Fantasy The City of Myths

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It was rather difficult to miss how hard Mortimer swallowed, as if he had a lump or anything lodged in it. Whatever he had dreamed about had really frightened him. "Mortimer." Rosaria's was soft and quiet hen she spoke, almost like a whisper. Pressing her forehead gently against his own as his fingertips brush against her hair. With a soft smile she ran her own fingers through his hair slowly.

"I promise that you're ok, and I'd protect you if something was wrong." The elf then brushed the tip of her nose against Mortimer's before adjusting herself somewhat. Soon her lips were gently pressed against the man's forehead, a kiss laid upon it. The meaning of such a kiss could be interpreted in two or more ways depending on the relationship. But in this case, this simple kiss on the forehead was a sign of protection. "If you want to talk about it, I'll listen to everything." Rosaria's voice was a soft mumbled as her lips brushed against the ivory skin when she spoke. Dainty fingers still slowly combing through the ebony locks of the vampire.
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[idalie]

Mortimer Voltaire
It was a foreign thing to be comforted after a bad dream. The last person to have done it was - well, his caretakers when he was a child. Occasionally with a few women, he'd woken feverishly trying to strip images from his retinas and wash the memory from his mind in a sink of cold water; they only told him to stop making so much noise. Oh, it was a childish, unimportant thing to talk about other peoples lack of empathy when he had little himself. Nevertheless, it struck him as odd in a good way.

Her kisses were precious things, warm and incredible as if they solved everything in the universe at once. "Of course you'd protect me." He gave a small, tired laugh. Not mocking, but grateful. "I'd do the same." Mortimer wrapping his arms around the halfling as she spoke into his pale skin - a sensation few could rival. Slim, feminine hands running through his hair, parting the locks and letting them fall into a natural state. "Talk about it? It's just a nightmare I always seem to get, whenever I manage to sleep. It's silly really." Voltaire pressed his lips to the top of her head. "Happened a long time ago now. I'm standing in this field, there's cannon fire and muskets - but I can't see faces. They're ... like smudged paintings. And this blue-coated American comes up to me. I can see him, not like the rest. I couldn't ever forget that face. He runs me through with the bayonet, five, six times. And I just watch as pieces of me fall out." Mort blinked, with a whistle through his teeth. "Didn't happen like that in reality. I mark you that."
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[The Fabulous Emerald]

Two centuries? He was pretty old. But then again, Crystal herself was pretty old. Ancient if she were to say. Though she appeared to the Yuan-Ti as a twenty-two year old woman. Though when he mentioned that he had been doing this for a long time she was a bit surprised, not like it'd show though. She just gave a small hum and nod of the head. A book eh? If it ever got published she might want to read it. Or sell it. Either one worked for her.

When they made it outside of the city was when she heard the serpent man speak again she slowly glanced over at him. So he could tell by his tongue? She didn't remember getting licked. But she never did say that she was human. This was just a more, casual form that she took. "I am not," she mumbled quietly. Stopping she turned to face him with her constant tired eyes. A cold breeze began to whip around the woman with white hair. Slowly two white horns sprouted from the sides of Crystal's head, and large snow white, leather bat wings sprouted from her back. After the breeze faded her wings flapped slowly and she lifted off the ground.

"Dragon." Tilting her head back towards the sky Crystal inhaled deeply, before breathing out a stream of sub zero air into the sky. When she ceased she looked back at Yitah, head titled to the side. "Ice dragon.."

Yitah stepped back, grunting in surprise, as the cold winds picked up around her again. While this time he was much more prepared, wearing his winter gear, a chill still travelled down his spine and across his tail. After all, even a cold breeze is a blizzard to him. Having being forced to raise his arms to protect his face against the cutting arctic winds he didn't see much of what was going on, but he didn't need to. He could hear it in the air. He could almost taste it on his tongue. He could feel it in his bones.

Looking back to her, the winds fading enough that Yitah felt comfortable lowering his arms, he felt his heart in his throat. He would have never suspected that the girl was a dragon, after all. Still, it did explain a few things...her harmless lust for treasure, for one. For a few moments, even with his silver tongue, Yitah was at a lost for words. This, simply put, was amazing. Definitely worth a page or two in his book of life. At least. Soon enough, however, the shock and awe in his eyes evolved into inspiration and determination.

"A dragon! Well, that surprised even me. How impressive is that?" Yitah said, his usual eccentricity flowing from his form like water from a bottle. "Well, that makes this adventure a little easier. I can't imagine we'd find any trouble that a dragon couldn't handle."

Yitah seemed so excited by the sudden appearance of the dragon, he didn't even seem to feel the cold. At least, as much as usual.

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Rosaria was a bit surprised by the shift in how they laid. Wrapped up now in his arms and the feeling of his lips on her head. And she laid there, listening to the mumbling of Mortimer's memory. It saddened her. Every time he tired to sleep it seemed like the memory of his death replayed in his mind. Instinctively, the elf snaked her arms around him. Holding the vampire close to her smaller frame.

"I'm sorry to hear that had happened to you." Grip tightening when she spoke. Rosaria's head tilted a bit so that she could look up at Mortimer. Then a small smile formed on her face. "Well if I could have I would of burned the man that did that to you." A small chuckle escaped her lips, though she was rather serious. "I'd still burn anyone who dared to harm you. Only thing that'd be left is a pile of ashes." The bandaged halfling continued to smile at the man.
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The woman tilted her head a bit out of confusion. Not quite understanding what was so exciting about bringing up that she was actually a dragon. Slowly, Crystal examined her wings as they flapped to keep her from touching the ground. And her horns. Blunt white objects that could pierce a mortal easily with enough force. Turning her gaze back onto Yitah, the dragon brought her feet back to the ground. Now she had to look up at the serpent again.

Though if she had to guess one thing that was exciting about herself would have to be her breed. Unlike most dragons that breathed, Crystal's heritage was the polar opposite. Able to survive the coldest temperatures and freeze anything with their breath or touch. It was pretty cool.

However, when Yitah mentioned not running into trouble it reminded the beast in human skin of something. Digging through her pocket she pulled out a folded piece of paper. Opening it up it revealed a purple plant that appeared other worldly. "Dragon's bane," she mumbled, handing the picture to the snake, "It will.... kill me...." Looking up with her lethargic gaze, the blue purple eyes seemed to twinkle a bit. As if there was a bit of fear. "Don't burn...... Warn me..... I will freeze it...."
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[idalie]

Mortimer Voltaire
He laughed agreeably. "Yes, yes - you're a one with those flames of yours." Mortimer affectionately kissed her neck with a pause as he heard the thump of her heart. The scent of her skin. Like heaven incarnate. "Yet that man lead me to you. Without him, I'd have gone home and lived out my humanity in a place I despised alongside a bitter old woman who was my wife. They put us to die in hospital tents, but vampires fed off these useless, dying victims. Men like me. No hope of living. They called it mercy. And it was, it was." Mortimer nodded. "Only I tried to fight back. Bit this creature and - the blood of a vampire carries our disease you see? He quite literally caved in my chest with a punch trying to make sure I didn't become a beast like them. It didn't work. I woke up wrapped in sheets for a corpse, ribs sticking out, and a disgruntled attitude. I would say thats the most pain I've ever experienced." He smiled lazily. "But the human fear of death - and having come back alive ... My mind will never accept it. Biologically perhaps. Never truly in my head. I'm only a man after all." He shrugged.​

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[Charcoal_Lilly50]

A small hum could be heard in her throat as she felt Mortimer's lips against her neck. Though when his actions ceased, Rosaria listened. Full attention on the vampire. When he finished however, her lips pressed against his gently. Kissing him for probably around a minute or so before pulling away a bit.

"And what a wonderful man you are Mortimer." Her voice was soft, almost as if she were trying to whisper. Gazing into his redwood orbs with her own blue ones. "There will never be anyone who can be compared to you." Slipping one arm from around Mortimer she placed her hand on his cheek. Brushing her thumb against his skin.
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[idalie]

Mortimer Voltaire
The kiss caused him to practically melt. But when it was gone, he seemed slightly saddened. "There is a hundred men who are far better than me. But something in your gaze makes me think you just like sinners." He grinned, overlapping her caressing fingertips. Mortimer leant back in, his lips capturing hers. Longer this time, yet slow like a ballroom waltz. However, he parted just a hairsbreadth from her and locked her blue irises with redwood that seemed to smoulder. "You still take my breath away - well, if I had breath to take." The vampire winked.

His hands brushed her face, looking down at her expression. "As much as I love spending time in bed with you, a double meaning by all intent, I think you should get back to your Miss Isabelle. Hm? The poor girl probably sees nothing of you. Work and myself seem to be demanding. Although I never was good at sharing." Voltaire began to sit up. Hair awry, shirt crumpled, a little blood dotting his starched collar and cuffs - smudges of dirt here and there. "You know I haven't used that rifle since 1945," He remarked, glancing over his shoulder, his fingers making deft work of the buttons to his top. Standing to search the drawers and exchange it for another. "Lucky the damn thing didn't blow up in my face. I used to be a big rifle fan, but nowadays, guns are - how do I put it? Lacking grace. There's something elegant about rifles. I mean proper rifles, not those assault things." Mort filled in the silence with his gentle ramblings. Caught on a subject and off he went with words.
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[Charcoal_Lilly50]

Before Rosaria could speak, her lips were covered by his. Smiling a bit against it she kissed him back. When he pulled away and looked into her eyes seemed to be the only opportunity she had to speak. "Do not forget Mortimer that I am a product of sin. And the demon part of me will forever been known as such, even if I do not act in those manners. We all sin, that is a fact that all beings live with. But just because you're a sinner should not permanently define you when you have other amazing qualities that you do not always notice. There will never be a man far better than you in my eyes."

When he went on to speak of his rifle, the elf laid in silence for a moment. Then slowly, and rather painfully, she sat up in the bed. Small grunts could be heard as maneuvered herself so that she was sitting up right on the edge of the bed. However when he mentioned how long it been since he had last shot it, and how he felt lucky it didn't blowup, Rosaria felt rather guilty. "I'm sorry," she uttered quietly as she stared down at her legs. The tips of her fingers resting against the bandage that wrapped around her head that kept the blood from dripping down her face. "Had it not been for my foolishness you would've had to fire your gun with such a high risk. Nor would you have gotten blood on yourself." Standing up on the floor a small wave of pain shot through the halfling, causing her to lean up against the wall. The medicine and the resting had helped, but she was still recovering after letting her other half take control.
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[The Fabulous Emerald]

The woman tilted her head a bit out of confusion. Not quite understanding what was so exciting about bringing up that she was actually a dragon. Slowly, Crystal examined her wings as they flapped to keep her from touching the ground. And her horns. Blunt white objects that could pierce a mortal easily with enough force. Turning her gaze back onto Yitah, the dragon brought her feet back to the ground. Now she had to look up at the serpent again.

Though if she had to guess one thing that was exciting about herself would have to be her breed. Unlike most dragons that breathed, Crystal's heritage was the polar opposite. Able to survive the coldest temperatures and freeze anything with their breath or touch. It was pretty cool.

However, when Yitah mentioned not running into trouble it reminded the beast in human skin of something. Digging through her pocket she pulled out a folded piece of paper. Opening it up it revealed a purple plant that appeared other worldly. "Dragon's bane," she mumbled, handing the picture to the snake, "It will.... kill me...." Looking up with her lethargic gaze, the blue purple eyes seemed to twinkle a bit. As if there was a bit of fear. "Don't burn...... Warn me..... I will freeze it...."
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Yitah's amazement and enjoyment seemed to fade from his face as Crystal gave him the paper, instead being replaced by solemnity and almost shame. As if he was reminded of a bad memory or something. "Don't worry, I know what dragonbane is. I believe you can destroy it with toxins or acid, also - it's what I used to do, after all. I'm ashamed to say you aren't the first dragon I've met." Yitah almost hung his head as he looks off into the distance.

Yitah didn't like to be reminded of his past - especially, his really early past. Three centuries past. Yitah grew silent for a while, as he shakes his head trying to get the thoughts out of his head, as if he was an old veteran suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. After a long time lost in his thoughts, he finally snaps out of his silence. Although he now is smiling like what he usually does, it seems a bit fake and...forced, in a way. Not just for his appearance to Crystal, but forcing a smile for himself.

"Are we near yet? I...er...I have a thirst for adventure!" In truth, he was just wanting to get it over with. He still knew that he would enjoy it, of course, but he still wanted to get it done as soon as possible, so that he may go home and relax for awhile. It was the best way to deal with bad memories, he found.

 

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Mortimer Voltaire
"We should celebrate our sins then." He remarked jovially. "Never been a fan of heavenly expectations. If there is a God, well, I'd rather be sent to hell anyway." Mortimer watched her a moment longer. Till closing his eyes to smile and continue shedding his clothing. However, they shot open the moment she began to apologise and stand. "No, no - my dear it's not you I criticise. It's myself. I should take better care of such relics from my past." Waving his palm he gave a low chuckle. "I've lost limbs before. But thankfully for both of us - I have a wizard friend to fish me out of such situations." Throwing the open, unbuttoned shirt over his shoulders, Voltaire turned on his heel with surprising speed.

"Half of this blood is mine, Rosa. Shirts can be replaced, you can't. I'd rather be lacking in my wardrobe rather than lacking in heart." Sweeping over toward her, the vampire gently began to coax her back to sit the halfling on the bed. "You don't have to do anything. I'll pull the car round and take you out there myself. I'm not letting you move an inch in the state that you are." He scolded. "We'll get you home, make you something to eat, perhaps get you in the bath and then bed. Good as new." Mortimer cupped the back of her head as he leant in for a kiss on the forehead. "Nothing more will hurt you. I swear."
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[Charcoal_Lilly50]

When she heard Mortimer mention having lost limbs the elf looked at him wide eyed. Though being told that he had a friend that helped him in situations like that she was a bit surprised. This wizard he knew must have powerful magic if they're able reattach the limbs of the undead. Glancing down to her feet Rosaria managed to take a step, but only a step. Hearing the man turn caused her to look over at him in time to see him turning on his heels and make his way towards her.

With his gentle coaxing the elf sat back down on the bed. His sweet words caused her to blush and feel a fuzziness inside her chest. While his scolding caused her to hold a chuckle, but she couldn't hold back the smile it brought on. It was these qualities that Rosaria had been talking about a moment ago. No matter how sadistic Mortimer could be, he was also a kind man who cared very much for those he loved. Feeling his lips on her forehead made her close her eyes in content. Hearing the man swear to her that nothing else will hurt her caused her to give a small, happy sigh. "I love you, Mortimer."
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[Charcoal_Lilly50]

Yitah's amazement and enjoyment seemed to fade from his face as Crystal gave him the paper, instead being replaced by solemnity and almost shame. As if he was reminded of a bad memory or something. "Don't worry, I know what dragonbane is. I believe you can destroy it with toxins or acid, also - it's what I used to do, after all. I'm ashamed to say you aren't the first dragon I've met." Yitah almost hung his head as he looks off into the distance.

Yitah didn't like to be reminded of his past - especially, his really early past. Three centuries past. Yitah grew silent for a while, as he shakes his head trying to get the thoughts out of his head, as if he was an old veteran suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. After a long time lost in his thoughts, he finally snaps out of his silence. Although he now is smiling like what he usually does, it seems a bit fake and...forced, in a way. Not just for his appearance to Crystal, but forcing a smile for himself.

"Are we near yet? I...er...I have a thirst for adventure!" In truth, he was just wanting to get it over with. He still knew that he would enjoy it, of course, but he still wanted to get it done as soon as possible, so that he may go home and relax for awhile. It was the best way to deal with bad memories, he found.

"Yitah....." Crystal seemed almost sad as she watched Yitah's expression change completely after having brought out that picture of the deadly plant. Well, deadly to her. But she was a bit surprised to hear that she wasn't the first dragon that the serpent had met. But he seemed sad to bring that up after having just mentioned the bane. Couldn't it be that the dragon Yitah met had run into this plant and-? Now she was feeling guilty. Though her face wouldn't let it show a whole lot, hardly at all.

Looking up at him she slowly raised her hand up to try and touch his scaly face. However, she froze midway. Remembering how her skin was constantly cold like the arctic land she grew up on. So she pulled her hand back, and held in against her chest. Glancing away as she let her hands fall to her sides.

When he spoke she looked up from the ground at him. Taken aback by the smile he now dawned which Crystal could tell was forced. Even though she isn't very good at giving facial expressions either. "Yitah......" Her horns and wings slowly vanished as she looked up at him with that expressionless face of hers. She felt bad on the inside, but her body refused to let it physically show. "Don't force it........ It's ok... to be sad.... I'm sorry...." Turning around, Crystal started back the trek up the mountain.

 

[idalie]

Mortimer Voltaire
"I love you too." He murmured, lips against her head till pulling away after what seemed like a good five minutes relishing the momentary silence. When Mortimer did release her, he finished slipping into a fresh set of clothes. Arranging his hair somewhat good enough - considering he lacked a reflection. Which was laughable to see a walking suit everytime he passed a mirror. Donning his scarf, Mortimer again kissed Rosa - this time as a momentary farewell. "I'll be back in a seond and nothing more." He smiled.

Vanishing down the staircase he sat his hat upon his head and swathed himself in the usual trenchcoat, traversing the street he slipped keys from his pocket and unlocked the vehicle. Sleek and black with heavily tinted windows. Bringing it to the front as promised, he ducked back in and climbed his way back up to the bedroom. Lifting Rosaria into his arms with grace and gentility; clasping her tight to his chest. Then, out to the car he balanced her - opening the door to place the elf in the passenger seat till getting in at the wheel beside her. "There we are." Huffing outwards in relaxation, he turned toward her. "Feeling alright still?"
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[The Fabulous Emerald]

Yitah looked at Crystal as she raised her hand with a slight bit of confusion, not really certain what she was trying to do. Was she curious about his scales - it wouldn't be the first time, and
a surprising amount of humans always thought that his scales were slimy - or perhaps she saw something on his face. His eyes widening at the thought of some stray pieces of food dangling from a scale, making him look the fool, he quickly swipes at his snout a few times with his gloved hand, just to be on the safe side.

However, as Crystal transformed back to a regular human as she speaks gently to him, Yitah felt a little bad. He didn't want Crystal to think he was trying to earn sympathy points for some unknown reason, after all. "Oh, no, I force a smile sometimes on purpose. Whenever I am sad, or reminded of my...unfortunate younger years, I force myself to smile. I do not know why, but doing it reminds me of all the good things in my life - all the good deeds I have done, all the good deeds done to me. It warms me up inside, even in this chilly wind." Still, even as he spoke, there was one thing still biting at his conscience - something he had to get off his chest less for Crystal's sake and more for his own.

Before he spoke once more, his face dropped into sadness again. "Listen, there is something I must tell you. The dragon I encountered before, the one I was telling you about? I..." After a long, deep sigh followed by a moment or two of silence he finally continues with his sentence. "Look, you seem to be a sharp girl - I'm sure you have worked it out already. Back when I was still little more than a mindless soldier in an endless army, barely a face in the crowd, I was known in the common tongue as 'Dragonslayer'. I'm sure you can understand why. I'm sure you can now understand why I know about dragonsbane, too - I am not ...proud of my actions, but I assure you I pose no threat to you, Crystal - not anymore." As Yitah finished stammering out the details of his troubles, he felt somewhat relieved. No matter how Crystal reacted to his tale, deep down he had said what he believed what needed to be said - for himself, as well as for Crystal. Even though most beings would brag about slaying a dragon, and laugh about it over a pint down in the tavern, Yitah almost always felt bad about it.

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Watching him go made the young woman's heart flutter. Though her thoughts were soon interrupted by a hoot. The barn owl was still in the room, Rosaria blushed with embarrassment. She has forgotten about the bird of prey having been inside the house. Clearing her throat the halfling looked at her feathered companion in the eye. "Please take my sword with you Hoot. I know it's a difficult thing to ask, but I would much appreciate it." With a coo the owl snagged the weapon in its talons and started to fly out of the room to make it outside.

When Mortimer came back and gently whisked her off the bed she blushed. The tight hold he had of her against his chest was rather nice. Rosaria felt as if she were a broken doll that was being protected from further harm. Once inside the vehicle the elf secured herself in the seat with the seat belt. Hearing the man clad in protective garments ask if she was feeling alright, she gave a small nod and chuckled. "Yes I'm alright. I'm just still recovering from having turned demonic is all." Rather embarrassed by that and ashamed as well.
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[idalie]

Mortimer Voltaire
"Turning demonic was hot. Literally." The bad joke was cringeworthy, but he glanced over toward her with a smile that knew his humour was the same, embarrassing level as a dad. Clearing his throat he returned his attention to the road and turned the key in the ignition - bringing the vehicle to life with a low rumble. "You shouldn't be ashamed. Perfectly natural response. I would've done something rather like it if I saw you in trouble. Mind, there'd be less flames." Voltaire chuckled. "Mm. Sometimes situations call for a little less control, although the coven is familiar with the fight of Christendom against the dark. And they use it to advantage. Unlike many believe, we don't smoulder walking into churches. We call it a loophole. You know, some of the most devout followers of God I've met are vampires? Crazy world."

Turning the wheel, his feet gently working the clutch and accelerator, he smoothly pulled out he parking space and began down the road, adhering to the speed limit for fear of damaging the woman beside him with jolts and sharp corners. "Now, what I do suggest is wild garlic flowers. My God, I can recount the times I've accidentally wandered into a patch and found tears streaming down my face. I spent days recovering from that. Never did like Italian."

Pulling around it was only a short five minute trip to Rosaria's. Normally what would be a ten or fifteen walk. Up against the curb of the neighbourhood outside the halflings house, he leant over. "Look, we made it. No casualties." Mortimer remarked with a slight grin. Getting out in that repetitive manner, one hand on the roof whilst he slammed the door, pulling open hers when he'd walked around about it. "M'lady-" With a cheeky-eyed bow, he held out his hands. "Think you can make it to the front door? We'll lie you down on the sofa. Dinners on me." ​

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Isabelle

She just open her eyes as she yawned looking around she was extremely bored' is Rosaria done with work' she thought as she sighed watching the tv as she just wanted to play or do something she just went to the kitchen as she was very hungry she wanted to eat the cookies she didn't eat all day long she was too scared to eat she just held her head' go away go away' she thought crying thinking of her parents " no no" she says shaking drinking some tea to calm her nerves Anyone​

 

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Yitah looked at Crystal as she raised her hand with a slight bit of confusion, not really certain what she was trying to do. Was she curious about his scales - it wouldn't be the first time, and
a surprising amount of humans always thought that his scales were slimy - or perhaps she saw something on his face. His eyes widening at the thought of some stray pieces of food dangling from a scale, making him look the fool, he quickly swipes at his snout a few times with his gloved hand, just to be on the safe side.

However, as Crystal transformed back to a regular human as she speaks gently to him, Yitah felt a little bad. He didn't want Crystal to think he was trying to earn sympathy points for some unknown reason, after all. "Oh, no, I force a smile sometimes on purpose. Whenever I am sad, or reminded of my...unfortunate younger years, I force myself to smile. I do not know why, but doing it reminds me of all the good things in my life - all the good deeds I have done, all the good deeds done to me. It warms me up inside, even in this chilly wind." Still, even as he spoke, there was one thing still biting at his conscience - something he had to get off his chest less for Crystal's sake and more for his own.

Before he spoke once more, his face dropped into sadness again. "Listen, there is something I must tell you. The dragon I encountered before, the one I was telling you about? I..." After a long, deep sigh followed by a moment or two of silence he finally continues with his sentence. "Look, you seem to be a sharp girl - I'm sure you have worked it out already. Back when I was still little more than a mindless soldier in an endless army, barely a face in the crowd, I was known in the common tongue as 'Dragonslayer'. I'm sure you can understand why. I'm sure you can now understand why I know about dragonsbane, too - I am not ...proud of my actions, but I assure you I pose no threat to you, Crystal - not anymore." As Yitah finished stammering out the details of his troubles, he felt somewhat relieved. No matter how Crystal reacted to his tale, deep down he had said what he believed what needed to be said - for himself, as well as for Crystal. Even though most beings would brag about slaying a dragon, and laugh about it over a pint down in the tavern, Yitah almost always felt bad about it.

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In her mundane silence Crystal stood, and she listened. At the end of his tail though, her eyes widened. Much as a doe's would when she gets caught in the lights of a car at night. It was the first expression her face ever allowed in the many years she's been alive. And she's been alive for a really long time. "Sl-slayer...." The word seemed to linger in the air when she said it. Her blue purple orbs seemed to shrink.

She stood there in shock for maybe 5 minutes before snapping back into reality by hitting her cheeks with her hands. Though she made them icier than normal to make them feel harder. Pale skin now pink as she looked up at Yitah. Crystal's eyes had narrowed as well. She appeared, serious.

With swift movement the young woman raised her up towards the serpent's face. Almost as if she were going to slap him. However, that wasn't the case. Instead her hand closed so that only her pinky was extended. "Promise!" Voice still it's normal slow, soft tone. But you could sense that the dragon was serious. Crystal wanted the scaly creature to pinky promise that he wouldn't hurt her. Childish, yes. Though to this dragon it was a serious deal.

 

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Mortimer Voltaire
"Turning demonic was hot. Literally." The bad joke was cringeworthy, but he glanced over toward her with a smile that knew his humour was the same, embarrassing level as a dad. Clearing his throat he returned his attention to the road and turned the key in the ignition - bringing the vehicle to life with a low rumble. "You shouldn't be ashamed. Perfectly natural response. I would've done something rather like it if I saw you in trouble. Mind, there'd be less flames." Voltaire chuckled. "Mm. Sometimes situations call for a little less control, although the coven is familiar with the fight of Christendom against the dark. And they use it to advantage. Unlike many believe, we don't smoulder walking into churches. We call it a loophole. You know, some of the most devout followers of God I've met are vampires? Crazy world."

Turning the wheel, his feet gently working the clutch and accelerator, he smoothly pulled out he parking space and began down the road, adhering to the speed limit for fear of damaging the woman beside him with jolts and sharp corners. "Now, what I do suggest is wild garlic flowers. My God, I can recount the times I've accidentally wandered into a patch and found tears streaming down my face. I spent days recovering from that. Never did like Italian."

Pulling around it was only a short five minute trip to Rosaria's. Normally what would be a ten or fifteen walk. Up against the curb of the neighbourhood outside the halflings house, he leant over. "Look, we made it. No casualties." Mortimer remarked with a slight grin. Getting out in that repetitive manner, one hand on the roof whilst he slammed the door, pulling open hers when he'd walked around about it. "M'lady-" With a cheeky-eyed bow, he held out his hands. "Think you can make it to the front door? We'll lie you down on the sofa. Dinners on me." ​

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Snickering turned to laughter over the terrible joke. Given how bad it was is what actually made it funny, Mortimer never seemed to lose his sense of humor. Though her bubbliness quickly faded at the mention of church. Rosaria shivered where she sat, as if a cold oil slick fish had been dropped into her shirt. "If I were to enter a church or be in an uncomfortably close proximity of one my energy will drain from my body at a rapid pace. Thankfully for being half elf I won't shrivel up and turn to ashes. But I wouldn't really be able to walk or fight for myself. They are of no sanctuary for me, though a satanic church is actually rather helpful for me. But there really aren't many of those in the world since they are frowned upon."

When the vampire mentioned the garlic flowers she made a mental note of that. Perhaps she could whip up a potion of some sort to combat against Kingsley and any other unruly coven members that she might come across. Maybe some silver.... but Rosaria was soon pulled from her thoughts when she heard the slam of Mortimer's car door closing. Causing her to flinch a bit. Though when her door open and she watched him bow she couldn't help but to smile. Undoing her seat belt she glanced down at his hands, and placed her own in them. "You truly are the kindest man I've ever met. But yes, I do believe I can make it to the front door.

Slowly, she pulled herself out of the vehicle. Shutting the door behind her before attempting to make her way to the front door. It took a bit, and a lot of effort, but she made it. Not feeling up for trying to dig her keys from her pocket, she decided to gingerly knock on the door. "Isabelle?" Rosaria called, hoping the girl was inside, "It's me. Could you please open the door?" The halfling could only imagine how the younger girl was going to react to how the red head appeared. With the bandage wrap around her head and a few bandages on her arms and shoulders.
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[Texangamer]

Isabelle

She just looked up as she heard her name outside as she looked outside as she smiled she saw Rosaria as she smiled as she open the door as she saw Rosaria her guardian' Welcome back Miss Rosaria and Mr Vampire guy' she wrote on her notebook trying not to show she was crying her face was a bit wet" Raza raza" she says trying to say her name so she could learn how to speak to make a conversation withought her notebook she just sighed' i made cookies if you want some what happened to you will you be ok' she wrote as she smiled as she just went to the kitchen as she put the cookies on the table as she sat on the floor in front of the tv as she was watching tv she wanted Rosaria to feel better she didn't want to tell her about her being her big sister since she was scared to tell her Charcoal_Lilly50 idalie​

 

[Donatello]

reina hold a file on her hands and walk over the office "were is he" she thought and taking a deep breath as she place the paper down. she take a seat and fix her hair. it has been another day to start a new mission. with her daughter in the other house sleeping. she always wonder if she if safe or not as well as she wouldn't forgive herself if something does happen to her. she look at the time and drank her coffee "hes late... i wonder why" she thought

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[The Fabulous Emerald]

Yitah's head fell into his palm as he frowns once again. Gently caressing his scaly brow as he shakes his head in dismay, the horrible feeling returned back to him. To him, guilt was the heaviest emotion and the most difficult to remove - not that Yitah would want to. Time and time again the people in the city prove that, despite his friendly nature and attempts at redemption, that he was born a monster - and, to Yitah, that he will die as one. He has helped towns and cities in the last few centuries, yes, but does that make up for decades of violence and war? Does charity and general assistance justify cold-blooded assassinations and merciless killing? Yitah certainly did not think so. That thought was amplified by Crystal's reaction to his story - she appeared to be almost...scared of him. A woman, or rather a dragon, who always appears so stone faced and unfeeling (although, Yitah could see through it all - he has lived long enough to recognise these sorts of things) now only shows what could be described as the face of the mouse that wandered into the snake's den. Yitah hated many things - the Yuan-Ti, cold, thieves and petty folk, but Crystal's reaction reminded him of the thing he despised the most - himself.

Again, the pair fell into complete silence. Silence so thick that a knife would struggle to cleave through it. Silence so thick that it almost seemed to absorb Yitah into it, consuming and choking him on it. Yitah deserved the cold shoulder, though. Crystal just found out that the grey-scaled man she had thrown her lot in with had made his fame with the Yuan-Ti by slaying one of her kind. Yitah could hardly blame her - most beings would do the same. The only real surprise is that Crystal hadn't left him yet, or perhaps tried to kill him. Regardless, Yitah knew deep down that only he could be blamed. If only he had said 'no' to the warchief, as he wished he did...if only he had instead warned the dragon, instead of poisoning the poor beast in its sleep like a coward...if only. If only. The two words that had plagued Yitah's mind for centuries.

After a couple of minutes, Yitah considered heading back. Heading back to the city, back to his house, and continue his day like nothing happened. Or, perhaps he should pack up and head back to the jungle he was raised in. Maybe over time the Yuan-Ti had forgotten about the pointless, endless wars they enjoyed so much. Maybe they won't remember that they exiled him. Maybe he could live in relative happiness with them.

Suddenly, however, Crystal hit herself. Hard, by the looks of the red mark on her cheek. As a confused look washed over Yitah's face, his brow furrowing somewhat and his eyes narrowing down onto Crystal, his serpentine eyes locked with Crystal's own eyes. Almost as suddenly as before, Crystal raised her hand again, but this time to not hit herself but...to hit him? Involuntarily, decades, even centuries, years of muscle memory kicked in as his body curves backwards whilst an arm go to block her jab. However, as Yitah prepares to react, her hand stops in front of him extending out her little finger. "A...promise?" A promise. Been a while since he had to do a promise so serious, so eventful, that he had felt the urge to make a promise his way. To humour Crystal, and to put her mind at ease for the moment, Yitah nodded as he wraps his own little finger around hers. It was cold to the touch, even through his gloved hand, but that wasn't important now. What was important was that Yitah made it perfectly clear that he had changed over the centuries. He wasn't the killer, the assassin, the general of an army that he was way back when.

As soon as he was finished making the pinky promise to Crystal, he instantly dropped to one knee. Placing one arm over his chest, clearly some sort of military salute, he uttered something in a fairly guttural language. A language that Yitah hasn't spoken in...well, centuries. Ever since he was exiled from the jungle, really. "Sia less usv sia fosssisev. My word, or my head." After speaking his peace, he stands up again, in full height, and looks Crystal directly in the eyes. "I promise to you, Crystal, that I will not harm you, or anyone good, again. Those days of my service to the Yuan-Ti army have long since past, and I do not wish to relive them." As he finished speaking, he felt odd. Happy, almost. Happy that even a dragon would trust an old dragonslayer enough for something like this to happen. He felt another feeling. He felt...nostalgia, in a sense. The last time he had made a promise like that was...well, Yitah did not wish to go down that lane of memory again, but it brought a smile to his face nonetheless.

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A tiny smile formed on her face when she felt Yitah's little finger wrap around her own. Sealing the promise. When their fingers slipped out of link, Crystal was surprised by what happened next. She watched as the Yuan-Ti dropped to one knee and begin to speak again. This time, hearing him vow to her that he would not bring any harm upon her. Or anyone else of a good nature that is. It comforted the dragon to hear such a thing spoken. Finally, her face and body relaxed. No longer tense. Instead she was back to her normal, expressionless self.

Moving closer she stood in front of the serpent and looked up at him. Sprouting her wings once more she flapped them until she was hovering at eye level with Yitah. Reaching her hand out the dragon placed it on his head. The scales on the creature's head felt different than her own. Yitah's were rather slick, smooth at the touch. While Crystal's were normal rough and dry, not to mention freezing cold.

After giving him a gentle pet and pat she pulled her hand back to her body. "We go...." Maneuvering herself, Crystal flew beside the snake man. Wings flapping to keep her in the air. With a small nudge she began to make her way through the forest part of the mountain. Soon her horns appeared again. It felt more comfortable to have them noticeable when she had her wings out. As they made their way up the mountain, Crystal's blue-purple gaze slowly swept across the area. Keeping her eyes out for anything shiny or valuable looking.
The Fabulous Emerald

 

[The Fabulous Emerald]

Once again, Crystal moved her hand towards Yitah's head but this time in a more calm, subtle manner. Feeling her cold touch on his scales he shivered slightly, his scales shaking somewhat, and a befuddled look crossed Yitah's face and a myriad of questions entered his mind, but he decided not to say anything and just follow her lead. Moving alongside her, he noticed she was searching the area, presumably for treasure if his knowledge of her was still holding up. He too started looking around, but seemed more focused on the climb.

As Yitah started walking towards the mountain, he soon realized that it was starting to get steeper. The pair were getting to the bottom of the mountain, by the looks of it, and as a result it was starting to become a thick forest. While most creatures would struggle in such a place, however, Yitah flourished. He seemed to have no issue climbing up the banks of the forest, and almost seemed to run up the sides of the vertical parts, using nothing but the odd branch or tree root as a foothold. Even when a branch snapped or a tree root sagged too much to stand on, Yitah appeared to almost see it coming as he quickly shifts to another suitable place to climb with. Even with his bulky, thick clothes he made it up the forest with little issue. He sometimes looked back at Crystal, often forgetting that she could fly, and sometimes instinctively letting down a hand to help her before pulling it back quickly - mainly in case she took it instead of flying. She had a cold touch, after all.

No, it wasn't the terrain or the climb itself that was the problem but the cold was. It was starting to get chilly as they climbed up the mountainside - not enough to be considered freezing, even for the cold-blooded snakeman, but it was clear he was starting to notice it. As the pair started to pass from the forested section of the mountain to the more rocky section, trees starting to get rarer and rarer and the lush, verdant ground was becoming replaced with stone and the more durable like heather, Yitah started to shiver as the cold winds passed through him. Still, he was smiling and seemed to enjoy the hike, and appeared to be tolerating the cold after a while. After pulling up the hood of his thick coat he looked to Crystal, and spoke again in his strange guttural way. "You know how before you stoked my head? May I ask why? I have no issue with it...it just seemed odd, is all."

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