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Post by Emily Raven on Aug 4, 2006 19:17:28 GMT -5
He watched her knife, eyeing it closely. "He's protective, but submissive." She looked at her. " He was broken by some queen before I met him. He can barley defend himself from my temper, do you think he would be able to take on someone who snaps at the slightest anything?" She growled, starting to circle the queen like a lion eyeing it's prey. Yet she made no move to attack, infact she put her knife away.
"And what makes you think a Kaeleer queen can't be turned as well? It's not impossible. Terreille queens used to be just like Kaeleer queens. And I never trust any of them."
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Post by Jaenelle Angelline on Aug 4, 2006 19:43:42 GMT -5
“If he was broken, no.” Jaenelle replied quietly, feeling slightly bad for the man she hadn’t met. Shattering someone’s jewels was an awful thing to do, and being on the receiving end of that could only be worse. Some people deserved it, however, Jaenelle reminded herself as she thought of Alexandra, her grandmother. She had no idea if the woman, Leland, or Philip had even survived the purging of the taint. A small part of her wanted them to have survived, but the other part could only curse them for how she had been treated as a child.
“Kaeleer Queens follow a code of honor, and those in the territory of Dhemlan answer to a male. They can be turned, since they are just like any other, but the chances are next to impossible.” Jaenelle told Raven coldly, watching as she put away her knife. She returned the favor by vanishing the Eyrien war sticks, but keeping them close by just in case. Raven’s insult to the Kaeleer Queens touched her personally, since all of the Realm Queens were members of the coven, and her friends.
“Kaeleer Queens don’t keep pleasure slaves,” she almost snarled, Daemon’s pain too close to the front of her mind, “and they don’t force males into their beds unless they are willing. Punishments are deserved, not for entertainment.” Daemon’s butler’s pain of being shaved was now in her mind, and the pain in Daemon’s eyes when she had innocently asked him what shaving was, when she was only a child, surfaced as well. “Don’t speak of things you do not understand.”
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Post by Emily Raven on Aug 4, 2006 19:50:22 GMT -5
"Don't tell me I don't understand, I undertsand perfectly. I understand a kind queen ruling anywhere does good for teh people, but Even a kind queen can be blined by her kindness and be brought to her knees. My Mother was. And... Hell" She started pacing "I understand welcoming Hayllians into our land because they wanted to be away from that damn priestess. I understand them having been bought out by the bitch they claimed to be fleeing from be for hand. I understand them killing an entire rac,e I understand them rapping and breaking two young children and killing the boy for the fun of it. I understand them buring the land and everything to the ground. I understand because I've lived it. It's you who don't understand." She growled feirce anger building up in her.
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Post by Jaenelle Angelline on Aug 4, 2006 20:00:44 GMT -5
“Your mother was a Queen? Queen of what lands?” She asked Raven quizzically after a moment. A Queen for a mother, and yet she had no jewels? Something didn’t seem exactly right. She wasn’t a landen, then, since she was Blood. Even though she was Blood, she was not a witch and didn’t wear jewels. That explained a bit of her bitterness, but not any of her stubbornness. She would get along with Surreal, and like Surreal, would have a grand time shouting at Lucivar.
“I don’t understand?” Jaenelle said blandly, coldly, harshly. “You are not the only one who had lived an uneasy life. People get broken, people get slaughtered, people lie and cheat and steal. People who were tainted like that are gone. People who followed the rules of Dorothea and Heketah have been destroyed. Maybe you’re too holed up here in my Papa’s ruins to notice anything had changed.”
She had let a few things slip, like saying her Papa’s ruins, and the names of Dorothea and Heketah, but she hadn’t even noticed. Her eyes turned darker as she rounded on Raven, watching her with the ancient, wistful, haunted dark eyes. “Oh, I think I understand very much.” she said in her midnight voice.
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Post by Emily Raven on Aug 4, 2006 20:07:20 GMT -5
"Yes my mother was a queen, she ruled a territory in Terreille, it was one of the last to fall if you must know." She hissed, her eyes a cold back.
"Don't tell me something I already know, but let me tell you something you don't know. There are those who were not tainted by Dorothea who are tainted, and they are still around! So shut up queenie." She growled.
She started to circle Jaenelle again. "Papa, the high Lord's your father?" She smirked "Quiet an achievment." She didn't care.
She paused glarring at the woman. You want to know why I don't wear jewels? I know you do? It's because you can't break someone who doesn't wear jewels, even if they are blood. That And I think it's cheating, always have."
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Post by Jaenelle Angelline on Aug 5, 2006 18:00:51 GMT -5
“Your mother must have been a strong woman, then.” Jaenelle said thoughtfully, watching Raven closely. “It’s a shame you don’t take some pride in accomplishing what she had accomplished in her lifetime. Being holed up in these ruins can’t truly be considered a life. These ruins are dead.”
More talk of the tainted bothered Jaenelle. It seemed that this woman would never shut up. She had to finish looking at the ruins, had to find what she was searching for. That was her next goal, to find out what caused the preservation spells on the ruins to deteriorate, and then to discover what had caused the ruins themselves to fall apart. Eventually, she hoped to bring back the life to this area, and to bring back the glorious SaDiablo hall of Terreille, Saetan’s home during the time before he became a Guardian.
“It seems we have different meanings of tainted.” she told the woman, eyes blazing midnight fire. “Those who abused the powers granted to them at birth, and used that power to destroy innocent lives, have been destroyed. Those who are assassins, or just have a love for blood, have not truly abused their power. They are just immoral, wicked. They were not tainted to an extent that they needed to be destroyed. Everyone has sins.”
“The High Lord is not my-“ Jaenelle started, then stopped, cursing herself silently in several languages. She hadn’t realized she had said that much to this stranger, had let her temper get so out of hand. Then again, it didn’t really matter. Everything has a price.
“So you were born with jewels, then?” she said, half question and half statement. “Anyone’s mind can be shattered by those more powerful, even landens who are not Blood.” A pause, and then in her midnight voice, “Do not think you are immune to the ravages of others, or that you know everything.”
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Post by Emily Raven on Aug 5, 2006 18:42:49 GMT -5
"Neither do I, but it's fun to pretend." She said, though it sounded more like a sarcastic joke. "And I'm not hoeld up here, We've been here for about a week, and we aren't staying long." She said watching the queen. "Who the hell are you anyway?"
Her eyes scanned the horizon for a moment then fell back on the woman. She smirked again, there was something just not right about her at all. Like a few peices were just not there. Like maybe part of her really was in the twisted kingdom
(better?)
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Post by Jaenelle Angelline on Aug 5, 2006 19:12:01 GMT -5
“If you aren’t staying long, than you cannot claim this territory as your own. I have as much right to be here as you do.” And I’ll be back once you leave. Jaenelle repeated, although she felt slightly like she wasn’t getting anything across to this woman at all. Ah well. Once she was gone then Jaenelle could finish surveying the land for her ultimate goal. The woman’s next words, however, startled her. “My name is Jaenelle.” she told Raven softly, blue eyes watching her closely. Witch and the midnight voice that belonged to her had gone back away with the fading of her temper, but she still lurked close to the surface, ready to pounce once again. ((Yes, but you didn’t give me much to work with, lol. My post shrunk. ))
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Post by Emily Raven on Aug 5, 2006 19:20:20 GMT -5
She paused, and sat down on a rock, thinking. "I've heard that name, but Mother Night I can't remember where." She thought for a lon time, her mind racing, then she finally stood up, remembering. "yes, I remember, my Husband told me about a girl he'd met once. His old Queen was visiting the Territory queen and he met her granddaughter... He said that there was something about her that was just quiet... right..."
She sighed softly. "And what I said makes no since what so ever." She murmered, looking more like an unsure teen than the twisted woman she had been not more than a moment ago.
(SORRY!)
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Post by Jaenelle Angelline on Aug 5, 2006 19:30:03 GMT -5
As she said her name, and a familiar look came over the former fierce Raven, Jaenelle wanted her carefully, even as she spoke. Finally, she sighed softly, raking a hand through her now shoulder length blonde hair and wondering how to respond to Raven.
“What territory Queen was he visiting?” she asked slowly, carefully. She wasn’t going to mention anything else at all. Her childhood with Alexandra brought back such painful memories and emotional scars, she liked to keep it buried behind layers and layers of other, more positive thoughts. She couldn’t help who she was, couldn’t help that no one thought she was good at anything. She had been… different, and only realized that it was all right when she met Daemon. He was her savior, in more ways than just one, just as she was his.
“It makes enough sense.” Jaenelle told her after a silent moment, not still sure if she should address the situation.
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Post by Emily Raven on Aug 5, 2006 19:44:33 GMT -5
"He never said, but I foud him woundering around Chaillot..." She sighed ssoftly. "everyone who treated those men and boys taht way deserved way more than what they got." She growled, some of her edge returning.
She looked at the Horizon again as if waiting for something, like someone was comming, like she expecting a reprieve(sp?)... it was just odd.
Her eyes landed back on the queen. "You're a little odd, you know that?"
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Post by Jaenelle Angelline on Aug 5, 2006 19:51:47 GMT -5
“Chaillot.” she murmured with a sigh after a moment. “That would be the former Queen Alexandra Angelline, would I not?” she asked Raven, even though she knew the answer too well. “She kept a single pleasure slave during her whole rein, from what I know. She was… a good Queen.” Jaenelle finally said, and she even believed it. Her grandmother had been a good Queen, opposing Hayll and the rule of Dorothea and Heketah for as long as she possible could. Yet, although she was a good Queen, she was not a good grandmother.
“And why I am odd?” Jaenelle replied sternly, not liking the sudden turn of the conversation. Witch lurched. “Everyone is different in their own way, after all. Odd is not such a nice word to use.”
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Post by Emily Raven on Aug 5, 2006 20:02:03 GMT -5
She nearlly laughed. " I have meet some mighty wierd people in my time, and as far as I can see just being Odd is a good accomplishment." She chuckeled and stretched.
"As for the queen, I know he nevr belonged to her, but one of the other queens, he got passed around a bit." She sighed. " He's absolutely mental, but he's far more sane than me."
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Post by Jaenelle Angelline on Aug 5, 2006 20:09:04 GMT -5
“Well, than, I guess that girl didn’t really have any problems, if you say odd is good.” Jaenelle replied, considering her words. The woman hadn’t insulted her like so many others had during her childhood. That was good, right? But she had called her odd, so wasn’t that an insult? She just decided to ignore the whole conversation.
“He is not mental!” Jaenelle snapped angrily in reply to Raven’s comment about Daemon. True, he could be very cold and he wasn’t called The Sadist for nothing, but he wasn’t mental in the way Raven was calling him. She would accept snarly and stubborn as proper descriptive words, since she often referred to be as that stubborn, snarly male, but other words, especially ones as harsh as mental, she would not tolerate. His time in the Twisted Kingdom did not give him the right to be called mental, insane, what have you.
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Post by Emily Raven on Aug 8, 2006 15:00:01 GMT -5
She blinked. "I was talking about my husband, I don't know who the hell you're talking about." She started circling the woman again like she had before as if she'd had some sort of reggression. Silently she woundered who the woman was thinking off, and her mind started working, her cat liek curiousity peaked.
"Just who were you talking about Love?" She asked continueing to circle Jaenelle as if she(Raven) were a lioness stalking it's prey. Her eyes kept shifting, skidding over Jaeneele, but never quiet leaving her.
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