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  1. Yea life happens, taking care of yourself is more important than the internet or games.
  2. X’yros had grown so accustomed to the woman’s fiery mouth exploding a rainbow of expressions that he had never flinched in the entire duration of her outburst, even during their hug. Sure she had threatened to stab him but he hadn’t been expecting to get his foot stomped on. He flinched a bit when she crushed his toes and then decided at that moment it might’ve been easier to just take a partial step back out of her reach. “I’d rather fight an entire pack of werewolves than make you angry, any day.” He was comfortable for the time being, he hadn’t realized just how much he missed having company as close as her until she had strut into the village. Having them back made him genuinely happy. His voice had been amused at their exchange but died off when she expressed never having received any letter. It caught his attention and suddenly his lazy year broke like ice and brought that wild edge back to his eyes. He gave Dio the time he needed to collect his thoughts instead of pouncing upon him and shredding him like a toy doll. The lack of response was making him itch to wrap his teeth around his throat. There was a look of guilt on Dio’s face as his eyes dropped like a dog about to be beaten for committing some heinous crime… and he was right to feel so. X’yros was dumbfounded by the idea that Dio would have been so incompetent to one simple thing that he would rather have let Phedre suffer all that time… or, maybe he had lost it- or the letter gotten destroyed for some reason. The small group was always getting into trouble. The next sentence would declare the man’s fate. Apparently that guilt had been for Phedre, not about what words were about to fly from his mouth. Very slowly the towering dark man folded his arms and glared at him from under his brow, Dio straightened and the words he spoke chilled his boiling blood into ice. He lies. They were the firing pin striking the bullet in a loaded gun, X’yros was the bullet. Dio was on the receiving end. “Diocletion, son of a whore, you're a dead man." His voice began to change and deepened as he unfolded his arms. Something primal snapped in his brain that he hadn’t embraced for nearly a year. Whatever warrior inside of him decided there was a time for being a law-abiding citizen and a time for being him. There was no warning for the black fuming smoke that warped his body into a shape double an average man’s height, and no wall between him or Dio that would be able to shield the man from a bear-like mauling. He was free. All two thousand pounds of him. Butcher knife-sized teeth bared in silence when his eyes locked with someone that had evidently forgotten what sort of person they had been dealing with. Someone that was genuinely pissed at being accused for lying, and even more so when there was any discomfort made to the woman that he had protected. Dio was about to be made an example.
  3. “Mmm, you still smell light.” A smile beamed down at her as if he were entirely oblivious to whatever rage consumed his old companions. X’yros was happy to see her again to give much thought into anyone else’s emotions at the moment. “Here? Only recently. Well, three month’s recently.” And then she launched. Having an easy height advantage could have been all he needed, but she jumped at him with fire burning deep in her spirit. S0 once her fist fell into contact with his face, and yes it did hurt, he used her momentum against herself and scooped her up, then swung her over his shoulder like a sack of wheat. There Phedre could kick, scream, hell even stab him if she wanted while he rubbed his throbbing nose. Other than that he was unaffected. His eyes fell over to the closest man- Dio. The smile on his face was still there when the massive hand patted Dio on the shoulder but it all seemed rather superficial--- and then he grabbed him by the back of the neck. “Let’s all go somewhere quiet and talk, eh?” X’yros’ grip was firm when he gave Dio a bit of a shove to go onwards back the way that the pair had come, past the gathered group of people that were now whispering and gasping watching this ghastly sight before them pan out. Out of the entrance, X’yros stopped and made sure they were well away from the people and hopefully out of ear-shot. He had been flinching and keeping his head as far from Phedre as possible to keep from any kicking. Back when they were together it was very rare for him to ever manhandle this woman, she reminded him a lot of wolverines. He had been afraid that if he swung her around like he would with children, he’d be waking up the next morning missing something important. Apparently that fear and respect for boundaries had been lost. The giant grunted and heaved her back over his shoulder and paused right as he set her down. It was probably the only opportunity that he’d have if he moved with speed-- So he stooped low and wrapped his arms tightly around her to give her a giant bear hug with a tinge of a vibrating purr when he nuzzled his fluffy bearded-chin between the crook of her neck. He could feel the heat radiate off of her- she was pissed. X’yros let go and took a step back… and then another half-step. At the moment he wasn’t sure what the proper question was to ask-- but had a fear of her ripping him in half with words so he forced himself to speak. “So--- Either you read my letter and a year later decided that you didn’t care--” a burning gaze turned to Dio, “or you never received a letter.” Before he had left suddenly he had scribbled out a farewell- and a shitty reason for his departure. His excuse was that she would not be living her life to fulfillment with him, that he was nothing more than an animal, and that there was more to a Human’s life than hunting things down for a few coins. He had wanted her to live a good life and spend it loving someone the same as her. Dio had told him it would piss her off to the max, but he wanted it to be semi-truth at least. He did remember very specifically that both men had agreed to keep her away from him by any means possible, but for as much as he had missed her he believed in what he wrote, and what they had discussed. Had Phedre stayed with him she would likely be dead within the year. She needed to be with a human male, not- whatever he was. A mess. So he was curious to see what her reason was for being here.
  4. Gr8ves!

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    ohmygod... Do you have pictures??? And that's kinda crazy! How long did you have it! I need more details !!!! ?
  5. "Other than that- what chores do you have left for me today. You haven’t really give me much of a list as you usually do." X’yros shot a grin to the man beside him who returned it with a laugh at X’s attempt to move on from the conversation. "The ice still needs to be hauled in from the river. They got one load brought back and the older mare collapsed again." "You need more horses." "We need more money." The darker man nodded and thought for a little bit while the elder had taken out his pipe and filled it, lit a match, and leaned back to blow smoke out into the wind. The light creaking of the wood told X that the elder had leaned forwards and was looking at something specific. "Hmm." His own amber eyes had been glazed over in thought but they lifted from staring at the dirt into the direction of where people were beginning to gather. Something had stopped the villagers from their daily rounds and left them all curious and muttering. In the past he would have known exactly who and what it was, sometimes even why they were there, but because of his lazier tendencies his predatory senses were rarely used. When the people parted X’yros saw something more rare than a bar of gold walking through the village- Outsiders. "I thought they were in the nearby villages." The deep voice rumbled out lowly with a mild set of annoyance. His paler skinned friend slowly stood up and arched his back with a few popping joints before he removed the pipe from his cracked lips. "Well… now they’re here. Let me handle it.” The elder's voice had grown rather defensive- but X'yros was still reclined comfortably and at his friend’s words the tension in his muscles relaxed. “Holler if you need help.” He said sarcastically. As the elder stepped down from the wooden porch and left him sitting there to greet the Adventurous people, X’yros watched and felt uncomfortable as they walked right towards his direction. Only two of them, which didn’t register anything special in his memory. But the closer they got the more detail was spread out. A man and a woman, both armed rather heavily, both wearing dark clothing, both had dark hair… dark expressions. Everything about them screamed dark omens. During his travels over the past few months he had seen many people like these two, but usually they all traveled in large groups. It took more than two to slay some of the World’s monsters for riches. Something about the expressionless woman made his heart stop. Something about the way her eyes burned through his skull made the very hairs at the back of his neck stand on end. Something was off. When the lightbulb finally went off in his head he sat up so fast that the chair actually broke beneath him. He was able to push himself off of it in time for the legs to give out, but now the world slowly dissolved and melted around him and he was aware of nothing but those two people. He had seen something like this in a dream-- maybe it had really been a nightmare. Could he be dreaming right now? The pain in his backside said no. His eyes began to glow when he lumbered forwards like a lost dog recognizing an old owner. The amber light began to radiate from their depth until they looked like pits of swirling flames, as they had normally done a year ago. Whatever had fallen asleep inside began to wake up, when he breathed in again he was hit by a perfuming scent that blossomed in his brain and made his nose tingle. Yes he was awake. His voice was subdued and laced with confusion, but memories flooded his mind in that instant that their gaze locked. “Phedre.”
  6. "Bite Me Bite Me!" She sang out annoyingly. "Maru you do not ask people to Bite you." "But I want to be a vampyre!" The red-headed child curled her fingers and let out a little howl. "Aye Maru, werewolf- that is a werewolf. Not a Vampyre." "Yes! Wolf!" X'yros flinched lazily when she started tugging on his beard. Fortunately her grandfather had stood up and scooped her off the resting bear-of-a-man. "Your mother will be teaching you manners later. Now go, shoo- I need to have a talk with him." He set the four year old down and she scampered off after a cat and disappeared around the corner of the building. Now that he was no longer being used as a jungle gym, X’yros stretched out and leaned back into the chair until the wood creaked on the deck. Both of their eyes turned to watch the little traffic that there was in the small village of 70, guarded by a well-built wall of trees that he himself had helped the people construct. It was their only defense, besides him of course. He reflected back when he had first ventured to a small village that rumors had told was haunted… Outsiders never came, the people never left. It wasn’t much of a haunting problem as it was a Werewolf problem, that had been dealt with. The only problem was that the village had dubbed him a skin-shifter as well, and named him Hero of their home. The timing had been perfect, it was a perfect place to lie low and take it easy, take any joy that life had to offer. He was no longer a drifter along the continents from place to place looking for odd jobs to work. Money? He didn’t need it, at all actually. But he did need a firm distraction. This village offered just that, they needed a strong pair of arms to help them recover from their few years of loss. These people had no money, no goods to trade for work, they could only offer the clothes off their back and a place to sleep. It was good enough for him. Above them the sun was beginning to reach its height in the sky, temperatures were soaring today- a mere 30 degrees Fahrenheit, the warmest it’s been in a week. Everyone was outside taking advantage of it getting as much work done as they could. X’yros had been helping them do winter repairs, haul goods, and logging since the early hours of the morning. Sweat had beaded down his dark, dirty skin. He had been shirtless, as usual when he worked, his facial hair overgrown, and his body steaming. “Thank you for the work done today.” He nodded while watching a woman struggle with a basket full of freshly baked bread. “I’m glad you decided to choose this territory as your own, we would be at a loss right now.” Ah- there it was. Even the Village leader always reminded him- they all thought he too was a werewolf. A lycanthrope, skin-changer, a dog. They just thought he was a good one. “No need to thank me, I was just passing through.” There was a long draw of silence again, some chickens crowed in the background and cried out while they were chased for a while. Then finally, a break in the quiet as the elder man leaned forward in his chair. X’yros could tell that he was concerned over something. “My wife told me that she heard talk from the other women in town, their husbands say that there’ve been Monster hunters, hired mercenaries, combing the nearby villages.” X’yros was quiet while he spoke. “And, I am assuming you are concerned that they will come here?” The Village Leader cleared his throat. “As far as I have heard we have been the last place with any problems.” There was an air of silence again before the pale blue eyes turned to him. “I’m just concerned about you, is all. Will you be safe staying here?” The corner of X’yros’ mouth turned upwards in a crooked little smile. “No need to be scared of boys swinging their swords and magic wands around.” He paused and picked some lunch out of his teeth. “I have been through more than you might think possible.” "Well... anyone means you trouble, we will try to help." "I promise- whatever these people are after, it is not me. Or this village." Famous last words.
  7. hi did i say the 24th of december what i meant to say was the 11th of January =D This is a relaxed thread so... If it takes a while for you to get a post in, it's fine. ❤️ I thought I made a reply in here that I was going to be skipping the OOC thread for the event--- S 0 in my defense the thread itself IS technically on time.... I think? I:
  8. A Feast Fit for a Queen Past the enormous iron gates that began to open was a long twisting path that led a full mile into the thick of the large Pine forest. A gentle breeze rustled the trees as the sun gradually fell lower in the sky, it was nearing evening- Guests were expected to arrive before the official Dinner was held and given the monstrous size of the estate, anyone invited all felt the nervousness settling in at a place that was nearly unheard of. THE MANSION itself was made of stone and stretched four stories upwards on the main building, the wings were two stories higher and created an almost castle-like feeling. The staff of the Mansion stood on-guard and dressed to the nines, all waiting quite patiently in the chilly drive alongside the dwarfing building. There were six carriages total that pulled around the circle drive, each carriage held One guest, and each Guest was greeted by two Staff that held little of emotion. A brief smile and greeting, and then they lent their hand to assist Invited to the front entrance. Once the doors swung open and everyone was brought inside, the Staff and Butlers stepped aside and stood inline. The ceiling was high up and painted, there was a double staircase, a fountain in the center, and elaborate paintings on walls decorated with crimson curtains and marble pillars. “Oh what a Lovely bunch!” A chipper young woman in a beautiful red dress came down the staircase. She stood in front of the group and folded her green-gloved hands in front of her. This woman was quite petite and young, she had her raven-black hair pinned up and she had a beaming smile on her blushing freckled face while she looked them all over. With a little bow, she introduced herself. “Thank you all for coming to my Parent’s estate, my name is Luna Claws, and I apologize for the absence of the Family. There was some very important business that needed to be tended to, so they sent me to Welcome you instead. I am sure you have questions for me, I will happily answer them in a moment. Dinner will not be ready for a few hours yet, and if the Family has not concluded their business do not worry, I have plenty to keep you all entertained." She turned aside and swept her arm in the direction of a hallway to the side. “Please, follow me so we can speak before dinner! The staff will now take any gifts that you had brought!” Luna allowed the Butlers to take the precious bundles, and then allowed the group to follow the Daughter. The warming room had a giant fireplace which she stood in front of, and a large assortment of very fine and expensive furnishings. There was the faint play of piano in the back of the dimly lit sea-blue and gold room. “Now- I do believe introductions are in order!" She smiles at you brightly. [[OOC apologies for the delay- but here is the post! Please do not double post just yet, this will be done in rounds!]]
  9. Gr8ves!

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    hold on wait up. excuse me. did you just say a mon k e y
  10. Gr8ves!

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    Kojak is absolutely beautiful I love him ? Do they not take care of their lab or smthing??
  11. Gr8ves!

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  12. Hi I'm not dead : ' D Just been working like crazy. Thank you, you three for joining!!!! I have one task for you! Please DM me the gift your character plans on bringing! If I don't hear back from you I'll try to contact you by the 1st<3
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