Fantasy Hotel Tussen Vanderheim (Open - Jump in!)

[AuthorSINpie]

Alia 'Ali' Nielson
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Born into a rich family that was way too close for comfort, and much too strict, this maiden had set out on a journey far away from them, carrying only the clothes on her back, barely any supplies, and her sacred living doll Everson; Ali is a teenaged elven witch, with powers with nature itself to help guide her way. When she had found the forest Eudora and decided to go in she didn't expect she'd find a hotel, due to no one outside the forest ever even mentioning it, and had entered it cautiously.
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She looked around the building in complete in utter awe as she entered, looking around to it's ceiling and to it's every wall, admiring the decor and it's colors; it reminded her so much of home, and it made her relaxed. She looked over her shoulder to the doll on her back who looked around, not as much as her however -- "this place is pretty," Everson had let out, her porcelain hinges creaking a bit as she turned her neck and her glossy eyes met Ali's very own.


"What do we do...?" she pondered, hoisting the small thing up on her back just a bit more, "h-hello?" was this a hotel? It looked like it, as she's been in many throughout her long travels, despite the fact that she had to pay with working just to stay. Hopefully this place wasn't as expensive...or was just free in general. Fixing the small satchel at her side she spoke up again, looking around, a shiver going up her back as she heard many things she wasn't familiar with. If anything happened, she just hoped Everson wouldn't crack in the slightest bit.

 
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Violet had run from the castle and into the mist without so much as a glance over her shoulder at the dreadful place. She didn't want to be there, certainly didn't know why she was called there, but would never go back there. At this moment, she couldn't have cared less that she was the spitting image of the witch who brought the castle to life who had developed a relationship with the Lord of that castle 500 years ago.


Her shoes crunched over twigs and leaves as she searched through the woods for her village. It was impossibly dark here, as if the Eudora Forest had no day or night, simply an endless grey fog through a never ending twilight. It was perfect for the mindless demons who lived there and as the threshold between realms. Unfortunately for the pale haired girl, she was no longer in the realm of humans, and finding her way out of the forest would be impossible without the help of a supernatural, or a map.


She groaned. Why hadn't she thought to go to her room and get that map? Violet squeezed her eyes shut and dropped her forehead into her palm. She was hopelessly lost in the Eudora Forest. Vibrant blue eyes searched, but she couldn't even tell from which direction she had come. As if she would go back to that castle anyway. She'd rather...


But just then, something caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand. The demons in the woods around her that she had no idea were there began to move. They howled, groaned, grunted, jumped, slammed their fists against the ground and acted out in their own individual ways. Though Violet couldn't see any of them, she was now very aware that she wasn't in the forest alone. Her heart rate spiked and she lowered her breathing.


Something rustled in the bushes behind her and she spun around. A great raven-like creature sprung out from the bush, screeching as it did. It flew at Violet, and she ducked just in time, but the creature continued away. Away from her and away from the aura that had come from the castle. Violet was huddled on the ground, looking over her shoulder as the creature flew away with her hands over her heart. She exhaled deeply.

I need to keep moving, she thought. She'd never find her way out of the forest at this rate. And now, as howls and earth shaking movements unsettled her, she was unsure if she even survive long enough to try. She wondered where Wy'Ziot might be, though felt guilty for wondering at all. He had said he'd protect her, but she hadn't expected him to. But now that she was alone in a demon infested forest, she almost wished he were here. She wondered if she'd rather be at the castle after all, than lost in this endless forest.

The small girl continued carefully on, squinting as she tried to see through the dense fog. Trees and brush often appearing monster-like kept her forever on her toes and heart racing.

 

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Ali was soon surprised as she turned to see something she had never seen quite like it before. Giving a small squeak and jumping back she noticed a maid, but there was something off about this maid. She couldn't place her finger on it, she looked to Everson who stared at it with confusion, "no, it's not like me." she stated dully. "W-what is it...then...?" she looked around again before looking to the maid with her heterochromatic eyes, she then wondered. "Could you lead me to a room I can stay in?" she asked them, and the maid had slowly turned around and began to lead the girl. She hoisted Everson higher on her back and fixed her small satchel before hurriedly following them. "It's almost as if I'm home again..." she said, nostalgia filling her every pore.

 

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:BishieSparklesR: Hacathra Vestele Naïlo :BishieSparklesL:​

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(This but with light blue eyes)
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Far is the fall from grace when a High Elf noble dabbles in the dark arts. Having taken an interest in black magic and other arcane activities frowned on by her kin, she was cast out from the House Naïlo and exiled from the land of her ancestors. This did not faze her very much because now at least she could pursue whatever magics she wished and no one could tell her otherwise. Of course she did not have an easy time once she left the city. A rather young Elf, she hadn't had the desire to leave and explore before, content to immerse herself in her studies of dark incantations. Now she was out in the world with barely anything to her name and no one to guide her. Despite her pampered lifestyle in her previous home, she was forced to survive in the wilds for several weeks before finally making her way to an abandoned castle. It was not a very large estate, but it was isolated and intact, and very much to her liking. She decided to take up residence there rather than just pass through, seeing no reason to head closer to civilization where it would be just as likely for her to be shunned as she was in her homeland.


Having spent hundreds of years on her own, her exile beginning when she was only two hundred and sixty-four years, she fell into the darkest corners of the world as she studied her craft, even delving into the Abyss and now at seven hundred and thirty-two years, she has become fairly well versed in the schools of Abjuration, Conjuration sub-schools of calling, creation, and summoning; Divination, Evocation, Illusion sub-schools of glamour and shadow; Necromancy, Transmutation, and Universal. She also has knowledge in alchemy.


On top of the various magics she is learned in, she also maintains a tenuous relationship with a bound imp named Vashti. The summoned companion is a tiny, bald imp that can teleport herself as well as with a little more energy, things that she touches. She shares a telepathic link with Hacathra and generally remains hidden.


Hacathra is just as likely to kiss someone as she is to stab them and vice versa. She can be significantly sweet as often as she can be overly withdrawn. Her moods switch often and don't really seem to have a trigger, they just happen. She also has a slight fascination with blood and vampires.


The trip into the Abyss did not leave her body unmarked. Where she once had pale blonde hair, she now has wavy black hair that reaches to her hips and ends in curls. Her eyes have gone unchanged, remaining a light blue. She has the significantly pointed ears well known to her kind, and very pale skin. Rather than being the statuesque size of her brethren she is petite in size, she is only around 5'4" and weighs around 100 lbs. She has little to no muscle and about the same amount of body fat. Perhaps out of pure fixation mixed with her journey into the Abyss, her fangs have also elongated, giving her the appearance of a vampire though she is not.


[Hope this is good, tried to shorten a bio, this character is pretty old. xD] @poppet







It was not uncommon for the dark touched High Elf to venture far from her secluded home in order to find ingredients for her potions. The rarer the reagent, the more costly it would be for her customers to purchase and that fact alone made it worth while for her. She wasn't much moved by all of the furious howls and threatening grunts that echoed through the Eudora Forest, being surrounded by darkness during her time in the Abyss and not only hearing such guttural sounds as these, but feeling them without seeing anything but pitch black, had desensitized her to them in a way and she made her way through the brush as though she were on a casual, afternoon stroll.


Her flat heeled, black boots laced up to her knees crunched over the ground as she walked, pausing each time she passed a tree with small hollows at the roots and checking those hollows carefully, on occasion drawing out a crimson colored, spongy looking plant which she would then place in a basket that was held in the crook of one pale and finely decorated arm. The decoration on her arm was an elaborate vine drawn over her flesh and twisting around until it disappeared beneath the black velvet of her sleeve which reached to her elbow before it flared out into black lace that hung in layers a foot below her arm.


She paused a moment as an alarm went off in her mind, perking slightly as pale blue eyes looked in the direction that the alarm had alerted her to, her face remaining placid as she began to venture in that direction, unhindered by her skirt as it hung short in the front, the length of it stretching out behind her though she would swish her hips slightly to keep it from snagging, aiding the effort with a graceful swing of her arm to adjust the fabric every now and then.


Peering through the trees, she would see a young woman with pale hair, a concerned expression seemingly set on her pretty face. As the lady fair moved perpendicular to Hacathra, she tilted her head to the side with mild curiosity. She supposed that since she had ventured out into the woods alone that there would be nothing wrong with another lady doing much the same. She rested her free hand along the gnarled trunk of the tree nearest her and simply observed for the moment, while her presence was not hidden, nor undetectable in any way, she also didn't make an effort to draw the attention of the other damsel.


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[Kry]

@Malhyanth


Fyren was content to just stay where he was and rest when that aura of power rippled through the castle. It seemed to fill every nook and cranny, and it caused his brow to furrow slightly in confusion. Whatever it was, it had tried hard to be intimidating, but the demon wasn't intimidated in the slightest. This aura, though demonic in nature was nothing compared to the demons that resided in the plane Fyren originally came from. This aura had a taint to it, the demon that produced it was not from Fyren's own world of demons, but from one much more closely related to the human plane, one the humans referred to as Hell in their many religions. The creature exuding such an aura didn't frighten Fyren, it only annoyed him, such a childish display of power, and depending on how far the aura reached it had probably set the creatures in Eudora Forest into a frightened frenzy.


The demon sighed in annoyance, he honestly didn't care what kind of creatures came to the castle to seek sanctuary or what not, so long as they behaved themselves. The thing exuding such an aura did not seem like it knew how to behave, although the same could be said about Fyren considering how he had acted earlier. The demon groaned lightly, annoyed at himself now. Slowly he stood, his wings flitting and flapping a moment, as they unfurled. Quickly he moved to his closet, selecting a change of clothing and well, changing. Gently he tugged the clothes on, discarding what was left of what he had been wearing before he went 'full demon' on the floor. He would take care of it later.


His pain had eased, it was almost completely gone. Almost. It would be much easier to hide it now. Fyren needed to find Wy'Ziot and apologize to the werewolf first, he would search the castle grounds outside before trying to scour the entire inside of the castle for the wolf. Chances were that Wy'Ziot had fled to the grounds to clear his head and such. Once that was taken care of, then Fyren might consider apologizing to the girl that looked so much like Rosalind. Fyren ran a hand through his hair and moved across the room to the single large window.


The demon flung it open and then jumped, grimacing lightly as his wings worked to keep him aloft. At the moment flying took more effort than he would have liked, but even still the action seemed almost effortless for him to any looking up at his form. He flew around the outside of the castle, for the moment just surveying the surroundings and watching the fog that curled and coalesced. There were howls and other noises of general unrest coming from Eudora Forest, he had been right, that aura had extended out even that far. Fyren rolled his silver eyes and sighed with annoyance, before turning a bit to bring him around the castle and towards the garden.


As soon as his silver eyes landed on the white wolf, Fyren came down to a gentle landing behind him. The tall demon dropped to one knee, his left arm at his side, and his right hand palm flat against his heart. Instead of lowering his head in a subservient gesture, he stared full force at Wy'Ziot with sincerity shinning in his eyes. "Forgive me, I never should have reacted in such a way. I am truly sorry." Fyren wouldn't move until the wolf responded.

 

[Malhyanth]

@Kry @poppet


Wy'ziot was clear of the first two rose beds when the wave of nausea hit him. It was like a tightening of his chest, a feeling of dread, and the sense that something evil had stirred. Moments after his nauseating episode, the response from the forest started to sing out like a chorus of beasts. His own wolf, hugged within his chest, had begun to stir and rock and roll beneath his skin, adding to the vertigo he felt. What was this weird feeling? He'd come to the gardens to clear his head, and this fogging feeling that had seemed to spread from the castle's walls had him sink to a knee within the muck of the rose bed.


Pressing a hand against his skull, the other gripping the handle of his deadly sharp bone machete, Wy'Ziot wimpered a little, gagging and trying to breathe deep. It was then the sound of wings above drew his attention, his red eyes peering from his raised hand, and he forced himself to stand as the demon flew down. His chest, his wolf, was not happy. Something was tugging at his mind, telling him he needed to move, to run, to seek something, but this feeling of dread clung to his brain and memories like a tar, and drowned out intelligent thought. It made the beast more active, and Wy'Ziot was having a hard time controlling the wolf. What was it he wanted so badly to find?


Red eyes peered curiously at the demon as he crouched and took his apologetic stance. The werewolf sighed, the sound rocking his whole frame. He scratched at his naked torso, trying to work words into his fogged mind. When he tried to speak, the words were jumbled within the grumbles and moans of the wolf. He coughed, clearing his throat, and tried again. "Demon, Djou are a fool, but djou are my friend. Zhere is nozhing to forgive." The werewolf smiled, and stepped forward and rest his hand against the one pressed against the demon's head. It was at that moment, as their skin touched, the wolf fought through the haze.


"ZHE GIRL!!" Wy'Ziot leaped back from the demon as the wolf's voice snarled through his human face, his white pale skin becoming inflammed as the muscles below bulged and ripped through the skin, his shock of brilliant white fur forcing through with a ferocity. The wolf's protective instincts as the rabble of the forest echoed around them, forced the memory of the girl so like their "mother" came pounding to the fore. Wy'Ziot collapses to his knees as his spine elongated, claws ripping through his fingers and toes, displacing the nails that had been their moments before, pads bulging, legs changing shape to accommodate the werewolf shape. A tail started to lash out, the change in his body shape tearing the long shorts he'd worn for his work. His face elongated with a roar, the speed of it causing excruciating pain. He was not used to his wolf being so out of control; usually he had slow transformations, that didn't leave him battered and bruised, and the wolf knew something the human did not, and it wasn't taking no for an answer!


Transformation complete, the werewolf remained crouched for a moment, heaving great breaths against the shock and pain of the change. His pointed ears were low, his face pulled into a silent snarl, his eyes closed, claws scraping the earth beneath him. Around him, his shorts were in tatters. Why did he bother with human clothes again? They always seemed to get ruined!!! His bone machete had been dropped, and was blade down in the dirt, slicing into the earth with ease. The werewolf slowly turned, his glowing red eyes opening to look at the demon. This wasn't Wy'Ziot whom was in control of his wolf. This was the wild side of the werewolf, the wolf in his entirety, and the way he looked at the demon was with only a fraction of recognition. It was the wolf that forced his way forward when the new moon and the full moon made their presence known; this was the beast. He looked over the demon, and a horrid grin spread over his face. The demon would have experienced this side of the wolf only briefly. Wy'Ziot was always so careful to ensure this wilder side was always relegated back to the forest. Something about the girl, however, brought out this side of him; a side that held loyalty and protection of those it considered Pack above all else. And the face the girl wore; her own, and that of a dead woman... it elicited this spirit of the forest to wish to seek her now, and protect her from all that would wish her harm in the forest.


"Sshtep back vrom me, demon." The voice was hard, more of a snarl than a voice as the werewolf raised to his full 8ft of height. He rolled his shoulders, audible pops and cracks coming from the muscles and joints. Ears perked all of a sudden, and he turned his white, long face away from the demon. "Lisshten..." The harsh croaking of the demon that had flown over Violet reached the ears of the werewolf. His pale, livery coloured nose twitched; his clawed hands flexed. One last glance at the demon from the wolf, the look a stern one. It said more than words could; the girl was under this beast's protection. The demon would suffer if he ever aimed to hurt her again.


The final glance was a mere moment before the wolf launched off the long digigrade legs, powering into a long stride and following the howls and the scents of the forest. His own eerie, undulating Joel tore from his throat, unbidden. Around him, the forest fell silent. The lesser demons that knew what was good for them fell quiet so as to not draw the attention of the White Spirit of the Forest. Bones within his maroon dyed mane clacked and clinked, the necklaces of skulls around his broad neck bounced together and against the broad chest as he powered through the trees. Occasionally he was twisting direction, following a sweet scent of flowers, old books, and a fragrance all her own; the smells of Rosalind and Violet blending into a cacophony of scents and tastes the beast could follow like a trail of bread crumbs. As he turned, great clawed hands would gouge deep rivets into the trunks of the trees, marking his directions. He would need them to get them back safe, because even this wolf was not a match for hundreds of lesser demons, should they chose to attack.


Wy'ziot's nose brought him into the grove where Violet resided, and he skidded to a halt, his chest heaving as he reared onto his hind legs, and towered over the girl, glaring around into the fog and darkness. A roar powered from him. It said 'this girl


is mine, and I will protect her with my life'. His red eyes seemed to take on a glow as he stood over her, snarling at any demon that may be within eyeline. Silence spread from his point of origin. When the White Wolf was like this, even demons, lesser or not, knew that he held no sense of self preservation. What he sought to protect, his life would be laid down for it, and the Eudora Forest bowed its head in acknowledgement. This wolf walked its corridors, knew its paths, and nothing would escape its gaze.


Satisfied, slowly, Wy'Ziot relaxed his stance, his tail stopped his lashing, and his chest slowed its breathing. The ferocious snarl eases, though it simmered below the surface, but the human, the person the girl had met previously, started to regain his hold over the beast, and the eyes of the wolf softened. He straightened, holding out a hand to the girl that cowered on the ground to help her to her feet.


"Violet... my sshveet child. Zhissh issh no plasshe vor djou." The large canines that filled his long muzzle made it hard for the human words to push through his throat and over his tongue, but he tried to make every word as clear as possible. "Come vizh me. I vill take djou back." The wolf lowered to all fours, and crouched, indicating for her to take a seat upon his broad back. She had run so far, and so fearfully, he did not want her to walk any further. She needed to be calm, and his warm body and soft, comforting fur would help. He knew in this form he would have a musty, canine smell, slightly more so than his human form at least, but he would be honoured to carry her back to the Hotel.

 

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Violet had continued on, not knowing which direction she had come from and which she was headed in. It was only the slight feeling that someone was watching her that caused her to slow further and incline her head in the direction of the elf. Though just before she could spot the other, she stepped on a root and lost her footing. Ouch, she thought, wincing as she crouched to stand. But just then a white flash leapt from the fog, skidding to a halt in front of her and she gasped, reaching to clutch her chest as she recognized this wolf as Wy'Ziot. If she didn't suffer a heart attack in this forest today, nothing would ever scare her into one.

His roar boomed through the forest, rattling her to the core. For a brief moment, she didn't recognize his eyes and wondered if she really shouldn't be worried. But then he was talking to her like normal again. Well, normal as it could be for a werewolf she supposed. She accepted his help to stand, brushing dirt off of Rosalind's dress, but soon frowned at Wy'Ziot. "No," she said, her voice almost shocked. "I don't want to go back there. I want to go home." The forest had grown quieter around her since Wy'Ziot's appearance. She indeed felt far safer now than she had moments before. "I'm sorry," she added quietly, not wanting or meaning to offend.

"It's painfully clear that I, or humans aren't welcome there. I don't know why I was called, but I'm going home now. So, thanks for everything Wy'Ziot." Violet had obvious frustration in her voice at the end. It was clear that she was likely thinking about Fyren and his treatment of her. She started to walk away, as if she knew exactly where she was going, but then stopped to face Wy'Ziot again. "You know, if you were smart, you wouldn't stay there with him either." Yep, she was definitely talking about Fyren. Violet moved to continue on, not at this current moment considering that being away from Wy'Ziot was likely a bad idea.

And there was that feeling again; that someone was watching. It wasn't the same eerie feeling of demons lurking around to devour her though, and she stopped, vibrant blue eyes squinting through the fog. She turned in time to see a woman with long dark hair and clothes. She was carrying a basket. Violet blinked owlishly at the woman. Was there someone else really out here in this dangerous forest?

 

[Kry]

@Malhyanth @Shi no toki 2


Fyren watched Wy'Ziot carefully, something seemed a bit off, perhaps that odd aura that rippled through the area had affected the werewolf as well. Fyren needed to find the source and deal with it quickly, it had seemed to emit from within the castle though. When Wy'Ziot spoke and touched his hand, a light smile touched the demon's lips and he had begun to stand. He was about to speak, when Wy'Ziot exclaimed loudly, and Fyren turned slightly thinking that the girl was somewhere behind him. There was no one there, and when he looked back to his friend, the wolf was already changing.


The demon's wings flared out behind him for a moment and Fyren took a step back, silver eyes watching intently without emotion, just simple curiosity. What had prompted such action from the wolf? Why did he seem so frantic about the girl? Fyren glanced towards Eudora Forest. If the girl was in there, she was definitely in danger, but that was no concern of his. He didn't like her anyway, she looked like Rosalind, even wore Rosalind's things. Fyren looked from the forest back to the werewolf. The demon took another step back. He didn't fear Wy'Ziot, he was giving the wolf space.


Another step back was taken when the werewolf told him to step back, Fyren's brow creasing the slightest bit. A hint of concern in his eyes as he stared into the feral eyes of a wolf. There was no doubt in his mind that the wolf was in control, this wolf would kill him if he harmed Violet again. Fyren could see that in those eyes as well, and it made him smile, as Wy'Ziot rushed off headlong into the forest. Fyren would hesitate to kill his friend if he ever felt it necessary, and he felt his friend should see things the same way.


The demon remained standing there for a long moment, listening and staring after the wolf. If the girl was in the forest, Wy'Ziot would find her and he would keep her safe. That meant he would probably bring her back to the castle. Fyren sighed in annoyance, his wings flapping behind him, carrying him into the air and back to his bedroom's window. He landed lightly on the floor and promptly sat down on his windowsill, a hand rubbing at his chest. The pain was still there, but much fainter. After a few moments hesitation he stood. His wings resting comfortably at his back he made his way to the bedroom door and then out it. Closing it and locking it behind him.


Fyren tilted his head slightly, eyes closing for a few moments as he attempted to sense this other demon, the one that had radiated such an aura. The demon not from demon realm that Fyren was so familiar with. Once he felt confident he had the creature's location, Fyren opened his eyes, straightened his posture and started down the hallways towards him with confident purpose.

 

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What was this? One of her sleek black brows rose as the werewolf dashed onto the scene, her lids lowering slightly, long lashes partially veiling her blue eyes as she leaned curiously past the other side of the tree in order to peer in the direction the creature had come from. The length of her wavy black locks hanging in a twisted tail that flowed down the front of her torso because it would be otherwise impeded by the high lace collar that encircled the back of her neck, the rest of her hair neatly pinned in a bun at the back of her head. As the werewolf asserted his dominance, Hacathra perked slightly and while not leaning forward any longer, somewhat casually rested against the tree she stood by, her expression taking on a greater appearance of interest. Her hand decorated by the vine moved from its place on the tree and cupped the point of her pale chin thoughtfully, the crimson painted, claw-like nail of her index finger gently tapping a lightly rouged cheek.


Just as the dark touched Elf was not exactly alone despite appearing to be, so it seemed the young woman was also not on her own in a place where truly no mortal should roam. The scene may have even been considered touching as the werewolf offered a hand to the fallen maiden, though Hacathra's expression did not change to show that she thought the interaction endearing, her features did relax slightly, her hand coming to rest upon the black fabric of her corset which was embroidered with red roses. Her head rested against the tree as she continued to watch the two as they spoke, finding the situation curious and then wondering if they spoke of the Hotel. Her gaze had drifted away momentarily, her head turning away as some sound seemed to have caught her attention, the tiny bells that hung from delicate silver chains loosely woven through various holes in the cartilage of her pointy ears, chimed softly and when she turned her doll-like face back towards the duo she had been observing, she quickly realized that the maiden's eyes were upon her.


Her demeanor didn't show evidence of surprise of any sort, much as she hadn't reacted to the werewolf's roar. If the creature was gentle with the girl, she doubted he would be a threat to her, especially since she wasn't a threat to the girl, merely interested in what she had been doing out  her alone in the first place. Her head tilted to the side slightly and she pressed a hand against the tree, raising her body from it as she briefly ran her eyes over the fair haired female, her gaze shifting to the werewolf before it returned to her, ruby painted lips curving ever so gently as she offered a slightly odd smile. It wasn't threatening, nor was it friendly. If anything it was a little unnerving, the pointy tips of her upper canines could be faintly seen as her full lips slightly stretched.


That smile was all that she offered before she turned and began to make her way further away from the duo. Perhaps she would see them again if they were indeed headed to the same destination as she.


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Ali couldn't help but shiver at all the noises, and even felt as if she was missing out on something, things going on that she didn't get to see, nor did she really want to. Especially with Everson on her back, it was much too dangerous for her porcelain friend. She followed the maid until it had stopped, showing her the room she had asked for, or at least just some room that she requested. She looked to the maid and out of habits, she gave it a thanks and warm smile as the elf entered the room quietly and cautiously.


The whole building reminded her of home, actually, but it was better somehow. Perhaps it was because her family wasn't there to nag and bother her so much? She shut the door and turned on whatever lights she could, which didn't seem as much to her, but she didn't mind. Ali then placed Everson on the bed within the room with care, flopping onto the soft mattress with a sigh. "Carrying you is just so difficult as we keep traveling." she whispered, as the doll craned her neck to look at her with a glare -- or at least that's what could be assumed due to the fact that she barely had any eyelids. "I hope you didn't crack a bit, did you?" the teen then began to dust off the doll and look to her body parts with care, before laying her on the bed fully. "Well, I'm going to go explore, I'll be back, Everson." she let out with her usual smile before heading out of the room.


She hummed quietly as she began to explore the building, her satchel still at her side as she took note of where her room was and her surroundings. Oh boy, this was deja vu. Her blue and red eyes looked around with care and precision, brushing her pale fingers on the walls and any other things, staring if anyone were to pass her way, but she assumed there weren't many here in the first place. It was so hard to get to. Took her hours without rest.

 

[Shi no toki 2]

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Looking at the rest of the hundreds of  stairs that led upwards Asveth would find it boring to climb all the stairs and would instead jump to top of the stairs.Arriving at the very top there would be a wall obstructing him.Once more Asveth would push his hands through the wall and watch as it slowly opened.Walking out of there he would find himself in the entrance hall of the castle.With a quick sweep of his eyes he would notice the lifeless servants and rust and dust of the castle.He would also be able to hear the shouting and roaring of the demons outside.Though it was not as many as last since only the strong ones seem to be roaring now.He would quickly scan the castle and frown when he did not feel Vanders aura.He had felt the aura of a few inhabitants in the castle the most intresting being that of a demon.Looking more carefully at the aura he would realize that this Demon from a diffrent demonic realm than his.This would slightly suprise him but he wouldn't be too shocked about it.


Tusv vu! (Shut up)He roared all of a suddenly the remaining demons that howled immediately shut their mouths.This was a command from a demon far above them after all.He just spoken in the common demonic language Avix,all demons from all realms usually new the gist of what he was saying.Turning back his attenetion to the other demon he thought that maybe  this demon might have some idea where Vander was.Asveth would then fall into the shadows before reappearing out of the demons shadow.


"Excuse me friend ,have you by any chance seen a fledgling Vampire call Vander."He would say this in a polite tone because even though he was a powerful demon across all realms he didn’t like throwing his weight around.Respect a person and they respect you that was something he believed.The aura from before was meant for vander not for anybody else, but vander wasn't there so it just attacked all beings in the castle.


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[Malhyanth]

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The werewolf frowned at the girl, not understanding her desire to continue into the forest, especially that way!! That went deeper than even the werewolf was keen to tread, but when he had offered his help before to take her back, she had refused. He kept his mouth shut, but would sigh in a huff through his nostrils, and laid his ears back in defeat of the girl's will. He turned his face away, shamed by her perception of Fyren, and stalked behind her, like a giant white hound that protected its small master. Even in this form, on all fours, he was nearly as tall as the girl, so he quietly fell into step with her, paws as large as serving plates leaving impressions on the loam.


Wy'Ziot was sad she thought of his friend that way, and was deep in thought, nearly missing when she stopped to watch what appeared to be a vampire diseased elf, whom in turn was watching them. His white hackles rose and his face split into the toothy snarl once more, but whatever the lady was, she continued, and Wy'ziot relaxed. Red eyes looked to the girl. Silence, eerie, and complete, had fallen around them, like a blanket, and the werewolf was uncomfortable. He shook out his fur, trying to dislodge the feeling. Whatever had awoken in the castle, it had changed the atmosphere of the Eudora, and the wolf was concerned.


"My lady, let ussh turn back." The werewolf turned and blocked the girl's way with his long body. "I undersshtand djou are upsshet, but ve mussht return. Get provisshionssh. Zhen, I promisshe, if djou cannot grow to love our 'ome, I vill persshonally esshcort djou back." The werewolf raised himself to his feet, dusting his leaf litter stained paws down his thigh. He offered one now to Violet, a huge clawed paw that held within it a promise of assistance. He knew he could come across brash sometimes, but he was a wild creature at heart, and he had not meant to scare her.


"I vill ensshure, if djou return vizh me now, ve gazher zhe nesshesshary sshuppliessh and leave sshoon as firssht light touchessh zhe 'orizon." The werewolf bowed to the girl, hand holding the promise still held out for her to take.

 

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@Malhyanth

Violet made no moves to turn around and do anything other than be stubborn. She moved forward, only glancing over her shoulder every now and then at Wy'Ziot. It was as if she were bothered by his following, but in truth, his being there was the only thing that gave her confidence to move forward. If he had simply said he was leaving, she'd have gone with him. She wasn't daft enough to remain here knowing what lurked in the forest now. It was only when the eerie silence fell on the forest that she stopped, blinking owlishly around at the fog.

Wy'Ziot moved to block her from continuing forward, and though her stubborn side wanted to swat him away, she simply nodded. Staying here wouldn't be smart. Something was clearly going on, and Wy'Ziot was obviously bothered. It wasn't really fair of her to risk his life by remaining in the Eudora Forest. Besides, if he said he'd help her home, she believed him. She also knew it was much smarter to return to the forest prepared. And she wanted to take that grimoire with her when she left.

Violet placed her hand in his palm. "Okay, Wy'Ziot," she finally said. "If you promise to help me home, we'll go back for now."

 

[Kry]

@Shi no toki 2


This other demon was below him, it seemed. Far beneath him, deep under even the castle cellar. That didn't seem possible. Fyren had been down there many times and there were no doors or stairs that led deeper. It caused him to pause, his brow furrowing in thought. Strange words came to his ears, a command of sorts, but the words were foreign. He did not know that language, it was not a demonic language from his realm, but somehow the demons of Eudora Forest seemed to either recognize it or simply responded to the commanding tone. Now that Fyren was feeling out and sensing for this other demon, he could more clearly feel the creatures in the forest around him as well. They were silent and still uneasy, the demon couldn't quite sense Wy'Ziot or the human girl, they were a bit out of reach only because Fyren had not extended his senses that far outward.


He did now sense another guest within the hotel, one that had not been here earlier. It caused him to frown. So much activity within such a short time. There had been fewer and fewer guests, but now people seemed to be coming out of the woodwork. Or quite literally out of the shadows. The other demon had been far below him, now that creature was behind him. Fyren turned just as the other stepped from the shadows, but Fyren did not think this ones abilities were limited to aura and shadow manipulation. The other spoke, asking him about some vampire named Vander. Fyren watched this other demon carefully for a few moments, sizing him up. "I know not of any fledglings named Vander." The thought that the other was speaking of Lord Vanderheim never crossed Fyren's mind.


"I am the caretaker of this establishment, left in charge upon the Lord of this castles leaving these past few hundred or so years. I would appreciate it if you would keep your aura and power in check. I have enough things on my plate without having to add to the worry of you childishly upsetting the guests or the lesser creatures within Eudora Forest. I have no time to deal with such things." Fyren deemed this other would possibly be a good opponent in a fight, he was strong, but Fyren was more than confident that he could take this other demon down if a fight did occur. "Sometimes capable and not so capable guests venture into the Forest to gather herbs for their poultices and potions, if there are any there now and if they have come to harm because you so thoughtlessly riled up the lesser demons, we will have a confrontation that I doubt you would enjoy." Fyren's tone remained respectful, but his eyes had narrowed, flashing from silver to black to orange fire, then back to their normal silver.


"I trust that you shall follow the rules, for they are in place for the safety of the guests." Fyren did know that some demons didn't react well to threats, and that alone could start a fight, but surely this other demon was smarter than that. Fyren stared at the other expectantly, his body was relaxed and his wings twitched lightly behind him. He was ready to react at less than a moment's notice if it seemed the other was about to act with hostility. Though his posture was no different than before, so it would be impossible for anyone to tell that he was already prepared to react to anything untoward happening.

 

[Malhyanth]

@poppet


The werewolf gave a friendly sigh of relief, his eyes softening, his fur sleek down his body as the tension he'd been carrying relaxed, smoothing fur he hadn't realised had been poofed out. He squeezed Violet's hand gently, and laid his other paw over it giving it a light shake, as if to seal the deal. A spread of warmth would flow between the hands, and the werewolf's promise to protect and take her home should she fail to love the halls of Tussen was finalised. Bones released her, and lowered himself again, his tail raising to curl over his back, wagging slowly from side to side. He motioned ahead, where the first of his gouged tree marks still oozed sap. He would be able to follow the scent of pine resin to lead them back to the Hotel.


"Violet..." He ventured cautiously, pushing his face under one of her hands to turn her to the right direction, slowing once that hand rested upon his shoulder so he could lead her carefully, but also for his own comfort. Wolf he may be, but even he enjoyed a good belly rub!! "Violet, I vant to assk." The werewolf took a deep breath, trying to gauge if the girl would turn as aggressive as Fyren at Wy'Ziot's questions. He looked to her a moment sidelong, before deciding to ask.


"Vhat drew djou to zhe casshtle? I mean... zhough djou are capable of zhe magickssh, jussht like sshveet Rosshalind, djou are not assh sshkilled assh sshe... no offensshe!!" Though his words would obscured slightly by the large teeth that filled his canine mouth, he made an effort to keep them as clear as possible. He chuckled low in his canine chest, the reverberations likely tingling up the girl's arm where he hand had been forced into the fur behind his mane. The werewolf carefully directed them along his route of destruction to reach her, and he felt a bit sheepish looking at it all. He was usually so deeply respectful of the forest, but his wild wolfen side had taken over, all because of his promises to the girl. It was a curse sometimes, this affliction. The bizarre, wild magicks that came with it were still somewhat unknown to even Wy'ziot. He'd lost his kin before they could teach him the ways for those born into this body. All he knew was if he bit a human, he had best kill them to ensure they did not go through a life of agony; those afflicted by the Bite of a new or full moon Born wolf were never in control; never able to change at will, and were often disfigured. They would never look as healthy and full of life as Bones was. They would look weird; limbs elongated, but a short torso. No fur, often, with a sub-standard tail to balance out their new, weird form. Excruciating pain every change. And a weird hybrid face of wolf and man. Not like Wy'Ziot in his glossy, white form now.


"Djou vanted to know about Rosshalind... I can tell djou vhat I knew of 'er. 'Ow about djou visshit me, tonight? Ve can 'ave tea, and sshpeak fondly of my memoriessh of 'er in my room?" He sent what he hoped was a cheeky flash of a smile at the girl. "I promisshe djou, no advansshessh! Jussht memoriessh, and a talk!" Wy'Ziot chuckled again, noticing the trees were starting to thin, and the ferocity of his charge into the forest was starting to become less easy to follow. It was good, then, that he recognised landmarks now, and could lead them without aids.

 

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As he pushed beside her so that her hand rest upon his fur, Violet blinked owlishly at him for a moment. After a moment, she moved her fingers gently, rubbing her hand through it. She couldn't help but smile, lightly as it may have been. Who didn't love running their fingers through an animal's coat? It was incredibly comforting, too. They walked, and Violet did take notice of the forest's injuries. It made her wince, but she hadn't quite put together that it was Wy'Ziot who'd done it when he began to question her.


"Huh?" He brought her out of her own thoughts and she cast vibrant eyes onto him. She was quiet for a moment. No offense had been taken at all. Violet was simply wondering how skilled Rosalind may have been. She'd yet to know that it was her ancestor alone who had brought the castle to life and softened Lord Vanderheim, both. "I didn't come here of my own will," she started. "I'd entered the edge of the forest as I often do to collect herbs, when I heard a pan flute." Violet had recalled the legends of a vampire castle deep within the Eudora Forest that had lured human victims by the hypnotizing them with an enchanted tune of a pan flute. She wondered if that legend had been true. Had Wy'Ziot and Fyren been around during those times, before Rosalind had changed this place?

The thing was, that Rosalind had changed this place. Since her coming here, the pan flute had been retired and killing humans had become taboo. The only person who even knew the location of the flute, was Lord Vanderheim himself. "I don't remember anything after that, until I arrived at the castle." She was quiet for another moment. "I do hope to become a better skilled witch though," she added with a chuckle. It was true. Violet was ever trying to better herself. It was hard for the girl who had removed herself from her family. They only used ther magics for dark purposes. She wanted no part of that. Thus, she only had herself to learn from.

It was the mention of getting together with Wy'Ziot in his room that reminded Violet of his previous bare-chested embrace. Her cheeks reddened, even though he promised no advances. Couldn't they meet anywhere else!? She supposed though that it wasn't safe for her at the castle at night, so she agreed. Violet was interested in not only her ancestor, but in the castle as well. She sighed heavily. She wanted to go home, that was true. But it wasn't as if she belonged there. It'd be a lie if she said she was more interested in her own village than her rich history offered at the castle she had been called to that Rosalind had somehow foreseen.

When they happened upon the castle, Violet would stop and sigh heavily again as the fog lifted for them to view it. Surely it wasn't always so run-down. "Don't forget your promise," she muttered. He may have thought she was speaking of the one to get her home, but she was recalling Fyren's fingers around her throat now. And who was the stranger in the library? Was everyone here so handsy? Violet found herself frowning in a sort of irritation.

 

[AuthorSINpie]

Ali still quietly roamed, a smile on her pale face, the teen's eyes twinkled with magic as she perambulates the castle with her natural curiosity. When she spotted another person she couldn't make out what they were, she felt the instinct to find out what they were exactly. There was another with them. Huh, she didn't know if she should use her lessons she learned on travels here, but she still felt cautious. She didn't even know why she came into this place other than it looked similar to home and she was curious! Darn it, Alia, you ditsy elf.

 

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Lord Noach(NO-UCK) Vanderheim


*Doesn't dress like this, though it does capture his attitude.



Almost 900 years ago Lord Vanderheim and pureblooded descendant of the original vampire line, inherited a castle once belonging to his late mother. The castle had long been abandoned since her untimely death by his father, and he seemed to care little for it. As time passed, it became a gathering place for vampire clans. Vampires would lure humans from surrounding villages for sustenance, and it was then that a particularly beautiful witch named Rosalind arrived. She'd not been called to the castle, but stubbornly found it of her own accord, having guessed that it was responsible for the disappearances of villagers.


Having amused Lord Vanderheim in her determined resolve to save the villagers by sacrificing herself, he accepted her proposal with no intention of upholding his end of the deal. Though, over a period of weeks, she surprised him. She was different from other humans, and he became increasingly curious of her motives and beliefs. Enchanted by her beauty and captivated by her spirit, Lord Vanderheim became infatuated with Rosalind.


Over the next years, he stopped at nothing to make her wishes of a world where humans and supernaturals could live together in peace, a reality. Rosalind began by giving the castle a will of her own (no small feat even for a witch of her caliber); which then took care of and kept the castle clean and lively. She was even mischievous, sometimes toying with the pair and their guests. Not all supernaturals had agreed with this change, especially in Lord Vanderheim and sought to cause trouble, continuing to abduct villagers though Lord Vanderheim had called for an end to such things.


It was about 500 years ago that the castle was finally converted into a hotel, making preparations to house beings of all kinds. But villagers by that time had had enough of their family members disappearances. Rosalind had a vision that the villagers would come to destroy the castle, so she set out to stop them. But not before bringing an enchantment upon Eudora Forest to conceal the castle. The enchantment would keep humans from finding it, and harming Lord Vanderheim, and set the castle in a realm of its own, between the light and dark worlds.


Having decided that Rosalind had been 'tainted' by the vampire castle and could not be trusted, the villagers killed her. Lord Vanderheim was so overcome with grief, that he disappeared only days later, not having been able to find peace in what Rosalind had sacrificed for him. Since then, nearly 500 years have passed. Some of their closest friends had remained to look after the castle and it continued on as a hotel for the dark realm and gateway between worlds. Though, without Rosalind's presence or her dream alive, the castle is becoming unable to sustain itself.


Angry and despaired, Lord Vanderheim had fled all those years ago, wiping out the majority of the villages (which have since repopulated). He reverted to his old ways of hating simple minded humans and beings deemed lesser and spent the last 500 years killing and trying to forget Rosalind and the shame she'd put on him if she were still alive.


Lord Vanderheim stands at 6'5". His hair is long and black and his eyes are equally as dark, usually appearing to be black, though a closer look would reveal them to be a deep red. His skin is pale and his body is toned, though not overly so. His features are sharp and while he once held himself with obvious sophistication, these days he seems more distant, caring much less of what others think of him and his bloodline. Where he was once more lively, cocky and ready for battle, he is now detached, caring little what others might say or do to provoke him into a fight. His gaze is distant though his temper is sometimes short, he tends to drop things easily, not wanting to be bothered by emotion.

Ancestor of the original vampire clan with untainted blood, Noach is master of a seemingly endless amount of abilities, though he has a secret which keeps him from being able to use the majority of them - since her death...

 

[Shi no toki 2]

 
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Asveth
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Asveth waited patiently as the demon infront of him was analyzing him.Asveth was unbothered by this,the demon would’t get much by just looking at him and he wasn’t in a hurry either.Though while he was being anaylzed he himself was also analyzing the demon before him.The demon was clearly skilled at physically hiding things as Asveth didn’t pick up much.
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As the demon replied that he didn’t know of any vampire named Vander,Asveth was dissapionted though it couldn’t be seen on his face.He simply nodded at the other before a slight sigh came from his lips.Vander leaving the castle in such a state angered him quite a bit.Even though he didn’t Do majority of the building he still did quite a bit.Leaving the castle in this state put a sour taste in his mouth.As he was about to thank the Demon for his time,the demon continued to speak.
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As the demon mentioned he was the caretaker of the castle,Asveth wanted to tell him he was obviosly doing a bad job however the demon continued to speak.Asveth listened to the other Demon with no outward reaction.Though a small grin formed on his face as he listened to end of the little talk.He watched as the demons eyes flashed from his regulat silver to orange before turning back to silver.
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Asveth was a little annoyed by the warning but he wouldn’t start a fight over it.Even if he did he doubted this Demon could take him on,the only person on this plane that could beat was Vander and even then the sheer destruction caused by their fights were terryfing to say the least.
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He stared at the demon for a few seconds before sighing and beginning to speak “Well caretaker of the grounds,I am Asveth gaurdian of the grounds and one of the creators of this castle.If the guest get hurt that’s not my problem you don’t go into a forest full of demons unless you can handlemit"
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When the Demon had mentioned the guest,he had wondered why the Demon would care.The didn't pay for the service and were getting everything free the least they could do was take care of themselves.
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"Wether you deal with them or not is really not my problem.Though as caretaker I would expect a better job than this."He waved his hand at the castle which currently looked liked it hadnt been inhabited for several thousand years.
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Though it would be a wise choice if you don’t go around challenging demons that you have no idea what their true strength is.He would control the latters shadow to rise and stand behind him.This would not have any energy fluctuations or noise.He mentally ordered the shadow to give the demon a little tap."Many demons don't take kindly to being Challenged."
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"And the vampire I was speaking of would be the one you call vanderheim,though from what you have said I come to the conclusion that he is currently not here.And i will be taking that position from you are like i said doing a bad job at it."Regardless of the demons response he would sink back into the shadows heading to the kitchen to get a little snack.
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(Sorry if my guy is an asshole he just got up from a thousand year sleep and he's greated to the site of the castle barely standing anymore.Are we doin the demon angel war or nah)
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@Kry
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Lord Vanderheim had returned only a day earlier than Asveth's awakening. Something had drawn him back to his home, and he had concealed himself in his room, unbeknownst to Fyren and Wy'Ziot. He was avoiding them purposefully. They reminded him of Rosalind. Plus, he had disappeared with little more than a simple note asking their dear friends to take care of the castle until his return. It had been a selfish request, binding his friends to this castle, especially when he had no idea when he'd return, if ever.

He had gone through his own things painfully, finding the pan flute that he and his vampire kin had once used to lure humans to the castle. Assuming that the enchantment on the forest wouldn't allow for humans to hear it, he had sat atop the castle, playing the tune that had lured his Rosalind here. It was a sound that could only be heard by humans and few others, and part of him believed that if he played it, he might see her again. But after a long while, he angrily crushed the pan flute within his grasp, and tossed the pieces aside.

Lord Vanderheim had returned to his room to decide whether or not to call on Fyren and Bones. What would the pair say to find that he had returned, after all the horrible things he had betrayed Rosalind by doing since his disappearance. Perhaps it would be better if he sent his will, and let them believe he had perished, to never return at all. This; his room - made him feel emotions he had long shut off since Rosalind's murder.

But soon, mixed with the presence of Bones, Fyren and the few other guests in the hotel, Lord Vanderheim felt something familiar. More familiar than his friends, yet, unknown. He was drawn to the library where he saw a woman who was so similar to Rosalind, he had for a moment believed it was her. Since that time, he had been concealing his presence, and watching. He found that the ensuing events were curious. Asveth's awakening particularly.

He had almost intervened when Fyren attacked the descendant of Rosalind, and followed her when she fled into the forest. He hadn't yet decided what he had stuck around for. The woman didn't matter, yet, here she was. Why? For now, Lord Vanderheim would remain concealed, waiting and watching to see how things would unfold.

 

[Malhyanth]

((Sorry for my delayed post; had a lot of pain, and it puts a fog on posts!))


@poppet @Kry @AuthorSINpie


The werewolf enjoyed the hand at his shoulder as it stroked through his fur, and a small grumble of pleasure rolled from his chest. His large paws are the distance between where he had found Violet, to the edge of the forest, the castle looming over them. He bowed his head in response to the girl's comment about his promise. He would protect her, and he would take her away from this place if she could not learn to love their home. His inner wolf was bound to these promises, and he would sense her presence and her safety long before the human side of Wy'Ziot would be aware of any changes in the building. He just hoped he could keep the beast in check should someone try to harm her in the building. He did not wish to cause as much destruction to the internals of the castle as he had to the trees of the forest.


The wolf watched the girl walk to the front door of the Hotel, and he turned, to look at the Eudora. He raised to his hind legs, his full height, and approached the first of the trees he had mutilated. He pressed his long, canine head against the tree, placing his hands upon the wound to its truck, and whispered in the tongue of his people. He asked its forgiveness, and that of the forest as a whole. He explained his mission, and that he had made a promise to not let harm befall the girl that had protected them all so long ago; inhabitants, the castle, and trees. Wy'Ziot stood in this way, his roots as a member of one of the most ancient clans of the Eudora Forest showing now, as a faint glow one might miss if they did not know to look for it flowed from the chests of the werewolf, down his arms, and through his palms that touched the tree, spreading and changing colour from white to gold, and encircling the tree's wound before travelling down to the roots and going on its way, following the path of destruction.


Wy'ziot watched it for a moment as it split off to each tree damaged, into the mists that swirled. His clan were deep rooted in this forest, and knew it like they knew their brethren. Bones was now the only survivor, and with no other werewolves in the area, Born or Turned, the power of his clan would die with him. He had no mate with which to continue the bloodlines, and the power. He'd once been asked why he never bit another, and made himself a mate; his answer was always simple. He'd promised Rosalind, and in return, she had cared for a lost pup, scarred from torture at the hands of man, whom had tried to beat him into slavery. Even as a child, Bones had been strong. He was the product of a New Moon; he'd stolen the moon from the very sky, and stored it in his fur. No human would beat him down! But Rosalind... she had asked, and she had offered a kind hand, and, of course, she had shown him the enjoyment of a belly rub in just the right spot it made his leg twitch and kick out!!! The werewolf stood on the edge of the forest and smiled to himself for a moment, remembering the woman as pale as himself. He wondered if that was why he'd trusted her so easily; she too, had captured the moon in her hair.


The werewolf turned back to the castle, and sank to all fours, trotting around the side to where he had been gardening. The bone machete was still point down in th ground; his shorts, the ones he'd liked very much, were in shreds on the ground. A low grumble of annoyance spread through him, as he collected his items and remained upright to enter the castle. The blade he wiped with what remained of his shorts, ensuring there were no chips in the delicate, thin, sharp edge. The wolf took the steps two at a time, handing the tatters of his trousers to the maid that opened the door to him.


"Zhesshe need disshposshing off." Wy'Ziot commented, and the zombie doll bowed her head, watching the wolf head for the stairs. She made a movement like she was going to say something, and the werewolf stopped, frowning, long white tail lashing. These things never tried to speak, so why had she? The doll twitched again, but then looked to her task in her hands, closed the door and exited the lobby towards the kitchen. The werewolf stood at the bottom of the staircase a moment, watching her. His long ears flattened against his skull, but he would store the thought away to speak to Fyren about. 


As the werewolf took the stairs in haste, his ears picked up angered voices; anger simmering below the surface, but definitely there. Again, he frowned. What on earth was going on with this place? One of the voices he recognised as Fyren's, but the other was not known to the werewolf, and he slowed his steps, trying to hear what was being said. As he reached the top, a new figure stood, he petite frame turned away from him. He cursed. She was going to freak out if she turned and saw an 8 foot werewolf with a bone machete stood behind her!! But he couldn't change back as he'd be stark naked, and she looked so tiny and young, he didn't want to scar her for life!! Not that he was unpleasant on the eye of a beholder, if a bit scarred and damaged, but he held a good physique, he felt! Either way, he chose to remain in his wolf form. Apart from Violet, there should be no humans here, so he could at least assume the same of this girl!


Bones stepped up quietly, and looked past the girl, seeing Fyren and another squared up to each other. The wolf didn't like the look of it, but before he could intervene, the other had disappeared into the shadow of Fyren, and the werewolf pulled a disgusted face. Sure, he was in his wolf form, but this was also the most natural for him, and not a show of power; an unnecessary show of power as portrayed by that man. Wy'Ziot placed a hand to the shoulder of the girl, barely grazing her, to inform her of his presence with a quiet "excusshe me" as he passed her. His long legs took him to Fyren's side. The demon's anger radiated from him, and Wy'Ziot crouched, lowering himself so as not to overbear the corridor with his huge size. He looked up at Fyren, and placed his large head under the hand of his demon friend. His only way of comforting another, but truly, it was for himself as he felt uneasy in Fyren's angered state. He was not used to Fyren feeling like this.


"'Oo vassh zhat? 'E ssheemed up 'imsshelf!" The werewolf chuckled for a moment, before falling silent. He looked to the girl at the end of the corridor, and straightened in his crouched position to stare at her from this angle. She was unusual in appearance, like a doll. But she wasn't one of the zombie doll things that inhabited this place. She was some


sort of person, but with her long hair, he couldn't see her elven ears. Like a curious pup, he tilted his head at her, and licked his chops. "Vyren. Audiensshe." Bones murmured, tail wagging slowly from side to side.

 

[Roleplay Skittle]

As she sauntered through the forest, her black velvet skirt with lace trim swaying like a bell where it hung long behind her, the bustle she wore only aiding the movement, she continued to go about her task. Even though she moved as though she were just out for a stroll and without any actual goal, she had come to Eudora Forest with the intention of gathering an herb that grew only there and that was the herb she was currently collecting. Of course if any other plant life caught her eye, she would collect it as well, placing it in her basket if its properties would not effect the Cadara moss she had come there to gather. Otherwise she would call on her bound imp companion to claim the plant or bring her a different vessel or pouch of sorts in order to safely gather the vegetation in question and safely transport it elsewhere.


She spent some time basically just exploring the forest before she began to make her way to the Hotel, the basket still held in the crook of her arm. The two she had encountered in the forest had likely already arrived long before she did which would be a good thing because otherwise it would look likely that she had followed them and taken more interest in them than she actually had. Upon seeing the hotel in its current state, Hacathra paused. The black wings of her eyeliner wrinkling as her blue, almost gray eyes squinted at the structure. Surely this was not the same hotel that she had heard praised in times since past.


Her arms crossed over her fabric cinched stomach, one hand raising as her pointed nails grazed the porcelain flesh of her jawline, her gaze resting thoughtfully on the castle before her as she studied it. She had expected something much more grandiose. Despite the fact that many of her clientele were members of the dark races, the rumors of the Hotel's steadying decay had not reached her and that made her wonder why not? Perhaps it was that those who knew her and frequented her shop did not think that she would ever elect to stay at the hotel considering she was very reclusive. Of course that would be a proper guess in most cases, but her curiosity had eventually won over and she decided that perhaps a night or two at the Hotel Tussen Vanderheim wouldn't be so terribly bad, if anything she may collect more clients.


She also had to take into consideration the fact that her own home had been a disaster when she had stumbled upon it, though after having spent some time there and making it her own, she had grown to love it, which may also be why she rarely ever left, there wasn't really a need. Even now, she didn't really have to come get the Cadara moss on her own, she could have simply bartered and traded for it in her store. Admittedly, staying in her home constantly could be rather boring, even with Vashti to entertain her, despite the general loathing the little imp expressed that Hacathra still found amusing.


After a somewhat disappointed sigh, her arms would lower and with the same sashay to her step that she commonly displayed when she moved, she would near the castle and make her way up the steps, offering the same scrutinizing look to the interior as she had to the exterior.

 

[Kry]

@Shi no toki 2 @Malhyanth @AuthorSINpie


Fyren watched the other closely as he spoke, this man as far as Fyren could tell, was rather full of himself which was fairly typical for most of demon kind so that was not surprising in the least. Then the other was proclaiming himself guardian of the grounds. Fyren scoffed lightly, Lord Vanderheim had never mentioned this person to him and so it was likely this man was trying to take control of the castle for himself. But why? "You contradict yourself, if you were the guardian of these grounds then the safety of the guests would be your duty and concern. As that is in the job description." Fyren did not like being lied to and as far as he could tell, this other demon was lying through his teeth. "Lord Vanderheim would have mentioned you when he personally put me and Wy'Ziot in charge of things around here."


He rolled his shoulders a bit, his wings twitching with agitation. No, he definitely could not trust this other demon, Fyren didn't mind being blamed for the state of this castle. If one didn't know about Rosalind's magic or the crystal then he certainly would not give away such powerful secrets. Then the other was chiding him about challenging people. Fyren smirked. "It was a warning, not a challenge, if you can't tell the difference then you have a lot of growing up to do." Then the shadow was rising up behind him, there were no air fluctuations to feel, sounds or scents to alert the demon to potential danger behind him, there was however, Fyren's own awareness of the space around him.


The air was still, but there was still movement behind him, and Fyren could sense it. Perhaps if he had been young and weak, he would not have noticed, but as things were at the moment, it was impossible for Fyren to not notice. There were very few things that could sneak up behind this demon and catch him unawares, especially when he was already on high alert. Lord Vanderheim was the only one in this castle that could do that. This also wasn't the first time he had dealt with someone that could manipulate shadows, he had an idea of what to be aware for. So Fyren stepped to the side and forward a bit, half turning to stare at the shadow that tapped the air where his shoulder had been.


His attention returned to the other, it was almost cute that this other demon thought he could surprise Fyren. This other demon must have thought him very young. When the other mentioned Lord Vanderheim was the one he had been calling Vander, Fyren glared darkly at him. This other demon had greatly disrespected Lord Vanderheim earlier by referring to him as a fledgling, which only caused Fyren to disbelieve he had any real connection with Lord Vanderheim at all. The Vampire was ancient, not a mere baby or a newly turned, which was what the word fledgling meant. Fyren grit his teeth but kept his anger in check, he didn't need the castle getting obliterated because this other demon annoyed him.


If they fought the castle and who knows how much of the surrounding area would get demolished, Fyren was certain of that. "You cannot take my position, you don't have the right qualifications or the authority." The words were said, and then that other demon was leaving the way he had arrived, via shadow walking. Once he was gone Fyren's hand clenched into a tight fist, his wings twitching behind him, he wasn't sure the other had even listened to anything he said. That was fine though, being ignored wasn't what angered Fyren.


He didn't have much time to process his anger, as Wy'Ziot was approaching him now, and there was another person at the end of the hall. Fyren had been aware of them, but they had not been a threat and so he had ignored them but now the werewolf was here. Approaching him and pressing his head against Fyren's hand. The demon relaxed his hand a bit and gave Wy'Ziot a reassuring pat on the head, but Fyren's silver eyes seemed a touch darker than normal.


"Asveth, and he must be watched closely, he claims to know Lord Vanderheim but further conversation with him has me believing otherwise. I think he is here to take the castle for himself. He disrespected Lord Vanderheim and he thinks he has authority over us, clearly he has no idea what he is up against." A slight smirk on Fyren's lips as he said that. Then he turned a bit to look at the girl at the end of the corridor, he watched Wy'Ziot for a moment, his smirk turning to the faintest of smiles. "Ah, an elf." His voice louder now, carried down the corridor to the girl, "We bid you welcome." Fyren gave the slightest of bows, gave Wy'Ziot another pat on the head before his long legs began to carry him towards the female. Her scent was what had told him her race, though he could have gathered that information just by feeling out for her the way he had sensed out the location of the other demon earlier.


Fyren still seemed on edge though, his silver eyes a bit more grey than silver, and his wings twitched with agitation more and more. That other demon had really gotten on Fyren's nerves. It was mostly the other demons self entitlement and disrespect of Lord Vanderheim that had really angered Fyren.

 

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Kry Malhyanth

Ali had jumped a little at the fact that she had now been seen and identified, having eyed the werewolf who passed her, grazing her just slightly, before looking to the demon, as she had assumed that was what he was, who actually spoke up to her to let her know that he knew what she was. She had gave a smile, "h-hello!" she let out, noticing how he approached her. The petite elf felt a shiver climb up and down her spine for only a moment's notice.

 

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Violet had entered the castle again reluctantly, though with a strange feeling... as if she were returning home after a long day. When she glanced over her shoulder, Wy'Ziot had gone. She took a deep breath, and sighed. Later, she would meet him at his room to learn more about the castle and her ancestor. She also had questions about werewolves, though it wasn't high priority on the list. Perhaps she would just have to learn many of these things as she went. But, she would hold Wy'Ziot to his promise. She knew there would be no loving life in this place, and would return to her village at some point.

She took steps as if to return to her room, but her stomach growled loudly. Violet held her hands over it embarrassed, but no one seemed to be around. She decided she would go and see the friendly ogre chef in the kitchen who called himself by the nickname Brute. He had told her to come and see him any time she was hungry after all. And who could continue thinking and planning on an empty stomach?

After a few long minutes of trekking through the castle, she arrived at the kitchen to see the tall ogre chopping vegetables. He was singing in his low-toned gruff voice in a language unknown to her. The tune was almost ominous, but as she caught the corner of his eye, he turned a toothy grin on her. "Violet," he boomed. "You come to visit ol' Brute?" He held his hand out, wielding the knife as his other covered his heart, smitten, though jokingly. Just then, Violet's tummy rumbled again and she covered it. "Actually," she started, "I'm kind of starving...?" She spoke the words with a hint of embarrassment and smiled, her eyebrows furrowed in apology.

Brute laughed wholeheartedly. "I've got just the thing," he said. "Sit tight lollipop," he added with a quick wink, before turning his back away from her. It had been many years since Brute had last eaten a human. Since coming to this castle, matter-of-fact. It was against the rules here. But he gave the girl the nickname because he had decided that she reminded him of a sweet candy. It almost made his mouth water. But, he liked her. Even if he could eat humans here, he likely wouldn't eat Violet. Probably.

While the pale-haired girl waited, she pulled up a stool and sat at the kitchen island. Pots and pans hung above her head, and she put her elbows on the countertop to rest her chin in her hands as she watched the ogre work.