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Post by Nyx Nightrose on Aug 10, 2008 0:19:54 GMT -5
A prince is sitting in a darkened corner of a dirty pub, but he isn't acknowledged. No. He has long been dismissed for being more than expected.
Nyx Nightrose is a forsaken prince of the Unseelie Court. There's only one thing about this prince. It isn't his unique abilities or his wealth, but his great future. Motives that just need a direction if he only knew which direction to take. Of course there is always vengeance, but it doesn't seem to be enough to take over an entire army of Ravens.
His thoughts are extremely troubled this night. One of those nights where he needs the comfort of his sister and the guidance of his mentor. Then why is he sitting in a darkened corner at a dirty pub? Not many Ravens will come out this far or would even think an upstanding member of the Unseelie Court would even consider coming to such a shit hole. Risky to his reputation, but logical. The prince comes here whenever he doesn't feel like dealing with his mother's lap dogs. Some peace of mind before he goes over the proverbial edge and do something remarkably stupid.
Nyx really isn't in the best of moods. For the past month he hasn't been getting much in the way of sleep because his mind can't keep racing. Something has to be done about his mother, but he doesn't know if he's ready. He has told his sister to meet him at the bar and his mentor has always had a funny way of knowing where he's at.
Even though he is in a place of scum, Nyx's fashion sense won't allow him to be clothed in filth. That just isn't how he lives or allows himself to be. There is just one more thing that a fellow fae will notice almost instantly. He isn't hiding with glamour. Every single blond with cheap makeup is looking at him with this urge to just attack him, but he has kept them at bay with warnings. His black and silver hair well surpasses his shoulders now, falling just to his hips. Violet eyes pierce through the darkness of eyeliner. Even his skin shimmers like trapped moonlight and he taps long nails on the warped wood of the table. Tonight he wears a black velvet frock coat, a simple purple satin button up,and a pair of fitted black leather pants. Silver rings glint on his delicate fingers as his eyes remain on one object.
The book that had started it all. Moonstone framed in knotted silver covers this ancient text and, as beautiful as it is, Nyx hates it's very presence. A constant reminder of how his mother's fear overthrew the love of her own son and the proof of his worth as a ruler. However, the book has great power. A power that can be used against his mother in the war to take over the Unseelie Court as king. Maybe that's why she has been sending more Ravens than normal. He's making her nervous by reading this and fears the knowledge that he has more potential than she has ever had in all the many years of her reign. As much as he hates the sight of it, the book will stay with him until he no longer has the need to learn.
A part of him wonders what his mentor will think once Chance sees the book in his hands. That's if his mentor and friend decides to make an appearance on this night. Nyx's eyes snap up from the book and to the front door in time for a Raven to walk through.
"Shit."
The muscular fae makes his way up to the prince's table, taking a seat without permission. Oh - this is going to be entertaining. "So," the prince begins while crossing his arms and leaning back in the chair, "let me guess. I need to come with you because my mother has scheduled a family reunion?"
"Stop being a brat, Nyx. Come with me and we'll see just how much the Queen really misses her son."
Placing his hand on the book, he shocks the Raven by making it melt into a shadow that he fans away like some annoying cloud of smoke. "How about a game...." |
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Post by Zelinda Nightshade on Aug 12, 2008 18:36:19 GMT -5
She was all dolled up to meet her brother today. The usual glame on her eyes and over her cheeks. She was pale all the down to her boots. Fingers glittered with silver as she made her way down the stairs from her room which led out to a wide open space of the apartment loft her and Nyx shared together. She sat, blanced on a nearby bench once she made it out to the open. More people gazed her than ever. She was beautiful, she knew this already though and simply went about her morning usual. Filing her nails then giggled as the tiny cell phone rang and she scooped it up into her hand to answer it. "Hey, I'll be there in a moment." then hung up and slipped from the back of the bench she hovered over very slightly without anyone taking any notice to this at all.
Every step was closer to Nyx, she felt her powers growing as threats came over her like that of a black cloud. She skimmed her hand over things as she went, a car rumbled as she passed by it then filled itself with bubbles. All of which popped aloud like that of bubble gum which children chewed and made her laugh aloud.
She stopped in mid step though, looking up from where her attention been moments ago and did not find it funny anylonger. Instead, Zelinda curled her slender fingers into that of a ball and simply stood watching as her brother was being bullied by a Raven. A rumble started beneath her feet where she was not but maybe ten feet from Nyx then went throughout the place and knocking down the nearby news stands which now lay upon their sides. Then stops short and grins in the most wicked of ways she could muster up and place on her deilcate features.
"So this is what happens when you are left alone, brother dearest?" she asked Nyx in an innocent tone but turned her attention to the Raven next. "And what about you? Another Raven from mother dearest and so here you stand. Not for long though.."
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Post by Korinthalis Ap Pwyll (Chance) on Aug 22, 2008 11:11:03 GMT -5
The night roared with power as Chance darted through people like they were standing still, the thread of fate was humming to him like a rock band making love to a crowd with music. Chance could feel that in this hum that Nyx was involved. turning a corner he spotted three Ravens heading toward a dive if a pub, not a normal place for there kind. :whats this I wonder, perhaps the queen has decided to try and bring him home, I think I better watch them for a moment.: He though as he stepped into a dark spot near by, not bothering to use any magic, his own hunting skills would hide him well enough.
He listened as they spoke. "He is here I am sure of it, now if we all go in you know he will spot us and try for a exit. Percheron, you go in and try and bring him out, me and Destrier will wait here in case he gets by." Chance smiled as he looked at them Percheron, Destrier, and Morgan, known as the Riders. All of them named after a horse, and all of them fierce fighters. Chance watched as Percheron walked in and thought for a Moment on how to deal with the two outside, smiling as a thought came to him he moved with a stealth that had long since been forgotten by most of the court and stood behind Morgan, their leader "Now why would three ponies by wandering out here in the sort of place." he said right in Morgans ear, both spun to see who was there, Morgan had enough time to say "Chance." before Chance's foot connected with his jaw, sending him sailing several feet away and crashing between two cars. Destrier yelled with rage and charged Chance, making a big mistake in doing so. Chance side stepped his arms as they reached for him, and drove his elbow in to the base of his skull, the cracking sound echoed in his head as blackness over took him. "Such fools, think they would know better to try and mess with their elders." He said as he dragged the bodies out of view and tied them up. "I hope you enjoy your naps my lads I will not be here when you wake I am sure." the closed the dumpster he placed them in and spotted another face he knew, Zelinda as she went into the pub. Following here a few moments later he was close enough to see Nxy hide a book and taunt the final Raven, he sat down and ordered a drink and watched to see if he would need to help his student..
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Post by Nyx Nightrose on Aug 22, 2008 17:30:31 GMT -5
'Patience,' he whispers to Zelinda's mind, 'I want to have fun with this one.'
Nyx looks past the Raven and to his sister with a wicked smirk. A flash of violet light swims around the pupil before focusing back in on Percheron. This isn't the first time they have crossed paths and he intends to make it their last, but he is a firm believer in being fair. A cruel irony considering that he's one of the 'unholy' court. Of course this is the part that he loves most of all and he moves around the Raven, sizing him up as an opponent.
The Prince comes to a stop where he had began, holding out both hands. Purple flames engulf his right hand, leaving a rolled up piece of parchment in it's wake. There are always drastic strings attached to his 'games' and most of them consist of riddles. A sly smile curls Nyx's glossed lips.
"If you succeed in this task, this scroll holds the answer to all of your problems. This," he pauses to untie the black silk ribbon and shows the writing within to Percheron, "is a document, constructed of my own blood, stating that I'll willingly return with you to face my mother, but it gets better." The scroll goes up in another set of purple flames and his left does the same before a sword appears in his grasp. "However, if you fail, that means death. Fair?"
There is a moment of complete silence, but the Raven finally nods his head in accepting the challenge. Nyx lays the sword down on the table and sits quietly. Crossing his long legs, the Prince finally constructs a riddle.
"The person who makes it has no need for it. The person who purchases it does not use it. The person who does use it does not know he or she is. What is it?"
It must have been hours, giving Nyx enough time to realize that his mentor had been watching for some time from a distant booth. His violet eyes remain on the Raven who has began to sweat nervously. Percheron knows that if he fails this riddle, the Queen will have him regret failure through immense pain and death at the Prince's sword would be, by far, the less painful. The Raven falls to his knees next to Nyx's table and bows his head in defeat.
"A coffin," the Prince responds before tossing his sword to Zelinda. "Have you met my sister? Dearest Zelinda, introduce yourself." |
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Post by Zelinda Nightshade on Aug 29, 2008 16:22:30 GMT -5
Zelinda watches and listens as her brother gives the Raven his task of solving such a riddle that even she could have guessed in less time but continues not to stir until he is finished with the task. She does however, notice someone else there and knows this person by a little chance in meeting when they had crossed paths sometime ago. It was her brothers mentor, Chance, what a sight he was but she was not going to spoil the little reunion with a nod or smile, not yet anyways. A grin comes to her darkened lips as she leans back some onto the compact car nearest her and simply lays on it like a cat. Eyeing the Raven and nearly laughs when he falls to his knees.
How pathetic, she thinks to herself as he knows that pain is not all that he will get from their mother. Cruelty is something she always strived for but Zelinda knows that there will be more to that punishment. She slips from the car without so much as making a noise when she feels the ground beneath her heels and twirls her long hair within her thumb and forefinger.
"You always get the fun when making up those riddles but I like playing with the sharp things in life and well, I want to make sure that he never comes after you again dearest brother." She says in a cute voice, not to be mistaken but Zelinda was far from cute, she was dangerous if taunted.
She catches the sword however and takes it to rest beneath the Raven's chin, right against his throat to where the spot bleeds. Amused, Zelinda giggles a bit and tries to portray the innocent sister not knowing what she is doing. He begs, nearly cries to be let go and states that he doesn't want to die like this, not a by a girl. This makes her stop laughing and does not find the funny spots on her at all. She may have been a girl, to everyone she was weak but she never did like the comparisons the guys made by stating that she was "just a girl" and by that right she gave the raven what he deserved, a nice thin slice over his neck. Oh this did not kill him but made him think twice about insulting her like that again.
"They always tease me, dear brother, always hated it because a girl could do better than they ever could." She eyes Percheron then Nyx and back to Chance. A dark green forms around her pupils as she looks to the Raven. "Now, I know that you are after my brother but I'm not as nice as he is and you will never take another breath on this earthly realm or any other for that matter."
Zelinda stands before the male, eyes a hunter green and full of malicious intent as she takes the sword and connects it to Percheron's throat once more,this time, making it count and watches as his head fall to the ground with a sickening thump. "Oh, by the way, I'm Zelinda. Not that you need to know or anything." she smirks at the corpse then goes over to her brother and smiles in a cute innocent way while twirling her hair.
"I see you have an audience.." she looks over at Chance and smiles. She gives her brother back his sword and wraps her arms around him. "I've missed you."
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Post by Korinthalis Ap Pwyll (Chance) on Aug 30, 2008 7:49:59 GMT -5
Chance, walked over, a toss of his hand and the body of the dead Sidhe faded away. "Zelinda, you should always try and clean up your mess." He smiled and dropped into a chair beside Nxy. "His brothers were outside, but if they remember what happened to them I will be shocked to say the least." He looked at Zelinda for a moment, then touched her cheek gently, his finger tips coming back coated in blood. He licked the blood off his fingers and gave her a napkin. He looked back to Nyx "It seems someone is worried about you for some reason, for the Riders to be after you." His eyes flashed. "She did it, didn't she? She gave you the book, she gave you the Tome."
He said with a wicked smile upon his face. "I saw you put something away as Percheron came over, it look like the Tome. I know I am right, it took me years of work to make her think to give you that book." He laughed. "I told you she would give you the keys to her own downfall. To think she thought giving you that book would keep you out of her hair. She should have paid more attention to what I was teaching you, like the old tongue." he waved at the bar and ordered a drink. Have you been able to read any of it yet, or it the riddle spell still in place?"
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Post by Nyx Nightrose on Sept 4, 2008 16:29:10 GMT -5
The blood that spray from the severed neck of the Raven doesn't dare to touch the purity of Nyx's flesh. Crimson droplets fall only inches from his resting arm. However, they disappear as soon as Chance waves his hand. This is something that doesn't phase him in the least, having seen this all before, but he takes the sword from Zelinda's hands. "Mmmm," he purrs while wrapping his arm about his sister, "I never tire of your introductions, my dear sister."
Glowing violet eyes lined in black look to Chance as he takes fingers along the blood that had splashed against the pale perfection of Zelinda's cheek. Ah - his mentor never seems to lose his charm and has always had a thing for the beautiful. There is none more beautiful than Nyx's sister, but that could just be the prejudice brother in him that believes only the best of his loved ones. The Tome? Oh, the crummy old book that his mother had given him in place of the crown.
Shadows collect in the center of the table next to his hand, clearing momentarily to reveal the silver clad book that he had held only minutes ago. Nyx has no real care for it. However, he has unraveled the riddle, but understands no real necessity of the scriptures within. "The answer is 'Time'." It had only taken the Prince seconds to get the answer, but he moves it over to the space before his mentor.
"Chance," Nyx whispers while a sly grin curls his glossy lips, "so glad to see you so enthused about seeing me after all this time. Excuse my ignorance, but this books seems to have very little value to me. Just a reminder of my mother's spiteful nature." In an affectionate manner, he begins to gently run his fingers along Zelinda's neat and beautiful braids. They have a very close relationship as they have both been cast out from their mother's sight for no other reason than being more powerful or more beautiful.
The Prince's eyes remain on Chance, but most of his attention has been merited to the beautiful Unseelie sitting the the right of him. There hasn't been a time when he can remember not having his sister there for support. They do practically everything together and there isn't much trouble that they haven't been in yet, but they are happy. Of course they are working to the purpose of one goal. Vengeance. |
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