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Lol. Much obliged. :D
Lol. Much obliged. :D
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@LadyRunic
Just a retelling of a story of hers.
I got my research from the dresden files...on the lycanthropes
Just a retelling of a story of hers.
I got my research from the dresden files...on the lycanthropes
Still here. Lol
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Such entrancing conversation made time go by as if it didn't exist. The chill in the air and the faint presence of rot on the air was the only reminder that Tarani and Lost were getting close to the Fall King's Palace. "Not so much a palace," she thought to herself, "but more a vast ravine of trees. Still, it is as good as any palace I'd want to be in." It was true. It wasn't a palace, per se, but to Tarani at least, it was a palace. She'd venture to say at times that it was even home.
Tarani was the type to take things seriously most of the time, if not all the time. It didn't mean that she was withdrawn or had no sense, like a sheltered pup; it simply meant that in her experience, especially in the Fae world, nothing was a joke when it came to words. One couldn't say a word without it having a double, if not triple meaning. The whole point to making deals and promises is that key principle of deceit. A principle she was all to familiar with--her sole reason for being so analytical when it comes to speaking to others.
Tarani, commonly referred to as Anya, wasn't too surprised by the compliment, suspecting that the Satyr was a natural smooth talker any way, it shouldn't've been to difficult for Lost to have come up with one. "A well noted compliment, I agree. It doesn't come without effort though, I assure you. It has taken me many years of seclusion and discipline to achieve this level of calm with the two 'beings' inside. A struggle in its own, but one I do not take for granted to this day," she spoke gratefully and appreciatively. Anya thought about Lost's next words for quite some time, minutes passing by. "Forgive me. I had much to go through in order to find what I was looking for. Now, I agree: when it comes to physical confrontation, most Fae fall. However, it is their own fault for being weak. A little something about me for you, to relate to physical confrontation and weaker Fae." A deep breath to calm her self and steady her nerves, Tarani went back about six hundred into her past.
"About six hundred years ago, when I was dealing with the power struggle inside, I had met a Lycanthrope. Not the first time I had encountered one either. In fact, I had had contact with one a few years prior to this engagement, but it was a much more friendlier encounter. At any rate, the Lycanthrope I had encountered next wasn't very old. Wasn't very young either, but much younger in comparison to me. At first it was just words he spoke of. Dreams and hopes...the same that I had shared. I made the mistake of divulging that information, something I should have known not to do, but I was to caught up in the words and forgot where my head was. The Lycanthrope was aware of this and took advantage of it, promising me power and a restraint if I would only supply him and his pack with the resources they needed to take on a rivaling pack of Lycanthrope's. Trivial matters compared to the ones I had at the time, and that was exactly what I thought. So I did just that, and up to about two hundred years ago I was indebted to that miserable excuse of a Fae. And then, as if the world was being lifted off my shoulders, I felt relief. The power binding me to the debt was broken and I had already suspected why it was such. The miserable oaf had gotten intoxicated and tripped one day, his head splitting on a rock. After that, I swore that I would never feel that way--like a slave--ever again." It was a tough four hundreds years for her after that encounter, and she took out her frustration on the weaker Fae--not uncommon either. She had struck many deals over those few years, making sure not to collect until the time was right; leaving an arsenal at her call.
"I would very much enjoy your company on this years Hunt, however, and I do believe you should fully exercise your right to prowling this year. I hear there shall be many involved, and many who will fall. It'll be a festive one, that is no lie at all." The leaves had stopped falling from the trees as they approached closer to their destination. It would only be a matter of time after that and the Hunt would begin.
Such entrancing conversation made time go by as if it didn't exist. The chill in the air and the faint presence of rot on the air was the only reminder that Tarani and Lost were getting close to the Fall King's Palace. "Not so much a palace," she thought to herself, "but more a vast ravine of trees. Still, it is as good as any palace I'd want to be in." It was true. It wasn't a palace, per se, but to Tarani at least, it was a palace. She'd venture to say at times that it was even home.
Tarani was the type to take things seriously most of the time, if not all the time. It didn't mean that she was withdrawn or had no sense, like a sheltered pup; it simply meant that in her experience, especially in the Fae world, nothing was a joke when it came to words. One couldn't say a word without it having a double, if not triple meaning. The whole point to making deals and promises is that key principle of deceit. A principle she was all to familiar with--her sole reason for being so analytical when it comes to speaking to others.
Tarani, commonly referred to as Anya, wasn't too surprised by the compliment, suspecting that the Satyr was a natural smooth talker any way, it shouldn't've been to difficult for Lost to have come up with one. "A well noted compliment, I agree. It doesn't come without effort though, I assure you. It has taken me many years of seclusion and discipline to achieve this level of calm with the two 'beings' inside. A struggle in its own, but one I do not take for granted to this day," she spoke gratefully and appreciatively. Anya thought about Lost's next words for quite some time, minutes passing by. "Forgive me. I had much to go through in order to find what I was looking for. Now, I agree: when it comes to physical confrontation, most Fae fall. However, it is their own fault for being weak. A little something about me for you, to relate to physical confrontation and weaker Fae." A deep breath to calm her self and steady her nerves, Tarani went back about six hundred into her past.
"About six hundred years ago, when I was dealing with the power struggle inside, I had met a Lycanthrope. Not the first time I had encountered one either. In fact, I had had contact with one a few years prior to this engagement, but it was a much more friendlier encounter. At any rate, the Lycanthrope I had encountered next wasn't very old. Wasn't very young either, but much younger in comparison to me. At first it was just words he spoke of. Dreams and hopes...the same that I had shared. I made the mistake of divulging that information, something I should have known not to do, but I was to caught up in the words and forgot where my head was. The Lycanthrope was aware of this and took advantage of it, promising me power and a restraint if I would only supply him and his pack with the resources they needed to take on a rivaling pack of Lycanthrope's. Trivial matters compared to the ones I had at the time, and that was exactly what I thought. So I did just that, and up to about two hundred years ago I was indebted to that miserable excuse of a Fae. And then, as if the world was being lifted off my shoulders, I felt relief. The power binding me to the debt was broken and I had already suspected why it was such. The miserable oaf had gotten intoxicated and tripped one day, his head splitting on a rock. After that, I swore that I would never feel that way--like a slave--ever again." It was a tough four hundreds years for her after that encounter, and she took out her frustration on the weaker Fae--not uncommon either. She had struck many deals over those few years, making sure not to collect until the time was right; leaving an arsenal at her call.
"I would very much enjoy your company on this years Hunt, however, and I do believe you should fully exercise your right to prowling this year. I hear there shall be many involved, and many who will fall. It'll be a festive one, that is no lie at all." The leaves had stopped falling from the trees as they approached closer to their destination. It would only be a matter of time after that and the Hunt would begin.
@rechonqhey. Sorry about that. Sometimes it is hard to make a post with work and a shared computer and no Internet access on my phone if I'm not at home. Sorry about that. I'll make a post right away.
@rechonq
A new development, I suupose? She can sense changes in someones mood, and she senses yours everytime. Not that that is a bad thing. She actually warps her own mood/personality at the time in accordance to others around her. If you're calm, she is calm. If you're tense, she is tense.
She just thirsts for knowledge, so she is trying to dig in your brain. With knowledge comes power. Not sure if she needs anymore knowledge though. It's causing her to have split personalities. O_O Again...not a bad thing. :D
She also wants to know what you think of her. In any and all ways. Like I said, she is a knowledgeable creature. She's also just trying to get to know you. She only knows certain things in your bio about you. Things that wouldn't necessarily be kept from others.
A new development, I suupose? She can sense changes in someones mood, and she senses yours everytime. Not that that is a bad thing. She actually warps her own mood/personality at the time in accordance to others around her. If you're calm, she is calm. If you're tense, she is tense.
She just thirsts for knowledge, so she is trying to dig in your brain. With knowledge comes power. Not sure if she needs anymore knowledge though. It's causing her to have split personalities. O_O Again...not a bad thing. :D
She also wants to know what you think of her. In any and all ways. Like I said, she is a knowledgeable creature. She's also just trying to get to know you. She only knows certain things in your bio about you. Things that wouldn't necessarily be kept from others.
@rechonq
Tarani was smart, sometimes to smart for her own good. It was surprising how much she actually knew and was able to retain. She had so many books under her belt, and had had so many encounters with other Fae that the sheer vastness of knowledge she had acquired was astonishing. It was a weight upon her shoulders sometimes, feeling as if though one day she would have an even greater purpose; sometimes it was a blessing--creating revelations for many along the way. Perhaps it was her age and her analytical nature that causes rifts in her personality? Perhaps it was just her great desire for power? Only she knew the true reason.
Tarani was shocked that a Fae so young knew what he did about greed and lust, and it clearly portrayed across her face. "Well, Lost, I'm rather surprised that you know so much about those two. Without one, you can't have the other. They have swam in harmony together for many in the Fae realm. The Human Realm as well relies on these two key fundamentals in many of their endeavors. I do agree, however, that one day any one of us could be the next ruler of the Fall Realm, but I dare not expect it. Just as you, if not more so even, I too love Lord Falk, and do not wish to see him fall from grace. This Game we play in the Fae is a game like none other. A game of Madness and Trickery. A game that all Fae enjoy--some more than others. I'm sure your standing in the game is just as enthralling as mine." Her last comment foreshadowing an interesting event of dramatic proportions.
Tarani was a little tenser than she was not but moments ago, sensing an unease in the young Satyr next to her. Natural. She was an uneasy creature who set unease in people as an infection sets in to the bone. It wasn't something she did intentionally, but it was something she was slowly gaining control over. "No need to worry so, Lost. I shall not harm you, nor shall I turn on you. I implore you...if you have any concerns lingering in your mind, speak of them; whether they be of me or any other in the Fae. Speak!," she exclaimed softly, "It has been many a year since I had such pleasing company. Lord Falk isn't much for talking as of late." She snickered at her last comment, the thought of how the meeting was going tickled her.
Tarani was smart, sometimes to smart for her own good. It was surprising how much she actually knew and was able to retain. She had so many books under her belt, and had had so many encounters with other Fae that the sheer vastness of knowledge she had acquired was astonishing. It was a weight upon her shoulders sometimes, feeling as if though one day she would have an even greater purpose; sometimes it was a blessing--creating revelations for many along the way. Perhaps it was her age and her analytical nature that causes rifts in her personality? Perhaps it was just her great desire for power? Only she knew the true reason.
Tarani was shocked that a Fae so young knew what he did about greed and lust, and it clearly portrayed across her face. "Well, Lost, I'm rather surprised that you know so much about those two. Without one, you can't have the other. They have swam in harmony together for many in the Fae realm. The Human Realm as well relies on these two key fundamentals in many of their endeavors. I do agree, however, that one day any one of us could be the next ruler of the Fall Realm, but I dare not expect it. Just as you, if not more so even, I too love Lord Falk, and do not wish to see him fall from grace. This Game we play in the Fae is a game like none other. A game of Madness and Trickery. A game that all Fae enjoy--some more than others. I'm sure your standing in the game is just as enthralling as mine." Her last comment foreshadowing an interesting event of dramatic proportions.
Tarani was a little tenser than she was not but moments ago, sensing an unease in the young Satyr next to her. Natural. She was an uneasy creature who set unease in people as an infection sets in to the bone. It wasn't something she did intentionally, but it was something she was slowly gaining control over. "No need to worry so, Lost. I shall not harm you, nor shall I turn on you. I implore you...if you have any concerns lingering in your mind, speak of them; whether they be of me or any other in the Fae. Speak!," she exclaimed softly, "It has been many a year since I had such pleasing company. Lord Falk isn't much for talking as of late." She snickered at her last comment, the thought of how the meeting was going tickled her.
Y'all need to put that Salamander thing away! Lmfao
@rechonq
Stories? Tarani thought to herself. It had been a while since she had heard any "stories" about her. She considered the thought of hearing one of those stories sometime. It might've did her some good. She was glad at least that Lost was calmer now, obvious he wasn't going to let his guard completely down. It didn't bother her though. Her most devious plans were better left for the Fae and Humans who opposed her and disregarded the rules of the Fae Realm. "I have many names, Lost, but most I have either chosen to forget or have no desire to hear such a name. You may continue to call me Anya, for now, but at some point, 'The Lady', will come back and all shall bear witness to her dark beauty."
Her plans for power were ever growing, and she constantly played with new ideas and added new factors into her games. It was a most pleasurable thing to experience for her. She didn't understand why others didn't engage in such stimulating activity. None of that matter, however. Lost held her intrigue for the time being. "Your motives for moving based on those circumstances is merely from a beneficial stand point, and if not that then fear of displeasing the Fall King drives you to do perform the acts you would've had to perform if things had turned nasty? I do not mean to imply, merely...to take a gander at your reasons." She continued to glide along the ground, gnarled roots twisting over unbeaten path.
A smile formed on her lips, the conversation had turned to her. A twist to be expected--a game that Tarani was happy to play. "'Why', you ask" I shall tell you like this. If it wasn't for the power and knowledge that the oldest of Fae had acquired from teachings passed down through generations of Kings and Rulers, then Lord Falk wouldn't be where he is today. The universe has an odd way of turning things about, don't you think? In my eyes, Lord Falk is the embodiment of the beliefs that the Old One's held--beliefs that I too share." Her answers were carefully worded, ensuring that nothing she said could be used against her at a later time. She didn't particularly fear this Satyr, but a problem is a problem no matter which way you look at it. It was the best way she explain it without delving into her personal life.
Stories? Tarani thought to herself. It had been a while since she had heard any "stories" about her. She considered the thought of hearing one of those stories sometime. It might've did her some good. She was glad at least that Lost was calmer now, obvious he wasn't going to let his guard completely down. It didn't bother her though. Her most devious plans were better left for the Fae and Humans who opposed her and disregarded the rules of the Fae Realm. "I have many names, Lost, but most I have either chosen to forget or have no desire to hear such a name. You may continue to call me Anya, for now, but at some point, 'The Lady', will come back and all shall bear witness to her dark beauty."
Her plans for power were ever growing, and she constantly played with new ideas and added new factors into her games. It was a most pleasurable thing to experience for her. She didn't understand why others didn't engage in such stimulating activity. None of that matter, however. Lost held her intrigue for the time being. "Your motives for moving based on those circumstances is merely from a beneficial stand point, and if not that then fear of displeasing the Fall King drives you to do perform the acts you would've had to perform if things had turned nasty? I do not mean to imply, merely...to take a gander at your reasons." She continued to glide along the ground, gnarled roots twisting over unbeaten path.
A smile formed on her lips, the conversation had turned to her. A twist to be expected--a game that Tarani was happy to play. "'Why', you ask" I shall tell you like this. If it wasn't for the power and knowledge that the oldest of Fae had acquired from teachings passed down through generations of Kings and Rulers, then Lord Falk wouldn't be where he is today. The universe has an odd way of turning things about, don't you think? In my eyes, Lord Falk is the embodiment of the beliefs that the Old One's held--beliefs that I too share." Her answers were carefully worded, ensuring that nothing she said could be used against her at a later time. She didn't particularly fear this Satyr, but a problem is a problem no matter which way you look at it. It was the best way she explain it without delving into her personal life.
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