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A sour twinge of fear sparked in her belly. One that she hadn’t felt in a long time. Her mouth went dry as a feeling that she should have been feeling since she met the man started to spread. Slowly at first, then all at once.
Fear.
The warm hand did more than touch her skin. It turned the world silent. The noise of the city fading into distant rumbles, like a storm approaching. All others faded into ghosts, till it was only her and the drakkan.
She didn’t know why it had taken so long to realize it. Maybe it was the part of her that was so desperate and lonely when she found him that ignored it. The part of her that was begging for her to ignore this now. To deny he touched her. But… that part, the part that narrated events. The part that forgot things that needed to be forgotten. The part of her that couldn’t be hurt by anyone...was growing quieter all the time. The part that tried to deny that Azilon was...a drakkan...just like all of the others.
And she...was afraid of him. Maybe he hadn’t ever given her reason to fear him before...or maybe she was unable to see it at the time, but now...
Azilon removed his hand, but she still felt its shadow presents on her neck. She reached an uneasy hand to where his had been a moment before. Rubbing it. Although it was physically gone...it was still there somehow.
With the danger passing the world came back to its normal volume. Almost too loud. Her eyes slide toward the ground, her blood filling her ears. Her lungs, taking deep breaths that never seemed to have enough air. Through all of that, she vaguely listened to his speech about his father. Hearing most of the words, but not really understanding them. Too caught up in the feeling, similar to one that might be felt by a person who only just figured out that spiders that lived in their room for months were incredible poisonous.
Rya didn’t even noticed that Az had stopped talking when she felt him tug at the back of her neck and let him lead her away without a fight.
Even if Az had given her time to speak, she wasn’t sure she would have had anything to say.
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She follow Az through the crowd, the uneasiness of before casting a bitter shadow over the world. The city, that was once a flash of brilliant colors and temptations, now carried a grey film over it. The smells of food little more than choking smoke.
All things she would have asked to see before. Now they reeked of danger.
Along the way, the pair passed herd of exotic animals. Some clearly from Gemmenia, while others bore the dark marks of Drakka. All of them bound tightly to their master. Either by a cage or a rope. Each animal carrying an powerful...type of scent. Some reeked of fear, others resentment, some truly loyalty but most were a grey acceptance.
It was unusual that the feelings of animals hit her with such strength and clarity anymore, especially since coming to Drakka. Ever since arriving here her connection to the earth seemed inexplicably muted. At first she thought it had to do with the shock of being reaped. But...her connection to the earth had never returned to the way it was. It was like wandering the world with her ears covered. She could still hear it, but it was muffled and she had to focus to connect to it. She hadn’t felt the need to explain it before because nobody asked or cared. Maybe it was because she had let herself turn grey with acceptance. Maybe it was easier that way.
She was startled when the pair finally stopped, she fought the impulse to shy away from Azlion. Only looking at him when he finally spoke directly towards her.
“If you thought the prince was bad, you would do well to keep your mouth as shut as possible. My father is, how shall I put this, somewhat traditional when it comes to certain things. It is in your best interest to just stay quiet and make yourself as invisible as possible.”
Rya had nearly had her mouth open to speak when the sudden appearance of a female drakken happened. She stood head and shoulders over the gem, as did most drakken. The event shocked her so much so that the pair was nearly halfway through their conversation before it ever occurred to her to try and listen to it. However, it soon became very clear to her that she wasn’t a part of the conversation anyway. The female drakkan parting as quickly as she appeared.
“This is going to be interesting.”
It was clear from Azlion’s tone that he expected her to ask a questions. But Rya’s head was reeling with too many names with unknown faces to even know where to start.
“I’ve never seen a female drakkan before. Not up close anyway,” Truthfully, she hadn’t really seen that many drakken period. Male or female. “She’s...taller than I expected,”
There are more still.
“M-my other Drakkan…. I don’t think he was traditional. So...I won't talk to him... but I don't know what else you expect me to do.” It was clear, very soon after meeting Arko, that he had seen about the same number of gems and she had drakken. Although she never full story on how someone like him had even gotten a bride in the first place, from what she picked up it had to do a lot with cheating a nobel and a sense of pride. Although how that worked out she was never able to figure out.
Early on, he had been. Forceful. Prone to leave to days at a time and, with no other solution, would simply leave her tied up until he returned. She… would rather not remember those times, but he also soon made it clear that he was not the sharpest sword and would believe anything that left someone else insulted.
“If you don’t tie me up, I promise not to run away,”
“How do I know you aren’t lying?”
“Gems are very truthful, it is one of the things that make us so weak”
“Hmm, okay. But you better not be lying,”
She wasn’t… About the not running away part at least, there really wasn’t anywhere to run to that did result in immediate and horrific death.
Somehow she figured this Salazar would expect a lot more than her simply staying out of the way during the day and laying back thinking of Gemenia at night.
Xaelia Talamor
Castle Worth. There were few who knew of its name beyond the boards of Drakka. The few Gems that knew of it, rarely spoke of it, accept in whispers. It was a palance. Or a fortress. Or something in between. A haunting shadowy place that lived at the corner of horrible dreams.
There were some that said the veil between life and death was thinnest here. That all the Gems who had dead beyond the protection of Vivari came here. Unwanted in the dark and twisted world, yet to tanted to cross the spine.
From what Xaelia had seen of the castle, it seemed unlikely. There was a deadness about it. A stale energy that seemed more a void than a collector of spirits. A blankness, a wrongness. It was difficult to explain.
The first night in Castle Worth was the longest of her life. The castle was too quiet, save for the gentle cries of unknown Gems in near by rooms.
Breakfast was hardly any better. A few brave girls made attempts at conversation. Fewer still ate.
She ate.
There was something unnerving about the way the guards watched every move they made. It was like the walls themselves having eyes. Making notes of every movement. Every choice. They probably had eyes in our rooms as well . The thought not bringing her as much distress as it might have before.
She watched the two drakken approach the front the the room.
Heard the order barked.
But it was the guards she watched.
Their eyes scrutinizing every girl and their choices.
Just as they had been since the moment the girls arrived.
An impossible game.
With impossible choices.
How many times had she read stories like that. Shared stories like that.
In the stories there was always a clever way, a clever trick to pull. There had to be a way to keep the heroine safe.
Whoever that might be.
But there was no birds whispering in ear. No goddess leaving hints as far as Xae could see. There was just a room of monsters and terrified girls.
But there was a story. Whether it was hers being told, or someone elses. She planned to leave a mark.
She stood. So did many others.
Some knelt.
Some fell to their knees.
Some titled their heads.
And she... Stood. Head pointed up, eyes narrowing towards the drakkan next to the prince. If she was to die right now, she could already hear the story that would be told.
On the first day of the reaping. A monster gave an order. He tolds the girls to bow. Some did. I did. But there were a handful who didn't. A few who decided to remind the drakken that Gems were not made to serve monsters.
@Nevix < points to the bottom of the other page
*gentle poke with a stick* We got 2 days friends :3
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@Emma
Are you still good? Do you need an extension?
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Due to an admin error, please proceed at your own pace.
@Aura
Any news? Are you officially dropping or still unsure?
Heyo Gems.
If you look at the bottom of Bree's post, there is a bit that applies to all Gems in the dining hall. In the next post, you should have your gems responding to the command to 'bow' at some point. It is important to me.
@Emma@Nevix@eclecticwitch@Melody00@Amethyst
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If you look at the bottom of Bree's post, there is a bit that applies to all Gems in the dining hall. In the next post, you should have your gems responding to the command to 'bow' at some point. It is important to me.
@Emma@Nevix@eclecticwitch@Melody00@Amethyst
roleplayerguild.com/posts/4614581
Well, she warms up fast It was an amusing and welcome find. There was something about the girl’s words that triggered up vague sense of happiness. Bree felt the smile before she could place its origin.
where does a beauty such as yourself come from?
How many times had seen been asked that? Many, although never from a women before. There were men of all ages. Some of them would try so hard to make themselves seem special or charming, that they would wind up looking foolish. And Allie. Allie was always there. Always hiding a laugh whenever the boys would try to approach her
She felt the smile fade from her face as fast as it came, and in its place there was painful ache in her belly. For a second, just a second, she slipped, and the feeling of dread filled her. The despair of what had occurred, the impossible task she was about to undertake. She gave a small cough and took a drink from a nearby cup of water.
“Sorry,” She let out a breath. “I’m from Prìsel Aldentine, born and breed. So, I guess we grew up practically neighbors already,” She was vaguely aware of Makani, but hadn’t actually been there herself.
”I’m not quite sure what I was expecting when I first got here, but it definitely wasn’t this. Everything I knew about the reaping seemed to lead to the idea that the Drakken would meet us here...it is interesting,” Out of the corner of her eye, Bree spotted the Drakken from the other night enter the dining hall. Following behind him was a drakken that was far more impressive in size.
Although the Drakken were difficult for her age, this one seemed older. The pair walked casually down the space between the Gems tables, casting spells of silence as they went.
By the time the pair reached the front of the room, only those with a deathwish were talking. The rest were silent, all thoughts of food brushed from their mind.
~
“This is your High Prince. Bow!” The order was simple, yet the word triggered a wave of uncertainty through the girls. Finally, a few stood on shaky legs, then more followed. Some chose to stand, some chose to kneel and some chose to do nothing at all.
Bree stood slowly, her eyes trying to see what the man seemed to approve of and disapproved of. His eyes showed nothing.
It...was a test.
That much was clear.
Swallowing hard, Bree knelt to the ground and looked towards the floor. There were some girls who placed their forehead tone ground. But...Bree couldn’t bring herself to do that just yet. All she could do was kneel there and pray that it was the right thing to do.
To whom she prayed, she couldn’t be sure.
“All reasonable requests,” said the prince, if he was phased by the Kinner’s avoidance method, he didn’t show it. His body kept relaxed and his voice friendly, however his guards shifted as though some evil air had just entered the small establishment.
“The unfortunate thing about old people, is that they all seem to know one another. When the parties have a relationship prior to the battle, it muddies the waters. I’d rather keep it as black and white as possible,” He leaned a little closer “No, I need somebody new,”
“And I have to assume that the second I start inquiring for a kinner formally, well, it will become the worst kept secret in all of Drakka,” The Prince’s voice took a much more serious tone.
“My father was Drakka’s first king, and I am not exactly sure what is going to happen to the country when he dies,” His opened his hands to stress his point. “Best case, my brother takes over, but even he is getting on in years, his children are largely unproven and no one of consequence,” A few of the guards shifted, a new anxiousness to them, casting glances as though they half expected to see one of these wayward children of the elder prince."But my father, he deserves honor. He won't get it by waiting longer,"
“I know that you are hesitating, whether because of who my brother is or who my father is or for whatever reason, let me assure you. There is nothing that my brother can promise you that I cannot already give. And as someone coming into your own, you could do something with the prestige that comes with being the king killer,”
“With that being said, I hate to keep you any longer. You aren’t from the capital and it is a place that needs to be experience for itself. But I do ask that you come see me after the reaping. Whatever you think my motives are, I can assure you that they are far from what you expect. After our next meeting, well, you might not be so keen to hear from my brother after all,” One of the guards stood, and whispered something to the prince, whose eyes flashed to some spot over the Kinner's head.
“Oh and, I do ask that you keep this meeting discreet, the last thing the capital needs right now is political turmoil. I’d hate for anything to mess with the expected number of brides this year,”
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