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Paranormal Lovers

Paranormal Lovers

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An ancient prophecy tells of three human sisters, who will each win the heart of a king at war with the others. One is a Lykae, another is a Vampire, the last is a Demon. Will the prophecy come true, or will yet unforeseen parties succeed in stopping it?

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Introduction

The prophecy of the three sisters who will each bring a ruthless king to his knees…


The Lykae, the Vampires and the Demons have been at war since the earth was born. A prophecy foretold by a powerful seer, tells of three sisters, one with hair of fire, who will soothe the blood-lust of the vampire-king; one with hair of night, who will tame the beast of the lykae-king; and one with hair of gold, who will soften the heart of the demon-king.

None of these races ever mate with, or even take interest in, anyone not of their kin, until the kings each meet, and fall for, a human woman, though none of them connect the pieces of the puzzle to conclude, that the prophecy beginning to come true, at first. None of the women know of the men’s actual nature in the beginning, and will not, unless it's very obvious, even suspect.

The attraction between the destined parties will be instant and strong, and the men will immediately feel the need to protect their women, which may not be very easy, as not everyone is interested in peace, for instance weapon’s merchants have much to gain from the wars.

Will the prophecy come true? Will the kingdoms be better for it… or worse? Will the sisters be divided by the battles of their lovers, or will they bring their men together, as the prophecy foretells? Will the kings even recognize the women as their destined partners, and if they do... can they then win them over? These uncertainties and many more, but only time will tell the true outcome…

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The setting is present day, earth, though every king not only has his own kingdom hidden from the world, and these are quite primal compared to earth; things are more medieval, and the majority of the populations won’t know anything of electricity or earth in general. They travel from one to the other by portals, or mirrors, as they appear to be. Earth is common ground – none of them owns it, and there is an ancient treaty stating that no war is allowed to be fought there. All the kings are wealthy, because well… having lived an eternity, you’d be stupid not to be, and all own at least one house on earth. Also, they’re all at least a millennia old, preferably several, if you can handle it.

Names of the kingdoms:
Vampires’: Cruorem Orbis
Demons’: Dothri Regum
Lykaes’: Lloer Deyrnas

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Lykaes are the strongest, Vampires are the fastest, and Demons can shoot explosive little balls of light out of their hands. Other than that, they are equals, which is why they are in an eternal war no one has yet been able to win. They all look just like humans normally.

Overview of Info on the three Species:




Lykaes:
  • They do not change into wolves, but rather seem to have the shadow of a hungry wolf looming over them when they change – they grow a little bigger, get claws and become even stronger and faster than normally. This can easily happen with anger, especially when it comes to a mate. They can change at will, but will, if they have mates, turn regardless during the full moon, desperate to mark her, officially branding the woman his property. They are quite violent and animalistic during this.
  • They are very possessive and protective of what they own, and they do consider women property. Very pampered, loved property, but still property. However, a certain raven-haired maiden may sway the king’s opinions. A human cannot be turned Lykae, but the Lykae often mate with humans, be they male or female, to procreate. It’s an instinct burned deeply into their cores. However, not all Lykae choose to father or mother children, and as they are immortal, no one’s really in a big hurry. (Meaning that the king doesn’t have to have children)
  • They are very savage creatures; they revel in challenges, and will never back down from a fight. Honor means everything to them, and they appear to be excessively masculine and chauvinistic; women are weak, men are strong. Especially human women are feeble to these creatures.



Vampires:
  • They need blood to survive – straight from the source. They’re much more refined and civilized than any of their counterparts, but they don’t consider humans anything but food and maybe sexpartners once in a while. Also, vampires can be born or made. However, a vampire’s birth almost always kills the mother, whether she’s vampire or human doesn’t matter here, so vampires rarely have children. Turning a human is not comfortable either, as the vampire has to be almost drained of blood himself to be sure that he’s turned the human completely.
  • The sun burns their skin, but with age, the process grows slower. Meaning that the older you are, the longer time can you spend in the sun without turning to ashes. Vampires are cruel by nature, and they need to feed once a day, regardless of age. However, when the vampire-king meets this new human woman, his lust for blood will lessen – especially when he starts drinking from her, as it sustains him for longer.
  • Vampires are able to enthral humans, but only so they cannot move. They still think, but they can’t move or speak. Vampires can also make humans forget certain experiences, though not if they happened more than 24 hours prior. A survival mechanism, if you will, to maintain secrecy despite their cravings for food. They can also control whether or not to show their fangs, as those are retractable.



Demons:
  • Demons are cold and cruel by nature. As oppose to the Vampires, though arrogant, and the Lykae, though savage, who fall in love like humans do, the Demons are not accustomed to softer emotions. Marriages are made out of necessity and not for any reason of love. When the king meets his woman, these new emotions will therefore be overwhelming to him, and he may take long to recognize them for what they are.
  • They are also quite temperamental, and when furious they will ‘sprout’ horns in their foreheads. However, most Demons are, with practice, able to withhold them for a little while before they appear, which gives them the opportunity to leave a compromising position, like among humans, before their horns show themselves.
  • Demons love the sun… actually, they have a godlike relationship with it, as it is the source of all life, and so they also have a thing for blondes, who they believe to be true daughters of the sun. They’re quite superstitious in that manner. However, the more educated part of the population may be less than those of poor bearings.


Any questions? PM me, or ask in the OOC; I am almost always available.
I know there’s a lot to process, but it’s actually really simple, so I hope you will join even if you find it complicated at first. ^^

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Characterspots:

The Kings (these may already be married, have children… etc, when they meet their destined mates; it’s all up to you and how many complications you’d like):
- King of the Lykae: Taken
- King of the Vampires: Available (PM me about this)
- King of the Demons: Taken

The Sisters:
- Redhead (destined for the Vampire-king, and the oldest. 25-26 years old): Taken
- Ravenhaired (destined for the Lykae-king, and the middle-child. 23-24 years old): Taken
- Blonde (destined for the Demon-king, and the youngest. 21-22 years old): Taken

These six are the most important roles, and I will start the RP even if I do not get players for the others, as they can be played NPC. However, it would be more fun to have some players included, so that the kings can interact with others when the sisters are alone together. That way, no one gets bored.

Others (romances may sprout between these also, either between a servant and a captain of the guard, or between servants from different kingdoms… etc., so please don’t think they will be boring roles):
- Personal servants of the kings:
1. Vampire’s: Taken
2. Lykae’s: Taken
3. Demon’s: Taken

- Advisers of the kings:
1. Vampire’s: Taken
2. Lykae’s: Taken
3. Demon’s: Taken

- Captains of the guards:
1. Vampire’s: Taken
2. Lykae’s: Available
3. Demon’s: Taken

- People who favor the war, not peace, for some reason or another:
(I do not have specific roles here, but it would be fun to have some players play the parts along with maybe 1 or 2 others.)

Or whatever else you may find interesting. ^^

* NOTE: I WANT ACTIVE PLAYERS!

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  1. No godmodding.
  2. Be realistic – no one is invincible.
  3. I’m the GM, and I will always have the last word.
  4. Always check the OOC before you post.
  5. I expect the 6 most important characters to be able to post once every two-three days.
  6. Be descriptive and use proper grammar.
  7. All character-pictures must be realistic; no manga or drawings.
  8. I allow sexual content, but please people… there is a certain limit. Don’t get the RP banned.

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Sabine Marx

After examining Haven for a few moments, Sabine deemed that she wouldn't be waking up at this very moment. He should go off and do something else. Instead of sending someone to fetch him a book, the daemon strode off to busy himself with selecting one. Reading was an enriching pastime. He lingered for a short while in the library, tracing spines with a finger before selecting a random tome from a shelf and letting it fall open in his hand. His eyes swept the words on the page briefly and he deemed the book good enough to read, snapped it shut, and set off for the small room again.

When he arrived at his destination, he saw the blonde human standing, her back to him. She was tucking the bedsheets back in their places. Sabine stood for a moment looking at her. He looked tired and weathered at the moment, cheeks more hollow than normal, his eyes slightly hooded. A long, eventful day, perhaps more eventful than one in a long while. Less strategy and more frustration. Sabine could think alright, thinking didn't bother him at all, but when his cognitional facilities deserted him, that was when stress built.

"I see you are awake, Miss Haven." He spoke suddenly, taking a few paces from the door, shifting the book from hand to hand. "Are you feeling well?"

As he spoke, the daemon tugged his sleeve down over his wounded forearm again. It was starting to prickle slightly, reminding its owner of its presence. "Do you wish to go home?" He asked after a beat, studying her. "I will escort you if you wish." The thin man cast his eyes around the room, looking away from Haven. He took a few more steps forward, reaching out and resting a hand on the counter top. He laid his novel down on it, squaring it against the corner of the marble top, so the bottom cover laid exactly in line with the rounded edge. Then he rested his elbows on the book, resting his chin on his folded hands, pale eyes flicking up after a few moments to the blonde. He blinked slowly, then sighed.

He still couldn't work it out. It made no sense. She was nothing more than an ordinary girl. And ordinary human girl. Young woman. Whichever. It comparison to his years, she was nothing more than a child. So how could such an insignificant speck be standing in his home? When had he ever allowed a human into his abode, taken a wound to protect one, made sure one was okay? Cared? He was Sabine he didn't care about anyone, specifically. Nothing more than the welfare of his kingdom, more or less, and all the interest that entailed, and he cared somewhat for his books. Enough to keep them in good condition at least. And for Lena, inn a way. In his way. And he could tell that it was changing, somehow.
His reaction had been inappropriate, not calm enough, not centered enough, not composed enough. But at the same time, there was nothing he could do about it, really. It had just...happened. A breach in self-control. And he couldn't help but think that it was Haven's fault. It had been, after all, two breaches in self control on the same day, the first to fling himself haphazardly in front of a car, and the second after seeing Lena. He was a king for the sun's sake. He didn't do such things. He shouldn't do such things. It wasn't proper.

But...was it entirely a bad thing?

James Dylor

The call was like a siren's song, but the compelling factor was fear, not amour. It said, you will do as I say, or you will no longer exist. Just another bloodstain on the floor for some poor creature to clean up. In this case, James. Or if the bloodstain was James, then someone else. He didn't know who. He'd never thought to contemplate who his replacement would be. Honestly, it didn't matter. it wouldn't effect him in anyway. it wasn't like any servant would purposely sabotage him to gain the position. it wasn't like anyone wanted to be the king's personal servant. That job was more dangerous than vcolcano-diving, it felt sometimes.

James hurried down the stairs, following the current of servants en-route through the servant corridors and stairwells. The line they formed was perfectly straight. each servant in his or her place, shoulder to shoulder with two partners. Or one, for the bookends. One of which was James. Every single servant showed the same profile, tilted down slightly, deferent to the master as a pack of dogs to the alpha. Because that was all they were, weren't they. A rag-tag group of cowed dogs. As he shifted in his spot, taking the chance of casting his bright blue gaze over his surroundings. He spotted Belle and her father and hurriedly looked away, back to the ground.

His Majesty the King started talking just at that moment. James's head was thudding as a stressed headache bloomed behind his eyes. He couldn't take that right now. To be honest, he couldn't take anything right now. Working alone had been alright, he'd been able to distract himself easily with his self assigned tasks. But now he was just a frothing mug of confusion and hurt and other such emotions that refused to simmer down at all. He wished he could throw something. breaking something would work just as well. Or both. At the same time.

It didn't help, listening to the King tell them all about how he was going to make life harder again. When the King stopped in front of a servant a few shoulders away from James, the young man tried to compose himself, and discovered that he'd been shuddering unconsciously. But somehow he knew that the reason he was shaking and the reason the servant before His Majesty was shaking were two entirely different reasons. James had just realized something. He wasn't happy with this. He was quite angry, in fact. One could say that he was royally pissed off, if they wanted to be accurate.

'If anyone would like to complain, step forward.'

James didn't quite know what had taken hold of him, usually he was a mild mannered boy. It was quite possibly that at any given encounter, he'd never spoken more than a dozen words to his King at a time. But at this moment he was sick of it. Sick of all of it. He didn't have a future, hell, he barely even had a present. Why shouldn't he? The electric blue eyes glanced over at Belle once before the owner of the eyes took a deep breath and took a small step forward. His voice was slightly tremulous, he couldn't help it, but for all its softness it seemed to carry through out the entire room. "I do."

He could feel eyes on him, but he couldn't see anything. Nothing at all. Blood had rushed up to his face, and he couldn't make out more than the general forms of everyone. Everything was kind of...dizzy looking. Surreal. But he wasn't focusing on his sight problems, he was busy forcing his next words from his gut.

"I'm fucking sick of this shit. Of-of cleaning your bloody messes of the floor. I don't have to tolerate you, My King" It wasn't a shout, if anything, by the tone it sounded pleasant and conversational, just slightly fearful, perhaps. But his body language was hostile, his fists clenched at his side, and his eyes fixed on his king. He lifted his chin slightly, his head tilted to one side, eyes still sightly pinpointed on the Lykae king. It was a dare. Come kill me. I want it. His face said. It's my turn to be a bloody stain on the floor for someone else to clean up. It's my turn to be done with all this shit. He linked his gloved hands behind his back, his posture perfectly straight. He resisted the urge to look at Belle again. It was a shame, he'd not get to tell her how much her short bout of friendship had meant to him. What it had shown him. How insignificant his life was, and futile. His life wasn't worth all this empty pain.

James was feeling quite treasonous today, apparently.

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Narek smiled at the slight pause, of course nobody wanted to say anything. Everyone here knew the order of things and that meant they knew how to take orders. Any canine could be taught to do as they are commanded. Subjugation coupled with fear as well is, as Narek thinks, is the most effective way to lead.

Then something odd happened, someone actually spoke up. Well not someone, to be called that you had to be something ordinary. It was the something that stepped forward. Narek had always had a distaste for this particular mistake, this sorry excuse of a Lykae. He did, however, expect James to do this mainly because of his human blood. Humans possessed this admirable, but futile and aggravating trait of individuality. It made Narek's job as king much harder then if it were just a pure blooded Lykae.

"James, the name I would have made taboo to utter if I did not have to yell it so frequently. You have been the prime example of what happens when one of our kind has a child with a weak, spineless creature like your mother. Do you see this?" The king flung his arms out, meaning for the crowd to pay attention. "This runt has been able to serve me for longer then most. I have shown what mercy I have in me by keeping him alive, despite the dishonor he brings to this house. The foolishness he has by challenging me is laughable. He does not know his place among us, because he has none."

Narek walked towards James with the intent to wipe that face of his clean off, possibly his head along with it. This was probably the best outcome that could have happened. He would be able to get rid of this eyesore and get the fear he desired back into the servants.

He lifted his left arm up and brought it over his right shoulder. It was going to be a mere back handed slap but coupled along with his supernatural strength, it would be more then enough to decapitate a half-blood Lykae like James. After he brought it back to the desired distance he flung his arm right toward his lower left cheek.

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Character Portrait: Lena of Anguaren Character Portrait: Sabine Marx Character Portrait: Yeremy Markovich Character Portrait: Haven Nadia Parker Character Portrait: Narek Tane Character Portrait: James Dylor Character Portrait: Annabelle of Quarth Character Portrait: Bowen Tane
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Lena

Lena gave a weak nod when Yeremy told her where Sabine was. She personally had no idea how much time had passed since she’d gone to see the king, but if Haven was to be awake, she was guessing about half an hour or so, judging by the dose Merry had given the freckled blonde. Or, judging by what Lena’s foggy vision had evaluated the dose to be. She really couldn’t be all that certain, so her sense of time all in all was a little messed up, and this room didn’t have an any clocks, making it all the more difficult. She didn’t even have the sun to go on. She supposed it didn’t really matter right now, anyway – it wasn’t like she was capable of doing much. She didn’t like lying here, though. This inactivity was making her feel lazy and well, like the weak Halfling she truly was. Something she strove to prove that she wasn’t. Well, not as much as others anyway. Lena didn’t appear strong on the outside, but she had an inner strength most didn’t, and she a strong will. Plus, lying here, she didn’t have anything to distract her mind from the horrid memories.

A book would be nice, for when Yeremy left, anyway, and she had no idea how long he felt like staying with her. It was probably just the guilt that made him stay either way, and that wouldn’t last forever. Then he leaned in, and Lena’s eyes widened slightly in response. What was he doing? Her gaze fell to his lips as they curved into a sly smile even as his words surprised her. Was he wanting to… lead a conversation with her? She searched his face for any clues to figuring out what was going on in his head. Sometimes the adviser was extremely difficult to read, and today was a rollercoaster of new impressions, making it all the harder. Unsure of what to do, Lena nodded thoughtfully, and a little hesitantly. “His majesty has been very… preoccupied the last week’s time, my lord,” she told the adviser, looking up at him pensively. Yeremy hadn’t been around much in said time, so he probably wouldn’t have noticed the change in Sabine.

“And…” she then continued, glancing at the door connecting Merry’s and this one, “I do not feel certain whether she is the cause or the result.” Huh… talking was nice. Weird. She hardly cared for conversations. Even with Sabine, Lena wasn’t one to talk much. Of course, maybe that was due to the fact that she needed to ask for permission first with the king, but still. She supposed part of her was expecting Yeremy to reprimand her for speaking without permission, and it made her watch him all the more attentively, awaiting his response to her slight breach of etiquette. Sure, Lena held onto etiquette more than most, but Yeremy was much higher ranking than herself, and that demanded a certain show of respect. Still, Lena felt like she could let go a little when she was alone with Yeremy. That didn’t mean she was right to, though, and so she anxiously awaited his reaction.

When Yeremy offered to get her whatever she might need, she couldn’t help sending him a warm, thankful smile, even as she shook her head. The smile quickly faded, though, as her mind told her he only offered so that he could leave in a manner that would not be rude or make him feel more guilty. She dropped her gaze to his feet on the ground, taking a deep breath before she tenderly said, “do you wish to leave, my lord?” Even to Lena, the question sounded desperate and pathetic, needy and weak. She might as well have begged “please don’t leave me,” which was really what she felt like. She didn’t really want to outwardly show it, though, but it appeared she wasn’t to have any control over herself today, and it bothered her a little, because for some reason, she kept waiting for him to laugh at her for being easy and gullible, but she couldn’t help it. She sensed change – the good kind, and she grasped at whatever part of it she could, desperate not to lose it. Taking it away from her now, would be like putting food in front of a starving child and then… removing it. She didn’t think her heart would be able to take it.




Annabelle & Bowen

Belle couldn’t remember the last time the king had scared her this much, and that was even in spite of the fact that she was with her father who would no doubt be a very capable opponent to the king, but then… it wasn’t herself she feared for. It was James, and her father wasn’t exactly going to defend her friend… if he was even still that. Gods, she hoped so. Because she would never stop caring about him. She knew that much; James was the only real friend she’d ever had outside of family. And James didn’t even have that. She couldn’t imagine the amount of betrayal he felt. She’d spent hours searching for him, but he hadn’t come out from wherever he’d been hiding, hadn’t called back to her, and in spite of the fact that she understood him, it still hurt so much. Even if she was truly the one at fault. Gods, when had she started caring what a lowly servant thought of her? She clutched her father closer as she watched the king pace, his words like daggers to her heart.

No matter when it had been, she cared a whole lot. Belle knew James was especially dear to her, even after only this short period of time, and her heart was pounding faster, her blood coursing through her body at an alarming pace, the rush of it nearly deafening her. She didn’t even notice Bowen showing up during the speech, despite her keen senses. Her father had a firm grip on her, keeping her with him. She thought he could sense her distress and was trying to keep her from getting involved, but she didn’t care. She’d claw her way free if she had to, she wasn’t letting anything happen to James. She had betrayed him enough already, and she’d be there if he needed her, even though she knew he’d never ask for her help. After the king’s last words silence descending upon the room and Belle unconsciously held her breath in dread. There was something in James’ eyes she hadn’t seen before and it worried her. He wasn’t keeping his head down any longer… and then he stepped forward. She didn’t even notice her own gasp of surprise.

Bowen raised both his eyebrows when James stepped forward, his two words ringing out in the deafening silence. That was… unexpected to say the least, and unfortunately, the pup wouldn’t live through it. Bowe, as oppose to his brother, actually admired the kid’s guts, and more than that, he was glad attention had been taken from his Amy and he caught her beautiful eyes for a brief moment, silently letting her know he’d take care of her and she visibly relaxed, which stroked his ego quite a bit. Protection was second nature to, discounting his brother apparently, all Lykae, and Amy was a treasured possession. Now, wondering, Bowe’s gaze moved to James and then to Belle. At that, his eyes narrowed. The girl looked ready to do whatever she deemed necessary right now, and that worried him. She was still just a pup, only about a century old, and frail for a Lykae. She could take a lot more than a Halfling like James, but that didn’t mean she was even close to matching any of the other full-blooded Lykaes in the room, even his Amy.

Then James’ words continued and Bowen’s vigilant gaze rested on the male pup once more, quickly realizing something. The kid did truly have a death wish. What the hell had happened? James had always had a stubborn will, fighting to stay alive at every turn, and now, after all his initial struggles, he was willing to die? Why? He didn’t miss the fact that James had been avoiding looking at Belle, and that’s when it hit… the captain was back. Of course. James knew about Belle. Hm, well that sure did make things a tad more complicated, didn’t it? Now James’ death would hurt Belle, and Bowe quite liked the little blonde. He scratched his stubbled cheek in thought briefly, contemplating the situation. He couldn’t do much for James at this point. The kid had dug his own grave and was merely waiting for Narek to shove him into it.


Belle knew what was coming by the end of James’ final sentence, and her body tensed, her heart feeling the pang already. She knew what this day was; the day of James’ death. Narek wasn’t going to let this slide. He wasn’t in the habit of letting anything slide, and especially not outright disobedience. She could hardly breathe, was heaving for air in a pace much too fast. The captain tightened his grip on her slight form. How easily he read her. It didn’t matter though, because the second Narek began speaking, her breath hitched and she knew she couldn’t watch him kill her only friend. She’d rather die herself, despite the fact that James had caused this himself. It didn’t matter, because she had pushed him out there. She knew she had. It was all her damned fault for not explaining everything to him sooner. She took a deep breath, attempting to steady herself, but it wasn’t helping. She felt tears pressing at the corners of her eyes and was silently sobbing, her body reacting as if she was actually crying.

Soon, the king’s hand was moved and she distantly heard herself screaming, “NO!!” while she, with strength she didn’t know she had, flung herself from her unexpecting father’s arms, and with the speed only a full blooded, small Lykae as herself would be able to manage, she sped to James, her father’s enraged bellow ringing out behind her just as she shoved James out of the way. In the process, however, Belle took the hit intended for him, the king’s hand landing on her left cheek, the momentum spinning her body halfway before she landed on her hands and knees on the floor before him. She hadn’t even noticed the loud, distinct crack of her cheek bone, only the smack of the hit. Her eyes were swimming with pain, and she couldn’t control tears from spilling over as she tried to breathe. Even that was troublesome as her neck had taken quite the toll as well, snapping to the side at the hit. Had she been even slightly more fragile, her spinal cord would have cracked. As it was, however, Belle was moments from unconsciousness, sheer stubbornness keeping her awake to utter two, simple, choked words; “please… don’t…” With that, the world around her disappeared, going entirely black as her body crumbled, falling completely to the floor, limp.

Bowen tensed when he saw movement from Belle, but he hardly had time to react before his brother’s hand had connected with the young female’s cheek, and the loud crack accompanying the hit made his eyes widen slightly. Fuck. Had he broken her neck? No. No way, he couldn’t. Belle had grown into her immortality – she couldn’t be killed that easily, and rightly enough, she kept herself lifted on her hand and knees, clearly having trouble even breathing. Clearly, he’d understated the amount of care she felt for the servant. A servant who, compared to her, was worthless. This wasn’t going to go down well at all. He hardly heard her soft plea over the captain’s bellowing. The huge male was completely turned, the beast flickering over him like a shadow. His nails had lengthened into claws, his body growing bigger and taller, ready to fight off anyone to come between him and his daughter. Bowen personally kept his distance. The captain was a force to be reckoned with even when he wasn’t turned, and now? Well, not you’d be an idiot to stand in his way. Then again, Narek was a complete fool at times.

He watched as the captain rushed forward, surprisingly avoiding the king as he lifted his daughter’s prone form into his arms, his eyes murderous and glowing. Personally, the adviser’s temper was hitting an unusual high. What the fuck was his brother even anymore? He clenched his hands just as the captain growled in forewarning, eyes locked on the king, “the last fucking time!” All the while, the turned male was checking his daughter, but he stayed put, apparently deciding her wounds were not fatal. Instead, he faced off against Narek, clearly a soundless warning for the king. Bowen growled low in his throat, finally entering the scene, just to let everyone know he was there. Forrean may be angry about his daughter, and the Lykae instinct in him excused his treasonous actions so far, but one move against the king, and he had Bowen to deal with as well. For now, Bowen turned to the servants, in particular his Amy, growling with authority, “leave.” With that, they all scrambled from the room with as much speed as they could each muster.

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James's body began to quiver slightly as Narek began to speak. The full realization spread slowly though his body, the knowledge of what he'd just done. There was no going back though, it was do or die. No, it was do and die. He couldn't turn tail and run. Just as he considered such a thing, his king said the magic words. 'A weak spineless creature' One simply did not insult James's mother. The boy tried to quell his trembling to the best of his ability, going rigidly straight again as he faced his much, much larger foe head on. He would die a man, not a lykae, with the courage of a man, not the hotheaded foolish strength of his other half. He would be strong in that way that wasn't quite evident on the outside, that throbbed in his fearfully fluttering heart and in the creases of his brain. He would take his freedom face first.

The rest of the condescending words passed the young servant's ears without making it to his brain, he was too busy listening to the rush of blood, trying to channel all his energy, all his pent up anger into keeping himself perfectly straight. Nothing was crystal clear as James watched his adversary, his king, walk forward, there was no slow motion moment as a hand rose in the air and swept down, there was nothing but...confusion? The blow came sooner than James had expected, and to the wrong side. His right shoulder was pushed forward and away, spinning him right around and sending him tumbling to the floor as if he was nothing more than a piece of cardboard. His air puffed out of his lungs as he landed right on his face, his body going weak with confusion and the effort it had taken to retain his composure for so long. Why wasn't he dead? This wasn't the way this worked, was it? He was supposed to be dead. He hadn't even fallen the right way.

The slow motion moment finally made itself known, as James lifted his head and saw Belle halfway down to the floor. Well, the lower half of Belle. His sight was still blurry, and he couldn't lift his head more than a couple inches. Then her entire body was down. He tried to call out her name, but only managed to croak softly, still unable to draw in a breath for the moment. He still wasn't quite sure what had happened, but he did know that Belle had been hurt more than he had, obviously. He wanted to drag himself over to her and make sure she was alright, but the loud shouts of anger had grown nearer, he'd just registered them properly and separated them from the rushing and buzzing in his own ears.

None of this was going right at all.

As Belle's crumpled form was lifted off the ground, James decided it would be a good time to move away from this situation. He might not have just been backhanded by a lykae probably four or five times his strength, but being shoved a good couple feet by someone, taking him by surprise hadn't felt too good either. Especially when not moving out of the way had been his intention. Because he had no plan for this. With his adrenaline gone all his strength, what small amount he usually possessed, he had no swift reaction time, he had no ability to flee quickly. And despite it's disadvantages, his body had fully realized that it did not particularly want to die. Especially after he'd seen Belle laid out on the floor, possibly dead.

The little servant managed to half drag half stumble to the wall to regain his composure and maybe find some breath. As he'd pulled himself along, he'd heard Bowen tell the servants to leave, and the soft scramble of their exits. He couldn't leave though, he just couldn't because this was all his fault, Belle was hurt, or dead --he didn't know-- he should have just kept his damn mouth shut and waited for a better opportunity. Because he couldn't go spending his life now that Belle had possibly sacrificed hers for him. She didn't deserve that, her life was worth more than that. He couldn't waste her existence. Her life was worth more than his, to that point, why had she even spent it on a lowly servant like him in the first place. She should have lived and let die.

Did he really mean that much to her?

Such thoughts were too strenuous for him to contemplate at this moment, however, right now he had other current things to focus on. Like the fact that the captain of the guard was currently facing off the king. James pulled himself to his feet, blue eyes half glazed, and scoped out the rest of the room, map out an escape plan just in case any attention was turned on him. It was futile, however, he wouldn't be able to go much of anywhere at the moment, not without loads of time. And he needed to see if Belle was okay, he needed to find an opportunity to crawl/stumble/ drag himself back over there and see if she was alive or not.

It was one thing to allow oneself to die, but killing someone else instead, even if it hadn't been on purpose in any sense, was unacceptable.

Not only that, but it was quite apparent that thing were about to grow interesting as Bowen joined the rising tension.

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Having finished remaking the bed she’d slept in, Haven stood back and examined her handiwork, smiling with satisfaction. It was rude to sleep in a bed and not remake it. At least, by her standards. And rudeness was not something she practiced. Vaguely, unsure of how this thought came into her mind, she wondered what her mother would think of her sleeping in a bed in a not-quite-stranger’s home. It was an odd thought, and she dismissed it with a small giggle.

 She jumped a little when she heard the welcome yet unexpected familiar voice coming from the doorway. "I see you are awake, Miss Haven," said Sabine, passing a book from hand to hand after moving farther into the room as Haven turned to look at him. "Are you feeling well?" She blinked a couple times before nodding emphatically.  “Mhm!”

 "Do you wish to go home? I will escort you if you wish." Haven waved her hand insistently. “Nonononono, I’m fine. Seriously.” She inclined her head slightly and smiled insistently, supporting her point as much as she could. Haven looked closer at Sabine as he walked around, stopping to rest at the counter. He looked different. Weary. It was strange to see him in such a way.

Taking a couple of steps toward him, her hazel eyes flashed with concern. "Sabine, are you alright? You look tired." 

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As the blow was about to strike the rambuncious runt, Narek noticed a slight blur from the corner of his eye. The form of the boy disappeared and replaced with a female. Somehow she was able to sneak past all of his senses and instincts at such a precise moment to where he couldn't stop. This was something that very few could accomplish, especially from a girl.

He stared as the girl fell to the ground and caught a glimpse of her face. It was Forrean's daughter, which explains what he was just thinking but didn't really make complete sense of what she had just done. She muttered two words that he barely heard before she collapsed to the ground. Forrean appeared out of nowhere and kneeled next to his daughter, holding her in his arms. There was no way he could have killed her, not with her blood and age. Still, the captain had been angered enough to turn. Narek felt the electricity of battle forming.

Bowen cleared the room and came to the king's side. "We have a bit of a conflict, my brother. Forrean is someone I'd rather not lose, so if you have the same feelings as me then devise a better plan than me beating him until he changes back." Narek proceeded to run towards one of the giant windows and out into his backyard. It was still dark and he could make out some paved walkways with shrubbery along the sides.

Narek loved fighting outdoors much more than in. There were less obstructions, had fresher air, and the darkness was a much better feeling. His strategy of fighting would be to change only if necessary and drag this out, it's not everyday he would get an opponent like this during a stay at the human's world.

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The fact that his brother looked completely shocked at his own actions was not lost on Bowen. In fact, it was all that kept him from tearing the man a new one. Centuries and centuries of unnecessary killings had finally caused Bowen to reach his limit. He had had it. He had more or less tried to ignore it himself, knowing that his brother was a lost cause, but he had suddenly stopped. He had actually had a week of not a single person’s blood on his hands, and now he thought to come back bigger and badder? Well, Bowe didn’t play like that. This time, he was going to really take things up with his murderous king. Lykaes might be naturally loyal – almost too much so – but that did not make it okay to abuse this trait, which was something he had let Narek do way too much since he had become king. He vaguely recalled his father telling him to take care of Narek; to help him into kinghood and to make sure his temper did not rule him. So far, Bowen had failed their father, but not anymore.

That, however, did not mean he was going to let anyone else even touch his brother. Narek was still king, and to anyone but Bowen, that commanded a certain level of respect. Which was why he was currently inserting himself in events. Once he reached the king, Bowen watched Forrean warily, his gaze observant; evaluating the state of his fellow Lykae. He had really gone all out, so Bowen had to say he was surprised the guy hadn’t attacked yet, especially since the guy was a warrior, much like his father. He had been born and forged in battle; a perfect weapon and formidable opponent. Speed, strength and skill made Bowen wonder if even he would be able to take on the angry Lykae Captain. He nodded once when Narek spoke, a little surprised his brother had actually chosen to utilize the cognitive functions of his brain. It was a rare thing indeed. Forrean was completely quiet, although his gaze was glowing, and unnervingly focused on Narek. It made Bowen a tad uneasy, but at the same time he was now witnessing a serious amount of control. It was impressive, honestly.

“Easier said than done,” he murmured as Narek ran outside. He noticed Forrean twitching, obviously intending to follow the king, and Bowen instinctively reacted, his movements quick as he rushed to block the captain’s path. “Forrean, you need to calm yourself.” He said, thinking he might be able to reason with him. It seemed he had a better control of his beast than most, so one could only hope. “She is alive, is she not?” The captain paused, frowning at Bowen as if trying to understand what he was saying. Bowen stayed where he was, not even moving an inch. This might resemble trying to reason with a rapid dog. Then suddenly, the captain nodded, looking down at the messy bundle of blonde hair that was currently Belle’s face. “See,” Bowen said, unable to hide his relief. “No reason to commit treason then, is there?” Forrean growled in response, and Bowen sighed. It was hard, trying to calm someone else, when he himself was on the verge of letting his temper take over.

“If you fight the king, and loose, what will happen to her?” Bowen said, trying a different approach. Forrean stiffened immediately, and for a moment there, Bowen thought he was going to attack. Instead, the male put his daughter carefully down onto the floor, and looked at Bowen. “Protect?” He was able to growl, and Bowen nodded, assuming he wanted him to protect Belle. Then Forrean ran off out the door, heading for the forest. Obviously, someone needed to let off steam by himself. Bowen let a gust of wind pass his lips. Great, now he had a mad king, an unconscious blonde, and a suicidal servant to handle. Wasn’t life grand? Sometimes he wondered how he’d ever managed to live this long, because right now he felt old. “Narek, get back in here. You and I need to talk.” He called, knowing his brother would hear him clearly enough. Then he put a level, scorching look on James. “Do you think I’ve been keeping you alive all these years, just to see you practically commit suicide?” He almost growled, taking part of his anger out on the pup. “Get out of here, boy. You’re not dying anytime soon, understand?” Mostly because Belle had almost given her life for him. She would not be happy to find him dead when she woke up.

He had noticed James through this entire ordeal, noting the way he was looking at Belle, so Bowen, feeling gracious, lifted an eyebrow. “She’s alive. A hit like that won’t kill her. Hurts like hell, though. Now go.” Belle, lying on the floor next to him, remained completely motionless.

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Such an odd human. Was he okay? What a question to ask. He needed to keep a better handle on his features, it seemed. He couldn't have himself looking tired and worn out. Such a weakness simply wasn't a good thing to broadcast on his face. He couldn't help but feel them, there was no cure for the occasional bout of tiredness or stress, no matter how much he wished there was one. To rid himself of the inconveniences would be delightful. Sadly it probably never would be so. The tall blonde arranged a ghost of a smile on his lips and tipped his head a quarter of a centimeter to one side.

"Oh, I'm quite alright. The duties of a king like to scar my visage." He responded vaguely. It was quite true though. The common people didn't have to shoulder the burden of leadership and all the work and thought that were attached to the curse. Especially during this never ending war. Each move had to be meditated and all retaliations analyzed quickly, and the move exacted perfectly. Then one had to go back and do it again with a new set of circumstances. Sabine liked to be deeply involved in the matters of the war, perhaps past the point in which it was healthy. He needed the stimulation, to be honest.

But there was such a thing as too much stimulation. This day's activities had been a touch too much for him, admittedly. And it showed overmuch.

After a few more moments, in which Sabine stared ponderously at the floor, the daemon pushed off the counter and rocked back on his heels, taking his book with him. He passed it between his hands a few times, following the lines of the binding and paper. Then he made a small sound in his throat, his fading partial smile graciously retuning to vividness. "Trivial matters." he dismissed any troubles that might have crossed his face. "Nothing you need to worry about." He said, stepping around the counter. "Anyway, do you require anything to eat? I"m sure the cook wouldn't be bothered to make anything you like." He said gratuitously. The cook would have to deal with a breach in whatever plans he'd made for the evening meal. Too bad for him.

James Dylor

James had his eyes fixed almost excursively on the prone form of the lykae girl who'd just saved him. The Captain of the Guard's daughter. Feeling quite cowed after his near death experience and the (probable) death of someone dear to him, when Bowen's angry words focused on him, the boy shrank under the calm onslaught. He rocked on his feet, his body urging him to do what he was told. He didn't want to though, he needed to make sure Belle was alright. He couldn't just leave unless he knew one way or another.

As if the lykae adviser had read his mind, the man assured him that Belle was indeed still alive. Relief flooded his little body. "Yessir." He mumbled, his eyes glazed with the thoughts inside his head, and he stumbled out of the room. His feet seemed to walk over each other of their own accord, purposely tripping him up just so his outstretched hand could catch him. He had no clue where he was going, but he was going there as fast as his shell-shocked self could get there. his mind was off somewhere else, trying to properly comprehend what was going on. That he'd nearly died of his own intentions and by that same action nearly indirectly killed another, who'd been the one to spur the foolish thought process in the first place, even though it had been completely her fault.

After turning a corner, the boy nearly ran into an older male servant who looked quite surprised to see him. While James tried to catch his balance, the other was staring at him like he was naught but a ghost. Then the man hurried off, presumably to inform everyone that the stupid little pup had survived the King's anger, gossip that would add to the already interesting speculation about the entire situation surround the Captain of the Guard's daughter taking the blow meant for James.

James, unperturbed,continued his trip to nowhere. Somehow his unconscious dropped him off in the musty quiet of the library in a tight corner where two bookshelves didn't manage to perfectly conjoin. With no more thoughts, and all together too many of them to keep track of, James promptly fell asleep.

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Sabine's answer was only a tad reassuring, or at least Haven felt it was supposed to be. She smiled a bit. King. He'd said king. Vaguely, she wondered what in the heavens that was supposed to mean. Then again, maybe he just had a peculiar way of getting points across. Using metaphors, for example. Yes. Of course. Some people were just a bit more different than most. Nothing to be put off by. Nothing at all. The more time she'd spent around him, in that house, the more she learned about Sabine, the odder he seemed, and the more Haven, surprisingly, wanted to know. It was an odd feeling, and she found herself feeling somewhat appalled that she was so curious. It was something she'd been taught against as a child. Too many questions led to unwanted answers. It was just logical. But why, then, did she feel so compelled to learn more about this character? After all, curiosity was a bad thing, a horrible thing. Killed the cat and everything. 

Haven's gaze flitted about the room and she wrung her hands behind her back, trying her best not to look outlandishly, embarrassingly awkward, suddenly aware of every small move she made. Was she this weird around everyone? Did she always appear this out of place and pathetic? If pathetic was the right word, that is. That's how she was starting to feel, after all, although she was at an absolute loss as to why. Maybe it had something to do with the whole out of the ordinary scenario. Haven was beginning to think she was over thinking things, over analyzing the situation. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? Should she try and stop? Could she, if she wanted to? 

Sabine spoke once more, further still discouraging her small worries for him. And then he said, "Anyway, do you require anything to eat? I"m sure the cook wouldn't be bothered to make anything you like." 

Haven locked her eyes on him out of sheer habit and courtesy. She wouldn't have minded anything to eat at all. But that was something else drilled into her habits since childhood: Never, ever impose. Even if your starving. You'll look boorish. Most disgusting. It just wasn't to be done. So, out of sheer habit, she shook her head as adamantly as she could. "Oh, no no no, I'm quite fine, thank you," she said hurriedly, quite willing to get her point across. 

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Narek climbed back through the broken window, apparently it was pointless to have broken it but it was satisfying to hear the shattering glass. He saw Forrean had left much to his displeasure but he knew Bowen would win the fight with words. So that means all this ordeal meant was a shattered window. Surprisingly, that was the biggest damage caused.

"Brother, I did not fear you would fail and am glad you really didn't. I would have preferred the little sparring match though." He looked down at the girl on the floor, "I am surprised no doctors have come to pick her up. She is royalty and must be treated as such." Now that I mention it, where did the Captain run off to? Bah, he'll turn up and them we can get those reports.

"Right, now what should we do to rid our boredom until the Captain returns? There's still the matter of the pesky, little boy. Maybe a private exile should be in order to unsure nothing like this happens again."

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Her answer seemed so hurried, the words almost tumbled over each other. Strange humans. That could either mean that she really wasn't hungry, or there was some other reason that she was declining. Perhaps some custom instilled in her youth. Sabine didn't often speak to humans, rather he enjoyed their literature, so he wasn't completely sure. As with Daemon literature, he knew that some pieces of human fiction were romanticized, and some very real parts were omitted. Perhaps she was too skittish to eat with him. That could always be an option. She could see him as some sort of threat. Or maybe it was one of those obscure rules in her etiquette book. Hmm. Daemon culture required one to agree to dining, even if they weren't particularly hungry, so as not to spurn the cooks and the host. But Humans were different, Sabine needed to remember. They didn't know his customs, so they sure as hell wouldn't follow them.

The blonde daemon tipped his head slightly to one side in thought, bringing a finger momentarily to his chin. This wasn't his strong point, dealing with human girls who seemed wont to resist every attempt to be a good host. Was she just resistive, or did she honestly think that she was being polite by being so...so...He didn't even have a word to express his mixture of frustration and confusion. He could solve logic puzzles, but this girl here was no logical. And the more time he spent thinking about it the more wound up he grew. What was he supposed to do now?

"Strange humans." he couldn't help but mutter to himself as he moved nearer to Haven and the door, the fingers of his free hand skimming along the counter-top as he walked past it. "Would you like a tour of the manor then?" He offered as he drew nearer, offering an attempt at a polite smile. "You can't thwart every intention of mine to be a good host." Perhaps if someone else had uttered the words they would be humorous, but Sabine wasn't a particularly humorous man. They weren't sharp, or biting, but stated as a simple fact loaded with silent undertones of his current confusion and mild irritation about the whole situation.

"Don't hesitate to request anything you require." He said, resting a hand for a second on her shoulder before moving past her, out the door and into the kitchens. One of the servants was looking through the shelves, obviously confused about the startling shortage of plates. Everyone in the kitchen looked around at him, all eight of them. Sabine had odd eating habits, to say the least, so the cooks usually abstained from making food with the expectation that he eat it unless he specifically requested, but it was getting on time for the servants to forage for food.

"Send someone out tomorrow morning to retrieve a new set of formal plateware." He ordered the room in general. They'd figure it out among themselves, he didn't have time to seek out the head cook when he was obviously not here, guarding his kitchen against ne'er-do-wells. He was probably storming around, trying to figure out what happened to all the nice plates. He wouldn't be nearly as angry once he figured out who exactly had done away with them, however. One simply wasn't angry with Sabine. Obviously.

"Come along, Flower." He said aimlessly back at Haven as he paused for a moment in the middle of the room. It wasn't much of a request. he wasn't going to stand around and offer suggestions until she finally said yes to something. That wasn't how Sabine worked. So he would show her around the manor a tad.

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Bowen watched James run out of the room, his dark brown eyes keeping track of every movement made by the pup. He honestly didn’t know what to do with the mess everything was becoming, but he did know fixing things was on his shoulders as usual. Oh, the job of an adviser. No wonder he was on edge currently, his beast scratching furiously at the bars of its cage. Just as James was moving out the door, Bowen heard his brother coming back inside through the window he had just broken for no reason whatsoever except to call more attention to himself. The adviser’s attentive gaze moved to rest on Narek as he came up to stand beside him and began talking, "Brother, I did not fear you would fail and am glad you really didn't. I would have preferred the little sparring match though." In response, Bowen gave a slight nod, moving to pick up Belle from the hard floor. “You forget the difference between sparring and fighting to the death, Narek. You often do.” His voice was calm yet cold and sharp as steel. It was a tone he often took when doing business, and rarely when dealing with his brother, but these were not regular times.

Once more, Bowen felt glad he’d had the foresight to get everyone out of the room, because this conversation was not intended for others. He raised an eyebrow when Narek spoke of the blonde now in Bowen’s arms. “She is a full-blooded, grown Lykae female. She doesn’t need a doctor unless her intestines are hanging out of her. As for the captain, I believe letting him cool down after you almost killed his daughter, would be wise.” At that, Bowe couldn’t help smiling wryly, a sarcastic, dry one that did in no way reach his eyes, before looking down at Belle, smile falling away instantly. He needed to put her down in a bed so she could heal up comfortably. Besides, he really didn’t want to carry her around all day, and he had been asked to protect her in this vulnerable state. Hell, he still wondered what in the world would possess the youngling to interfere like that. So far all he’d come up with was that her Lykae instinct had taken over, but honestly that wasn’t actually as common with females as it was with males. So Bowen was puzzled. As if he didn’t have enough puzzles to solve as it was.

Before Bowen could move, leaving his king and brother, said male began speaking once more and it stopped the adviser completely in his tracks. Had Narek actually suggested a non-deadly punishment for the pup? Bowen could hardly believe his own ears. Maybe today would be the day to generally confront the king about his recent activities. Calling out for Amy, his own girl, he waited only seconds before she was there, collecting Belle into her arms. “Get her to my quarters, place her on the bed and do not leave her. Call for me if you run into any problems.” She nodded dutifully, glancing nervously at Narek before running off with the smaller blonde. Once they were out of sight, Bowen turned to face Narek, closing the door behind him. “An exile to where, exactly?” He asked, thinking over the possibilities. James had to be punished, no doubt about that, but he wanted to make sure it would be in a way that would ensure the boy’s survival.

“On another note, brother, we need to talk. Firstly, where has your head been lately?” He began walking towards Narek. “For a time there I thought you were actually trying to control your temper for once. You know, pull down the number of deaths you deliver to faithful servants and guards a week. Then you turn around and do… this.” He spread his arms out to indicate the room as he stopped in front of Narek. As his arms fell to his sides once more, he shook his head, sighing. “It has something to do with the raven haired lawyer, does it not? Alara Parker? The woman you have been following around as of late. Narek, you are king, and you can do as you please, but that does not mean it is always the right thing to do. I realize you lack the most important Lykae instinct; to protect, but I sincerely wish you would at least consider your actions once in a while.” He ran a hand through his hair. “You are far too old to act out like a spoiled pup, and I am too old to keep cleaning up your messes.”

Bowen was very aware of the fact that he was telling his brother off, but hell, their father was no longer around to do it, and Narek had always needed that guiding hand. Fact was, Bowen was sick of it. It was a wonder he had no physically attacked his brother by now, because his entire body was tensed, ready to attack. He had enough control of keep himself steady though, but he was instinctively preparing for Narek. Part of Bowen wanted the fight, the beastly Lykae part of him, but the other part was holding back, reminding of loyalty to the crown, as well as loyalty to his brother in general. Blood was thicker than anything to Bowen, which was probably the only reason he had not confronted his brother this way before.

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Narek heard his brother star asking questions again, such was his way of living and it bothered the king to a large degree. Yet little could be done about it. He stopped walking and said, "An exile to here of course. The realm of humans so that he can live with the filth he was born with. What greater punishment for one who wants death than life? Trust me brother, I have studied the ways humans think. I am not as a child in mind as much as you believe." Bowen had called for his girl to take away the injured one before this question, and it made him think if it would effect him like he thinks it would if it happened to her. Just a passim thought though.

The conversation took a turn for the worse. Apparently Narek had not been the stealthy Lyken he thought he was. When Bowen finished he moved a bit closer towards his brother close enough to feel his breath. With an undertone of irritation in his voice he said, "Perhaps if you did not meddle in everything I do you would mot have to care for me. You act as if I could not be a king of the waste that is excreted by the lowliest of maggots, devouring the remains of a dead rodent. I know you have not challenged me to the throne because of your loyalty to me, but while you haven't I would tell you to take care of affairs more important then how I would go about my daily living. Knowing you however, you will still keep someone watching throughout the day and until I go to bed."

Narek brushed by Bowen towards the door. Before he opened the door he said, with a more solemn voice, "Alara Parker is no concern of yours. You know what I mean brother, you have your own little toy that you do not want bothered as do I. Now, if you have anything else to bring to my attention you can find me in my chamber." He promptly opened the door and walked to his room. No servants were to be seen.

When in his room he went and got a paper and writing piece, he wrote out the letter of exile. It was not a grand speech because it was not worth the time for the person. He will deliver it through a servant tomorrow, tonight he needs to plan out the next step in his plan.

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*TIMESKIP*
We're jumping 2 weeks forward in time. What you want to do with that, is up to you. Free reins on this skip.





Claire Parker.


”Cheers!”
The shout rang out clearly in the small bar from a group of young guys in the corner. They were out pre-drinking before some party, she had gathered, and they were already pretty deep into the beer. Fortunately that was all they were drinking. Usually hard alcohol caused problems with the younger crowd. Although Claire was only 24 herself, she oftentimes felt much older when people her own age walked into her bar. Mostly because they acted so… immaturely. It made her think of Sapphire, a sister she loved, sure, but not her role model in any way. Perhaps because she often felt like she was the older one, but then again, there was only about a year’s age difference between the two. The raven-haired woman smiled to herself, her gaze moving from the group and two a trio of blond women, all gorgeous by most estimates – one reminded her of Haven, the way she looked so timid compared to the others.

Claire herself was standing behind the bar, not really doing much. The place was pretty quiet on most nights; not a lot happened, but she got by, and that was all she wanted. Or… well, it hadn’t been quiet the night Narek had stepped into her bar. Ah, yes, Narek. She was so confused by him and with him. Clearly the man was violent and delusional, but the way he had been calmed so easily when she had told him off was so unusual, it had intrigued the young female and she’d ended up calming down too. Honestly she didn’t know what she would’ve done if he’d gotten pissed at her instead. Most temperamental, big guys, didn’t appreciate being told off by some woman. But she had been out of options; he had been about to wreak her bar, and income of not, it was in no way big enough to repair that kind of damage, and insurance didn’t cover everything.

And then there was the fact that he had saved her from being gang raped that night. She still wondered why he’d even been around. Had he been following her? Or had he just randomly been near? Claire never really believes in coincidences, though, so she was having a hard time convincing herself the delusional male had not been stalking her. The thought sent chills down her spine, yet part of her wasn’t afraid of him. Part of her suspected he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her in particular. Maybe it was just the way he had settled down that night they had first met, or maybe it was something else. Instinctual? It could be. Although Claire wasn’t all that keen on trusting said instinct. She was completely mystified by the strange male, which meant she was entirely conflicted in all ways. Part of her wanted to see him again, to solve the enigma, while another part of her wanted never to see him again, not wishing the extra complications.

She had enough to deal with, what with Sapphire being MIA for the last 3 weeks. Claire was really worried, and she had reported it to the police, seeing as she hadn’t showed up for work either. It wasn’t like Sapphire. Claire and Haven were the two people in the world Sapphire would do anything to keep from worrying about her, so the fact that she had not returned a single call, was astounding and disturbing at the same time.

A nice looking middle-aged couple were sitting by the bar, talking to Lily, the only hired bartender working tonight, other than Claire herself of course, and caught up in her own world, Claire hadn’t at first noticed the fact that a male was asking for a drink. When the sound of fist against counter hit her ears, however, Claire turned her gaze, wide eyed with surprise. “Oh, right, I was…” she began, focusing on him, but he interrupted her, clearly in a bad mood. Oh, he was one of those customers.
“I don’t give a shit, bitch, just give me a whiskey.” He snarled, causing Claire to raise her eyebrows. This was her bar. She didn’t take shit normally, and definitely not in her own bar. Who did this guy think he was?
“I would much rather you leave my bar, sir. I’m sure many other places would be willing to serve you a whiskey.” She said, remaining polite, but her voice was cold. She really needed to invest in some kind of muscle power if this kept happening to her.

He was a man of normal height, with light brown, thinning hair, a thin pointy nose, and full lips framed by a light layer of stubble. His build was lean – obviously the type to practice sports of some kind, but his eyes were sunk a bit too deeply into his skull, and they were a mushy green colour. A scar marred his right cheek, and a smaller one adorned his left eyebrow, leaving a small line without hair right in the middle of it. His stance, however, was what worried Claire the most. He looked ready to jump, so when he narrowed his eyes at her, leaning forward in a threatening manner, she took a deep breath, steeling her resolve.
“I’m sure there is, but I happen to want one here. Now, give me one.” His eyes were glinting with a half-mad light, so Claire glanced at Lily for a second, knowing that standing up to this guy was only going to get her two things; a lot of scars and a wrecked bar.

Lily ran off, most likely calling the police, and Claire carefully poured a glass of whiskey, putting it in front of the guy. When she turned to leave, however, he grabbed her wrist, casting her a wry smile. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he told her, his tone deceitfully sweet. Claire took a deep breath, closing her eyes briefly before opening them again. The cops would hopefully be there soon, so she merely nodded, biting her lower lip. Sometimes she really wanted to be a guy, because although Claire abhorred violence, she knew guys weren’t treated this way because they appeared more threatening. Claire, however, was not that big a woman at all. Thinking about it, perhaps she was in the wrong business here. Or maybe she was simply right about needing to hire some muscle. Yep, she needed a bouncer of some sort. It was stupid though, because this was only a small bar, and it used to be quiet and friendly.

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He'd tried every possible way he could think of. If he couldn't find a working way to get word to her soon he'd have to leave, find some place where he could have some semblance of a new opportunity to be a human. Maybe even a lower middle class human at some point. The small amount of money he'd amassed had been gone in an instant, lost to the endless slough of survival. He was living off the local soup kitchen and the homeless shelter at the moment, but he didn't think he could live that way for much longer. He was a worker by nature, and he was going mad trying to find a job. He wasn't used to the human world. He didn't have any school credits, or any kind of resume to find a job, since it had been a very long time since he'd been in school, and he only looked to be fresh out of high school. No one would believe that he'd been out of school for over fifty years. How long had it been now? He couldn't even remember most of his very young years, when he still lived with his mother.

he sat on a bench at the very edge of the park. He stared fixedly at the ground, tugging on his fingers as he worried. He'd carved out an hour from everyday to sit and wait and hope Belle would come. He'd tried as many ways as he could thing of to communicate with her, send some kind of note or something, but he couldn't return to the manor. It was dangerous to even try. But he did want to see Belle again, and thank her. The last time he'd seen her she'd been unconscious, right after she saved him from death. He was still a bit irked about the whole matter, he'd be over and done if things had happened like they were supposed to happen, but then again, maybe this was the way things were supposed to happen. He had been allowed to go back to being a human. He didn't like to think of it as being banished, that sounded negative, and he needed to keep his spirits up as much as he could.

Mostly because his nerves and his belly were hell bent on banding together and dragging him down. The single meal a day and not nearly enough sleep coupled with obsessive worrying was not doing much for his psyche or his health. And somehow in his mind Belle was supposed to fix things. At the very least, after he thanked her and satisfied his guilt on that front he could go and try to make a meaningful living with the hundred and hundreds of years hopefully left in his lifespan. Never mind that he'd have to start over every five or ten years because his body simply didn't age like a human's would and he didn't need anyone becoming suspicious, it was a new start, and new life.

The lad forced himself to slowly relax into the bench, he needed to not work himself up too much. If she had gotten the note, if she was coming, then he'd get to see her and things would be as they were meant to be. But if she didn't then that was how things would have to be, and he would have to let go and leave. He'd forget eventually anyway. Instead of worrying his fingers, James switched to fiddling with the hem of his shirt. Because of the soup kitchen, he hadn't had to worry about food, so he spent the money he had on clothes from the Goodwill just down the street from the park. He had no registration or anything as a homeless person at the time, and foolishly hadn't pressed for anything and just found a couple fifty-cent T-shirts and a pair of jeans to wear. He looked scruffy, not to mention tired, and he was slumped in the seat, just like a normal teenage boy. All he was missing was headphones or a cell phone. Shaking off some of the mannerisms had been difficult, but James found himself slowly relaxing back into the much gentler clasp of human life, even if it was toilsome and wearying.

It was better to be a little hungry and tired, but not worrying that death was just around the corner if he wasn't perfect or just plain unlucky at the moment. He could manage. Maybe even flourish. Someday. But one step at a time, and that first step was Belle. That thank you and most-likely good-bye would be difficult, but he'd manage. For his future. And for her, so she wouldn't worry. She could continue on her life as well. If she was even worried. He was struck with another pang of doubt, and other worry that Belle had received one of his correspondences but was ignoring him, maybe she'd had a change of heart, she didn't want to talk to some stupid half-ling human.

But that would just have to be the ay it was. whatever it was. And he'd have to deal with it, like he had to deal with everything that was thrown at him.

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"Gosh darnit!"

Haven flurried about as she searched her dwelling for a suitable outfit. As much as she did not want to be late, she also didn't want to show up looking unkempt and awkward. She was stressing out, wired as can be, and she hated herself for it. All she was going to do was meet up with Sabine in the park for a hang-out sort of thing. A get-together. Yes. That's what she'd call it. A get-together. Before leaving his place two weeks prior (and what an uncanny experience that had been), she was sure to propose a meet up, simply because she was, admittedly, afraid of losing touch with someone. Haven so enjoyed making friends, and took them very seriously, since, what with her schedule and hobbies and all, she didn't make very many.

She resolutely zipped up her sweatshirt, having finally decided on what to wear, and pulled her hair back as she watched herself in the mirror. Haven frowned slightly. She had this unshakable feeling that she was forgetting to do something... The young woman growled uncharacteristically in her irritation. Why did today of all days have to be the day her mind didn't feel like cooperating? Talk about unfair.

You're going to be late~ her mind chimed. Exasperated, Haven sighed and decided not to waste any more precious moments. In actuality, she was making good time. By her calculations, if she left that very second, she could make it to the park without having to sprint at all. If she were lucky, which Haven was not known for being.

On her way out, she was sure to mentally check that everything had been taken care of: all her plants tended, Delphy fed, the radio was off, she had her key... Good. Was that everything? Of course it wasn't. Haven rolled her eyes at herself as she picked up the stark white calla lily off the coffee table. As she tightened the thin blue ribbon wrapped around the stem, she chastised herself. If she'd left this behind...

Haven smiled brightly, erasing most traces of her stressed-out mood with that single action, and left her abode.

She tried to jog as little as possible on her way to the park, for fear of ruining her carefully prepared look. It was a silly, girly concern, but Haven didn't go out with friends very often. As such, she was taking these precautions.

The park was bathed in the lovely, dappled sunlight of the afternoon, and Haven slowed as she walked further on. She lifted her head to get a better look at the leaves that fluttered so delicately from the trees. Haven smiled unconsciously. She loved this place.

She more or less skipped over and sat down on a bench, and began twirling the calla lily around in her hands. Moments later, she forced her hands to still. Don't act silly. You'll embarrass yourself, she mentally admonished before sighing contentedly and leaning back. I wonder... I wonder what today will be like...

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Narek sat in his room at a desk made from oak. It was a finely crafted desk, the craftsman who made it put his blood and tears into it. Quite literally. He had to craft it while being whipped and his family tortured. Something an ancestor of the king's had ordered for it to be made, the reason for the whipping and torture were unknown. Rumor was had to do with a misunderstanding of potatoes.

The king was busy with some private matters. He had left the report from Forrean to Bowen, that's what he was told to do but he would have liked to hear it. He would probably get the important details, most likely bad news though. The Lykae had been losing footing for sometime. If there was good news then...

Narek had been taking care of Claire through secret avenues. There are plenty of black market dealers and guns-for-hire, keeping her safe secretly would be the easy part. The only problem will be Bowen; his avenues to knowledge and secrets were innumerable. Hopefully the group he hired were good enough to hold their own. If they weren't then there was going to be a big problem. A very big problem.

Speaking of problems, he had thankfully gotten rid of one recently. That disgrace of a servant, what was his name? Dillon? A name unworthy of a full-blooded Lykan. His mere presence disgusted Narek. Wherever he was, he knew he was alive and alone. An eternity alone should teach him about respect.

After finishing a passage he decided to get up and head to the garden. It was a place filled with experience. The kings before him had each gotten a plant from their lifetime and contributed it to the garden. The reasons for them varied and Narek had yet to do it.

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Sabine lifted his jaw slightly, closing his eyes to enjoy the sun on his face. The afternoon was warm, and tempered him enough that he wasn't particularly irked by her lack of punctuality. She would arrive when she was ready, he reminded himself, and there was nothing he could do about it. She was a human after all, she didn't understand the laws of daemon courtesy. She was a human after all. And it made him wonder. What exactly was he doing with a human in the first place? Escorting her home, making sure she was safe, those were one thing. But actually going out of his way, carving time from his day for a human? Unheard of. Foolish. What exactly did he think he was doing with his life? But yet, here he was, lingering at the edge of the trees, under the touch of the sun, waiting for a human.

He hadn't suggested the meeting. She had. He'd hidden his shock at the off-hand proposal well, and for some reason agreed. Perhaps it had been the stress of that day. After what happen to Lena. It had really set him off kilter. He wasn't nearly as smooth and calm as he usually was; he suffered the occasional bout of rage. It sickened him, he was acting like a common Lykae, but there wasn't anything he could do about it but weather it out and hope it didn't take too long to settle back into normalcy. He had a sneaking suspicion that the girl had something to do with it. Haven. He'd noticed a shifting in himself after meeting her, and he didn't like it one bit. Especially after he jumped out in front of that car to save her. He still pondered what exactly he'd been thinking in that moment. It had been two weeks ago and it still plagued his mind.

He didn't want to meet Haven today, but it was not polite to stand her up. And perhaps, just perhaps he might figure out what it was about her that wreaking havoc on his reasoning capabilities. She had no magic, she was just a common human from what he could tell. She was not working for the Lykaes either, he would be able to smell it on her. Harmless. So why was she so potent?

Perhaps he was over-thinking things. Over the last few days he'd had to juggle a rising discontent in his household, after his discipline of the stupid little creature who's ravaged Lena. None of the men were pleased with the new developments, and there were mumblings. Of course, no one would do anything about it, not with the way he'd been acting of late, there was a good chance that they'd be killed on the spot for the transgression, something they didn't used to have to worry about. Sabine didn't often deal in death as punishment, apart from extreme cases. Yes, he'd torment the servants a bit, it kept them motivated and it was a good source of amusement, but they knew they were free from true harm. Or at least, they used to.

Now it wasn't a game.

The emerald eyes slid open again after a moment of contemplation, and a flash of white caught his gaze immediately. There she was, settling down on a bench not too far away. Sabine made his way over, his coat slung over his shoulder and his black shirt pushed up at the sleeves to enjoy the warmth.

"Good afternoon, Miss Haven." He said as he circled the bench and sat down next to her, appraising her face for only half a second. "I trust you are well?"

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Annabelle

The blonde noble of a Lykae female was worrying. Granted, Belle worrying wasn’t all that extraordinary, but this time it was worse, because she hadn’t had any way of assuaging her worries. In fact, her father had kept her more or less prisoner since she had taken the hit intended for James. If she had to be perfectly honest she hadn’t thought much before doing it, except that she knew she had a greater chance of surviving than he, because she was a fullblooded Lykae. Her move, however, had caused things to tense between her father and the king however. It would take the captain a while to get over the fact that his king had almost killed his daughter, and that mood was her fault entirely. True, one could argue that the king handled things wrongly in the first place, immediately punishing by death, but it seemed Annabelle’s sacrifice had changed the king’s mind. Instead of death, James had been sent into exile… indefinitely, which to a Lykae could be a very, very long time.

Finally, now, after two weeks, she was finally allowed to go outside alone. She’d had to argue a lot with her father over it however, and she’d even had to call on her mother for help, although her mother happened to be in Lloer Deyrnas, so she’d had to travel a bit. In the end, though, Forrean had relented and with a firm warning of not getting into trouble, he’d grudgingly let her go. He’d also told her not to search for James. But she couldn’t not search for him; she had received many messages, but had been unable to do anything in response. She knew he wanted to get into contact with her however, and she wasn’t going to ignore that. She couldn’t. So, having packed a big bundle of food; sandwiches, fruits, crackers and so on, Belle had skipped outside in this, the name of the park James had mentioned in one of his notes, in mind. She didn’t exactly know where it was, but she planned on asking until she caught his scent and then she’d just go off of that the rest of the way.

After a while her vigilant nose registered James’ distinct scent, and she couldn’t help a small smile. She wasn’t far from him now. Belle sped up at that thought, eager to see him again, considering she had worried about him for weeks now. However, there was a weird odor connected to his scent, and she really hoped he hadn’t slumped too much into… well, life as a homeless person. She wasn’t even sure how to help him as it was, all she knew was that he was probably hungry and most likely in need of said help. She’d just… go from there, even if she wasn’t entirely sure where “there” was. The blonde, hugging the bag of food, soon reached a park where James’ scent was more or less over the place and looking to her right, there it was; the name of the park on a small sign by a group of small bushes. She looked around, her blue eyes scanning the area calmly in search of the Halfling Lykae. However, in the process, her nose briefly noticed something else; demon. The stench made her wrinkle her nose in disgust, but knowing nothing could be done in public anyways, she shook her head, disregarding it, although remaining alert. On her toes.

It didn’t take long for Belle’s gaze to land on James, and as it did, the woman registered two things; He looked tired, and he had lost weight. A lot of weight he really didn’t have the build to lose. She sighed, making her way through the throng of humans populating the green park, sad and not quite sure how to deal with the guy she had come to care for. She couldn’t take him home; even meeting with him was technically treason, and she knew folks at home would be able to smell James on her. She would have to shower properly before heading back home, so she’d have to rent a room somewhere and… well, it was all a big bother, but it was worth it. James was worth it. Once Belle was in James’ immediate vicinity, she cast him a little smile. “James?” She inquired, putting down the bag of food on the bench next to him, her voice soft. She inched closer, lowering herself enough to be level with him, her eyes searching out his with worry shining in them. “I’m sorry about all of this,” she added quietly, “so sorry.”




Claire

As Claire was about to pour the rather rude guy another whiskey, he instead yanked on her wrist and cast her a sly smirk, his eyes still sporting that cruel glint and she immediately inched back a little, wanting to move away from him, a slight frown on her face.
“What now?” she snapped at him in response, her patience running out, but the guy didn’t seem particularly bothered. Instead his smirk widened and he even chuckled at her, before opening his mouth to speak, crooked teeth spilling forth. “I think you should accompany me outside, little prude.” He said, and yanked her even closer causing her middle to push painfully against the bar counter, but instead of making a sound, Claire glared at the guy, inwardly fighting her instinct to shout at him and pull her hand back. If she had to be perfectly honest, this one could use a nice slap, and just as he leaned in, his foul breath soon polluting the air closest to her, he was pulled back from her by two big guys, who looked like they could throw her ten feet in the air.

The rude, athletic guy fought as the big ones silently, eyes cold and removed, rendered him unconscious. Claire watched the whole thing wide-eyed, mouth slightly agape. One of the big guys – a blonde – had hit him in the stomach, followed by a fist in his face, while the other big one held him steady. In the end, once the right amount of hits had been dealt, the guy went out like a light and the two others, still mute, carried him outside. All the while, the ravenhaired woman had been more or less immobile, unsure of what to do with herself while the fight went on. Even some of her newly bought chairs had been broken. Wait… some of her new chairs had been broken?! Claire groaned, irritated all over again. Sure, the guy was not an issue anymore, but she was certain the cops could’ve taken care of it quietly, and legally. She didn’t want this reputation for her bar, and who were those guys anyway?

Furious with the whole situation once having processed it, Claire made her way outside, quickly sliding on her jacket as her heels clicked furiously with the pace she was setting. “Watch the place,” she shouted at Lily before letting the door shut behind her. She realized that her chance of catching the group was small, but she didn’t really care. She wasn’t just leaving it at that. Trudging furiously, it surprisingly wasn’t long until she spotted the two big guys, but they weren’t dragging the rude customer along, which briefly had her wondering where they’d left him, and in which state. This was all extremely odd. “Hey!” She shouted once she was close enough for them to be able to hear her, and they both turned at once, looked at her with that indifferent gaze once more. No sound came from either one, but they stopped moving so she supposed that was some kind of response at least. “You guys owe me several new chairs,” she noted as she finally reached them, the two towering over her.

The blonde one snorted, voice dark and gruff as he spoke, “yes, we also saved you.” The words made Claire roll her eyes. “By beating the guy up!” She then replied, her voice bordering on outraged. “And breaking several chairs! And what the hell were you even doing in my bar in the first place?! It’s not exactly the most known place in terms of brawls, like you so obviously favor. But thank you for doing what the police would have done legally in a little while either way.” Her tone was ringing with sarcasm and irritation which caused the blonde one to raise both of his eyebrows. The brunette however was perfectly inexpressive, which was frankly a tad unnerving to a woman who was so used to people being more than just easy to read. Odd, very odd.

The blonde guy glanced at his companion, a knowing look in his eyes. “What?” Claire snapped. She hated those looks, especially when she was the one being kept out of the loop.
“Well,” he started, crossing muscular arms, suddenly smiling wryly, “someone wishes to keep you save. Someone’s paying good money to have that service provided.” The second the words left his mouth, Claire was frowning. She didn’t know anyone with that kind of money! Hell, she didn’t know anyone who would keep the whole thing secret from her in the first place. Except… her mouth fell open immediately as the thought hit her. Narek had been waving money around like it was nothing… and he was unpredictable… and… gods, who the hell did he think he was?!
“Now, little miss, are we allowed to go?” The blonde asked, a sliver of mockery in his voice as he interrupted her fuming, and she merely rolled her eyes at him, turning around to head back to the bar… and her car.

One inside the small vehicle Claire made her way towards the manor in which she knew Narek lived. Primarily because her attempted rape hadn’t been far from there, and after his rudeness, she’d scolded him for a bit while he’d walked towards it. At least she hoped she was right about the location, because she had important business to discuss with him. Like, say, telling him to leave her the hell alone! It took a little while to get there, but she was angry enough not to notice. Instead she took the time to try and calm down a little… which didn’t work too well. She parked next to the place, on the side of the rode and stalked up to the front door, her knuckles rapping quickly against the wood.

It took only for a second for a female head to poke outside carefully. “Yes Miss?” The seemingly young girl said, opening the door properly. Claire, not feeling too happy, quickly snapped, “I need to speak with Narek. Now.” The girl’s green eyes widened briefly, almost fearfully as she gave a brief nod and disappeared from the doorway after inviting Claire inside. Then she left the grand hallway, that frightful look still on her face. What was she so scared of? Claire sighed, feeling sorry for the poor thing; maybe she’d been a little too harsh in her tone. To be honest, the servant wasn’t who Claire was angry with, so she felt rather bad about taking it out on her, which subdued her anger a little too. Well, that would probably last until Narek came. She crossed her arms over her middle, a little impatient. At least it seemed like she’d found the right place though, so that was always something.

Marie, the servant girl who had opened the door for Claire, fearfully made her way into the garden where she knew her king was currently staying. Everyone always knew where Narek was, because no one wanted to interrupt him by accident. Something like that could cause heads to roll if he was in the mood… which he was way too often She didn’t walk to close to Narek when she caught sight of him, but rather kept a sensible distance before she cleared her throat carefully. “I am sorry your majesty, but a ravenhaired, human woman is asking for you. She is very persistent.” She told him, very careful to keep her voice level and smooth, but also very submissive, just in case. She really hoped he at least knew who she talking about, because the woman didn’t seem like she’d take kindly to Marie returning with new of the king not wanting to meet with her. But then, rather an angry human than an angry Lykae king.

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James Dylor

Someone speaking his name made James start with surprise. He hadn't been on his guard almost at all over the last two weeks, he didn't need to keep his senses up as high as he possible could. Actually it was probably better than he keep himself dulled, considering the company he'd been spending his time with. Although he was slowly descending down to meet them the longer he spent in the shelter, no matter how clean he tried to keep himself. The lethargy was beginning to overpower him. And he looked young, they wouldn't kick him out for not being able to find a job, especially since from what the papers said the economy in the human world wasn't doing too well. He wasn't the only one out of a job, although the reasons for his unemployment were entirely different. No human would ever imagine his circumstances. Not even the his mother's relatives, if any of them were still alive. She'd never kept much company with them after she met his father, so he hadn't met very many of them before the generations outpaced his own growth.

The blue eyes flicked up, and his heart sped up slightly. He recognized the voice. Indeed, he caught a pair of turquoise eyes looking back at him, level with him, close enough to be real. He stared at her for a second, blank, as if trying to process her presence as she apologized in a soft voice. He stared at her for another beat before reaching up and hugging her without a second thought. It was, perhaps the most contact he'd had with anyone in a very long time. Well, apart from the few seconds when Belle had side-tackled him out of the path of His Majesty's rage. Other than that she'd held his hand all of...once, and that was pretty much all he had on the record of recent. Servant James would not have done such a thing, not the Belle, the mysterious new friend and most definitely not to Belle, the daughter of the Captain of the Guard. But Human James was tired and hungry and he missed his friend and he really didn't care about rules and regulations anymore. So he'd hug her if he wanted to.

The slightly wasted looking form clung to the blonde for a second, his face pressed into her neck. "There's nothing for you to be sorry for." He mumbled in return before letting go all of a sudden, flushing and ducking his head because, after all, Human James had never done more than hold her hand before and hadn't hugged anyone in a very long time. The embarrassment faded away quickly though, chased by a large grin. A very relieved grin at that. "Belle," He said, his voice a bit scratchy with dryness and a little bit of lack of use. He'd probably attack the water fountain before he left, those little structures were his best friends. "I...thought I wouldn't see you again before I...um...I..." He paused, suddenly not so sure if he wanted to tell her that he was planning to leave. He lost his guts. He'd tell her later. No need to say anything now. "...um..." He said again and laughed awkwardly, flushing again.

"How are you? How's everyone been faring? Did...um...Narek...find a replacement yet?" The name was strange in his mouth, forbidden, taboo still, even to Human James. It was obvious that he missed the manor, or at the very least he was lonely in a way he'd never experienced before, literally alien from everyone around him. His questions spouted from his mouth before he could stop them, but he managed to catch himself after stumbling over Narek's name. He reached up and put his hand over his mouth to stop his bubbling of words. But he did have many words to makeup for. he'd gotten used to Belle's company, and to spending many many words all at one time, but when that was suddenly taken away he actually missed talking to people. Sure there were friendly people in the shelter, but it wasn't the same. He wasn't human enough yet to make friends with them. And he was the youngest person, other than children accompanied by a parent, in the place, which made him a bit of oddity.

When he stopped talking he caught the smell of the food, he hadn't even noticed Belle set down that pack. He glanced at it a second, but looked away quickly, swallowing, trying to make himself ignore it, or he'd start working himself up. He needed to be some semblance of polite, since his actions so far had been scattered and sporadic. What must she think of him now? He certainly wasn't the old James, he'd never go back to being that boy again. Well, hopefully. There was little chance that Narek would want to pick him up again. James wouldn't have that. His return to freedom, while trying and mostly terrible, had been a return home. He'd settle for it, even though it wasn't exactly what he'd wanted. He wasn't going to try for that again though, not if he couldn't help it. If Belle was willing to sacrifice herself to keep him alive, then he was going to make good of her gift. Nothing less than she deserved.

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Oops, please disregard this... Wrong roleplay... How did I even... Ugh.

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Well, other than the walking thing (That must suck X3 I can't stand the two minutes it takes me to get from my parking spot to the school XD) I would agree, but for one thing. My car is old--only two years younger than dear old Pie XD. It doesn't have heat, other than the meager fare the cold engine drubs up. It usually takes fifteen minutes to scrape all the ice off on a warmer day T.T And the truck is like, twice my height, so usually I end up sitting on the hood so I can reach the middle (I'm short, okay :T) XD And after my arse is good and numb I get to watch my breath fog up in the inside of the windshield while I sit in traffic. I leave for school when all the commuters are heading to Richmond and DC for work :/ After about ten minutes the car makes it to forty-fifty (Depending on the chill outside) grad Fahrenheit and chills there XD And that's only if the locks don't freeze. XD If they do then I go on a murderous rampage...it's only happened twice so far. XD

My car is shitty, but I love him anyway X3 (I named him a good and proper Redneck name X3 Mikey Ranger)

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Ahaaa! =D

Hahaha. At least you have a car! Me, on the other hand, I have a 15 minute walk to my bus, then after that, I have 10 minutes of waiting for my train, then after that another 10 minutes waiting for my second bus. =P I don't think a bit of frozen snow on your windshield is a problem in comparison. ;)

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Lol, I went to eat, so I was rewarded with the pm just now :3

mm-hmm lol

haha, good luck with that X3 The wan sun melted most of the snow off the roads, so I'm hoping it will snow again so I don't have to scrape an inch of frozen snow off my windshield in the morning :/

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Until I zone out to write roleplay stuff. XD Haha. Sorry! But I sent you the new intro bit.

Ah, yeah, I know that feeling. O.o It's always when you don't particularly need a day off that you get it, eh? xD Typical. And hey, you can stay in bed all day!

I, for one, have school in the morning, and so, I need to go to bed and try to catch some level of sleep. xD

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lol, I would enjoy it if I had something useful to do, but it's pretty much just a bum day and terribly boring XD I'd rather hang out with my friends XD (at least I get to talk to you though X3) And it's fucking freezing in this place. I live in the south...it shouldn't be seven degrees XD

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Psh. Ignorant buggers. xD Hahaha.

And that's not even all that special. Hahaha. Oh, you poor thing. Getting off of school. I mean, I would muuuuch rather be IN school, in class, enjoying having people teaching me things I already know. =D Hahahaha. Sarcasm. <3

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I've been trying to tell people that, but no dice XD they don't understand evil genius XD

raaaaaaaaawr. Fuck. I'm so bored. We had a snow day, and I've just been sitting around XD The only fun/interesting thing I've done so far is talk to you XD

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Yep! Cartoon villains really should take pointers from us. *Nod nod* xD

Mhm, mhm. O.O

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:D yesss, this will be the ultimate plan, muhaha X3

psh, no, it's perfectly normal -eyetwitch- XD

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Yep, that's what we'll do. They'll soon learn not to mess with us, and we will become rulers of this new world. =D

Is it just me, or is this beginning to sound a little insane? =D

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We need to put up large stars around our base and they all will explode before they reach us XD

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YES! and...
... but... we can't see it, because we die. O.O We need a shelter just for us! Because of course we're the only ones who know of this robot-unicorns-evolving-into-pandas-wolves-sabre-tooth-tigers-and-dragons apocalypse in advance! We shall remain the only survivors! =O

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lol. Sure XD Or...or...there should be super robot unicorns! that evolve into pandas and wolves and sabre tooth tigers and dragons! XD

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Hahahaha... could we make them baby blue or something in stead? =P Then I'd be good.

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True, but I don't want to die in a fiery gif explosion. that doesn't sound fun XD Unless all the gifs were pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows. That would be pretty cool XD

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Then we all die. xD We have to at some point anyways, right?

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hehe, but i don't know when I'm gonna use those gifs. What if I collect too many and the world explodes :o

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Smh. Then it's your own damned fault, lazy bum. =P

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Lol. it sucks up a large amount of my life, but I can never find something if I'm looking for it. And I'm too lazy to save stuff I like XD I have the same problem with my DA XD