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eachdraidh2014-07-18 10:31 am
dragmire) wrote in eachdraidh2014-07-18 10:31 am
003 / UNSEELIE + SEELIE / (MEMORY + VOICE)
[At some point last night, the following dreams unfolds. A beast of a man imprisoned, executed, and rises again to have his revenge. A shining sword is carried and is familiar to any who have seen him in combat. He is thrust into a portal What follows after that is an hour of nothing but an empty void with darkness all around. It is a hell of nothingness, where senses are meaningless, and despair and hatred is all that can fester. Eventually the dream comes to an end, for anyone who would bother to follow something so long.]
[Today]
Traitors and cowards have burned and plundered my kingdom. Those that profess to be righteous have slain those I valued most. There are many debts I have yet to settle. Not one has yet been forgotten. For now, the path to return home is an arduous one, but I relish the challenge.
The day will come that I will dream of more than that endless void.
[Until now, his tone seemed sad and nostalgic. There was an anger and hatred that lingered beneath the surface, but was suppressed. Now, he returns to his usual mannerism. Calculated and cold, yet proud and arrogant all a the same time. Unseen, the Demon King toys with the piece of star that is the source of his dream and nostalgia. He may not relish it being shared for all to see, but he senses something special with it. He has chosen to keep it.]
A cool wind blows through the city today, relieving the heat of a summer's day. Perhaps tonight it will rain yet again. [A pause and now when he speaks, it seems very pointed to any who listen.] The Castle of Mair has been returned to Unseelie hands. All are welcome to visit the city. I promise it a unique experience from what may be found in the rest of the Drabwurld. But if you come into this domain seeking war, then you will find it tenfold.
[Today]
Traitors and cowards have burned and plundered my kingdom. Those that profess to be righteous have slain those I valued most. There are many debts I have yet to settle. Not one has yet been forgotten. For now, the path to return home is an arduous one, but I relish the challenge.
The day will come that I will dream of more than that endless void.
[Until now, his tone seemed sad and nostalgic. There was an anger and hatred that lingered beneath the surface, but was suppressed. Now, he returns to his usual mannerism. Calculated and cold, yet proud and arrogant all a the same time. Unseen, the Demon King toys with the piece of star that is the source of his dream and nostalgia. He may not relish it being shared for all to see, but he senses something special with it. He has chosen to keep it.]
A cool wind blows through the city today, relieving the heat of a summer's day. Perhaps tonight it will rain yet again. [A pause and now when he speaks, it seems very pointed to any who listen.] The Castle of Mair has been returned to Unseelie hands. All are welcome to visit the city. I promise it a unique experience from what may be found in the rest of the Drabwurld. But if you come into this domain seeking war, then you will find it tenfold.
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These lockets should serve that purpose.
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A solitary rumble loosens from her. Discontent. It drains her power to do this, to use so much ink constantly. Not that it isn't easily reacquired, but... ]
yes that would make the most sense i'll heed your advice
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Why do you choose to speak in this manner? Do you not have a voice with which to speak?
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a wolf
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disguising it was not my intention but the windows on the lockets are small and i cannot be sure how easily read my messages are shall i stand back some for you?
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Just a white wolf, holding a piece of paper in its mouth. Or if his perception of the spiritual is high enough, then he's certain to see the glow about her, the markings, as if someone dipped a paintbrush in red and decorated her, and the feathers at her shoulders and ankles, the swirling of her tail with the ink on the tip. Those holy beads circling her neck of their own accord, refusing to drop to the earth or fly off though no string keeps them together.
She waits a minute, and then, again, writing appears on the paper and she tosses her head lightly as if to get his attention to read it. ]
how is this?
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You are most magnificent. Common wolves do injustice to your form.
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[ Teasing, again, whether it comes across or not. Her tail is certainly swiping across the grass happily enough. A proper thank-you for his compliment is probably in order, but perfect manners are a little lost on her, though she isn't insincere. ]
you do not have an allergy to fur do you your grace?
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[The question even catches him off guard. He can only wonder what exactly she'll be hoping for when they meet. A pat on the head?]
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It's cool. Don't pet her. Be like that. ]
such things? do you mean to say you are neither afflicted by things such as the common cold or a stomach ache or a rash?
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Indeed. It has been a great many years since such things held any power over me.
[Around the time that 'impaled through the stomach' stopped being fatal.]
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do you consider it so?
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sometimes cruelties can be blessings in disguise
[ It's true. Though she prefers a more direct approach. Why punish the people of earth when she can help their trees grow? ]
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[He was granted power by the gods, only to be locked away immediately after. If this was the plan of the gods, he could not guess as to what they intended.]