Fantasy {Private RP | Closed | Prequel} Demon's Broken Promise

[Nothingness]

It all began deep in the dark depths of Hell; where it was believed that all demons ruled supreme and the only ones who suffered were the souls of humans who were damned to remain in Hell for all eternity. Little did many know, even demons within Hell had suffered depending on where their rank was placed; many were either torturers whose job was exactly as their name depicted while others even had ordinary families who attempted to live their lives as peaceful as they possibly could even if they were forced to suffer the pains of Hell every so often. There were even nobles there who had nothing to do with the Seven Princes yet they were luckily protected due to their own nobility in one way or another. In the end, no matter who or what you were in the underworld; you were treated just the same unless your position was high enough to keep you from the sufferings slightly.

Eventually, a large group of demons had begun devising a plan to finally leave the underworld to escape the grasp of the Princes and head straight for the human realm where it was rumored to believe that it was a sort of paradise there compared to Hell. Although it took centuries just to build up this plan to find the right time that the large group of demons could all leave at once without the sight of the Princes catching them, the day that the plan was put into motion for everyone to leave; even if many hadn't survived the escape, many others had been able to leave successfully.
Once everyone had been able to leave the underworld and came to the human realm, just as the stories told; the world above ground truly was a paradise as the sun actually shined down onto them giving them the warmth of the human world. Of course, with being out of the grasp of the Seven Princes; this also meant everyone needed disguises to make themselves look like humans to avoid the eyes of humans but as well as demon spies who worked for the Seven Princes to bring back those who escaped.

Life was honestly perfect for quite some time as many came to grow used to the nature of how life was with humans in this new world. However, it only lasted for so long before something strange seemed to happen to humans; people started to call it 'religion', soon enough after the so-called 'religion' started to spread to one human after another; demons who decided not to change their form to appear more human and lived their lives around other humans began to become shunned and even feared. It was only a matter of time that demons were soon enough hated and began to be even killed one after another.
To avoid the same outcome of which happened in Hell, four particular demons decided to band together and gather up every other demon to lead them to a place of safety. Leaving civilization far behind them, the four demons brought everyone to a secluded large area before the construction of a massive city was started that soon became known as 'Haven'. This place was built to protect demons, and humans alike who wished for the two races to live together in harmony as they once did while fending off threats of demons who follow the Seven Princes or even demon hunters that the humans began forming.


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[Andraus]

~Neutral Zone/Bloody Moon District Edge~

This was it- Today was the day.

After several years of tedious, tireless, and altogether back-breaking work, Sindisia had finally managed to finish her greatest achievement yet- The Haven City Fusion Reactor. In truth, she had been trying for the last two decades to achieve the level she had now, but always had setback after setback. It was only with the help of the Draca-King family, they managed to acquire the rights of a nearby Uranium Mine, allowing them an ample fuel source. The Reactor would only be connected to the Neutral Zone and Bloody Moon districts for now, but it's expected that, within the next decade, it will be connected wide-spread throughout Haven City, so long as it is properly maintained.

The Reactor did more than just provide clean energy, it also provides jobs- Constant maintenance and protection of the reactor would provide jobs for thousands n the Neutral Zone, allowing Sinidisia and Tristan to put a dent in poverty and allow money to flood back into the district. It was something she had promised to Omylia years ago, and though (Princes bless her soul) she had passed on, Cinder would not betray her promise to her. Though she was a very pragmatic person, she was thankfully she could be pragmatic AND caring at the same time.

The Two were often not mutually exclusive.

Typing in commands on the computer, she'd stare towards the Observation room, before bowing. "Ladies and Gentlemen present, thank you for joining. For years, I've struggled to produce a sufficient power-source that would dwarf the technological might of Humankind. Today, I show you that not only will we surpass them in skill in battle and magic....but also in intellect. Behold, the Haven City Reactor, brought to life!" She said, as she stepped forward towards the reactor, cracking her fingers as she began pressing down on the key-board.

Lights began blaring, alarms ringing, and she could hear the machines whiz and roar, before Sindisia would place a hand on the reactor core, closing her eyes as she began correcting every mistaken wire, every off-balanced electrical current, and stopping every system failure. The beginning was always the hardest, but keeping it running? All you needed was constant maintenance and fuel. As Sindisia moved her hand, she gave a satisfied smirk as she saw the bright blue beam shoot down into the floor. The reactor was live! They were connected!

They had succeeded where Humanity had failed....Sindisia took a quiet sense of pride in that.

She would then look towards the observation room, hearing the clapping as the reactor roared with life, before bowing. "I did not accomplish this feat alone- My colleges in the other clans, as well as the Draca-King family, aided me in the construction of this wondrous machine, that shall become the blast furnace forging a new rail and shooting us towards a new horizon. As we dart to the future, with heads held high and grasping at the starts above, let us not forgive the chains that bind us all- Alone, we are weak, stumbled, and easily cowed like cattle. Together, there is nothing that we cannot achieve in this world. " She said, before stepping out of the room.

She'd likely have to meet with the other clans, to discuss the possibilities this new peace of technology could open, and she wanted to get a head start. She wanted to make sure Tristan knew her debt to him and Omylia was squared away, that she had fulfilled her end of the bargain, and now it was up to him to do the same. She also wished to see Fiazah and continue their itinerary and offer the girl a scholarship to one of the Bloody Moon schools. She had a natural affinity for absorbing knowledge, and she make a fine leader someday, so Sindisia wanted to cultivate that talent.

Placing on her casual outfit, she began walking the streets, towards the Neutral Zone. If the Clan Leaders needed her, she'd get a call. If not, she'd likely walk straight to Tristan's home.

 

[Nothingness]

• Celeus De Angulis
• Avaddon De Angulis

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  Celeus De Angulis
  
  With one clash after another, the sounds of metal hitting one another would echo throughout the forest right outside of the city of Haven. With each clash of the two weapons hitting one another, sparks would fly around the dry and thick trees of the forest as well as hitting the ground that was littered in dried up leaves as well as small bits of snow. Even with the darkness of nightfall fallen over the city and land, everytime the sparks of the two weapons clashing; it would cause a sudden flash of light through the sparks for a mere moment. "Come now! What are you doing Avaddon?! You're not releasing your full potential, if you ever want to protect me...let alone ever protect the city; you need to let go of that fear you have of your power!" Shouting back towards a young dark haired male was none other than the very Founder of the Black Rose clan over Haven; Celeus, otherwise known as Avaddon's father.
  This was quite the common sight for any of those who ever watched the two battle one another while still within the city, Celeus and his son would always spar with one another ever since the death of Avaddon's mother. He vowed that he would never let his father suffer the same fate as his mother let alone let anyone ever die again in Haven and to do that; he pleaded to train with his father nearly everyday to become stronger. Of course, knowing how his son had felt about the death of his mother since it was his wife after-all; Celeus had agreed to this sparring knowing his son had a hidden strength that was held deep within but yet he never wanted to use it because he feared hurting others more with his power.
  
  Eventually since his son would appear to refuse to awaken or release his inner power, with a single swoop of his blade upwards; Celeus forcibly knocked the sword out of Avaddon's hand just to point the tip of his blade straight towards his son's throat. The expression that laid on Celeus' face was of concern for his son before he had lowered his weapon to end the fight there. "Son, you and I both know you could have made this much more difficult if you released that arm of yours." Obviously enough, as he spoke of the 'arm'; Avaddon immediately reached over with his right hand to grip his wrapped up left arm tightly. His father knew that he didn't want to use the power of the corrupted arm he was cursed with just because he didn't wish to harm others around him as well as having to rely on it each and everytime. However, without the use of it; it made it so that Celeus didn't even have to try whatsoever in the spar anytime.
  
  "Let's go home...we'll train again tomorrow." With those last words, Celeus simply sheathed his own sword to his side before making his way over to pick up his son's sword and handing it to him to sheath away as well. Right after doing so, the white haired founder turned his back to the forest just to begin heading in the direction to head back into the city. Suddenly though, with a single step forward; Celeus halted in the middle of his movement just from sensing some kind of strange energy far into the distance. Turning to his side just to face in the direction that the strange energy was emitting from, it brought a slight bit of concern but yet not enough that he wished to go investigating about.
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  Avaddon De Angulis
  
  After sheathing his weapon as instructed to do by his father, Avaddon had returned his right hand over his wrapped left arm yet again, making sure to squeeze a hold of it tightly at the thought that his father wished for him to embrace the power he held. Being unable to accept the power he had, his own dark gaze soon fell upon his arm as he began to follow closely from behind his father even after his father turned around to stare in the direction of the strange energy that his son could not feel at the moment.
  After finally entering through the gates that lead into the Black Rose section of the section, upon entering the city; the first sight that came to view that was rather unexpected for Avaddon was the sight of all the lights on the streets being on as well as all the citizens roaming through the streets that seemed to have market stands flooded all to the sides of the city streets. Even with the snow still falling all around them, people seemed to ignore the cold weather and simply enjoy the night in such a festive way.
  
  Of course, with being as confused as he was; Celeus had made sure to explain to his son that this was a festival that was being held all over the city as a way to congratulate the Bloody Moon clan for their succession in the creation of the fusion reactor that was now apart of the city's power source.
  Just hearing this, Avaddon was able to fully take a look around the Black Rose clan's section of the city more into detail; noticing as each one of the large lamp posts seemed to hold a banner that have the symbol of the Black Rose's clan on it. Each of the buildings were decorated in different ways although the one thing that each one had in similarity was the fact that they had a slight oriental type look to them.
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[FreddieBee]

• Yasuo
• Fiazah

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  A soft hum escaped the tall figures lips as they peered out the window that stood from floor to ceiling. It was a remarkable view, the entire city spanning beneath him. A winter storm had hit Haven, covering his pride and joy with thick layer of snow. Where he stood was in the top floor of his tower, right in his office. The window he stood at went from wall to wall, giving him not only a beautiful view, but a large one. Though, since it was night time and considering the weather conditions, his view was constrained. Despite that, such a view was of course granted to him because he had the privilege of being one of the four founders of Haven; He was Yasuo of the Serpent's Kiss district.
  
  Hearing the sound of a soft knock followed by his door slide open, he turned on his heel, spinning around to see who the visitor was. A large smile spread across his lips, the person standing before none other than his own flesh and blood; Fiazah. "Fiazah my dear," he spoke up, "What brings you to my office and.." He trailed off, looking the Naga over. "Why so well dressed?" he watched her features twist into confusion, then soon after a sigh of what seemed to be exhaustion escaping from the girl. "Yoru.." She trailed off for a moment, "We have a meeting with Lecarhn today, remember?"
  
  Immediately Yasuo's eyes widened as the memory of the phone call he had not too long ago with the fellow founder. Breathing in an exaggerated inhale, he finally replied "Fuck." The man dashed around his room, grabbing his things and putting on his coat. Running to the nearest mirror, he'd comb his hair and clean up his appearance, zipping up his fly and tightening his belt. Spinning around on his heel to face his daughter once more, he'd look at her with a tooth smile, showcasing his fangs. "Whuddya standing there for lazybones? We'v got a meeting to get to." After Fiazah respond with a grin, he'd rush out past her, running to the elevator and calling it.
  
  Once Fiazah slithered up and joined him in waiting, soon their elevator would arrive and they'd continue there journey to the cab that was waiting outside for them. Fast forward a few minutes, the two were in the car sitting comfortably and staring out the windows. It was cold, and the car's heater still trying to fire up, so everyone within the car could see their own breath. Letting out a sigh, hatting this bitter cold, he'd wrap an arm around his daughter, who was sitting next to him, to try and keep the two of them warm with the body heat they had managed to retain.
  
  Smiling at her, feeling a warm sensation in his heart as he looked at his child. they hadn't always been so close, unfortunately due to his busy schedule and..familial issues. However he wouldn't trade anything in the world for this.
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  Once she felt her father's arm wrapped around her, she caught on to what he was doing. Fiazah snuggled against her dad, softly shivering from the cold. While it wasn't nearly as cold in the car as it was outside, it was still freezing to her, and presumably her father, due to their cold blooded nature. It was only about five minutes before the car started warming up, and despite the heating, the two stayed snuggled up together. She winced slightly though, having to readjust due to the discomfort their snuggling position gave her. Her wound, while it wasn't as severe as it had been previously, was still ever present and causing her pain. Her clothes were loose in order to prevent friction and discomfort, and she wore her silk robes to prevent catching. Soon though the two were nice and comfy once again.
  
  Even if they were on a serious business trip, they still were always playful and loving to a degree during meetings. This was something that Fiazah had to adjust to when she came home- home meaning the tower. their estate was no longer her home, and was never a home. She hadn't received this much affection and care in years, at first it drove her to tears because it was overwhelming. Now however, she ate it up and relished every bit her father gave her. It uplifted her mood and began healing her, emotionally at least.
  
  Lost in thought, she'd eventually snap out of it once her dad told her they had arrived. Carefully sitting up and making her way out of the car- aka slithering about- her underbelly would soon feel the cold crunch of snow beneath it. Wincing at the sheer pain of the sudden cold, she let out a soft groan. Her father was in a human-esque form, so his feet were protected by shoes. She however, was not one to shift into human forms. She enjoyed being a Naga, it was her preferred form, though a part of her cursed herself for not doing so tonight. The cold ice beneath her was bringing her pain, so once her father was ahead of her and making his way up to the building, she'd swiftly follow.
  
  Thankfully, they were soon standing in the lobby, and she was greeted by the beautiful sensation of heating. She was visibly more relaxed and happy, clutching the bag she had brought with her to her chest. At that moment, she'd peak over as a hand was gently placed on her shoulder, the owner of which was her father. He'd smile at her before looking forward. Knowing her dad, he was awaiting to be greeted by the founder. After all, they were in the Raven's Edge territory now, here on business to meet Lecarhn.

 

[Malice Queen]

• Lecarhn
• Ariss

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  The flames lap against his feet as the fiery pit below is kindled and stoked. There's laugher and screams all around him, countless demons crying under their torturer's sadistic actions. His own was just a silhouette against he background of fire. All he could hear was his own screams, throat clamping shut as the smoke of his burning flesh rises to his knees. The more he struggled against the flames the more pain he would feel; he was suspended above the pit by hooks dug into several locations mostly his upper arms and upper back. The flames would die down, his scorched flesh no longer registering the pain...until he began to regenerate. This was hell...his hell, an eternity of torture all because he wanted to do something more with his life than cause pain and suffering to others. Then the torturer stepped forward, the flames had been quelled and with it clarity he could finally gaze upon the demon causing him so much pain...it was Sindisia
  
  Lecarhn would awaken with a jolt as a soft hand caresses his sweat-beaded face, it was Ariss who had always comforted him as he slept. Lately the nightmares have been getting worse, causing the leader to lose sleep some nights. ”It’s almost time for the meeting with Yasuo, love.” Ariss would speak in a soft voice as the bone demon would calm down from his short burst of hysteria. ”Right, right…the meeting.” he would regain his composure and move to dress himself for the occasion.
  
  With a frustrated huff of breath, Lecarhn would gaze in the full-body mirror and preen himself. The dark circles under his eyes would evident but he didn’t look too bad considering his mental and emotional turmoil. What he wore was something simple: A pair of dark slacks, a dark grey dress shirt and a long black winter coat to go with it. Despite the meeting taking place inside, Lecarhn was bothered little by the jacket.
  
  Ariss would accompany Lecarhn down the elevator and into the lobby, a forced yet sincere smile on his obviously tired face as he spotted Yasuo and his daughter in the lobby. ”It’s good to see you, my friend.” Lecarhn would say while extending his hand to shake Yasuo’s. ”I did not realize that you’d bring your daughter with you.”, he continued and turned his attention to Fiazah. A courteous nod of the head and a smile would be in her direction now, followed by a hand shake. ”A pleasure Lady Fiazah…Your father has told me little about you, but I’m glad we have the pleasure of meeting now.” Lecarhn clears his throat and backs away from the two to make introductions. ”This…” he would be interrupted by Ariss, who saw fit to introduce herself. He hadn’t told the others about Ariss about how…intimate they had been or their relationship — no one really knew.
  
  Once the introductions were finished Lecarhn would lead the four into a meeting room — a rather large table sat in the center of the room which was surrounded by several chairs. Lecarhn would shift some chairs about, making room for his lengthy-bodied guests before taking a seat in a chair. Rather than sit at the ‘head of the table’ Lecarhn chose to sit ‘as an equal’ to the founder and his daughter, taking a seat on one of the lengthier sides of the table — which Ariss would follow his example.
  
  There was a thrum of energy that would emirate from the Bloody Moon district, and the subject of this meeting. Sindisia has finally completed her current project and as you know, she intends to make this reactor a power source for all of Haven — provided that the other clans agree., Lecarhn would begin, his eyes focused on either Yasuo or Fiazah as he spoke. ”I for one do not intend on allowing Sindisia to create such reactors in my district, there are many hazards that come with nuclear energy and we’re not even sure if she’s handled such things appropriately.”
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  Ariss would step towards the bed where her beloved lay sleeping, she had kept awake to keep watch and to ensure his dreams were peaceful. Recently, his mind has been plagued with nightmares of hell and the torture that was inflicted on him – not a good thing for a leader to worry about. She wore a long white gown that fit along her form nicely and dragged on the floor. She sat in a chair that was at her beloved’s side, staring at his handsome face and he dreamed. ”How can I tell him?…When should I tell him?…”, these thoughts would plague her mind as she sat in the chair. Her hand would slide down to her stomach, tears forming in her eyes as she watched her love sleep. Lecarhn would stir and cry in his sleep Ariss would rise from the chair, concern in her eyes. ”Darling…Darling, wake up.” she would call softly to him, but his nightmare held fast of his conscious mind. Ariss would then sit next to the bed and touch his cheek softly, causing the male to jolt awake form his nightmare.
  
  ”It’s almost time for the meeting with Yasuo, love.” she would say as she moved herself from the bed and towards the closet to help him select his wardrobe for the evening. It was an odd time for a meeting but given how exhausted Lecarhn had been it was understandable. Once Lecarhn was staring at himself in the mirror, Ariss would come from behind, wrapping her arms lovingly from behind while her head presses against his back. Her eyes shut for just a moment. ”Soon…” she would think to herself, she would tell him soon…but not while he was like this. First the meeting, then the issues with his nightmare, and then…then she would tell him.
  
  The two entered the elevator and once they hit the ground floor Ariss would smile as the exited to find Fiazah and Yasuo waiting in the lobby. Lecarhn began introducing her to Yasuo and Fiazah when she interrupts. ”I’m Ariss, his advisor. It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” she would give a polite curtsey, and a friendly smile to Fiazah. She was so young and beautiful, but the socialization would have to wait for another time – after the meeting perhaps.
  
  The four would enter the meeting room and take a seat, Ariss would sit there quietly, listening to Lecarhn’s small introduction and refraining from speaking unless she felt the need to. Her gaze went to the other people in the room, a calm and analytical look on her face.

FreddieBee Nothingness Cheshire Grin Andraus​

 

[Cheshire Grin]

~*Tristan Grigori Draca*~

Emotional Mood{heavily concealed} - Depressed, indifferent, empty
External Mood - Quiet, neutral and observant
Time of day - Nighttime, snowfall
Location - The Graveyard
Clothes - Armor
Tags - Anyone

The clouds blanketed the sky as the snow fell from the storm. Many took shelter in their homes constructed by their leaders, eating and drinking to keep themselves nice and warm. While everyone sat outside and rest, there was one who didn't do that. He just stood in the large graveyard. He stood in front of one grave, in particular. It was very quiet, nothing much a small breeze making the snow fall with a slight slant to it. The tall being stood atop the grave, staring at the statue he had placed there in honor of the woman who was buried there. He rose his gloved claw hand onto the handcrafted sculpture, the snow caked the stone by the minute.

The silent male moved his hand away as someone started walking up behind him. Heavy hooves crushed the snow underneath them. The horse being, a steed named Amelia, stopped a few feet away from her tall owner, huffing once as she shook her armor covered her head. The man shifted his stance before slowly turning around to face his trusted friend. But many would run in horror once the people turned around and seen the young man was missing his head. The body walked forward and placed a hand on Amelia's head. "Thanks, Amelia." The voice was quiet but strong, firm, but caring. Amelia huffed bobbing her head once as the headless body started walking towards the saddle, his head was sitting right there where he left it. The young man grabbed his head and placed it back on the stump of his neck. With a small twist here and there, his head was on snug.

From there, his identity was returned to him. Tristan Grigori Draca-King, Head of the Draca Family and Financial Advisor to Haven. A large demon Dullahan. The white haired male looked down towards the grave, finally leaning down to wipe the snow away. The snow fell, revealing the name Omylia Draca. While she died in Hell, he had placed her burial on Earth so he could see her whenever he wanted. He bid the grave farewell and mounted Amelia as he led her away. Tristan decided to continue his patrol on his land and Haven, as well as catch up with the news he had heard through one of his pumpkins. Amelia's hooves dug into the snow as her reptile-like tail swayed side to side behind her. Tristan's black cape flapped behind the two, spreading slightly in the breeze as he continued on his way. He started to wonder, what were the others doing.

He remembered about the Fusion Reactor presentation that was today, he knew Sindisia was feeling pretty happy about her success. Omylia would be proud. The snow soaked Tristan walked through the Neutral area before starting to trot through the edges of the Bloody Moon territory. The shadows emerged from his cape, creating feathery looking shadows, making them look like large wings as the cape fan merged and formed a large hood over his head. If any of the founders found out he hadn't been home in the past few weeks and spent his days outside, they might scold him. Of course, this would depend on whoever found him and their mood.

 

[Andraus]

Sindisia was quite furious.

Upon arrival to Tristan's manor, to inform him of her ground-breaking achievement, Sindisia had learned he had not been present for almost a month! Sindisia wanted to take the nearest stick, turn it into the most dangerous weapon possible, and promptly beat Tristan with it....repeatedly. But she couldn't do that, because as much as she wanted to complain, she understood- The loss of a loved one could drive many mad. Omi was a beacon of light in the long shadow for the Demon Overlord, and upon losing her, it drove him into a state of near unresponsive emotion. True, Tristan showed bits and pieces here and there, but he was never truly...happy. It broke Sindisia's heart to be honest.

Sindisia honestly wanted to show a secret that she had been working on for years to Tristan, but it just....wasn't time yet. Not only that, what she had done broke MAJOR rules, and she wasn't talking about rules in the lawful sense, but she had basically played god- How she did was still a secret, and if Sindisia had it her way, it would always remain such. However, the time was coming soon that Tristan had to learn the truth. Sindisia had kept her promise to Omi, and now, it was time to fulfill that promise. Not because it was to appease Sindisia's concise for being unable to save her best friend, but because Tristan deserved peace.

She left a message for him to see her at the meeting area, as Sindisia made her way to meet up with the other clan leaders. No doubt, they'd have their own omissions on allowing her to build reactors in the other segments of the city, but she hoped that she could convince them that she had this under control, but she couldn't blame them for being apprehensive- This was experimental technology, and the reactor she created WAS a prototype, so she expected to be blocked for future development for at least half a century at least, perhaps a full one at worst.

She couldn't fault them- Who would trust the word of a former torturer?

It was to be expected- Many who knew her saw her as the Torturer she used to be. While she would not deny it, she wished people would see past that- She was a scientist, an inventor, and a leader, not just Sindisia the Torturer. That title, however, was something she would never hide- She could never forget who she was, for people would not, and so she wore it like armor so that it could never be used to harm her. It was as plain as the Mark of Arioch on her back or the Torturer's tattoo on her arm. They were where she started.

As she finally began wandering around, looking for the pumpkin-headed fool Tristan, she finally saw him bounding forth on his Horse, Amelia. Deciding to scare the Dullahan, for making her search over a quarter of the god-forsaken city for him, She would sink into the shadows, waiting until he was just below her.....before jumping out and jumping on his back. "GIVE ME YOUR HEAD!" Sindisia said, popping the mans head off before turning it to face her, the devilish grin on her face as usual. "You, sir, are in big trouble, you absolute bone-head."

In all honesty, Sindisia.....had feelings for Tristan. No, there was no denying it- She was in love with him. She tried to be an Anchor after Omylia died and it just.....grew from that. But Sindisiia couldn't say anything or confess to him. He was still mourning his wife's death and Omylia was her best friend....It would be wrong, so Sindisia just put it in the back of her mind. "You leave your place for days on end, you don't call, you don't write, and when you finally are in you territory, you're busy! Oh, you make me so mad sometimes!" Sindisia said, shaking his head up and down rather quickly.

She would then place it back on....upside down and backwards. "So.....how are you, you absolute bone-head?" She said, referring to him by her favorite nickname.

 

[Cheshire Grin]

~*Tristan Grigori Draca*~

Emotional Mood{heavily concealed} - Depressed, indifferent, startled, but very much relieved
External Mood - Shocked and slightly nauseous
Time of day - Nighttime, snowfall
Location - Borderline of The Neutral Zone and Bloody Moon
Clothes - Armor
Tags - Andraus

Tristan continued on his way with Amelia, her hooves digging into the snow still as the young man looked around. It was a peaceful night, just as he liked it. It had been a long time since he had traveled through the Neutral Zone on the scenic route. He was always moving past and watching over the people who needed safe passage around his land, he never stopped the smell the roses...literally. However, that time had passed, the snow blanketed Haven in its snowy grip, but he didn't mind it. Winter was a lovely season, a beautiful one. The season where everything that is beautiful would go through a transformation after sleeping for some time. She loved winter, just remembering now much she wanted to see the snow was enough to make him smile. As the snow fell, the elder Dullahan felt something off. As if he were being watched.

He looked around slowly, his eyes scanning the area, even using the pumpkins in the area. However, a voice startled the Dullahan Overlord. Naturally, he would have jumped at this, looking back to see who it was. But he didn't really react that way. His body did stiffen as Amelia huffed with concerned. Bucking slightly, as Tristan's head was popped of his shoulders. His body naturally rose his arms up as his head patted the stump, Tristan's eyes finally landed on the culprit. Sindisia, Leader of Bloody Moon. His sighed a bit relieved, it would have been an awkward situation if it was someone else. Amelia neighed as she walked closer to the woman, Tristan's body shifted about as the hands gently grabbed the rings. When she stated he was in trouble, Tristan wasn't too surprised by that, he hadn't been at home. So someone was bound to find out. But the punishment was a bit...unexcepted. Tristan's vision blurred as he felt the wind whipping at him from being shaken. Once she was done, Tristan's red hues naturally crossed, blinking at the sudden stop.

Once his head was placed back onto his body, incorrected. He sighed mentally before fixing his now dizzy head. He shook his head quickly, keeping his eyes closed before opening them to look down towards thr woman, the world slowly coming to a halt. He understood why she was so mad, he would be mad to if one of his loved ones did that. He blinked once before speaking up with a slight smile forming on his face, but it was only brief. "I was coming back today. But, if it makes you feel better, I was still watching you on your progress with your project. Along with the others, didn't want anyone trying to kill each other while I was away. But, I am sorry for worrying you." He ensured, relaxing himself as Amelia nudged Sindisia, no way she was going to be unnoticed.

Once she asked him how he was, he thought about what to say. He felt the same as before, but he was somewhat happier, not that he would show it. He felt at peace being near Sindisia, no matter how much of a goofball she was. "I'm fine thank you, just came back from seeing Omylia. Wonderful to see Little Goofball is estatic about her accomplishment, I will assume you wish to throw a party for this achievement after you have a meeting with the others?" Tristan asked as he got off Amelia, running his armor clad hands through his wet hair, it was now a mess from the shaking, so he had to fix it. Fluffying it back up as he looked down towards the woman before him, towering over her, noticing even when he was in his human form, he was still taller. In the back of his head, he started to wonder if he was taller than everyone, this now required a bit of observation.