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Shikari Khavan
  • Location: A barn (Shep’s barn)
  • With: Shepherd and his parents.
  • Wearing: [x]
  • General status: Injured.
Shikari had nodded off by the time Shepherd and his parents arrived. It wasn’t until his mother spoke from downstairs that the hawkling stirred. He sat up and pulled the blanket tighter around himself. His wings were hidden behind the folds but his amber eyes gave his identity away quite easily. Shikari looked directly at Shep’s father as he tried to get an idea of what the man was all about. The bird was clearly nervous, but he wasn’t about to run. If he could possibly offer Shikari some pain relief than that was good enough reason to give him a chance.

He shifted in his spot a smidge, just enough to reach for his own items. Shikari's shaky hand gestured to the needle and thread without a word, although the expression on his face was asking for help. Almost begging.
 
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Shepherd

Location: Hay loft
With: Shikari, Oan & Mae


Shepherd and his Father shared a look before the older man turned around to give his wife a hand up the ladder.

“Oh my goodness…” The blonde woman quietly exclaimed as she got her first glimpse of the injured boy. Once in the hay loft, she let her hoicked up skirts fall back into place, and began unbuttoning and rolling up her sleeves.

“These are my parents, Oan and Mae.” Shepherd explained as the woman known as Mae bravely approached the Hawkling.

“Bring the lamp closer would you Oan.” Shepherd’s mother requested. She wasted no time inspecting the poor boy’s face, wincing and hissing in sympathy as she gently turned his head to get a better look.

“Oh Sweetheart… you must be in a lot of pain. I’ll make you some willow tea once we’ve stitched this up.” Mae promised as she helped herself to Shikari’s medical supplies.

Shepherd brought over what he’d collected from the kitchen and sat down on a hay bale. He watched as Mae cleaned her hands and heated Shikari’s needle over the flame in the lantern.

Oan was quiet and pensive. He and his wife had no qualms when it came to Otherfolk, but after what had happened in Mirim this past year, the farmer was understandably wary.

Once the needle had cooled, Mae got to work suturing Shikari’s wound. She was well practiced, considering the amount of times Oan and Shepherd nicked themselves when shearing.

“Whatever were you doing in Garwood Forest so late at night?” The woman scoldingly mothered. “-and without a winter coat no less.”
 
Shikari Khavan
  • Location: A barn (Shep’s barn)
  • With: Shepherd and his parents.
  • Wearing: [x]
  • General status: Injured.
Shikari stayed as still as he could while Mae sorted him out. He watched as she sterilized the needle. Having his face mended was quite painful, but he sat stoically like any Hawkling would. His eyes watered, but there would be no complaints from him that night. Shikari knew he was lucky to be receiving such tender care and he wasn’t about to sound ungrateful for it. He had been taught from a young age to swallow both emotional and physically pain when in front of strangers.

Shikari had watched companions get their faces stitched before. In fact, he and stitched up other hawklings a time or two. He knew how difficult the task could be if one was talking, and so he kept his mouth shut until Mae was finished. He wasn’t sure what to think of her motherly doting at first. It seemed to rattle something inside his briefly, which caused him to wince. Luckily that little slip could just be passed off as a reaction to the discomfort of the sutures.

Once Mae was finished with the sutures he finally spoke. “We came up the...” he paused as he tried to remember what Vyrik had said it was called. “The erm...” Shikari held his cold hands apart just a bit to gesture size, something large. “The wall of stone with the rivers and the beasts. We climbed that yesterday. Then climbed through tunnels and tunnels of black, erm...” he looked at Shepherd for a moment and then back to Mae. “Caves!”

Vyrik and Shikari had climbed through the canyon and then through a nearby cave system to reach Mirim.

“The caves brought us to the trees, the forest. Erm...” there was a long pause as he looked down at the blanket he still had wrapped around himself. “I did not expect winter to be this cold.”

Shikari shimmied the blanket off and let it fall around him. A pair of tawny wings with black and white tipped feathers were tucked in behind his back. He pulled the end of his tan scarf up to show off the pattern that was dyed into it. There was a very simple outline of the sun and some triangle shaped objects.

“I come from the dunes.”

There were no deserts on their continent, save for the Aseran Desert in the North. It had taken Shikari and Vyrik over six months to make their journey from Asera to Mirim.
 
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Shepherd

Location: Hayloft
With: Shikari & his folks


Shepherd winced several times on Shikari’s behalf. He certainly wouldn’t have been able to sit still or stay quiet through such a procedure. He thought the other teen way very brave.

“Do you mean The Canyon? You crossed the divide? Isn’t that filled with monsters and poisonous-” He excitedly blurted out, but trailed off after receiving a warning glare from Mae. “… things.” He hadn’t meant to be insensitive, he was curious, and often had issues with keeping thoughts to himself.

Oan didn’t recognise the crest on Shikari’s scarf, but he knew there were desert lands way up in the North somewhere. “You’ve come a long way, Lad.”

“-yes, it sounds like its been a very long and tiring journey for you and your friend.” Mae said, putting the fallen blanket back over the boy’s shoulders. She worried about how cold he felt, and she didn’t miss spotting the two feathered wings on his back. “Why don’t you get some rest. You’ll be safe here, and we can talk more in the morning.”

“Me n’ Con can keep him company.” Shepherd offered with a smile. Mae and Oan shared an uneasy look. “-don’t worry, I’ve got plenty more jerky if any more dogs decide to show up, and you’re just across the yard if we need help.”

“Speaking o’ dogs.” Oan leaned to look down at the dead hound on his barn floor.

He took Shepherd with him to dispose of the poor beast. They dragged it around the back of the building and buried it under a mound of snow - something to worry about tomorrow. The rest of the hounds were given water and housed in a nearby stable block that was home to a few more Border Collies.

While the boys were busy, Mae prepared the willow tea she’d promised and brought it up to the hayloft for Shikari. “For the pain.” Hopefully it would warm the boy up too.

Perhaps if Shikari had been older, Mae would have been more cautious around the stranger, but he didn’t look much older than Shep - seventeen, eighteen maybe? Shikari was practically a child in her maternal eyes, and she dreaded to think what horrors the poor boy had endured to get here.
 
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Yinson Castor

Location: North Lemongrass Castor Cabin
With: A note…
Status: En route to Castle


Yinsons vision blurrily came back to him as it always did and he found himself kneeling in the soot covered stone circle. The last of a few links of chain dissolving into ash before his eyes. With a deep breath and a stretch he would rise to his feet scanning his surroundings before the smell of fresh biscuits with pork giblet gravy hit his nose. Oh thats lovely yinson thought to himself as he walked towards the kitchen. There was a time when he would have been worried that his other half had Raided some bakery or mugged a person. A Long time had passed since had that concern faded, their arrangement now was one of mutual benefit.

The note on his kitchens countertop was all to apparent as it rested beneath Yinsons belt and blades. Scrawled in the chaotic slashed lines of his other halfs distinct handwriting was a short note preceded by a small poem.
~~~
in a field fore the wood, there is a shallow grave
And within lies a man, who would not behave
He clawed and he screamed, using up all the air
Yet mewl as he did, there was no one there…

Raided his house on the way home. He had Some food so i took it and guess what? He had a pet pig. An adorably chunky porker. I butchered it, wrapped it, and put it in a salt barrel in the cellar, you enjoy that Boy, you've been working hard.

Ps. The porker actually mewled
LESS Than the man. Hahahaha

~~~
Yinson Was caught between a smile and a grimace, thus he chose instead his trademark grin. You crazy bastard he mumbled as he put the letter in the wood stove to burn up on the still Crackling embers from breakfast. He let himself chuckle a bit at the Thought of that pitiful murderer mewling. The man had covered up a lot of his crimes and without evidence, plus his local favor, the man was seemingly untouchable…at least to the law enforcement. Yinson had asked Legion to investigate the man and confirm or deny his guilt in his sunset letter. I suppose that is confirmation in a way. He thought to himself finishing his last bite.

he quickly handled the dishes before taking his belt, the blades still attached to it and carried them back upstairs to dress himself. He did just that, dressing in his dark leathers, strapping on his belt, donning his cloak and cowl, and Pulling his bed down from its position folded against the wall, back over the Stone circle in his room. Lastly he would fix his broach displaying his rank and douse the stove before leaving his home and locking the door behind him. “I wonder what the day holds for me?” He mused, aloud for the first time. Hopefully He would be doing good work today, yet he somehow doubted he would be so lucky. Pulling his cowl down he would slip into the crowded roads to the gate. Clinging to the edges of the crowd so that he could flash his Broach to the guard without inviting unwanted attention.

(open for interaction.)
 
Shikari Khavan
  • Location: A barn (Shep’s barn)
  • With: Shepherd and his parents.
  • Wearing: [x]
  • General status: Injured.
Shepherd lit up with excitement when Shikari mentioned the canyon. Shikari considered indulging the other teenager in some stories but the look on Mae’s face made him decide to wait. He was relieved when Shepherd offered to stay in the loft with him for the night. It was cold, but he would be fine so long as he had the blanket. Speaking of which, he gave Mae a small smile of appreciation when she tucked him back into the blanket all snug.

In the few minutes that he was alone, Shikari set about organizing his items and packing them up. He was very diligent about keeping his tools and equipment well-cared for. Shikari untied the leather pouch from his waist and returned his medical supplies to it. He then set the pouch next to him in the hay. A sigh escaped his lips and he ran his hands over his eyes a few times. He was absolutely exhausted, but sleep would not come easy tonight. There was too much to worry about. Was Vyrik ok? Where was he now?

Mae returned shortly with the tea and Shikari sipped it eagerly. He was starving and so thirsty. There was a sharp inhale as the warmth of the liquid shocked him at first.

“Ooo~ that is nice. Erm, earthy? It tastes like plants?” The Hawklings had hot beverages brewed from plants, but they had a different name for them.

“Willow tea-“ he said quietly, almost in a whisper. “Willow tea. Tea...” The word felt strange and simple on his tongue.

Shikari felt comfortable with Mae around, and he seemed to be enjoying her gentle company. “This is very good. We have drinks made from plants in my homeland. Asera Desert is... was my home. So very far away and so hot.”

Shikari raised an eyebrow and a small smirk came to his face. “Hot hot hot, not cold like Mirim. So cold. I do not like the cold.” His smirk turned to a frown. “The erm, white rain bit my feet and hands.” Shikari had both hands clasped around the cup as he enjoyed its warmth.

“Your family is very kind. Teeabo, thank you for helping me.”
 
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Elena Arturo
Location: Kalihina Center
Interacting: Nobody​

Elena had gone over the protocols at least a dozen times already. Some would say that she fret too much; that she didn't need to worry. Perhaps they were right—this was Kalihina Center, and the district was known for its safety. She remembered overhearing other guards bemoan their stations here; "not enough action," or "too much standing around." As she stood firm as a stick, glancing around the passersby on the road, the sights seemed to affirm all of it as fact...

She couldn't understand how they lacked much sense of awareness, especially not too long since the Otherfolk were banned from Mirim. Good start as it was, Elena was sure some aggravated stragglers would do their best to remain. As long as they were in her city, nobody was safe. Not her peers, not her sister.

"Rookie!"

Elena whipped her head towards the familiar voice of her higher-up: another guard she got acquainted with after being stationed in Kalihina. "Yes, sir?"

For a moment, he was stunned by the formal stance and tone of hers. With a lighthearted sigh, he muttered, "Newbies..." He patted Elena's shoulder and she awkwardly eyed the hand. "Shift's up. You go on patrol, now. You remember the route?"

She eagerly nodded. "I walked it five times the day before I was stationed here..."

The man laughed, waving her away as she set off.

Elena took a breath as she walked into the crowds. Despite all the nagging and assurances, she couldn't help the nerves running through her brain. She still felt out of place with the guard outfit and the sword holstered at her side—the feeling of being the authority hadn't set in either. For now, she wandered around Kalihina, keeping a keen eye out for trouble or anything noteworthy.
 
Esma Arturo
Location: Vardi Hill, Rooftop
Interacting: Nobody
The wind grazed against her exposed skin. Soft bits of fabric from her scantily costume brushing along herself as she moved every inch; flew and embraced the freeing yet fleeting feelings that came with the movements. A small crowd gathered around the small wooden stage, the one known to belong to the Arturos—more specifically, Esma. There was elegance to her moves, yet no purpose other than the pleasure. Spurred by the passing applause, the decorated Azure Aeris bounced around the stage, running her hands across her hair, the jewelry, and her showing skin.

Then she slowed, and the dance ended.

Her usual crowd cheered with delight, and the young girl politely waved as she retreated off the stage. A few viewers kindly left money at the back, to which she gratefully picked up. Admittedly, Esma felt a little guilty; she'd been dancing long before a need for money arose, so suddenly making earnings from showing off her passion felt peculiar... but any income was good. Especially with what she ran unbeknownst to Elena...

But now Esma had a butt load of free time, and she'd already done her dance. There was nothing to do if she simply returned home, which left few options. Esma smirked to herself, remembering one certain place she enjoyed basking at.

Still in her dancer's outfit, Esma darted off in her home district that she knew like the back of her hand. A short walk away was a tall building, just barely looking over Vardi Hill and around Mirim itself. Its occupants never seemed to notice a certain person hopping around to reach their roof.

Putting her nimbleness to use, Esma swiftly climbed up the walls and floors, finding foot holdings and ledges in places that weren't noticeable in a moment's glance. A few from the crowd saw her climb, but didn't bother to call her out on it. Soon enough, the dancer made it up to the roof, spreading her arms out to feel the natural air. Esma breathed in, sitting down with her legs dangling over the edge. She stared longingly out at the skies... Esma began a light, almost angelic hum. "In the beginning, high above the senses, there forever is the word... Oh rich treasure, where forever the beginning gave birth to the beginning..."
 

Shepherd

Location: Shep’s farm (hay loft)
With: Shikari & Connie


The bark infusion tea was palatable, thanks to an addition of honey and lemon, otherwise it had a slightly bitter (aspirin-like) aftertaste. It would soon help numb any pain that the Hawkling may have felt.

Mae softly chuckled at Shikari’s review and rehearsal of the word ‘tea’. “You’re welcome Sweetheart. If you’re cold I’ll find you something warmer to wear.” Shikari didn’t look much bigger than Shep, and he had plenty of clothes to spare. She’d just have to make some alterations at the back - for obvious reasons.

“It’s called snow.” Shepherd said as he climbed the top of the loft ladder. He had Connie the collie dog tucked under one arm. “It’s not always this cold in Mirim, just in the wintertime.” He informed with a smile as he put his dog down. Connie cautiously approached and sniffed at the blanket covered stranger.

“I should go catch up with your Father.” Mae said. She wouldn’t get a word in edgewise now that Shepherd was back anyway. “I’ll leave you the lantern… and don’t keep him up all night. He needs rest.” The woman warned before saying her goodbyes and leaving to go find her husband.

“So you came from the North… what was The Canyon like, and… why did you come to Mirim?” Shepherd asked as he sat down on the straw covered planks. “It’s not really the safest place for Otherfolk.”
 
Aurora
Location:
Castle - Outside Emory's room about to head back to her's.
Status: Slightly annoyed
Mentions: tityanya tityanya (Emory) viloxii viloxii (Oksana)
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It was now morning and Aurora was slowly waking up after a good night's sleep. She sat up and stretched out her arms and then looked over at Artemis. "Morning," She said to him. Just as she was about to get out of bed a maid came. "Good morning your highness I just came to ask what you would like for breakfast." Aurora thought for a moment then suddenly she smiled. "Make me my usual but! Bring it to my brother's room I think I'll have breakfast with him this morning." Aurora got out of bed and went straight to her closet. "Yes your highness, I'll send someone to help you get ready this morning." After she was all dressed and cleaned up. She imdedtly left her room and went straight to Emory's and to her annoyance, the guards followed her. "I can't even go to my brother's room without be followed." Aurora mumbled to herself. Once she reached his room she knocked on the door. "Brother? It's me Aurora I've decided to have breakfast with you are up?......Emory?" She waited but still no response. "Is he still asleep?" She opened the door and peeked and there was nobody there. "That's odd....it's early.....maybe he had business with father.....?" She said to herself. She walked into his room and looked around. "Figures...." As she contemplating on what to do next she heard the guards talking. "Heh maybe he snuck off to that princess's room." The other guard chuckled. Annoyance rose in Aurora and walked up to her guards. "I appreciate if you wouldn't gossip behind my back and besides my brother wouldn't do that something that improper and on top of that he's still getting over....Anyway there will be no talk about my brother like that." The guards fell silent. Just then a maid appeared with breakfast. "Well looks like brother isn't here. Just take it to my room." Aurora said to the maid.
 
Shikari Khavan
  • Location: A barn (Shep’s barn)
  • With: Shepherd and his parents.
  • Wearing: [x]
  • General status: Injured.
Shikari was just as cautious of Connie as she was of him. He loved dogs. There were many in his village. However, the ones he had run across so far tonight had been less than pleasant. Obviously Shepherd wouldn’t bring a vicious dog to the Hawkling and Shikari knew that. Even so, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

After Connie gave him a sniff he relaxed, and even smiled a little. She was certainly a very beautiful dog and he had never seen one like her before. All of the dogs in his homeland had fur the color of sand and their coats were coarse in texture. Connie looked so soft and silky.

Shikari watched as Mae took her leave. He took another big sip of the willow tea. The honey and lemon was a nice mix. It didn’t take long for Shepherd to pipe back up with questions. It seemed that Shikari’s new companion loved to talk, but that didn’t bother him. Conversation was a nice distraction from everything that was going on.

The hawkling was silent for a moment as he thought the questions over. “The canyon was... big.” He gestured the size with his hands. “The sides go all the way up up up. We climbed and climbed... and climbed. It took so long. It was too dangerous to fly. We stayed hidden in fog on the stone ledges. There was bad water at the bottom. There were frightening animals too. We didn’t have to fight any animals in the canyon though. We are good at hiding. There is war in our homeland, so we know how to hide and survive.”

”There were itchy plants too, and some plants were very bad but we did not touch them or eat them. After we climbed the canyon we went in the caves. They were dark but my friend Vyrik can see in the dark and he stayed in front. The caves opened to the forest. It’s so cold there in the forest though,” he shivered at the thought of it. Shikari was very thankful for the blanket, tea, and lamp.

“My friend wanted to come here. I was worried about him traveling alone and I don’t have anything back home... so I came with him.”
 
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Shepherd
Location: Hay loft
With: Shikari


“This is Connie. Don’t worry, she’s soft as a brush.” Shepherd mentioned when he noticed Shikari looking worried. Connie was a very calm dog. After checking the Hawkling out, she curled up to sleep in the hay beside him.

“A war… seems like everybody is fighting right now, huh.” Shepherd shared a sad smile with Shikari.

“So, your friend Vyrik, is he like you?” The teen asked, leaning slightly to look at the feathers on Shikari’s back. “I’ve never met anyone with wings before. Does everyone in the desert have them?”
 

Emory Visconti
I am here: Castle
With: Oksana
Wearing: outfit

Emory nodded as Princess Oksana told him that she liked horrors too, as well as adventures. “What is your favorite horror novel?” Emory asked. Maybe he would have already read it, and they could talk about it together. Or, he could find something new to read. “Adventures are fun as well, although I haven’t read as many of those,” he added after a moment.

Emory’s Jacket fell down from Princess Oksana’s shoulders. She seemed to notice his reaction, and gave him the jacket back. He took it, slipping the book back into its pocket, and donned the jacket. He reached into the pocket and pulled out two pieces of candy absent-mindedly. He pulled the wrapper off one and popped it into his mouth, and held the other out to Princess Oksana for her to take or deny.

It was then that Princess Oksana revealed that she was writing her own book, a personal tale. Her face lit up with excitement at the idea, and Emory smiled. Her excitement was a little infectious. “Oh?” Emory asked. “Could you tell me a little about it, or would it ruin the surprise?”
 
Princess Oksana

I Am Here:
With: Emory (In Room) &
Aurora (Not in Room)

Oksana was at loss for words. She wasn’t really sure which one was her favorite as she hadn’t had the opportunity to finish one, with all her duties. Oksana’s father had her studying so much that she hadn’t the time to actually finish more than half a book. She would pick one up, and unable to finish it, she would start another months later.

“I actually haven’t had the time to finish a single book in my life. So I think it’s safe to say I don’t have a favorite. Yet, at least.” Oksana was honest with Emory. She was quite embarrassed that she couldn’t say she had ever finished a novel.

Oksana watched as Emory pulled out two pieces of candy. She saw him put one in his mouth and reached the other one to her. Oksana took the candy graciously with a small smile on her lips as she placed it in her mouth.

“Thank you.” She said sweetly, trying her best to grateful while also keeping her mouth shut as she chewed. Chewing on the candy, Oksana heard Emory’s interest in the book she was writing.

“Well that depends, what do you enjoy more? A finished work? Or a work in its development? I’m not opposed to sharing.” Oksana replied gently.



 
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SOL
Apollo - God Complex [comic]
Edge of Garwood | Veronica, Vyrik & a horse | Disappointed


The longer she lingered in his presence, the clearer it became that he was no automaton or golem animated by some dark magic or geomagnetic forces. Although he barely moved but to incline his head with a slight tilt, it was more than apparent that his movements were fluid, almost graceful, as he released the reins into her care. He controlled his motions well, gazing at her with an almost gentlemanly dignity as he clasped a wrist behind his back, allowing her the space to contemplate his offer and appraise the necessities of her predicament.

“Why?” He whirred softly, and added a hum to give pause before his response. “There are so few of us left in this land.” The stranger’s voice mellowed with a hint of regret. “Do you detest my interference?”

There was nothing he could do about it if she was wary of him; all living beings had a sense of self-preservation – till it was weighed against the benefits of reproduction. He would have liked if they could become friends, or if that was too much to ask, to at least be friendly with one another, but perhaps he should be content that she hadn’t outright attacked him at all. Concessions had to be given, he reminded himself, especially when dealing with strays and ferals.

“This entity you now carry. Care for it well. It is far more valuable than you know.”
 


I am here: The castle
With: Princess Aurora, guards


Stefan had woken up in a horrible mood. A black, all-consuming anger that made every small detail agonizingly unbearable. The servants had steeped his morning tea a little too long. There wasn’t enough seasoning on his breakfast. The maid’s voice was far too shrill to listen to. Stefan shooed everyone away, ordering them not to bother him until lunchtime. He sat down at his office desk, trying to read an obscure manuscript about trade between Orwellia and Mirim three hundred years ago, but the tiny words seemed to just swim off the page. He couldn’t keep a hold of them. If he didn’t adore books so, he would have swept the desk of everything and knocked it on its side.

Instead, he took a deep breath, pinching his nose. His hair fell annoyingly in his face, and he blew it away. Sometimes he wondered why he even kept it so long. It was far easier to just sheer it short. It wouldn’t get in the way of his reading, then. But no. His hair was one of his best features. He couldn’t just chop it all off. How the lords and ladies of Mirim would cry the day he came to a party freshly shorn.

With a dramatic sigh, Stefan flipped his book closed. Nothing was going to happen today. He needed someone to take his anger out on. His own servants weren’t really an option. When he was in a better mood, he would regret it. They already gave him strange looks after he destroyed his room after finding out about Alicia. Hmm, there was an idea.

Stefan donned appropriate clothes for the day, and stormed out of the Bellcomb household. A guard followed an appropriate distance behind, but just his sheer presence was enough to give Stefan a headache. He wanted to be alone to wreak havoc on the castle. A guard would report back to the other servants, and to his father about what he had done.

Stefan reached the castle gates, and waited for the guard to catch up. “You can wait here, I will be fine inside the castle,” Stefan’s tone left no room for argument, not without a blowup, so the guard nodded. “Yes, Lord Bellcomb.”

Stefan stalked into the castle, roaming the hallways. He was looking for one person in particular: Emory Visconti. Stefan often abused his status as grieving brother to roam the halls unattended, pretending he was looking for Emory to commiserate in misery. But no, today he wanted someone to take his anger out on. Yet as he approached Prince Emory’s room, he heard the sound of guards speaking: “Heh, maybe he snuck off to that princess’ room.”

Stefan saw red. He barely heard the words of Princess Aurora telling the guards off that that was inappropriate. Oh, so they had said that in earshot of the Princess, as well? Stefan whirled down the hallway, a bright storm cloud as he came across the guards. “How dare you,” he hissed. He wasn’t mad at the insinuation that Emory was off in another room with some other Princess–he sincerely doubted Emory would ever fall that low. No, he was mad that they dared forget that Alicia had ever existed.

“To say Prince Emory is off cavorting with some foreign princess after our Princess Alicia died…the two of you make me sick. And you, dear sister,” Stefan said, turning his fiery gaze towards Princess Aurora. “Can you not even speak her name? Is the castle so quick to forget her loss?” his voice was getting shrill now, carrying through the hallways. His anger was so intense that words were becoming hard to form. Was it a good idea after all to come to the castle? His face was red and his hands were clenched in shaky fists. It was taking all he had in him not to throw a punch at the stupid guard’s stupid face.

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𝐸𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝒱𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾
I am here: Castle
With: Oksana
Wearing: outfit

Emory’s question about Oksana’s favorite book seemed to throw the Princess off. She stared at him blankly for a moment as she thought. Maybe she had read so many that she didn’t have a favorite? But the answer was different from what Emory expected: she hadn’t been able to finish a single book in her life. She had looked askance as she answered, clearly embarrassed by this fact. Emory’s eyes widened, surprised. “Not a single one? Truely?” There was no judgment in his tone, purely amazement. “Well, while you’re here, you should try and find the time to finish at least one. The library is well stocked with all manner of books. I’m sure you can find one worthy of being the first book you finish to the end,” Emory suggested.

He handed Princess Oksana a piece of candy, a smile on her face. Emory smiled politely back. Candy always seemed to make everyone happier. Well, everyone but his father. He had remembered offering a piece of candy to his father once during a meeting, and the King looked at him like he had grown a second head. But, at the very least, it had kept the King from leaping across the table and strangling the nobleman who had drawn his ire.

Emory smirked at the memory as Princess Oksana asked if he preferred an ended story, or a story in progress. “Well, every story is just a story in progress until you finish reading it. Every book you’ve ever read Is still just a story in progress,” Emory teased. “That is to say, I don’t mind an unfinished story. As long as it gets finished in the end, who cares how long it takes to read it?”
 

𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖆 𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖓𝖔𝖎𝖗𝖊

I am here: The forest
With: Sol, Vyrik
Form: Dark

The golden man tilted his head at Veronica, handing the reins over to her and putting one arm behind his back. A movement, Veronica recognized, that was made to put her at ease. He took on a gentlemanly like air, fluid and graceful movements as he contemplated her question. What…was he? Veronica had seen golems before. He was clearly not one. Too..intelligent. Too ready to respond to her fears and soothe them. No golem she had met was able to respond to the “human” emotion quite so…well.

”There are so few of us left in this land.” His voice had a tone of regret in it. Veronica relaxed a smidgen, nearly imperceptible. He head tilted to the side, confused, as he asked if she detested her interference. “Detest is a strong word. If there’s anything I have learned over the past six months, it is that we are alone in this world. We can’t even rely on each other for help. Some will turn us in just to extend their small privileges in this world. So I don’t detest your interference, no. I’m suspicious of it,” Veronica answered honestly.

The golden man’s attention turned towards the shifter in Veronica’s arms. He was…more valuable that Veronica knew? Well, she didn’t really know what he was, so she wasn’t horribly surprised at that information. That’s why he cares. I have some rare creature in my possession. satisfied that she at last had the answer, Veronica completely relaxed and took the reins of the horse. “What is he, if you could tell me? That way I know what I’m in for for keeping him protected and healthy,” Veronica asked.




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Princess Oksana
I am here: Castle
With: Emory &
Aurora (Not in Room)

Oksana appreciated the information that she had just received from Emory. Excitement swelled in her heart. A library? And with all this time on her hands. It was a perfect opportunity to relax and finally finish a book.


The candy melted into liquid in Oksana’s mouth as she finished it. Listening to Emory’s interest in her book, Oksana gave in and forgot her shyness. She arose from her seat, and strolled towards the same desk from which she had retrieved the flower she gave to Emory.

Opening the drawer, she grabbed a stack of thin, slightly crinkled parchment. “My father forbade me from sharing this terrible thing that happened to me in my youth. But it’s almost eating away at me everyday. I want the people to know. We don’t know where this man is and I feel as if people might be in danger. It’s more of a warning of sorts rather than a story. And perhaps a way of sharing with others who have been hurt that they are not alone. I-“ She began to ramble nervously.

A clamor was heard from the halls outside. Naturally, Oksana wanted to know what was going on. Not to be nosy, but just in case she could prevent harm from happening to anyone. Especially since she could have SWORN that she had heard the voice of Emory’s sweet little sister in the hall. Oksana didn’t recognize the voice. What if Aurora was in danger?

Oksana almost shoved the papers into Emory’s hand and she bolted towards the door, clothes still mildly damp. She peered out through a crack in the door and saw Stefan reprimanding Aurora. A sense of protectiveness filled within Oksana‘s heart.

She barely knew Aurora, but she seemed so sweet and couldn’t stand her being victim to whatever this man’s major malfunction was. “Ser, I suggest you leave here. How dare you speak to her with such contempt and tone.” Oksana reprimanded this strange man, not knowing who he was.
 
Shikari Khavan
  • Location: A barn (Shep’s barn)
  • With: Shepherd and his parents.
  • Wearing: [x]
  • General status: Injured.
Shikari watched Connie quietly as Shepherd spoke fondly of the dog. The hawkling thought she was quite beautiful, and she did indeed look very soft. A silence fell between them after Shepherd asked a few questions. Shikari wasn't sure how to answer them. He felt his voice knotting up in his throat. This was a common occurrence for the teen. He would lose his voice in social situations, rendering himself unable to speak. The thought of the war back home caused his anxiety to flare a bit and it took him a moment to swallow it all down so that he could answer Shepherd.

"The war started years before I was born," he managed in a choked voice. Goodness, it sure was difficult for him to get any words out at the moment. He kept his golden eyes glued on Connie. "Vyrik is not like me at all. He's a bird, yes, but he's not like me.. He's strong, fast, and far more brave than I am. He's also better at talking to people. I'm not so good at that," he said as he gave Shepherd a sheepish look.

"Not everyone in the desert has wings. There are many sorts of folks who live in that region. There are hawklings, like myself. There is also Vyrik, he is a bird... although not like us. Then there are the Eagles, they are our enemy. They have larger bird forms and are very frightening." A shiver ran up his spine and he tugged the blanket tighter around his shoulders. "Many of us have lost our families due to the eagles. Friends too."

His brows furrowed at the thought of it all and he decided to direct a question at Shepherd. "What are you? You look like a human but your ears are pointed, much more so than my own."
 
Yinson Castor

Location: Kalihina center
With: Approaching Elena Arturo ( AriAriAbabwa AriAriAbabwa )
Status: Still En route to Castle


As was expected Yinson made it through the gate with no trouble. His captains rank had the men waving him through with a stiffer spine than most. With a polite incline of his head he set the men at ease and continued his path down the road between Mud bay & East end, crossing the intersection into Kalihina Center. As per usual the Center seemed to be bustling with activity though nothing of much note. Granted the guards positioned there probably helped with that, no one wanted to be arrested, and resisting it would likely just get a man killed which again no one wanted. Speaking of the guards he spotted those who were on Stationary posts, and it only took a few more moments to find the patrolling guards, after all he did know the routes they would take, he had been walking them himself not five years ago.

Eventually his gaze settled upon the rookie girl Elena Arturo. He remembered the attractive young woman training in basic while he visited to discuss deployments with the Drill sergeants. It wasnt her looks that had made her stand out however, what drew his eye was her dedication. What kept his eye was his other side. Upon realizing that Yinson was seemingly interested in the girl, Legion had decided to take a look of his own. The demon saw her soul in a way Yinson had always envied, the ability to simply judge a persons character with but a glance was certainly one that would make his day job easier. Regardless what the demon saw impressed Yinson, she was a good woman, A caring figure standing strong for those she loved. A rarity in the world, rare enough for Yinson to keep his distance lest he accidentally incriminate her when his other life inevitably became revealed. He wasnt so arrogant as to think he could remain hidden forever. Hell he had plans for the inevitable eventuality occuring.

When she had finished the first turn in her shift he would approach making a point to let his footfalls be heard and just in case it wasnt he cleared his throat. “Hello officer Arturo. A good day for patrol work is it not?” He said clearly but with an odd detatchment reserved for those who have seen the darker sides of the world, and a tone recognizable to those who themselves had seen it. “I am on the way to the palace now to find out what my days work will entail. If you would care to accompany me, i can speak with your supervisor. Have you ever been inside the palace?” His tone did not change but he lowered his hood as he spoke so as to attempt to disperse any suggestions of wickedness.
 
Aurora
Location:
Castle - Outside Emory's room
Status: Worried about Stefan and a little happy at the prospect of having some company.
Interactions: tityanya tityanya (Stefan) viloxii viloxii (Oksana)
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Aurora was bit startled when she suddenly heard Stefan's voice. She hadn't realize he was there so it was quite out of the blue. Aurora watched as Stefan went off on the guards. She was then taken a bit aback when he his fiery gaze had turn towards her.

“Can you not even speak her name? Is the castle so quick to forget her loss?”

Aurora eyes widen at that and she had panic look on her face. "No no no no no." She said quickly. Before she could finish Princess Oksana had appeared and reprimanded Stefan. Aurora stood there slightly stunned she was happy that Oksana came out to defend her but, Stefan was already so furious to the point his face had gone red and she wasn't sure just how he would react. Plus she knew he didn't mean any harm. She walked up to Oksana. "Oh no it's fine Princess Oksana thank you. He's just upset at the moment he didn't mean any harm. Thank you again for your concern though." She smiled at Oksana brightly. Then turned to Stefan and grabbed his hands which were balled fists now. "I didn't mean any offense its just that I usually try to avoid her name as to not upset my brother." She thought for moment then gave him a calming smile. "Hey why don't you have breakfast me. I'll have them fix anything you want. I'll even have some fresh tea made. And we can talk about whatever you want." And in turn she could have some company. Plus he really needed a distraction. The loss of Alicia was hard on everyone even Aurora but it affected her brother and Stefan in a much bigger way then she could even imagen. "Well? Will you accept my offer?" She glanced over at Oksana then back at Stefan. She really hoped this would calm things down. The only thing that could make this situation more awkward was if her brother was some how in Oksana's room and came walking out but luckily that wasn't going to happen.....right? For a split second Aurora couldn't help glance towards Oksana's room. She really hoped she was right cause if her brother were to walk out of Oksana's room with Stefan here.........she honestly could see a fight breaking out.
 
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Apollo - God Complex [comic]
Edge of Garwood | Veronica, Vyrik & a horse | Disappointed


“I assure you, I am a man of my word, and I mean every word I say. One day, I hope I will have the opportunity to prove that to you.”

There was a moment of contemplation, of longing, then the desire was quelled and the being shook his head dejectedly. “I would love to regale you on the tales I have catalogued. Alas, we have not the luxury of time nor safety. The corpses of the guards have been found and I’m certain their delay in reporting has resulted in the despatch of their replacements.”

He nodded in the direction away from whence he came.

“You must leave post-haste. Use the mount for yours and that entity’s nourishment when you have placed sufficient distance in-between; but do not use it to pass a guard post.” He gestured to the fresh burns on its neck, already swelling to blistered welts. “A lawfully discharged horse would bear a different brand.”

“Perhaps we shall meet again, under better circumstances. Safe travel, my dear.”
He turned, signalling that their conversation had come to its conclusion.
 
Shepherd
Location: Hay Loft
With: Shikari, Connie.


“That’s ok. I’m sure you have your own strengths.” Shepherd encouraged after the Shikari compared himself to his missing friend.

He gave the Hawkling a sympathetic look as he struggled to talk about the war. The topic was was clearly a sensitive and painful subject.

“I’m sorry.” Shepherd said as Shikari talked about losing friends and family. He’d been lucky not to have experienced loss, but he did worry about such things - especially after the past few months.

“Me? Er… not entirely sure. Elf we think- well, half-elf, so… kinda human... kinda not?” Shepherd rambled. He’d never been asked that question before, and he only had excuses prepared for if somebody did ask.

Even before the King exiled Otherfolk, his parents had taught him to be careful. As far as anyone knew, Shepherd was human. He simply put a hat on and nobody suspected otherwise.

“I can see in the dark… and my hearing’s pretty good.” He tried to think of some of the traits that set him apart from his human guardians. “I’m quick on my feet too… which is handy for dodging the rams. They like to headbutt me sometimes.” He laughed and rolled his eyes in a fond manner.

“Will you go looking for Vyrik tomorrow?” Shepherd said as he made himself comfortable in the straw. “I… I could help you if you like? I know my way around, and I’m not afraid to talk to people.” Quite the opposite in fact.
 
Shikari Khavan
  • Location: A barn (Shep’s barn)
  • With: Shepherd and Connie.
  • Wearing: [x]
  • General status: Injured.
"An elf? I have heard of elves from travelers, but I have never seen one myself. I'm not sure if there are many in the North. I have heard there are some in Eastwind. That's where I would like to see someday. I want to see their horses." He lit up a bit as he spoke of the horses. Shikari loved the animals dearly but he had never had one of his own. His father had one, but Shikari was not permitted to ride it. "I was saving to trade for my own, but then I left home. Vyrik had a nice horse, which I rode sometimes."

"The rams sound interesting. I would love to see one." Headbutting rams made Shikari think of the goats and yales from his desert homeland. They could be very testy creatures during the rutting season. He had watched his friend get chased by a male yale once and the memory caused him to smile.

When Shepherd asked if he would look for Vyrik tomorrow the Hawkling was quick to nod. "Oh yes. He is very unwell. He has been sick and weak for some time. I don't know if he will be ok without me. I'm afraid something will happen to him in the forest. Hopefully he gets out of there tonight. Normally he is very strong, but he has been faced with many challenges lately." Shikari paused for a moment and then continued, "Your help would be good, yes. If it is ok for you to come with me. People may not be so suspicious of me if I am with you..."

His words trailed for a moment and then he went silent as a realization struck him.

"The dogs. What did you and your father do with them? What if the other dogs follow a smell trail?"
 

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