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Kalista Raven

"Watch your step around me, if you so much as walk in a way I don't like, you'll be dead before you ever see me."

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a character in “Home”, as played by desire99600

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"I am there, in the shadow of the night, in the stealth of a step, in the very thought of rebellion."




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Image| Name |
"My mother used to say names have power or meaning." Kalista Fey Raven [ Kuh-list-uh | Fay | Ray-ven ] Kalista means the most beautiful one.

| Nickname |
"I don't give out my full name." Typically, Kalista doesn't like to give out her full name to anybody. As such, she usually goes by her last name, or variations of it. The most common names she gives out are Raven, Rae, or Kali. Nobody knows her real name and she likes it that way.

| Age |
"What does it matter to you?" 153 years-old

| Race |
"I live in the shadows." Shade, meaning she can manipulate the mind and travel in and out of dreams, collecting them like treasures.

| Gender |
"You have eyes, don't you?" Female, clearly.



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| Appearance |
"Trust me, I may be small, but I'm quick and lethal as a jungle cat." Kalista has a very innocent and naive appearance. When you first look at her, you wouldn't believe that such a small, kind looking girl could be tough, or could fight off a lot of soldiers, but, in fact, you'd be wrong. Very wrong. When it comes to body type, she's very small. She stands only about 5 feet 4 inches, and weighs only 106 pounds. She's got thin, light bones, and a delicate appearance, leading one to believe that you could snap her wrist in just one hand. And you probably could. If you could catch her. She's extremely quick and nimble.

When it comes to facial features, Kalista is kind of an exotic beauty. She has a stunning face that looks like it doesn't quite belong in Home, but somewhere far off in an exotic land. Her skin is always slightly tanned, and her lips are plump and pink. Her eyes are captivating for they're very large and doe-eyed, making her look innocent. They're also slightly turned up at the sides in a way that makes them look exotic. As for color, they're rather strange. Her right eye is a bright aqua color, while her left eye is a stunning emerald green with little flecks of turquoise in it.

For hair, Kalista has extremely long locks. She's never cut her hair in her life, as her mother used to sing while she brushed it's long tresses out soft and tell her never to cut her hair short for, once you cut it, it never grows back quite the same. As she has never cut it, and it continues to grow, her hair hangs all the way past her hips to mid-thigh. It's soft and shiny, and lays naturally in long, loose spirals. It's as black as it could possibly get, no hints of brown in it to be found. Blacker than the raven.

For scars, she's been running, fighting, and hiding most of her life, so she's bound to have a few. Her first is a long jagged one running up her left thigh. Her second is a slice across the palm of her right hand. Her final, most noticeable scar, runs along her right collarbone. When it comes to piercings, Rae has three in her left ear and two in her right. In her left, she typically wears a raven feather, a small silver hoop, and a turquoise. In her left, she wears the other hoop and a ruby. Expensive pieces of jewelry for a poor girl, but the ruby and the hoops came from her mother and father. The rest though, she stole. Finally, when it comes to tattoos, Raven was born with three and got one on her own. The one she got on her own sits along her waistline, between her hips, reading "I am the hero of this story, I don't need to be saved." One of the tattoos she was born with sits on the inside of her left wrist of a raven in a wolf. The second is a skull mixed with a rose that sits between her shoulder blades. And finally, the third is a moon that sits on her left temple, curving around the end of her eyebrow.




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โ™ฅ Freedom
โ™ฅ Animals
โ™ฅ Children
โ™ฅ Warm food
โ™ฅ Rebelling
โ™ฅ Stealing
โ™ฅ The shadows
โ™ฅ Heights
โ™ฅ Dream walking/collecting

| Dislikes |
โœ˜ Being told what to do
โœ˜ The cold
โœ˜ The king
โœ˜ Home
โœ˜ Thunderstorms
โœ˜ Crowds
โœ˜ People bothering her
โœ˜ Being restrained

| Flaws |
โ˜  Her lack of physical strength
โ˜  Her slight fear of crowds
โ˜  Her lack of social skills
โ˜  The fact that she can't talk verbally, only mentally

| Talents |
โœ” Stealth
โœ” Cunning
โœ” Stealing
โœ” Sneaking



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Cunning [ kuhn-ing ]
Adjective

1. Skill employed in a shrewd or sly manner, as in deceiving; craftiness; guile.
2. Adeptness in performance; dexterity
3. Artfully subtle or shrewd; crafty; sly


"Watch your step around me, if you so much as walk in a way I don't like, you'll be dead before you ever see me." Kalista has suffered a rough past, and it's changed her quite a bit from the girl she once was - A simple country girl - into a complicated city girl. She's got layers to her that go very deep.

At the heart of Kalista, the very soul, you'll find a girl who's kind and caring. She has a deep love for children and animals, and a knack to stand up for the downtrodden or the innocent. She has motherly instincts, and seems to know how to care for people. She's naturally protective of the weak and does everything she can to make sure the strong never step on them.

She was once outgoing and open to everyone around her. She was more than willing to talk to anyone who would talk to her, and people tended to love her. Her kindness, and her openness drew people to her like a moth to a flame. She never judged, and took people as they were, at their heart. In their soul.

Seeing as she can see into the minds and dreams of others, she knows what people are like inside. Knows what they want, and what they fear, and knows how to give it to them. She can weave illusions either inside or outside the mind, planting things like memories and thoughts or making her victim experience things that have to do with the five senses. Things that never happened. Things that aren't really there. Essentially, she could drive a person mad, and has done so many times.

At a young age it is true that she was open, and people loved her, but things have changed drastically. She is no longer sweet to everyone. She is no longer, judge-free, and she is, above all, no longer so outgoing. She prefers to live in solitude, on her own. She hates people, and hates having them around her for they only remind her of all that she's lost. Her inability to communicate makes it hard anyway, so she prefers to just stick to the shadows and care for herself and herself only.

Should someone come across her, they would find that this girl is defensive of everyone and everything around her. Her first instinct is to either run, which, if she chooses this, you'll most certainly never catch her, or fight. Watch out if she chooses to fight you. You'll never see her or her moves coming, and she's not afraid to use her power of illusion to make you see, hear, or feel things that aren't really there. When her solitude is threatened, she fights to defend it.

Kali cannot talk anymore. She has no voice. She can speak through people's minds, sending them messages, but people tend to get defensive of their heads, and don't generally like her in their minds. Before she lost it, she used to have a lovely voice. It was musical, like a sirens, and drew people to her. Her mother often had her sing to her and company. Even just her talking was sweet and rhythmic. But she lost all that when Cain destroyed it, and when he destroyed her life, he also destroyed the girl she once was.

She no longer lives on a farm and sits around dreaming and painting. Instead, she lives in a dirty alleyway, hiding from soldiers, and stealing, both for survival, and amusement, for she's probably the most talented thief the world has known. She's never been caught, and likes to see what she can get away with. She even breaks into Cain's library and steals books on a regular basis without him knowing.

She hates Cain, and rebels against him in any way possible. He's cruel and evil, and she Image refuses to let him and his silly laws rule her. She considers herself free no matter what Cain says. She may live on the streets, and fight for survival, but she is much richer than any of Cain's accomplices, for, unlike them, she abides by her own rules and her own conditions.

Now, most people do not like Raven, for she can be a little spitfire. She may not be able to communicate verbally, but her body language and telepathy does all the work for her, though she wont usually use telepathy unless it's an emergency or the person gives her permission, for she finds it an invasion of privacy. People tend to think of her as rude and cold, for she immediately shuts people out, not looking to make friends or ally's, only enemies. This, however, is not exactly the case.

Sure, she shuts people out, and can come across as rude, but this is her defense mechanism. She prefers to be alone because, in her experience, when she grows close to someone, bad things happen to them. If you were to grow more acquainted with Kalista, you would find that she is as she is at her soul. Kind, motherly, and caring. A sweet person. Though one that can really pack a punch.

Raven also never stays in one place very long. She's got a wandering heart and will pack up and leave in an instant if she felt like it, meaning she packs lightly. She carries with her a few changes of clothing, a bag of her favorite dreams, a few paintings, and painting supplies, for she is an exceptionally talented artist. She often rebels by painting the sides of buildings with beautiful depictions of peace, or horrifying pictures of Cain's treachery. Once she's painted, she moves on, as not to get caught, and picks a new shadowy place to hide, for Raven is a true creature of the shadows.




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"My past has made me who I am." Kalista has had quite a traumatic past. She was born to a woman named Starlight, an adept painter, and a man named Darius, a very powerful shade. Her father and mother owned a farm on the outskirts of Home, and living wasn't too hard for the first portion of Kali's life.

She had a slightly dysfunctional family, her father and mother fought often, and her mother had three lovers, but when it all came down to it, they had each other, and they loved each other. Her mother used to tell her, while she brushed her hair at night that love and hate go hand in hand. Kali had free reign of the farm when she was young, and played with the animals and the farmboys on a daily basis.

When she was ten, three of Cain's soldiers showed up at her door, and dragged her father away to the mines, figuring that, since he was a shade, he'd do good in the dark tunnels underground. Kali rarely saw her father anymore, and life on the farm began getting a little harder, for her mother couldn't support the whole place on her own. Still though, things could have been worse.

A year after they took her father away, the men returned, this time, in regards to the farm. They'd found an imperfection in her mother's crops that she'd forgotten to hide, and shoved her mother aside while they set fire to their fields, her mother screaming and crying while smoke and fire gave the night an eerie glow.

After that, Cain's men started paying special attention to her farm, and burned down three more crops before her mother had finally had it. Her father was home for a little while from the mines when the men showed up. They knocked on the door in the middle of dinner, and Kali jumped out of her seat to run and get the door, but her father grabbed the back of her dress and forced her back into her seat. "We're eating dinner honey." He told her. "Whoever they are, they can wait." He said, locking eyes with her mother in a way that told Raven they already knew who was behind the door.

Fifteen minutes later, the men barged into the house and demanded to see the fields. Her father stood, and the farm boys joined him as they refused to let the soldiers go anywhere.

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Chaos then ensued. The men slaughtered the farm boys and her father right before her eyes, and then reached for her and her mother. They grabbed then roughly and threw them out into the back yard, tying them up so that they had to watch as Cain's men set fire to, not only her fields, but her home, the animal barns, and her mother's art studio, all while the men beat them.

Kalista's mother fought viciously, causing Cain's soldiers to turn on her and kill her, but giving Rae enough time to slip away. She ran as fast as she could, hearing shouts and calls behind her until she reached a neighboring farm and burst into their home panting, bloody, and sobbing. She shrieked out the entire story and they were appalled, and sent for the next farm to be notified as well.

But it was no use. When the men came, they slaughtered everyone there and took Raven as prisoner, dragging the sixteen year-old girl in before their king, knowing that he'd be happy to throw her in his prisons himself.

But he didn't. For some reason, he didn't throw her in the dungeons. Instead, as punishment for telling two neighboring farms of his killing and starting a small revolution in his farms, his soldiers stabbed her in the base of her throat, between her collarbones, effectively taking out her voice, and making her mute. They then threw her out into the streets to fend for herself, and, with any luck, maybe her wounds would get infected and she would die anyway.

But they didn't. Her soul did. And she changed that day, swearing she'd make Cain pay. For a little while, she bounced around in the forests along the edges of Home, but then decided to move into the city to be closer to Cain and his soldiers.


| Cain? |
"His corruption ruined my life. Of course I know of his treachery." Kalista knows very well of Cain's corruption and has devoted her entire life to stopping him.




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Kill Your Heros - Awolnation
Well, I met an old man
Dying on a train.
No more destination,
No more pain.
Well, he said
"One thing before I graduate
Never let your fear decide your fate."

I say ya kill your heroes and
Fly, fly, baby don't cry.
No need to worry cause
Everybody will die.
Every day we just
Go, go, baby don't go.
Don't you worry we
Love you more than you know.

Well, the sun one day will
Leave us all behind.
Unexplainable sightings
In the sky.
Well, I hate to be
The one to ruin the night.
Right before your, right before your eyes.

I say ya kill your heroes and
Fly, fly, baby don't cry.
No need to worry cause
Everybody will die.
Every day we just
Go, go, baby don't go.
Don't you worry we
Love you more than you know.

Well, I met an old man
Dying on a train.
No more destination,
No more pain.
Well he said
"One thing, before I graduate
Never let your fear decide your fate."

I say ya kill your heroes and
Fly, fly, baby don't cry.
No need to worry cause
Everybody will die.
Every day we just
Go, go, baby don't go.
Don't you worry we
Love you more than you know.

I say ya kill your heroes and
Fly, fly, baby don't cry.
Don't you worry cause
Everybody will die.
Every day we just
Go, go, baby don't go.
Don't you worry we
Love you more than you know.


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Kalista Raven's Story

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ImageOne swift, graceful leap. A smooth, fluid movement, brought Skyleigh's feet from the high castle roof across from her room, to the thin sill of her window. Quickly, and without wasting time to make sure no one had spotted her, she slipped through the window, where her feet landed gently and soundlessly on a plush fox-fur rug she'd placed just inside her window for days like these, when she needed it to muffle the sound of her landing.

Sky paused for a moment and pulled her curtains shut before flicking the dark hood of her cloak back, revealing bright, silvery blonde hair that hung in long, flowing tresses down to her hips. Unlike most of the ladies on Cain's court, she very rarely pulled her hair back. She preferred to keep it free as she enjoyed the feel of it on her arms, and the looseness of it as it bounced around her.

Quickly, Sky whipped off her cloak in a swift spinning motion of her arms and folded it gently, returning it to it's place in her dresser. After this, she made her way into her bathroom to wash her feet off gently, effectively destroying the evidence of her midnight outing. Not only had she been out later than Cain would approve of, but she'd been meeting with a man known to hate him. She got on Cain's bad side often, but she didn't want to give him a reason to lock her away for good.

After cleaning herself, a knock sounded at her door and Skyleigh smiled slightly. She loved being pampered. Morning was her favorite part of the day. "Come in!" She called lightly and two of her serving girls stepped in sheepishly. Minnie and Molly. The girls were twins and quite young, but Sky liked them.

She sat at her vanity so that Molly could brush out her long flaxen hair while Minnie picked a gown for her to wear. "Miss?" Molly said sheepishly from behind her as she brushed through her hair. "You... You have leaves in your hair.."

Sky flicked a wrist gently, dismissing the comment. "Midnight stroll in the garden." She said with a mischievous grin. Her opalescent eyes locked on the small girl's in the mirror as she raised a slim finger to her lips as though gesturing that it was their little secret.

Once her hair had been fully brushed out and Minnie had pinned little purple orchids throughout it, Sky dressed in a lavender gown and gestured for the girls to leave her as she gazed at herself in the mirror. She was a true work of art. Not stunning, like some of the women on Cain's court, but surely an eye-catcher. She had a way of making others nervous and twitchy with just a glance. Something in her eyes. Maybe that touch of madness you could see to them, despite the cool and collected exterior. Or maybe it was just the fact that she was on Cain's court, and highly privileged. One of the few residents of the castle that was not a High Elf.

"They'll worship me mother." She whispered to the mirror, no longer seeing her own face, but her mother's eyes staring back at her, cruel, condescending, and filled with a wild madness. Sky had to blink her eyes tightly and wipe away the illusion to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs and tearing the mirror off the wall.

Composing herself, Sky turned away from the mirror in a swirl of lilac and silver, and left her room, stepping lightly down the castle halls.




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ImageKalista woke with a start, rolling over roughly and landing on the hard concrete, scraping her knees and slapping her palms down to stop from hitting her head. She breathed deeply, in and out, in and out, as she struggled to regain memory of her surroundings. She was safe. There was no fire. No soldiers. Just her.

Once she'd managed to steady her hammering heart and regulate her quick, short breathing, she rolled back over and sat with her back to the brick wall, looking around the vicinity. She was in her "home" under one of Home's many bridges. Tucked away, hidden from the world. Safe. Well, not exactly safe. She was still wanted. Still banished and living like an animal. However, at the moment, she was not in any danger.

Kali smiled at the thought and stood, gazing around at the many paintings that covered the underside of the bridge. Everyday she woke up alive, she added to the collage of little pictures that stretched all the way across the bridge. Some were happy depictions, others scenes from a nightmare, but all were personal to her.

Stretching out her muscles luxuriously, Kali daintily picked up her brush and hopped gracefully up onto the low ledge that she slept on, adding a picture of a raven between a picture of a flaming scarecrow and a picture of a moonlit sky.

Satisfied, Raven leaned back to inspect her work and smiled. Painting reminded her of her mother. The fluid motions of the brush, the way a flick of the wrist could turn a thought into a reality. Just the very smell of the paints brought her back to when she would sit with her mother in her studio and watch the Adept woman create.

A low rumbling sound from her stomach shook Rae from her daydream and she hopped gently down from the wall again, bare feet hardly making a sound against the concrete as she returned her brush back to it's resting place and grabbed the pale blue hooded cloak from her small pile of things.

Time for some breakfast. She thought to herself as she slipped on her cloak and pulled up the hood to hide her long black hair and shadow her facial features. She had two cloaks. A deep, heavy purple one for the night, and a lighter, sky blue one for the daytime. Both, she'd taken a knife to along the bottom so that they only hung down to her knees to allow her the freedom of movement without tripping, just as she'd done to all her dresses.

With quick, smooth steps, she left the safety and cover of the bridge and stepped out into the sunlight. She wrapped around, up the hill to the road, and crossed the bridge into the city.

As she passed through the city, she made sure to keep her eyes alert and her ears open. Breakfast... She thought as she made her way into the market, passing, and ignoring Cain's long list of silly rules in the center. Sights, smells and sounds overwhelmed her as she glided in and out of people, generally unnoticed, something she knew how to do well as a Shade. Raven lifted her head as the smell of freshly baked bread drifted towards her and she smiled, spotting the vendor a little ways down.

Unfortunately, there was a soldier standing nearby, but Raven liked a challenge. She was a swift thief and was rarely caught. When she was, she typically managed to slip away before they could nab her, and she was so hungry, and the bread smelled so good.

So, with the bread vendor as her target, Raven slipped thought the crowd just as she had been before and, just as she was passing a man bringing out a tray of steaming rolls, her hand swiftly nabbed one and tucked it away in her cloak before anyone could see.

Quick. Easy. Just like that.

But... Who'd grabbed her? Rae turned her head to look into the eyes of whoever had thought it a good idea to grab her wrist. As usual, for she was small, she had to look up. Way up. The very tall, very strong soldier she'd seen earlier had a firm grip on her wrist.

Shit. She cursed in her head as he yanked on her arm, causing her hood to fall and her body to crush against his chest as he reached for her other hand.

But she was quick, and she tucked the roll she was holding in her other hand into a hidden pocket in her cloak just a milisecond before he yanked her hand forward and looked, perplexed, at it's emptiness.

Raven shot the man her best innocent look with her doe-eyes and tried to wriggle her tiny wrists free from his huge hands, but it was no use. He merely yanked her closer and squeezed her wrists tighter. If Raven could have cried out, she would have, for the pain was excruciating. She could practically feel the bones in her wrist bending, almost to their breaking points.

"Please." She mouthed, though no sound came out as she twisted her wrists back and forth in his grip and struggled frantically to pull away. She couldn't be taken to Cain's dungeon. He wouldn't let her through again. She had to get away. There was no way she would go to prison over a stupid roll.

"You're a thief." The man growled, spitting in her face, and Rae had to resist the urge to roll her eyes and nod, making it clear that he'd pointed out the obvious.

Instead she just shot him her best frightened look and shook her head frantically. "Then how'd you get these?" He asked and flicked her ears, gesturing to the ruby, the turquoise, and the silver hoops she kept in them.

She couldn't tell him they were her mothers. She had no way of doing so unless she sent it to him telepathically, and she was far too worked up to concentrate on a message. "Please." She merely mouthed again, to which he responded by squeezing her wrists, just about making her fall to her knees as he dragged her through the streets towards Cain's castle.




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Cain was hunched over his desk muttering softly to himself. His writing was shaky as thought upon thought flowed through his head. He was making a list for the numbers to be played at the ball. He had always liked the Ode to Cain But alas the Cain my king Was growing in popularity. He hummed and hahed over this ordeal for quite some time. As he did vines seemed to come alive from the ground and they rose up high over his head and reached the uppermost shelves and began to take books of the shelves and deposit them in new places. There was no rhyme or reason as to why and Cain seemed to have no qualm with the going's on of his plants.

He had just decided to have both tunes played when the giant doors to his library opened and in walked a vision of beauty. She was a high elf who had captured his attention for quite some time now. When ever he saw her, she was groomed to perfection and he could never seem to find a fault in her. He stood knocking the chair he had been sitting on to the ground. It clattered loudly and he flinched for a moment, and froze to look at the chair as if in utter disbelief. He was quiet for a moment and then looked away from the chair and gave Amia a wide charming smile. The chair, already forgotten.

He stepped around piles of books so that he might reach her, she inclined her head just so and then straightened again. When he was about a meter away from her Cain suddenly looked up and said "My dear... you are...." There was a long pause, "Late." He pondered the ceiling as if it could tell time and then let his gaze drop back down to her. His voice was harsh now "Why?" He didn't wait for her to speak but instead went up to her and boldly took a hold of her hand and kissed the delicate knuckle bones. For a moment he fantasized the crunch they would make should he drop something heavy on them. He let her hand go and let his gaze move over her dress and appreciated. "You look lovely." His tone had changed again to something akin to tenderness. The thought of screams and pain always brought him comfort.

His mind calmed for a moment and he took a deep breath through his nose and then let it out through his mouth. As he did so a lovely rose blossomed up from her feet and the stem rose to her waist. The blood red flower presented it's self, ready for the plucking and Cain chuckled "To go with that lovely dress of yours... I'm sure you'll be getting another for my ball this week?" He spoke, lifting his hand to catch a falling leaf. " Do tell me you'll bring and introduce me to all your lovely friends this time." He said making small talk.

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Guarding the great hall was Alys' least favourite job when it came to being a soldier. Her beloved king had left the hall leaving its marble walls and floor in silence. She missed the screams already. Sighing to herself, she leaned against a pillar and took out a small folding knife from her jacket. She played with it flipping it this way and that between her fingers and changed it between her palms. She had gotten quite good at this from the hours of boring guard duty.

She only did it for the reward at the end. Alys loved when the brought in thieves and traitors and any other kinds of hooligans that the could wrangle up. It was always fun to see them squirm and beg for forgiveness, and as always she would lure them into her trap. Make them think that they had won her over. Appealed to her feminine side perhaps, made her like them, When lives were on the line it was interesting to see how desperate people got. Alys loved to give them hope, to see that light in their eyes and then in the very last moment when they knew that what they had felt was all a lie, to watch that light die in their eyes was the most beautiful thing.

She licked her lips and folded the knife away just as a soldier marched in a young girl with hair as black as night. Intrigued Alys stood and walked over to the group. "Aidan." She greeted the soldier and he grunted in return.
"Found her stealing in the market." he explained shaking the woman roughly. He had a tight grip on her arm and Alys was sure it would bruise.
Alys made a clucking noise with her tongue and she reached out and gripped the woman's chin and forced her to look up "Not your lucky day now is it?" she asked, smiling a truly terrible smile.

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ImageKali mentally groaned as the soldier dragged her through the halls of the castle. This man was strong and he had a grip on her. If she could just slip out of it, she'd be fine for she may be petite and delicate looking, but her light bones and slim frame made her quick and agile. If she could just manage to slip free, they'd never catch her. She'd done it a million times.

As she half walked, half stumbled through the halls, she began to push and prod at the guard's mind with her own, looking for something she could use. A weakness. An illusion she could weave that would cause him to let her go, or at least allow his grip to loosen just enough for her to slip out.

"Aidan." A voice called, pulling her out of her concentration, just as she thought she'd hit his weakness. Oh well. She supposed she could always just go with fire. Everyone was afraid of burning alive, it was just more fun to watch the soldiers cry out loud as illusions of their worst nightmares and fears came to life before them.

"Found her stealing in the market." Her soldier told the source of the voice. A female soldier, with an intrigued look in her eye. Raven stumbled as Aidan shook her around roughly, causing her to wince in pain. If he didn't break her wrists, she would be in shock. That's what it felt like at least. He seemed to like shaking her around like a doll. Seemed to like his advantage over her, for he did it again, making her teeth clack together roughly.

Not a second after she'd steadied herself, the woman shot a hand out and grabbed hold of her face roughly forcing her to look in her eyes, so she did, she found the woman's eyes with her own half blue, half green gaze. She could no longer use her voice, but she'd learned a long time ago that almost anything that could be said with the lips could also be expressed through the eyes, and now, she was shooting the woman defiant daggers, refusing to be intimidated. "Not your lucky day now is it?" she asked, smiling wickedly, and Raven just shrugged as though it was an average day for her.

She wanted to use telepathy so bad. Wanted to shoot all kinds of sarcastic comments into the woman's mind and startle her, but she didn't want to tip her off to her mind powers, for, while the woman and Aidan were antagonizing her, she'd found Aidan's weakness, and, surprisingly, it was fire, just as she'd thought.

Raven shot the female soldier and equally wicked smile and pushed an illusion on the man instantly. On the outside, Rae and the female soldier only heard the shout and saw the frantic flapping about, but Aidan was feeling and seeing a consuming fire crawl across his skin, burning it to ash as he shrieked and released Raven, waving his arms wildly. His worst nightmare, now his living hell.

Now free, Rae wasted no time. She simply straightened up, looked at the other soldier and gave her a small, sarcastic solute before taking off towards the nearest window at top speed and leaping out of it.

There was a brief moment of flying before her bare feet slapped the ground outside, and she took off towards town, hoping they wouldn't follow her, though knowing they probably would. She couldn't go to her home under the bridge. They would follow her. But if she could reach the cover of the forest just over the bridge, she might have a shot of getting away, so she steered her dash in that direction.




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It was still the dine of the morning for many of the creatures and beings that resided within the land. While some beings would be rising for the start of the day others would be slinking off from the long drive of work or back to their own homes for the sheer nocturnal nature of their lives.
Yanos was not in any understanding of this class, his life had long been dictated by the whims of others and it was only the time that he spent alone that he was able to do what he loved or garner whatever needs he had. It was mostly around this section of his day that he stayed in his room, in the castle or here in the Hall of dead Kings. The silence here in this place was deafening for most, which would end with the sound of buzzing due to the amount of fireflies in the air.

The rays of the sun were just breaching the holes in the ceiling of the massive hollowed section of earth and Yanos could be seen laying on a large slab of stone within the multitude of carved figures and crumbling pillars. He hummed to himself as he took a long draw from his favorite pip and exhaled the darkly green tinged smoke into the air above him. The edges of his robe splayed out across the edges of the slab as he shifted his legs from side to the other and his eyes danced behind their lids to the tune he heard from the surrounding area.


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This was the tune that he loved as a boy, it was the sound of the fey humming in response to him. An uncountable collection of minds and bodies that danced and played beyond the view of sight to a tune that they all created and he leaned up with a smile on his face to greet them.
It was then a small glowing figure darted from the shadow, awash in a hazy green light that basked its form in radiation so pure it cast no shadow beyond itself. His other arm darted out in time to allow the little figure to land on the end of his fingers and it was revealed that this was a small feminine form with six small translucent wings. She was wrapped in a large leaf folded into a dress and her arms were covered in large gloves fashion from flower petals. The very look of her brought a smile to his face, seeing as they usually spent all their time in a pure state without clothes it did seem they did so for his own ease.

He looked as she gave a small bow with her amber colored hair bobbing too the side and her lightly colored emerald skin basking in its own glow. Yanos gave her a small nod and rubbed a finger across her head as if to pet her, but the thought and meaning of this interaction was deeper then just a mere semblance. The moment was over after that, she flew up and away taking the rest of the humming chorus with her.

Yanos took that as his cue to leave as he stood up off the edge of the stone slab knocking the rest of the ash from his pipe on its edge. His robe did little to cover his chest and stomach as was his usual dress, despite its effect to cover his back and how it fell around him the attire offered very little literal protection. He walked away from the graves and dismissed himself from the presence of the fallen, though it was sure to be the best he knew of the kinds that was kept in memory. Yanos was rather unwilling to even think of Cain as his King and more as his jailer seeing the current predicament he was in.
The light that hit his face as he reached the top of the great stairs before the bridge out of the courtyard was intense, its early rays of the day ready to beat the night into submission and force it back. Yanos looked out towards the walls of the castle courtyard and sighed a strong low sense of relief as he sank himself once more into the reality of his life.

There was something coming however, footsteps.. hurried on by a steady sound of determination in their noise. But it was still hard for the mage to see, his eyes burned as he turned to look and the rays passing over the walls battered his face. He barely had enough time to recognize a living figure break into his view and put up his hands before impact.
The impact was rather harsh, he had the time to ready himself and prevent either him or the one running into him from tumbling over. His mind raced with possibilities as they touched and his hands worked to fish out what his eyes could not see. There was a brisk air of dimness about the person and they were smaller, with a lithe form. His eyes were not even open and he could tell by the amount of hair bathing across him and the feel of their body pressed against him that it was a woman.

"Whoa there miss.." His voice rang out.
Not loud but beyond earshot his tone was light, despite this the years of servitude weighed on the sound he made. Like someone rubbing a two smooth stones together, this in turn made his sound both lite and deep to hear like a man who sings bass for a living.
His eyes opened to see a sprawl of dark locks flutter past his vision as she manages to recoil from the heavy impact, her hair was like a flock of ravens passing by in a dream. He had her in a small grasp to keep her up, one arm around her and the other holding her left shoulder as he looked to see her face. But her rush was evident, the girl was in a hurry to get somewhere and she spun off of him gracefully like a fish gliding through a waves current. His only saving grace was that he was able to retain his grip on her shoulder before she fled past him. "Little miss is there something wrong?.. something amiss?"

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ImageTypically Raven was good at dodging in and out of people and allowing herself to get lost in a crowd, for she did it at least once a week. She was a swift theif, and she'd been spotted, they'd just never managed to catch her. She did a good job of blending in to others around her, and slipped through tight packs of people much quicker than the slower soldiers could.

However, Rae had forgotten to watch out for the entrance to the Hall of dead kings. So, when a man stepped out from it suddenly, she had little-to-no time to react and even slow herself, let alone stop herself. She crashed hard into the man, but luckily, he'd managed to take most of the impact, keeping them upright, however, now he was holding her and she really needed to go. Quickly, without hesitation, she spun out of the man's grip, ready to dash again, but his hand on her shoulder stopped her.

"Little miss is there something wrong?.. something amiss?" His voice, somehow managed to be light, and yet heavy at the same time, and it made her hesitate where, normally, she would have just shoved him off.

She looked at the man. His grip wasn't tight or brutal like the guards'. She could have easily slipped out of it if she wanted to, but most people would have just yelled at her, or cursed, telling her to watch where she was going. He seemed to want to know why she was running, rather than why she'd hit him.

Not for the first time in her life, Raven was utterly frustrated by her inability to communicate like a normal person. She didn't have time for charades, and she didn't have time to stop and make him understand why she was running. She should really just continue on, but she gestured frantically to the castle behind her.

Not sure if he'd understand, she held out her wrists for him to see, which were both now badly bruised, and mouthed the word "guards" slowly. She gestured ahead of her, signaling that she really had to go. If he was going to help her in some way, he'd better make up his mind quickly and either let her go while she was still ahead, or be of some assistance, though how he'd help, she had no idea, what mattered was getting hidden and now. She didn't want to see Cain again. He wouldn't let her out alive this time. She had had a head start by taking them by surprise, and leaping out the window, so she had a few seconds while the male guard recovered, and, of course, they probably wouldn't leap out the window, buying her a bit more time, but if they'd chased her, any moment now, they would be on her and they would know then what she could do, and make sure to be wary of it, giving her a very slim chance for a second escape.




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The girl thrashed for a quick moment as she tried to pull away from Yanos's grasp and he felt the tension in her body rise with every passing instant of breath. Her small fair features were only heightened by the look in her duel colored eyes as she stared back at him for a moment and he contemplated what she was doing and where she was going.
Her movement to explain to him what was happening was made all the more hectic by the fact she mouthed the words for her pursuers and the resounding thought of the Guards themselves came to his mind. As she showed him the tight dark marks on her wrist of being retained earlier and the small stray shards of glass in her hair that made it obvious she was going for an escape.

Yanos brought his hands onto the girls shoulders and gave her a sly solemn look as he put the tip of his long nailed finger to his lips and shushed the small girl. It was ironic for the moment seeing as she had yet to make a sound and now there he was telling her that it she should calm herself.

The heavy cascading sound of iron boots were trumping down the pathway from around the corner as he looked up from her and his eyes slowly drifted down to look her over and his face quickly grew a smile as he slowly turned her to face the direction that the footsteps were coming. He held her tight and brought his arm around her waist as the stomping got louder, growing every second.

It was easy to tell that this was not sitting well with the girl in his arms, her body became more tense as the men were getting closer and all Yanos did was look over her shoulder in the same direction.
But in the moments that followed something happened that was rather hard for the two of them to miss.

The air grew stale and silent for some reason, and all he did was stare towards the noise made by the guards. As their sound reached its apex he drew in a great breath and clacked his teeth shut, this somehow caused the stiffness in the air to strike harder on ones nerves. The girl herself could also feel that it was rather difficult for herself to breath as well, as if something was constricting around her lungs with a snug fit. The guards broke around the corner as Yanos held tight to the girl in his arms, the tension in her form was ready to burst as they rounded the corner. But for some reason there was no interest in their eyes, the men who numbered three were still running full force against the winds to catch their assailant. They seemed to stare past the two who stood ahead, gripped together in silence.. and then it happened.

Were the men would have made contact with the two standing silent in the center of the walkway instead they passed silently through. There bodies could not connect to the guards, they drifted through the form of Yanos and his charge without notice or pause and continued to run. It passed as quickly as it came in the beginning, the sound of pounding feet drew away and over the bridged pond as the men ran into the cities street.
With the knowledge that all was clear Yanos released his breath, the tightness of the surrounding world did the same as his mouth exhaled and a light grey dust was expelled. Pulling away from the girl he looked her over again as if to see that she came through the spell unscathed. He even took hold of her wrist and for an instant there was a cleansing warmth that passed from his hands to her arms, slowly making the dark blemishes disappear. "There you go.. a few days worth is enough to heal any lite wound." He looked at the girl as if he expected her to speak in response.

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ImageFootsteps were beginning to be heard as the man placed his hands firmly on her shoulders and lifted a finger to his lips, as if they'd just shared a great secret and she was never to tell anybody, which was ironic, for, in reality, she never really could tell anyone. Though what he was sharing with her, she had no idea, and wasn't completely sure she wanted to find out either, but she hesitated.

As the footsteps grew louder, Kali whipped her head around in panic to follow their sound. No faces just yet, but the sound was drawing nearer. She turned back to face the man again, urgency clear in her expression. He, though, simply looked slowly over her, as though they had all the time in the world, his lips stretching into a smile. She was about to rip away and forget the man when he turned her around, to face the thumping of the approaching guards. Oh God. She immediately thought. He works for them. Panic filled made her insides jump as he wrapped an arm around her waist and held her tightly to him.

He was going to hold her there until they showed up and turn her in. Raven's whole body tensed in anticipation, as she shot her mind out to prod at the man's, just as she had done with the guard, looking for something she could use against him in an illusion that would make him release her. Something that would get her out of here. Oh god. She thought as the seconds ticked, and her panic was making her lose focus. She couldn't get a firm reading on the man.

Rae was just about to give up and go with the illusion of fire for the second time that day when something strange happened. The air around them seemed to grow stale and thin. Things seemed to quiet, as though she was swimming through water, the only clear sound, the urgent running sound of the approaching men.

Just as she knew the guards were going to turn the corner and see them, the air seemed to rush out of her lungs, and she felt as though there was a great weight on her chest, keeping her from breathing. What was happening? Was he trying to kill her before they got there, or just immobilize her? Whatever it was, it was working, for the stillness of the air wasn't allowing her to think right, so she couldn't focus on mentally setting the man on fire.

Then the guards rounded the corner, and she felt the man squeeze her tighter, causing her to tense up even more in fear, panic, and anticipation.

But they didn't see them. The eyes of the three soldiers glazed right past them as though they weren't there, and Raven suddenly felt relief. The man must have weaved his own illusion, making them invisible to the men.

Then she realized they were still heading at them full force. They would crash into them, and it would all come crumbling down! She'd be caught. Dragged in to where Cain was, and, at best, be thrown in the dungeon for the rest of her life. If she could have whimpered, she would have, as she leaned backward into the man, bracing for impact.

But nothing happened. The men passed straight through them and continued on their way as if they were nothing but air. It was amazing, she'd never seen anything like it. She could weave an illusion on a man's mind, making herself invisible to him, but she had to be centered, focused. She had to be within mental reach of the man, and, she may not be visible to him, but she was to everyone else around her, and she was still physically there. If the man were to bump into her, the illusion would be shattered and he'd see her again. This man now, however, had somehow, through the use of magic, allowed the soldiers to pass right through them.

Suddenly, the air seemed to come rushing back to her, as did normal sound and breathing, as it was all over and the man released them from his magic. He let her go, and she turned to face him again, unable to keep the relief from her eyes as she looked at him. He lifted her wrists and a warmth ran through them briefly, and she watched as the dark marks disappeared. "There you go.. a few days worth is enough to heal any lite wound." He said, looking at her, almost expectantly.

It took her a moment to pull her thoughts together for a response, and she looked up at him and nodded with a smile as she gently rubbed her wrists, as though to prove they were really healed. "Thank you." She mouthed, hoping he could read her lips. She gestured to the scar at her throat, that followed her collarbone, then at her lips. "Can't speak." She mouthed again, shaking her head. She wasn't going to use telepathy without his permission, especially not after he'd just saved her. People tended to get wary about a person who could get into their head, and it was a complete invasion of his privacy. The thought, made her think about how she was just about to make him think he was on fire, and she felt a little guilty.

Then Raven remembered something, and reached into the hidden pocket of her cloak to pull out a sketching pen that was resting there, next to her roll, still warm. She didn't have anything to write on, so she simply wrote on the back of her hand. "I'm Raven. Thank you." She showed him the writing, and the used the hand to flick the raven feather dangling from one of her ears as though it was a source of identity.




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The whole intense moment was done now and it was good that the girl did not intently panic from the whole ordeal, but it was good to see that she was made from sterner stuff then the soldiers that came looking for her. The spell itself was slightly taxing on its own, not many can simply step into an alternate section of reality and come right back out while carrying a passenger. He could feel the grains of his own ash pushing up back behind his teeth as he started to breath more freely.
He ground the feeling in the back of his mouth for a moment before he put his eyes back on the girl before him. She was rather happy with what had happened and so was he, Yanos was not one to just allow a fate like the dungeons befall someone if he had something that could be done about it. She produced a small writing utensil as she scrambled with her hands to write out the word Raven on her hand and show it to him. The young girl was mute thanks to what happened to her neck, but she seemed to be coping well with the way she had to communicate. She flicked the feather hanging from her ear as if to help signify her name to him.

He smiles back and gives a light bow. "Yanos, Court Magician to his lord Cain.. which I can see you already have a rather long history with." His head comes back up from the small bow and his face no longer bears the smile that he had before. "If you wish I can help you with that as well..?" Yanos made the gesture as his fingers made their way towards Raven's neck. It seemed that his intent on fixing the problem was slightly outweighing his ability to recognize whether or not she wanted it.

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Image"Yanos, Court Magician to his lord Cain.. which I can see you already have a rather long history with." He said, making Raven freeze out of instinct. Sure, he'd just saved her life, but her natural reaction to someone who said they were apart of the court was defensiveness. She couldn't stop her eyes from narrowing slightly, as though suspicious while he spoke. "If you wish I can help you with that as well..?" His fingers reached towards the scar on her neck, but hers beat him there, fingering the white line softly, thinking for a moment.

Was he offering to just fix the scar, or bring her voice back? Would she even want either? The scar and her lack of voice kept her hate for Cain and all who associate themselves with him going. Sure, there were a thousand other reasons to hate Cain, but when she got tired of acting out against him, on the days she'd sit under her bridge and think about maybe moving into town, being an average citizen, and having an easier life, she was reminded of the cruel things he did to people through the simple fact that she could not talk. It was a real pain in the ass sometimes, but it also helped to keep people away from her, for she liked solitude. The only reason she was standing here, talking to this man now was because he'd just saved her life.

Raven looked up at him and shook her head gently. She didn't want him to fix her. She liked the way she was. She wanted to leave, but she still had a question to ask. She didn't exactly want to write the whole thing on her arm, and she wasn't fond of looking like an idiot playing charades, so she bit her lip. She'd have to use telepathy. Hopefully he didn't get upset.

Raven took a step closer and locked her eyes onto his. I can speak through minds, though I don't usually like doing it. It invades privacy, and people tend to get angry. She explained, the message flowing from her mind to his, in her old voice. The one she lost. It was unusual for a Shade to speak clearly, for usually their words were warped by a hissing noise, but due to the fact that her mother had been an Adept and not a Shade, Kalista actually had a lovely voice. Her mother used to love her voice as it was musical and light. I have a question though... She sent tentatively If you're part of the court, and you serve Cain, why did you help me?



OOC: Egh, not sure what to do with Sky, that's why I haven't posted for her in a while... I'll try posting from her on my next post.



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Yanos stared on at the young woman before him, the morning sun was beginning to shine of the arch of her locks and cascade through the wavering motions of her hair as she stood there motionless. She had this look on her face as if she were puzzling out the answer to a question, of course her reaction to him announcing who he was still lingered in her eyes.
It was obvious that she was slowly coming to terms with the weight of her situation. Raven's lips absentmindedly mouthed separate words as her hand intercepted his and raced too her throat before his and it was then that his mind caught on to what he was doing. Decades doing what he could, when he could kind of built an effort to prioritize need in his mind and it was this mindset that made him act instead of thinking most of the time.

It was also apparent to him that she was feeling awkward for some reason, just being able to pick up on that just by looking at her. As if she wanted to act but the action she would take seemed to bother her. But that was when it hit him.."I can speak through minds, though I don't usually like doing it. It invades privacy, and people tend to get angry" The back edges of his teeth clenched as she made a more formal intrusion then he was used to. He had up to that point only had the pleasure off dealing with several entities that could speak using telepathy, but he himself had his own withdrawals about using ones mind to talk and probe the thoughts of another. A being like himself found that is wasn't so much bad for him, but instead harmful for those that got past his wall and got to the objects on the other side.

"I have a question though... If you're part of the court, and you serve Cain, why did you help me?"

At this point he already acclimated himself to her form of conversation, though he was aware that her's was still somewhat unrefined. The fey that could speak with the mind directly had a whole other method that seemed overly delicate compared to Raven's. Strangely at this point Raven was beginning to feel a sensation that many who did the same too Yanos had felt.

She could feel that as she spoke to him, the act felt akin to that of pressing ones hand on a massive overinflated bubble. The form and mass of which was straining to maintain what it held, or at the very least to withhold from her own grasp. It was apparent though that something valuable was sitting behind this thin veil encased within this bubble and that Yanos himself was used to guarding it from psychics like herself and every time she spoke to him. Her mind received an impression of an overwhelming intensity, that kept manifesting itself as a soft pressure behind her right eye.

Yanos relaxed his mouth as he drew back on his tongue, she was polite enough to at least hold back till now in request of her question and she did wait to speak too him unless it was necessary. "Well.. that is nice.." He had a rather slant look in his eyes as he cut them back towards her and her question was sure in the right place. Which he shifted his head a bit before answering clasped his hands lightly together. "For the most part I know what happens down in those dungeons.. and such a place is no home for a young girl like yourself. Besides my taste for what the King does is rather less then that of his own."
Yanos looks around them for a moment, the morning wind was still blowing softly as his gaze searched the grounds. He was rather spry about the thought that guards may walk up on them any moment or that one of the other castle residents would happen upon them as well.

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