RP, feel free to PM me. I'm almost always interested in 1x1s as long as I don't have too many going on. Check some of my old threads to see my rules, or pm me if that's too much hassle.
Long live the Phoenix Queen. Or something or other.
Anyways, bio. As of writing this, I am a 23 year old female. I am married. I own two dogs (a Dalmatian and a Labrador... so cliche). I work from home. I like crafty stuff and games. I used to be an MMORPG girl, but have since moved on to things like Minecraft and Ark as well as Rimworld and Dwarf Fortress. Who knows what's next?
I love writing, but only get to roleplaying a few times every couple years. Unfortunately, life gets in the way. I'm starting to have more time lately, and thought it'd be fine to start it up again. We'll see how it goes, but hopefully I stick around this time.
I was on the old RPGuild, so you may recognize my name. If so, hello again! If not, maybe we'll have lots of fun together. If I've been online recently, and you're interested in doing an RP, feel free to PM me. I'm almost always interested in 1x1s as long as I don't have too many going on. Check some of my old threads to see my rules, or pm me if that's too much hassle.
Long live the Phoenix Queen. Or something or other.
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Well I mean... no one really went and got the alpha, soooo I don't see why you can't post without him, though I will go ahead and send him a PM.
As Kiara made to follow him, she heard the last part of his sentence and muttered something under her breath. "That's exactly why I said I wanted to get it over with, bastard..."
His words were quickly forgotten, though, as they walked through the city, her city. The sights, the smells, the people, they were so familiar to her. It wasn't the first time she'd been down here nor the first time she'd worn this dress. Some people might have recognized her, but not as the princess. In public, like this, she used a different name.
To these people, her people, she was just a farm girl by the name of Ava. The life she supposedly lived was so simple. She was a girl that people could tell their problems to. A girl who would understand their woes because she came from a background that could.
If they had known the truth, who she really was, they would treat her like she was so much better than them when she had never felt that way. All she wanted was to be a part of their lives, to be treated like an actual person. What she wanted was friends that did not like her because of who she was born to.
Ostus wouldn't know this, that she'd been down here before, and she would probably never tell him. He wanted to believe she was so above everyone, that she had no idea of the problems. It didn't matter. He wouldn't believe even if she did tell him who she really was. After all the years she had put on those pretty dresses, caked on the makeup, put her hair up in obnoxious styles, and told them that everything would be okay.. well she really did not blame him for his opinions. She had gave them what they needed: someone to look up to, someone to tell them that things would be alright.
She was drawn out of her thoughts when Ostus began to speak again. For a moment, she was quiet, but then she could hold it no longer. Laughter burst from her lips, but not from amusement. It was more out of disbelief. "That's great. Wonderful cover story. Too bad not a single person would ever believe it."
Lowering her voice to keep others from overhearing, she continued. "I'll put it in a way you can understand. For fucks sake, you can't stand to look at me, talk to me, or be near me. Perhaps we should act as if we don't know each other. More believable."
His words were quickly forgotten, though, as they walked through the city, her city. The sights, the smells, the people, they were so familiar to her. It wasn't the first time she'd been down here nor the first time she'd worn this dress. Some people might have recognized her, but not as the princess. In public, like this, she used a different name.
To these people, her people, she was just a farm girl by the name of Ava. The life she supposedly lived was so simple. She was a girl that people could tell their problems to. A girl who would understand their woes because she came from a background that could.
If they had known the truth, who she really was, they would treat her like she was so much better than them when she had never felt that way. All she wanted was to be a part of their lives, to be treated like an actual person. What she wanted was friends that did not like her because of who she was born to.
Ostus wouldn't know this, that she'd been down here before, and she would probably never tell him. He wanted to believe she was so above everyone, that she had no idea of the problems. It didn't matter. He wouldn't believe even if she did tell him who she really was. After all the years she had put on those pretty dresses, caked on the makeup, put her hair up in obnoxious styles, and told them that everything would be okay.. well she really did not blame him for his opinions. She had gave them what they needed: someone to look up to, someone to tell them that things would be alright.
She was drawn out of her thoughts when Ostus began to speak again. For a moment, she was quiet, but then she could hold it no longer. Laughter burst from her lips, but not from amusement. It was more out of disbelief. "That's great. Wonderful cover story. Too bad not a single person would ever believe it."
Lowering her voice to keep others from overhearing, she continued. "I'll put it in a way you can understand. For fucks sake, you can't stand to look at me, talk to me, or be near me. Perhaps we should act as if we don't know each other. More believable."
Ah.. the start of a beautiful, hateful relationship. I can already see it now. Can't wait!
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Sleep! No rush on a CS! :p
Well it looks like we're all pretty much within 4 hours of each other. So that's cool. Means we all sleep at the same time xD
I'm from the east coast. Moved here in August :p
Mountain Time is Mountain Standard lol although I'm an hour ahead of Mayadere. I assume because I'm on DST.
MST is two hours behind EST, generally.
If it helps, I live in Wyoming. To give you an idea :p
MST is two hours behind EST, generally.
If it helps, I live in Wyoming. To give you an idea :p
I shall be yes. He'll let her meet with Ariel, but all that will be in my post whenever I get it up later today. Homework and life is kicking my butt, but I'll get something up before I sleep tonight :D
On a normal day, Kiara might have been glaring and telling Roman for the absolute last time to stop calling her Red, but she hadn't had a normal day since the fire. Today was... even worse. She spoke softly into Hide's ear, knowing that he was probably scared, in pain, and most likely had a terrible headache from the blow. "Don't worry. Roman and I are going to get you inside. You're going to be fine. You know I've fixed much worse. Close your eyes and pretend you're somewhere else. Out in the forests, running. That's always a good place."
Then she was moving to his feet, helping to get him onto the makeshift stretcher. It wasn't great, but it was better than carrying him inside and jostling the ribs that were obviously bruised or broken. Despite being so used to this, Kiara could not stop the tears that were running down her cheeks. When they were finally alone, she whispered the words she had been wanting to say since she'd first felt his pain. "I'm so sorry, Hide. I'm sorry."
Quick as she could, she gathered bandages, ice, and a few salves she kept for emergencies. It didn't take long until she had wrapped his ribs, trying to keep from moving him as much as she could. While the fight continued in the other room, she cleaned him up and applied the ice to his head. Finally, Kiara placed her hand on his forehead in a familiar manner, though this time she was not checking his temperature. Instead, she focused all of her energy into one of the two skills she had that the others did not. The first was feeling their pain. The second was taking it away.
"You'll feel better any second now.. I promise.. Just stay in that happy place.." Her hand moved to his hair, a comforting gesture. What she wanted more than anything was to go into that room and save that girl, to tell them that it wasn't her, that it couldn't have been her. But Hide was pack, and she took care of her own first. Besides, her guilt was keeping her as still as a statue. What would Kiara say when they asked her how she knew it wasn't the girl?
Then she was moving to his feet, helping to get him onto the makeshift stretcher. It wasn't great, but it was better than carrying him inside and jostling the ribs that were obviously bruised or broken. Despite being so used to this, Kiara could not stop the tears that were running down her cheeks. When they were finally alone, she whispered the words she had been wanting to say since she'd first felt his pain. "I'm so sorry, Hide. I'm sorry."
Quick as she could, she gathered bandages, ice, and a few salves she kept for emergencies. It didn't take long until she had wrapped his ribs, trying to keep from moving him as much as she could. While the fight continued in the other room, she cleaned him up and applied the ice to his head. Finally, Kiara placed her hand on his forehead in a familiar manner, though this time she was not checking his temperature. Instead, she focused all of her energy into one of the two skills she had that the others did not. The first was feeling their pain. The second was taking it away.
"You'll feel better any second now.. I promise.. Just stay in that happy place.." Her hand moved to his hair, a comforting gesture. What she wanted more than anything was to go into that room and save that girl, to tell them that it wasn't her, that it couldn't have been her. But Hide was pack, and she took care of her own first. Besides, her guilt was keeping her as still as a statue. What would Kiara say when they asked her how she knew it wasn't the girl?
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