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Gwen de Sauvaterre
Arcane Witch, the Guardian

Having opened up even a little bit about her personal self to Ivy, the door had been cracked. Strangely enough, she wanted her little sister to know whom she truly was, but it wasn't the time, yet somehow the death of Kinzley was an omen of the upcoming. War had been brewing underneath the surface for years, waiting to coil over, and Gwen knew that with upcoming aniversary it might do so.

After the burial, the blondie had found her way into their well supplied kitchen - this one in particular would've been any witch's pride. Filled with not just dried items of food, but also different kind of herbs and medicinical plants, crystals and even greenery, which was freely growing in the space, Gwen had found herself a place in front of a counter, those fast fingers now working slowly on the seeds of a magical plant. Cleaning them out of their shells, she was as if moving like an AI. There was no emotion lingering around the head of this family, but inside, it was as if hell. Literally.

Still trying to keep it up, keep it inside, it was immensly hard; and without noticing all these feelings were bleeding out to be picked up by her bloodsister Anastasia, she continued to walk on the edge. It was so much like Gwen, keeping most of it for herself, until being found out by her husband or younger sister or by both. Trying to protect everyone has always taken a great toll on her, and even if she wasn't letting anyone know, her bloodsister most likely did.

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Marcus Hyde | Aamon Lemaire
the exiled Prince

It had been years, since he had shown his face around those lands. Having been exiled and coming back to his birthplace, Aamon was ready to clear up his name and claim his rightful throne, even if it meant to make someone bleed, even if it meant taking lives. He had never dreamt of walking into Valmiera with head up high, he knew perfectly fine that he had to hide in the shadows - solely for the sake of his own survival.

Sadly, right before arriving in one piece, some brick managed to attack him and it ended Aamon getting severly wounded. He wasn't going to die from this, but surely it made him immobile for a while.

Finding a forgotten little hut in the forest, not far from the edge of the town and Gwen's household, the long haired vampire prince was fighting with sanity. It had been years since he had drank humanoid's blood, always scraping by with animal or alike. In the rest of the world, where supernaturals were living more freely among unknowing humans, there were specific bloodbanks for each liking - those had been his banks for food, but being back there... where everything started.... he didn't know if he had made the right choice.