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Malaysia NightReaver

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About Malaysia NightReaver

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  1. The Prince and the Spire [Quest]

    As the creature screamed and flailed about, attempting to harm the Prince in the midst of its own destruction, the flames failed to do any harm to Aremis. His draconic armor protected him from the heat, and as he struggled to balance the fine line between being in his human and dragon form, he watched in amazement as the creature started to fall apart, and little become consumed by the ashes. Azure hues stared at the pile on the floor as the flames began to devour the building around him. He wasn’t sure what to do next, perhaps it was due to the fact that he expected much more of a fight. Taking a step back, he pivoted off his feet and ran out the crumbling door and into the open air. “Aremis!” He heard the crowd yell in praise, and glancing at Maribelle and then back to the villagers and knights, he calmed himself with deep breathes. The dragon armor went back into his skin and his claws turned back into gauntlet covered fingertips. With a sigh of relief, he nodded back at Maribelle letting her tend to the wraith’s victims. One of the guards approached the Prince, placing a hand on his shoulder and looking him in the eyes. “We thank you, Prince Aremis. You have just saved many lives in the face of danger. Come, you must be hungry and need a soft bed to rest on. It’s the least we can do.” The young prince thought about his for a second, he would be so grateful to place his head on a soft pillow and mattress, and his stomach did gurgle for food. However, was this what his father wanted for him? This was supposed to be a challenge and he had to find his strength on his own, but also being a ruler meant to take pride in your people. Taking one last look at Maribelle, he addressed the guard, “Thank you for your hospitality. We will stay for dinner, but unfortunately we cannot stay in the village. Your people are safe now, and we must be on our way.” “Very well, my prince.” The Golden shield turned and moved towards the city hall where food was served in the evening for the village patrons. Before following, Aremis turned to Maribelle and joined her at her side. “How are they looking? Will they be okay?” Speaking of the injured villagers.
  2. The Prince and the Spire [Quest]

    Aremis calmly watched as the wraith decided to fade into the storm, becoming invisible to the naked eye. But he was no ordinary human, his senses gave him an upper advantage. Eyes squinted and his brows furrowed as the droplets of rain rolled down his matted hair and face. Being no more than ten feet off the ground, he caught a glimpse of the light pouring out through the door that just slammed open. How could he have missed it? “There!” He yelled out, and immediately folded his weeks to drop to the sloppy ground before bolting towards the door. Immediately he loosed the arrow, which still was being fed by the holy water directly at the wraith. Unsuspecting, it hit the wraith dead on. Only feet in front of Maribelle, the creature’s high pitched screech filled the room and then some as Aremis barged into the door followed by the other Golden shields. Grabbing a hold of the silver dagger in his left hand with the bow in his right, he moved to the left placing himself between the wraith and Maribelle. “Get them to safety!” he had told the other guards, “The fire will not last long.” The creature’s arms were flailing about as he moved about the room, nearly igniting everything in it’s path. He still had the bowl of holy water outside. As the Golden Shield’s had begun to usher Maribelle out of the room, whole two more picked up the bodies of the victims, he was the last one to step out of the door before bending down dipping both sides of the dagger in the holy water before standing back up. It was now or never. He wouldn’t risk touching the wraith without his armor. Asking for the dragon within, he could feel his body begin to transform. The draconic plates started to covers his arms and hands and his neck, long talons reaching out and now holding his weapons. It was a struggle attempting to remain focused.. When he thought he was done, and he was protected where he needed to be, he walked back into the flame. He was not sure if the wraith could disappear while being lit up, but he crouched down and crept forward at a fast pace, bringing the holy water dagger around, and with a swing, he attempted to stab the creature in the heart..
  3. The King's Sword

    As they reached the top of the spire, Alukai’s eyes took a quick look around before gazing into the fire. It was a beautiful thing and ignited the entire room in a golden glow and he slowly moved towards it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ayden start to address a hooded figure. Alukai could tell by the man’s scent that he was of dragon blood. Stepping up to the flame he held out his hand, teasing the fire with his palm and finger tips as he packed it back and forth, his fingers dancing as the blaze lightly kissed his flesh, but did little to no harm. Venomous hues turned towards the interaction between his brother and Raxiz, and waiting patiently for their moment to pass. It was then that Raxiz asked a question, and the chaotic prince was too happy to answer. Stepping away from the inferno, Alukai moved to Ayden’s side and lightly bowed his head, placing a hand over his abdomen and breaking at the waist. Even though the Young Prince was as powerful as anyone here, this Dragon seemed to demand respect, without even saying a word. The Chaotic Prince also knew of the journey that he and Ayden had endured and that they were nearly at their wits end. They had exhausted all of their leads, and came here in pure desperation, hoping and praying that the keeper of the Spire may be able to help them in some way, shape or form. “I apologize for the intrusion, My lord Raxiz,” Alukai was not sure how to address him, “I would like to thank you for allowing us into the spire, our journey has been long and hard and has not yet been finished. The Underworld has taken my neice, Ayden’s daughter, the Princess of Vdara, Anastasia Nedane. We have been searching for her for almost a month and had no luck in finding her; whether she is dead or alive, we have come here in hope that you will be able to assist us in locating her so that we may bring her back home where she belongs.”
  4. Revelation of the Past

    The moment was upon them, and their lips were locked and she felt the warmth and caress of his skin on hers. If she could have pulled him any closer, she would have. Yet as he held onto her so tight, she felt his member drawing closer to her nether regions. Every inch of her ached for him to be inside of her, and she nearly trembled at his touch, longing to be with him completely. It had been so long since she had subjected herself to sexual activity, that their kiss was broke as she had to take a deep breath as he made that final thrust and penetrated her. At first, it was pain that she felt but then that pain had dissipated and then there was pure pleasure. She exhaled with a moan, teeth gingerly finding the curve of his neck, dragging them lightly across his skin with gentle nibbles before trekking up back towards his left ear. Again she struggled to apply words to her mouth, her whimpered in between staggered, heavy breaths. Her eyes closed as she nuzzled into his cheek, her teeth and tongue lightly assaulting his ear. “I love you..” her whisper was soft and full of emotion, it was then that she allowed herself to go back to the moment. There was nothing more passionate, or perfect.
  5. Image/Signature host

    Oh I do, I have my images backed up in several places!! I don't play, haha.
  6. Image/Signature host

    I have officially come to the Dark Side. Thank you, boys!
  7. Image/Signature host

    Yeah, I'm old ;) lol I hardly ever went on there unless I needed to upload something new, and that was rare. But $400 is not happening! lol
  8. Image/Signature host

    Thanks all, and yes, I will join you.. as long as I get cookies. And milk. ;) lol
  9. Image/Signature host

    So, I have been using photo bucket as long as I can remember. Well now they want me to pay $400 a year to use it, and to use my signatures for "third party hosting." Soo.. I must move my signatures. What does everyone else use??
  10. The Prince and the Spire [Quest]

    Aremis saw as the wraith started to roam the grounds and lure out those that were inside of the village hall. Why did he not think of that? Generally they would be sitting ducks if that thing went in there. Clearly the Prince was relying solely on the general nature of the wraith wanting to finish off what she had started. Perhaps the Wraith was just teasing those that were inside of the hall, and in truth Aremis truly wasn’t sure what to do. What if the thing touched him? What if the holy water didn’t work? What if Maribelle was injured? So many questions.. “Stand your ground.” He spoke aloud. He had an idea. Perhaps he could draw the wraith away from the town people. Releasing his wings, they revealed themselves from behind his cloak and stretched high above him. Dipping the arrow in the holy water, he lit it on fire before stepping out into the rain. Holding the flame down so that the rain would not catch it, he launched himself into the air only so that he was remaining stationary. Her wings held him steadily in the rain, hoping it would catch the Wraith’s attention. He was sure it was not that often that she had seen a winged individual in her path. Let alone a dragon. Let alone a prince.
  11. A Mother's love (Open)

    Mere seconds is all that they had, and while inside of the astral plane it seemed to drag on. Deep blue pools landed on Anastasia, and for what seemed to be a prolonged moment, Malaysia paused only to ask herself, is this a dream? Her lovely daughter was there right in front of her, yet her pale skin was not so fragile as it once was, and she had strong black, feathered wings that appeared to be dragging her down. How could this be? The Angelic Goddess was confused, but it was when her beloved daughter’s hand grabbed hold of hers, that she swiftly snapped out of her thoughts. Instinctively her hand snatched up Ana’s and quickly yanked her into her arms. “Ana!” Cool hands landed on Anastasia’s shoulder, stead firm on her embrace. She had no time, no time to provide any comfort to her daughte, not in the way that she wanted to anyway. But she did know how good it felt to have Anastasia in her arms again, it was all she ever dreamed of and wished for, “I've got you, you’re safe now.” Glancing up to the darkness, where it seemed to be creeping in by inches, it was now creeping in by yards. “We have to go.” She pulled Ana with her, turned towards the portal that brought her here and that would allow both of them to pass back into Castle Nedane. She noticed Florin, “Go!” Is all she could muster as she ushered her and Ana towards the portal. "Keep going! Go, go!" Each stride brought them so much closer, yet as they were right before it she suddenly felt a firm hand wrap around her waist. “Anastasia,” she yelled. A right hand placing on the back of her daughter’s hand and shoving her forward through the portal. It would be by her power that the young princess would find herself flying through it, only to stumble onto the cold floor of the throne room. Malaysia’s tried to pass through the portal, but something held her back. She saw the light of the portal quickly falling into darkness as the black cloud surrounded her, suffocating her. The portal behind Anastasia would close as she hit the ground. There was nothing she, Malaysia or Florin could do. Without a trace, Malaysia was gone. @A Pretty Cool Guy
  12. Revelation of the Past

    It was all rather slow, as he paused to undress himself, the way he was looking at her as she too quietly admired his chiseled form. He was quite the male specimen; he had all the curves in all of the right places, and his abdomen and chest had looked as if it was perfectly crafted from stone. She noticed his veins popping out of his forearms and in those few seconds, she had wondered why it had taken so long for them to get to this moment. Then she remembered that they were always on the run for fear that somebody was hunting them. It was here, in this beautiful place that they had found sanctuary in their environment, as well as each other. He leaned forward and crept up her body so that they bodies would become aligned, and as her sun kissed globes looked longingly into his beautiful brown eyes, his lips found hers in heated passion. Hands were quick to find his shoulders and slowly ran along his back and behind his neck, as she closed her eyes and returned the kiss with increased fervor. Never had she felt this way about anyone in her life, and I’m sure later she would reflect and ask herself, is this how her parents love was? She knew that they loved one another fiercely, so much so that they risked their lives for one another on a constant basis. There was a possibility that that was the reason their bond was so strong, would she follow in their footsteps with this man? As she felt his body lean into her, her left forearm would brace on his back and pull him down on top of her while her other hand ran delicately through his hair. Her lean and muscular left leg would curl up at his side, brushing his hip ever so lightly before sliding it up near his ribcage, the tip of her toes rubbing across the upper portion of his thigh. Never did she break their kiss however, crimson lips remained locked onto his.
  13. A Mother's love (Open)

    Kalicity is still sleeping.. please skip her.
  14. A Mother's love (Open)

    She could see the struggle on Lukas’s face as he tried to come to a decision. She saw fear and apprehension in his eyes, and she could only wonder why. Every person had gone through the own trials and tribulations in life, and there were times when those tragic moments desire to be forgotten, forgiven, and left in the past. Calmly she rotating her wrist to draw Talon’s angle further away from Lukas, the Queen felt something stir in the air. Captain’s Raze’s light footsteps echoed in the room as he stepped in through one of the side doors and stood calmly up against the wall, as he took in what was going on. She continued to watch Lukas as whatever internal strife he was fighting with, was weighing deep on his heart. Tears rolled down that hurt ridden face, and she could only sigh. Any other time, she would have been on her knees, offering him some type of comfort. However she was Queen, and if she did that to every single person then she would see an endless line of tearful individuals waiting for her caress. “Lukas, you do not need to give an immediate answer. I am aware that this is a lot to ask and you may take the time needed for you to consider my offer. Now please, dry your tears. I did not mean to make you sad,” That was when the whole world would change in a second. Through the lovely vaulted ceilings, Florin came soaring at high speeds through the air. To his knee’s he came and Malaysia’s focus became fixated on the spirit as she sensed his panic. "Your daughter is trapped in another plane. I heard her! I spoke to her... You must go to Kullo Astar right now!" The words went into one ear to process, and she had so many questions but apparently time was of the essence. “You found her?” Another plane? There was thousands of planes out there but she would start with the most obvious. "She said we must hurry, I think something terrible will happen to her if we don't solve this in time!" “Thank you Florin. Captain Raze, take over until I or the King Returns. I’m sorry gentlemen, I must leave.” Tossing Talon to Captain Raze, the man caught the blade with one hand as she marched off towards the entrance. There was no time left to lose. A part of her wished Ayden was here so that she can tell him where she was going but that was not an option. The Darkness came in one sweep, the pitch black tendrils opened up a portal for her to step through. In an instant, she would be at the temple known as Kullo Astar, where her mother Kalicity had her own room to pay praise to for those that wished it. “Ana?!” She yelled out. She didn’t see anyone, did not feel anyone’s immediate presence. Then she remembered that Florin had told her that she was on another plane. It had been ages since she had been in the astral plane, and she only hoped that she remembered how to get there. Black wings stretching out behind her, she closed her eyes and cleared her mind. There was a thought process that went along with these, and she had to think, and imagine herself stepping through that bright portal. Then she felt a wisp of pure energy run through her, a soft delicate breeze running through her hair and then, nothing. Inhaling the cool air, Malaysia opened her eyes and there was a soft golden haze accenting Kullo Astar. She looked around, and to her hands and body, convincing herself that she had made it where she was supposed to be. She heard footsteps outside. Her heart skipped a beat with with anxiety and anticipation. “Anastasia? Is that you?!”
  15. The Prince and the Spire [Quest]

    There was a moment between Aremis and Maribelle, and she handed him the bowl with the holy water he gazed softly into her eyes. He could see her worry and concern, and he admired her for her courage staying inside with the girl. “Stay safe.” He nodded to her, “Same to you.” Then the door popped open with the Golden Shield handing over the silver dagger. Placing the arrow back into its holster and tucking the bowl underneath his left arm, he looked down at the dagger before taking it into his right hand. “That’s perfect. Thank you.” Tucking it into his belt, he grabbed the bowl one more time before taking one more glance over his shoulder to Maribelle then moving forward through the entry door and shutting it behind him. He took care to place the bowl underneath the awning so it would be standing right next to him, but away from the rain. The cool droplets clinked as it hit his armor and cloak and he looked side to side to the Golden Shield’s that had joined him. Quickly he drew a few of his arrows, and dipped them in the Holy water before replacing them. He left one out to place on the string of his bow, he hadn’t thought about the rain when he had said he was going to draw a line of fire. Having took notice of the lanterns behind him, he instinctively turned to break one a side of the glass, revealing the fire within it. He too, grabbed it by the handle and set it on it’s side underneath the awning so the flame would be readily available. The rest of the glass surrounding it should prevent it from spreading. Aremis was doing everything possible not to unleash the dragon within. Although he knew that it would probably be beneficial, he did not want to see anyone else get hurt.
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