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~Alecto Dysart~
Umiloian Head Cook​

Alecto saw the King gesticulate towards him and entered without delay, "Ladies...Gents! This man Alecto Dysart, will be your cook this evening. He's one of, if not the best cooks around. He also happens to be Umilo's Head Cook." Alecto bowed and accepted the gratitude until it subsided. He walked hurriedly to avoid the unnecessary gawking and be thought as conceited. A woman approached him, she did not looking Umiloian, but her golden dress seemed of familiar make.

"How are you today Alecto. You look as dashing as ever." Alecto was taken back, a personal comment from an exquisitely alluring young woman, what foreign gods had he pleased to deserve this? "I am well, my lady, the kitchen has kept me on my toes and fingers dodging knives and cleavers from the rival cooks." Alecto shifted awkwardly as he leaned in, "Excuse my forwardness but, have we met before;" a sudden inspiration caught him, "perhaps in my dreams?" Alecto tried to suppress a smile but it burst forth like the Umiloian sunrise.

Alecto continued, "Do you have an escort for this evening?" Alecto noticed that her hair was beginning to fade of color. The fire in her hair was turning to embers, embers to darkness, and darkness into a starry night's sky. The woman's hair shone brilliantly no matter the lighting. Alecto felt himself staring and shook himself awake. Her lips and hair dripped of beauty, but still her familiarity eluded him.

 

[Justin]

Heaven Heart & Prince Marco Heaven Heart Prince Marco

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  Heaven started to giggle at his comment. If they did meet in his dreams he would remember her for sure. Heaven forgot that this was the first time any chef, servant or what not has ever seen her out of her armor. "Oh...well we have not ever officially met before, but I'm Heaven... Heaven Heart. I'm the Personal Guard to King Julian, our king." She would hope that telling Alecto this didn't scare him off. Most men thought that Heaven was King Julian's property; Heaven usually didn't tell men that she was his guard. Alecto would find out eventually, even if she didn't tell him.
  
  "So...is cooking your only love?" That was smooth...real smooth Heaven. She usually didn't ask men if they had a wife or lover; since most men she went for were royal bastards. Heaven was nervous, her hair was not helping her at all. It kept changing from hot fire red to onyx purple black. She hated when it did that. Heaven watched Alecto, he was mesmerized by her; maybe her hair was trying to help her. Just then the kitchen door shot open...Heaven's face dropped. It was the evil bastard Prince Marco, he was with...Jamie!!!!! That was Maximus' little brother.
  
  "Ummm...Alecto it was nice to talk to you...but I think...jackass wants you. We can talk again later." Heaven turned to walk away, at the same time Marco shot his evil smile at her. Heaven hiked up her dress and walked back to her seat. Her hair by now was back to fire red, she was pissed off at the Prince for doing that.
  
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  Prince Marco walked with Jamie back to the Royal Party. Oshil was nothing like Umilo. To Prince Marco this place needed more fire! More color, more fun. Prince Marco would see to that when he became King to all four nations. "Hey Jamie do you think I could be a great king...you don't even have to answer that I will be the greatest King there ever was!"
  
  Prince Marco made it back to the castle, he went to the kitchen with Jamie. Marco was amused at the scene he saw before him. It was his father's guard Heaven and the cook Alecto. This was good. He watched Heaven leave with a giant smile on his face. He would have a talk with her later. For now he needed to get food for Jamie. Maybe that would keep him busy and out of Marco's hair. "Alecto! This...boy is Jamie. Make sure you give him the best food that this place has. You treat him as well as you would treat me." Prince Marco guided Jamie to a table in the kitchen. He went over to Alecto. "Make sure he doesn't "happen" to disappear on you. He can be a lot to handle."
  
  As Marco made his way to his seat he could see the royals staring at him. It was about time he had all eyes on him. Marco walked right in front of the royal room. He could see the annoyance on his father's face; he could give a rat's grey ass about it. "So I see that my little walk out was a scene for gossip and rumors was it?! I guess you all would like to know who that boy was. Well if you really would like to know he's...a stable boy from Umilo. His sister is a knight in our army. Now would you stupid bastards mind your own damn business." The whole time Marco was talking he was staring at Wolfram. Marco knew that Jamie was his bastard son. Marco, like his father had ears in the all the kingdoms. He would have a conversation with him later. For now he wanted to just get this damn party over with.
  

 

[Lucian]

Three Days had passed since Horus left the confinements of his Quarters in the barracks of his Kings great kingdom. His armour adorned with various markings of fire in the elemental table with added runes of deathly enchantments gave off a fearsome aura to even his most noble of vanguard knights. He had been commanded by his general to remain a day behind the Royal Family and the Escorting party, of course Horus did follow orders yet he was not commanded how fast to ride. Now only being half a day back behind the Kings Escort he was fully prepared for what he would want to happen.

He dreaded the thought of this treaty, then again a Commander of Legions such as himself would. Different theories came into his head as he stood atop the cliff looking at the city he was headed to not even a Kilometre away. Who would command the Armies? What princes and princess's would ascend to total rule? What would happen if a new threat arose and someone died?....and so were the thoughts of the war trained machine. "My Commander...Leodris brings word of the Escorts Arrival to the City" a voice came from behind Horus, it was one of his Five vanguards, Horus himself being the Sixth rider in the small band.

A small nod came from the Commander as he raised two hands to grasp his helmet and lift it from his head. "Good, Ready the others. Its time" the commander spoke in his righteous voice of nobility and loyalty to his own and others. Gazing out into the city he sighed and placed on his helmet once more turning away to walk and mount his his steed.

-Minor time Skip-
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Arriving slowly at the cities gates he looked over the wall seeing guards all along it...just as he liked it, well watched. By now it was at least 2-3 hours since his king arrived and Horus presumed his highness would already be in the room 'Mingling' with the other lesser and passive royal guests. He was a commander of Umilio and so he didnt exactly like the other kingdoms. Dismounting his steed at the halls stairs his bands well trained war-horses were left unattended in their blackened Iron armour. Walking towards the Hall doors he stopped before entering and turned to face his vanguard "Remember...we are here to protect OUR King and General. Should anyone even breath suspiciously i want them removed and it brought to my attention" and it was then he turned around, removed his helmet placing it on his waist with his arm around it and opened the doors entering the hall with a firm and dominant stride.​

 

[Rambunctious]

The day smiled upon the monarchies of the each nation. The grand castle of Oshil stood proudly before the Umilo family, its structure was ornate and convoluted with its elegant design. The soft wind pressed against the red gown, the gossamer material flew beautiful. Aurora Leeds walked behind her parents, her lovely tiger stayed within the Castles -- the fear of Minerva consuming a person in the party would only please her brother. She held onto the thin material of her dress, crumpling it in her hands. The tenacity of her hands grew tighter each step she took closer to the party. The sounds of muffled voices grew louder and distinguishable to her ear, her eyes looked straightforward not daring to take a look back. She stood tall and proud, her dress accentuated her slender body perfectly. The gossamer material blew gently with the wind, as underneath the thin material was red silk to keep her physique unnoticeable. The sound of gold jewelry clings softly into her ear as she walked. Two bulky men with spears at hand guarded the large ornate doors that concealed the grand party. The tip of the spear was sharp and on point, enough to cut a man by a simple touch.

A guard grunted softly clearing his throat before he spoke to the Umilo monarchy. Her eyes were laced with benevolence and her posture was a fresh breath of elegance. The guards spoke softly into the crevice of the doors, speaking with the announcer. The doors opened. The sound of the announcer speaking their titles ever so loudly was a rush of superiority to Aurora. The princess smiled as each person in the room brought their eyes towards the princess and her family. Soft mummers spoke about the three tigers that walked into the room, low growls and hungry eyes. The smell of meat wafted around the room alongside several of other foods. She ignored the tigers, staring would only make her look bad. The princess turned to her family, watching them all disperse to different locations. This only meant for her to interact with the younger monarchy of the other nations.

Aurora walked away from her entrance and lingered around the party. Her clothing caught many attention, the bold Umilo colors have never failed the princess. The fiery red colors mixed well with her mulatto complexion and bold eyes. Her eyes trailed around the room, stopping towards the Ithunzi children. The siblings stood together talking together. She walked towards them with both hands clasped together, holding onto each other. She stood tall and graceful when she walked towards them. The whispering was prominent to her ears. A grin was bestowed upon her lips.

"And where did you hear that?" A soft chuckle escaped her lips. Aurora looked over at the Ithunzi siblings and smiled. The princess bowed shortly at siblings, holding onto the skirt of her dress and lifting it up to her ankles. The golden chains on her ankles became noticeable; they shined at the touch of light. "I am Aurora Leeds of Umilo, and I assume you must be the Ithunzi princess and prince." She spoke in a contempt voice laced with sheer sweetness.

Only for a short moment of her stay in the party was Marco destroying any good face he had left. A loud boisterous voice of her brothers broke her attention from the siblings. Aurora watched as her brother bother himself with a stable boy. A contemptuous scoff escaped her lips. "Keep that up Marco and you'll scare away your lovely bride." A menacing grin appeared on her lips. She glanced over at the Gust princess then at Marco, his tyrannical personality surely brought fear to the guests and certainly to a few Queens and Kings. Aurora began to pity the princess he was to wed and bed. The girl will certainly die within the first few months -- she'll just be another corpse rotting outside the burning Umilo sun. Aurora shook her head lightly and turned back to the Ithunzi siblings. "What a scene." She chuckled plastering a superficial jubilant countenance. The expression was certainly believable, but for how long?

 

[Rambunctious]

A rush of agitation washed over the Queens steady emotions. Her tranquility was obtrusively invaded by anxiety. She held onto her husband's arm tighter, biting her lower lip, looking down at the ground. The castle never appeared so grim to her, today was the day the Nations quarrel was to be eradicated by a simple treaty. Seraphina stood by her husband having her arm loop around his and their hands clasped together. Behind them were their two lovely children, who Seraphina loved too much. She looked back at her two children and studied their posture and the clothes they wore, no mistakes were to be made this day, the belligerent aura wafted around the castle. The roaring bombastic sound the trumpets made startled Seraphina -- she never managed to be at ease with trumpets. She shook her head lightly and looked forward, walking at a pace similar to her husband's. The castle interior designed were outstanding, she admired the art and prosperous culture that emitted off the paintings and design. The sight of it returned back a minuscule amount of tranquility to Seraphina.

In front of her were two ornate twin doors staring at her grimly. The Queen gathered all the confidence she could rustle up and took in a deep breath. A king-hearted smile graced her lips as the two Oshil guards opened up the large doors. The announcers thunderous voice boomed out towards the people, his voice grabbed the attention of all nobles and politician in the ballroom. The announcer divulged their presence. The momentary pause caused Seraphina to smile awkwardly making her abashed. The orchestra then played, picking up where they have left off. Their sweet mellifluous song started off in a rather odd note, but it was not bothersome to the Umoya Queen. The crowd applauded -- their claps were scattered everywhere in the room. The music continued beautifully, but it had not overpowered the Queen of Oshil's soft voice. Seraphina smiled at the Queen of Oshil, Samantha, and greeted her.

She walked alongside her husband towards her designated her table. Each step she took her long dress flowed behind her. The apricot colors were complimented by the design and cut of her dress. The material hugged her body making her curves noticeable and much more prominent. Her hair flowed beautifully behind her and her crown rested gently on her head, coiling around like a snake. They followed the Oshil servant walking towards an elongated table covered by pristine sheets and lit up with slender gold candles.

"With ease Seraphina, with ease." The words echoed in her thoughts eradicating all the stress building up inside her.

Seraphina seated herself in her seat where her husband sat beside her. Queen Samantha instantly greeted them once more. Her voice spoke with such kindness, such a nostalgic tone. She could not find herself to remember a King or Queen speaking to her in such a way, with the war, they spoke in ambiguous tongues and pugnacious tones. "Yes it has Samantha. It is quite refreshing to see all Kings and Queens, alongside their children without hostility." The words came out rigidity at first but once she began the second sentence they came out flawlessly spoken in a velvety voice. During her conversation with Samantha the woman excused herself to greet the next set of King and Queen. Her eyes fixated on the entrance to watch guests come in. The next set of monarchy to enter was the Ithunzi. Their entrance was assumed simple, however, hellhounds burst inside the ballroom rapidly rushing to find a place to repose. Following the hellhounds were the King and Queen. At the sight of the Ithunzi Queens round belly her maternal instinct clicked. Seraphina reminisced at her days of having such a round belly -- she smiled at such a thought.

As time gradually grew older, the announcer divulged the monarchies presence. Slowly the table of monarchies became filled. The only nation that seemed to catch her attention was the Umilo Nation. Their son was her biggest concern. Her bold blue eyes watched the tigers walk in growling at their surroundings, she felt a lump in her throat forming as the prince walked towards her sweet daughter. Her hand balled into a fist tightly making her knuckles white.

"Be careful with her my boy..."

 

[Sav]

₦icholas Aita

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Prior to returning to his seat, Nicholas had spoken to someone out on the balcony. A faired hair and skinned girl, easily identified by her features as the youngest daughter of Iqwah. He wouldn't have spoken to her at all if she hadn't begun that godforsaken giggling. What was wrong with women? Was their something on his face or did they simply particularly enjoy laughing at nothing? From the cluster of dames in the far left corner to the Sierra Frost, quite honestly it was becoming irritating. Perhaps women as a whole had some sort of inside joke they indulged themselves in when in his presence? "As much as I enjoy being someone's source of amusement, being in on the joke is always better." Nicholas' tone was dry, and bland, his eyes flickering over the girl briefly. before turning back to look over the horizon. This event was boring, an utter waste of time and a pitiful attempt by the current individuals on the throne to get everyone to play nice. As night fell, Nicholas couldn't help but think of Ithunzi--the Nation of Glittering buildings. In Ithunzi there was nothing but darkness 90% of the time, save for the moon and a few stars here and there. He remembers as a child, looking up at the night sky after a rather brutal punishment and feeling terribly alone in the world. He had snuck away from the castle, taken a carriage through the city to get to the outskirts of Ithunzi were the moon and it's light were actually visible. Of course, he couldn't figure out how to get home, given that he had been 6 or 7 at the time which resulted in his parents sending a airship for him, and yet another punishment...

Nicholas looked over the railing, his sensitive eyes fairing much better in the dark. The paths around the castle were illuminated by torches which made it even easier to see. One of the Hellion hounds were trotting along the path, he identified the Hellion hound by it's colored collar--Berry--one of the hunting dogs. Berry was a seasoned ithunzi hunting dog, and oddly enough it showed in her gait and the way she kept her bony head close to the ground. Also on the path was a bengal tiger, one belonging to the Umilo Royals. Of course their paths crossed, and it got ugly. The tiger attacked the hellhound, and they quickly became a mess of gnashing teeth and snarls. Berry managed to sink her sharp teeth into the throat of the tiger, the scent of blood immediately drawing the other hounds nearby, and like any pack the hounds went in for the kill, nipping at the tiger's hind legs and soft underbelly. Nicholas looked away when one of the hounds went for the tiger's throat, however when he looked back at the scene, more hounds had gathered to clean the tiger's corpse of it's flesh, the wet sounds of flesh being torn making Nick's nose wrinkle.


What a mess.​

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Nicholas snorted at his sister's boredom, stealing a sip of wine from her glass and then deftly avoid her retaliation. "Dearest baby sister," Nick murmured as he began folding the napkin in front of him into a square, not stopping until it was as small and as dense as he could possibly get it. "Have you ever considered taking things into your own hands?" He squeezed the balled up napkin in his fist, however when he opened it the napkin was gone and a pack of matches laid in it's place. A simple black matter exchange, nothing strenuous or complicated, the simple manipulation of matter. Nicholas had a terrible habit of corrupting good people, it had started with his little sister. Encouraging her nasty habits, and providing situations that said habits would flourish under. For example, her unhealthy fascination with fire. In all reality, he should have rebuked her and played the part of the mature elder brother. He should have told her to sit up straight in her chair, smooth out her skirts, and to go mingle with the people of nobility.

He shouldn't have given her a pack of 24 matches.


"And where did you hear that?"

Nicholas glanced over and up at the Umilo Princess, his once light and playful half smile darkening into something else altogether. "Hear what?" He inquired sharply, tilting his head and arching a dark brow. How rude. If there was one thing that Nicholas couldn't possibly tolerate, it was rudeness. He stood, as was customary and offered a mocking bow of his own. "That your brother is a walking cesspool of unbridled insanity? Dear me little Princess, your own people are revolting and rioting. One doesn't have to strain their ears to know that your brother has come down with a case of psychopathy." Nicholas' tone was soft, polite to a fault but laced with venom. "He seems to make quite a mess wherever he goes. Tell me, are you the one who cleans up after him?"

"I am Aurora Leeds of Umilo, and I assume you must be the Ithunzi princess and prince." Nicholas looked her over, and was eerily reminded of a cheap barmaid. The Umilo Prince was interesting, Nicholas wasn't sure he liked the man or not. However his younger sister? She was like an open book, terribly easy to read, but what he saw had surprisingly piqued his interest as well--ambition. "Oh of course. Forgive me for not introducing myself earlier, your name had escaped me, given that it isn't well known. A side effect I suppose from living in your brother's shadow." Nicholas took hold of his sister's hand as she stood, then let that same hand lightly rest on the small of her back. For now, the Princess was irrelevant. A angry little girl, who wanted the throne all for herself. Perhaps in the near future, she'd do something to garner his attention, perhaps dethrone her elder brother, or something else of the sort.

However, until then she wasn't worth his time, nor his patience.

"Enjoy the Banquet Aurora Leeds."

After his blatant dismissal, Nicholas led Thalia away, the spoiled Umilo princess already forgotten. "Thalia?" He murmured softly, his face void of any emotion as he attempted to keep his irritation at bay. "Don't waste those matches."


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[Mook-LandStrider]

Past-

Sierra turned to the Prince as he walked up and began to speak to her. She didn't know what to do in the presence of another royal. Let alone a male royal that she had never met before. It was then she realized that he did mistake what she did as somthing going against him. She didn't know what to do so she kept quiet and relaxed as he seemed to begin to get distracted as night fell. She just looked at him as he seemed to zone off and began to think about what she was going to say to him.

It was then that she saw the event unfolding involving a Hellhound and one of the Tigers she wanted to pet so badly. To her amazement the highly trained dog mortally wounded the Tiger rather quickly causes blood to spatter all around the grounds. She stared in amazement at the pattern it took as it laid across the ground. Sierra wasn't turned off or disgusted by blood but took it as an amazing sign of life and as an art. To her, the patterns of blood spray were as numerous as the stars in the sky above.

Before she had a chance to talk to him he walked back into the buidling and off of the balcony. She grumbled lightly but kept her mouth shut and just waited patiently. She ran a hand through her hair and turned to walk back towards the main building. Her heart flucuating lightly but he mind focused on speaking to the other royal. She knew who he was and if he was to be her future brother in-law then she would get to know him one way or another. They didn't have to like each other but they would have to tolerate each other.

Current-

Sierra walked up to Prince Nicholas and waited for him to finish talking to what she gathered was his younger sister. "Uhm... Hello" She said realizing she was speaking before she thought about it which to her was a major Taboo. 'This man is making me talk.... What is this?' she thought to herself before taking a deep breath and refocusing all in less than a second. "Uhm.. You probably already know but I am Sierra Frost.. Youngest Princess of Iqwal." She said before courage returned to her.

She crossed her arms and looked at him in the eyes since they were the exact same height "Well, I heard what you said and I have to tell you that it wasn't directed towards you... Uhm... Well, before I continue I have to apologize about my talking."She said before pausing. Her voice as smooth as silk and a very direct. "I have trouble verbalizing my thoughts... well its not that but getting my thoughts out in a way that they cant be misinterprutted." She continued on before shaking her head and realizing how awkward she may have looked in her own eyes.

"So, it wasn't anything towards you and I wanted to tell you that before you walked away. I spend most of my time out of the castle and in the wild so.. I find my similarities to Animals that to other... Royalty. That is why I giggled as I looked at you the way a wolf would its prey." She said and again realized how she said could be taken the wrong way. "Not that I want to eat you! Of course... that would be weird......" She said before trailing off at the end. She had thought about it in the past and wondered what it would taste like.

"Also, what did you think of the event outside... It was awesome... the blood spattering I mean. Its natures artistic patterns that amaze me in all aspects. The way it lays down in such different patterns every time it happens. Each one as different as the last." She said no caring if it sounded really weird. "Well, Being a child able to get along with animals better than not is somthing that... is kinda weird.. as well as my control of anything water based including blood. That has a lot to do with my fascination with that.... I guess I am just really out there." She said innocently.

After finishing her ramble she realized that was the longest she had ever spoken ever. She accumulated more words in that brief encounter than she had spoken in the last year all together. It both amazed and horrifed her at the same time. It was somthing that she could finally do after all the time trying. It was somthing to do with the way he approached her without judging and only speaking the knowledge of a answer well deserved. To her that meant the world and he seemed easy enough to get along with.

 

[UnsightlyTEAstain]

William Judes Frost, #87CEFA

Easy conversation, effortless laughter, and a tide of nobles who all but ate up the man's tranquil disposition. They flocked like sheep to his more than welcoming atmosphere as well as generously given attention. William was happy to answer all their inquiries towards his kingdom and to dispel all rumors that circulated around it. Aside from the gossip, however was the painfully obvious way the young aristocratic ladies of the court were trying to gain his favor. All such advances seemed to be fruitless nonetheless as he politely remained oblivious to their flirtations.

Eventually he did excuse himself to interact with the other royals; more specifically his Umoyan relatives. It had been quite sometime since he had last conversed with the King and his children.

"Clifton," He called, smile widening from the familiar face, "How have you fared through the years?"

The King of Umoya was in fact William's cousin. Formalities never really existed between them and that counted for titles as well. He turned his attention to his nieces and were glad to see them as healthy as ever. Although he was more than aware of how much they've grown since then.

"I'm sure you two have been very focused on your studies"

For Camira that perhaps was true but if Allen was still the rambunctious 12 year old he had been then something along the line of parties would have been more accurate.

 

[Sav]

Jamieson Wyles​

[BCOLOR=transparent] Quite honestly, Jamie was a bit shell-shocked. He didn't expect Prince Marco to hurt that man in the stables, he didn't even do anything that bad... He thought Prince Marco was just going to yell at the mean stable man, and tell him to let him take care of the horses like he always does. Marco didn't have to [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]hurt[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent] him. Jamie was eerily silent the entire time he was carried into the Kitchens, quietly resting his head on Marco's shoulder. Something ugly began nibbling on the six year old's conscience and it had him squirming uncomfortably in Marco's arms. When he was dropped off and left in Chef Alecto's care, it took him about 5 minutes to get away. A quick kick to Alecto's shins and he was off. Jamie ran through the castle, deftly avoiding the other maids and servants. Some how he managed to find the medical ward in the huge castle, and the nurse in charge of it. Her bosom was huge, and Jamie idly wondered if she had ever lost anything down her shirt. Like, food, or a person. [/BCOLOR]​

[BCOLOR=transparent] "Excuse me, Ms. Nurse-lady, but can I have a bandage?"[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent] He asked in his most polite tone, folding his arms behind his back and making sure to enunciate his words clearly like Maximus always tells him to do. The six year old expected to be asked a lot of questions, to have his cheeks pinched and his hair ruffled, but being snatched up by the hefty nurse was something he [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]didn't[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent] expect. She had easily scooped him up from where he stood, and sat him on a cot where he was fussed over and coddled. As much as Jamie would like to deny it, he actually liked all the attention. Eventually after about 15 minutes, he managed to get a roll of bandages from the robust woman, and he headed back to the stables in search of the mean man. He felt genuinely terrible about what happened, and Maxi says 'When you do something that isn't nice, you have to apologize.' [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Hey, Mr. Mean man? Are you in here?!" Jamie shouted into the stables, his high pitched voice reverberating off the walls. "I'm really, sorry. I promise I am," He mumbled as he began peering into stalls and looking behind barrels of Hay. "I gots a bandage for your ouchie!" A part of Jamie hoped that the mean man wasn't too angry with him, for getting him in trouble. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]@Valic [/BCOLOR]​

 

[Valic]

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Ivan glanced over the interior of the building one last time, it was so nice - the rich and royal had it so good, have them live in squallier just once... Just once, he bet they wouldn't last a day with the labor and abuse he and many others were forced to endure for what, a tiny coin that couldn't even purchase a crumb of bread? But there was no point to keep it anyway when you had to cough up more than half your money to pay taxes! He let out a heavy exhale through his nose, hearing voices coming too close but unsure where they were, perhaps a private session in a different room, no point in lingering much and having to return to the nurse once more. One last look over the fine art and he was gone, exiting the building through the door he'd come from and heading back to the stables, he wasn't excited but he was fast to get there in order to relieve the young woman he'd requested watch over his work, after all, she might have other places to be! He arrived soon enough, almost out of breath, she had one of the massive beasts out of the stable, having it tied to the strong wall, she was struggling to clean the mess made giving a grunt as she shoved the pitchfork into the thick hay, struggling even more to lift it, her poor petite frame. "Ah excuse me, miss." He called as he walked through, taking the pitchfork from her small and calloused hands, she was no stranger to physical labor. "Thank you for watching over my job, you're free to return to whatever task I pulled you from." Her dark and speckled cheeks blushed and a bright smile left her offering a nod before she hurried off, how cute she was... He returned to the task that she left behind for him cleaning out the stall before he took the wheelbarrow headed to dump it in the neighboring compost area that had been recently created. Once it was dumped and fresh hay was rolled under his arms, he walked into the stall and began to lay it out and kick it in place. "Good Gracious, oats go right through you!" He growled over to the hellion, its tail swished behind it those three sharp eyes looking over towards him, air rushing past its lips in: "brhhhhhh." Ivan scowled and replaced the oats with fresh vegetable and fruit cuts instead, the fiber in the tough skins he left on would provide more chew and less rush, hopefully. Once he managed to clean it up, he unhooked the beast from the wall and guided it back into its stable shutting himself and the creature in so that he could brush her down.

"Hey Mr. Mean man? Are you in here?!" A familiar little voice practically squealed out loudly, he didn't move, he merely listened for a moment as he stopped his movements, no longer flicking the brush over the sleek pelt of the majestic creature before him. It let off a low exhale and tossed its head, he pushed an apple slice to its lips and listened as it crunched with satisfaction, "I'm really sorry, I promise I am." He felt his heart being yanked by this little brat... "I gots a bandage for your ouchie!" He listened as sandals slapped on the floor, the little voice getting closer and closer as he searched for him, it was hard to hide but these great creatures were taller in hands than he. Eventually, Ivan stepped out, how foolish to hide from an apologetic child, right? Ivan leaped out out of the stable, landing swiftly on his feet with a grunt, his joints still hurt and bruises were developing on his skin, a shoe print on his arm from where Prince Marco the savage had stepped on him and crushed his flesh. Those bright blue ocean eyes fixed onto the young man that stood with the bandage in his hand, he did look guilty for what had happened. He wanted to trust this child but at the same time he knew that even children were becoming more dangerous as they were recruited after all, everyone just loves children. "Listen kid, I'm sorry for snatchin' ya like that," he tried to apologize, who knew, this little fucker could go and rat him out again to that beast trapped in a man's body. "Ya' didn't need to get me a bandage or anything, but thanks." His eyebrow and nose were patched up, his eyebrow stitched and they hoped for the best on his nose, he was sure he'd be fine if he kept it clean long enough. ​

 

[Doctor Hi]

Clifton Gust, orange

The opening ceremonies in this banquet had seemed quite extensive this time around, but then again a formal meeting with this many royalty was truly a large event. Clifton himself didn't like the formalities too much but he would honor the traditions as they were given. As the trumpets had picked up and he and his wife were announced Clifton stepped at a moderate pace, setting his head forward and giving a hardened face. His mindset was to look his part of high royalty as he certainly was and he was not one to show weakness in public. Appearances were very important after all.

Finally the two approached the end of the hall and were allowed to sit. As one of the servants attempted to give him a glass of wine Clifton quickly denied it with a wave of his hand, not wanting to break his old habit. When Samantha had approached the two, Clifton gave a small smile and casual reply after his wife spoke. "My wife speaks truly. I must also applaud the lengths you went for this ceremony."

Clifton looked over at the familiar voice he heard with a warmhearted smile. "Ah William, I've certainly been faring quite well for these last few months by the least with my head being cleared of the thoughts of who I have to fight next," he replied, giving a small chuckle. Clifton was very open to this peace that seemed to have finally reached solid ground. "And how does it fare for you?"

Riccun Nest, silver

Riccun quietly leaned against the wall and faced where he heard the orchestra, listening to their current song. Riccun personally had enjoyed all the music that the orchestra had given, applauding after each song had finished. A musician career could've been a good one to have for himself but instead he had ended up in the army and was supposed to kill people instead of entertain them.

His spear had unfortunately been too big to bring into a peaceful ceremony like this so he had to stick with just his sword. While he was still good with it, it didn't compare to the skill he had with his spear. His armor had become minimal as he liked and he didn't have to wear a helmet this time around to almost blend in with the large crowd.

Riccun had made sure to stay in the line of sight with Sierra Frost, the princess he had been charged with guarding. Looking over at her now he was that she was simply speaking to the Prince Nicholas and didn't really seem to be doing anything stupid at the current moment. Giving a happy smile Riccun turned away and looked back at the orchestra. This was supposed to be a happy occasion after all and figured the princess would like to not be shadowed over by a guard anyway.

 

[Lucian]

Adjusting himself to the 'merry' on goings of the halls gathering he glanced behind him as he walked further in and gave a nod to his band of Knights, Without a single moment of hesitation the group fanned out into the crowed disappearing instantly as they moved to the perimeter of the Hall. Horus however had other plans, he walked forward towards the centre of the room looking around amongst the people with his dark eyes for any hints, he flicked his gaze towards The Princess, Aurora. In his eyes she was such a beauty, a true Umilion Royal, As were all the Royals he guarded, Each of them equally amazing and worth his protection. He looked over and noticed the smug and insulting looks of the 'Prince' Nicholas, he had heard small things of him around the hall and out of his in Umilio but nothing awe-inspiring by far.

Seeing the Prince and his foul sister walk away from the Princess Horus looked around slightly before he began to make his way towards Aurora pushing aside any who came into his path for he cared not about the others of royal or noble families, he would rather see then kneel to his king. Arriving next to the Princess with a solid stance he looked across at her and simply asked "Is Everything Alright My Lady?" he asked as he watched for Facial Expressions and Body movements, He would allow no one to offend the Royal Family under his watch

 

[Justin]

Prince Marco​

Prince Marco wasn't having any fun. The only thing that was fun to him was when he got the chance to beat up that stable guy. Other then that nothing else was arousing or exciting to Marco. He saw his brat of a sister walk over to the prince and princess of Ithunzi; he started to smirk when he saw them walk away from her. The Prince Nick, Marco would watch him. He heard that he can be a callous vindictive person but not has vindictive as Marco. No one was as evil as he was.

Prince Marco looked down to his tigers, he noticed one was missing. Reaper! His oldest and dearest tiger. She probably went out to get some food. Prince Marco didn't mind if she ate a person or one of those ghastly hounds. He just wanted to make sure she was ok. Prince Marco took Destruction and Terror with him to find Reaper. "Reaper! Reaper!" Prince Marco couldn't find her at all. Then he heard hounds near the other side of the castle. He went over to see them chowing down on something.

Prince Marco's tigers knew what it was, even before he knew. They grew in rage, they started to attack the hounds. They were stronger and younger then Reaper so they took the hounds down with ease. Prince Marco grew in a fit of rage, he sat the hounds corpses on fire. He didn't burn them to dust he wanted to still be able to pick them up. With his tigers...two of them he brought the dead and burning hounds into the castle. He looked at the Ithunzi royalty. "Your DAMN dirty hounds killed my precious tiger...you'll pay for this, you'll all pay!" Prince Marco through down the burning hounds splashing their blood on the royal floor. Then he walked out, not looking back for his family.​

 

[Rambunctious]

Her face tightened at the sound of his words forming into a sentence, the tone irked her. She brought her body to ease, to bring tranquility despite the prince's obtrusive ways to rattle with her temper. A smile graced upon her face decimating any signs of irritation. "Who else bears the same blood as mines, other than my parents?" The words came out disdainfully concealed with the bitter sweetness to it. His next remark made her chuckle lightly. A sheer sign of annoyance was clear to her and those nearby. She kept her cruelty to herself, no reason to retort to petulant actions, though the words have hovered over her lips. Aurora brushed off his words like dust and kept her posture. Her eyes reflected his appearance only to remind him of her brother's sheer arrogance, a pompous infantile. Her chest puffed out and in each time she took a breath in and out. Her nose caught the scent of blood. A tight smile graced her lips cracking her poise disposition.

"Then I shall make myself known. All shadows will soon be overcome by a bright light, or a fire." Aurora said. Her eyes flickered with fire, the bold eyes burned intently into the Prince and Princesses direction. The two siblings walked away from her, and as they did a burning sensation ran down her arms to her fingertips. Sparks of flames crackled menacingly. The snide comments and churlish propensity was unforgivable.

"I'll burn the children of the night alongside their Kingdom, I swear it." The princess thought to herself cruelly.

There was nothing left for her to do but walk aimlessly around the castle of Oshil and pray for the night to pass by quickly. The princess sighed softly and broke away from her stance. While she turned away from the scene she found herself in front of a familiar figure. The princess was forced to look up at the taller man. His body mass was much more bulkier and wider than her small slender figure. Aurora waved her hand dismissively, pushing her mind away from the Ithunzi siblings -- their insolence will be paid another time. "Do not pester yourself about me. Worry about the Ithunzi infantile. I'll make them pay with my own hands." She grimaced. The burning sensation ran down her arm to her hands once again. A much more painful sensation -- the fire coursed down her arm. The flames consumed her body, engulfing her body in the heat. The hatred for the prince grew and grew along with the fire inside her. Only time can tell before the conflagration spread throughout the Kingdom of Oshil.

A loud sound came from the center of the ballroom, her brother and his tigers followed behind him. The bodies of hellhounds bodies burned, their bodies rotting in the flames. The blood stained the tiger's mouth and teeth, spilling red crimson of the marble grounds. A smile appeared on Aurora's lips. For once her brother has done something she has approved of. Aurora let out a sinister laughter, which caught the eye of many. Her brother yelled at the Ithunzi's his voice cold and vindictive. The words came out callous and frightening; some of the men and women in the party were startled to see such a handsome prince act in a way. Her eyes followed her brother storming out of the castle. The scene was certainly amusing and brought Aurora to a much more pleasant mood. The flames that once burned her body vanished and only a small flame has been saved. Aurora looked up at the commander of Umilo and bestowed the older man a smile.

"Wasn't that a lovely scene? I hope Marco does more things like this." Aurora spoke in a much more sweeter tone. The smell of the hellhounds burning corpse filled the room with the strong smell of blood.

 

[jad1942]

~Alecto Dysart~
Umiloian Head Cook​

Alecto felt his eyebrows raise as she introduced herself. "I'm-I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you, but yes, I love cooking among other things." Alecto felt his gaze wander further from her face. His eyes slowly followed a length down her face, to her neck, to prince Marco's face. Alecto nearly jumped out of his skin, "Prince Marco!" Heaven said goodbye curtly under her breath and took her leave.

"Alecto! This...boy is Jamie. Make sure you give him the best food that this place has. You treat him as well as you would treat me." Alecto bowed intensely and watched the prince handle the boy then swagger back to him. "Make sure he doesn't "happen" to disappear on you. He can be a lot to handle." Alecto cringed at the thought of having to watch the boy or the consequences of his failure, but what ailed him most was how scared he was. the prince stood inches shorter than him be Alecto felt like he was six inches tall. Alecto tried to puff himself up, "Of course." The prince walked out as Alecto turned away to regain his focus. He cast a gaze at the boy who was already climbing out of the chair. Alecto hastily crossed the room and snatched a servant's platter from him.

Alecto dove in front of the boy, "Please, try some of this delicious…" Alecto looked at the platter, "bread?" Alecto felt a searing pain in his shins. He stumbled backwards and nearly capsized the platter. Jamie was out the door before Alecto could do anything. "Get back here you dirty rat!" Alecto scrambled to find a clear space to put the platter safely. Alecto sprinted out the door and scanned for the boy. All hope of finding him was lost.

Alecto sauntered back into the kitchen and sat. He watched the kitchen hands scurrying too and fro, busy lives made only more chaotic by this treaty. Alecto's thoughts turned towards Heaven and Marco. Alecto wished they could have talked longer and quickly surmised his thoughts of the royal brat to "spoiled boy with his thumb in the wrong end." He recalled having to cook ridiculous meals for the boy. Alecto slowly got up and began to cook the desserts, simple tarts topped with whipped egg and milk, and native berries of Oshil. How would this night proceed? What was Heaven's intentions with interacting with me? Alecto brain fired off questions and gave no answers. It was soon to be time for the soup to be served followed by dessert.

 

[UnsightlyTEAstain]

Carlisle Dorian Alta, #800080

To all those watching the King of Inthunzi remained as impassive as always but with a trained eye one could see the sudden stiffness of his posture. Carlisle was well aware of Sybil and her immediate attempts of avoiding his presence since she stepped foot in the banquet halls. Even now she seemed apprehensive to be standing so close to him. He would not blame her if she hated him for abandoning her after making so many promises of their future together. His actions had been inexcusable but what was done was done. Abandoning his kingdom was something that even Carlisle could not do nor could he leave his current family behind. Perhaps this way was better. As long as Sybil hated him then she would not mourn over something that has already been lost.

With that thought in mind he nodded in polite greeting towards the King of Umilo. He was the last person Carlisle expected to have approached them. The long and in his opinion, pointlessly drawn out hostilities between the Ithunzi's and Umilo's were well known throughout the five kingdoms. Carlisle really could care less about the past actions of their ancestors. Those who dwelled in the past and wallowed in useless grudges do not deserve the prosperities of the future. Although he was more or less a hypocrite to think such words when he himself still cannot escape the emotions of his past self. That he knew to be true as his eyes lingered far too long at the figure that stood partially hidden behind the King that now faced him.

Before he could respond however a flurry of commotions caught his attention. The Umilo prince entered the hall with two of his tigers by his side. The stench of burning flesh wafted through the air as he proceeded to dump two horribly burnt corpses across the marble floor. He knew immediately what they were...or what they had originally been. Clamping a strong, firm hand on his son's arm, Carlisle slowly rose from his seat to prevent Nico from acting out on his rage. Whats been done is inexcusable but more violence is not the answer.

"I believe apologies are in order"

An edge of steely coldness was evident in his tone but otherwise Carlisle appeared as stoic as ever. He could only hope his son was strong enough to keep his anger at bay. Glancing at Nico's manservant, he silently gestured for the boy to take the corpses of the hounds away.

 

[Cwolf0615]

Thalia Aita, indigo

[BCOLOR=transparent]Thalia narrowed her eyes at her brother as he once again was rude enough to take from her meal. "You know," She said sharply, reaching out to smack at his hand. "Just because you're my brother doesn't mean you can eat off my plate. I don't want your disgusting germs all over my food and drink." She was readying herself to list off every annoying thing Nicholas had ever done, to make it clear how displeased she was, when he spoke once again. [/BCOLOR]​

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[BCOLOR=transparent]"Have you ever considered taking things into your own hands?"[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent] He asked, as he opened his hand to reveal a pack of matches. Though the manipulation of dark matter was nothing new to her, she still found herself fascinated every time it was carried out. It seemed so unfair that her brother should have the ability, while she didn't. He wasn't so special. Of course, many would argue that she was lucky to have any sort of powers, she could be normal like the commoners. This argument had no effect on her though. It was human nature, after all, to want what you couldn't have.[/BCOLOR]​

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[BCOLOR=transparent]For once, though, she barely seemed to give the power a passing thought, and there were no traces of jealousy on her face. She simply found [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]what [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]her brother had created [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]much[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent] more interesting than [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]how[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent] he had created it. Leaning farther forward, she quickly snatched the matches away from him, a small smile forming on her face. She didn't respond right away, nor did she have a chance to, as a moment later the princess of Umilo appeared.[/BCOLOR]​

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[BCOLOR=transparent]As Thalia stood, she wrapped her hand around the box of matches, grabbing onto the folds of her dress to ensure they wouldn't be seen. She didn't speak, but rather watched in silence as the two spoke back and forth. Though she didn't pay much attention, her annoyance was visible. Their words seemed little more than an argument disguised by polite words and sweet tones, something which she had no interest in getting involved in. Her brother was more well-versed than she, and could insult the princess much better, anyways.[/BCOLOR]​

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[BCOLOR=transparent]Once the conversation was over, her brother once again spoke to her. [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]"Thalia? Don't waste those matches."[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent] Giving a small nod in response, she uncurled her fingers away from the box of matches, tapping her thumb against it as she stared. "Hmm… yeah, sure, I won't…" She mumbled, not bothering to look up at him, as she still wasn't entirely sure she would.[/BCOLOR]​

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[BCOLOR=transparent]Should she [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]really[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent] use them? She'd be in a great deal of trouble if anyone found out. The most important people from the surrounding nations were present; If she were to embarrass her parents in front of them she imagined she'd receive more than harsh words. Then again, putting a pack of matches in her hand was like putting a bottle in an alcoholic's; Was it even [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]possible[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent] for her to resist? The mere thought of a fire was enough to make her hands shake. On the other hand, Nick did always seemed to be getting her in trouble. If he suggested it it probably wasn't the best of ideas… Nevertheless, he was still her big brother, and she often found herself trusting his judgement, even when she probably shouldn't. This was one of those times. [/BCOLOR]​

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[BCOLOR=transparent]When the princess of Iqwah stepped over and began to speak, Thalia simply took a few steps away, turning so her back was to the girl and her brother. All these people speaking near her was starting to get on her nerves. Couldn't they see she was trying to think? Continuing to weigh the decision in her mind, she cast glances from the matches, to her parents, and back again; That is, until she was once again interrupted. Did these people not understand how to speak quietly? Turning her head towards the source of the distraction, the screaming Umilo prince, she was shocked by what she saw. Why… was that… her brother's hounds? How dare that nutjob do such a thing? That was it; It was decided; If they could go around doing things like [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]that[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent], then [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]she[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent] could go around starting fires. [/BCOLOR]​

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[BCOLOR=transparent]Why should she have to behave if they didn't? With any luck, they'd be blamed for the fire and she would get off scot-free. Fire was one of the first things people associated the Umilos with, after all, wasn't it? Maybe if she was just careful enough… Yes, she wouldn't waste those matches. She'd use them well. Slowly heading closer to the Umilos, she tried to keep from smirking. [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]"Whether I'm caught or not, this is going to be fun."[/BCOLOR]​

 

[Lucian]

"Between you and me, I would much rather have these people dead before my feet...however that isn't exactly smiled upon" Horus spoke towards Aurora in reply to her waving off his worry about her, he thought to himself how one pompous family could become such royals? Filling themselves with Greed, Wealth and over all Deception they were nothing but walking pieces of meat with a foul mouth hardly without soul or grace like the Family of Umilio. Giving a Glare towards the Prince that had insulted Aurora his gaze was quickly taken away and given to the entrance of the Prince. He smiled softly at the anger shown by Marco and the threats he gave out...

He looked at the roasting hellhounds as they spilled their blood over the marble floor filling the air with the scent of flesh. The Tigers however were in immaculate condition probably taking on the hounds with Shock and Awe Tactics. Classic manoeuvre, As the Prince spoke of his vengeance Horus slowly moved his hand to grasp his swords hilt, making eye contact with his cohort his riders quickly surrounded the King, Queen and General. This event was proving to be interesting.

Seeing the Princess look towards him and give a smile he pondered for a moment before letting out a chuckle "Seeing the enemies hounds dead beneath my feet? Its a dream come true" he spoke quietly to Aurora he then replied with a soft smile back. "Your brother will make a fine king, with his mind set he is sure to rule Omilio well" he then looked around towards his men as they nodded back showing everything was secure, then it caught his eye a single lone Woman walking towards the Royals "Lady Aurora i would suggest we make this signing quick" he spoke feeling the Hall become tense...blood has already been spilled

 

[Rambunctious]

The princess chuckled softly in agreement with Horus. "I'm glad you agree Sir. Lupercal. Ithunzi's are better off basking their darkness, than to dare come out to where the light shines." A malevolent tone laced with sheer pleasantry. The party's joyful atmosphere died out gradually as nobles and politicians spoke in hushed tones and kept their eyes to the ground. The party to have a grim atmosphere, which made the ballroom, grounds a battlefield of monarchies. The next remark Horus made produced her left eye to twitch with irritation. Her composed expression cracked. "That's what they all say but Marco will never set foot on that throne, regardless of being the first born or not." The hatred in her voice was clear to hear, it was not concealed by any sweetness or benevolence whatsoever. The Generals loyalty to Umilo was greatly appreciated by the Umilo family, but Aurora was not seeking for loyalty to the Umilo family, she seeks after loyalty to her and only her. She disregarded the next set of words that came from Horus' lips and began to drift away.

Aurora walked towards the burning hounds. Their once sturdy structure was molting in ashes, slowly enumerating the ashes that fell off its once perfect dark coat. She scoffed contemptuously and walked past it. The puddle of blood stained her feet. Each step she took left a trail of crimson red footprints, her once clean gown was stained at the end of her dress. The dress dragged blood painting the clean marble grounds with the hound's blood. Aurora turned her upper body and glanced down. She frowned for a moment, and then reverted her frown into a smile. A simple red stain blended well with her red dress, it was hardly noticeable. The bangles around her wrist collided against each other producing the mellifluous song. Aurora grinned noticing her brother outside grimacing. Before daring to speak to her insolent brother, she turned her heels towards Horus. Her dress flowed gracefully and the bangles around her wrist clanged against each other softly.

"Sir. Lupercal, come, lets check up on my sweet brother." A sarcastic tone escaped her lips. Aurora walked towards the balcony where Marco elicited his loathsome for the Ithunzi family. The dark night casted across the sky -- bright burning stars became prominent in the sky and the moon, the moon shined its light generously on the balcony. The scent of blood that Aurora brought with her tainted feet and dress attracted attention towards her brother tigers. A low growl came from both tigers as she approached their master. Aurora ignored the growls, as she always did. "Oh, is my sweet, sweet, brother snivel over a deceased pet?" A contemptuous tone was laced with a coddling tone. She let out a chuckle laughing at her brother loathing expression. The cruel expression on her brother's face brought the cruelty out of Aurora. Her hands banged against each other, clapping.

She brought her body beside her brother. She leaned against the balcony railing looking over at the Kingdom of Oshil. The lovely city was adorned by streetlights and the sight of lovely flowers growing in the peripheral of the city. A loud solemn sigh was released. "In all seriousness, I'm well aware that you and I bear the same desire -- the Ithunzi family tortured, burnt, and beheaded." The vivid images of the family rotting were a glorious sight, but it was not reality, it was only a thought. "Am I wrong, sweet brother?"

 

[Lucian]

Watching with a soft smile as the hounds burnt to a crisp letting their guts fall out of the thinned and burnt flesh spreading more and more blood onto the floor and filling the air with a even thicker sickening scent. However the smell reminded him of his battles so he welcomed it, still holding onto the hilt of his blade he sighed before his attention was retaken by Lady Auroras words "The Light is provided by the Flame, people often forget that the flame is still able to burn...." he had intended the burning pun to be added due to the view of the burning hounds set alight by Lord Marco. Fire was indeed beautiful yet it retained great harmful power.

"You would deny his coronation My Lady?" he asked a little curious as to why she would say such things, it was apparent that the two siblings had never really been able to get together yet, this was something he was quite taken back by, even with his iron wall like stance and emotion barrier. Hearing Aurora ask after him to follow her to Lord Marco he released his blades hilt letting it slide back into the scabbard as he had lifted it out slightly. Nodding as he gazed at her Blood Stained cloak and the foot steps she tread that left a path of blood, gave him a smirk to his lips. Already he could see who she was going to be as a ruler...and he did enjoy the thought indeed.

Following after her with a quickened pace to catch up and come beside her he too walked a path of crimson foot steps however his were messed and more of splat marks than actual outlines of footwear. His blackened bear-pelt cloak did not show the stains of blood but even if they did they would simply fade into the tattered bottom of the hide.

Walking with her he placed his helmet back on atop his head surrounding his skull and scalp in Blackened Iron as his crown like head piece stood sharp and menacing as ever. Now fully clad in his Armour he gave a turn of his head around the Hall, his gaze looking just like the stories of his "Dark Commander" legend had told. He watched for movement as he came outside with Lady Aurora. He gave a soft shake of his head at the mockery shown by her but then again, It was the true sign of a Omilion Royal. Slowly he came to stand beside the Princess looking at the two tigers before his gaze came to rest on the Lord Marco.