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Post by Jaenelle Angelline on Aug 2, 2006 23:16:53 GMT -5
Jaenelle slowly picked through the rubble of the ruins of the SaDiablo Hall in Terreille. She had known about this place for as long as she could remember, had known it was in ruins, but nothing had prepared her for the site of this.
The fabulous hall that still stood standing strong in Kaeleer and Hell had crumbled almost beyond recognition, the gardens and plants that were usually carefully tended had either withered away or grown so large and twisted they didn’t even look like the plants that they really were.
Stepping over the crumbled remains of a fountain that had once bubbled cheerfully, Jaenelle stood still for a moment, closing her eyes briefly and taking a deep breath before opening them once again. Her eyes hardened as she thought of who, or what, had caused the preservation barriers that protected the hall to fall apart and deteriorate over one thousand six hundred years ago.
They had been of strong magic, and not easily worn down. Not only were the protective barriers gone though, the entire feel of life in the area had been sucked dry. No wind blew through the dry leaves on the knarly trees, no small animals or insects made their homes at the ruins. The place was dead… completely dead.
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Post by Emily Raven on Aug 2, 2006 23:27:32 GMT -5
A dark shadow stepped out behind her. "Why are you in my territory." The voice asked, silky as a song and cold as a knife. There was a cold dark musky scent, deifinately female. Yet it was chilling and almost evil.
The sound of a nice being drawn from the hilt came and the blade pressed against her throat, the arm holding the knife looked nearly dead white and was clothed in a dirty black fingerless glove.
"Answer me girly, unless you want your pretty head cut off." The sadistic voice murmmered, seeming to belong to the darkness.
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Post by Jaenelle Angelline on Aug 3, 2006 9:36:51 GMT -5
How had the beautiful hall crumbled into this? Jaenelle wondered, still amazed and horrified at what had become of the place. She definitely needed to speak to Saetan about attempting to bring the cheerfulness back to the place. The remaining people of Terreille needed cheerful ruins, at the least, to hopefully bring back just a bit of the dreams they had before half of their population was wiped off the planet.
Sensing a presence behind her, Jaenelle cocked her head to the side as the stranger spoke. After a moment, her blue eyes turned and calmly looked at the stranger, serenely taking in the site of her even as she pressed a knife to her throat. Her breath didn’t hitch; her heart didn’t even skip a beat out of nervousness.
“Please remove your knife from my throat.” she told the stranger evenly, her eyes unblinking. “This territory belonged to no one when I last checked.” A wry smile crossed her face at her next words. “I don’t think I’d appreciate having my head cut off, either.”
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Post by Emily Raven on Aug 3, 2006 11:43:06 GMT -5
The woman smirked. She hand aple white skin, glossy black skin, and deep black eyes. Her whole aura was as cold as ice. She let out a velvity stabbing laugh.
"Yes, but I live here, and you don't. So I have first claim. and you're just a strange who's wandered into an Assasin's din. To bad for you love." She chuckeled, her eyes flashed red. "I wonder how your blood would taste." Her eyes flashed red and stayed that color. "Sweet, maybe a little tart? Certainly not foul like the Dreaga witches."
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Post by Jaenelle Angelline on Aug 3, 2006 16:24:38 GMT -5
Jaenelle’s eyes flashed dangerously. She had a very precarious temper already, and this woman wasn’t helping her at all. “Once again, get your knife off of my neck.” she told the woman coldly; although she didn’t let her emotions change too much. All the boyos would be here within a split second if she showed any kind of distress or rage, since they would feel it through the awful Rings of Honor they insisted on wearing. She had created the rings for them, after all, but there was not much she could do about it now, except let them pamper her at times and arrive to save the day like the over protective bullies they really were. Everything has a price, after all.
“No one lives in these ruins. If they belong to anyone, they belong to the High Lord of Hell who originally lived here.” Jaenelle couldn’t help but wonder how the stranger would react to her mentioning Saetan, but she didn’t really care. She’d give her this one last time to remove her blade before she called in the Eyrien sticks Lucivar had trained her with. She was rather skilled with those, being able to hold her own and occasionally beat the Warlord Prince.
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Post by Emily Raven on Aug 3, 2006 20:25:07 GMT -5
She glarred at the woman, pushing theknife into her neck till it bled. She withdrew the blade and licked the blood. "I don't give a damn who used to live here. Now I live here, and my two sons and my husband live here. So you can stuff your ideas of ownership.' She growled, her eyes flashings a chilly black.
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Post by Jaenelle Angelline on Aug 3, 2006 20:34:13 GMT -5
The woman who reminded her a bit of Surreal dug the blade in a little bit more, and Jaenelle’s temper snapped. She called in the Eyrien fighting sticks, grabbing them and hitting the woman all in a split second. She had hit her hard enough to knock her back with a quick twirl of her body and arms, just as she jerked out of the way of the knife and positioned herself farther away from the woman.
Jaenelle wasn’t sure if she wore any Jewels, as she couldn’t see them at the moment, but caution and relying on things other than Craft was important, as well. Her own jewel, the Twilight’s Dawn, was on display in a necklace at the base of her throat where it usually was. Setting her feet in the Eyrien fighting stance Lucivar had taught her so well she gazed at the woman for the first time. She was very pale, had long, glossy black hair, and dark eyes. She was most likely human, as she didn’t have the coloring of any of the long lived races.
“I told you to remove your knife from my throat.” Jaenelle snarled, her haunted blue eyes still watching the woman as she raised a hand and brushed it against the thin stream of blood coming from the wound. She quickly wove a small healing web around the cut, which instantly stopped bleeding. Still not diverting her attention from the woman with the knife she shook her head ever so slightly. “I did not come her with hostile intentions, having had no idea these ruins were inhabited. Did you come here after so many of your people died suddenly?” The question was more of a statement, and Jaenelle almost felt a little bit of pity for the woman. Almost. Those tainted had to be purged, and she would never change that decision that she had made.
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Post by Emily Raven on Aug 3, 2006 20:42:00 GMT -5
The woman barked out a laughed. "My people have been long dead." She purred darkly, twrilling her kinfe in her fingers, not really carring abotu having been hit, or about thw Eryien stick.
" They were killed by Hayllian's who we welcomed. They killed just about everyone. " She started her eyes flashing with hate. "Those who survied were sold or broken." She stated, then looked at the woman, and gave a chilling smile.
She moved foreward walking with a feline grace oh-so-different from Daemon. "As for your question, I am living here because my insane sister is trying to kill me and she's afraid of this place."
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Post by Jaenelle Angelline on Aug 3, 2006 20:45:25 GMT -5
“The Hayllians who killed you people are now long dead, as well. There’s nothing keeping you here, unless you don’t think you can defend yourself from your sister.” A slow pause, then Jaenelle spoke again. “She might be gone, as well. Who was she associated with?” If this insane sister was in the Twisted Kingdom, then she probably had no idea what she was doing in the sane world. If the insane sister had been associated with either Dorothea or Heketah, she would be dead as well. She could at least give this woman the reassurance of that much information.
“And yet you survived, as well as your family.” Jaenelle stated, eyes scanning the area behind the woman. The place was open aired, so there was no way she could smell their psychic scents. The place was also lifeless, and no psychic scent would hold for even a moment in this haunted place. Not like she was arguing with that, of course.
“Where is your family?” she asked, trying to lower the woman’s temper and obvious need for bloodshed. As she started to walk closer, Jaenelle shifted into a defensive Eyrien stance, holding the sticks in her not quite relaxed, not quite wary grip.
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Post by Emily Raven on Aug 3, 2006 20:51:51 GMT -5
She paused about a foot infront of the otehr woman, and laughed again, a twisted cold laugh. "My sister work with herself, and killed who she wanted and took who she wanted just to watch them suffer and hurt. She did it for the fun of it. And people think I'm sadistic." She chuckeled.
" And you're right, and I'm damn scarred of her. cause she can kick my ass. And I'm not about to let her get to my boys. because she'll totured them. and I won't allow that."
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Post by Jaenelle Angelline on Aug 3, 2006 20:53:44 GMT -5
Jaenelle stood, still on guard, as the woman seemed to lose a little of her viciousness. She spoke of her sister, who loved to kill and watch others suffer. At least the stranger didn’t mention her burning out minds and using the power of her jewels, if she had them, for the wrong cause. She’d gotten rid of all of the tainted… she sincerely hoped.
As the woman mentioned being sadistic, Jaenelle’s thoughts instantly traveled to The Sadist himself, her husband. It was a good thing he wasn’t here at the moment, she thought with a wry smile, or he would become the stubborn, snarly male that he usually was. Then again, that was why she loved him so much.
“Does this sister have a name?” Jaenelle asked cautiously, knowing she was treading on very thin ground. “And do you have a name, stranger?” As the woman mentioned her sister torturing her children, her eyes hardened and wisps of a midnight blue started to shine through. “How old are they?”
If they were young and vulnerable, and this woman became friendlier, she might suggest they go to the Service Fair that is held in Kaeleer. She was sure someone like Karla, Gabrielle, or Morghann would sign for their entrance. If she herself still ruled a court, she might have as well. Surreal found a home in Kaeleer, so there was no reason this woman wouldn’t.
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Post by Emily Raven on Aug 3, 2006 21:03:14 GMT -5
She watched the faire haired woman closely, then started to answer her questions in order. "She's called Erin the Twisted. I go by many names, The Black Cat, The Living Demon, The Blood whore, and my personal favorite Raven the Assasin" She smirked softly.
"As for my sons, Damien, the eldest is 19, and Kaiji is 17." She said, her voice filled wit ha protective feirceness. "If you think because you're a queen you can have them you'll find yourself no longer needing to breathe." She threatend, her eyes contracting into catlike slits.
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Post by Jaenelle Angelline on Aug 4, 2006 17:59:56 GMT -5
Jaenelle listened to the woman closely as she answered her questions, although she still hadn’t put away the knife. In response, Jaenelle didn’t put away the sticks, either. “The Twisted?” she repeated as she watched this Raven woman closely. “Does that just have to do with her killings or does it mean something more?” She might as well ask now if the woman was in the Twisted Kingdom because of her madness.
Raven the Assassin, among other nicknames, was the woman’s name. Once again she reminded her of Surreal, the assassin who had posed as a whore in a Red Moon house to hide her preferred profession. “Can’t they protect themselves?” Jaenelle asked, aware of all the questions she was asking. It never hurt to get to know and understand your adversary, after all. “Or do they not wear jewels?” Now that she knew the boy’s ages, knew that they were not young children, the harsh midnight blue starting to appear in her eyes slowly melted back into her usual bright blue eye color.
The comment made about her being a Queen, however, stung. It wasn’t like she’d asked to be a Queen, after all. “I do not rule a court, therefore I have no reason to want your sons.” she reassured Raven, although her voice was cold as she thought about the things the Terreillian Queens might have wanted done to the boys. “Even if I did rule a court and want your sons, my intentions would be nothing less than honorable.”
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Post by Emily Raven on Aug 4, 2006 18:23:35 GMT -5
" My mother called her twisted once when we were children, The title just stuck because that's how she is. " She muttered, twirlling the knife boredly. She watched the metal spin.
"They can protect them selves, but Erin can over power me, and I'm stronger than they are. Are for you jewels question, she doesn't they, they do, I don't." She said simply. her eyes fallowed the way the metal moved like a hypnosis.
She stopped suddenly, holding into the hilt like she was going to stab someone. " I doubt very seriously that anything you would have them do would be honorable. Queens are either cruel or weak." She said glarring at the other woman.
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Post by Jaenelle Angelline on Aug 4, 2006 19:03:57 GMT -5
Jaenelle’s eyes followed the twirling metal, still wary. Raven had said she didn’t wear jewels, but she didn’t seem at all like the stereotypical landen. Most of them were either afraid of the Blood, or they hated it with a passion. Raven didn’t seem like she followed either way, since she definitely wasn’t cowering, and she hadn’t attacked Jaenelle just because she was Blood. If anyone should be wary of their opponent, Raven should be, since Jaenelle could simply burn out her mind. Not like she would ever do that to the woman, of course, but Raven didn’t know that.
“What about your husband? Doesn’t he feel any need to protect his family as well?” Jaenelle asked the woman. All the males she knew were so overprotective, stubborn, and snarly. She could barely imagine a male that cowered and let others do the work unless he was ordered to do so. Even then, some resistance and snarling seemed natural.
Jaenelle’s eyes flashed a midnight blue warning as Raven turned the knife into an attacking position and snarled about Queens being cruel or weak. “The Queens of Terreille, yes. But not the Queens of Kaeleer.” she said slowly, watching Raven and her knife, and wondering with mild annoyance when she was going to put it away.
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