Active Threads Purpose- Hargeon City (Tracen)- 8/27 -Tracen/Eclipse comes to Hargeon in search of Razhiel and ultimately Raven. Ends up pulling Razhiel from the sea in which she has fallen and saves her.
Finished Threads (Listed in order of Timeline, not completion.) Pieces of a Puzzle- Grand City (Larke)- 8/4 -In an attempt to avoid Raven after there fight to gain some clarity, Razhiel runs into a girl by the name of Larke who turns out to be a clone of Kotone though she knows none of this. Razhiel takes the time to teach the kid a few things, gives her a coin that she has had for over a decade. In return Larke gave her a 'magic stone.' Razhiel becomes attached, and would lay down her life for the kid.
Fate or Coincidence- Hargeon Town (Raven)- 7/22 -Random meet up with Raven. Fight ensues. Freya makes an appearance and 'takes over' Raz. Before the fight can continue, Templars come. Raven takes off, Raz/Freya jumps off the cliff and travels via lightning but not before permanently attaching Razhiel's wanted poster to a tree. Freya takes offense at Raz and drops the reigns leaving Raz falling through the sky and into the sea. Raz realizes she left her jacket on the cliff.
Shadow Persona-Magnolia (Tracen, Tyr) -7/17 -Razhiel chances upon Tracen Tenshou, an ex prisoner of Valland's infamous Nox. Though she is not directly responsible for his capture, detainment, torture, nor experimentation she knew he was there and did nothing but simple kindness. The meeting between the two a bit tense, when Tyr- the sky dragon in teenager girl form- drops from the top of the building next to them. It becomes even more tense, especially when Tracen accuses the other two of working together to recapture him which results in Razhiel going down on one knee and pledging to protect Tracen more of less. (Noteworthy- Razhiel meant every word and will execute as necessary) Distraction accomplished, Tyr- who acts similar to a teenage-complains of hunger. Razhiel offers food, a free meal, and money without thinking twice about it. When she realizes how odd it is, an alien thought of 'Cousin' is the reply within her mind. The second time the spirit within her having made itself known; the first time being with Kotone a month before. Ignoring it, they head off together- all three. They sit down to eat. Not long after, Tracen leaves due to Tyr and his discomfort of the situation. Before they part, Tracen invites Razhiel to hunt dragon slayers together and Tyr warns Razhiel about Raven.
Mission- Punch A Bunch- Magnolia- 07/07 -Whilst in Magnolia, Razhiel completes a mission of finding a missing son. Said son joined an underground fighting ring and is using dark magic. She fights her way until he is her opponent. Beating him, she takes him back home to his parents. Noteworthy- Razhiel has a dream consisting of sapphire eyes, golden eyes, and a red dragon.
Recombobulation- Cerulean Town (Kotone)-07/17 -Kotone and Razhiel meet. What could be the start of a friendship, they battle for the sake of training. Meanwhile Kotone gives Razhiel insight into the happenings of Fiore recently and a certain red haired Dragon Slayer that Razhiel is tracking. Noteworthy- Having activated the sword tattoo on her wrist, Razhiel experiences the 'stretching' of the entity inside her for the first time since her merging.
Raven "Damnit!" Raven shouted to no one in particular. Though it turned a few heads as he quickly shrank into the crowd. Or at least tried to. He had been with the main force marching towards Valland's capitol, but he had separated to chase down some scouts.
Unfortunately one thing led to another, and he was wounded escaping their trap. Rather badly actually. His shout stemmed from twisting funny and his body letting him know.
He needed refuge, and he needed information. So he managed to kick off some of the dust covering him and made his way around the town. Eventually he found the Creaking Barrel Tavern. It was an odd name, but Raven wouldn't judge. Walking in he immediately felt like he'd walked into the den of a hunter. But he didn't miss a beat, instead taking his time to gauge his surroundings.
The tavern, true to its name, was rather old, though not in disrepair. But it wasn't a high class place either. The chairs and tables were all sanded wood, and there were a couple barmaids serving people food. The tavern keeper himself was rather built, and looked as though he might have been a former soldier at one point.
In the corner however, he spotted two people playing chess. And the strange scent on the air seemed to be coming from one of them. But it was hard to tell with the strong smell of alcohol and over seasoned food.He straightened out his black leather jacket, the red wings on the back giving an already distinct man a more distinct look. Thankfully he'd cleaned it, and under his white, dusty shirt were the crimson tinged bandages out of sight...
Razhiel Raz smirked as her bishop ate Asal’s knight. ‘Watch out Old Man, tonight is not your night.’ No sooner had she spoken the words than said bishop was eaten by a daft rook. Asal’s response was to lean back with a raised eyebrow. His salt and pepper hair obscuring his forehead and said raised eyebrow. Having known him for awhile now, they did not need words to communicate. She replied with pursed lips and a furrowed brow. Violet orbs trained on the board before her as if it held some much needed secret. Raz understood that chess was a game often compared to strategy in war. War she was good at but chess lacked a realness that hindered her ability to perform well at it. Despite that, or maybe because of it, she would not have traded these get-togethers for anything. The constant hum of tavern drivel was a balm to her ever constant alertness. Her disguise, purposely obvious, an old and tarnished brown cloak with a hood just low enough to stop above her eyes. The smoothing of her brow, a ghost of a smile, and her outreached hand signaled she had reached some conclusion. The opening of the not so quiet door and the dimmed noise due to the opened door caught her attention. What was supposed to be a mere glance ended in a stare with her head half turned towards the stranger. His appearance caught her attention at first. The wind blew in, carrying an indescribable, yet alluring scent with it. Her hand being knocked to the side had her turning back to the game and a much amused Asal. She smiled and shrugged in reply, making the move she intended before the distraction. And despite her eyes now focused on the chess board, her being was focused on the room.
Raven Raven was an observant person when he wasn't tangling with his emotions. Thankfully, making sure he wasn't about to be ambushed was a good focus for driving away the fears and self doubt that plagued him for awhile now.
Thanks to his focus, he noticed the subtle shift. That feeling of eyes on him sending that all too familiar tingle down his back. Normally he wouldn't care, but he was in the heart of enemy territory. However, the eyes on him... they belonged to the girl playing chess.
An aloof grin crossed his face. She was interested in him. It was their first meeting so it wasn't a romantic interest, but it was interest none the less. And he was there for information. If he made himself more interesting, she might tell him things. Maybe useful things. So he started walking, though he made sure he was keeping his footsteps quiet. Not inaudible because that would raise suspicion, but quiet enough that it wouldn't disturb the other patrons. Of which there was a few. And most of them probably had hidden weapons.
"I'll play the winner," He said as he pulled out a coin. He'd been smart enough to rifle through some soldier's belongings after knocking them out so he wouldn't give himself away like that. With the coin on the table next to the chess board, in plain view he took his time walking to the bar. Her scent was strange in its own way. It carried a hint of power. Familiar power. But she didn't smell like a dragon. In fact, she smelled mostly human. Sitting at the bar he ordered a bottle and a shot glass. He didn't intend to get drunk, but grabbing a bottle made he made the message clear: He'd be there awhile.
Razhiel Asal was still observing the board when the fiery haired stranger approached their table and placed a coin upon it, stating he would play the winner. It seemed her overly obvious stare had been noticed and was responded in kind. A breathless ‘humph,’ escaped her while she thought about it. Stalking the stranger with a side glance as he walked to the bar, Raz took notice of his walk which stated predator, the set of his shoulders and alertness which called confidence and a familiarity with such atmospheres. Her attention fully on Asal once more she noticed the calculating gleam within his dark gaze. ‘No you don’t Old Man.’ She could honestly say she had never been so focused on a game of chess before, nor had she marked out possible moves four steps ahead. The key to every problem was the right motivation. Wise. Another was curiosity killed the cat. This meant she just had to be faster in reaction than said cat. Despite having won, Raz suspected Asal had allowed her to win though he made damned sure he didn’t show it. Sitting back with laugh, Raz stated ‘you are to wise for me Old Man. But maybe… Just maybe my youth prevailed this time.’ A chuckle escaped the old man’s thin lips, ‘Not sure I would call it youth.’ With that he stood and walked towards the bar. As he passed Raz, he gently squeezed her shoulder. A small smile alighted upon her lips as she began placing the pieces to which side they belonged.
Raven When the old man got up to leave Raven could tell who won. Of course, his enhanced hearing helped, but the words passed between what he assumed were grandparent and grand daughter were for them alone. ...Maybe mentor and mentored? Raven shook that thought out of his head. It wasn't important at this juncture.
He stood up, having put a couple drinks down while he waited, and walked over with bottle and glass in hand. With the pain dulled it would be easier to work his normal facade.
"I see you're the winner," He sat down. The seat was still warm from the old man occupying it previously. After setting his drink ware down Raven pushed his hair back with his fingers and gave a more aloof grin. Though his eyes were a little more focused than his grin would have people let on. "I hope I didn't interrupt anything too important.
Razhiel Raz just finished placing all pieces according to their proper places when the newest challenger sat down. She leaned back; hands’ resting on the arm rests of the chair, watching him maneuver his drinks. Inhaling deeply through her nose, as if to acquire air to speak she replied. ‘Not as important as a stranger in the capital. It makes for more interesting talk than an old man and a chess game.’ Smiling, she nods at the board. 'You first.'
Raven "The capital doesn't get many visitors then?" Raven asked as he stared down at the board. The last time he'd seen a chess board was his battle with the Shadow Lord. The realization brought up harsh memories of the fallen. He reached out and simply moved a pawn forward for the time being, freeing his bishop for the time being. I'd think a city like this would get many visitors and traders."
Razhiel 'I am a mere street rat and the capital is a large place. Many visitors in other parts of the capital, perhaps. Here, not so much.' Eyes downcast, slender fingers picked up the knight and brought it forward. 'What brings you to this fine establishment?' Curious eyes focused on the man who smells of... Other among more natural curious smells.
Raven "What brings me here?" Raven frowned as the knight was moved. But that was okay. He moved the same pawn forward again. He didn't want to outright lie again... That had caused him a lot of trouble already. The pain in his side was also still there. "I came here to stop something. But it'll be awhile before I can do anything."
Razhiel The corners of her mouth tilted upward. 'Vague. But better than saying you came for the ale.' Violet orbs never left his face as she reached out, her knight swiping his pawn and palming it. 'Mine.' One word, the inflection unclear.
Setting the pawn to the side she asked, 'Do you have a name stranger who must stop something?' Raven "Well, I did come for the drinks too," Raven gave a slight chuckle despite losing his pawn. He moved his bishop and tried to ignore how haunting the way she said mine was. "Raven. Raven is my name. What's yours?"
Razhiel A breathless laugh escaped from her nostrils. 'I'm not sure we have tried the same drinks.' Distracted, her gaze once more inclined on the board, she replied 'Raz.'
She once more moved her knight, palming the pawn that previously occupied the space. Her knight now diagonal to the king. Lifting her face, she called out 'Mine and check.' Her fingers deposited the pawn nearly beside the other. Raven "I think not," the bishop came up taking her knight. He set his first piece down next to the board and maintained his aloof grin. Raz huh? It sounds like a shortened version of a more beautiful name."
Razhiel Raz leaves back into her chair, resting her chin on the back of her left fingers. 'Street rats have no last names and are often known by single syllable names as they are not yet worthy of a higher title.' Distracted as she was by Raven and his subtle attempt at gathering information, she did not miss the soft shuffle of Asal's approach. The fact that his footsteps could be heard meant he was feeling protective. A soft touch on her shoulder and a soft spoken 'Time, ‘had her replying with a small frown. Looking behind and up she asked with frustration, 'Already?' Asal merely raised an eyebrow. 'Of course... Thank you.' A slight squeeze on her shoulder and he was gone.
Her focus returned to Raven, her stare intense. Unwavering she picked up her other knight with the hand she was not resting her chin on. 'Sometimes... Sometimes you must sacrifice a knight to get close to the king.' She placed the knight in the middle of the board and stood.
Stepping next to Raven she bent slightly as to be face to face, her voice soft. 'You smell of blood. Not a good thing in a place where blood awakens the hungry.' She nods to the bartender while still looking at Raven, 'Smooth fingered Varus can help with that.'
Straightening and looking at the door, fingers tapping on the table. 'It is unwise for a strange Raven to wander in the darker depths of this city, especially when he shines so bright.’... 'Varus can sure you to a room where your feathers wont shine so bright. Though only for tonight.'
Eyes return to Raven's face. Humor within their depths, Raz mock bows. 'Until next time.' Swiveling on her boots, she proceeds to a door that one would assume led deeper within the tavern. Raven Raven didn't attempt to hide the fact that he turned to look at the approaching man. They exchanged words, though he noticed the lack of actual content in them. Well, they could keep their secrets, especially since it didn't seem important for his needs.
"Thank you," Raven said as she on her heels. He found it strange that she could smell the blood on him. She wasn't a dragon slayer though.... This meant now she really had his attention. A smirk pulled at his lips as he continued. "This Raven knows when to fly and when to roost."
Razhiel It was a beautiful day. Not a cloud to be seen, the temperature rising, and the bright light of the sun bouncing off the many banners in multitude of colors. The market place along Valland Court, which spanned more than a mile, was her favorite to visit. The shop keepers shouting their wares loudly across the way, people bargaining prices and trades, the many different items on display, and the mere chaotic atmosphere always put her in a lively mood. Her get-up was always simple while outside the palace. Dark breeches tucked into black boots with a sleeveless blouse. Today’s color an emerald green. Fiery hair down, flowing past her waist and swaying in the breeze. Jewelry consisted of feathered earrings, various metal bangles along her wrist, a three loop silver necklace that hung down to her midsection, and rings of varying importance. Princess Razhiel had learned many trades while visiting the shop keepers in the market place. Learning trivial skills like braiding vines to create bangles and necklaces and household decorations to resourceful skills like gutting fish and tanning hides was something she enjoyed. She knew many by name and often asked after family members who were not present. It was not only to learn skills but to travel among her people. Razhiel believed it was important to be present in the Empire, not just in the reigns but also among them to ensure they knew their lives are important.
While plenty of folks met her stare with a smile and her greeting with welcome, there were those whose unwavering and cold gaze followed her as she wandered from shop to shop. Razhiel was aware of the looks and chose to ignore them. Most were people whose homeland had recently been acquisitioned by the emperor and had made their way to the Capital to start new lives. This did not mean they looked upon the imperial house fondly. There were also those whose homeland had been attacked by the army, led by the princess herself. Some of which had seen, or experienced firsthand the power and tenacity in which she executed her mission.
Approaching a very robust man in his late fifties, the Princess called out ‘Hey Raul, what is on the specialty today?’ Having the cook’s full attention, she was met with a very jolly hello and an extended hand to which placed her own. He covered her hand with both of his, ‘Oh my Lady, how your presence doth inspire me so.’ Snatching her hand back with a laugh, ‘You’re a flirt. Show me what you have for today or will you let your Lady starve?’ With a sudden shuffling and a dignified ‘Of course not,’ Raul promptly produced a pair of pastries. Violet orbs widened, hand covering her mouth as she began to laugh. Raul stated, ‘I do not lie to My Lady, you truly are my inspiration.’ He bit his bottom lip, Razhiel held her silence a moment longer just to tease. ‘They are lovely. But truly a pastry resembling my face and…’ He supplied the rest, ‘Fiery hair! It is also filled with strawberries, the very color that hangs past your waist.’ This brought another smile to her face, taking one and promptly taking a bite, she was not disappointed. ‘This is amazing.’ Finishing the treat, she asked ‘How much do I owe you?’ And was met with a ‘Nothing My Lady, your beauty is my payment.’ Wiping her hands she responded, ‘You are too much, but that is only to be expected of my favorite chef.’ With a wink, she began to walk away, ‘Next time, I will buy a dozen from you!’ Similar situations played throughout the day as she made her rounds.
Raven It'd been two days. Raven had managed to get by and, while not fully healed, was well enough to be roaming around. In his opinion anyway. The market streets were amazing places to gather information, and he'd gathered quite a bit. His inquiries were drowned out as the streets got more excited however. And there he spotted her. It was too crowded to track his way after her effectively by scent alone, so he followed from afar. The people seemed to like her. Too much to be a street rat.
"Street rat indeed," Raven said in a tone that was both light and a jab at the same time. He said so from behind her after she'd left one of the stalls she'd visited. He was sure someone like her wasn't alone in the crowds, but he was well enough to get away if he had to.
Razhiel Razhiel had just finished asking a fish merchant about his three daughters and was continuing on her way when a familiar voice spoke up behind her. Though she had not smelled nor sensed him before he approached she was not quite startled.
Her expression mirrored one of puzzled ignorance. ‘Excuse me?’ Her eyes travelled the length of his body before settling on his face again. ‘Do we know each other?’ Razhiel stuck her thumbs in her front pockets, fingers splayed against her thighs as she tilted her head slightly, perfecting the quizzical look. Raven
"Heh... I see how it is," Raven shrugged and turned his back to her. The scales on the jacket glittered like jewels in the bright sunlight. And despite wearing leather jacket outside he didn't seem bothered by the temperature. "I wish we could have finished that chess game, Raz."
Razhiel When he turned his back to her, she bit her bottom lip to suppress a smile. Openly studying the jacket, she reached forward to lightly trace the scales. Inhaling and catching that pure and alienating scent, she murmured under her breath 'What are you?'
Stepping back, the questioning and honest look in her eyes replaced with a playful smirk. 'If I were this Raz I would probably tell you that the game hasn't ended, the board has merely changed.' Thumbs once more in her pockets as she waited for his response.
Raven "No ordinary king on the board, I'll say that much," Raven said choosing his words intentionally. His own smirk crept in as he folded his arms across his white button down shirt. He was confident he could get out of whatever she was cooking up. It was an interesting way to find out who she really was. "If it is... It's your move."
Razhiel 'When grand empire's like Valland are involved, is the king ever ordinary?' She questioned. Without waiting for a reply she began walking, 'Or rather are you a pawn in this game?' Turning to look at him. 'No, I think not. How about a knight? Will you be the one sacrificing himself?' 'Is the cause for which you traversed here worthy of your life?'
She spread her hands to indicate the busy ongoing of life around them. 'And what of them? What are they worth?'
Turning into Raven, 'And what of I, Raven from Fiore? Am I piece in this game?' Violet orbs widen slightly before becoming distant. Her hand shoots out in an attempt to push Raven back, her strength unchecked in her surprise. At the same moment she bends her body to the side. A plain handled dagger clenched by a tan hand pass between her arm and side. Grabbing the wrist with one hand she pulls the rest of the body forward, using the person's own momentum to lock the daggered hand behind their body. With her free hand she yanks their hair back forcing them to look up at her. Expressionless, Razhiel says one word 'Why?' The woman struggles and Razhiel yanks harder. 'Why?' Her voice a growl. The woman spits, misses, and screams 'Lightning Bitch.'
Pursuing her lips she States, 'a bit slow today are we Kan?' Her dark haired shadow had indeed been off his mark if he let this one get through. Handing the yelling woman to Kan, she orders 'take her to outside the capital and leave her unharmed.'
'But my Lady, she will only come back.' -'And I will not be here, in this spot.' Razhiel glares until Kan backs down, his only argument now 'But your protection...' a raised eyebrow and he fell silent. Dragging the lady away, he begins talking in her ear until she quiets.
Razhiel looks around and suddenly the quiet marketplace is bustling once more and everyone had something else to stare at.
A glance at Raven, she says to no one 'That was unplanned.'
Raven "I am neither pawn nor knight," Raven shook his head slowly. He had staggered back when pushed and let her handle herself. So she was indeed the hunter. That confirmed a fair bit for Raven.
"Should my life be demanded... It's not mine to give," He said with a small aloof shrug. He readjusted he fingerless gloves and looked over at Raz. He'd learned quite a bit from that incident... "The board I work upon belongs to the people controlling the pieces. But I control only myself."
Razhiel Razhiel stood in silence, looking out into the distance. Her mind working on what he said. It was not a pleasant picture.
'Fine.' She wanted to just pinch the bridge of her nose and exhale deeply. Control. Despite the loudness of the market she could hear the voices, feel the stares.
'Are you hungry?'
Raven "I could grab a bite to eat, sure," He knew she'd caught on. She wasn't stupid, that much he could gather. But this was a dangerous game, and dangerous games required risks. "You know the city better than I do. So you pick where we go."
Razhiel 'As if I was not going to pick the place.' Her tone amused as she led the way away from the market. Down a few streets, across the red district, to a flashing sign labeled The Dancing Duck.
The building staccato, the inside upbeat but not swanky. Patrons of all variations were scattered among the tables. This was a place that did not discriminate and in a way brought people of all walks of life together. Some swore it was the amazing food, others the talent adaptable staff but her money would be on the illegal, yet well known, gambling ring operating from within. 'Since I picked the place, you can pick the seats.'
Raven "I feel like a corner spot where we can talk a little more... liberally is what you're looking for," Raven had followed along in silence, somehow looking like he wasn't walking with Raz. Now he stood, hands in his jacket pockets as he gave her an almost flirtatious grin.
He walked over and pulled himself a chair, making it a point to not even try to pull one for Raz. "I certainly was surprised to run into you like that."
Razhiel Walking in silence, Razhiel was able to think with the space Raven provided. She needed to know what his plans are and who is working for. But at the same time, she was tired of war. The woman in the market was one of many of her fans. Another reason why she loved the market places because for every one murder attempt there were many that blessed her.
His grin surprised her, grinning in reply. Reaching the table she merely smirked at his point of not grabbing a chair for her. She wasn't the type of princess that needed to be pampered. 'The market place? It's as good as any of a place to run into recently met strangers.'
Raven "In my experience important people tend to hole up in their castles," Raven shrugged again and sat patiently waiting for a waitress to show up. "And believe me; I've had to deal with my share of self important people." What he left unsaid however was how he was impressed with how much the people loved her. Maybe... just maybe there was hope for Valland yet. Maybe one day it wouldn't be so thirsty for blood.
Razhiel 'Important people who hole up in their castles tend to not be important for very long in my opinion.' Running the strands of her necklace between her fingers she continued. 'I don't fit into your generalization of important people, so don't get disappointed when I surprise you.'
'I would think someone who has to deal with important people on such a familiar basis would be important themselves.' Any further comment was interpreted as a waiter appeared.
A shaggy blonde haired boy with neat clothes and a pad of paper came over to their table. Eyes on her he asked what she would like to drink in which she replied 'Something strong.' Followed up with what she would like to eat and her response 'whatever is good today.' He bowed slightly, 'Very good Princess.' The boy turned to Raven, 'and you sir?'
Raven Raven opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted as their waiter appeared. He bit back his comments long enough to order. This happened to be one of their spiciest dishes. He followed it up by asking for a glass of local juice they served. With the waiter off he turned back to Raz.
"Important? No. At least... Not in the normal sense," Raven shrugged slightly. He leaned back in his seat and frowned. "It's true that my exploits are well known back home, but I am no force of change like your father, or those who rule back home."
Razhiel Razhiel was silent, eyes closed, fingers still playing with her necklace. The boy appeared again with their drinks. Placing first hers, a dark liquid in a tall, narrow glass and then Raven's a yellow liquid with pulp in a large glass.
Without lifting the glass from the table, she sniffed and asked with an amused tone, 'Hair of dog?' The waiter replied with a smile, 'You did say strong... And Sara thought you could use it after today.' A sigh escaped from between her lips, 'This city lives and breathes on gossip.' His response, 'Three times this week, you must be getting popular.' With a slight bow he left.
Raising her glass, eyes on Raven, she toasts 'To change, the one thing a person can always count on.' Lifting the glass to her lips, she downed a quarter before setting it down with a cough.
Raven "That smells pretty strong," Raven commented, opting not to drink for the time being. He wanted crystal clear clarity since opportunity was knocking.
"I agree, its human nature to change," He said with a small shrug before sipping at his juice. It was a fruity drink with just a touch of citrus. He'd have to get more before leaving for Fiore... "But it's also in their nature to resist change at the same time."
Razhiel Razhiel laughed. 'It is called hair of dog for a reason.' Taking a smaller sip, she nodded at his drink. 'Star fruit. It grows on desert plants. The outside skin is red and full of needles. The inside, a brilliant yellow. Tricky to cut but well worth it.'
Tracing the rim of her glass with her middle finger, she fell silent.
Raven "Fickle on the outside, sweet and smooth on the inside,' Raven chuckled before taking another sip of his starfruit juice. Setting the glass he grinned and spoke with an almost mocking tone. If he respected her position, he didn't show it. "I have to wonder if that's what the fair princess of Valland is like."
Razhiel Razhiel caught his tone. Her brow slightly furrowed as she tried to figure his angle. Purposely provoke her? Disrespect in front of her people?
Before she could say anything the waiter returned with another waiter and the food. As they set the food before them, Razhiel asked, 'Savi, correct?' The boy turned towards her, ‘Yes ma'am.' Violet eyes unwavering, 'What do you think of the fair Princess of Valland?' Confused, he asked 'Excuse me?' Her tone imploring, 'If you had to describe the Princess of Valland what would you say?' He opened his mouth to speak but she interrupted. 'Honesty.' She crossed her finger over her heart with a smile, 'I won't tell her, promise.' The boy chuckled. 'She is kind yet cold. A great fighter. Odd sometimes...And sad.' He shrugged, 'Anything else Princess Razhiel?'
She shook her head and he left. Looking at her food, she cut the meat and took a bite. Swallowing she spoke while cutting the rest of her meat. 'The woman in the market would probably say the Princess is a murdering bitch who took away everything from her... The emperor would probably say if only she has been born a man she'd be perfect... I would say the Princess is an icon formed by her people.'
Razhiel resumed eating.
'What a person is depends on whose perspective you are looking at... If you are looking for a general consensus walk around the empire and you will know.' She shrugged and fell silent.
Raven "A good response," Raven said as he began to eat his food. It was as spicy as he'd hoped, and he was grateful. His meals had been... well, the game around Valland was an acquired taste that he lacked. "I could go around the entire city and all I'd find out is that the princess has prickly skin with which she keeps people at bay."
Razhiel Finishing her drink, she grimaced than asked frankly 'Get under my armor to gain what?' Raising an eyebrow at him, she continued to eat. Savi brought a pitcher of water and a glass. Filled it and promptly left. While downing half, she surveyed the room.
Raven "Curiosity," Rave stated simply and with no small amount of whim in his voice. The hot foot didn't seem to be bothering him, as he ate it with the gusto of a starving man. This wasn’t far from the truth. "My business here doesn't actually involve you. It never did. You just make me curious, and since I have time I thought I'd do some asking."
Razhiel Looking at his nearly empty plate and his drink she was curious that he did not ask for more juice. She had tried the dish. It was not for the faint of heart for how spicy it was. 'Curiosity killed the Raven.' She put her hand in the air and a random waiter approached. 'Two ice creams please.'
Violet eyes focused on Raven, 'Ask.'
Raven "What's under that princess exterior?" Raven asked bluntly, though he grinned despite what should have been agonizing pain. "Beyond Princess Raz. Beyond Street Rat Raz. Or more precisely, what's your dream?"
Razhiel 'Ugh, it's almost annoying how persistent you are.'
Plates were cleared and two bowls of chilled cream were brought to the table. Taking her spoon and scooping some out, she put the spoon in her mouth. Flipping the spoon upside down to lick the ice cream off before reading the spoon in the bowl.
'It is Princess Razhiel. Street rat Raz and I are two different people. At the end of the day only I exist.' Having another spoonful she paused. 'I do not have a dream in the sense you’re asking. I plan on inheriting this empire, solidifying the borders, and stabilizing the empire as a whole. What your really asking is do I plan to continue the attack and conquer motto this empire has gained. Essentially no.' 'As for what's at my core, you would have to spend more time with me to figure it out.' Picking her spoon back up she began to eat the rest of her ice cream.
Raven "No, what I was really asking was what your plans for life were," Raven corrected and waved his hand dismissively. He did eat the ice cream but with considerably less gusto. "I'll deal with the problems in front of me then deal with those that follow."
"Though, I find it strange," Raven admitted as he pulled the spoon from his mouth. He turned a quizzical look on her, perhaps for the first time not looking so care free around her. "No secret aspiration to go and see the world on your own terms? No desire to go out and see the unknown?"
Razhiel 'My apologies at assuming.' Tapping the spoon against her mouth she thought about it. It was the first time someone asked what she wanted other than what was expected given her position.
'My life is not mine to give.' Razhiel quoted him. 'The empire is vast. In the years I have been here I have yet to see it all. When I become Empress I will do a census of the entire empire. That will be my traveling. I will begin projects to better the peoples' lives and use those in the army to complete them. A bored army is a dangerous one.' Violet orbs distant as she continued, 'I would be happy to see my people taken care of. My position does not afford me the luxury to travel outside the empire unless it is for war.'
Eyes focusing again, she looked at Raven. 'My duty is first to the Emperor, second to the Empire, third to the people, and maybe... Than to myself.'
Raven "Lofty goals," Raven said as he closed his eyes. He took on a more serious tone finally as he spoke again. This time he seemed more like a worn, experienced man rather than what he appeared to be. "Someone consumed by their mission loses themselves. And those who lose themselves only lead others to ruin."
Razhiel Nodding to his ice cream, 'You could order something more appeasing. I am unsure of what else they offer as I only order this. My own way of resisting change when all else is ever-changing.' She teased. Razhiel leaned back, folding her hands across her stomach. Watching Raven with a keen eye, she felt him change. 'I do not believe myself to be consumed by my mission. I would have to ascend the throne before I could begin. And I know it will not be easy. Being Princess of Valland is not easy. Maybe if I were different, it could be. What I am talking about would take years but being responsible for an empire is a lifelong job. However long that life may be.'
'Any advice you would give me Raven?'
Raven "...Just don't die in the turmoil to come," Raven shook his head slowly. Then he shrugged, waving off her comment about ordering something else as he ate the ice cream some more. It wasn't that he hated it. He liked ice cream. He just liked that spicy food more. "You're not stupid, I can tell from what little we've talked. So I won't try to hide it. I've come here to talk to your father about his invasion of Fiore. Not as a man of political or monetary standing, but as a guardian who's helped the people try to stabilize after the first invasion."
Razhiel ‘You are warning me.’ It was a statement, not a question. Lips pursed, fingers drumming on the table. Razhiel could read between the lines. Fish out that which was unspoken. Her instincts have been clawing at her the moment she laid eyes on him. ‘You have put me in a precarious position.’ Looking away she continued. ‘I will fail one of my duties by the end of this.’ It was her instincts speaking.
Before she could continue or make a decision, Kan strode in through the front door. From his face, though it was expressionless, she could tell it was serious. ‘What now?’ She murmured under her breath. Once he reached their table, he took standard military stance, hands clasped behind his back and his eyes focused straight ahead. ‘Your father requests your presence.’ Monotone. ‘Tell him I am busy.’ If he wanted to be difficult, she could as well. A slight movement of his lips, that was all, but she could tell he was not happy with her. ‘It is important.’ She raised an eyebrow, ‘What I am doing is important as well.’ Kan finally looked at her, brown eyes hard. ‘There is rioting.’
Razhiel’s entire demeanor changed. Her fingers stilled, she sat up, eyes sharp on Kan. ‘Where?’ Having her full attention, he seemed to calm slightly. ‘South Province.’ The hand on the table balled into a fist. ‘Tell my father I will meet him in the map room in one hour.’ Kan opened his mouth to say something but Razhiel did not give him a chance to speak. Her voice sharp, full of command, ‘I do not require your escort to the palace, nor do I require your opinion on my actions. That is all Guardian.’ Her eyes, brightened with something more than intense emotion, did not once waver nor look away from Kan, the air around her charged.
She might as well have been towering above him for the look she was giving. It was the first time she had pulled the full weight of heir to the emperor around her shoulders in Raven’s presence. Kan nodded briskly, turned on his heel, and stalked out. The silence stretched, her hand unclenched though everything else remained. Turning her gaze from the door in which Kan walked out to Raven, she stated, ‘I will be at the Creaking Barrel tomorrow evening. Meet me.’
Raven "Okay," Despite what just happened he seemed rather nonchalant about it. "But I wholly expect to see Raz there. Duty and such can stay outside."
Razhiel Pushing her chair out as she stood, she requested 'Tell me something about yourself.' Her tone not matching the imperial aura that surrounded her nor the steel look on her face as she looked once more towards the door. Raven "About me?" Raven asked raising an eyebrow. He looked at the ceiling for a long moment before speaking. "I'm free, but not without burden. The road I've walked has been rather lonely."
For him, that was a rather huge admittance, but he doubted she would enjoy his company if things with south with her father. The attachment would be broken then.
Razhiel She listened quietly. Razhiel could relate. ‘Until tomorrow night.’ Without a backward glance she strode through the front door and was gone. An hour and half later, bells rang down the main road that led south from the palace. The people in the streets hurried to get to the sides of the streets. The gates to the palace opened. From within galloped fifty men with a striking figure in the front leading them. Fiery hair blazing in the sun, one long braid down her back was the Princess riding atop a pitch black horse. A whip hung from one side of her waist, a slim sheath holding a sword with a metal grip sticking from it on the other. A bow and a sheath of arrows strapped to the saddle. Wrist guards extended from just below her elbow to the back of her hand. Black boots reached to her knees, some bare skin met by a skirt with flecks of metal in it that glinted as she rode. A soft, flexible metal made up the breast plate she wore. Arms bare except for her lower arm guards. A black cloak attached to the top of her breast plate whipped in the wind as the dark stallion trotted past the people. Back straight, head held high as she stared ahead. The people in the streets quiet, eerily so.
Third and Final Encounter with Raven- Approximately x921 (Time span between all three about a week and a half)
Razhiel It was well into evening when the door to the bar opened. In walked Razhiel. Her black cloak was replaced with a hooded, worn brown cloak in which people eyes glittered dangerously from within. Her weapons were gone, as was her armor, leaving her in a dark sleeveless shirt, skirt, and boots. Pulling the hood back, she pulled her braid from within the cloak, letting it sway against her back. She was late do to having to a meeting with her father than having to write up reports detailing the situation.
Looking around the bar and noticing it was empty she began to walk towards the corner where Raven waited. Varus, the bartender, said 'Hey Boss.' Glancing at him she grabbed the two shot glasses he had produced on the table. Since he had addressed her as boss, she knew her face was not as expressionless as she thought. Since she couldn't muster a smile, she nodded at him and strode over to the table.
Sitting down, she said nothing and rather grabbed the whiskey bottle. Setting down the two shot glasses she got from Varus and grabbing one Raven had already set on the table, she filled all three up. Razhiel knocked back one after the other until the three glasses were empty. Sitting back, she finally looked at Raven. Raven "You had a rough time of it I see," Raven nodded, having held his peace until she'd had her drinks. He didn't need improved senses to tell she was in a foul mood. Part of him wanted to reach out and comfort her, but he reined that notion in. He couldn't afford the luxury of attachments. And even if he could, he doubted her pride would allow her such comforts at that moment. "But you made it back alive."
Razhiel ... She opened her mouth to tell him she did not enjoy killing people but thought better of it and closed her mouth. She poured a shot for him than for herself. 'I always make it back alive.' Her tone neutral, no boast of confidence. She was unsure herself what she felt about that. With that she tipped back the shot. Inhaling deeply, she exhaled and with it let the tension drain away. Opening her eyes, she was a bit more relaxed. 'You smell amazing. And not human.' The last was more of a question as she was not sure what she smelled. But of the thousands of people she had met, none smelled like him. Her people smelled of other, but not so extreme.
Raven "Eh?" Raven blinked in surprise. While it could have been a golden opportunity to figure her out, Raven's mind instantly went on the defense. Though the first statement left him confused. "Not human? I would have thought you could hold your liquor better than that."
Razhiel She smirked. 'I can out drink most men in my battalion. Four shots of mid grade whiskey is a tickle.' She shrugged. 'I could be off... Maybe I should visit Fiore.' Deciding to push she asked, 'So Raven no last name who is a guardian of the people of Fiore who is not important in the traditional sense. What do you do?'
Raven "...I think you should just stick with calling me Raven," He said, his cheeks turning a slight pink. She was putting a lot of effort into that name and title. Even though it felt kind of condescending. "If you'd asked me a year ago, I'd have been clear on my purpose. Blind fully ignorant about it too. Now... I'm not so sure. I still run around helping people though, as best as I can at any rate."
Razhiel 'You asked me to bring Raz, I did, and she is very curious about you.' The corners of her lips turned upwards. 'And I was merely stating what I know of you which is painfully little... When you know so much about me. Even my alter ego...' She tilted her head slightly, a slight frown, eyes earnest 'I may have to kill you for that... Raven.' Razhiel teased and made sure to say his name clearly.
Raven "There's not much to tell," Raven shrugged slightly. Though he did adopt an aloof grin. "I'm an orphan. But someone was kind enough to raise me as his own and taught me to fight. Told me I had to protect people. Then one day he left. I've been fighting to protect people around Fiore since. An almost commonplace story now.""But..." He leaned in continued to grin. "You don't seem like the kind of girl to kill needlessly."
Razhiel 'Protect people. That is a never ending job. And yours is a common place story. Well known.' She kept the conversation light. Razhiel leaned forward as well, 'For you I could make an exception.' She grinned in reply.
Raven "So you'd kill the guy who 'smells amazing' on a whim then?" Raven taunted back before leaning back and taking a shot himself. Sapphire eyes closed, and he looked far too relaxed to be having that conversation. "It is a never ending job. And not one without sacrifices. But I'm okay with that."
Razhiel His first statement startled a laugh out of her. Mock serious she replied, 'It would be a waste, and truly my nose would weep but I'd do what I have to... Though maybe I'd keep you just to sniff you every so often.' She couldn't keep a straight face and chuckled. 'Now I seem a bit demented but truly....’ She tapped the side of her nose, 'I have a great sense of smell and I know what you are not.' Pouring Raven another shot than herself she replied 'Being on the good side means you have something to lose. There will always be sacrifices. But you also have loyalty, morality and love on your side.' She shrugged and drank her shot. 'And when you are not being a knight, what are you doing?'
Raven "I have but my life to lose at this point," Raven shrugged. He'd laughed at Raz's joke. He had the feeling they both knew full well that it wouldn't end quite like that if they tried. Though he dodged around the statement of knowing what he wasn't. "You see what I do when I'm not being a knight. I sit alone until people decide to bug me."
Razhie lRazhiel raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She didn't agree to him not having anything to lose. Everyone had something to lose even if it was a simple friendship. And she knew he purposely skipped her statement about smell. She would relent on that for now. 'Ha. I call bull hockey on that!' She pointed at him. 'I'd say you shamelessly flirt with girls in bars on your off time. My proof being when you first entered this bar. Who sought who?' She smirked than poured them both another shot. The bottle of whiskey sadly looking quite empty.
Raven "W-what?!" Raven looked shocked for a brief moment. She'd hit the nail on the head as it were. Though his reasons for it were different than what she was probably thinking. He cleared his throat before speaking. "I only flirt when flirted with! And besides... it was you who sought me out as soon as I entered the bar. I just answered your call."
Razhiel She smiled at his shocked expression and leaned back once more. 'Pfft. I was merely looking. And it's hard not to be curious when someone different comes along.' Her eyebrows rose at the mention of different that he continuously avoids. 'Answered my call... I bet had I not even looked your way you would have come talk to me.'
Raven "That's a bet you would have lost," Raven said indignantly. Though it was true that she was an interesting person, princess or not. Then he took on a teasing voice. "You've certainly done a lot more than looking since then. You easily could have refused my offer at chess."
Razhie l'I doubt I'd have lost that bet. Guess we will never know.' She drank the last shot. The alcohol had no effect on her clarity though it helped ease the tension from the past day's events. Razhiel gave him a level stare. 'It is no secret that I go after what I want.'
Raven "I guess not," Raven agreed and took another shoot as well. It did affect him if drank enough. But he hadn't hit that point just yet. He had, however, hit the point where it would interfere with his magic. His eyebrow rose at her last statement, and a sense of unease washed over him. "And what do you want?"
Razhiel Razhiel was watching him closely. She saw something and the corners of her mouth tilted upward slightly but not enough to be considered a smile. 'Something I shouldn't.' 'Especially with you.' Now she was being vague.
Raven Raven forced himself to calm down. She was trying to manipulate him and he knew it. He just had to not get caught up in it. Even as the not quite smile that her face was slowly turning into left him even more unnerved than before. "Especially with me huh?"
Razhiel Her head tilted slightly as if considering something. 'Yes, especially with you.' She leaned forward, hands clasped on top of the table, purposely giving him view of her cleavage. 'Does it usually make you nervous when a girl propositions you?' Her tone amused. 'Or is it the alcohol? Maybe both.'
Raven "I'm not nervous," Raven responded and did his best to look calm. At the part where she showed him her cleavage, his face took on a blush, but he kept eye contact. "It's probably the alcohol."
Razhiel She couldn't help but smile now. 'I got you to blush. That's cute.' Razhiel sat up straight. 'And you kept control.' She untied her cloak and let it pool in the chair. 'Did you think I wanted to battle you? That is also a viable option. It would entertain me as much as going upstairs would.'
Raven "I'd rather not battle," Raven shook his head slowly before shrugging. He was calming down, especially when she sat back. Still, he couldn't help feeling tempted at 'going upstairs'. "Though, that's an interesting mix of pass times." Razhiel 'I can't help but feel if we did battle I may have the advantage.' She stood pushing her chair back. Shrugging she replied, 'Can't help if I am entertained by extremes. You only live once.' She walked to his side of the table and held out her hand, Palm facing up.
Raven "You're right," Raven took her hand and let her help him up. There was enough alcohol in his system to impair his judgment a little. Coupled with the crushing loneliness that followed, he doubted he could fight at peak performance after getting close to her like he had been over the last week. "If only because I wouldn’t want to raise the wrath of the people around the city."
Razhiel She tugged his hand, leading him to a door through which was a hallway that held stairs. 'Hmm. You seem the type of person who would risk the wrath of the world if it meant doing the right thing... And not all of the people in the city would rise against you if such happened.' She began walking up the stairs, still leading him by his hand.
Raven "Heh... I guess you have me pegged better than I thought you did," Raven shrugged and rolled his eyes. He let himself get led up, but not dragged. His hand was unusually warm, almost hot to the touch. "But, I'd do it for a good reason. Not just playing around."
Razhiel Something in his tone had her turning around half way up the stairs. She stepped down until she was just one step above him and their faces were inches from each other. 'I never said you would do anything just to play around. And a battle between us would be a very serious matter. People like us, people who are decent where it counts, have seen too much death to play around in such matters... This right now... I am not playing around.' She leaned forward and kissed him softly, so softly to be touched by a feather. 'I may tease. But I do not make decisions lightly.' Razhiel turned back around and started up the stairs but did not pull. His hand felt good. Warm. Normally other people felt cold to her since her body ran a few degrees warmer than normal. The warmth coming from his hand indicated he ran even hotter than her.
Raven Raven's heart skipped a beat at the kiss. He'd wanted to protest, but she had valid points. And that taste... the coolness of her lips. He followed after her, though not super fast. He murmured behind her quietly, "I guess I'm not either then..."
Razhiel Stopping before a door she turned the handle and pushed the door open. The furnishings were light, the fragrance of lilacs coming from two candles on the dresser. A simple large bed, desk with books, and a chest at the end of the bed made up the rest of the room. A large circular rug covered most of the wooden floor. Razhiel let go of his hand, stepping into the room, her eyes lit on the candles. 'I normally stay here on rough nights. The lilac scent helps with my dreams.' She explained to no one, slightly self conscious with the room.
Raven "I've stayed at worse," Raven shook his head slowly. He had a strong feeling lilacs were going to constantly remind him of her now. Well, it couldn't be helped. He gently closed the door behind him and took in the sights as he spoke. "And it's not an unpleasant scent."
Razhiel She didn't turn around when she heard the door shut behind her. Her eyes closed as she took a quiet deep breath. Dreams. Bad dreams. Before her mind could continue the line of thought her admittance brought on she had exhaled and let her mind focus on now. Despite the strong smell of lilac all she could smell was him.
She turned around, eyes on his as she closed the space between them. Tall for a woman, she still had to reach as she pressed her lips against his. Her hands reached up, sliding under his jacket and over his shoulders, taking his jacket off. It wasn't much longer before there was a pounding on the door with a yelled 'Milady!' Razhiel groaned in exasperation at the interruption, calling out 'What?'
"It's about Lily," the voice on the other side of the door continued. His tone was strained, like he was forcing himself to stay composed. "A messenger made it to the palace with news of her death." Razhiel froze. She turned her face sideways to call out, her tone level, 'I'll be down in ten minutes. Go.' She rested her head on Ravens chest, silent. She could hear his heartbeat and began to count in her head as a way to compose herself before moving.
Raven "..." Raven could practically taste the pain radiating off of Raz. After a minute he spoke. "If you'd like I can stay here tonight, in case you return."
Razhiel She was silent for the longest time; the only sound her quiet breaths. Her mind had stopped. 'Fate.' A whisper. A deep breath, an off thought of knowing she would never forget his smell. Letting him go she stepped out of his embrace. She picked his jacket up off the floor and set it gently on the bed. A finger traced one of the blazing wings. She had yet to look him in the face. 'I am going to have to leave for awhile... I will stop by here before dawn. ‘She turned, walking to the door. Raven"Then I shall wait," Raven nodded slowly. He offered her a more genuine smile as she traced her fingers across the wing of his jacket. "So don't worry about me. Just focus on what you need to."
Razhiel Razhiel looked at him, nodded and slipped out. There were no tears, no grimace on her face, just a deep sadness within her violet eyes. Razhiel Reaching downstairs she was met by a pair of pained dark brown eyes. 'Do we know how it happened?' She asked as she grabbed her forgotten cloak and pulled it on. 'In the line of duty,’ was the response she got. 'Human or non human?' 'Non-human and it's already been taken care of.' 'Humph,’ She gave noncommittal grunt as she pulled up her hood and secured the tie. Kan decided to push further, 'Upstairs..' 'Don't,' Her reply sharp and short as she cut him off. A sigh and than 'You will have to talk to me sometime.' She walked towards the door, 'It won't be today.' With that they strode from the bar, onto horses, and promptly kicked the horses to a gallop on their way to the castle.
Stepping into her father's office, he promptly stood and gathered her in his arms. 'I am sorry love. Lily was an extraordinary woman.' She wrapped her arms around him. Moments like these were rare. 'I have to go pay my respects.' Her father held her and said 'of course.' Looking up at him, 'But what about the situation here?' His eyes kind as he replied, 'We will be here when you return. Take care of Lily.' She stepped back, mind on travel preparations. 'We will leave within the hour and I will return as soon as I can. With travel that most likely won't be until a month from now.' Her father merely nodded. Taking a stance, right fist over heart, she bowed her head, 'Father.' With that she strode out to get everything she would need. Leaving a pissed off Kan outside with the horses, she entered the bar from the back door. Climbing the stairs, she took of the cowl that covered her entire face except her eyes and let it rest upon her shoulders. Her entire wardrobe was black including her boots, pants, long sleeved shirt, cloak, and the cowl. Her hair braided tightly and tucked within the cloak. She opened the door without knocking.
Raven Raven sat on the bed alone and tried to shake his thoughts. He found himself conflicted. She was... He was possibly going to be fighting her father soon. He shouldn't have... It only would have made things worse if it came to blows. But then the door opened snapping him from his thoughts. "Hello again."
Razhiel There he sat, on the bed. Her bed. She let her eyes drift over him as she stepped deeper into the room. He looked unsettled, tho the candle light hit him in all the right places. It distracted her a bit but her heart felt heavy now. She couldn't contain, couldn't hide the pain, her weakness, her vulnerability. Razhiel swallowed, looked to the side and gave a small smile. 'Hello.'
Raven "You look like someone who just had their life turned upside down," Raven said, a wry smile playing at his face. He remembered when Draco left... He motioned for her to sit next to him on the bed by patting it gently. "I've been there you know. In my own way. That pain can be rather troublesome to wrestle with if you keep it in."
Razhiel 'To show weakness is to lose before the battle even begins. It is... Vulnerability. But you have caught me during a rough week.' She sat where he patted. Raven "What if there's no battle to be had?" Raven asked raising an eyebrow. He was slouched forward, sounding as thoughtful as he looked. "We aren't enemies you and I."
Razhiel 'There are all kinds of battles. Not just of the war variety.' She turned her head to look at him. 'For example, by being vulnerable in your presence now I am giving you a piece of me I cannot get back. You see my sadness, feel my pain. That is... Intimate for lack of a better word. So I have lost the battle.' She gave a slight smirk, 'We are not enemies yet.' Her hand reached up, playing with his hair.
Raven "In my experience, it's not a battle between people," Raven chuckled slightly, but seemed to lean into her hand slightly. "From what I've seen that's simply how people get closer together. Well, not that I'm any expert anyway."
Razhiel Razhiel smiled at that. 'Umhm.' She murmured in reply to his not an expert comment. She didn't comment further on it. Maybe it was how people got closer, she wouldn't know. But what happened when those people became enemies... Than it was a battle. Lost or not she didn't think she would change any of the time spent with him. She glanced at the door. 'I have to leave.'
Raven "That's how it is for our kind, isn't it?" Raven gave a sad chuckle and shrugged. "Always off to the next fight. The next big event in our lives.""I don't know the person who died, and I'm sure you don't want honeyed words about her," Raven said with a small shrug. "So I guess... All I'll say is farewell on your travels. And maybe one day we'll run into each other again." Razhiel Razhiel stood but instead of going towards the door she stepped in front of Raven. Her hand soft under his chin, she lifted his head and pressed her lips against his. 'Farewell,' she whispered against his lips. Turning she wrapped the cowl around her head until only her eyes shown through as she walked to the door. The candle light gleamed in her eyes as she looked back once before closing the door and disappearing.
Freya Angelus- Merging of two souls. x923 Metal pierced her chest. Time slowed. A burning began, surrounding the flesh pierced by the blade. A cursed blade. ‘The gall of this slayer.’ Her lashed out, heart stuttered. Looking the devil in the eyes, she met his triumphant grin with a predatory smile upon her maw. She had sustained a fatal strike, there was no coming back from this. While the slayer believed she had exhausted her magic during their grueling battle, she had a last resort.
Much like the surprised cursed blade he had conjured from the shadows, which now drank her life force, her last resort was essentially self destruction. Using the rest of the life force that had not yet been eaten by the blade, she braided it together and darkness began to invade the outer edges of her vision. It would be a test of wills now until it was complete. She was a dragon, a dragon was nothing but will.
He had invaded her territory, her home, thinking to take advantage. Wrong. Oh how wrong those arrogant humans are, she though viscously. The trees around them moved forward, pushed through the dirt until they formed a circle around the two combatants. Trunks touched and leaned inward until they created a canopy in the sky blocking out the sun, branches weaved together. It was dark, vibrant green eyes glowed hauntingly, eyes never leaving his face.
Roots and vines shot out of the ground, wrapping the two together, caressing every inch of them as they wound dragon, blade, and slayer together. The last thing she saw was the terror in his eyes and his screams were like songs to her ears. Briars pierced their bodies, squeezing as blood spilled upon the ground. The space between them and the trees became nonexistent as it filled with briars, vines, roots, and plant life. The trees themselves were impenetrable, briars wrapping through every inch of them. When all had gone quiet there was nothing but an impenetrable circle of trees, unnaturally bent inward with briars wound around them.
Deep forest green eyes opened. The room cast in shadows by the torches that lined the dome like structure she appeared to be in. Reptilian eyes penetrated those shadows, seeing all within. Hooded figures, nine in total lined the walls at intervals. She caught all of this as she turned her head this way and that. Bare skin brushed against a type of soft fleece covering a solid slab as she awoke laying on her back.
Sitting up slowly, she stretched cat-like unconcerned about the humans in the room. She was unsure of how she had gotten here, wherever here was. Eyes gleaming in the darkened room, staring at the nondescript robed figures. Placing her feet upon the ground, the coldness within the stone hit her. With it came information. Stone is natural, its nature spoke to her and with it came the information of how it came to be formed here in this dome-like structure.
The memory of her death crashed through her mind. Vivid. Real. It was staggering. Palms against the cool stone as she fell onto her hands and toes. Panting, she replayed the memory through her mind over and over. Her over sensitive ears could hear the collective whispered chanting of the figures around her. Green slitted orbs stared at the hand before her. Hands she controlled but were not her own. Gone were the dark tan long fingers, replaced by smooth light skin.
Despite the body belonging to another, her being and power resided within. “You dare?!?” A feral growl accompanied the yell, echoing throughout the room. Teeth bared in a silent snarl, canines elongated. “Meddling humans who think you are gods.” Her back arched suddenly, the pressure in the room increased dramatically as magic began to build within. The sound of skin tearing and bones breaking bounced off the walls. Wings burst from her back. Dark, leathered, and strong with clawed ends. The rustic smell of iron permeated the room as blood seeped down her back from the base of her shoulder blades where bones of her wings now resided.
The chanting became louder, more urgent as it was spat from their mouths. Underneath the uniformed speech, short pants turned to even, slow breathing. She stood slowly, wings arched and spread fully behind her. Shadows across her form giving the appearance of something moving beneath her skin. She looked like the Angel of Death as her eyes glowed and fiery hair flared. Her nose began to bleed, a combination of their incessant chanting meant to subdue her and the toll her presence was taking on the body.
“I am no demon. Your pitiful incantations has little effect on a creature whose power and soul resides in life itself. “ A wave of her arm and all of the robed figures were thrown against the wall. Cracks appeared throughout the floor. The walls began to shake. Her being was the epitome of rage.
‘How dare these temporary creatures play with nature? Always unbalancing the universe. There will be a consequence for her revival.’ With that thought, more cracks appeared and ran up the walls. Swiping her arm across her face she smeared the blood, only successfully removing a portion of it. The huge stone doors blew outward, green vines emerging from multiple cracks. “My Lady.” Her wings tucked in as she spun around, hand gripping his throat as she lifted him from the ground. He had not been in the room before. More magic. Slits narrowed as he stared unflinchingly at her. He had yet to struggle and she did not smell nor see any indication that he was afraid. Deep down inside she felt fondness for this human before her. An attachment, strong. Eyes narrowed even further as her hand tightened in response. His expression remained calm, arms at his sides despite the lack of oxygen. She felt a stirring, something or someone rather, clawing from the darkened depths of the body.
“This body is occupied?”Her tone incredulous. “You tied two souls together. You tied a dragon to a human body. I will eat it alive.” Her nose had stopped bleeding, besides that the body seemed to have adjusted and accepted its new host. “She is not human.” The dragon corrected herself. “ A venator daemonum. That is why they were using demon suppressing chants.”
The owner of the throat she was squeezing had yet to struggle despite having been withheld oxygen for long moments. “You would die for her?” Her tone amused, she squeezed even tighter. A grimace passed across her features. “She fights for you. She may yet survive me.”A look in his eyes placed a grin upon her face. “You are surprised? By her fighting for you?” Her hand suddenly opened and he dropped. Looking at her hand as if it were separate from her body, “Hmm. You must be very important to her.” Turning, she began to walk through the doors.
“Wait.” A command, even if it were a bit gravelly. A command which had her hackles raising. “I will not be caged.” The whisper of cloth against her skin had her pausing mid step. The brush of his fingers soft against the skin of her shoulders as he placed his cloak carefully under her wings and around her. Stepping in front of her, he brought the edges of the cloak together, buttoning it while keeping his eyes averted.
“Protecting your lover’s virtue?” Pursing his lips he replied, “I am her guardian, in this life and the next.” A raised eyebrow and the word “Right,” was all she said. He sighed, in similar fashion as if her were talking to Razhiel, “The woman whose body you share is important. She deserves better.” Without elaborating he stepped back and stiffened slightly as he met her eyes. “What color are my eyes?” “A green so dark it brings to mind pine trees in snow.” “What color are her eyes?” “Violet” “Violet what?” Though his expression did not change, his eyes seemed to convey his displeasure as he sighed again. “If fire were the color purple, that would describe her eyes.” His voice quiet.
Her demeanor thoughtful as moments passed.
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