LadyRunic

~Nyte Bloods~

Sorry about the lateness! I had a lot going on and replying have been difficult this past week. Don't worry, shouldn't take longer than this any more!

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice blinked and tilted her head curiously. For she had not known you could cook so with blood. But it was not a bad idea and gave new meaning to the term 'Bloody Mary'. Her lips twitched in amusement at the thought as a delicate hand took the plate. "Thank you." Her voice was more subdued as she tucked her legs beneath her. Her silverware clicking as she began to nibbled at the much needed blood. "I'm sorry to have worried you." The young fledgling vampire shot Liza an apologetic look, her green eyes sorrowful. In all honesty the woman was still considering leaving for Liza's sake.

But there was too much unknown and staying was her only choice. Revenge was looking impossible and out of her reach. Fighting seemed the only way to get it. A thought which made Alice sigh in forlorn melancholy. Yet another thought occurred to her, turning her green gaze shyly towards the older vampire Alice chewed her lip in thought. "How does one pull weapons from seemingly no where?" It was reasonable, for no where could Aleera had hidden that knife without Alice noticing! Tailoring had a few benefits it seemed in this world of the night.

Blood's Jewels (Closed)

Blood's Jewels

“Terreille in Trouble”

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@nohbdies The two lads sat in the chair. Beneth looking like a sack of grain, Larin moving with wooden and choppy motions as Artemis helped him sit down. Pressing the heels of his hands into his red rimmed eyes, the archer gave a small shake of his head. "Don't know." He answered roughly as Artemis peered out her door before shutting it. "Didn't stick about. Don't stick about." The white jeweled Warlord advised the Healer, an unspoken apology in the dark green eyes and too pale face. Both of the young Warlords' hands were shaking as they came down from the adrenaline high. Larin glanced at the covered Hyallian only too look away. A greenish twinge coming over his face.

Beneth nodded weakly. "That one-" His eyes glanced towards the still figure. "He killed our father. Was comin' after us. But we got him decently. Chance the game of cat and mouse." The sentences were jumbled, a roughness to his speech speaking of the terrors the boy had seen, and the shock he was going through. Not to mention grief if their father had really died. Returned to be but a Whisper in the Darkness. Vaclav was not so wounded as to be still unconscious. In fact he was quiet able to hear the word of Larin and his brother. Compared to what had happened here, the tales of what must be happening in Greyhaven were horrendous.

@eclecticwitch The Master of the Guard gave a predatory growl deep in his throat as Fatima ordered him to wait and bide his time. Waiting for their people to be stronger. This made the Court shift anxiously. They were far older than Fatima in general, and they highly doubted there would be any 'thriving' for this village. Durik, for one, was moving into his twilight years. The grey of his black hair showing in threads here and there. The Steward had seen the rise of Dorothea and had not opposed the woman, ensuring his own safety in fact, as well as those of his brother's family. That said brother was buried in some unknown grave, having been a tool in a game between queens. A pawn that had been sacrificed. His nephews had too been pressed into joining the Courts, despite Durik's best efforts. His sister-in-law and her daughter had been plucked away powerful Warlord Princes. The Steward didn't bother to think upon their fate, it was an unwelcome thought and only served to weigh him down with guilt.

Wrapping a strong arm about Fatima's waist, Beneth gave Hynter a sneer. The other Summer-Sky Warlord looking away as to avoid a fight with the Opal Warlord Prince. Heaving a sigh of relief Durik looked over the books Fatima had procured. These were battered copies, but the idea was a decent one. "The problem also lies with the fact the land is dry." It was not Durik who spoke, but his second- and soon to be replacement- Garren. The Preist was a quiet sort, with a long face and longer limbs. Looking enough like a crane that his White jewel was nearly over looked. While he was not a powerhouse, Garren was clever and could keep a book nearly as well as the aged Durik. "Drained." The man stressed, his hands emphasizing his point. "We can plant and grow, and try all we like. Let our land heal, and our neighbors will come in and take it." The soft voice was bitter, with good reason. Garren had suffered under Fatima's mother. Often being sent off to appease the neighbors. Neighbors he now loathed.

Durik nodded in reluctant agreement. "He has a valid point, Lady." The Steward said carefully. "But these beans will help, and the mine can be staffed by those- relocating- from other villages." Beneth was shaking his head, but Durik already had a counter to the worry of a threat slipping in. "Several of our folk have moved away to find only ill. What harm would there be in welcoming them back? Surely it would curry good will?"

It was the second eldest of the group, Jassen, who rubbed a hand through his own slightly grey locks. "If only we could consult the tangled webs." His cheeks were red and blotchy from drink as his words bordered on outright treason as he spoke of how the Black Widows looked into the void of time. Jassen had become a drunk in the past years, attesting a relationship at least on his end.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Ayita Dyrkin & Richard Laine

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Location Stark Tower

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The assassin sighed in a forlorn manner. Giving the professor a tired look as the man explained Folly's actions. His arm locked about Ayita's shoulders. "Glad she's on our side. However, I can understand the mentality. Too often kids that enter those places don't come out the better. Adults either." The man sighed, passing his free hand over his face. Hadn't he fled just that when he left he army? But that was neither here nor there. Giving the Seer-brat a stern look he flicked her nose. "Take care each other. Stay alive, stay safe. If I get the chance..." The Adder didn't bother to finish the thought. He couldn't. What would he do? Kill the bastard? Tempting but there would be more trouble? He was going as a hired gun. That was all. Plus... Ayita was capable. Even if she was young- she was capable. Giving the shorter Laine- even if she gave up the name, she was still one to him- a side hug. The man lowered his lips to her ear.

Ayita's eyes widened as she listened to her brother. To the words said. "Your forms are many. More than I. They can exist with wing or fur. You look at the present. Look to the past. Where the great ruled and man was but a pawn in the eyes of nature." Richard had been mussing over the different forms she could take. Those far more dangerous were the ancients that dwelt before the modern day. Before humans tainted the earth. There was no reason for the younger not to be able to take the form of those creatures from the caveman days. He had been doing some extra research there, but he had been saving it. Waiting for her birthday to urge her to shift into the greater forms. Or at least an attempt. The amber eyes turned thoughtful. It was feasible, but it was also dangerous. Not to mention the work it could take. In lieu of Allison's words, however, the woman nodded slightly. Her eyes distant.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Richard Laine

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Location: The Palace

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Richard gave a colorful swear as the girl sneezed, his hair burning as the babe seemed to sneeze fire. A second small blast made Richard hiss as the fire warmed his skin past the point of comfort. "Don't set your father on fire. You're mother's impervious, I am not." The man scolded the girl, amusement in his British accent. Giving Thalia a reproving look, the man fell to the ground. A large king cobra rising up to catch the suit jacket before it hit the floor. The man/snake's hood flaring as he draped the coat over the tip of his tail, trying to spare it from dust and soot.

Twisting, the cobra twined about Thalia, peering down at the tiny baby dragon. His tongue flickering out. Lyra's words were a comfort, one that softened Richard's mood towards the newly made knight. Mentally he cursed the fact that he had been forced to shift, but he was reluctant to have his hair burned off by his infant daughter. He would have rather kept this in his back pocket, but he had more than one trick for such reasons. Settling to change back when he wasn't about to become a flaming father again, the cobra gave a odd stuttering hiss. His laughter, of a sorts. Richard always considered himself hot, but literally flaming wasn't his style.

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Rhys Asher

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Location: The Palace

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The cutting chill cut into Rhys as the man considered his options. Time was drawing to a close and there was a choice. To snatch Luna or the woman beneath him? The woman was a better option as he doubted the protector who had declared that people were to 'bugger off' would be easy to take down and with the way his luck was running... Lead wasn't something he needed in his diet. Rhys shook his head as the woman began speaking, demanding rather, that the pistol slinging woman should escort the princess to the castle. "By all means see the Princess is returned to her proper place. I have no quarrel with the Royal Family." The 'prick' didn't smile for that would be far too much. "This one, however, has a debt to pay." The man cast a stern look at the woman beneath him.

Turning his gaze down at the little woman as she spoke a perhaps making a deal with some 'Puck' character. Rhys stood, picking her up and maneuvering to carry her bridal style. "I am curious of this deal, buy neither of us are ready to be speaking in this bitter chill and I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I let you freeze." Keeping her head away from his face and neck, the man stalked in an random direction. [color=Gold]"Concealed and warm within my arms. Safe I'll keep you from all harm, but take your sight and rend you blind. Hearing, scent to darkness bind. Confound, confuse, til I release you." The man whispered the spell, focusing all his thoughts upon it. In the ideal sense it would conceal Amarantha and keep her warm. The draw back to the woman would be that she would lose her senses. Something Rhys was going to do anyways. Dangerous as she was, it was best to render her at a disadvantage. His long legs took him away from the Coven's home. Fleur would be needing a lot of buttering after this, but he would deal with that when it came. He needed this little killer first. Which is why he was taking a round about way to his home. As to confuse her, ideally.

Blood's Jewels (Closed)

@nohbdies 2 days to post!

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice watched in interest at what Liza was doing. While she was miffed at the woman's actions over her business, Alice did understand it in a sense. After all, Aleera was= to Alice's mind at least- a dangerous vampire of a dangerous coven. However, her brow furrowed as her green eyes watched the blood being picked from the counter. However, Alice still was miffed. It was her business, quite literally. She was a tailor and Aleera had broken a product, an advertisement of sorts.

Her fingers tapped a mindless and slow tune on the desk. "I will not be any good at that." Alice noted in a cooled voice. "Fighting for me is the pen and the words. The political systems of business." The green eyes flickered over to the bag she had brought with her from her shop. "One of the many reasons I left my family to begin with and now I'm being dragged into it again. With the exception that I will need to fight." A sneer graced the timid Tailor's face as she thought of Aleera and the notion of fighting. It seemed barbaric to the woman. Pointless, and more than that it risked damaging her precious clothes.

~Nyte Bloods~

@Mister Thirteen Well she's tall so it's not Alice! Lol! Now to watch out for those vampries!

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Ayita Dyrkin & Richard Laine

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Location Stark Tower

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Richard stoo, suppressing the words he wanted to snap at the 'oh-so-capable' leader. She was young and doing her best in a bad situation, yet reason did not stand against his worry for the sister he had sought for over a decade. Now this politician- a sociopath if he had ever seen one- was threatening to tear her away from. Ayita was not wrong is wondering if it was not best to kill the man, but there were political issues with killing a politician. If it was found out a mutant did it, or even if there was suspicion a mutant or human who held ties to the mutants did it, then public opinion would get worse. Puffing like a maniac train and leaving such a trail of smoke behind him, Richard replaced the used up cigarette with a new one as he trailed from the room.

Ayita watched as Folly appeared to try and apologize to Allison. Her amber eyes narrowed in case the woman offered offense, but it seem genuine to the shifter. Allison's words however struck a nerve deep with Ayita. If Folly was on some medication to prevent those outbursts? Then she was trying to control it, and the woman felt envy. For while Ayita would not wish away the clashing sense of those that roamed earth, sea and sky it would be nice to be alone in her own head for a time. Gripping Allison's shoulder with a gentle hand, Ayita brushed her telepathic thoughts agaist her friend's. "If she is off her rocker, then am I not also?" The sense of wolf, ,the flight of hawk, and the overwhelming tide of the orca underlinded her words. It was like Ayita was being pulled in different directions. Each instinct- including her humanity- struggling for dominance in her blood and mind. "Perhaps we have both misjudged her- or judged her too harshly? She came to the defense of another, just I came to yours. You are the one I follow- aside from Brother when he isn't being an ass." The woman's loyalty to Allison was there was it was unwavering. Though there was a twinge of humor from Ayita as she noted her afore mentioned brother appearing in the doorway and looking rather surprised that Folly was merely leaving and there wasn't a room full of blood. Okay, so maybe she had been a bit hard on her brother as of late! But Richard had been extremely aggravating, just like now with the narrowed gaze he was casting Charlie. "Why does Brother look like he is about to maim Charlie? He's been doing that often with several people." There was honest confusion in Ayita's mind as she sent the question to Allison. Yes, for Allison was far more clever in the ways of humans.

Richard huffed and put out the cigar on the sole of his boot before stowing the left over butt into the pack which vanished into his coat. While he was concerned about Folly, he was more concerned about his sister. He was also concerned about leaving her alone with any men. Boys, men. Annoying creatures that could easily take advantage of her. But he had a feeling he had scared Charlie out of that idea long ago. The slow smirk that developed across the Adder's face did nothing but heighten Ayita's confusion, as the younger Lain approached. The plan to recruit the other mutants slipping from her mind to his in a brief thought. Ayita winced slightly, a small headache forming. Richard's flick that had smacked her right in the middle of said area partly to blame for it. "Use words, Sister." The snake eyed man criticized.

[color-ForestGreen]"I will bite you."[/color] The younger snarled rubbing her forehead- perhaps she had ever reason to want to rip his throat out.

The older bother, the assassin tucked away for now, raised a brow. "And I can bite back. Difference is, Sister, mine is poisonous." A hand patting the woman on top of her auburn head, watching with growing amusement as fangs grew. Turning that deadly smirk towards Charlie, the assassin gave a 'oh-so-charming' wink."Since you're going to do this, take care of my sister. And I doubt I have any contacts that can help. A few army buddies who probably hate me for deserting and a whole crime world. Though I do know one... Though she needs to really work on that uppercut-!"

The said punch was all that Ayita was allowing herself. Her usually internal temper frizzling as Richard aggravated her to rile her blood. While the Professor had not overly effected her opinion on their actions. Richard's had cemented it as the right thing to do."I can take care of myself quite well! Overbearing."

~Nyte Bloods~

Post will be up tomorrow or Monday. Terribly sorry but work has been super stressful so my posting is limited.