Ztenares Ahoraton Nelamsehon's Story

Butterflies danced in jacks stomach as he neared the mansion, not really knowing what to expect. Jack only new that this is where he was meeting his bride to be and that he would be living with thirteen other people. He only new his brides name, he had never even met this woman before. Jack pulled up to the mansion, parked his car, grabbed his crud and unlocked the huge mansion door with the key he was given. Upon entering the mansion Jack noticed the giant chandelier hanging in the main room, and of course the other rather expensive looking furniture.

Jack closed the large door behind him and left his things in the entrance and, with his kitten close behind him, started to explore the mansion. After exploring for about ten minutes jack found the smallest bedroom in the mansion and claimed it for himself. jack didn't bring a lot with him , just clothes and a few other things he needed from the room he had a home, so the smaller room worked perfectly for him. Once he had a few of his things set up he explored a little more, discovering a music room , a library, the rather large dining area, and the stable outside behind the mansion. He decide he had done enough exploring and returned to the main room, awaiting the arrival of the others.

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ｊｕｓｔ ｃａｌｌ ｈｉｍ "ＡＲＥＳ"

If there was ever a time Ztenares was regretting his decision to go through with this thing, it was now.

The young man walked down the long, gravel driveway that lead to the rather grandiose mansion silently, wrapping his tan trench coat around himself nervously. For a moment he paused to look up at the dull, gray overcast, deep blue eyes blank as the faintest of frowns tugged at his lips. He didn't mind the rain except when he was caught in it, and it was beginning to smell like rain. The last thing he wanted to do was get soaking wet right before he arrived at this place.

Ztenares sighed as he quickened his pace, but the boom of thunder in the distance quickly eliminated the idea of flying the rest of the way. He had gotten struck in mid-flight a few times in his life and he was quite sure that he'd die happy if he was never hit again. But at the same time, what would people think if he showed up the way he was now with his five-o-clock shadow and his slightly disheveled hair? He should have taken the time to make himself look somewhat presentable, but he had gotten so nervously earlier that he had lost track of the time.

Which was why he was running late now.

Really, the only reason he had agreed to this was because it was the closest thing he could get to an olive branch between him and his parents. They had been less than pleased when he up and left, interacting with all the races they deemed 'beneath' angels. But after years of travel, Ztenares was honestly beginning to have some doubts about the idea that angels were superior. He wasn't sure what to think quite yet, but he was getting to the point where he felt that he shouldn't think like his parents. It seemed... wrong, in some way he couldn't yet understand. It just didn't sit well with him. But no doubt his parents ensured that his new 'wife' would be the same species as his. Not that he blamed his fiance or anything, but he was more interested in learning of the other races that would be staying in the mansion.

His approach to the mansion stilled his thoughts, and Ares paused at the door before him. His stomach was doing somersaults due to his nervousness, but reluctantly, he reached out and grabbed the handle, pulling to open it.

It wouldn't budge.

For a moment Ares paused, staring at the door blankly. Was it stuck. He tugged again, but it wouldn't open. So then he pushed, but still, it wouldn't budge.

The door was locked.

"Hello?" The male angel called out somewhat hesitantly, hoping someone would hear him. It would start raining soon, and he didn't want to be around when it did. He preferred watching the rain, not being in it. Another crack of thunder startled him and the angel jumped, looking around before sighing. Looks like he would have to find another way in. Maybe through the roof... the angel looked up, sighing once more before getting ready to fly.

Removing his jacket, Ares let his wings stretch out, looking the three pairs over for a moment, stroking the feathers to align them. He considered himself a freak of sorts, possessing six wings instead of the regular two, but his parents often tried to assure him that they were a blessing rather than a curse. But the linger doubts and feelings of inferiority were still there, no matter how much his family tried to dispel them. Silently he took to the air, gracefully ascending before landing on a ledge of one of the windows to the mansion. The room that this window belonged to was hidden by thick curtains, but Ares could make out a small light coming from inside. Maybe... maybe there was someone in there. Someone who could help.

"Hello?" His voice was deep, but it was soft. He lightly rapped his knuckles on the window. "Is someone in there? Can you help me? I'm kind of... locked out."

The silence lasted for a few minutes, and those few minutes felt eerily similar to how he’d spend his time at his home. He leaned down close to the papers, reading each thing word by word, constantly referring to the few sheets that surrounded the books. It was a slow process, yet worth it. The knowledge he would be able to get from this was always worth it. Familiarizing himself with the ancient spells and stories made him feel much more knowledgeable than any other learning could. He felt like he had something that no one else did...something that was his and his alone.

He couldn’t hear the voices outside, just the flickering of the candles and the scratching noise from the sheets of paper moving against eachother. The silence was relaxing and familiar. Any other aspect of home would have unsettled him, yet this was the one thing he wanted to hang on to. Staring down at his current work, he held the pen in his fingertips, twisting it around nervously. What he was interpreting now was odd, something he hadn’t really seen before. He narrowed his eyes, his mind reeling with recent stories he had read before, trying to make sense of this one. It spoke of a God he had never heard before, nothing that had ever been mentioned. Was this one of the few that had been lost in translation?

Kylar reached for the candle nearby, grabbing the edge of the plate it was sitting on. At that moment, he heard a light tapping noise not far away, as if something or someone was rapping on the window. He tilted his head towards the sound, glaring at the window in confusion. He didn’t even have time to wonder whether it was his imagination, or reality before he heard a voice speak up. It startled him, and he dropped the plate from his hand in surprise, the candle falling out onto the wooden desk, rolling down to the edge. The flame escaped, and jumped towards the dry papers close by, setting the corner of one alight.

He cursed under his breath, pressing his hand down on the flame to suffocate it. His hand burned briefly, and he winced, yet when he lifted it, the flame was gone, the corner of the paper only slightly scorched. Relief washed over him suddenly, and he nearly sat down again until he remembered what the cause of the incident had been. The voice. Kylar turned suddenly, stepping almost cautiously towards the tall window. He clutched onto an end of the dark curtains, and pulled it apart so he could peer through. His light blue eyes met the eyes of another, and he nearly dropped the piece of cloth on impulse, yet kept hanging on.

He spread it wider, then took hold of the other one and pulled that as well, able to have a wide view of who was outside. The first thing he noticed were the feathered wings, not two of them, but...four. No...six. Six wings. The tall elf found himself grinning weakly at this sight, as well as the fact that an angel, who always thought as themselves as so perfect and flawless, was in need of help. The front door was probably locked, and he had no way to get in because of that. Kylar’s smile grew slightly wider because of this, and he just nodded briefly.

“Quite a predicament...” He muttered quietly to himself, his grin fading in almost an instant. He pointed briefly to the direction where the front doors were, signalling that he would go to open them, and dropped the curtains. He turned quickly, too quickly, and hit the corner of the desk by accident. Reaching a hand out to steady himself, he continued again towards his shut door, opening it suddenly. He stopped himself just before he was about to step on a cat. Its black fur stood out against the lightly coloured floor, and his eyes automatically were drawn to it. Rather than feeling hostile towards it as he usually would any animal, he stared down at it for a moment. Did this belong to the mansion, or someone here?

Kylar bent down towards it, strands of his light hair falling in front of his vision. He used a hand to brush his hair away, and then reached it out towards the animal so it could catch his scent. A few seconds after, he lifted his fingers and gently brushed the top of its head. Usually he’d walk away from the cat, but he did the opposite. Wasn’t it time to try new things here? Abandon his old self and do something unknown to him? He had to take small steps, but he did exactly that.

He reached his other hand towards the animal, slipping it underneath its body, and lifted it up gingerly, careful enough to seem as if he was comfortable with animals. Then, letting it lean over his shoulder, set off towards the front doors.

After the storm died down SyKo calmed. It was about 5:30 p.m. Then it hit SyKo. She totally forgot about making dinner.. SyKo facepalmed then scurried off to the kitchen to search for things to make. When she couldn't make up her mind she decided to go around and ask the couples what they would like for dinner. "I um.. Can't decide what to make so... Er, what would you like for dinner?" She asked each couple.