The Kingdom of Astaeron

Zariel watches as the man passes him up, his ashen gray eyes flaring as blood rapidly flows from his palm, dripping slowly unto the floor. He had, as he once before, dug his extremely sharp nails into his palms, something of which would cause any other extreme discomfort, though, he seemed to not notice at all. The blood began to pool, forming two small puddles before meeting before him, in a mass puddle.

He bites down on his bottom lip as well, blood flowing slowly down his chin. It was clear, to anyone who would view him; though, no one was currently around except a few guards, of whom were watching the entrance, rather than he; that he was enraged. The muscles on his body were tensed, causing blood to continue spilling until he suddenly inhaled, the first time he breathed in what would have had to of been at least two minutes, and the crystalline structure of blood hat had begun to form fell back into a puddle, before wrapping up his legs and back into his veins.

Slowly, Zariel wiped a band of sweat from his forehead, and his gray toned skin seemed to turn a shade lighter, he still was not used to this power, nor the effects it had on his body, which explains why it happened so suddenly, and without his control, but, it changed not his anger, just his control. He shut his eyes, making the promise he did last time he visited here, if one were to take his place, he would cut them down, and leave the kingdom, it wouldn't be the first time he escaped a bounty after all.

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Herzius raises back his head, taking a sniff, he smelt an all too familiar scent as the gray man shuffled into the room. The metallic scent of blood. He shuts his eyes and begins to click, located the male, and his structure of, blood. Herzius eyes open, and he seems visibly surprised, it was not the first time he encountered a blood mage, but the sheer amount of structural ability created by one who must be a fledgling was amazing. He contemplating stating something about it, but thought about it, she seemed too open to individuals, so, the revealing of a blood-mage would likely mean nothing to her, so, he stayed silent.
 
V bowed then purred, "Thank you." The spider assumed they were done talking, since there was nothing he could think that would need to be discussed. He turned to leave, and had to step around the metal man, who was almost as tall as himself. His eyes flashed green as he looked at him, reminded of friends from his past. Outside the throne room V noticed an elfish creature, though V had never met an elf, and only heard tales of what one might look like. V chirped acknowledgement as he passed. He stood outside the room, a little ways from the door waiting for the guide that the queen would send.
 
Arianna's gaze fell to one of the guards by the majestic throne room doors and she nodded in the direction that V had gone. The guard simply gave a nod and turned, heading out and going after V.

"I believe that I am to escort you to the property the Queen has just granted you?" asked the guard politely as he approached the large spider by the door.

Arianna, meanwhile, looked towards the newcomer who had entered and gave him a warm smile. "Good morning," she said to him in a gentle tone. "My name is Arianna. What's yours?"
 
V purred to the guard, "Lead the way then sir." The large spider fell into step behind the guard, following him out of the castle.
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Boulevard bowed to the queen, he had yet to find a nation where bowing is not respectful. "Good morning, I am called Boulevard Valtiel," the metal man smiled to the queen, his teeth a shiny grey.
 
Herzius observed the man with a callous scowl, not sure what the creature was, but certain that a man made of presumably tin could not be a good man at all. He could be wrong, in fact, he was likely wrong, he never felt quite like anyone was up to good unless he told them what to do, but, despite this, he always knew who was truly bad, so, that was always beneficial, intuition was a tricky thing though, and many of those with acclaimed "Intuition" were truly just too cautious to be practical, Herzius was the latter, but, practicality was not what he was made for. Judging was a thing better suited to those of which were in power, and, other than in the physical pretext, Herzius didn't like power. Too much stress, not enough progress, a ruler could be in charge for years without change, which, in truth, was what he appreciated about the Queen, she was radical, cunning, and underhanded, things changed with her, but in a sense of which was beneficial to he, and harmful to those who opposed he.

He looks around, getting a grasp of time, as, he might be perfectly willing to wait for the Queen of Astaeron to finish her duties, but, he in no way needed to be happy about it. He wasn't happy about many things though, most of them minor, but some of them took up a major part of his being. Like mages, he didn't have much reason to call down his fury upon them, he just didn't like them, he didn't like that something could take advantage of his shortened range, and he'd be useless to stop it. No amount of armor could stop heat, in fact, it'd make it worse, and, as rubber's insulative abilities hadn't yet been discovered, electricity could easily defeat him. That was something of which he could simply not stand for. He was forged in war, forged for war, forged of war, and yet, magicka could defeat him, bah, magic was the way of cowards, not because it was infidelic, but rather, because it was something of which could end the reign of those of whom boasted grace, power, and speed.
 
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