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[UnsightlyTEAstain]

Asa Angelo, #DDA0DD

Shock, subdued anger, frustration of not being able to prevent such a catastrophe. All were in second light to Asa's concern for the prince. Those weren't just any hounds but Nico's pets, friends, and companions since he was no younger than he himself was. Oh the prince had self restraint but this...this was not something that his master would forgive so easily. Before he could silently offer his comfort however Asa caught the king's eye and the silent message he gave to dispose of the corpses. Although he wanted very badly to speak to the prince he knew this was a greater deal of importance than whatever words he could say. At least then Nico wouldn't have to look upon the mangled bodies. Posture stiff and eyes cast firmly forward, Asa made his way towards the two bloodied hounds and carefully lifted both of their broken bodies in his arms. He didn't care for the blood nor the gore that the nobles seemed to flinch at. These two had been his close company as well and they at least deserved the respect of being carried and not dragged.

After he firmly had them both securely balanced on both arms Asa motioned for his fellow servants to clean up the blood. The celebration must go on. It must. With steps silent as the breeze, he made his way through the empty hallways in utter silence. He couldn't help but think this all could have been prevented if he had been keeping a closer eye on the hounds. Hadn't it been his job to care for them? The prince had specifically ordered, no, asked him to. Now both of them were dead. The weight of his thoughts burned his eyes and threatened the coming of tears. That however was until he heard distant voices just ahead of him. Upon advancing closer he realized that it was Umilo princess. Yes...she had left minutes after her brothers eccentric act of violence. Most assuming to subdue the Umilo prince's rage. That however was not the case from what Asa was hearing.

With his back pressed against the wall and breathing carefully slowed Asa boldly eavesdropped on the two royal's conservation. From what he could overhear this was nothing but treason! Even if it was just possible fools talk these were words spoken against Ithunzi, the King, and the prince. Yet again there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. Not when one of the royal guards were only mere feets away from sensing his presence. It was then that he could feel his grip loosening. He couldn't however make any sudden movements without risking the others hearing. Asa shut his eyes tight and waited for the inevitable slap of meat hitting the marble floor. The blood soaked flesh slid from his fingers but it never once met the ground. Eyes wide with disbelief, he stood stunned to see a red haired young woman standing over him and quietly pushing the corpse back securely within his grasp.

If his memory served him well then this was the Umilo prince's guard! A torrent of cold beaded sweat fell from his back and caused him to shiver with just the slightest movement. If she alerted the others then there was no stopping them from acting on their misplaced anger towards the Ithunzi. That evidently was not the case as she proceeded to give him a disinterested once over before completely breezing past him and towards the others. Asa took that as he cue to get the heck out of there. When he finally managed to reach the near-by stable, he fell warily to his knees. The first chance he got he was going to inform the prince and if his courage was beside him then perhaps maybe the king as well. Threats from highborns were dangerous, talk between royalty was deadly.

 

[Justin]

King Julian​

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King Julian looked upon Carlisle. As if he would apologize first. His son may be a psychopath but he would never harm an animal, without good reason. With Heaven right behind him, King Julian spoke. "I think what my son did is inexcusable but he had a reason. YOUR son sicked his dirty hounds on my son's oldest and most cared for tiger. I think it is you who needs to apologize if anyone." King Julian stared at the royal Ithunzi family. His family may have their dislikes but he would never go against them; even if they were in the wrong.

King Julian stared right into Carlisle's eyes, "If you want an apology I would advice you to get your kids and I'll get my kids together for a little sit down. If you disagree then we can let this "mishap" disappear like the ashes of those dogs." King Julian was a powerful king, Umilo's generals and warriors were strong and fearless. If anyone tried anything his guard Heaven would slit their throats before they could even look at him the wrong way. King Julian looked at Carlisle, he showed him that he would never back down. Now all he had to do was wait for Carlisle to agree or to disagree.
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Prince Marco​

Prince Marco was in know mood for his sister to gloat. He was about to tell her where she could stick that sarcasm. But she surprised him. He did want to see the Ithunzi Royals burn and beg for their lives. Marco looked up at her smirking. "You know sister you might have a point there. This might be the first and only time we agree on something. Prince Marco started to imagine all the things that he could do to the bastard prince Nicholas. He then saw that Horus was right behind his sister. She was smart to bring the commander with her.

Marco heard his father yelling. He would not just sit here, Marco would be by his father's side no matter what. He heard what his father proposed. At first Prince Marco thought it was foolish, then something sparked in him. "Sister if we agree to do this "sit down" with the insolent Ithunzi brats, that would be the perfect time to get our revenge. Come with me." Prince Marco walked into the ball room with his remaining tigers. He walked right over the remaining hound blood. When he got over to where is father was Prince Marco had a smile on his face. "King Carlisle I do apologize for what I have done...I would really enjoy a sit down with your bas...off springs. We could talk this whole thing out, find an understanding of sorts." Prince Marco's apology was as real as a whore's virginity. No matter what happen, THE UMILO'S FIRE WILL RAGE ON FOR ETERNITY! If anything all Umilos knew, revenge was one they were masters of.


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Heaven Heart​

Heaven was having a grand time, she was treated like a royal today. Being King Julian's personal guard had it's perks. She was having a grand time until Prince Marco walked in with burning hounds. At first she thought he had finally snapped. Then she heard what he said. Heaven looked at the Ithunzis those brutes probably did sick their dirty hounds on Reaper. Heaven saw the Commander motion for the guards to watch the Umilo royals. Heaven glided over to King Julian. If anyone tried anything she would destroy them. Heaven almost gasped at his proposal. A sit down between the royal families? That would never go well. She then was even more surprised at Prince Marco agreeing and apologizing.

Today was just a big day of surprises. Now it was in the Ithunzi's hands; either they agree or disagree. If they disagreed they better not try anything foolish. There will be heads on stakes and it will not be the Umilo's either. Heaven looked back and saw that Scarlet had finally showed up. She wondered where she had been this whole time. Right now would be the perfect time for her to get her ass over here. Heaven waved her arm at Scarlet telling her to get over here now. ​

 

[Sav]

Nicholas Aita

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Well.

Someone had a flair for the dramatic.

The sight of the burning carcasses of the hounds, elicited nothing more than a slight purse of the lips from Nicholas. In all honesty, he was more irritated by the smell than anything else. Were all Umiloans this sensitive, or was the brat simply going through a phase? He glanced at the King and Queen of Umilo, snorting softly to himself as he did so. Were the Leeds children not hugged enough during their childhood, perhaps attention deprived? Nicholas boredly watched Marco rant and rave, his attention lost faster than what was healthy. Perhaps, one of Nicholas Carlisle Aita's largest flaws was his lack of apathy. Some people were natural empaths, they could understand an individual's emotions or why they acted in such a manner and appropriately respond with their own emotions. Nicholas? That was something he struggled with. The poor bastard had to make an effort in order to achieve the same result that came naturally the majority of human beings. So understandably, when he was feeling lazy and classified empathy as a unimportant trait, no effort was put forth.

Nicholas idly wondered if Marco was going to cry, he seemed like the type.

Marco stormed out, and the two dead hounds were tossed to the floor, the brittle sounds of their burning corpses echoing in the now dead silent banquet hall. The inky haired Prince saw the mortification etched into Queen Samantha's face, and was amused at the expression of disgust and curiosity etched into her daughters face. Nicholas glanced back at the double doors, a small frown of disappointment on his lips. Initially he had been genuinely interested in Marco--viewed the other as a possible ally, someone who could be molded into something magnificent. Now, he could see that he had been terribly wrong. As the servants began clearing away the corpses, Nicholas stepped off to the side. It saddened him that Marco turned out to be so...predictable. Quite honestly, he had expected more from the Prince. Nicholas sighed, his entertainment for the evening gone.

The banquet hall was still dead silent, at this rate a mouse pissing on cotton would have been audible. However the heavy silence was broken by the sound of a man tossing up the contents of his stomach, which was followed by the shrill scream from the woman he had emptied his stomach onto. Queen Samantha sighed audibly, and in a flash her daughter was up from her seat, gathering her skirts and tucking a curly strand of hair behind her ear. "THAT'S QUITE ENOUGH, THANK YOU." Some how, the girl managed to have her voice echo throughout the two banquet halls. "EVERYONE, GET OUT." At first the guests seemed to be frozen in their seats, they sat unmoving, horrified at the gruesome sight that was being cleaned up before them. The young princess laughed, a sweet sound that floated in one ear and out the other. She looked around the room, before clasping her hands together loudly.

"Did you not hear me?" Obviously, everyone was going to need a moment to get this all sorted out. These people were impossible. Savannah was a tall and slender young woman with dark brown hair that was worn in elegant waves and curls. Her almond shaped eyes always seemed to be alight with bemusement, as if she knew something you didn't, her full lips often taking the shape of a kind smirk.

With that being said, the guests made for the exits. The guards ushered them out, save for the Royal families, and in a matter of minutes the room had been cleared of the lesser nobility. Savannah's mother was pinching the bridge of her nose, her attempts to stave off the impending headache was in vain. The Princess sat back down next to her mother, handing a glass of wine to the Queen as she did so. Nicholas returned to his seat at some point (for the ale of course) eager to see what would happen next. The worried glances that were tossed his way had his frown deepening. What did they expect him to do? Flip a table? His mother had moved without him noticing, now taking a seat beside the Queen of Umoya. His sister was nowhere within his line of sight, and his father was beside him. His forearm was gripped by the man that was often the source of his irritation and vexation, and Nicholas looked up at him as he stood, his face carefully void as he watched it all play out.


"I believe apologies are in order."

"If you want an apology I would advise you to get your kids and I'll get my kids together for a little sit down. If you disagree then we can let this "mishap" disappear like the ashes of those dogs."

"Or perhaps both of you lot could stop acting like children." Anastasia spoke up from where she sat by her Umoyan peer, her irritation blatant. The Umilo king was a idiot, just like his thick skulled son, and if there was nothing else that could get her blood boiling more than a idiot. Why would the children have to conversate in the first place? The animals, acted as animals would, and fought. Nothing more to it. Nicholas snorted at his mother's words, the sound echoing throughout the hall. "Nicholas, darling tell me. Are you upset?" Anastasia had her crystal glass in hand, the peach nectar she had been sipping upon still wet upon her lips. Where she had gotten the nectar? Who knew, but one could only wonder about the amount of labor that it took to get a decent amount of nectar to fill the Ithunzi Queen's glass. "Weeping, mother." The dry look he was given made him smirk, and once again he could see his mother threatening him with bodily harm with a mere glance. The prince licked his lips before replying with a better answer. "They're animals. I do not hold them with enough regard to illicit such a theatrical response." Anastasia tilted her head in her husband's direction.

"Husband, have you been particularly affected by the slaying of the two hounds?" Anastasia felt like a parent mediating a situation that involved a group of very small children. At his response, the Queen stood slowly her hand resting on her belly as she did so, returning to her seat beside him--a unified front. She shrugged--something terribly unladylike on her part-- pursing her lips as she did so.

"Now, Julian. As dearly as you hold your pet tigers to your heart, one would expect that you're a reasonable and educated man, no? Given that you are, as any decent ruler should be, it's only commonsense that the behavior of animals is quite uncontrollable unless in they're in the constant presence of their masters. Do not expect an apology, nor some sort of dramatic sit-down between our children over something as petty as this." The Queen spoke fluidly, her lacy gown accenting her body in all the right ways, a simple chain with a rare emerald jewel was nestled between her heavy breasts. Nicholas noted that a single hair hadn't fallen out of place during the course of dinner, the intricate updo garnering more of his attention than Marco managed to do within the span of the entire night.

"Xu Miroi?" She questioned, managing to pronounce the Royal adviser's name correctly. "If I am not mistaken, I believe the treaty is still in your Kingdom's care. Could you you please bring it forth before these testosterone-high men manage to start a war over dead animals?" If you wanted something done right, it was always best for a woman to handle it. Men by far were much too touchy and prideful to ever get anything done. She took ahold of her husband's hand and thumb the top of said hand, to ease the usually level headed man back into his seat. Samantha snapped her fingers, gesturing to the table before her. "Would someone clear this table please?" She said to no one imparticular, smiling gratefully as a Umiloan Knight--Maximus Wyles-- came over and gathered up the large table cloth. Plates, cups and silverware were bundled up in the table cloth and then hauled over the woman's soldier. "Thank you."

A servant came in behind Maximus to wipe down the now bare table, ushering and scampering about.

"You'll have to excuse me mother, father. I have some other matters that need tending to." Nicholas stood as he dismissed himself, glancing over his shoulder as he did so. "Come along Asa." Nicholas left with his faithful manservant, and soon enough the other Royal children were dismissed as well by their parents or otherwise. Nick's thoughts had taken to recalling what the younger frost princess had said to him. The girl was a bit morbid, promising entertainment for another day. He hadn't the chance to respond to her due to Marco's theatrical display, but her words lingered in his mind.

What an odd girl.

Nicholas didn't focus too intently on what she had said, given he had something important to do tonight. During his years of travel with some of his other faithful friends, he had met interesting people, heard interesting things, did some interesting things. He had a contact here in Oshil, who he had paid quite handsomely sometime ago in exchange for the gathering of information. Now, it was time to go reap what he had sowed, and the Prince couldn't help but have high expectations. He walked silently through the corridors, painfully aware of every noise and voice around him. Asa was following closely behind him, his footsteps echoing softly.

Little did he know, that tonight was going to be a night he'd forever remember.​

 

[Mook-LandStrider]

Sierra Frost, Blue

She had never gotten to hear Prince Nico speak once again before she had left the room. Everything seemed to thicken quickly and it caused her to leave. She hoped to catch him outside eventually where she could finally speak to him which she wanted to do but it was becoming more difficult to think of what to say. Hopefully he would initiate it otherwise she would be in for some trouble in the near future.

Sierra had left the banquet hall before everything had hit the fan and was happily sitting outside of the castle. She saw the scene outside unfold and just watched without getting involved. To her she found it interesting how quick people snapped out at each other. She knew the past of her people and so far she seemed to be like her father the most mild mannered of them all. She couldn't believe the things that have happened among the pompous and overly spoiled children of the other nations. It was enough to make her gag.

She worked foe everything she got even if her father didn't know it. She would do things to make her own clothing and would get her own food most of the time by hunting with her Giant Frost Wolf. That was another thing her father had no idea about. It was somthing she held dear to herself more than nearly anything else but her family. That wolf had helped her through times that she would never forget. She knew it would pass away eventually but it was getting to the point of nearly ten years old but it wasn't aging much at all. It was a thing she was thankful for.

When the Prince of Umilo finally came back outside she took her oppertunity to sneak up behind him and let out a whistle. His tigers turned and let out a growl before one of the two came over to her. Sierra immediately put a hand on its head and knelt down so she was on its level which she knew would help the Animal relax. She immediately saw the blood coating its furr and raised a hand before the Prince could notice. She channeled the blood off of its furr and the other Tigers furr before splashing it on the ground. Both of their furr was now as clean as it was when they arrived.

Within seconds she found herself being nudged by both tigers and hearing th elow Purr of the large beasts. She giggled lightly and rubbed her head against one of theirs. "Awh... You aren't ferocious... you just want love." She said quietly to the two tigers making them grumble with half roars that made it sound like they were responding to her. It was then that the doors of the castle opened again and people seemed to be pouring out. She didn't mind at all but the Tigers seemed to shift into a protective stance around her like they did around the Prince of Umilo.

Sierra put a hand out and the Tigers growled again before turning around and licking her face. Sierra laughed and soon found herself on the ground near them being nudged and rubbed up against by the large tigers. She loved the large cats more than she thought she would. She never had a chance to get near such beasts but she realized that they were like giant bears. Sure, bears were harder to get along with but the tigers were just as cuddly and soft and she enjoyed each and ever moment of it.

She didn't care about what the Prince would say or do but knew the Tigers would eventually find their way back to him if they didn't follow her around every day. She had that effect on animals. They always left their masters to follow her unless she directed them back to their owners. She didn't want to get on anyones bad side so she stood up and pointed towards the Prince who by this time most likely noticed. The Tigers seemed to understand and left her and moved back over towards the Prince of Umilo. With her cuddly escape finished she brushed her clothes off and straightend her hair before just watching the people still coming out.

 

[UnsightlyTEAstain]

Asa Angelo, #DDA0DD

Slightly out of breath but at least appearing as steady as ever, Asa once again entered the banquet halls. Although seconds from arriving he was directed again to exit by someone he thought would be far from the passive looking man that now breezed past him. He made brief eye contact with the King before having to whirl around and very nearly had to jog to keep up with his master's pace. Silence reigned between them as Asa tried to sort out the questions and thoughts that endlessly appeared in his mind. The first that he managed to pin was his concern for the princes well-being. Judging from the casual way he had left the banquet and easy stride, Nico wasn't as affected by the whole ordeal as Asa had originally thought he would be.

But he must care...even a little...

The urge to inquire about his current state was still strong but he knew how much the prince disliked it whenever Asa became too empathetic. Perhaps he could at least ask about what transpired after he had left, arrived, then left again. This time the young boy had to physically jog forward to close some of the distance but still respectfully remained a step behind him.

"Prince...your majesty...Nico?"

An exasperated sigh escaped his lips as he realized that he was either being ignored or the prince was once again too caught up in his own thoughts to pay him any attention.

"Oi!" Asa called, reaching a hand out to gently tug at Nico's attire, "What happened in there? Are you okay? What did the King say? Is there anything I can do...?"

All the questions seemed to tumbling out as he let his worry wart self get the better of him.

 

[Rambunctious]

The darkened night made the candlelight's in the castle illuminate brightly, shining the darkest crevices. The candlelight lit up beautifully bringing her jewels and crown to shine immaculately. The twinkling gold was forged and molded by Umoya's best crown-maker. The intricate crown coiled around her ash brown hair. Her eloquent posture broke quickly as her body leaned closer towards the table. A distinct smell of blood lingered around the ballroom intoxicating the tiger's senses, urging for more. The sight of two hellhounds burning corpse was thrown on the ground aggressively, there was neither gentleness nor compassion towards the hellhounds. The large Bengal tigers growled towards the Ithunzi royals. She took a glimpse at Anastasia, her jaw tightened and her body tensed up. She returned her attention back at the Umilo Prince -- Marco -- the young man certainly had his prepossessing looks, but he grew to become ghastly by his abrasive tone and horrendous manners. Seraphina could feel her maternal instincts to be wary of this boy. He meant a great threat to her daughter.

By instinct Seraphina hand gripped onto Clifton's wrist. The smell of rotting flesh and blood corresponded with each other, producing the feint smell of a battlefield. The Prince of Umilo threw the blood on the marble ground staining the once clean floors with the dark crimson red. The blood began to spread around demolishing any pure and cleanliness. The young prince stormed away in a petulant manner -- it almost made Seraphina gag. The Prince of Umilo was certainly heinous and she would be sure to protect her daughter (possibly son) from any harm, even if it requires certain sacrifices. She released her tight grasp from Clifton's wrist and brought her hands to her lap. The Queen sighed softly, glancing at her husband who seemed more interested in the King Iqwah rather than the danger his daughter was exposed to. Her lovely blue eyes looked over at the King and Queen of Umilo, searching for any sign of disappointment, yet none was found.

The Queen of Umoya leaned back against the backing of her chair, still maintaining her queenly posture. Shortly after the Prince's abrupt scene the Queen of Oshil decided to make one of her own. Samantha's loud roaring voice brought down authority, a quality Seraphina has admired throughout her years. A quaint smile appeared on her lips as she watched Samantha order the guests to vacate the premise.

The sounds of scattered feet stumbled to escape from their Queen's rage. The nobles walked out quickly, not daring to look back at the ballroom. Within seconds the ballroom became quiet. Only the two Kings, Ithunzi and Umilo discussing. The tension grew thick; it became palpable. She could feel her body stiffen as the two Kings spoke in hostile tones laced with firm authority. She glanced over at her husband and then at the King of Iqwah; they spoke no words. The familiar sound spoke clearly and loudly, making it known to the two men. Seraphina turned her body towards Anastasia's general direction. The pregnant woman spoke with a voice of benevolent authority. A smile graced her lips as she listened to the Ithunzi's Queens wisdom. She admired the woman, despite her being older than her. The woman certainly knew when to take charge and when to keep silence. Though her son, the boys sarcasm, it was certainly something Seraphina would have punished. The Queen of Umoya taught her children to be respectful regardless of crude behavior given back to them.

With Anastasia as the mediator the treaty was mentioned. The paper to free the four great kingdoms of their rivalry, to be once again free from war, the bounds of warfare, the stains of blood, they were all soon to vanish from her sight. A young knight came quickly by Anastasia's order and removed all plates and utensils out of the way. "My King." Seraphina spoke towards her husband. "It's time to rid ourselves of enemies." Her mellifluous voice spoke to him.

The moment of signing roused the Queen. The impulse to take a hold of the pen and sign her name with the black ink ushered out impatience from the Queen. Her hand twitched unsightly, ready to relieve herself from the dreaded party, the sight of pugnacious royals, and the pungent scent of blood.

"Someone fetch me a pen, I would gladly sign the treaty first." A big smile graced her appealing countenance, enhancing her beauty by plenty. "No more war, no more treachery, no tyrannical acts. No more..."

 

[Rambunctious]

"Glad you agree sweet brother." A nod of approval gesticulated a momentary partnership between the two siblings. The perplexed atmosphere between the two gradually grew lighter and lighter. To her knowledge it grew stranger and stranger -- almost discomforting. The feeble partnership between the them will surely crack as soon as they hear the sweetened sounds of Prince Nicholas, his sister, his mother & father, alongside his unborn brother or sister screams, will disband the two's partnership.

She took this moment to admire peace and quiet. It was then Aurora turned her attention towards the ballroom. The silence was eerie; the haunting silence complimented the empty ballroom. Aurora's countenance changed quickly to a wary expression. The empty ballroom was filled with only the royal families, no nobleman or woman nor politician was on sight. There was no indication of a guard or a servant in the room. Only the booming sound of her fathers voice echoed in the empty ballroom. His voice surely grabbed Marco's attention; she looked at her brother who caught his sights in the ballroom. By her family title as, sister, Marco broke her attention away from the barren ballroom and to him. A sly expression meant something clever, hopefully he devised a plan much more brilliant than to denigrate the Ithunzi's -- that would only bring the royals to look further down on the family.

A sharp scoff cut like a sword. "Do not show any childish actions, you will lower our status in court." Aurora warned softly following Marco, in between in two large Bengal tigers. The royal families all gathered together as one. Everybody was seated in his or her designated seating arrangements. The table was stripped down bare in front of all royals. There was no sign of affability between the Umilo family and the Ithunzi family. The darkness and the light can never seem to overcome each other -- the two elements will always meet at the center and that will be all. The light cannot shine over all the darkness; the darkness cannot consume all the light. Aurora walked towards her family, seating her slender figure. A facade of a smile was plastered on her face. The entrance of the Umilo siblings certainly brought the air to thicken again. Aurora crossed her legs with her hands placed over her knee, overlapping each other. "Best if we all sat down, standing would only retort to hostile stances and dubious actions." Aurora spoke towards her father and brother, gesturing them to be seated. Aurora felt uncomfortable being the only family not seated.

"But as my sweet, sweet brother Marco speaks, we do apologize for slaughtering your hunting beasts. It was merely self-defense. You can understand that, right, King Charlise?" A venomous tongue was laced with an earnest tone. Aurora could find herself still irritable of the mishap that happened few moments before. The presence of Prince Nicholas lacked, she scanned the room for the supercilious bastard. There was no sign of him. Aurora quickly came to her senses; she quickly looked around her surroundings for Sir. Lupercal. As soon as her eyes set sight on the commander she stood up walking towards the man. A cautious countenance diminished any sign of fraud affection. She placed her hand on the man's shoulder, her dainty hand rested on the cold metal armor. She pushed down on the man's body gently, to bring his ear towards him. "Search for the Ithunzi prince and tell me where he is. I fear he's planning something." She spoke in a grim tone. Aurora lifted her dainty hand off from the man's armor and turned around returning back to her seat.

She seated herself back to the table. The princess prayed to the Gods that Marco or her father retaliated or acted rash.

 

[Lucian]

Walking forward back into the Ballroom he could see that it was empty, even his own Vanguard had been forced out of the room, this was not good at all. All the royal families in one room for all to see and witness spoke of 'too perfect' in his mind, then again possible tension could be the reason for this. Taking his stance beside the table of the Umilio Family he stood tall and straight, his hands crossed across his chest. Helmet still on he remained silent giving of his presence. All that was running through his mind was the fact that this seemed too perfect? He had been in traps before and so this was the same feeling and it was unmistakable. Looking around slowly at all the families he looked towards the King and Queen before Looking over at Marco and then around towards the other Families, a look of disgust under the helm would remain hidden under Iron.

Hearing the familiar sounds of the footsteps of Princess Aurora he turned his head to look at her before he leant over slightly feeling the light weight on his shoulder pauldron. Her request was odd yet it made sense, Like he had thought this scene seemed too perfect. Nodding in compliance with the request he stood back up and looked about for a moment. Dropping his arms he glanced once more at the Princess taking in what she had said about her fear. Swiftly he headed towards a near door in the right hand side of the ballroom.

His heavy footsteps were echoing down the hall he walked, not trying to hide himself at all he placed a firm grasp on the hilt of his sword letting his bear-pelt cape fly back softly at the pace he walked. His other hand in a fist he noticed a stray slave boy, most likely just a servant cleaning up. Seeing him as nothing more than a person to kill he grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt as he attempted to walk by with a partially scared expression at the Blackened Horus. Picking the servant boy off the ground and forcing him against a wall he spoke in a raised voice "The Ithunzi Siblings! Tell me where they are Whelp!" he demanded towards the boy in a gruff voice, the helmet he wore giving a slightly evil-demonic like tone to his voice only adding to the effect the armour had.

"I-I saw the Prince walking down t-there" The servant replied in a shaky voice as was his body holding onto the forearm of Horus to he didn't fall out of his ragged shirt. Horus took a moment of silence and looked in the way the slave gestured to "Should you speak of this encounter i will hunt you and disembowel you before i do the same to your entire family....Now Leave!" He spoke holding the boy not a 30cm rulers length from his helmet face plate before dropping the boy and pushing him away "Y-Yes Lord Commander" The boy spoke in a shaky voice running off opposite of Horus, had even the boy heard of Him? Never had he thought that this place had allowed his name to be spoken. Not wanting to waste any time he swiftly continued on his objective heading down the corridor that the boy had mentioned, his hand still on his sword. Ideas began to run through his mind, how easy it would have been to possibly just kill the two Siblings. It would save this waste of a night and simply begin an all-out war in which Umilio would win. Kingdom Conquered then and there, however he was bound by orders to 'Behave' and so he disregarded the thought.

Heading onward he pursued the two Ithunzi Siblings with haste

 

[Sav]

Walking forward back into the Ballroom he could see that it was empty, even his own Vanguard had been forced out of the room, this was not good at all. All the royal families in one room for all to see and witness spoke of 'too perfect' in his mind, then again possible tension could be the reason for this. Taking his stance beside the table of the Umilio Family he stood tall and straight, his hands crossed across his chest. Helmet still on he remained silent giving of his presence. All that was running through his mind was the fact that this seemed too perfect? He had been in traps before and so this was the same feeling and it was unmistakable. Looking around slowly at all the families he looked towards the King and Queen before Looking over at Marco and then around towards the other Families, a look of disgust under the helm would remain hidden under Iron.

Hearing the familiar sounds of the footsteps of Princess Aurora he turned his head to look at her before he leant over slightly feeling the light weight on his shoulder pauldron. Her request was odd yet it made sense, Like he had thought this scene seemed too perfect. Nodding in compliance with the request he stood back up and looked about for a moment. Dropping his arms he glanced once more at the Princess taking in what she had said about her fear. Swiftly he headed towards a near door in the right hand side of the ballroom.

His heavy footsteps were echoing down the hall he walked, not trying to hide himself at all he placed a firm grasp on the hilt of his sword letting his bear-pelt cape fly back softly at the pace he walked. His other hand in a fist he noticed a stray slave boy, most likely just a servant cleaning up. Seeing him as nothing more than a person to kill he grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt as he attempted to walk by with a partially scared expression at the Blackened Horus. Picking the servant boy off the ground and forcing him against a wall he spoke in a raised voice "The Ithunzi Siblings! Tell me where they are Whelp!" he demanded towards the boy in a gruff voice, the helmet he wore giving a slightly evil-demonic like tone to his voice only adding to the effect the armour had.

"I-I saw the Prince walking down t-there" The servant replied in a shaky voice as was his body holding onto the forearm of Horus to he didn't fall out of his ragged shirt. Horus took a moment of silence and looked in the way the slave gestured to "Should you speak of this encounter i will hunt you and disembowel you before i do the same to your entire family....Now Leave!" He spoke holding the boy not a 30cm rulers length from his helmet face plate before dropping the boy and pushing him away "Y-Yes Lord Commander" The boy spoke in a shaky voice running off opposite of Horus, had even the boy heard of Him? Never had he thought that this place had allowed his name to be spoken. Not wanting to waste any time he swiftly continued on his objective heading down the corridor that the boy had mentioned, his hand still on his sword. Ideas began to run through his mind, how easy it would have been to possibly just kill the two Siblings. It would save this waste of a night and simply begin an all-out war in which Umilio would win. Kingdom Conquered then and there, however he was bound by orders to 'Behave' and so he disregarded the thought.

Heading onward he pursued the two Ithunzi Siblings with haste

Asa Angelo, #DDA0DD

Slightly out of breath but at least appearing as steady as ever, Asa once again entered the banquet halls. Although seconds from arriving he was directed again to exit by someone he thought would be far from the passive looking man that now breezed past him. He made brief eye contact with the King before having to whirl around and very nearly had to jog to keep up with his master's pace. Silence reigned between them as Asa tried to sort out the questions and thoughts that endlessly appeared in his mind. The first that he managed to pin was his concern for the princes well-being. Judging from the casual way he had left the banquet and easy stride, Nico wasn't as affected by the whole ordeal as Asa had originally thought he would be.

But he must care...even a little...

The urge to inquire about his current state was still strong but he knew how much the prince disliked it whenever Asa became too empathetic. Perhaps he could at least ask about what transpired after he had left, arrived, then left again. This time the young boy had to physically jog forward to close some of the distance but still respectfully remained a step behind him.

"Prince...your majesty...Nico?"

An exasperated sigh escaped his lips as he realized that he was either being ignored or the prince was once again too caught up in his own thoughts to pay him any attention.

"Oi!" Asa called, reaching a hand out to gently tug at Nico's attire, "What happened in there? Are you okay? What did the King say? Is there anything I can do...?"

All the questions seemed to tumbling out as he let his worry wart self get the better of him.

Nicholas Aita​

"Prince...your majesty...Nico?"

As Nick walked, he was was going over the terrain of Oshil in his mind--praying that the city hadn't changed much. The incident with Marco was soon forgotten, something more pressing taking up the entirety of his thoughts. They could take the horses, but he would have to get their eyesaver masks in order to hide their extra sets of eyes--Ithunzi horses were easily identified at night. Or perhaps they could borrow some of the Oshilean Queen's horses? "Oi!" Asa called, reaching a hand out to gently tug at Nico's attire, "What happened in there? Are you okay? What did the King say? Is there anything I can do...?"

Nicholas' steps faltered momentarily, pursing his lips as he looked over his dainty friend. "Well, the Umilo siblings want us dead--that's quite obvious. However, they pose a small threat given how predictable they are." Nicholas drawled in his usual monotone, his sharp eyes scanning the hallway behind Asa. Quite honestly, only Aurora posed a threat, so long as he kept an eye on her everything would be fine. Actually, he made a mental note to speak to the younger woman. He much prefered her on the throne than her idiotic brother, she had potential, she had promise. "Anywho, Marco and his daddy threw a hissy fit, ever the melodramatic. I think they were expecting a round of applause after their performance. Anywho, they're irrelevant. The treaty is in the process of being signed and--"

Nick stopped mid sentence, tilting his head a bit as the soft echo of foot steps reached his ear. They were heavy and incessant, which caused Nick to grab Asa's hand and usher him into his quarters. A quick glance around the hall and his eyes zeroed in on Johaan. "Jo!" He hissed, snapping his fingers to get the other's attention. "Get your ass in here," He jerked his thumb towards the door, pulling the man inside once he got close enough. He then turned to a young female servant who was watching everything play out with wide eyes. He offered her a charming smile and tossed three gold coins her way which she caught. "Watch everyone who comes down that all, if anyone comes looking for me point them in the wrong direction. Okay?" The maid nodded her head jerkily and resumed sweeping the floors, and the gold coins were slipped inside her shoe.

They were being followed--that or Nicholas was simply being paranoid. Either way he shut his bedroom door behind him, grabbing the knob and pressing the palm of his hand against the steel door (all the doors in the hall were made out of aging metal). The Prince easily bent the metal to his will, sealing the door shut and dragging the metal down to seal the slither of space that was beneath the door. The entire thing took a matter of seconds. "I'm pretty sure we were being followed." He turned around smiling at his two companions as he took in the appearance of the room. It was quite dark, the candles provided dim lighting for the room, but not much. The large bed was in the center of the room, and adorned in dark fabrics. He opened one of his suitcases, ignoring the snake that slithered out as he did so. A quick glanced under his bed, and a dozen pair of red eyes blinked back at him--hellhounds-- but the Prince said nothing.

Nick hummed as he began rifling through his things, not stopping until he found his cloak.

"We're going out tonight boys,"

@Rambunctious

@reu✩



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[Lucian]

His pace was not slowed at this point, his cape behind him as he walked down the stone halls on the stone floor allowing the sound of his Iron boots to clang slightly as he subconsciously slammed his feet into the ground giving a small thud, coming to a bend in the corridor he noted the sudden change and swiftly turned to continue down the hall, it was only 10 or so steps before a maid came into sight, she was no different than any other maid in the kingdom. Dressed in black and white and sweeping as she softly hummed.

Horus being the harsh man he was simply stormed up to the maid which caused her to look up and once more widen her eyes in a slight fright at the blackened commander heading to her, his hand was outstretched and in a clasp like way which then met her throat with a harsh push. Horus pushed her against a wall knowing that she must have seen the dammed Ithunzi bastards, yelling out "The Ithunzi Filth, you saw them! What Direction did they walk? SPEAK!" the woman only being frail and small was incredibly frightened by Horus at this point, it was obvious he was on a mission and he was determined to complete it.

As tears began to form in the Maids eyes she lifted a hand slowly and shaky as she partially choked on Horus' grip around her throat, she pointed to the end of the corridor leading to a Balcony a few doors down around another bend hiding it from sight. Horus glanced at the direction and growled slightly to himself. Giving one last sharp squeeze he threw her behind him and continued to storm down the corridor with a quick pace.

The maid in the meantime fell to the ground with a slap of her hands and in tears from the fright, as soon as she could she stood to her feet and ran down the hall crying before moving into a room and slamming the door behind her. It was only natural after an encounter with Horus after all.

Still Horus paced down the hall moving around the bend to see at the end was a Balcony, he quickly walked down the hall to the balcony looking for any other ways to get down but i was a sheer drop to the floor of the city, no way around it. Slamming his fist into the railing he cursed under his breath. Snapping his head back towards the corridor he came down he swiftly headed back towards the placed where he had encountered the maid, in the halls there were two doors, both metal and both identical. Moving to the one on the left hand side corridor (The un-locked one) he lined himself up and kicked the door in, if the Siblings were indeed plotting against the Royal Family of
Umilio he would catch them at it.

Kicking in the door and making a massive crash of loud noise as it wrenched open he found no one but an empty room filled with a bed and a wardrobe, a desk in the corner and a chest next to the door, nothing unusual here. Storming in he began to look through the room opening all doors and cabinets with force as the slams of doors and chests echoed out of the room. He was being as vigilant as he could, a risk to the Family he could not let slip.

 

[Justin]

King Julian​

King Julian just grinned at Anastasia. He loved how fiery and powerful she was. "Ana it's a shame that someone as beautiful and graceful as your are, you act more like a man then your own husband. Tsk...Tsk...Tsk, did you learn any manners before you became Queen?" Anastasia could call Julian anything she wanted, she must of forgot how great he was at comebacks. "My son may be a psychopath at times, but your son is a rude bastard who needs to learn some manners. And your daughter...where is she by the way?" King Julian noticed that Anastasia was sitting too close to Seraphina; that would never do. Anastasia may think that she is the smartest and strongest royal of the fives nations, she must have forgot about King Julian.

King Julian walked over to Seraphina right in the middle of her signing the peace treaty. Julian lightly touched her hand, he used his natural fire inside to warm the area around her. It would make her feel warmer and more comfy around him. He could tell that she was highly disturb at his son's antics. "Seraphina the gracious Queen of Umoya. Your more beautiful then the winds that flow in your nation. I on account of my ungrateful son apologize to you. Now since we will have a wedding linking our kingdoms together, I would like to have a conversation with you...alone. As I can see your the one who holds the power in your nation." King Julian shined his beautiful white teeth, making sure that Anastasia saw it too.


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Prince Marco​

Prince Marco was still highly upset at the lost of his beloved tiger. Ithunzis were as cold and bitter as their dark evil nation. Prince Marco imagine seeing Umilo soldiers, generals, warriors and everyone else destroying the Ithunzi nation. He could see him burning the Royal Family, he could see his tigers ripping the Queen of Ithunzi stomach open. Killing that unborn brat of a baby would bring joy to his heart.

Marco was wondering where is tigers were off to. They never just walked away from him like that. "Terror, Destruction! Where are you two going?" Prince Marco walked over to where they were at. He saw the Iqwah Princess Sierra, at first he didn't saying anything. He thought they were going to maw her, that would have brought a grin to his face. He was more shocked at how they purred and played with her.

Prince Marco had heard things about Sierra, people around the nations say that she can tame beast of any kind. He wouldn't have believed if he didn't see it himself. Marco waited until the servants and others left the ball room. He went over to Sierra. "Hey how did you do that? Your the Iqwah Princess Sierra right?" Something about her made Marco less hostile and more relaxed. He liked this feeling; he didn't know what it was but he liked it.
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[Mook-LandStrider]

Sierra Frost, Purple

Sierra looked over again toward the Prince as he spoke to her. She just stared at him for a few moments and actually felt like harassing him for what he did with the dogs by giving him a written message instead of speaking. It played over in her head for a few seconds causing a sly smirk to come across her face but in the end she opened her mouth after considered what to say. She thought it over like some kind of futuristic computational instrument and just took a deep breath.

"Well, If I told you I would have to walk away now... Wouldn't I." She said as her voice sounded as Ethereal and Smooth as her appearence. "The truth is that I have always held an affinity for animals in my heart... I have never been outright attacked but have attacked them if I found them to dangerous to let live. I pondered that with your tigers but realised it is not the Tigers fault but the one commanding them" She said with a sharp stab at his Ego. "I can not blame you though.... It is difficult I guess. I myself don't have those issues and I believe life is precious no matter who... or what it is... That doesn't and hasn't stopped me from slaughters dozens of Prisoners in my past." She said before realizing she just disclosed her darkest secret to this man she just met and kind of disliked.

She disliked him but loved his animals and their fuzzy and bubbly nature. In the end she resolved to just blinking twice and crossing her arms as she picked up the distinct noises of a Pegasus high in the air. She spun around and looked up to see a long horse in the air. She cupped her mouth and let out a long and multipitched whistle causing the Pegasus to descend down towards the ground. The Horse came in low and landed in a running trot before circleing around and stopping next to her.

Sierra stretched a hand out and stroke the side of its head "Oh, Hello there? Did you bring us news from home?" She said making the Pegasus raise its head. Sierra went over to the canister handing around its side and opened it. She then hit the horse on the behind and it took off after she took the large royal stamped letter. It was the seal of the Military High Command. She ripped it open and slowly began to read it before freezeing up causing her already light skin to turn white as a ghost.

She immediately Took the letter and crunched it up as a heavy fog seemed to begin to roll in spontaneously from out of no where. Sierra without knowing due to her emotional instability caused the humidity to rise and the clouds of fog to roll in like a heavy soup. The air became thick and almost moist to the touch but still easily breathable. The letter in her hand was torn to shreds as she began to tear up. The only person she truly could speak to on a one to one level was dead and for the first time in her life she didn't know what to do.

The feeling was horrible and more horrible combined with the fact that she was now the only child of a Single parent who had already lost to much. She no longer had a mother and now her sister was dead. To her it was beginning to be to much to handle. Loosing her mother was a massive contribution to her going silent but loosing her sister that had tried opening her up began to reverse the process of silence in her head. She felt like screaming and lashing out in a fit of Depression induced rage.

All Sierra could do and it was before she realized she even did it was fall to her knees and punch the ground with force enough to slice the front of her fist open. She didn't cry out yet but it soon lapsed into a rage that caused the misty fog around her to condense into an almost stationary rain. The ground began to get soak in her general area as she struggled to regain control of her emotions. "This is why I isolate myself... It is easier to live alone among nature than to deal with the loss of a loved one..." She said monotonicly before standing up after regaining control.

The freak fog dissipated as quickly as it came but Sierra had tears streaming down her face. The Tigers that had went back over towards Marco turned back towards her and seemed to be heading back towards Sierra. She cross her arms in almost a hugging fashion around herself before turning and beginning a slow walk towards the castle once more. The letter still in her hand. She passed by Marco on her way towards the castle but kept a slow pace as she thought inwardly about what she had read.

 

[Rambunctious]

A silver platter with a white-feathered quill and a bottle of black ink walked towards her. An Oshillian maidservant walked towards Seraphina, with no expression of fear, only discomfort. The maidservant's hand rested the silver platter on the table. The soft clattering sound disrupted the silence. The abashed countenance on the maidservant's gentle face had a red hue. Seraphina smiled graciously towards the young maidservant, and then extended her slender arm towards the bottle of ink and quill. She set the bottle of ink beside her. The maidservant bowed venerably towards Seraphina before dismissing herself. She took hold of the quill and dipped the tip of it in the bottle. The silver, metallic tip was tainted in glossy black ink. She lifted the quill over the bottle allowing drops of ink plopping in the pool of darkness. The Queen lifted her head up at the man who placed the treaty in front of her body. Her eyes began to peruse through the words, absorbing all cons and pros of it. Her brain began to unfold the words like a present, stripping it bare, searching for loopholes, which the Umilo's would break.

The time consuming minute passed by, no faults were found in her bold blue eyes. She took the tip of the quill and pressed it against the pristine white paper. Before she could dare make a bigger mark, the Umilo King grabbed her attention. His words were unexpected; his words took her by surprise. A brow was raised disdainfully towards the Umilo King as he walked towards her. There were many things she wished to say to the callous man, but her mother trained her to stay in a benevolent disposition. A tight smile pulled the corner of her lips upwards. Seraphina felt his hand fall upon hers ever so gently. Strange warmth began to surge through her body. It was the type of warmth that brought somnolence to her body – succumbing to sleep. The Queen could feel herself drift off, but his deep voice brought her back.

Her brow rose once more when he wished to speak with her alone. She looked back at her husband who kept quiet during the spat -- the man seemed to be uninterested in it all or that is how she perceived. She cleared her throat loudly attempting to grab Clifton's attention.

"How kind of you King Julian." She said softly, placing her hand on top of his. "But please, save your apologies for those who deserve it. Your son has not brought upon any wrongdoing to me, but the Ithunzi family." A momentary paused gave her time to rest her bold blue eyes on King Julian's dark one's.

"Yes, we may speak about their wedding, but I would need to have my King husband by my side. I have never made a decision without his approval." The lie flowed out of her peach lips smoothly. The Queen of Umoya has never sought out for any help from her husband, unless it was about war strategies and handling a man. Other than that she manipulates her husband into doing what she wants -- with a simple flattery and a plausible reason, he was in the palm of her hands. Seraphina looked at the Ithunzi's general direction smiling at Anastasia. "The deed has been done. An eye for an eye, a beloved tiger for two unloved hunting hounds." She spoke loudly, keeping the tension down. Her attention then turned back to King Julian. "Please, sit." She gesticulated towards his seat beside his family and his wife. "Its best not to keep your beautiful wife waiting."

"Now stay put. Anymore of this and I shall force you all to sign this damn treaty." She thought coldly. Seraphina turned back to the treaty and continued to sign her name.

 

[UnsightlyTEAstain]

Scarlet Widow, #8B0000

This was all so pointless. Hadn't they come here to sign a treaty? These royal's were nothing but overzealous performers on some type of over decorated stage. Waving their arms about and acting like a bunch of pompous chickens instead of rulers. The only ones who really seemed to give damn were the servants. They dutifully remained and cleaned up each mess these schmucks inadvertently caused. At the very least the Umoya Queen had performed her part and signed the overbearing piece of paper. Now Scarlett could only hope that the others would have the capacity to refrain from causing another predictable scene before at least getting their signature down.

Cold blue eyes scanned the banquet hall for any more potential acts of drama when she spotted a familiar face gesturing for her to come forward. Walking across the large space of empty tables Scarlett came to stand next to Heaven, one of her more well known acquaintances. She didn't say a word but spoke with her body as she raised her eyebrows in question.

Tom De Castillo, #F0E68C

Feigning a hurt gasp Tom sat back in his seat, laughing at Wolframs crude sense of humor (not that he could say anything). Although he was intrigued when the man mentioned of the Ithunzi prince recognizing him. It was too bad that his father had warded him away before he got a closer look at the young royalty. Perhaps he would pay the boy a visit if his busy hours allowed it. However his observations seemed to be right on point, down to the little boy who was carried away by the prince of Umilo. No sociopath would ever treat someone with such delicacy unless they served a purpose. Other than that basic knowledge, something about the boy did rouse his interest. The little tyke seemed to remind him of someone but Tom just couldn't put his finger on it.

"Yes Wolfram, it is. Its in human nature to appear pleasant to others in order to exploit their trust" Tom responded, casually taking a sip of his wine. "Of course these are not human beings, they're royalty. Beings of power seated upon pedestals so high above as lowly commoners"

Each word was breezy and nonchalant but the flashing green of his irises were hard to miss. "Too high up in fact that inevitably one, will have to fall"

 

[jad1942]

~Alecto Dysart~
Umiloian Head Cook​

Alecto peered out a door way and watched the onslaught of nobles march by. He had heard wailing but he did not concern himself with it. He was too enthralled with the task at hand. He had placed small leaves of mint on piles of berries held together with cream. The whole table looked like a village of rudiment brick spires held together with pearly white mortar.

The last of the nobles walked by soon followed by a massive armored man who looked ready to kill. A friend of the brat, he supposed. He walked towards the hall and saw that only the royalty of the various nations remained. He attempted to stay out of sight as he assessed the situation. He spied the flowing locks of red hair and the luxurious gold dress of paradisiacal Heaven.

Alecto's mind began to wander, What is it about this woman that I so adore? How has she bewitched me so; she is just a woman, Alecto's eyes followed the contours of her body, a very fine example of a woman...but a woman none the less. Alecto shakes his head to clear his thoughts. Alecto further surveyed the room. He regarded how many of the royal women were beautiful indeed, was it the royal blood or the... Alecto panicked as he saw another shock of red hair walk towards Heaven.

I hope she didn't see me.

 

[Sashakiki]

Allen​

Allen had snuck into the hall with the rest of the guests when he mother had ordered them all out. This whole party was getting tense and he got the feeling that things were just going to be going downhill soon. He loosened his tie slightly, the way everyone was acting made it seem like this whole thing was really important, and he assumed it was. Everyone was after all writing a treaty to end the war and his sister was being assigned to married, something he was glad he wasn't also being stuck with. Allen wondered down the halls, stopping to look at every painting and every decoration. He had rarely gone through his own palace in Umoya. Deciding to rather go to town or to the infirmary or to Evan's room. Allen loved all the detail that was in the palaces, it showed that people really did care about the place that they made.

He wandered through the halls, smiling to any guests who saw him. He wouldn't be surprised if he hadn't been recognized here, sure they knew of him but he could pass as a servant or butler if he wanted too, which was something he liked. He walked into one of the unlocked rooms, it was defiantly one of the rooms set aside for royal visitors . Allen opened the balcony doors and stepped out to take a deep breath of the fresh air and looked around. He glanced down and saw two others. One looked like Prince Marco, and the other was the quiet girl named Sierra. It looked as though she had just received bad news of some sort and was walking back to the castle in a hurry. Allen was about to call down to see if everything was alright when he felt a vision coming on.

He saw Sierra going into the hall where the signing was taking place, her father crying, her father yelling. It was all coming in pieces, too fast to get a good look at or try to piece together. Usually the visions were slower, and had full events but Allen could feel the emotion in these snapshots, and they were racing by as if they themselves couldn't deal with the heartache. The visions ended almost as soon as they had begun and Allen found himself gripping the railing. He blinked his eyes a few times, trying to dispell the few tears that had come from the emotional baggage of the visions. He turned his back and leaned against the wall, taking slow breaths. He hated this after effect of visions, his head was just starting to hurt which he knew meant the pounding wasn't far behind.

He took off his tie and coat, and set them on one of the chairs nearby. He sat on the bed and looked at the floor, his hair falling slightly in front of his face. He untied his shoes an crawled up to the top of the bed. He could feel the pain starting to spread through his head and he didn't want to deal with it. He had just wanted to have a nice time at a royal gathering but now he was curled up in a ball on some random bed like a child. He shut his eyes and turned away from the still open the window, hoping this would pass quickly.

 

[UnsightlyTEAstain]

William Judes Frost, #B0E0E6

"Splendid brother" William responded, reverting back to their intimate ways of acknowledgement as he retailed every piece of news and event that he had wanted to tell Clifton throughout the years. Finally the subject rolled around to their children and one could almost feel the admiration in William's voice as he spoke. "I've raised my daughters to the best of my ability and I cannot express into words how proud I feel for the both of them. They've grown from my young girls to beautiful, independent ladies in just a blink of an eye"

Although his words were true William still couldn't help but think of how they would have fared had their mother been there alongside them. There were still times where he would feel lost without her guidance. But his perseverance was rewarded handsomely as he had the opportunity to watch over their daughters blossom throughout the years. That was really he, as a parent, wanted. Their exchange had been cut short however as some sort of commotion transpired between the Ithunzi and Umilo royalty. His eyes widened in shock at the sight of two dead hell hounds that the latter prince displayed for all to see.

It was a relief that things seemed to die down from there. The signing ceremony had began and William ended the conversation with a reluctantly goodbye to Clifton and his lovely wife. To which he apologized to for his discourteous introductions and promised a more proper apology after the current proceedings were over. Taking his seat once again, William noticed his daughter still absent from her chair. Where could she have gone to?

 

[Ser K+]

Xu Miroi
"Why just one?" Says Xu jumping into Tom and Wolfram's conversation "If any pedestal is built too high, it will inevitably fall." Miroi gave a soft chuckle, shaking his head. He couldn't believe the amount of dramatic air that filled the room at this moment, over what he would call "Minor occurrences", and it was only going to get worse. He cleared his throat. It was dry, perhaps he should have accepted that drink... "One slight push is all it takes. Every kingdom is here, and so far there's been naught but verbal scuffles, that is, figuratively, gusts that may or may not topple said pedestal" He shook his head. "It's all just a game of push and pull now. In all, childish; however it may lead to a war... That of which we should pay attention to." But at the least the Umoyan queen signed the treaty. That ensured them being open to another ally, but, would the other kingdoms be as receptive? Xu crossed his arms and eyed the treaty with depth. Any moment now should come the moment of truth... Unless there was another interruption to prolong the already long treaty signing.

 

[Sav]

Wolfram Creighton
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Hm.

"Why just one?" Says Xu jumping into Tom and Wolfram's conversation "If any pedestal is built too high, it will inevitably fall." They murmured quietly amongst themselves as the royals continued the signing of the treaty, which made Wolfram terribly uncomfortable for reasons unknown. "Perhaps there are some better suited to balancing on their high horses?" Wolfram suggested, slouched in his chair with his head tilted back towards the ceiling. "All of the Royals aren't that bad." Wolfram muttered before frowning and glancing to his left at Tom. "Are they?" A small part of Wolfram wanted to have hope in humanity, if they couldn't trust their Nation's rulers, then who could they trust? "They all have their flaws, I'm sure. But What about the Umoyans? Or the Ithunzi's? I mean, sure. Their kids are a little sick in the head, but overall okay?" Wolfram felt childish, asking questions he should know the answer to, but the majority of the time, the man couldn't bring himself to care enough to ever do any extensive research. Wolfram knew there were two sides to a coin--in most cases, save for the Umiloians, he mused. They didn't appear to have a good side, there was nothing decent about them. It wasn't even like the King was a naturally cruel man towards his family and others, yet ruled with justice and fairness--he let his own son go about and terrorize the people. Wolfman sat up, deciding to act his age for the time being. His dark eyes fell onto the King of Iqwah and he pursed his lips. Wolfram had all around been a man of war for years, enlisting in the Iqwanian army when he was still just in his teens. Oddly enough he had flourished under the constant pressure, the non-stop adrenaline that ran through his blood, the thought that he was protecting the lives and freedom of people that would never know his name.

But William Frost took that all away.

Wolfram knew that dying in battle would be his best bet, as a man of logic he knew that re-adapting to civilian life would be nearly impossible for him, and even now after 5 years he still struggled. Of course, whether he liked to admit it or not, Tom helped. I mean, don't get him wrong, waking up on a poorly strewn together raft in the middle of the ocean was no way to start anyone's morning, but it was better than sitting in the dark and drinking away the horrors he saw in the night. He downed the rest of his whiskey glancing at the double doors as he did so, "If one was to fall, I imagine that one would be Umilo. They put themselves so high up above others..." he murmured licking his lips as he did so. "I imagine the first step down is going to be quite the bitch. Tuck and roll." The normally quiet man snorted to himself as he watched the Umilo King insult the womanliness of the Ithunzi Queen. The air was quite tense for a few seconds, the servants were to busy cleaning up to appropriately stop and gape so the royal entourages took the liberty of doing so for them.

"My son may be a psychopath at times, but your son is a rude bastard who needs to learn some manners. And your daughter...where is she by the way?

"Seraphina the gracious Queen of Umoya. Your more beautiful then the winds that flow in your nation. I on account of my ungrateful son apologize to you. Now since we will have a wedding linking our kingdoms together, I would like to have a conversation with you...alone. As I can see your the one who holds the power in your nation."

"Mind your tongue Umilo King," The Queen of Oshil snarled, entirely fed up with the Nation's childish antics. "If you wish to throw slander, than leave." Her tone was harsh, taking on a militaristic version similar to the one adopted earlier during the instruction of the servants. "The night is still young, if you continue you rouse issue then you will leave my castle, my nation, my seas and never return. Your family, servants and peoples included." Samantha sat up in her seat a frown upon her lips. "This is not some theatrical play where your family has been casted as the stars, and if I'm not being clear enough for you, cease your bullshit. Cozy up to another man's wife and throw petty insults on your own time and cease wasting ours. We have countries to run, in case you have forgotten." Samantha was true to her word like always, she wanted the Umilo Nation to give her a reason to banish them from her country. What was this? Some sort of game of fiction?!

Wolfram arched a sharp brow, and idly wondered how things had escalated so quickly, but his thoughts were cut short by the tinkering laugh of the Queen. "Rude? Well in a span of a handful of minutes, you've insulted my husband, myself, my son and threatened my daughter. Apparently, the definition of rude has escaped you, fear not. My husband is more of a man than you'll ever be and thus above your petty attempts to incite some sort of reaction that is less than diplomatic." Anastasia signed the treaty after Seraphina, the entire time her voice was sweet and kind, as if she was explaining the ways of the world to a small child. She gave a chaste kiss to her husband's cheek and bid him good night, standing in order to announce that she was retiring to her chambers. She bid the other's goodnight, thanking the King of Iqwah for his pleasant conversation and the same for the King of Umoya. She glanced at Seraphina, sadly the blossomings of their conversation had been stunted by the outrageous outburst of the Umilo Prince. "Forgive me for bothering you Seraphina, but could you walk me to my rooms? I'd ask a servant, but they all seem terribly busy, plus I wanted to finish talking if that was alright." Anastasia kindly asked in a hushed tone, as to not interrupt the conversation of those around her, cheeks flushed with exertion from getting up a bit too fast.

Wolfram bounced his good knee in anticipation.

What would happen next?​

 

[Justin]

King Julian​

King Julian could see that everyone was against Umilo, the only people that haven't treated them unkindly so far was Iqwah. Samantha's accusations of him trying to "cozy" up to Seraphina was preposterous. He may be a big time flirt but he would never try and take someone else's queen. He had is own loving queen to keep him happy. "Well I would never want to disrespect you Samantha. To make a beautiful woman angry is to die a thousand deaths." King Julian would rather just get this whole treaty thing over with. He wanted to go back to his kingdom, where people had respect and manners.

They called Umiloian's psychopaths and other worse names, when they're the worst of all. Judging off of nothing but rumors and slip ups, makes no one better then anyone. He saw that Seraphina and Anastasia signed the document. Of course the wo"men" would sign it. King Julian was a man! He would sign it himself. "Jafar! Hand me my royal red pen." Jafar the royal adviser to Umilo gave King Julian his special pen. The pen wrote in blood red ink. "I! King Julian of The Umilo Nation declare to cease any wars of any kind. I and my people will not attack or from here on insult anyone from any other nation...unless provoked by the other side." King Julian signed his signature and gave his pen back to Jafar. Now let's see how long that lasts.​

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Prince Marco​

Prince Marco was still staring at Princess Sierra, he didn't know what to make of her yet. "So I guess you won't tell me?" Prince Marco had a charming smirk on his face. He heard a horse or Pegasus rather, as it ran towards Sierra. Marco had a quizzical look on his face. He saw her read a letter. Maybe Iqwah probably frozed over or something. Prince Marco started to grin but then he stopped when he saw her reaction to the letter. "Everything alright Princess?" Marco moved back when he saw a rain cloud start to form.

Prince Marco didn't know what to make of it. He couldn't possibly go over to her and ask her again, fire and water don't usually mix that well. When the cloud evaporated, Prince Marco started to walk towards Sierra. By the time he got almost to her she started to walk the opposite way.

Marco didn't know if he should walk with her, tell her to stop or just stand there. He decided to stop her. Prince Marco gently grabbed her wrist to stop her from walking. Prince Marco didn't do crying girls much, he was uncomfortable when a girl was crying for a legit reason. Usually girls crying around Marco meant death for them. Prince Marco would chose his words carefully, he had a bad reputation; he didn't want to add insensitive jerk to it. "Ummm...Sierra are you ok? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

Where did that come from? Prince Marco couldn't believe he could be that compassionate. Something about Sierra made him that way. Maybe she really was the beast tamer. "Look I know people call me psychopath, jackass, jerk all of those but I still have a heart. You saw what I did for my tiger. If you want to talk you can trust me." For the first time in years Prince Marco's smile was not for irony, revenge, sarcasm, hate or anything of that nature. His smile was a genuine and caring smile. Maybe Marco could have a friend that wasn't fearful of him...just maybe.​

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Jafar V. Bhatia​

Jafar had came to the royal "get together" a little late. He had some duties to attend to in Umilo. He had missed all of the commotion, with the tigers, the threats, the insults everything. He had arrived in the mist of the treaty signing. King Julian may be the face of Umilo but Jafar and The Queen Fluer were the brain and the body of Umilo. King Julian wasn't going to sign the treaty until Jafar told him that it was in his best interest.

When King Julian asked for his royal pen, Jafar happily obliged. "Yes your highness!" Jafar wasn't your average looking Royal Adviser, he was an intimidating man. At 6'6" no one could look down on him, literally and figuratively. Jafar saw the three royal advisers of the Umoya nation. As he received the pen back he waved to them. He didn't really know them but he might as well make some new friends. First he would have to apologize to the Queen Anastasia for Julian.

King Julian was too much of a hot head to apologize for himself. Jafar went over to the pregnant Queen before she left. He saw her with the Queen of Umoya also. "Your Highness-es, On the name of the Noble Bhatia's, I Jafar Bhatia do apologize for my King's words. He has been having a rough time with his...son and all things else. I hope this did not harm or deepen any ill feelings towards Umilo." Jafar didn't have to worry about Umoya as much as Ithunzi. There could be ten books written of the hatred that runs in the bloods of Umilo and Ithunzi. Light and dark will never get along but without either, neither one can exist. If only both sides realized that, everyone would be in a better place.​

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Heaven Heart​

Heaven didn't like the words that Samantha said to Julian. If she had the chance, she would silt the bitch's throat in two seconds flat. As long as no one else said something rude or crude to the Umilo Royalty, nothing else would have to happen. After the dashingly handsome Jafar gave their King the royal pen, everything seemed to calm down. The tension that was still there wasn't as hostile as the tension in the beginning. Once everything was settled, Heaven making sure the Umilo Knight Maximus would watch over King Julian; she took Scarlet with her out of ear shot of anyone else.

"Where the hell have you been? You missed everything, maybe if you were here you could've stopped the jackass(Prince Marco) from killing those hounds. Anyways I think Alecto might like me back. Did I tell you about the chef?" Heaven forgot everything that had happened in the few minutes. She wanted to tell Scarlet, one if not her best friend about Alecto. Heaven couldn't believe how handsome and amazing he was.​

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