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Yennie
I'm bored
Jason
the wolf
Groaning at Wynter's "monster bash" comment, Jason rolled his eyes and rose from the bed leading the way out of the house.
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A short while later the pair arrived at the mayor's mansion. Jason noted the cool weather, cool enough for even him to feel it. The sky was overcast as well, the sunset barely noticeable behind grey clouds. "A fitting night for an almost murder." He mumbled as he parked before getting out and going to open the door for Wynter. Once she was out he curled an arm around her waist and escorted her into the lavish mansion. It was certainly the nicest place a mutt like him had ever been in. Jason couldn't help but to awe over the overly expensive looking decor which was tastefully dressed with Halloween festivities. If they were actually here to party he thought it could have been a really nice night.
His eyes scanned the party goers, already looking for their target - only to spot Circe walking away with a dark skinned woman. The pair of them gliding up the staircase, uncaring if anyone noticed their departure. That certainly complicated things. He would need to get her alone if things were to go according to plan. Jason pointed out their retreating forms to Wynter, a scowl on his face. "Now what? Just wait around for her to come back? God, they're probably going to fuck." Which meant they could be waiting twenty minutes, or an hour depending on how good their stamina was. If Wynter was anything to compare by they were in for a long night. With that thought in mind he figured they should at least get comfortable, find some drinks and maybe dance a bit. A quick glance around revealed the location of the bar.
"I'll get us some drinks." A quick peck to her cheek and he was off. Once at the bar he ordered vodka for himself and a Manhattan for Wynter. While waiting he noticed a familiar face, a younger woman who'd visited the Cauldron before and ordered only wine. And of course he remembered her very short stature paired with a pretty face. Grinning wolfishly, Jason made his way over to her. "Hey Wine girl, remember me?"
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A short while later the pair arrived at the mayor's mansion. Jason noted the cool weather, cool enough for even him to feel it. The sky was overcast as well, the sunset barely noticeable behind grey clouds. "A fitting night for an almost murder." He mumbled as he parked before getting out and going to open the door for Wynter. Once she was out he curled an arm around her waist and escorted her into the lavish mansion. It was certainly the nicest place a mutt like him had ever been in. Jason couldn't help but to awe over the overly expensive looking decor which was tastefully dressed with Halloween festivities. If they were actually here to party he thought it could have been a really nice night.
His eyes scanned the party goers, already looking for their target - only to spot Circe walking away with a dark skinned woman. The pair of them gliding up the staircase, uncaring if anyone noticed their departure. That certainly complicated things. He would need to get her alone if things were to go according to plan. Jason pointed out their retreating forms to Wynter, a scowl on his face. "Now what? Just wait around for her to come back? God, they're probably going to fuck." Which meant they could be waiting twenty minutes, or an hour depending on how good their stamina was. If Wynter was anything to compare by they were in for a long night. With that thought in mind he figured they should at least get comfortable, find some drinks and maybe dance a bit. A quick glance around revealed the location of the bar.
"I'll get us some drinks." A quick peck to her cheek and he was off. Once at the bar he ordered vodka for himself and a Manhattan for Wynter. While waiting he noticed a familiar face, a younger woman who'd visited the Cauldron before and ordered only wine. And of course he remembered her very short stature paired with a pretty face. Grinning wolfishly, Jason made his way over to her. "Hey Wine girl, remember me?"
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Tarmagon
Murphy was an optimist.
"Oh Lady Gullveig, not now...PLEASE!"
Jasper made his way to the bar, wincing at a sudden stab of pain behind his eyes. There was something familiar about the feeling, but he couldn't quite scratch the mental itch. The pain faded quickly, leaving Jasper to wonder what had happened. Before he could decide, his feet had carried him to the bar without his conscious direction.
"Two glasses of Moscato," he said to the bartender. "Ceretto Santo Stefano if you have it."
Rather to his surprise, the bartender nodded once and turned to his bottles. A minute later he presented Jasper with two glasses filled with a light yellow wine that smelled strongly of sweet melons. Jasper thanked the bartender, making a note to come back and ask where he could find some for his own wine cellar. Taking both glasses, he turned to return to where he had left Claire. He hadn't taken more than a step when a swirl in one of the glasses drew his eye. The pain returned, multiplied, made the room spin. No, it was the wine in the glasses swirling, darkening, pulling him in.
"Oh Lady Gullveig, not now... PLEASE!" Jasper managed to gasp before the world darkened into a series of kaleidoscopic images flashing by so fast he could barely register them. Two women...no, one woman...the silver face of the moon turning into blood...a woman with a gaping hole in her chest, staring at a heart as it gave its final beat...a dark forest under the blood moon, flocks of birds rising from the four compass points to swirl about, swooping and pecking at each other...a frozen heart hovering over a frozen body, the chest open to reveal an empty cavity.
A new pain, this one in his hand brought Jasper back to himself. Looking down, he saw his left hand had crushed the delicate wine glass, slicing his palm open.
"Dammit!" he muttered, turning back to the bar to place the remains of the broken glass, as well as the still full one, atop it. The bartender wordlessly held out a clean towel, then nodded to his left. Jasper could see the door marked Men's, and he nodded his thanks to the bartender as he wrapped the towel around his hand and headed for the men's room.
Rhaine
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Shagranoz
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NilNul
Jasper made his way to the bar, wincing at a sudden stab of pain behind his eyes. There was something familiar about the feeling, but he couldn't quite scratch the mental itch. The pain faded quickly, leaving Jasper to wonder what had happened. Before he could decide, his feet had carried him to the bar without his conscious direction.
"Two glasses of Moscato," he said to the bartender. "Ceretto Santo Stefano if you have it."
Rather to his surprise, the bartender nodded once and turned to his bottles. A minute later he presented Jasper with two glasses filled with a light yellow wine that smelled strongly of sweet melons. Jasper thanked the bartender, making a note to come back and ask where he could find some for his own wine cellar. Taking both glasses, he turned to return to where he had left Claire. He hadn't taken more than a step when a swirl in one of the glasses drew his eye. The pain returned, multiplied, made the room spin. No, it was the wine in the glasses swirling, darkening, pulling him in.
"Oh Lady Gullveig, not now... PLEASE!" Jasper managed to gasp before the world darkened into a series of kaleidoscopic images flashing by so fast he could barely register them. Two women...no, one woman...the silver face of the moon turning into blood...a woman with a gaping hole in her chest, staring at a heart as it gave its final beat...a dark forest under the blood moon, flocks of birds rising from the four compass points to swirl about, swooping and pecking at each other...a frozen heart hovering over a frozen body, the chest open to reveal an empty cavity.
A new pain, this one in his hand brought Jasper back to himself. Looking down, he saw his left hand had crushed the delicate wine glass, slicing his palm open.
"Dammit!" he muttered, turning back to the bar to place the remains of the broken glass, as well as the still full one, atop it. The bartender wordlessly held out a clean towel, then nodded to his left. Jasper could see the door marked Men's, and he nodded his thanks to the bartender as he wrapped the towel around his hand and headed for the men's room.
Rhaine
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Shagranoz
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NilNul
Rhaine
Flightless Bird
✧ Ashni Rao ✧
Ashni stood, posture open, yet her anxiousness showed in the way she brought her hand to rest briefly over her collarbone and the way her jaw set with tension. All such things melted from her as the bolt shook into place on the door, brought there by Circe's delicate touch. The smaller woman turned, her wide-framed eyes falling on her, and Ashni felt her heart thud heavily in her chest.
She made to speak, to begin to inquire what was the matter, yet Circe spoke first - her mouth bending over her favorite monicker, the two words that left Ashni malleable and defenseless.
She watched as Circe began to draw closer, standing still as if she were rooted to the spot, listening to every word she spoke. For a few moments she forgot her worry, loving warmth blooming through her in the wake of Circe's tender speech, awe and unbelievable longing striking through her, yet her wits caught up to her quickly. She heard the emotion in her beloved's voice, saw the tremble in her features, how thin even the faint smirk seemed. Ashni knew there was something she wasn't saying outright - something that was causing her pain or despair, the true reason she felt so desperate to voice such things in the open air.
Ashni was suddenly acutely afraid, yet before she could speak, Circe had pressed her mouth against her own, and caught her words before they reached open air. As if a lightning bolt had struck her, causing momentary displacement, Ashni forgot, for that brief moment, the circumstance, and simply acted on instinct. Her arms wound around her waist firmly, catching her in her embrace. She marveled for a moment, as she always did, at how small Circe felt in her arms, how fragile, as if she could break apart if she held her too tightly. Circe's lips were warm and pliant beneath hers. Ashni tasted something akin to the crisp air of night.
Yet, there was an edge to the moment that she soon became aware of. She couldn't help but feel that there was finality in it.
She is kissing me as if she were saying farewell.
Ashni was reminded of another kiss, in another time - the first one they had ever shared. It had been so full of promise, of youthfulness, of hope. It was so unlike this one, completely opposite in nature. There was desperation in it, a bitterness that she felt intimately.
"And what does yours mean then? Your name?"
They had stood in the field of gold-tinged grass by the far side of the orphanage, where they wouldn't be seen. The lazy summer breeze had brushed through Circe's dark hair, and Ashni's eyes had lingered there.
Circe was even smaller then, with the winsomeness of a child, lovely and speaking, even at her age, with a presence of mind and wisdom that Ashni could never hope to truly attain.
"Star," Ashni had said, skinny and sharp as a blade. Her round eyes had been a bit too large and intense for her face, between stages of growth. "I think it means star. From what I remember." She had shrugged her thin shoulders.
Stooping, Ashni had plucked a flower from the ground, and coming close, had tucked it into Circe's hair with an adoringly gentle reverence. With the gesture, she had watched Circe's cheeks turn pink with flush, her eyes wide and hopeful.
She had kissed her then, and the whole world had turned to warmth..
Ashni hadn't noticed when her feet left the ground, nor when she levitated, her body parallel to the earth. It was only when her feet threatened to rise above her head, when the pull was stronger and Circe grasped her hands to keep her from drifting away, that she came back to herself.
Circe had giggled, face rosy and shining before her. "You are a star then. The sky is trying to take you back."
Circe pulled her back down to the earth with what earnest strength she had, and Ashni embraced her.
"But I won't let it. I'm going to keep you. My star."
For a moment, both girls had risen from the ground with the force of Ashni's elation.
Here, in the dim guest room, they were grown, and sorrow had worked its way into their kiss, their embrace.
Ashni broke the kiss, only loosening her hold a fraction. Her dark eyes burned beneath her mask, questioning and frightened, on the edge of something like helpless fierceness.
"Why do you sound as if you are saying goodbye, little love? Are you leaving?" Her hushed voice faltered. "Leaving-Leaving me? What has happened?" Her grasp on her turned more firm, drawing close so she wouldn't have to look into her eyes and be wounded by what she might see. There was a rigorous sense of determination in her suddenly, as if, no matter what occurred, or what obstacles they had come to face, she would not allow it to be.
She spoke again, words leaving her before she could think. She had needed to speak them before another moment passed.
"I cannot do without you. Surely you must know that, dearest one. You must know - that is no life that I want a part of." Her voice had caught, thin and trembling. She felt desperation, even in her confidence that the foreboding, grieving chill would not prevail. Her words came to a whisper into Circe's hair.
"You are all that is good in me. All that is redeemable. All that is true and right. You are the only thing on this earth that I have ever truly loved."
A moment passed, and in it, she seemed to shift back into herself, as if her solidity had returned.
"Say it isn't so. Tell me I am mistaken." Ashni wanted it to sound firm, yet it only rung as a soft plea. Still, even so, the brief madness had been fleeting, and for a moment she felt ridiculous for her own passion, her own fear. To think that her paranoid suspicions had been likely seemed almost laughable now. Yet, even as she thought so, she waited for a word from the woman in her arms with bated breath, half-hoping she could just find it in herself to kiss her again, and leave the world behind.
Ashni stood, posture open, yet her anxiousness showed in the way she brought her hand to rest briefly over her collarbone and the way her jaw set with tension. All such things melted from her as the bolt shook into place on the door, brought there by Circe's delicate touch. The smaller woman turned, her wide-framed eyes falling on her, and Ashni felt her heart thud heavily in her chest.
She made to speak, to begin to inquire what was the matter, yet Circe spoke first - her mouth bending over her favorite monicker, the two words that left Ashni malleable and defenseless.
She watched as Circe began to draw closer, standing still as if she were rooted to the spot, listening to every word she spoke. For a few moments she forgot her worry, loving warmth blooming through her in the wake of Circe's tender speech, awe and unbelievable longing striking through her, yet her wits caught up to her quickly. She heard the emotion in her beloved's voice, saw the tremble in her features, how thin even the faint smirk seemed. Ashni knew there was something she wasn't saying outright - something that was causing her pain or despair, the true reason she felt so desperate to voice such things in the open air.
Ashni was suddenly acutely afraid, yet before she could speak, Circe had pressed her mouth against her own, and caught her words before they reached open air. As if a lightning bolt had struck her, causing momentary displacement, Ashni forgot, for that brief moment, the circumstance, and simply acted on instinct. Her arms wound around her waist firmly, catching her in her embrace. She marveled for a moment, as she always did, at how small Circe felt in her arms, how fragile, as if she could break apart if she held her too tightly. Circe's lips were warm and pliant beneath hers. Ashni tasted something akin to the crisp air of night.
Yet, there was an edge to the moment that she soon became aware of. She couldn't help but feel that there was finality in it.
She is kissing me as if she were saying farewell.
Ashni was reminded of another kiss, in another time - the first one they had ever shared. It had been so full of promise, of youthfulness, of hope. It was so unlike this one, completely opposite in nature. There was desperation in it, a bitterness that she felt intimately.
"And what does yours mean then? Your name?"
They had stood in the field of gold-tinged grass by the far side of the orphanage, where they wouldn't be seen. The lazy summer breeze had brushed through Circe's dark hair, and Ashni's eyes had lingered there.
Circe was even smaller then, with the winsomeness of a child, lovely and speaking, even at her age, with a presence of mind and wisdom that Ashni could never hope to truly attain.
"Star," Ashni had said, skinny and sharp as a blade. Her round eyes had been a bit too large and intense for her face, between stages of growth. "I think it means star. From what I remember." She had shrugged her thin shoulders.
Stooping, Ashni had plucked a flower from the ground, and coming close, had tucked it into Circe's hair with an adoringly gentle reverence. With the gesture, she had watched Circe's cheeks turn pink with flush, her eyes wide and hopeful.
She had kissed her then, and the whole world had turned to warmth..
Ashni hadn't noticed when her feet left the ground, nor when she levitated, her body parallel to the earth. It was only when her feet threatened to rise above her head, when the pull was stronger and Circe grasped her hands to keep her from drifting away, that she came back to herself.
Circe had giggled, face rosy and shining before her. "You are a star then. The sky is trying to take you back."
Circe pulled her back down to the earth with what earnest strength she had, and Ashni embraced her.
"But I won't let it. I'm going to keep you. My star."
For a moment, both girls had risen from the ground with the force of Ashni's elation.
Here, in the dim guest room, they were grown, and sorrow had worked its way into their kiss, their embrace.
Ashni broke the kiss, only loosening her hold a fraction. Her dark eyes burned beneath her mask, questioning and frightened, on the edge of something like helpless fierceness.
"Why do you sound as if you are saying goodbye, little love? Are you leaving?" Her hushed voice faltered. "Leaving-Leaving me? What has happened?" Her grasp on her turned more firm, drawing close so she wouldn't have to look into her eyes and be wounded by what she might see. There was a rigorous sense of determination in her suddenly, as if, no matter what occurred, or what obstacles they had come to face, she would not allow it to be.
She spoke again, words leaving her before she could think. She had needed to speak them before another moment passed.
"I cannot do without you. Surely you must know that, dearest one. You must know - that is no life that I want a part of." Her voice had caught, thin and trembling. She felt desperation, even in her confidence that the foreboding, grieving chill would not prevail. Her words came to a whisper into Circe's hair.
"You are all that is good in me. All that is redeemable. All that is true and right. You are the only thing on this earth that I have ever truly loved."
A moment passed, and in it, she seemed to shift back into herself, as if her solidity had returned.
"Say it isn't so. Tell me I am mistaken." Ashni wanted it to sound firm, yet it only rung as a soft plea. Still, even so, the brief madness had been fleeting, and for a moment she felt ridiculous for her own passion, her own fear. To think that her paranoid suspicions had been likely seemed almost laughable now. Yet, even as she thought so, she waited for a word from the woman in her arms with bated breath, half-hoping she could just find it in herself to kiss her again, and leave the world behind.
Shagranoz
One Thousand Club
Claire shook her head in surprise as Jasper crushed the wine glass. Not knowing what had just happened, all she thought was that the poor man didn't know his own strength. Such a shame. She turned and looked at Circe as she and Ashni headed upstairs. The High Priestess of the Aeris Coven seemed wistful, almost as if she knew something was about to happen, something that she didn't want but couldn't prevent. Circe was a talented diviner, she knew, but merely knowing about the future was dangerous. One was too tempted to do something to change it, something could make things far worse down the line. Claire decided that it was better to be surprised, and headed to the bar to pick up her wine.
Lamia
Member
Indigo Castillo
Indigo was silently watching humans and witches alike dancing. It was a interesting sight to see humans and witches interacting with one another. Her blue eyes observing the individuals enjoying the masquerade. She then caught sight of Ashni walking up the steps with Circe. She raised an eyebrow, what's Ashni doing with Circe?
Indigo's eyes scanned over the area, wondering if Ivy or Juniper were in attendance. The girl didn't have that many friends to be honest but she was very close with the two girls. Everyone seemed to have dates of the romantic variety this evening.
The blonde-haired young woman was about to take a sip of her fruity drink when she noticed someone coming over to where she was. Once he came closer, she recognized who this person was. He was a young man who was a bartender before. Surprisingly enough, she had enjoyed their small conversation that day. That had been merely two weeks ago.
Indigo smirked at his greeting. "Hey wolfy." she replied, looking at the young werewolf with her icy blue eyes. She pushed her hair back. "I remember you. " She confirmed with with a ever so soft smile playing on her lips. It was not often that Indigo sought out new company but the young man could possibly be an exception. He brought a very friendly and positive aura. Quite similar to Juniper in a way.
The young woman did catch on to the older blonde woman looking at the two, Indigo raised an eyebrow quizzically before focusing back on the young man in front of her.
"So this place is really something hm?" Indigo voiced, discussing the extravagances of the building.
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It had been a long day, and Ivy knew it would only be a longer night. Normally she loved getting dolled up in such a way and having all eyes on her for at least a few minutes. The red-headed beauty smirked softly at her reflection, pursing her lips as turned back and forth, admiring her reflection. Yes she was somewhat vain, but not vain enough to believe that she would steal everyone's attention. At least. Not forever. She knew her beauty and how she stole everyone's eyes at first glance. Most would then carry on with their night, but she knew some would be held captive.
Sighing, Ivy stepped away from her mirror and sat down carefully on the edge of bed and slid her shoes on. Standing once more, she flattened the bright red of her skirt and grabbed her clutch off of her dresser, making sure all of her essentials were inside. Satisfied that they were, she snapped the bag closed and strode from her room,
heading straight to the party.
Once there, the stares started, and she smirked in response, casting a glance around the room. Catching sight of her Priestess Ashni leave the room with the Aeris High Priestess Circe, Ivy hid a small smirk before banishing them from her sight. She knew nothing, therefor had nothing to say. She caught sight of Indigo and smiled softly at the sight of one of her coven's newest members enjoying herself. Taking a drink off of a tray from a nearby waiter, she took a large sip before setting it down and approaching the nearest male without a partner, a seductive smile on her lips.
Ivy Masters wanted to dance. And what Ivy Masters wanted, Ivy Masters got.
Only this time, she was interrupted. Turning blazing eyes onto the younger witch that approached, she snarled, her voice taking on the qualities of the animal her mask resembled. "What?!" she demanded,
scaring the poor girl.
The girl squeaked, jumping slightly as her eyes widened, having never been faced with Ivy's anger before. "I-I was told t-to tell you..." she paused, swallowing in fear as she stumbled to remember the words she'd been told. "Hi-High P-Priestess Ashni Rao i-is needed for a m-meeting." she forced out, trembling, preparing to flee once her message was delivered. "N-no one knows where she is..."
Ivy rolled her eyes, a scowl etching itself onto her face as she waved her hand, dismissing the shaking girl who ran without complaint. Letting out an aggravated sigh, she took a deep breath to calm herself. Sending an apologetic smile to the man she'd been approaching and turned on her heel, heading towards the corridor she'd seen her High Priestess and the Aeris High Priestess go down.
Striding down the now empty hall, her heels clicking loudly as she turned another corner and cleared her throat politely, looking at the decor on the wall in an attempt to give her mentor a bit of privacy.
"Forgive me, Ashni." she began. "I was told someone requested to see you immediately in the lower east wing."
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NilNul
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Stasya Svoboda
"I saw you before - up there." He shot a look up to the ceiling. "I think it's brave of you, in front of so many," His low, gravelled voice drew quieter with his next addition, and the slight shrug of his shoulders. "Even if it is disguised as an act."
"Crow." He spoke quietly in introduction, just loud enough to be heard over the buzz of the party.
The entertainer grinned widely as she accepted his hand, giving a soft shake in return to the dashing guest.
"For you, call me Anna, Mister Crow."
Hearing his commentary on her groups performance, the witch laughed softly, hiding her fanged grin behind her hand. Picking up the glass of red.... something from the bartender that handed it to her, the de-masked witch focused her emerald eyes on the prophet.
"Well now~. Bravery and lunacy was always a trait of my... ´cadre´~. It would be an ill showing if Mador didn't try to out-preform the rest of our lovely neighbours in this wonderful masquerade~"
Mentioning it, the water-witches eyes drifted for just a moment to the table hanging from the ceiling... of from one of the ´entertainers´ had gotten a bit restless and was cajoling one of the civilians in the ground floor to join in on the act of ´levitate a booze bottle to the ceiling´. Turning her focus back on her bird-masked companion, the witch gave a playful flick on the black peak of her companion
"But, a lovely bird like you does not leave his nest that often. So, lovely Soothsayer~. Mind i ask you for a drink in exchange for... looking over our transgressions?~"
Giggling, the ´vampire´ brought her glass of crimson to her lips, sipping from it and returning to her guest once more.
"But... as curiosity... whats in store for this wonderful that has gotten you all so chatty?~"
Rhaine
Mador Priestess
"I saw you before - up there." He shot a look up to the ceiling. "I think it's brave of you, in front of so many," His low, gravelled voice drew quieter with his next addition, and the slight shrug of his shoulders. "Even if it is disguised as an act."
"Crow." He spoke quietly in introduction, just loud enough to be heard over the buzz of the party.
The entertainer grinned widely as she accepted his hand, giving a soft shake in return to the dashing guest.
"For you, call me Anna, Mister Crow."
Hearing his commentary on her groups performance, the witch laughed softly, hiding her fanged grin behind her hand. Picking up the glass of red.... something from the bartender that handed it to her, the de-masked witch focused her emerald eyes on the prophet.
"Well now~. Bravery and lunacy was always a trait of my... ´cadre´~. It would be an ill showing if Mador didn't try to out-preform the rest of our lovely neighbours in this wonderful masquerade~"
Mentioning it, the water-witches eyes drifted for just a moment to the table hanging from the ceiling... of from one of the ´entertainers´ had gotten a bit restless and was cajoling one of the civilians in the ground floor to join in on the act of ´levitate a booze bottle to the ceiling´. Turning her focus back on her bird-masked companion, the witch gave a playful flick on the black peak of her companion
"But, a lovely bird like you does not leave his nest that often. So, lovely Soothsayer~. Mind i ask you for a drink in exchange for... looking over our transgressions?~"
Giggling, the ´vampire´ brought her glass of crimson to her lips, sipping from it and returning to her guest once more.
"But... as curiosity... whats in store for this wonderful that has gotten you all so chatty?~"
Rhaine
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Rhaine
Flightless Bird
○ Condan "Crow" Domnhall ○
Crow couldn't help but smile in return when the woman gave him a grin. The small, tentative expression lightened up his features beneath his mask. She took his hand, and the touch was soft - a brief warmth. He still felt cold beneath his dark suit, yet then, perhaps less so than before.
His thick brow drew as she introduced herself, though he didn't pause in replying, "Pleased to meet you, Anna." It was not the name that had come to mind when he had first beheld her. Perhaps he had been mistaken. It was almost encouraging - the possibility that his Sight was feeding him lies. A small measure of hope that his suspicions surrounding the night were wrong sprung through him. Then again, it was also possible that she had given him a name that was not her own, a nickname, or even a middle one.
In truth, he had not given her his name either. His mask still rested upon his face. He had offered nothing, while she sat, bare-faced and smiling enchantingly, unabashedly.
Crow's stillness increased as he watched her laugh, endeared as she lightly covered her mouth with her hand, hiding in a small way.
He listened as she spoke, startlingly amused by her candid, yet smooth commentary.
"I believe you are right. It would hardly feel like a true gathering if Mador had not engaged in some sort of spectacle, something to demonstrate their more daring traits, as if the rest of us might have forgotten." His tone was good-natured, and he was a bit taken aback by how lighthearted he could sound.
He was diverted, for the moment, from his frightening premonitions, though they still raged at the corner of his eye. The looming sense of foreboding seemed to be shaken just a bit. It was as if she had drawn him into the eye of the storm, and he knew that the wind was sure to draw him back again. He wasn't sure whether he would make it out the other end.
'Anna' gave a playful flick to the black beak of his mask, and Crow let out a breath, a soft sound that might've been a chuckle. He considered raising his mask to rest upon his head as hers did. He had forgotten how intrusive the decorative piece that hid his face was. Still, even as his hand tensed, taut with the potential for movement, he paused.
She calls me 'lovely' now, she might not say so if she could see me.
The brief insecurity lived in the millisecond before he banished it. It was a child's fear, something he had worried of in his youth, when such things had been important and forefront in his mind. He knew he was not terribly handsome like the High Priest of Coven Mador, charming and bright, but he had his mother's look, and he, at least, thought her lovely. Whether he was comely had no bearing on his work. He was done worrying of such things.
Crow's features were brought back to a lightness with her smooth, honeyed request.
"Gladly. I am pleased to think that I have earned such a thing on my own merit."
His eyes shifted from her emerald gaze to follow the glass she brought to her lips. A moment of lapse in thought passed, and his eyes lingered a bit longer than they should've. Realizing so, his gaze quickly flitted away.
It is the alcohol's doing, I am sure.
Yet even as the recovering, accusatory thought startled forth, he took a sip of his own drink beneath the beak, a bit flustered.
Her next inquiry brought him back, and the weight of the evening fell back upon him. Crow looked back at her, hesitance in his form. Without further thought, he lifted his mask from his face, setting it on the bar counter by his drink - as if it would impede him from speaking, as if it might've given him incentive to be dishonest. He suddenly didn't feel much like hiding, and it was a grim, though slightly freeing, thrilling sensation.
He ran a hand through his dark, curly hair as he spoke, his eyes back to the somberness they were most disposed to, his face bared to the light of the air.
"I have foreseen misfortune and great tragedy on this night. I cannot deny it, though I wish to. I am afraid that despite my knowledge, there is nothing I can do to change what will occur."
He wondered where his mother was now, what was occupying her thoughts, if she felt the coming storm. The thought saddened him, and he stored it away.
The sincerity in his words was meant, and he was at least satisfied that the tone of his voice had remained steadfast. Eyes softening on the woman before him, an odd, wry, helpless sort of small smile finding him, he spoke again.
"I wish it was only our meeting that I had known of prior, Anna. But it seems that only the grim and dispairing require my attention. I hardly ever dream of lovely occurrences."
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Rhaine
Flightless Bird
✧ Ashni Rao ✧
Ashni felt as if she might break between Circe's hands, gentle against her face - she the fragile one in her hold now. Always such things reversed and returned. She hardly knew her own mind in that moment, only that her spirit was fixed on Circe's words, relief seeming to bleed from every pore, even if it were an incomplete respite.
"I would never leave you willingly."
She should have felt pacified by it, enraptured, moved, and for a brief moment she was, until the ominous feeling returned, as if it had been clinging to the back of the statement, dragged along rigidly. Ashni had always been sharp as a tack, and she was nothing if not attune to Circe's feelings, able to discern her meaning from small things. Even so, she let the smaller woman console her, pretending to be satisfied, knowing somehow that it was what Circe needed.
Ashni felt it most clearly then, a lucidity pulling through her frame that she had not entirely grasped before. Circe was apologizing to her, and Ashni knew it was for something that hadn't transpired yet, something that was not in her control. Great despair touched her temples, and then was gone.
Forgotten, as if it had been an insignificant, chilly gust of wind, Ashni acted upon measures that she didn't entirely know the source of.
I cannot despair now, not before her, not here. She is trying to spare my feelings, to protect me as she always has done in her way.
There was warmth to the air then, to her expression, and though it might've been fabricated for the sake of the moment and the woman before her, it sung of unconditional love. Ashni had always been a selfish thing. Having next to nothing had forced her to hold on to what she had. She had been a survivor for so long, always having to think of herself first in order to make it in the world, that she was still formed by it in her later years, when she needn't want for anything anymore. Despite this, she could be unselfish for Circe - gladly, easily, naturally. It was why she met Circe's faint smile with one of her own, why she pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, why she spoke thus,
"There is nothing to apologize for, sweet one. It is I who should ask forgiveness. I was cowardly and insecure, ridiculous to think such things when I should have been trying to ease your worries."
She leaned back a bit to see her eyes, and was at once pained by the unshed tears there, and struck with her beauty.
"You are a vision, little love. I sometimes wonder if you know just how beautiful you are. I'm half tempted to keep you up here with me all night, to have you for my own. In any case, I believe you owe me a dance, darling." She gave a brimming smile that bordered on a smirk, only wanting to talk to her then as if everything was as always, as if nothing had transpired or changed.
Circe spoke the words of the memory she had only so recently dwelled upon, and she shivered, pressing another kiss to her mouth, a searing brush of contact.
"I promise," She whispered. "I swear it."
Nothing will take you from me.
She brushed a soothing hand up her back, a bit of her fierceness returned. She swayed a bit in the small space they shared, as if caught in something close to a dance.
Ivy's sudden voice springing forth behind the bolted door startled the wits from her momentarily, her form frozen.
She looked between Circe and the door, a frown fixing over her lips as she beheld the thick wooden slab.
Of course. Why had I expected anything different?
Her arms eased away from about Circe, though she still caught her hands in hers.
"I will be with you in a moment, Ivy."
She spoke levelly, loud enough for her to hear, in the formal tone she kept for business. Reluctantly, she began to ready for depart. She pressed a kiss to both of Circe's hands before finding her mouth one more time. It was the most brief of them all, and yet it pierced her through the most thoroughly, chilling her down to the bone. For a moment, she didn't think she could make herself depart and attend to her duties, yet as the kiss was broken, it was as if a cloud had passed from before the sun.
"I will be back in just a few moments, love. Even if hell shall bar the way." She spoke last in a hush.
Ashni let go of her hands then, brushed out her skirt, and strode tall to the door. The bolt felt terribly heavy in her hands, and for some reason she felt like crying, though the profound feeling didn't show on her face.
I am losing something. It is falling through my fingers.
She gave Circe a last lingering look, doing her best to give her a smile, before it fell, and she had opened the door, passing through and closing it behind her.
Ashni felt unsteady in the hall, standing beside her Succesor. She almost had to hold onto the girl for stability, yet the brief faint spell passed before it could take real affect. She looked to Ivy with true kindness in her eyes, though her expression was neutral.
She began walking down the hall toward the ballroom again, leaving her heart behind as she did so.
"Who is it that requires an audience with me so desperately? Do you know?" She inquired, taking to the stairs with her head held high.
Ashni felt as if she might break between Circe's hands, gentle against her face - she the fragile one in her hold now. Always such things reversed and returned. She hardly knew her own mind in that moment, only that her spirit was fixed on Circe's words, relief seeming to bleed from every pore, even if it were an incomplete respite.
"I would never leave you willingly."
She should have felt pacified by it, enraptured, moved, and for a brief moment she was, until the ominous feeling returned, as if it had been clinging to the back of the statement, dragged along rigidly. Ashni had always been sharp as a tack, and she was nothing if not attune to Circe's feelings, able to discern her meaning from small things. Even so, she let the smaller woman console her, pretending to be satisfied, knowing somehow that it was what Circe needed.
Ashni felt it most clearly then, a lucidity pulling through her frame that she had not entirely grasped before. Circe was apologizing to her, and Ashni knew it was for something that hadn't transpired yet, something that was not in her control. Great despair touched her temples, and then was gone.
Forgotten, as if it had been an insignificant, chilly gust of wind, Ashni acted upon measures that she didn't entirely know the source of.
I cannot despair now, not before her, not here. She is trying to spare my feelings, to protect me as she always has done in her way.
There was warmth to the air then, to her expression, and though it might've been fabricated for the sake of the moment and the woman before her, it sung of unconditional love. Ashni had always been a selfish thing. Having next to nothing had forced her to hold on to what she had. She had been a survivor for so long, always having to think of herself first in order to make it in the world, that she was still formed by it in her later years, when she needn't want for anything anymore. Despite this, she could be unselfish for Circe - gladly, easily, naturally. It was why she met Circe's faint smile with one of her own, why she pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, why she spoke thus,
"There is nothing to apologize for, sweet one. It is I who should ask forgiveness. I was cowardly and insecure, ridiculous to think such things when I should have been trying to ease your worries."
She leaned back a bit to see her eyes, and was at once pained by the unshed tears there, and struck with her beauty.
"You are a vision, little love. I sometimes wonder if you know just how beautiful you are. I'm half tempted to keep you up here with me all night, to have you for my own. In any case, I believe you owe me a dance, darling." She gave a brimming smile that bordered on a smirk, only wanting to talk to her then as if everything was as always, as if nothing had transpired or changed.
Circe spoke the words of the memory she had only so recently dwelled upon, and she shivered, pressing another kiss to her mouth, a searing brush of contact.
"I promise," She whispered. "I swear it."
Nothing will take you from me.
She brushed a soothing hand up her back, a bit of her fierceness returned. She swayed a bit in the small space they shared, as if caught in something close to a dance.
Ivy's sudden voice springing forth behind the bolted door startled the wits from her momentarily, her form frozen.
She looked between Circe and the door, a frown fixing over her lips as she beheld the thick wooden slab.
Of course. Why had I expected anything different?
Her arms eased away from about Circe, though she still caught her hands in hers.
"I will be with you in a moment, Ivy."
She spoke levelly, loud enough for her to hear, in the formal tone she kept for business. Reluctantly, she began to ready for depart. She pressed a kiss to both of Circe's hands before finding her mouth one more time. It was the most brief of them all, and yet it pierced her through the most thoroughly, chilling her down to the bone. For a moment, she didn't think she could make herself depart and attend to her duties, yet as the kiss was broken, it was as if a cloud had passed from before the sun.
"I will be back in just a few moments, love. Even if hell shall bar the way." She spoke last in a hush.
Ashni let go of her hands then, brushed out her skirt, and strode tall to the door. The bolt felt terribly heavy in her hands, and for some reason she felt like crying, though the profound feeling didn't show on her face.
I am losing something. It is falling through my fingers.
She gave Circe a last lingering look, doing her best to give her a smile, before it fell, and she had opened the door, passing through and closing it behind her.
Ashni felt unsteady in the hall, standing beside her Succesor. She almost had to hold onto the girl for stability, yet the brief faint spell passed before it could take real affect. She looked to Ivy with true kindness in her eyes, though her expression was neutral.
She began walking down the hall toward the ballroom again, leaving her heart behind as she did so.
"Who is it that requires an audience with me so desperately? Do you know?" She inquired, taking to the stairs with her head held high.
Tarmagon
Murphy was an optimist.
Jasper smothered a curse as he unwrapped his hand over one of the restroom sinks. The cut was deep, and while fairly slow, the flow of blood wasn't showing any signs of stopping. Looking around to make certain he was alone, Jasper reached into a silk lined pocket of his jacket, extracting a small wooden disk carved with intricate runes. Clasping the disk with his injured hand, he looked around the room once more, then expended a tiny bit of Power. A flare of greenish light shone briefly through his hand as the healing charm activated, knitting the worst of the damage to his hand in moments.
"I doubt that anyone felt that. what with all the Power floating around out there," he mused to himself as he examined his hand. Rather than an oozing cut, there was now just an angry red line down the center of his palm. "Better keep this covered until I get out of here."
Suiting actions to thoughts, he flipped open a small pocket knife and cut a mostly clean section off of the towel. He did make certain that there was a little staining over his palm, just in case anyone was observant enough to be looking. Satisfied with his efforts, he folded the rest of the towel over into a compact bundle and tucked it into an inside pocket of his jacket. No way was he leaving this much of himself about when there were so many witches running around. Returning the spent Trinket to his pocket, Jasper opened the door to head back to the ball, but paused as spectral wings seemed to glide over the gathering.
"Someone is going to die here," he thought. "Loki and Hel are making their presence known this night. Heimdall grant me your vision, Kvasir lend me your wisdom."
"I doubt that anyone felt that. what with all the Power floating around out there," he mused to himself as he examined his hand. Rather than an oozing cut, there was now just an angry red line down the center of his palm. "Better keep this covered until I get out of here."
Suiting actions to thoughts, he flipped open a small pocket knife and cut a mostly clean section off of the towel. He did make certain that there was a little staining over his palm, just in case anyone was observant enough to be looking. Satisfied with his efforts, he folded the rest of the towel over into a compact bundle and tucked it into an inside pocket of his jacket. No way was he leaving this much of himself about when there were so many witches running around. Returning the spent Trinket to his pocket, Jasper opened the door to head back to the ball, but paused as spectral wings seemed to glide over the gathering.
"Someone is going to die here," he thought. "Loki and Hel are making their presence known this night. Heimdall grant me your vision, Kvasir lend me your wisdom."
Yennie
I'm bored
Yennie
I'm bored
Jason
the wolf
Jason grinned knowingly when she addressed him as 'wolfy'. "I don't know why I bothered asking that - of course you remember me, I'm unforgettable." His natural flirtyness made itself apparent as his eyes raked over her form. But he would do nothing more then look and appreciate, anything further never crossed his mind as he was incredibly content in his current relationship. The kind of contentment that nothing could threaten.
He gave a positive nod to her small talk about the mansion. "Yea it's amazing, never seen anything like it." He was more used to silver laced metal cages in dank dark basements, soft silken sheets and cool skin pressed against his own heated skin. The contrast between his former situation and his life now still made his head spin. He noticed her eyes shift over to the left and followed her gaze. Wynter was watching them. He could practically feel her beckoning to him, something important. Assuming it had something to do with their plans for the evening he knew he would have to cut this conversation short.
Before he could speak again there was a crash of glass and the scent of blood hit him. His nostrils flared, the feral side of him coming alive from the smell. Jason closed his eyes and did his best to repress his natural instincts. He could feel it just underneath his skin, the tight tingling burning sensation that came whenever he transformed. All of his senses went haywire - hypersensitive as they tried to adjust to his bodies changes. It was painful to be just on the edge of a shift. He ached to do it, the release of his wolf form was almost better than sex for him.
But the scent trailed away into the bathroom and with it his blood lust began to dwindle.
After a few tense moments of deep breathing, Jason fully regained control of his senses and opened his eyes, hoping he wouldn't find the girl staring at him. She obviously knew some things about werewolves but he wasn't sure how thorough witch education was when it came to his species.
"Sorry about that, wolf shit." He smiled apologetically, knowing she wouldn't understand. He regretted that he would yet again leave her without getting to know her name but he could at least give her his. "I'm Jason by the way. Gotta get back to my date but it was nice seeing you here." With that he went back over to the bar to retrieve their drinks before weaving through the crowd and returning to Wynter. His body was still thrumming with unspent energy, it made him a little jittery as he approached her. Her touch and presence would calm him down. He handed her the cocktail she liked so much, "So, what's the next step?"
He gave a positive nod to her small talk about the mansion. "Yea it's amazing, never seen anything like it." He was more used to silver laced metal cages in dank dark basements, soft silken sheets and cool skin pressed against his own heated skin. The contrast between his former situation and his life now still made his head spin. He noticed her eyes shift over to the left and followed her gaze. Wynter was watching them. He could practically feel her beckoning to him, something important. Assuming it had something to do with their plans for the evening he knew he would have to cut this conversation short.
Before he could speak again there was a crash of glass and the scent of blood hit him. His nostrils flared, the feral side of him coming alive from the smell. Jason closed his eyes and did his best to repress his natural instincts. He could feel it just underneath his skin, the tight tingling burning sensation that came whenever he transformed. All of his senses went haywire - hypersensitive as they tried to adjust to his bodies changes. It was painful to be just on the edge of a shift. He ached to do it, the release of his wolf form was almost better than sex for him.
But the scent trailed away into the bathroom and with it his blood lust began to dwindle.
After a few tense moments of deep breathing, Jason fully regained control of his senses and opened his eyes, hoping he wouldn't find the girl staring at him. She obviously knew some things about werewolves but he wasn't sure how thorough witch education was when it came to his species.
"Sorry about that, wolf shit." He smiled apologetically, knowing she wouldn't understand. He regretted that he would yet again leave her without getting to know her name but he could at least give her his. "I'm Jason by the way. Gotta get back to my date but it was nice seeing you here." With that he went back over to the bar to retrieve their drinks before weaving through the crowd and returning to Wynter. His body was still thrumming with unspent energy, it made him a little jittery as he approached her. Her touch and presence would calm him down. He handed her the cocktail she liked so much, "So, what's the next step?"
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Bellz
What's your favorite scary movie?
Circe Kismet
Circe smiled as Ashni promised to her what she had once promised, to never let the sky take her. A blush arose to her cheeks as her lover’s hand moved up her back, a slow shiver moving up her spin. Ashni began to sway, almost as if to dance. Circe bit her lip and tried to settle her nerves, the time was getting closer, she could feel it. But these last moments were the ones that Ashni would remember well of her, and she wanted it to be perfect.
Sometimes though, duty calls. Ivy’s voice seemed to startle them both and she gave a small gasp as she hid herself behind the Ignis’ high priestess, not wanting her successor to see what they were doing. She was sure that a few people had known, but the less that knew, the better. Circe only had moments left, but Ashni could still be punished for their “crimes.” Circe felt the warmth leave her as Ashni’s arms fell from her body, moving to hold her hands instead.
Circe stared into her eyes as Ashni spoke to her successor. Kissing both of her hands, before pressing a kiss to her lips. Circe the weight of the situation weighing down on her. She could feel the panic rise in her as she thought about what she was facing. The death that was to come. Circe fought hard against the tears as she nodded her head. “I will be waiting.” She whispered back to her before all contact with her star was broken. The ghost of her hands still weighed down on Circe’s.
Her breathing became labored as she fought to stay quiet. Her mind screamed at her, longing for survival. Circe was fighting her natural human instincts to fight or flight, instead, she remained a sitting duck knowing that she couldn’t escape the path that was paved for her. She wanted to scream at her lover to return, to cry and sob in her arms much like she when she was a child….
“NO!” Little Circe screamed as the thunder outside shook the small orphanage. The young girl was currently hiding under her bed with a pillow over her ears, tears streamed down her face as she was woken by the terrible storm. The girl squeezed her eyes shut as a flash of lightening lit up the small room.
That’s when she saw two bare feet standing in front of her. “Circe?” Ashni’s voice rang out above the storm. “U-under here!” Circe sniffled and watched as the tall darker skinned girl knelt down. “Come on out CiCi…I promise the storm won’t hurt you.” Her voice was as calm as ever as Circe let out a sob. “No! Its so loud and scary!” the young girl cried….
Circe finally let the tears fall as she saw her lover and best friend exit the room, leaving more than she would know behind. Circe would never forget that night, Ashni had crawled under the bed with her and talked to Circe the entire night, holding her tiny form as she whispered reassurances in her ear. Protecting her from the things that would hurt her. She wished her lover could stay with her now, to face the one who would end her life with her. But as much as she loved her, this was Circe’s path to lead.
The woman moved to sit in a chair. Feeling weak from trying to keep up the charade that she was okay. She was already dying inside. Death scared her more than she would let anyone know, but she knew she would rather it be her, than anyone else. As she looked out the window, she saw the moon slowly being covered by thick black clouds, foreshadowing the storm that was about to begin.
[/color][/SIZE]Sometimes though, duty calls. Ivy’s voice seemed to startle them both and she gave a small gasp as she hid herself behind the Ignis’ high priestess, not wanting her successor to see what they were doing. She was sure that a few people had known, but the less that knew, the better. Circe only had moments left, but Ashni could still be punished for their “crimes.” Circe felt the warmth leave her as Ashni’s arms fell from her body, moving to hold her hands instead.
Circe stared into her eyes as Ashni spoke to her successor. Kissing both of her hands, before pressing a kiss to her lips. Circe the weight of the situation weighing down on her. She could feel the panic rise in her as she thought about what she was facing. The death that was to come. Circe fought hard against the tears as she nodded her head. “I will be waiting.” She whispered back to her before all contact with her star was broken. The ghost of her hands still weighed down on Circe’s.
Her breathing became labored as she fought to stay quiet. Her mind screamed at her, longing for survival. Circe was fighting her natural human instincts to fight or flight, instead, she remained a sitting duck knowing that she couldn’t escape the path that was paved for her. She wanted to scream at her lover to return, to cry and sob in her arms much like she when she was a child….
“NO!” Little Circe screamed as the thunder outside shook the small orphanage. The young girl was currently hiding under her bed with a pillow over her ears, tears streamed down her face as she was woken by the terrible storm. The girl squeezed her eyes shut as a flash of lightening lit up the small room.
That’s when she saw two bare feet standing in front of her. “Circe?” Ashni’s voice rang out above the storm. “U-under here!” Circe sniffled and watched as the tall darker skinned girl knelt down. “Come on out CiCi…I promise the storm won’t hurt you.” Her voice was as calm as ever as Circe let out a sob. “No! Its so loud and scary!” the young girl cried….
Circe finally let the tears fall as she saw her lover and best friend exit the room, leaving more than she would know behind. Circe would never forget that night, Ashni had crawled under the bed with her and talked to Circe the entire night, holding her tiny form as she whispered reassurances in her ear. Protecting her from the things that would hurt her. She wished her lover could stay with her now, to face the one who would end her life with her. But as much as she loved her, this was Circe’s path to lead.
The woman moved to sit in a chair. Feeling weak from trying to keep up the charade that she was okay. She was already dying inside. Death scared her more than she would let anyone know, but she knew she would rather it be her, than anyone else. As she looked out the window, she saw the moon slowly being covered by thick black clouds, foreshadowing the storm that was about to begin.
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Bellz
What's your favorite scary movie?
Wynter Blair
Wynter met Jason's gaze before turning back to look around at all the festivities, her blonde eyebrows raised slightly as she felt a sudden tension in the air. A small frown formed on her lips, Someone trying to steal my thunder? she wondered as she glanced back towards her wolf. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched him, the pain on his face might have been invisible to some, but the charm she had placed on him connected them. She could feel everything he felt, and sometimes could even hear a passing thought or two. His heart raced in his chest as the smell of copper filled the air. Someone was bleeding and it wasn't Circe. Wynter shook her head watching as some man fled to the restroom, her frown deepening. "This just won't do." She murmured to her self.
A familiar and warm aura could be felt behind her and she turned to see Jason standing there, holding out her favorite drink to her. She offered the young man a sweet smile before she took a moment to mull over his question. Taking a sip of her drink, she looked to him, his heart still thrummed wildly in his chest and the energy radiating off of him was quite noticeable. Wynter reached her hand out and placed it on his arm, "You alright love?" She questioned with concern, making sure he wasn't uncomfortable. After a moment of letting him answer, she looked towards the staircase sensing the Ignis High Priestess and her successor getting closer. "Well, I have just set the trap, looks like you may have been wrong about them getting on upstairs, seems like Ashni is pretty well put together." Wynter made this observation as she could just see the High Priestess now, descending the staircase.
"She is being pulled away for a meeting with someone. And Circe is still upstairs, we are not going to have much time now. Remember what I told you back at the house. Grab the heart and get out of there. Don't wait for me...I will be exiting through the front door as soon as I can." Wynter felt bad about not being able to dance with Jason like he wanted, she bit her lip as she thought about how she would be able to make this up to him. "Wait until she descends the stairs and heads to the room for the meeting and then our plan can begin."
Wynter met Jason's gaze before turning back to look around at all the festivities, her blonde eyebrows raised slightly as she felt a sudden tension in the air. A small frown formed on her lips, Someone trying to steal my thunder? she wondered as she glanced back towards her wolf. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched him, the pain on his face might have been invisible to some, but the charm she had placed on him connected them. She could feel everything he felt, and sometimes could even hear a passing thought or two. His heart raced in his chest as the smell of copper filled the air. Someone was bleeding and it wasn't Circe. Wynter shook her head watching as some man fled to the restroom, her frown deepening. "This just won't do." She murmured to her self.
A familiar and warm aura could be felt behind her and she turned to see Jason standing there, holding out her favorite drink to her. She offered the young man a sweet smile before she took a moment to mull over his question. Taking a sip of her drink, she looked to him, his heart still thrummed wildly in his chest and the energy radiating off of him was quite noticeable. Wynter reached her hand out and placed it on his arm, "You alright love?" She questioned with concern, making sure he wasn't uncomfortable. After a moment of letting him answer, she looked towards the staircase sensing the Ignis High Priestess and her successor getting closer. "Well, I have just set the trap, looks like you may have been wrong about them getting on upstairs, seems like Ashni is pretty well put together." Wynter made this observation as she could just see the High Priestess now, descending the staircase.
"She is being pulled away for a meeting with someone. And Circe is still upstairs, we are not going to have much time now. Remember what I told you back at the house. Grab the heart and get out of there. Don't wait for me...I will be exiting through the front door as soon as I can." Wynter felt bad about not being able to dance with Jason like he wanted, she bit her lip as she thought about how she would be able to make this up to him. "Wait until she descends the stairs and heads to the room for the meeting and then our plan can begin."
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Lamia
Member
Indigo Castillo
Indigo playfully rolled her eyes at reply to her. "Now don't get too cocky wolfy." She said with a small smirk playing on her lips. Before she could say anything else, there was a sound of glass breaking. The girl turned her head, slightly worry as to what happened. She bit her bottom lip, turning her attention back to the tan-skinned young man. He looked like he was in pain, her eyes shifted to him. It seemed he was on the edge of shifting. The girl was a curious one so she spent a period in her life where she intently studies the werewolf species.
He then apologized with a wolf-related comment. Indi smirked, shrugging it off with a wave of her hand. "No, it's cool." She replied.
Indigo looked to him as he explained that he would be returning back to his date but not without giving her his name. The girl lightly smiled, "Nice to meet you too Jason. See ya around." Indi voiced gently, watching as he left to return to the blonde that was practically throwing daggers at her with those eyes of hers.
The girl turned away, getting a alcoholic drink, then leaned against the wall and ran her fingers through her waves.
Yennie
Bellz
Bellz
What's your favorite scary movie?
Shagranoz
One Thousand Club
Claire stood w ith her sisters in Aeris, tears streaming down her face. Circe was dead. Her High Priestess was dead. No, not dead- murdered. Her heart had been ripped from her chest by black magic, and nobody could tell who had cast the lethal spell. As the other witches gave their respects, one by one, Claire stayed silent. She hadn't known Circe as well as some in the coven, and didn't feel up to speaking. She looked around at the other witches. Not even one in her own coven was above suspicion. Someone here is a murderer.
Camille, on the other hand, decided to speak. "I respected Circe, despite our differences in coven. She was the kind of person everyone liked. Always ready to lend a hand with a spell, or be a shoulder to cry on. I tell you this true- no matter who we are sworn to, today we are all Aeris." She stepped down from the podium, inviting the next speaker up.
Camille, on the other hand, decided to speak. "I respected Circe, despite our differences in coven. She was the kind of person everyone liked. Always ready to lend a hand with a spell, or be a shoulder to cry on. I tell you this true- no matter who we are sworn to, today we are all Aeris." She stepped down from the podium, inviting the next speaker up.
Bellz
What's your favorite scary movie?
Juniper Langley
The rain reflected the tears that had been shed over the last few days. Circe's death was a shock to the entire community, supernatural or not. Juniper had been enjoying her evening on Halloween with the man she loved when her world came crashing down around her. Circe had been murdered in cold blood, her heart ripped from her chest as if she were nothing more than flesh and blood. Juniper had almost passed out from the scene and when she had seen Crow's face, she knew he would be changed forever.
Much to Juniper's distaste, the induction ceremony had to be done on the same evening as her high priestess' death. Her body wasn't even cold yet as Juniper wore a dress that Circe had been inducted in, giving the entire ritual an eery and sorrowful feeling. What should have been a happy and proud moment in Juniper's life ended up being terribly tragic. She didn't want the position, she felt Circe had been stripped of the title far too soon and having stepped up only moments after her death left a bad taste in her mouth.
June took to the podium at the funeral as Camille finished speaking. She thanked her quietly before moving to stand in front of her coven. Sighing slowly, watching as the the breath revealed itself on the chilled air, she spoke. "Circe...was an amazing spirit, an Aeris through and through. The air breathed life into her and in return she graced those around her with the same gift. Her wisdom surpassed her years, her beauty knew no bounds. And although my high priestess was often quiet compared to most, when it came down to business involving her people, she would speak of our covens and their needs for hours. Circe was the mother of all our Covens...the moon that controlled the tides." At this, Juniper's eyes found Niall's "The breeze that kindled the fire and rustled the leaves. In this great time of despair, sadness and confusion, I know she would have wanted us to support each other."
Juniper's tears couldn't be contained and one slid past, falling down her cheek. "Let us remember brothers and sisters, our dear Sister Circe, may her brave heart, wise mind and pure soul forever grace our territories and bring us the strength we need to get us through these hard times....I thank you all for coming today." With that Juni stepped down from the podium and moved around the crowd of people who began standing as the funeral came to an end. Juniper quickly moved behind a tree to cover the overwhelming feeling of emotions taking over her.
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Bellz
What's your favorite scary movie?
Wynter Blair
Wynter hated funerals. Especially ones that weren't really necessary...not that anyone else knew besides Jason. The pair stood at the very back of the funeral mass, not wanting to be noticed but also not wanting to be found missing as that would be suspicious. Wynter was happy despite the moody atmosphere, she had just gotten everything she wanted and more. Wynter still hadn't removed the love charm from her wolf, still fearing that he would leave her for that twit she had seen at the party, but her mind was telling her that she needed to release him soon. As Juniper, the newest High Priestess of Aeris finished up her emotional speech and disappeared into the sea of people as everyone began to stand, Wynter grabbed Jason's arm gently. "We should go." She murmured to him.
Not leaving him much of a choice, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the car they had ridden in. Niall had been sticking his big nose in business that didn't belong to him, and Wynter was sure that he had his eye on her or maybe that was just the paranoia setting in. The couple walked hand in hand towards the car, Wynter not under the umbrella anymore, now far too impatient to just leave to care about getting wet. "Its a good thing people where black to funerals huh?" Wynter thought out loud as they finally made it to the car. Death was something that Wynter neither love nor hated, it brought out...an awkward side of her that not many people got to see.
In reality, she was trying to find a way to stop herself from thinking about her father's death. The pain of it still far too fresh despite the time that had passed since he died. Wynter was never really good at letting go, even as a small child she held grudges. Unfortunately, she knew this could be one of her major downfalls if she didn't play her cards right. Wynter unlocked the car door and slid into the passenger seat before shutting the door. Once she was sure that no one would hear them, she sighed and pulled down the mirror on the sun visor to check her appearance. "You know...I kinda wish I could tell them all that Circe is basically still alive...I mean, funerals aren't cheap nowadays. You know the average cost of a funeral is like 20,000? Please if I die, just throw my body in a pillow case and chuck me into the furnace. I would much rather you enjoy 20,000 dollars than waste it on a day of tears." Wynter grabbed her lipstick from her purse and applied it lightly before scrunching her wet blonde hair and closing the mirror.
Wynter hated funerals. Especially ones that weren't really necessary...not that anyone else knew besides Jason. The pair stood at the very back of the funeral mass, not wanting to be noticed but also not wanting to be found missing as that would be suspicious. Wynter was happy despite the moody atmosphere, she had just gotten everything she wanted and more. Wynter still hadn't removed the love charm from her wolf, still fearing that he would leave her for that twit she had seen at the party, but her mind was telling her that she needed to release him soon. As Juniper, the newest High Priestess of Aeris finished up her emotional speech and disappeared into the sea of people as everyone began to stand, Wynter grabbed Jason's arm gently. "We should go." She murmured to him.
Not leaving him much of a choice, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the car they had ridden in. Niall had been sticking his big nose in business that didn't belong to him, and Wynter was sure that he had his eye on her or maybe that was just the paranoia setting in. The couple walked hand in hand towards the car, Wynter not under the umbrella anymore, now far too impatient to just leave to care about getting wet. "Its a good thing people where black to funerals huh?" Wynter thought out loud as they finally made it to the car. Death was something that Wynter neither love nor hated, it brought out...an awkward side of her that not many people got to see.
In reality, she was trying to find a way to stop herself from thinking about her father's death. The pain of it still far too fresh despite the time that had passed since he died. Wynter was never really good at letting go, even as a small child she held grudges. Unfortunately, she knew this could be one of her major downfalls if she didn't play her cards right. Wynter unlocked the car door and slid into the passenger seat before shutting the door. Once she was sure that no one would hear them, she sighed and pulled down the mirror on the sun visor to check her appearance. "You know...I kinda wish I could tell them all that Circe is basically still alive...I mean, funerals aren't cheap nowadays. You know the average cost of a funeral is like 20,000? Please if I die, just throw my body in a pillow case and chuck me into the furnace. I would much rather you enjoy 20,000 dollars than waste it on a day of tears." Wynter grabbed her lipstick from her purse and applied it lightly before scrunching her wet blonde hair and closing the mirror.
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-- the lost king --
r i a s . c e l i n a
she is like the moon... part of her is always hidden away
Tarmagon
Murphy was an optimist.
"I smell a rat."
Jasper watched the funeral for the Aeris High Priestess from the trees that edged the cemetery, wondering what was going on in this city. Even though he was partially sheltered by the trees, rain still dripped steadily from the brim of his battered leather hat to sluice down the sides of the dark duster he wore. The dark clothing and the gloom under the trees served to effectively conceal him from the funeral attendees, allowing him to observe the actions of the various factions without being obtrusive. A mild enchantment on the sunglasses he wore, despite the dreary day, brought the people standing in the rain into sharp focus, though he wasn't going to risk a spell to actually listen to their words.
The woman he had shared a dance with at the Ball, Claire his memory supplied, had taken the podium to speak for the fallen woman, who he now knew as Circe. Despite not being able to hear her words, he could see the emotion on the young woman's face. Circe had been loved and respected, though not apparently, universally. The next speaker was the new High Priestess for the Aeris coven, Jun.. Juni? Ah, Juniper, yes, that was her name. She was visibly much more affected than Claire had been, and she appeared to be delivering the closing eulogy. Jasper could see her gaze fix on someone in the assembled witches, but from this angle he couldn't tell who she was looking at. Juniper finished her speech and stepped down as people began to rise. Rather to Jasper's surprise, a final speaker took the stand, speaking a few words before descending to embrace Juniper. Rias, Terra coven. Interesting.
As the people rose and began to mill about, Jasper noticed one particular woman standing well to the rear of the assembly. It took a moments thought to place her, but then he had it. Wynter, member of the Mador coven. According to the information Jasper's contacts had been able to provide, the woman had been being groomed as a potential High Priestess of the Mador coven, until there was some kind of scandal. He didn't have any details, but there had been a quick judgement that resulted in the woman being demoted and removed from the line of succession. She had grabbed the hand of a lean young man, turning to leave rather than move forward to join the throng milling about. She looked, satisfied, rather than sad. She also looked like she wanted to get away from the site of the funeral as quickly as possible, not even bothering with an umbrella in her haste. The pair vanished into a car, leaving Jasper to ponder what he had seen.
"You knew there was something going on as soon as you saw the body," he mused to himself. "It was a disturbing enough sight that no one else probably noticed the lack of the proper amount of blood. Holes punched through chests tend to grab the eye."
Jasper had seen much in his centuries of life, and had become inured to much. As such, where most people had seen a brutal murder, he had seen far, far less blood than there should have been, even accounting for the missing heart. It had been as though the body had been under the effects of a stasis spell, but he hadn't seen or felt anyone casting.
"I smell a rat," he thought, watching the funeral break up as people moved in groups and singletons to the waiting vehicles. "That effect on the body had to come from a preservation potion, and one that was administered before someone or something removed Circe's heart. And if it was the kind of potion I think it was, she's not really dead, at least not yet. If who or what ever removed her heart can be persuaded to return it before the effects of the potion dissipate, she can probably be revived. If someone wanted her dead, why go to this much trouble?"
Jasper turned away into the trees. His battered old truck was parked on an access road not far away, and he wanted to make certain he made it to the local bar in time to observe the actions of people as they arrived. He needed to reach out and make some local contacts so he could better understand the politics of the region.
Jasper watched the funeral for the Aeris High Priestess from the trees that edged the cemetery, wondering what was going on in this city. Even though he was partially sheltered by the trees, rain still dripped steadily from the brim of his battered leather hat to sluice down the sides of the dark duster he wore. The dark clothing and the gloom under the trees served to effectively conceal him from the funeral attendees, allowing him to observe the actions of the various factions without being obtrusive. A mild enchantment on the sunglasses he wore, despite the dreary day, brought the people standing in the rain into sharp focus, though he wasn't going to risk a spell to actually listen to their words.
The woman he had shared a dance with at the Ball, Claire his memory supplied, had taken the podium to speak for the fallen woman, who he now knew as Circe. Despite not being able to hear her words, he could see the emotion on the young woman's face. Circe had been loved and respected, though not apparently, universally. The next speaker was the new High Priestess for the Aeris coven, Jun.. Juni? Ah, Juniper, yes, that was her name. She was visibly much more affected than Claire had been, and she appeared to be delivering the closing eulogy. Jasper could see her gaze fix on someone in the assembled witches, but from this angle he couldn't tell who she was looking at. Juniper finished her speech and stepped down as people began to rise. Rather to Jasper's surprise, a final speaker took the stand, speaking a few words before descending to embrace Juniper. Rias, Terra coven. Interesting.
As the people rose and began to mill about, Jasper noticed one particular woman standing well to the rear of the assembly. It took a moments thought to place her, but then he had it. Wynter, member of the Mador coven. According to the information Jasper's contacts had been able to provide, the woman had been being groomed as a potential High Priestess of the Mador coven, until there was some kind of scandal. He didn't have any details, but there had been a quick judgement that resulted in the woman being demoted and removed from the line of succession. She had grabbed the hand of a lean young man, turning to leave rather than move forward to join the throng milling about. She looked, satisfied, rather than sad. She also looked like she wanted to get away from the site of the funeral as quickly as possible, not even bothering with an umbrella in her haste. The pair vanished into a car, leaving Jasper to ponder what he had seen.
"You knew there was something going on as soon as you saw the body," he mused to himself. "It was a disturbing enough sight that no one else probably noticed the lack of the proper amount of blood. Holes punched through chests tend to grab the eye."
Jasper had seen much in his centuries of life, and had become inured to much. As such, where most people had seen a brutal murder, he had seen far, far less blood than there should have been, even accounting for the missing heart. It had been as though the body had been under the effects of a stasis spell, but he hadn't seen or felt anyone casting.
"I smell a rat," he thought, watching the funeral break up as people moved in groups and singletons to the waiting vehicles. "That effect on the body had to come from a preservation potion, and one that was administered before someone or something removed Circe's heart. And if it was the kind of potion I think it was, she's not really dead, at least not yet. If who or what ever removed her heart can be persuaded to return it before the effects of the potion dissipate, she can probably be revived. If someone wanted her dead, why go to this much trouble?"
Jasper turned away into the trees. His battered old truck was parked on an access road not far away, and he wanted to make certain he made it to the local bar in time to observe the actions of people as they arrived. He needed to reach out and make some local contacts so he could better understand the politics of the region.
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NilNul
intoxicant
"Discretion is the better part of Valour"
Stasya Svoboda, Priestess of Mador.
It was politeness that made her miss the funeral. Or at least that's what she told herself, as she wiped clean another glass with a cloth. It was rude to to appear in a strangers funeral, and insulting to the mourners, and to your own soul to display fake sorrow as the casket was lowered, so she had excused herself to tend to preparing the small, humble bar nearby to prepare for the soon to arrive attendants. Though truth be told...
The water-witch silently prepared another ward, casting it on the glass that was soon to be served on the arriving guests. A small protection, meant for all her coven members... and hers only, as she placed the warded glasses back in the serving rack, purposefully to the right of all the normal glasses
` Life is becoming interesting once more... Maybe i am just paranoid....`
The accusations had started immediately even before the body of that witch was cold... Silent whispers, glares... and magic, clinging, tracking and scrutinizing all those nearby... Probably this was the greatest asset of whomever assassinated that High Priestess: So many witches trying to scry at the same time that every reading was a jumbled mess of emotions and half-accusations... Every witch that tried to find the truth ended up imprinting their own magic on the crime... And a cascade of accusations followed that...
Shaking her head, the sombrely dressed witch quietly prepared the drinks behind the bar counter, waiting for the funeral attendees to arrive.
Shagranoz
One Thousand Club
Lizzie looked at the funeral attendees. Despite the somber tone of the proceedings, she didn't feel as much gloom as some of the other witches. After all, once you've attended your own funeral, death loses some of its terror. Still, she couldn't help shedding a tear. She'd liked Circe, in her own ghostly way. The witch floated near the grave as Circe was lowered into the grave.
Jenny hadn't known the Aeris Priestess as well as some; after all, she was still shy of twenty, while they had known her for centuries. But she didn't need to be a diviner to know that a storm was brewing. She helped her Terra sisters with the spell to move the soil over the coffin. The task done, she went to The Bubbling Cauldron, waiting for the other witches to join her in a celebration of Circe's life. She knew the older witch would have approved.
Jenny hadn't known the Aeris Priestess as well as some; after all, she was still shy of twenty, while they had known her for centuries. But she didn't need to be a diviner to know that a storm was brewing. She helped her Terra sisters with the spell to move the soil over the coffin. The task done, she went to The Bubbling Cauldron, waiting for the other witches to join her in a celebration of Circe's life. She knew the older witch would have approved.
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