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  1. Fallen Joy

    Beyond the Mysterious Beyond

    They traveled behind the shadows of abandoned and forgotten luggage. Once there the demon turned swiftly, black waves of hair spreading like a raven's wings over her shoulders so her bright eyes could inspect the young ferryman as narrowed his gaze at their withdrawing forms. “You certainly have my attention, please, enlighten me to your idea.” At first Arikara didn’t respond, her stoic expression piercing the attendant until their eyes made intimate contact. For a fragment of a second she dropped her shy performance, going from nervous lamb to ravenous lion and hunting for something deep within his shivering green eyes. Instantly he averted his gaze , perhaps not to be rude or just escape the predatory tunnel she trapped him in. There was reasoning for her behavior. She shamelessly continued to glance at him after her bold and clearly demonic challenge, once more scrutinizing his demeanor. His boots ruffled through the moist dirt like a deer grazing for buried grass, and his forehead glistened despite the chill rolling into the late season currents, and there was a curious tension in his trousers. This all oiled the whirling gears surmising an idea for their future success. “And hurry, I imagine we do not have much time before out luck runs out.” The demon gradually blinked, the sharp edges of her demeanor crumbling into that esoteric forest of apathy. She turned back to the vampire. “There are many lore of vampire, I know not of which you are but there is one I've heard that may assist us. Both in your need to feed and our need to blend in.” She shifted her head with a cant to indicate the fidgeting attendant. “He acts like a spirit lured into the Pariki’s antlers. There have been times where I've watched them intentionally impale themselves for the sake of experiencing the sweet smell. Vampire have…humans that do the same thing too, yes? “An intoxicated attraction to become one of you, arousal from being fed upon and longing to serve until vampirism is granted as award.” She paused, perhaps trying to gauge if her partner understood the implications of what she as suggesting. Then all at once made it very clear. “Can you see his fascination?” She leaned back to the luggage, opening Persephone's view to the attendant. He was writing on his clipboard with a fine tremor within his fingers, his eyes constantly shifting up towards their location. He seemed to completely ignore the others around them. He shifted foot to foot, his shiny boots now muddied from the task. The demon bent close to the vampire, whispering delicately into her ear to preserve their secret. “Can you make him your servant?” A denizen obsessed with vampirism, pleasured by being feed upon, and thus unconditioned loyalty would be incredibly helpful. He would know the land, have a sense of authority, and provide them with an endless supply of blood until they deemed him unnecessary and finished the job. However, the demon realized that if she was wrong and they revealed their identity to him without the required arousal from the truth, they’d risk having to prematurely terminate him and create more trouble and suspicion. They could even completely dismantle their plans. However the way the demon spoke and behaved, there was no hesitance. Be it overconfidence or just a feature of her apathetic nature was to be seen. The choice would be Persephone’s. The vampire would be tasked with converting him. Some vampires relied solely on the art of seduction, others could control men mentally, and some used the addictive sweet taste of their own blood to influence humans into living blood bags and slaves. Either way, she’d have to do it. The demon stepped back away from her, waiting for her to turn around and give her the answer.
  2. Fallen Joy

    Act, and Witches will act.

    Within the lace of her slender and warm fingers, Namiko would feel a tremble whispering between the pale nature of the Matriarch’s palms. The white witch’s shoulders hunched a tad, her porcelain expression cracking with hesitance. A soft carmine lip rolled between her teeth in a moist search for a proper response to Namiko’s well warranted inquiry. The subject was delicate, and she knew she had to delivered it in the way her sister deserved to hear. A way that would inspire her to open up all her vulnerable points and in doing so become unfathomably stronger. Then Namiko drew her hand away. It caused such cold apprehension and the Matriarch could have shivered from it. Under the crown of orc animosity, the Matriarch was domineering and commanding with merciless apathy and borderline sadistic in nature. It was amazing how before this graceful woman, she felt so nervous. In truth, the Matriarch was soft and tender in nature. She simply couldn’t afford such expressions in the presence of her orcs. “Well…” she began, mentally taking a breath and stealing herself into the hope that Namiko would feel the same sense of freedom she did within the coven. “There are no expectations….But simultaneously you must make the decision to give us perhaps the greatest part of you.” The intimidation of the remark was not lost on her. The Matriarch remembered when these words were spoken to her. She closed her eyes and took a breath; souls were as precious and sacred as purity, love, and willpower. Things that could be defined as one’s inner sense of freedom. Namiko seemed to have been alone for so long that the Matriarch wasn’t certain if she’d be willing to share it. “Our coven is connected not through blood or promises, but through the vessels of our magic.” She touched her sternum. “Our souls. Our entire existence stems from the foundation of our collective soul fragments. We have conjoined them to make something more powerful than I have ever experienced. You’ve already felt it, Namiko, during our battle with those abominations...” To this she smiled warmly, finding a ray of joy in even such a frightening night. “You called to it. You’ve already connected by bonding with me." She sighed deep. "It is...hard to explain for it is an experience. Everyone of our sisters describes differently... ” She paused for the waitress that returned with their drinks. The Matriarch fiddled her fingers across the table until she grasped the rim of her cup. Her sip was long, stretching the pause to allow Namiko to understand what she was saying to her, and prepared for what her initial response would be.
  3. Fallen Joy

    Mount Ariadne

    Caught off guard from behind, Luna released a loud startled squeal as she was scooped under the impressive strength of the zealous Alexandria. A plethora of giggles followed, the ancient six century old witch converting into an excited toddler as she flailed her buckle shoes and waved her arms wildly until sat on the edge of the wine fountain. Exhaling away her laughter, she waves a finger to send a chalice into her gloved hand. Synchronously dipping her cup into the wine as Alexandria did the ale, she lifted her drink to kiss Alexandria's before downing it. Flush and heat flew upon her face, and she leaned back with sheer glee. Her sister suddenly mentioned Natasha and Luna raised a curious brow with a pause before laughing again, waving her hand in the air at the thought. “Oh sister, surely you jest. These orcs have no finesse for such celebration. They sooner beat their chests and grunt than dance and be merry. We’d accomplish nothing but tainting the pleasant air with their horrid odor.” She paused to take another gulp and then placed her free leathered hand on Alexandria’s shoulder. “But I am proud her obligations have not tarnished. She’s been a bit worrisome, that one. A bit intelligent for a blimey orc." Suddenly the floating lights above them starting to ring with music; celtic melodies filling the air with wondrous sounds. Luna perked up with joy, grasping Alexandria’s hand. “Come poppit, let’s not think of orcs! Let us dance!” The witch stood, grabbing Alexandria hands and pulling her with such momentum that when she swung her body she took the witch in a whirl around her. “Oh my dear sister,” she sings as she whirls the redhead around the table. “My high spirits are in sync with my thrill for being home.” Magic levitating her body, she came off the ground, lifting Alexandria's hand around her tall head and spinning her around. She watched her crimson hair fly like a blossoming rose. “My travels took me far to the west, where I came across soldier and rider of dragons. An intriguing man of simple gesture. With a spot of pizzazz and charm, I convinced him to trade for an amazing gift.” She descended close to her sister, interlocking their fingers. “One I shall now bestow onto you,” she whispered with velvety charm before pulling away, bridging them with one of their arms. Her other hand slyly removed the hat from her hand and when she pull them together again, she offered the inside of it to her. “Reach inside and retrieve it.” With their next pull away, Alexandria would have a beautiful sword with her grasps. Within its sheath was a matte obsidian blade with the finest sharp edge. To Alexandria, Luna gifted the legendary Sable Sword. Luna released her hand, standing back to watch Alexandria take in the blade. As she did so, another very welcome guest brushed her way into her periphery. “May the stars shine on our meeting, I am Jadis, new to the coven but eager to become one of you. “Jadis,” Luna breathed out warmly as she turned to her. Without another word, she glided into her space and swooped her up into her arms. “Sister, you’re already one of us.” She pulled back, pressing her forehead onto hers, connecting their eyes and smiling wide before separating and addressing the others. “Sisters, this is Jadis. I found her during my search for the sword. She is the true treasure I bring back to our family.”
  4. Fallen Joy

    Beyond the Mysterious Beyond

    Molding into the cadence of the vampire's firm direction, the demon found herself behind Persephone’s animated performance. After a few choice words, the vampire scowled her down. Mocking as it was, the demon’s eyes glinted slightly at the expression, blinking once slow but then three times rapidly when the wink followed. Her eyes shifted back to the officer. “I apologize,” she said lowly. The rest of the time, her eyes were fixated on the space between Persephone’s shoulder blades. Despite her animated and charismatic front, there was tension rolling between her muscles like a crumbling rock slide. Being raised with wild animal spirits, Arikara read body language better than voices and words. The vampire was ravenous and tense about something, her words traveled slyly between deep inspirations to solidify her desire for control. The vampire leaned in close to the man, the demon rose her eyes to see if drool would leak down the corners of his mouth. The glimmer that appeared was from the man wetting his dried lips. Tension rolled off him as well, seen in his jawline and shoulders, rolling down to a small tremor in his fingers. His hands seemed eager to grasp something; perhaps he did have weapons at one point in his life and his fingers itched to hold it again. Though the demon wouldn’t have recognized it, perhaps the man’s fingers itched to hold something else so incredibly close to him. The demon watched intensely, observed the sway of her hips, the sudden silk of her voice, and the flutter of her hair across her shoulders as she moved. It was an act of seduction that came so naturally to her kind. She pirouetted around him like a siren’s tune and the man’s stiff and resilient facade could not help but begin to dance to it. “Well, this is highly irregular, but I suppose I can make an expectation. The vehicle will be removed and put into the care of the car park outside the city till you leave.” Humans seemed to respond to this language of seduction. The demon folded her fingers in a lace, rocking her hips like waves in the ocean, curving her spine to accentuate her contours, and glimmering her lips with a lap of her tongue. “Thank you for your kindness,” she whispered, just long enough for him to hear. Her voice traveled through the air and caressed up his spine like the tip of a finger. He visibly rattled from it. The man, who had already started his trek towards the ferry, glanced over his shoulder to the demon, tightening his lips with a visible bead of sweat on his temple. He grunted and nodded his head before continuing on. As they reached the station of the the ferry, the hustle and bustle of the potential passengers was like an alarming bee hive. The city of enlightenment was obviously desirable, but the visitors able to enter were limited. People fought for their right to enter, fluffing and preening themselves as much as possible to the ferrymen, much like their own guide. The demon’s shift eyes momentarily to their surroundings, taking in the sights of people filling in paperwork or debating with the guards on their right to be let on the boat. Others lingered on the outskirts, pestering other potential passengers for money to afford entry. The demon turned her eyes back on her partner. The previous tension jumped from a rock slide to a damn near meteor shower of tension in her body. A hand lifted and touched her shoulder, the demon meeting the vampire's vibrant eyes with her eerie apathetic expression. “You seem bothered.” She whispered. The ferry guardsman glanced over his shoulder. He noted the whispering but didn’t seem to comprehend the words through the buzzing of the hive around them. “You remind me of a Pariki tempted by a flock of spirits. Is your blood-lust becoming overwhelming?” Their guide pulled his own clipboard, flipping through several inked in pages before reaching some blank ones. “Even for visitors,” he began. “We need to know your names, purposes, and powers.” He turned towards them. Immediately there was a whisper of annoyance around them, the two ladies had already bypassed the extended line and crowd. It emphasized on the favoritism the guard placed on them. It made sense; in a city that emphasized on perfection of a species, they likely selected their visitors like a bouncer in a club. Glancing around, it was the old, dirty, dingy and unattractive passengers that were on the side lines, arguing, and begging. More than once, someone seemed to accuse a guardsman of charging them more than another passenger. The city was a shallow, pompous, and cruel culture but it worked in their favor. “Are you both human?” The demon looked back at the man. Reminded she was supposed to be the silent and shy type, she only nodded. Persephone likely responded similarly. The man narrowed his eyes, as if skeptical. “What powers to you have?” He did not ask if they had powers. The demon merely shook her head at this line. The man narrowed his eyes even more. "You’re new so I’ll let you in on something you should know. Shine City has strict laws of honor and honesty. We don’t tolerate mendacity, and if you’re lying to me, you’re not the first to try and weasel their way into the city on false pretenses. If you’re caught lying, you’ll be punished severely.” The demon's face did not change to these admonitions. Her lack of emotions were impeccable. She blinked once, slowly. The man flinched in the face, tightening his jaw then shifting his look to Persephone, maybe hoping to crack something there. It would have been a dead silence if not for the crowd. The demon was noting something increasingly loud within the man's demeanor. He wasn't only suspicious of something within the two of them, he appeared almost....longing for it. Mysterious thoughts began to whirl around the demon's mind. Her stare became more intense. The ice upon her expression froze even more as the specks of emotions that had shifted through the cracks of her face withdrew into the gravity of her thoughts. The man became instantly frustrated. “There’s something different about you both.” Once more he paused, as if trying to get a response from them. “Hmph. Well what are your names, and do you have the entrance fee for the ferry?” The demon, still taking her place behind the vampire, whispered very softly to her. It fit her 'shy' nature. "I have an idea. We need to find a way to talk privately for a moment."
  5. Finally! I am officially a 4th year medical student :angry:. February 2019 I’ll be Dr. Fallen Joy. :bigsmile:

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    2. supernal

      supernal

      Truly and utterly FANTASTIC

    3. Abigail666

      Abigail666

      Well done! 

       

    4. Mickey Flash

      Mickey Flash

      Congrats!  :smile:

  6. Fallen Joy

    Dancing Through Deserts

    When Tyveres first spoke, his words were as sharp as the daggers driven into his victim's hearts. The Princess tightened her gaze and clenched the rail tighter, feeling a coil twist and quiver within her stomach. Her anger only rose with disappointment she was ashamed of. Of course he wouldn’t comfort her, he seemed incapable of acknowledging any of her feelings. Instead he took her vulnerability like a pincushion and stabbed chastising needles through it. Like...like she was a child. Cici rolled her lips into her mouth, turning her head slightly more away from him. He just didn’t understand. It wasn’t the compliments, it wasn’t the desire to quit, it ultimately wasn’t even her appearance. It was him. All him. Why did he make her feel such ways? The things he did, or rather didn’t do, it skinned her emotions…She hated it. The assassin suddenly came closer, his daunting presence casting an invisible shadow over her body. She tensed, but was desperate not to demonstrate her fragility. She was so absorbed in maintaining her strength, she didn't catch his rising hand until it was too late. He touched her. Touched with a warm finger curling delicately around her chin. Her flushed and frustrated countenance canted to his, and as she met his gaze...Everything within her shattered. Her thoughts and anger fell and broke into shards within a maelstrom of confusion as he absorbed her within those iced irises. His gaze was normally like the dead heart of winter, but in that moment it mesmerizing like melting glaciers in the sunset. They were filled with mysterious thought and emotion. Her cheeks suddenly flushed a deep scarlet, swallowing her cerulean orbits like the dusk into the sea. He was doing it again...purloining her heart with snippets of tenderness she couldn’t comprehend. "I've seen you do amazing things in the short time that I've known you. If I did not think you could win the hearts of your people, I would not have accepted your request to train you. You are a talented young lady. It will be tough to adjust to being a Queen, but I believe you can do it." Her eyes widened, chest racing into a hum she could feel oscillating throughout her entire body. The vibrations rang in places that made her feel weak and spellbound. How could she be so enraptured in such a wintry gaze and chilled voice, yet simultaneously feel as if her entire body was being consumed with fire? Her irises melted in the heat, shimmering wildly like diamonds scattered across the ocean bed. Her breaths were short and her fingers had a small tremble. Did he really think that? Did he really think she could do this? Tears threatened to descend, but she held strong in her promise. Her countenance softened and her lips gently glided into a grateful smile. Extravagant beauty flourished in her joy; the sun painting pools of gold on the curves of her face, casting stars within her eyes ,and dressing corals of the sea upon her plush lips. Then through the esoteric nature of the ties between them, appraisal evolved into something deeper. Tyveres’ thoughts, though undefined, painted upon his visage and orchestrated the cadence of her enamored soul. She became thoughtless, body puppeteer-ed by the burning flames consuming her body and mind loud with the pulse of her heavy heart. She suddenly felt his chest compressed upon her fingertips, unaware of how her hand lifted and rested there. Her mouth drifted gap, tongue peeking a shining pink through her lips and feverish breath. Their proximity was so close that their shadows had already kissed on the deck of the ship. The strings on her body would not allow her to go further, frozen within her own hesitance and confusion. Was the desire seeping through his gaze real? It was a mystery how far their lips reached for each other under the blushing sun, but in the end his hesitance was eventually daunted by time. A whisper of sibilant sounds of splashing water drew her away from the moment. It wasn’t abrupt, but gentle and tantalizing. The princess slowly withdrew away from him, turning her face away. Her lashes lowered, bedazzled or bewildered by the moment, before she glanced towards the source of the sound. Familiar winged silver fish were crescent leaping from the sea, heading towards the boat. Taking the sight within her eyes instead of the man beside her, she pulled back her mind. “Thank you…” she whispered out. “I’m sorry, I was foolish.” The dreamy haze drifted slowly more and more away, and as it did...everything was replaced with sudden embarrassment. Wait...did they almost kiss? Her stomach jumped to her throat and she suddenly became fidgety. Looking around the ground frantically for a distraction and finding the sword to be the nearest thing. “I uh...uhm..let’s….let’s continue! W-what do we do now?” She didn’t look up. No, there was no way he was thinking about kissing her. That wasn’t what that was. Was it? No...No. No. She repeated to herself. She needed to do something. Now. She attempted to look up at him through her bangs. Electricity suddenly rang through her and she shot her gaze back down. She couldn’t even look at him right now. “AH! Here’s comes another big bloke! Might want to stand back from the edge!” The voice came from the captain, who somehow found his way to the wheel of the deck. Who knew how long he had been there. The princess looked to him to see that he was pointing to the sea. She faced back to the ocean. The flying fish were getting closer, and beyond them, a great shadow of a serpent. It was perhaps the same one as before, traveling in the currents of their ship. Or it was a different one. Perhaps the beast was common in these part. Either way, it was the perfect excuse. “I...I have an idea!" she suddenly said. "Find a way to catch as much of those fish as you can!” “What are you, talking about lass?! We got plenty of food for tonight!” “Trust me!” The princess didn’t look at Tyveres; instead she ran towards the fishing lines and hooks the captain used to lug in fish. She found a sturdy hooked rope amongst the pile. As she did, the boat suddenly bumped and rocked. Fish were flying onto the deck, slapping madly against the wood with their bodies. Slithering around the boat was the green reflection of the sea serpent. The princess ran across and towards the back of the boat. Her thoughts were ringing with the past events, driving her impulsive actions. She didn’t know how to face all these new and frightening events that penetrated her life in the past few weeks. From leaving her kingdom, being kidnapped, and being told unspeakable truths to training to become a queen and melting under the gaze of a man...She was rattled. But there was only thing she could do, that could always do. It was a skill risen by instinct even she couldn’t explain. Beast taming. She ran just ahead of the gliding creature and without warning she climbed the railing at the back of the ship and dived soundlessly into the water. “WHAT IN THE LIVING TARNATION?!” The Captain screamed, slamming his hand on the engines level to haul the propellers to a stop. “Fold the sails mate or we’ll sail clear away from her in this wind!”
  7. Fallen Joy

    Sisterhood of Witches, The.

  8. Fallen Joy

    Act, and Witches will act.

    “The cabin must not be too far, but for now let’s enjoy the moment of rest we are receiving.” “R-right,” The Matriarch nodded in agreement, hunching her shoulders a bit and lowering her head. Enjoyment and rest were new concepts, developed over the last few months of her newfound freedom. Before her emancipation, she had been in the shackling chains of the orcs she now commanded for almost twenty years. Enslavement was naturally deprived of things such as rest--the orcs had a habit of throwing her into labor when every inch of her body was weighed and writhed with painful fatigue. Luna had served to repress some of the brutality so she could function in society, but she still sometimes forgot to stop and breathe. Grateful that Namiko brightened at the thought of tea, The Matriarch shook away the thoughts and strolled in sync with her guidance through the crowd. Her senses felt dulled by the large mixtures of noises around them. As they wondered further into the busier streets of the quarter, trafficking feet and buzzing conversations swarmed her normally sharp hearing and made everything white noise around her. She found it difficult to focus on possible dangers and that made her a tad nervous. She swallowed that like a lump of sand. Remember to relax. She told herself, gripping Namiko’s hand harder and following with confidence. She wasn’t alone. Things would be fine. The irony of the Cauldron was indeed lost on her blind sight, but she enjoyed the pleasant laughter it brought from Namiko. “Would you prefer to eat at the shops or bring it to the Inn?” The Matriarch opened her red lips to answer, but they were suddenly interjected by a zealous woman in the doorway of the tavern. "Oh! You don't have to go to the markets." She was perky and happy, sliding over to them with a skip in her step. "Sorry, I didn't mean to ease drop! Well, actually...It's my job to listen into perspective customers!" The Matriarch fell silent to the sudden rain of giggles bursting from the woman's lips. The white witch couldn't see her, she had no magic as far as she could tell. The young woman was dressed in flashy purple cloak. She held a staff adorned with a sign, its message in bright golden colors, 'Wicked Cafe Day'. "Today we have a cafe with all kinds of witch themed specialties. You don't need to to travel to the market, you can eat right here! Come, come! It is half off for those buying a room!" The woman opened the door, urging them inside with her bright grey colored eyes. The Matriarch exchanged an bewildered expression with Namiko, but then slowly shrugged her shoulders. The waitresses within were dressed in classic black hats and buckled shoes with old-fashioned dresses. It wasn’t accurate but it was fashionable. Tana leaned on the outside of the building on one of its less populated sides, crossing her arms and ignoring anyone who had something to say about it. The aroma was pleasant to the Matriarch. “Let’s sit here," she suggested. "It’s better to be discreet.” Wandering the streets and markets meant more exposure to onlookers, possibly ones they didn’t want. If the hooded creatures lurked in a haunted cabin not far away, and randomly made puppets out of poisoned denizens, it was possible some also lurked the streets during the day. Her shining metal armor and puppy trailing orc was outrageous enough,The Matriarch thought this simply better. If Namiko was agreeable, one of the severs guided them to a small two person table. The Matriarch released Namiko’s hand as they sat, rubbing it within her own fingers for a time. A freckled faced smiling red head approached with requests and with some guidance on the menu contents, The Matriarch asked for lavender milk tea and a large meaty slab of steak. The latter taste a consequence of her orc life; she only ate meat. As they waited for the food to come, The Matriarch folded her hands on the table and leaned forward. “Namiko...before things get possibly dangerous again. I’d like to discuss something with you.” She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts. “Last night...and in the last few days together, I am sure you’ve felt the bond forming between us.” She brushed an ebony strand of hair from her face, cheeks pinking slightly. “Well ..not with just with me, but with the entire coven connected to me. You see, the Great Spirits led me to you..Not just to stop this disaster, but to bring you into my family... "But in order to do that, you’d have to put more of yourself into me..us...than you’ve ever put into anything. It can feel entrapping, but you’ll find it more liberating and empowering than anything you've...” She stopped herself, closing her eyes and shaking her head. It was unfair to assume her feelings of the coven onto Namiko. “I want you to be my sister, not just in the craft. But through our souls.” Her words were literal, Namiko would find out just how literal soon enough.
  9. Fallen Joy

    Mount Ariadne

    "I have not, my sister." Luna glanced back at Alexandria with a grin. "But I have heard their calls echo over the mountaintops. It is as beautiful as a pod of orcas." Hands grasping theirs firmly, Luna pulled her sisters through the courtyard. There were many orcs working around them, laboring though the great heat and parting like waves to their approach. She didn't take them to the kitchens. No, she traveled to the far end of the courtyard, ascending up the staircases and pausing at the extravagant doors of the Witch's Tower. She stared at its stretch to the stalactites above and inhaled proudly. Before opening the doors, she dropped their hands and turned to face them with a brilliant and jubilant countenance. "Adventurous tales and celebration calls for true extravagance, my sisters! Magic woven into our gaiety!" Her British accent was strong with her excitement like a great philosopher and storyteller. "On my travels back I made some arrangements, but we must manifest them into the tower." She turned back to the door and placed her palm on the surface. "Join me sisters, imagine a banquet of great food and drink. Music and celebration! See it in your mind's eyes and it blossom within the Coven's Soul." With her glimmering coral lips plastered into a smile, she closed her eyes and did just that. Should they join her, they'd feel their thoughts manifest into magic, invisible arcane flows coming through the door and embracing their desires. It all birthed from the Coven's Soul within the tower. When Luna felt it was ready, she opened her bright eyes and pushed the doors open with a showy spread of her arms. The once forestry interior of the tower transformed into a banquet. The bright soul high above rained down violet shades pregnant with floating lights that resembled whimsical fireflies simply too bright to make out. It made the air look like dancing stars in the night. A great oak table extended before them, littered with chalices, plates, and great spread of food. The pond that once settled in the middle of the tower transformed into a great silver fountain of red wine. The forest vines and stairways into their individual rooms still existed, hidden in the beauty. "This!" Luna boomed running into the display and spinning joyfully. "This is what our collective magic does! Two magical dragons within the mountain, a great pack of them just beside it. All our new sisters! Feel it and celebrate!" Her grandiose voice seemed to echo through the stone walls and throughout the entire mountain.
  10. Fallen Joy

    Talons and Wings, It's a Witch Thing

    As Jadis spoke with her heart bleeding and pulsating through the cadence of her words, the dragon slowly lowered the curtain over her bearing fangs. As if taken by the symphony of the witch’s emotions, her once dilated and angered pupils softened and narrowed, framing with focus on her figure. Those massive talons relaxed, resting onto the ice. Chrysanthe became the beautiful and still statue once more, taking in the words like a goddess at prayer. The louder Jadis spoke, the more her words echoed off the edges of the icy cavern and encircled around like an enchanting spell. Though the dragon visibly calmed, the true douse of her anger was a still an ominous mystery. Ferrah shifted her eyes to the side as Jadis brushed against her bosom against the large bony blade. Her tense carmine eyes sharpened, gauging the witch’s silent body language and gestures. In response, she lowered the cleaver slow until its tip clinked in the gathering frost at their feet. The witch wanted to appear less intimidating, so be it. Ferrah would have preferred beating the creature into her place a second time for good measure. She scoffed low under her breath and swung the blade around to her backside, hooking on her cargo pants. She crossed her arms and took her place on the wall near the lever with grumbling slipping through her large tusk fangs. The witches never ceased to revoltingly amaze with their ridiculous sense of diplomacy. Whatever, she concluded, there was no way this seething beast would yield. It was only a matter of time. The dragon too crept her head forward just outside of the chastising sparks of her prison. Her breath rang forward, the panting nature pacifying by the moment but will fervent enough to make the air sweat. Then the quiet witch beside her joined in. The dragon looked at Morwenna. It was but a single sentence; though her tone was much more meaningful. A vibrating purred from her throat shivered through her sparkling scales, those frost eyes appearing suddenly solemn and bleak. "A haven for my child," she repeated throughout their minds. “You witches think that you can bring back magic rich enough to nourish creatures like me?” The dragon closed her eyes and drew back. “I held such grandiosity in my wishes once. I departed with confidence time would heal to this wounded planet. One millennia later, it has only worsened and I am slowly fading away. Everything is so scarred from abuse that it may simply be too late.” She opened her cerulean ice irises again, taking to her talons in a serpentine stance. “Your body trembles with the same desperate hope, I once had. I can tell someone else is responsible for this hope. And you follow this person with a blind faith that their promises will become reality. But I have nothing left in me but disappointment, desperation, and dead hope. Your eyes make me want to rekindle faith but…” She glanced to Morwenna and then back to Jadis, her eyes searching deeper then their surfaces could offer. “The turmoil and confusion I sense within you both is not enough for me. Words hold so little meaning. Before I can listen to you, young witches, you must clear the maelstroms within you. And prove to me that my egg is safe.” With that, the dragon walked away from them. She slowly returned to her pad of ice. Her movements were sluggish and slow, it was clear that she was tired. Her piling years seemed weighed on her body like endless weights. She curled into a ball, her pupils reflecting the witches until her lids closed. "I'll be waiting." And she said no more to them.
  11. Fallen Joy

    Mount Ariadne

    There was no mistaking that fiery red hair and great booming voice, even among the clamoring orcs of the courtyard. Luna’s eyes brightened as her staff sailed across the wall, eyes zoning in on the running witch like an eagle before she leaped intrepidly off her staff. Her traveler’s cloak waved wildly around her for a few seconds before she fell into Alexandria’s arms. Her arms hugged her face close, cheeks bright pink with joy and lips ringing with laughter. She pulled back and planted those coral lips upon her forehead. “Blessed Be, Sister!” She said pulling away. “I've missed you, and have never been so proud. I eh...mmm..” She winced, her breath escaping through the tightness of her hug. “Mmm! Ah...I can’t breathe, poppet.” When Alexandria released, Luna slid down to her feet. She caught her breath then a laugh before reaching up to place her hands on her cheeks. “ As strong and zealous as always...You must tell me everything, absolutely everything of your adventure!” Her eyes then shifted to Morwenna. Her excitement softened into a motherly grace before she left Alexandria to approach the quiet witch. Her gloved hands dropped down to grasp Morwenna’s hands, bringing them up to her own chest and holding them against her heart. “Morwenna...It is my honor to finally see you face to face.” She suddenly pulled Morwenna in, holding her close like a mother reunited with her lost child. Luna's hand ran up softly her sister's spine and to her scalp, grasping the chocolate strands gently. “We have much to talk about, " she whispered warmly into her ear. “Never have I met a witch so tenacious. Even when so scared. You’ve done so much for me and I never once was able to thank you.” She pulled away, stroking one of Morwenna’s cheek with the back of her finger. “I promise to make up for it, my dear young sister.” Her face brightened up as she grasped both their hands firmly. “Come! Come, we must discuss everything with merry drinks!” Though it seemed she abandoned it, the her staff shot off on its own towards the witch’s tower. Luna rushed forward, ignoring the bowing orcs of the courtyard and pulling them each along.
  12. Fallen Joy

    Beyond the Mysterious Beyond

    “Indeed, only instead of moving through places and dimensions, we shall move across the earth. Rather like if we were riding an animal. Only this animal is made of metal and runs of fire and chemicals. It breathes smoke and does not have a heartbeat though it can still die.” “A man made structure used for transportation.” Is what the demon concluded at the end of the discussion. She gradually shifted her eyes around the interiors of the automobile, running her newly formed fingers on the old leather fabric. Not only metal, but parts of animal it seemed. The spirit realm had visions and images often of memories the spirits brought with them into the plane. There were likely such memories of cars in her world. She and her race lived in the wild planes of the spiritual realm where the Pariki thrived and saw little of this. It had perhaps been over three hundred years since she was last summoned into a human world. Each time there was sense of being reborn with a blank slate. There was much to learn. She turned to her companion once more, who was settling from laughter. The undead were things she never saw in her world. There were rumors that the soul of their previous lives sometimes wondered there. It was possible this vampire, before her transition, had a completely different life and personality and that girl was roaming free in the afterlife. Persephone was a wild and free soulless vessel; she radiated with thrill and danger, and had waterfalls of free will spilling throughout all her decisions. The demon watched as she effortlessly rolled that laughter into a howl. “Gold star, we’ll find you something more flattering later on. You’ll have every man and woman drooling over you. Plus you’ll blend in really well with the humans, you might have some problems if anyone should look too closely but they’ll be too dazzled by your beauty.” The demon flicked her eyes down at her body for a moment then back at the vampire. “I’ll keep my distance. Drooling humans will attract much attention.” Persephone set to work on the car and the demon watched silently. It was comedic and animated, but her face stayed stoic as always. Her lips thinned when she threatened the dead beast. It had not a mind but it seemed susceptible to intimidation; for at a thrice turn of the key, the beast awoke with a loud and smokey yawn. Her thigh tensed as the vibrations rung through the metal and shuddered her body. She gripped the leather armrest tightly, folding her gauntlet arm and settling her staff between the front seats. Her nostrils flared at the smell but she did not grimace at the toxins. It lurched and rumbled, the demon jerked forward and was forced to put a hand on the dashboard. Everything became black and hazy around them, emphasizing the subtle cat-like glow in her hazel hues against the dim light filtering through. The demon looked to the vampire, perhaps for reassurance. “Hold on tight, next stop, Shrine city!” The demon gripped the armbars and clawed her metal gauntlet into the dashboard before they lurched again and burst through the weak doors of the garage. The car wailed in what seemed like protest as new dents and scratches manifested on its hood before they emerged into the sunlight. The demon’s eyes squinted and she covered her face, charcoal hair suddenly whipping wildly around her. When she lowered her hand, green planes and brown roads reflected off her pupils. She was still. The scenery raced past them, but their bodies appeared completely still and motionless, not affected by the gravity of the winds. It was not like running, or like traveling through summons, or even like riding the Pariki. It was effortless, relentless, but rapid. The demon reached out, placing her hand on the protective cool windshield. Glass, she remembered. The vampire began to hoot and holler with joy and excitement. The demon stared at her plain-faced, and then turned towards the open window where she could feel the power of their movement cut across her face. In one swift movement, the demon shifted her body to snake through the open window with claws engraving holes into the borders. Her raven hair shot back and her senses were filled with rushing winds permeated with scents. “Having fun?” She didn’t answer. If the vampire glanced over, she'd only see the v-cut shape of her black jeans compressing and hugging the backs of her thighs with winks of buttcheek rumbling in the oscillations of the car. Her hazels eyes fell on the rolling tires as her ears captured the grunting engine. Outrageously she bent forward, feet lifting off the ground and compressing into the roof of the car. Her arms flexed with her demonic strength and as she compressed her cheek to the outside of the car door to get a closer look at the tires. They were like no wheels she had even seen before. “In truth, our speed was not only for enjoyment and the adrenaline of danger. The police and soon every law enforcement in the area will be coming down on that house like wasps to a sweet wine. We need to hurry if we are to reach the city.” Picking up the voice over the roar of the engine, only because Persephone was so wondrously loud and outspoken, the demon flexed her thighs, kicking back against the roof to swing her body upright. She curled back into the seat and stared at the vampire with the most ridiculous wind blown, dust and pebble filled hair you could imagine. “We’re going to have been very careful when we enter the city as the population are not very welcoming to outsiders, different species or anyone who isn’t from the city. When we’re out on the streets to avoid all eye contact with anyone and try to not draw any attention to yourself. We need to be almost totally invisible.” “I am not capable of becoming invisible in this body or even lucid. Avoiding attention to ourselves by adapting to movement of the humans is the best decision.” If Persephone had not realized it by now. The demon was very literal. More time passed within their travels. The demon stuck her head and torso out of the window like a riding canine several times, particularly when new scenery manifested itself. It served to comb and filter pebbles from her hair. The skies darkened and teared up with admonitions of wailing thunderous rain against flushed cheeks of lightning. The product of the sky's past sobs slithered through the earth in the form of glimmering rivers. At one point the road turned to planks; clicking sounds of the tires passing their crevasses rose up as they drove over the bridge of the river. Though it was brief, the demon caught a glimpse of her waving reflection for the first time. As it sank into the earth, she glanced back as if waiting for her new self to rise from the waters and chase after them. Then she caught her first view of the city rising from the horizon like the sun. She instantly knew it was man-made. Time had brought significant changes to the heights of human structures, but she recognized them nonetheless. The demon canted her head up as they approached even closer. The buildings shone white against the beaming sun, perhaps only rivaling the heights forests of her world. However, their thick exquisiteness, pregnant with thousands of twinkling square shaped stars upon the walls were unmatched. “We’ll try and enter through one of the channels of a boat or maybe there’s a tunnel that we could go through. I hope there is somebody with an empty purse and low morals that we can persuade.” The demon drew her head back into the car to look at Persephone. “Does that sound like a worthy plan?” “You suggest…” She paused for a moment. “That we convince a person of poverty with our riches to let us into the city without rising awareness. If this is your plan, I will follow it.” Being so close to the city, even if it was along the roadways of the rivers, it would be impossible to stay alone for long. Other automobiles with much more shine , polished features, and practically soundless approach came riding passed and around them. Other humans were along the river ways, long poles in their hands and water buckets at their feet. The demon watched them all. Her apathetic face was fine for their situation as they passed others, it gave little attention to the curious onlooker. The cars were few and far in between though. As their roadway took them toward the ferry, people with automobiles likely rarely needed such ways into city. “I don’t think there will be a day when I am not impressed by the drive that species can exhibit in their building” The demon once more needed to draw her head back into the vehicle with attention on the vampire. “Say, I don’t even know your name.” “You never asked.” The vampire laughed and the demon stared curiously. “Mind clearing that up for me?” “When I was first summoned to a human world. I was called Arikara Brule.” She glanced forward at the city. “I am summoned every few hundred years. Every time I arrive, your world is very different. Humans are different. Spirits change little with time. Demons change less. Humans change...very quickly. And express it through artifacts.” She patted the car as if to emphasize her meaning. As their drive continued, the road thinned into single lane. There were many more patrons on the road. Travelers. The city was almost looming over their shoulders now. Separated by a great waterway that split into several gated passages through the wall. Vibrating sounds above announced great metallic birds with bellies of denizens flying in and out of over the city's walls--airships. That too was new for her and had her attention for some time before... Thunk, Skkkkkkkrrrr. The car suddenly dropped and threw her forward. Without a seat-belt, her face planted into the dashboard. Skirrrrrrrrr. Arikara lifted her head from the board, a redness to her cocoa nose. She glanced out the window to the ground, a front tire has sank into a deep and hidden muddy ditch. Mud shot up from the spinning tire until the hole was left with nothing but unyielding sludge. “We’re stuck.” There were several patrons on the road side that stopped to look at them. Arikara stepped out the vehicle. Ignoring the sudden murmurs when she did so. The air was chilled with cold air from the southern mountains, her attire likely seemed odd. She didn't feel such cold. Unconsciously she was a moment from bending down to try and lift the front of the car. “Oi, oi!” Came a deep voice, followed by the rapid steps of a man running up to the car. Arikara froze, suddenly remember humans did not normally possess such strength and backed away. Coming to them was a formal looking man with a uniform. There were no weapons on him, so unlikely to be military or police. Perhaps someone that guided local travelers to the ferry. He was younger, perhaps in his early twenties. As she approached, the demon stepped back several feet. His first glance at the demon, she stared at him. He did a up-down on her, the side of his mouth curling down. “You can’t ride this car on the road. It’s not fit for something like this. Especially with the Spring rains.” He scratched his head frustrated as he looked at the status of the car. “You tourists or something? You can't bring this into the city, it won’t be able to keep up with the traffic speeds. You'll cause an accident. You better be heading to the ferry.” Arikara continued to stare at him, and then looked towards Persephone. "Eh, you speak?" He took a step forward and the demon took a step back. "I'm talking to you." He took two more steps and the demon took two more steps back, her face unchanged. "Oye!" He went on a continuous walk and the demon circled back around the car. Persephone hopefully intervened before it got too ridiculous and the demon took a spot before her. The man leered then looked at the vampire. The demon whispered behind her. "Is he drooling?"
  13. Fallen Joy

    Talons and Wings, It's a Witch Thing

    “But that is the wrong question to ask. Do you understand why we have taken your egg?” The dragon’s blizzard adorned irises narrowed but she remained silent. Her silver bladed tail began to sway across the ice, shaving the surface into building piles of frost. “Do you understand the danger you have put yourself and perhaps your unborn in?” The dragon continued to be still. Jadis clearly had her attention. “I can tell you where the egg has been taken, but you’ll risk more than your own life. What mother would put herself above her own child?” Suddenly the dragon’s talons slammed into the ice, the echoing sound oscillating wildly within cavern and fissures spreading like a disease from the center of her force. Growing icicle fell, breaking like glass on the floor around them. Ferrah leaped from the wall on instinct, pulling a large blade from her back and holding herself before the witches. Though she growled threateningly, it was nothing to the dragon. Chrysanthe curled her to neck, still only looking at Jadis with now wide and frenzied eyes. Don’t you speak about the decency and obligations of a mother to me, young witch. Her mystifying yet terrible face drew closer to the bars of the cage, mist flowing from her flaring nostrils and clouding the chamber’s threshold.Only her maddened twinkling irises pierced through and Jadis reflected from their black depths. I’ve been pregnant with this child for a thousand years, forced to flee due to the Valcurean’s careless and selfish use of magic stealing the very life from this land. I’ve dedicated almost every ounce of my strength and magic to keep my child alive, so much that I am but a minuscule fraction of what I was. My time was drawing short and I had no choice but to take advantage of what seemed like a once in a lifetime opportunity. She was referring to the Cold Snap, a magical phenomenon when Terrenus was stricken with temperatures no warmer than -50 degrees Celsius. It had long ended by this moment, emphasizing on the time the dragon spent asleep and sedated in the bowels of the volcano before now. You know nothing about my tribulations. Lecture not what you only think you understand about me. I am beyond your comprehension. She face grew even closer, until a chastising spark from the barricading bars forced her to retract like a coiled snake. She leered menacingly at the bars, as if ashamed that she could be kept at bay by such tribal thing. She snapped her gaze back at Jadis, lifting her lips just enough to show a small glint of saber pearl fangs. The only threat I’ve witnessed is your horrid larceny and aggression. Reach your point quickly, witch.
  14. Fallen Joy

    Dancing Through Deserts

    The princess chewed on the inside of her cheek as Tyveres landed before her, immediately ready to engage in her training. Like with her dramatic change of hair, he didn’t acknowledge her change of clothing. Armor! She never wore armor nor leather! Her cerulean eyes narrowed under those lengthy lashes. She couldn’t help but be frustrated; she was accustomed to persistent flows of appraisal. Be it through her dances, royalty, or generalized outrageous beauty, people gifted her with praises and compliments on even the most subtle changes. Sometimes even no changes! At the time, she brushed the comments off with a polite thoughtless expressions of gratitude or a flushes of her cheeks. She'd give up every one of those compliments for just one word of acknowledgement from him. “Same as before. You must get me to use my own bla--” “Hah!” She immediately charged him, crescent swinging her blade up at his flank. He was so annoying! The two once more entered their dance of blade and dodge. At first, Cecila’s frustration was apparent. Her swings held a sense of blind intrepidity intermingling with sporadic clumsiness. Did the assassin only see her as a child? A spoiled child without any possibility of running a kingdom on her own? Was this all a joke? Or was he just so condescending that he couldn't even recognize her efforts to become a woman fit to not only been a queen, but even kill her father in the process! All he ever did was express that apathetic stone-faced countenance, teasing her emotions with rare tones of sincerity. The princess’ heart was racing madly, her mind so filled with these thoughts that they blurred into white noise. Her body then moved from forces beyond thought. On instinct. Ironically, she started to perform phenomenally better. The unconscious dancer within her mind consumed her muscles and her keen mirror neurons reflected the rhythmic motions of his body. The cadence was unmistakable. The princess was too consumed to notice it consciously, but her body did. The growing synchronous motions of their bodies became an amazing performance. Invisible music existed between them, originating from a distance memory of his life, resonating through his body, and seducing the princess’ mastered sense of the art. Cecilia not only began twirl to the invisible melody, but ballet pirouettes emerged with gazelle leaps over his form. Her sword style manifested itself. It was acrobatic and beautiful, the sword glinting as an extension of her own body and her subconsciously recognizing it as a part of her. A part of her that wanted nothing more than make him acknowledge her existence, even if meant drawing blood. It was through a leaping somersault through the heavens, her sword sprouting from the movement to strike the crown of his skull, that Tyveres was forced to block her. Time seemed to freeze when their blades connected, the princess’ weight pushing down on him and his strength pushing back up on her. The collision drew them close, faces just between the kiss of their swords. They were so close that their breaths consummated in that moment. He’d see bright tears within her eyes and golden fire within her pupils. The block and his pushing strength forced the princess back. She landed in a stumble on deck, breathing heavily and looking at him angrily through her bangs. The daze of their dance broke and the white noise of her frustration dismantled into tempered heat that flushed her face and made her blood feel like it was boiling. She should have felt proud, but instead she snapped her face away from him and walk away. Keeping her promise to stop crying, she sucked the tears threatening to drop back into her eyes as she approached the railing of the ship. She dropped the sword to the floor and leaned over the edge, clenching her eyes shut and gripping the pole. The assassin might have been bewildered by her behavior. She doubt he understood. If he approached her, the princess kept her eyes on the rising waves of the ocean. “You don’t think I can do this, do you?” She whispered out to him, her angered face melting away into a dismal curtain. “Are you...just humoring me?”
  15. Fallen Joy

    Mount Ariadne

    Outside the depths of Mt Ariadne a great wind slapped the earth and forced the flora to bow. A great avian perched upon the side the mountainside. Upon its back was Luna. Some time had passed since her departure. She journeyed across the lands and cities in the east in search of a lost sword once embedded in the heart of a hydra. Through a matter of both luck and skill, she found its location and hurried back with haste. Luna leaped off the bird, cloak flaring around her like wings before she landed with grace on the surface. “Ah..” She sighed, reaching her gloved hands for her hood. Much had happened in her absence, both great and concerning. Nonetheless, a huge beaming smile shone upon her face when she removed her hood. She couldn’t have been more thrilled to be in a place she was learning to call home. Behind her, the purple avian nudged her with its beak. Luna turned, bringing the bird's head into a well deserved embrace. “Thank you for everything, love. Rest well and Blessed Be.” The bird chirped once, lifting its great wings. She squinted her eyes to the skies as the creature quickly vanished into the skies, grey clouds transpiring almost instantly around its body. In an instant, it was gone. Its final departing gift being Luna’s wind blown frazzled hair. Not able to wait another moment, Luna quickly made her way to one of the many hidden entries of the mountain. She felt them, her sisters within the mountain. She had so much to tell them, to hear from them. Her first encounter was unfortunately orcs guarding an entrance. As the sight of her, they immediately bowed, but Luna ran passed them around a glance. Mauve eyes twinkling with excitement, she drew blood from her thumb, reached up and pressed on an indistinct spot on the archway of the cavern. The air rippled, danced, and then instantly consumed her. When Luna reappeared, she was within heart of the mountain, flying towards the distant fortress upon her staff. Just as she knew they were there, they’d know instantly of her arrival.
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