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  1. Malaysia NightReaver-Nedane

    Exploration of the Desert: Where Malaysia and Ayden first met.. The First Dance: And here is where Malaysia and Ayden shared their first dance.. The Gift of Flight: Together Ayden and Malaysia decide to stretch their wings.. Full Circle: Continued from The Gift of Flight, Ayden and Malaysia’s adventure continues as well does their affection for one another: A cautionary tale: Continued from Full Circle: A Pristine Beginning: This starts with Malaysia being into the second trimester of her pregnancy, and being in the arms of the one she holds most dear. The Royal Wedding: The Dragon King and Imperial Goddess finally join one another in holy matrimony, and the entire nation is invited to enjoy the celebration of their marriage. Bloodstone Dragon: On his quest to obtain more power to protect his family and slay his enemies, Ayden aims to locate the Bloodstone Dragon... Thick as Blood: Continued from the BloodStone Dragon Malaysia receives a guest seeking an eternal favor.. Ayden and Malaysia receive envoys from the Emperor.. Ayden and Malasyia's twins, Anastasia and Aremis go off on an adventure.. only to find danger in their wake.. The Obstinate Marquis: In places not wanted: After damage has been done to her sister's lovely city, the Queen of Vdara found herself in the city to clean up her children's exploit's which lead her to meeting a most charismatic individual by the name of Marquis Zantara.
  2. Enjoying my time reading old RP threads about the adventures of Malaysia and Ayden <3 Good times! 

  3. Unforeseen Chaos

    She “tsked” her lips once after his remark. Even though she lacked the memory recall, she understood enough. The fact that Colvin had tried to scold her on knowing so little, spoke of his arrogance. She wasn’t ignorant or stupid, she was Kalicity, and the Dark Goddess was able to piece the puzzle together with simplicity. She looked at the Golden Shield’s as she walked towards them with long flowing strides. She heard him thank her for whatever ‘service’ she had offered, and a soft smirk formed across his lips. Despite the power in his voice, she slightly chuckled beneath her breath and whispered, “You’re welcome. I’m sure you’ll be back for more.” One of the Golden Shield’s had opened the door for her and she stepped through the threshold. While this meeting had been unexpected, it was relatively short and sweet. Between interactions she would now be able to ponder about all that she had seen, what it truly meant, and provide some type of answer for her youngest son upon his return. However at this time, it was now time to face her granddaughter. The beautiful and youthful Princess of Vdara. I am a grandmother.. Her voice echoed in the back of her mind, she had to come to terms with this rather quickly as she made way back into the throne room. -Exit Kalicity-
  4. The Prince and the Spire [Quest]

    With his sword resting across his lap, Aremis fell asleep with his back to the wall. It was not what he had in mind when he said he was going to stay at the hotel, but he wasn’t going to allow Maribelle to be disturbed in any sort of fashion. He felt horrible for breaking and entering in her room in the middle of the night, all of a whim that she might be in trouble. Perhaps his dear companion had admired it, or maybe she thought something else. Either way, he was doing what he had to. It was the subtle softness of her bare feet walking across the floor that stirred the prince from his slumber. Baby blues popped open with a flutter, and he was forced to squint due to the soft illumination of the hallway. Maribelle had already stepped back into her room and as his eyes adjusted he slowly leaned forward with a groan. His back was not happy, nor was his neck from sleeping in such an awkward position. Hands went above his head as he stretched out before combing his hair back away from his face. His cleaned clothing had been set right beside him and then he remembered he was basically dressed in rags from his midnight excursion. Grabbing his sword with his right hand the prince found himself to his feet as he looked towards Maribelle’s door. He could tell that she was up as he could hear her stirring on the other side. Reassuring himself that she was okay, picking up his clothing he went back into his own room. His body yearned to lay back down on the bed and get some more rest but with the sun peaking over the horizon, it just was not in the cards. Removing his shredded clothing and replacing it with his more regal attire, he moved to the bathroom area to continue to prepare for the morning events to come.
  5. The Angel and The Dragon

    Through matted hair and sweaty eyebrows, Malaysia heard another come into the room. “That’s enough.” His voice was deep, booming, and slowly she peeked out of the corner of her eye. "It is almost time. The Inversion will be completed soon enough." She had heard about this inversion, even in the presence of the Queen they had shared rather intimate details. Despite being rather disoriented the majority of the time, Malaysia was able to pick up the majority of the conversations. It didn’t look good. Apparently the Underworld had been working on a detail, which would force her to turn on her husband and become what would be her worst nightmare. They warranted this on her deepest and darkest desires, as if she had any. The Imperial Goddess was quite comfortable with how she is; sweet, kind, caring, giving, and vicious if needed. Her family was her world, she was grateful for everything that had gone through in her life. She had a strong belief that everything happens for a reason, and as unfortunate as this situation was, this was a needed situation. Needed so much that her husband could finally find the Underworld and defeat Xildax, and that she got to save her daughter and for that it was worth all of the excessive torment. There was a problem though with their plan of changing her into what she absolutely hated, for she really didn't hate anyone or anything. Malaysia had a deep understanding for the world, and hatred would not help the world to become a better place. In the depths of her heart, there was a fear that once lingered long ago, and that was she didn't want to be anything like her mother. Her whole life she strived to be the complete opposite and prevailed on many accounts. The concept of being nothing like Kalicity was the fact that Malaysia just didn’t want that, she was the Dark Goddess’s walking contradiction. She lived it, every single day. She no longer feared her mother and she simply understood where the Dark Goddess came from, and she knew in her heart that she would never be like her. She did not have the angry, merciless, power hungry and blood lusted disposition. Despite being a vampiric angel, having passed through hell’s gate and been in the hands of Satan himself, she was brought back to this world to offer her light and goodness so it did not fall into darkness. Perhaps the Underworld did not know this about her, perhaps it was something she could use to her advantage. There was a sudden disturbance that she faintly felt, but it was enough to stir this demon from his throne. He seemed pleased with these new arrivals, and in her heart she knew who it was. In response she attempted to struggle with her bindings but failed miserably. They had kept her too weak so that she could not fight back, let alone escape. The henchman watched as the Demon left, leaving his command. Immediately the henchman leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You’re lucky he showed up, my Queen.” He chuckled lightly. She looked to him briefly, her eyes narrowing. "Before this ends," she coughed, " I will kill you if my husband doesn't do it first." She managed to offer him a coy smile, "I will enjoy watching you die."
  6. The Prince and the Spire [Quest]

    The Prince stood there awkwardly in his unceremonious clothing and sword, knowing that he had made a mistake. Even though it was dark in the room, due to his vampiric blood he could see Maribelle as if it were bathed in the light of day. Although he did not notice her missing arm, only that she extremely embarrassed by the shade of her cheeks and hiding underneath her covers. When the in keep came, having been stirred by all the ruckus, Aremis quickly acted to alleviate the stress on his companion. “I’m so very sorry, sir. It was my mistake, I heard a noise and I simply wanted to make sure Maribelle was self. Clearly, I over reacted. Please do not worry about the door, I will pay for any damages and then some for your trouble.” The innkeeper didn’t notice the door right away but he nodded slowly as he listened to the Prince. “Oh don't worry about the door! It is an easy fix, All is forgiven your majesty, just glad you two are alright. Thank you again for your generosity.” He then once again bowed his head and stepped out of the room, leaving Aremis and Maribelle alone. By now the Prince was averting his gaze and looking down and towards the entry door that he just splintered to pieces. “Forgive me Maribelle, I- I just heard you scream and I was..afraid.. that you were in trouble. I could not live with myself if you got hurt under my watch. I will sleep outside your door to make sure that you are not bothered.” With one last soft glance and sheathing his sword, he then moved towards the threshold of the room. The door was still functional, but the frame of the door was broken so it would not long or close all the wall, but the Prince managed. “Good night, Maribelle.”
  7. The Prince and the Spire [Quest]

    Oblivious to the nearby threat that was attacking the NightReaver’s, the young Prince had fallen into a light slumber. However, his hearing was pretty acute and the rooms that he and Maribelle were given were side by side and the walls were paper thin. While he was beginning to dream, tucked away underneath a single sheet as he did not need covers to keep himself warm, a high pitched and muffled scream woke him. Sapphire hues popped up and he sat up in his bed. With a quick look around to assess his immediate surroundings, reminding himself that he was in a hotel room with his companion next door, the Prince quickly leapt to his feet ready to go and save his new found friend. But there was a delimma, he had no clothes to wear and he couldn’t imagine barging into her room with only a robe to cover himself up. Then he thought of his mother and what she had taught him so long ago, a skill that he rarely practiced due to his lack of interest at the time. Hesitating a first, he reached out his right hand and unraveled his fingers to open up the palm. The young Prince slowed his mind and urged the darkness to come to him, At first they were leisurely paced, thick black tendrils stretching out but not fully intertwining around him. Gritting his teeth, the young Prince sneered at this. “I don’t have time for this, come on!” It was a few more seconds before the shadows decided to come. He did not necessarily know how to command them as his mother did. Shadow weaving was a trait specific to their family, and it was strong within their blood. The shadows whipped around him like an ebony wave and only to leave him a few seconds later with a pair of britches and a tattered white button up shirt. Aremis looked down in utter disappointment, “Really?? Ugh! I will talk to you later!” He looked like a beggar off the street as he grabbed his sword and bolted out the door. With the few minutes it took, no doubt the threat had either already gone or Maribelle had been fast asleep or abducted. Without knocking he took a shoulder to the door, the dead bolt broke off and the door opened with a loud crack! “Maribelle,” the voice left his mouth in a hurry as he came in with his weapon weilded out and ready for a fight only find his lovely friend underneath the covers and trying to fall asleep. She was most likely startled by how he entered or even more so by the way he was dressed. Even in the dim light he could see her plain as day, “Oh, I’m sorry.. I um- I heard you scream,” he said as he slowly lowered his weapon. “I, um- I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
  8. Unforeseen Chaos

    Kalicity was not weak, she was simply tired. For all that she had accomplished in her life, from going from a Legionnaire to the head Commander of an insidious army, to becoming a Queen and Goddess, with a Deity beside her. Expecting others to rise to the occasion, only to crumble and fall when she lost her lust for power. Everyone saw so much potential in her, yet the minute she laid down her weapons and wanted to pass on her legacy to her children, she was considered weak. She was simply tired of bleeding everyone dry and being ridiculed for not being what they wanted her to be. Her memory, her legend, meant nothing. And when Gabriela wanted Kalicity to be her advisor, and live in a world of collected calmness, a weary heart could not let go of her past. The Dark Goddess was so conflicted in the end, all she wanted was to let go of the constant swell and ache she felt, so much so that she did the unthinkable and allowed Malice to claim his bounty and end the feud that never should have happened in the first place. Yes, she discarded Colvin, but he wasn’t the only one she left behind. Their paths had been altered, their wants and needs had changed. With the pregnancy of Alukai, she actually wanted her wayward child to have a better life than she did. At a young age she was taken in by a group of merciless warlords and warriors, and was taught that was the only thing to live for. She did not want him to have her life, she wanted him to be well rounded. She wanted him to know that even if he was born a God, that he would not spend his time in the clouds not getting to know what the rest of the world had to offer. She had accepted her faults and did not want her youngest son to make the same mistakes that she did, was that so wrong? Her crystal blue eyes softened as he came even closer to her, staring deep into those brewing emerald hues as he continued to answer her questions. She listened quietly, taking it all in and analyzing it carefully. “How can I be naïve to something I do not remember? It is beyond me why I would take away my own memories as you suggest. If spending time in Weland Gorge has taught me anything, it’s that if I did this to myself, then there was a reason. I’m not saying it is a justifiable reason, but a reason none the less.” His energy continued to wrap around her and once again she detected his irritation with this meeting. She noticed the subtle quiver of his lip and an echo of emotion that reflected deep within his eyes. There was something there, a longing that refused to be reached. Then as he brought up a finger and pressed it to her chest, she simply took a glance at his hand before returning her lovely gaze back to him. “Weakness is viewed differently by many people, Colvin. What you may view as weakness, may be looked on by others as strength. I see no purpose on dwelling on the past, if I am who you say that I am, then I am here. If I am as strong as you claim, then eventually that potential will be reached, but first I must climb the stairs.” Whether he chose to walk away or stay, she decided to make a bold move. Again, she wasn’t sure why, perhaps he had brought that self-assurance out in her. Humbly lifting her right hand and slipping her lithe fingers through the shredded rags of his shirt, she placed her hand to his chest where his heart would be. He could move or push her away, or let her commit to this seeming trivial action. Never losing his stare, “And what do you feel?”
  9. The Underworld, At last

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  11. The Angel and The Dragon

    How long had it been since the Malaysia had been abducted? A week? 2 weeks? A month? 3 months? There was no grasp of time where she had been kept. It was dark and damp, and she was only fed the blood of an infant once a day. In the beginning, she had refused to feed as they walked through the door with a crying baby in their arms. She had told them that she would rather starve than harm an innocent child. Yet as the days dragged out and the punishment continued, they attempted to bleed out the vampiric angel time and time again, and eventually her innate instinct to survive forced her to feed. It was unfortunate, because since she had been captured her heightened senses were thrown off. Little did she know that her food was being laced with a type of poison, one that would dull her thinking and cause her mind to be susceptible to certain.. influences. Due to her age, her strength and bloodline, they chose this route. They knew it would be more difficult to take advantage of the Queen. Whereas the Princess was so young and had little to offer aside from torturing her parents with a potential loss of a loved one, the Imperial Goddess provided so much more to work with. Disoriented from the lack of sustenance and a constant strain of physical and mental abuse, the once strong willed Malaysia was weakened. There was not a whole lot that she could do, all she wanted was to go home and be in the arms of her husband. She wanted to kiss the forehead of her daughter and embrace her son in a hug, knowing that they were safe. Her yearning to kill and murder each and every one of these beings had fled, not due to lack of trying but more less, the lack of opportunity. Yet every time she rebelled, she was met with a sharply toned whip lash. Blood poured down her porcelain cheeks and gaping wounds down her back where her wings would be. She had not attempted to leave them out, for fear of someone trying to hack them off. That is a pain she did not wish to go through a second time. Her wounds would heal daily, and each day they would drag her out of her cell only to do it all over again. Then came the magic; it was the dark kind. The kind that threatened Anastasia’s very existence before she was born. They waited a full month before they started their preparation. They knew full well that the Underworld was not able to suppress her powers, she was much too strong for that. They had plans for Malaysia, the Queen of Vdara. How horrible would it be for the good King to come and rescue his wife, only to see her join the side of the enemy he was looking to defeat? With the return of Anastasia, it was only a matter of time before Ayden had found their lair. They had little time to play with, and as one of Xildar’s henchman walked up to Malaysia as she was strapped down to her chair, with a fencing sword in his left hand he lightly bent down to one knee while placing the other under her chin, lifting her face so that he may see those beautiful blue eyes. As blood poured from her gaping mouth, she slowly looked up to him through her disgustingly matted hair. “My Queen, are you ready?” @Ayden @Alukai
  12. The Prince and the Spire [Quest]

    The Prince took a soft sigh as Maribelle joined him. She offered a piece of advice and he slightly turned his head in her direction, as if offering an ear to what she had to say. He quickly responded, “Thank you Maribelle. Just thinking about my sister and mother is all. I'm not just a Prince, but a brother and a son worried for his family. The sooner I complete this task, the sooner I can join them again and I promise you, I will not be distracted come morning.” Returning a warm smile, he nodded lightly as she went to turn in for the evening. “Good night Maribelle, you did well today and I am grateful to have you at my side. Sleep well.” Watching her go up the stairs, the young Prince followed suite. His room was small but comfortable, providing a single queen bed, a closet, a dresser and cast iron bathtub that was already filled with hot soapy water in the vanity area, no doubt a small gift from the patrons of the inn. There was also a note a bag left on the dresser, stating that if he would like his clothes washed, to place it in the bag and leave it to hang on the door. Maribelle would also have these options waiting for her in her room. He welcomed it as he removed his clothing and his weapons. It was amazing that anyone could stand within five feet of him, he reeked of dry sweat, mud and filth. The smell was horrible! Perhaps even the decaying wraith had rubbed off on him, was that even possible? Enjoying a hot bath, he cleaned himself up and purged himself from the day’s grime. It was nice, comforting and relaxing and left him able to ease his mind. Not realizing how truly exhausted he was, The bed and the sleep to follow was most welcome.
  13. The Underworld, At last

    How long had it been since the Malaysia had been abducted? A week? 2 weeks? A month? 3 months? There was no grasp of time where she had been kept. It was dark and damp, and she was only fed the blood of an infant once a day. In the beginning, she had refused to feed as they walked through the door with a crying baby in their arms. She had told them that she would rather starve than harm an innocent child. Yet as the days dragged out and the punishment continued, they attempted to bleed out the vampiric angel time and time again, and eventually her innate instinct to survive forced her to feed. It was unfortunate, because since she had been captured her heightened senses were thrown off. Little did she know that her food was being laced with a type of poison, one that would dull her thinking and cause her mind to be susceptible to certain.. influences. Due to her age, her strength and bloodline, they chose this route. They knew it would be more difficult to take advantage of the Queen. Whereas the Princess was so young and had little to offer aside from torturing her parents with a potential loss of a loved one, the Imperial Goddess provided so much more to work with. Disoriented from the lack of sustenance and a constant strain of physical and mental abuse, the once strong willed Malaysia was weakened. There was not a whole lot that she could do, all she wanted was to go home and be in the arms of her husband. She wanted to kiss the forehead of her daughter and embrace her son in a hug, knowing that they were safe. Her yearning to kill and murder each and every one of these beings had fled, not due to lack of trying but more less, the lack of opportunity. Yet every time she rebelled, she was met with a sharply toned whip lash. Blood poured down her porcelain cheeks and gaping wounds down her back where her wings would be. She had not attempted to leave them out, for fear of someone trying to hack them off. That is a pain she did not wish to go through a second time. Her wounds would heal daily, and each day they would drag her out of her cell only to do it all over again. Then came the magic; it was the dark kind. The kind that threatened Anastasia’s very existence before she was born. They waited a full month before they started their preparation. They knew full well that the Underworld was not able to suppress her powers, she was much too strong for that. They had plans for Malaysia, the Queen of Vdara. How horrible would it be for the good King to come and rescue his wife, only to see her join the side of the enemy he was looking to defeat? With the return of Anastasia, it was only a matter of time before Ayden had found their lair. They had little time to play with, and as one of Xildar’s henchman walked up to Malaysia as she was strapped down to her chair, with a fencing sword in his left hand he lightly bent down to one knee while placing the other under her chin, lifting her face so that he may see those beautiful blue eyes. As blood poured from her gaping mouth, she slowly looked up to him through her disgustingly matted hair. “My Queen, are you ready?” @Ayden @Alukai
  14. Unforeseen Chaos

    Kalicity The Dark Goddess was shaken, there was no doubt. Why had that young man come after her, screamed at her, and let alone put his hands on her in such a fashion? She was merely here to help and this was the thanks that she received? Luckily the King had stepped in and stopped the unnecessary assault. For the fifth time in the last few months of her travels, she was made out to be this woman; a woman it seemed that nobody could forget. First the Queen of Orisia, Then the Queen and Princess of Vdara, and now this powerful young man who seemed all too willing to put an end to her without a second thought. Apparently this woman, Kalicity, abandoned her children when they needed her the most and clearly they were not too happy about it. Kalicity remained puzzled on how she could be mistaken for her time and time again. Sure, she had the same name but wasn’t it at least somewhat common? In truth she had never met anyone with her name, except for this one she is constantly being mistaken for. Was there that much of a resemblance? In truth the more that she thought about it, the more she couldn't remember anything that happened before she met the Marquis. She remembered that when she met him that she was weak, that she was like a fragile infant that needed caring for. She was dressed, housed, and fed, and was able to travel through Weland Gorge as an honored guest. She took that time to grow stronger, to read about the land, the terrain, the rulers, royal families and everything in between. Before long she was allowed to accompany the Marquis on his travels. They went to Orisia, Vdara and Patia. She was introduced to the Bloody Seer and the Bloody Faith, along with the Crimson King, in which she dedicated herself to them solely once she was 'baptized' in the blood of the innocent. Even then the Seer spoke to Kalicity as if she was an ancient soul, a creature of power and might, able to do whatever she desired if she put her mind to it. But even that faith did not last, for when the Bloody Seer went missing and the temple was destroyed, Kalicity went looking again. Looking for what exactly? She wasn't sure. It was all rather confusing, and she felt as if she was missing multiple pieces to the puzzle. A delicate hand went to her throat where Alukai had grabbed her, she could still feel the burning heat of where his fingers snared her flesh. Having excused herself from the gathering, with a Golden Shield on her tail, she managed to step outside the front door of the castle and into the frozen gardens which were covered in a light power of snow. Her soft, ebony cloak whipped in the chilling breeze as she moved towards the iced over fountain that was the centerpiece of the courtyard. Her mind continued to hit replay, “How are you here?” the boy had said, with his intense green eyes and jet black hair. “You were done with your children, your family, your life. You chose to leave us, to leave me! Why are you back?!" She closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing and her beating heart. “I’m not done with you yet, mother.” The boy’s voice continued to echo in her mind as the King had stepped in his way. “You will provide me, your son, your family, with answers.” Opening her eyes, she slowly took a second glance at her surroundings. “I wish I could give you the answers that you seek.” She whispered aloud, as if speaking to Alukai directly, but no one was around to hear her. “I am sorry that I reminded you so much of your mother, but I am not her. I cannot be." Kalicity would take a few more minutes before returning back to the throne room. Even though hostilities were high, hospitality was not. She was a guest within the castle and she did wish to be rude, especially since the Princess has been returned safe and sound. @Vehement Agony
  15. The Prince and the Spire [Quest]

    Again, the Prince was hesitant. What would happen if his father found out if they didn't set up camp? Or perhaps this another test? The Young Prince was one of royalty, he was raised in a castle and to be able to receive the hospitality of his people surely meant something to them. He did not want the good townspeople to think that Aremis was too good to sleep in their beds. Taking another mouthful of soup and a sip of water, he took one last glance at Maribelle before turning back to the inn keep. “Very well then, we shall accept your room for the evening. I’m sure Maribelle and I would not mind being able to rid ourselves of these clothes and rinse off from our travels. Should you need our assistance in anything else, please do not hesitate to knock on our door. Vdara is at your service.” The inn keep seemed more than pleased with the answer. “Wonderful news, my prince. We will make you as comfortable as possible.” Taking a nod and a bow, he then left Maribelle and Aremis to finish their supper. Once Aremis was done with the soup he tidied up his area before standing up, tucking his chair underneath the table, and moving towards the fireplace. His sword and bow clinked against one another as he patiently waited for Maribelle to finish with her meal. There was no rush at this point, they had the rest of the evening to relax and enjoy the contentment of the Inn. Quietly the young Prince gazed into the fire enjoying the heat it produced. It was at that moment that he thought about his family; specifically his mother and sister. He wanted to know how they were doing, and if Ana had been located yet. Was she safe? Did the Underworld still have her? With arms folded across his broad chest, his concern and worry could only stretch so far. He had to focus on his own tasks, he was sure that his parents and uncle had that situation under control.
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