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Post by beckii on Aug 4, 2011 14:32:08 GMT -6
So, her first transporting herself spell had been a success. Well, she had transported herself, but instead of going to the beach like she intended she ended up at the Gyspy Camp. Bon still counted it as a success though. She had been so happy with her success so she decided she should do it again. This time she was running late. She had gone to the market to go grocery shopping. She had ended up taking up too much time doing it that she noticed she was running late. She had just thirty minutes to get home, change, and prepare the church ready for her father's sermon. She didn't have enough time by any stretch of the imagination. So, Bon had gathered the ingrediants on the herb stall, bought them, and then made her way into a dark alley where no one could see her. She sat down cross legged, inhaled deeply, and then proceeded to prepare for the spell. She put the ingrediants in the bowl she had just bought - the bags slung over her shoulder - and mashed them up. She then put the mini vanilla scented candle in it, lit it, and then waited for the wax to drop onto the herb mash. Once that was done she began to chant.
She felt the energy of her witch side and the nature around her gather inside her body. It was like a ball of light that gathered size and intensity with every second that passed. When it filled her completely, the energy crackled and popped as it transformed her from one place to another. She had said in her chant to take her to her father's church. It would be the best place to end up. The energy then stopped altogether, leaving her feeling entirely normal. Exhaling a deep breath, Bon then opened her eyes to see she was not at her father's church. She had no idea where she was. She looked around noticing she was in a chapel of some sort. Standing up, her bags still slung over her shoulder, she shuffled over to the nearest window. What she saw made her blood run cold. Oh god! She had just transported herself into the home of the King. The one person and place she was told - and knew - never to go near. She was in so much trouble and that was if she managed to escape without anyone seeing her!
She ran a hand anxiously through her ebony curls as she began pacing up and down a portion of the chapel. One idea was to transport again but one, she had no idea where she would end up if she did ( it would be even worse if she ended up in another part of the castle especially if someone saw her ) and she didn't have any more ingrediants for the spell. She groaned, knowing the only way would have to be to sneak out the normal old fashioned way. Something she knew that had about five per cent chance of working out. That is unless there was some big event somewhere that the entire court was attending. Sighing deeply she looked back out each window, trying to find any exit she could use to escape that no one was near. Unfortunately there seemed to be a lot of people around. Biting her bottom lip she padded towards the only exit of the chapel. As soon as she reached the door though she heard footsteps. She froze in panic. When it sounded like the footsteps were heading her direction, Bon knew she had to hide and fast.
She had two options - hide benath the long table at the back of the chapel which had a floor length table cloth on it in human form or she could do it in wolf form so whoever that was entering would not be able to recognise her. She decided on the latter. She darted to the table and crawled underneath it, the table cloth shielding her from view. She then pulled off all her clothing, shoved it into her hemp bag, and then focused on changing forms. Within moments she was a jet black wolf with deep warm chocolate brown eyes that made you think they could look deep into your soul. She flicked her wolfy ears back, doing her best to keep her heartbeats normal as she listened to the person coming into the chapel. It wasn't long before her nose identified the person's scent. It made her blood run cold. The king! She was going to be in so much trouble if he caught her - let alone if he found out she was half witch. Yep, i'm so totally screwed. Perhaps if she behaved like a good little wolf and showered him in affection if he found her then she wouldn't get in trouble or hurt. It was worth a try.
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Vaan Niall
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Post by Vaan Niall on Aug 11, 2011 10:53:18 GMT -6
With his hands placed upon the large, oak doors, using all the force he could muster without breaking the wood the King pushed open the entrance to the royal chapel. It was the silent and was just was he was searching for. A sanctuary, where his mind would be able to seek out the peace it needed.
His dreams were plaguing him, affecting him during his waking hours, he could hardly work without the image of Jane entering his mind. Jane, his darling his former mistress and mother of his youngest son was haunting him, pleading with him to love another. What could a king such as he do? This was the very reason, he had entered this holy and sacred place.
Crossing the threshold, his human mind did not notice but the lycan within knew, knew someone else was here. His brother wolf growled vicious at the scent of an unknown figure lurking within the shadows. Closing the doors behind him, finally he could think without the fear of gossip soon following in his wake, clinging to his coat tails like an over friendly, clingy whore who wanted more than he would ever offer her.
This was a place to mull over what that dream had tried to tell him, it was time to move on, to truly love again. However before Vaan could even beginning to debate with himself, his human side had finally caught up with his brother wolf. The lack of sleep had started to slow his senses down. The scent of another, another lycan and a female alerted to the fact that he was not alone in this more often than not empty place. His private chapel had been entered by another and not by a member of his pack or family at that.
This stranger was hiding from him, what were they planning? Vaan could not help but wander. He knew he had enemies but were they really going to step up and try something in his home? "I will say this only once, come out now and nothing will happen to you" He commanded, the voice of a strong and confident leader was shining through and his mask slipped back on, chasing away what had been there moments before.
Vaan could not risk looking haggard, tired and altogether vulnerable in a moment like this. He had to the King, his court knew him to be. The strong and unmovable lycan warrior who took no prisoners.
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Post by beckii on Aug 11, 2011 16:17:52 GMT -6
Right then Bon knew she was in a lot of trouble. From her wolf senses the King almost felt weary when he first came in. Her fur bristled on end as her wolf - and Bon herself - noticed the King's wolf had learned of their intrusion. Bon knew males could be very territorial - even without lycan blood. She really did not fancy seeing what would happen to her at the mercy of a lycan male. Then again, she did briefly wonder what it would feel like to be in a pack. Hell, she wondered what it would feel like to have a male lycan's attention. She often saw mated couples around, especially in the church, and on occassion she felt jealously towards them. Sometimes she did wonder if her father ever thought about arranging a marriage for her. He was after all a Reverend, and supposed to be the perfect man of god, with a wholesome family. They would expect nothing less from the Reverend's daughter - unfortunately Bon felt sometimes. She was never really noticed by either sex however. She just went on with her life pretty much without a care in the world, and she liked it, but she was still a woman. A red blooded woman that was at least a hundred years old, with a passionate heart. It was pretty much a shock she hadn't resorted to being a slut like most female lycans there were around here.
Upon hearing the King speak, Bon knew he had also finally realised he was not alone. She knew it was best to come out and stay in wolf form. She did not want to be recognised, although because of her pure heart she did feel this desire to comfort the King. He seemed to have some troubles, but of course being in wolf form it would be hard to comfort anyone. At least the thought was there however. Swallowing deeply, Bon raised up into a standing position before walking out from underneath the table. She wisely kept her bag beneath the table just incase the King wanted to speak with her before she was allowed to leave. She flicked her ears back as she looked up at the King, not showing hostility, but making it clear she was wary. Of course there was recognition in her deep warm brown soulfilled eyes so the King would know she knew who he was. She made sure to stand to her full height since she wasn't the type to cower, but she of course kept her head at an appropriate level so she could see him but it wouldn't look like she was challenging him.
She really did hope she didn't get punished, or found out as half witch. Bon briefly tilted her head and wondered if perhaps anyone in the castle would know what happened to her mother. Had they found out her mother was a witch, kidnapped her, tortured her, and killed her? Did they know her mother had actually had a daughter? She really did wish she knew what had happened to her mother. She missed her so much. She whimpered a little, deciding that a noise of submission could help her case. She knew she was probably not as old or experienced in fighting as the King so she would not win in any fight. Besides, he had all his family and guard. Even if by some miracle she would be able to defeat the King - which she knew she couldn't - she would not be able to get through his family and the guard. Bon knew her own limits. She had an intelligent mind in her head despite the fact she often got lost in her own daydreams.
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Vaan Niall
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Post by Vaan Niall on Aug 12, 2011 12:58:31 GMT -6
Vaan was still a man at the end of the day, the scent of any female riled up his brother wolf. However this one was not Dawn, the only she-wolf to have such a profound effect on each aspect of his day to day life.
This situation had to be dealt with now before it got more hostile. He would be treading on egg shells with this stranger, he had no Intel on this individual. All Vaan knew was this was a she-wolf that resided upon this island he called home for the past two and half centuries.
The centuries had hardened this former blacksmith, turning him into something stronger and wiser than he had ever been before. Vaan Niall had never been soft but still he had a heart underneath his steel skin, hardened from experience, from heart break and betrayal in the worst ways.
Patiently he waited, leaning against the stained pine pew beside him. Instead of a woman emerging from the shadows, it was a wolf instead. She had chosen to her wolf form to face him, this would be both interested and difficult to approach. Any discussion would likely be one sided until she shifted back. His frustrated gaze locked with hers, trying to read the emotion behind those brown eyes. The Alpha in Vaan was thankful that she was submitting to his authority and position.
A challenge would make this more difficult than it needed to be.
Her scent was definitely the most unique he had come across, it was both earthy and something else, something he could not put his finger upon but in this moment it did not matter. All that mattered was discovering the reasons behind her presence in his private chapel. "Now this is going to difficult in your present form, please shift back" His voice remained constant, never wavering for a second. He was a seasoned public speaker and knew how to control his voice when it was needed.
Vaan was not going to get anymore pleasant, if he had to ask again it would be a command as King, not a simple request like this time.
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Post by beckii on Aug 12, 2011 16:27:42 GMT -6
Zia tilted her head as the King spoke. She didn't like what he said. If she turned human, he would be able to identify her and things would probably get ugly. If she stayed wolf he would probbaly get angry and things would get ugly. Either way she was in trouble and she didn't like it. Damn it! Why didn't I bring enough ingrediants to do the transporting spell again! She thought in annoyance. Sometimes she really did hate hindsight. She stared at the King for a while. She really did not know what to do. Perhaps if she was human, she could just say she was the Reverand's daughter and had come to the chapel to get tips on how to renovate her father's church on his request? That could get her out of trouble a little. She just had to figure out how she could have gotten into the chapel without magic. Now that would be the difficult part. Exhaling in resignation she gave a single nod before padding to go under the table. She got a very bad feeling she was going to regret this. Hell, she regretted it already. Next time she was going to make sure she was very precise in the location she wanted to go to.
Once the table cloth had fallen back to its original place behind her, Bon began changing back to her human form. Once human she gathered her clothing up and put them on, taking as long as possible without getting the King even more annoyed. She tried hard to figure out how she could have gotten into the Chapel without being seen. She was definately screwed. Sighing deeply she grabbed her bag, making sure the drawstring was drawn tight so nothing could be seen inside it, before slinging it over her shoulder. She then crawled out from underneath the table before standing up. She tucked a few strands of smoky chocolate hair as she lifted her gaze up to look the King in the eye. Perhaps she would actually get lucky and he would just let her go without anything bad happening. She knew it was unlikely, but she was used to daydreaming so it didn't worry her. She ruffled her hair a little as she waited for whatever the King wanted to say. Making sure she of course focused. it would be the worst time to actually daydream whilst in the King's company.
The female wolf in her was definately perked up at the fact there was a male wolf with her. Its primal instincts made the wolf want to prove itself for such a powerful alpha male. Fortunately, her wolf was not in charge of Bon. She knew well enough through gossip the King was taken, and even if he wasn't she was half witch. She doubted any male would linger if or when they heard about that. It was probably one of the main reasons Bon had never actually made a point or move onto finding a mate or even flirt with a male. She always felt deep down even if she did let herself like someone that it would never last due to what she was so she had convinced herself she would probably never have a mate. Her wolf of course hated this, and every time a suitable powerful male was around her wolf wanted to break free. Bon never let it. Hence why she was in wolf form so often out in nature - it appeased her wolf enough for it to not get too aggressive about the no male or mate thing.
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Vaan Niall
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Post by Vaan Niall on Aug 19, 2011 10:54:22 GMT -6
Never before had Vaan before faced with a situation like this, never before had someone entered the private chapel of the royals before without the expressed permission of his sons or daughter in-laws. This was meant to be their sanctuary, a place to seek solace and silence when court life brought them down.
He patiently waited, tapping his italian loafers against the marble floor. Vaan normally was not this patient, he was on his best behavior in this most holy of places. His gaze followed the timid wolf disappear back under the table, the cloth hiding her from view giving her some privacy as she returned to her human form. This was a painful progress to go through, bones cracked, muscles moved and stretched. It made him flinch, just thinking about the change he rarely went through these days, there was just no need.
Magic, the very faint scent of magic hung in the air. It must have been just fading away when he entered the room but a lycan's highly sensitive nose could still smell what other's could not, magic just so happened to one of this things. It clung to the room, refusing to completely vanish. Vaan was not happy with this new development, a witch had violated his sanctuary but he would not jump to conclusions just yet. This intruder was a lycan not a witch, there was no physical proof that this young she-wolf had anything to do with the magic.
Oh how wrong he was.
Vaan's thoughts were shot the moment Zia reappeared. How young she looked but very pretty in his opinion. From her long chocolate locks which perfectly framed her sweet, child like face down to her deep innocent eyes. Dawn would kill him if she ever discovered he was having such thoughts.
"I have only one question for you" He started, sighing for a moment "How did you get passed my guards?" He asked curious at the possibility that this slip of a girl had gotten past his most seasoned of guards, whose senses were trained to notice anyone who past them. His brother wolf perked awake, wondering the same thing. However the human side of their mind had failed to notice what was clearly staring them in the face.
This girl was a hybrid, magic was swirling around her shining so brightly. This child was had a magic, shining like the moon in the clearest of nights. For now the wolf would remain silent, somethings were better kept secret for Vaan was known for his hatred of those with magic rushing through their veins like wild-fire. Soon Dawn would begin to question his whereabouts and come look for him. Having another being, with a heart just as guarded as his own in the chapel would not be a good idea. The King needed to sort this matter out on his own and soon. His mate to be was not a very patient person.
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Post by beckii on Aug 19, 2011 16:24:30 GMT -6
Bon was so used to her own scent that she often forgot that her magic was entwined with her natural scent. She often smelt of magic, nature, and cinnamon - her natural scent. The magic of course was quite strong since she was half witch. Fortunately with being a born lycan it managed to hide the scent of magic she had. Of course it hid the magic scent better if she hadn't just used any magic. She knew all this but in this moment of time she had completely spaced. She was far more focus on not getting in trouble with the King. Even if he didn't realise she was a witch, then she still had the problem of 'breaking and entering'. This incident probably should have put her off doing a transportation spell for life but funnily enough it wasn't. She couldn't wait to do it again - she just knew to try and not direct herself to anywhere that could make her end up at the King's home. The castle. The palace. Bon inwardly chuckled at that. She did wonder briefly what it was like to be a princess, especially the lycan princess, but knew she would never find out. Well, unless there was a single prince laying around. Still, it was every girl's desire to want to be a princess, and despite being over a century old Bon still had the exact same desire.
On the outside Bon appeared calm and composed. On the inside she was freaking out over the King's question. How could she have gotten past the guards? She hadn't even thought of that. When she told lies she was good at it - it was thinking up the lies especially on the spot that was a challenge to put it nicely. She knew she didn't have long to respond, so she went with the first lie that popped into her butterfly type head;
"I couldn't see any guards there. They must have been changing posts or something. I normally would have been a good girl and waited, but I was just so excited to see this place. Its so beautiful... There was always rumours of its beauty, but I see none of those rumours could ever compare to seeing it in person. I do humbly apologise your majesty if I am intruding on a personal space."
Not the best excuse, but she knew flattery and of course innocence with apologies usually worked on getting out of trouble - especially with males. They had such huge egos. You just had to stroke them and usually they were putty in your hands. Bon of course proceeded to curtsy for the King, gazing at the floor as she did so in a display of respect. Whether she did truly respect him or even feel anything positive towards the King would be something only Bon knew.
The wolf in her had her hackles up, prepared to fight at a second's notice. Bon didn't want to fight or even have to resort to using her magic infront of the King but being a lycan she knew this life was about survival of the fittest. She may not be the oldest lycan in the world - well anywhere on the island actually - but with being half witch as well she did have an advantage no one else had. Plus with being the Reverend's daughter she always maintained the image of innocence and ettiquette which made it hard to pin any kind of negative behaviour on her. It was easy for her to get away with things. Of course Bon wasn't the criminal type, but she was always cautious when it came to her magic and of course not bringing any attention to herself. Such as instinct told her not to go to the Masquerade party that was going on soon but her heart longed to go. The girl in her - the same part who wanted to be a princess - also wanted to go to a beautiful masquerade and hopefully have a romantic night where she met the prince of her dreams. Another part, the slightly maturer part of her also wanted to go but only to stirr up some mischief. Both parts seemed to be overpowering instinct for now.
"With your permission your grace, I'll take my leave."
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Vaan Niall
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Post by Vaan Niall on Sept 2, 2011 11:16:54 GMT -6
Vaan waited, his brother wolf paced within his mind uncertain about the young woman before them. This was not the best way to meet another lycan but it had happened. Still he could not help but wonder how she had managed to find her way into his normally locked and heavily protected chapel. Magic lingered in the air, swirling around like it had a life of it’s own, dancing in the air even though there was no music playing.
Witches, Vaan had always had trouble with witches. There had been a time when a witch held a position in the court of old, by the king’s side servicing as one of his advisers but no more. One day had changed his entire view on their kind. Never again would he trust a witch, they were beings who could manipulate and change everything in a blink of an eye. The moment he had become king, he had exiled the witches from his court, thrown them to the lions. Some had tried to reason with him but he would not listen to their lies.
One woman in particular stood out but she had been dealt with, once her true heritage had been discovered. She had tricked and bewitched him for her own political gain, she cries had fallen on deaf ears, he would not listen as she was dragged away to a fate unknown to him, well he was not going to admit that he knew would had happened to her, she just a witch.
It was strange to see anyone this calm, most would tremble at his feet begging for forgiveness or they lower their gaze to the ground in embarrassment. Twas the way in his court but this she-wolf was not of his court, this was the first time he had seen her. Only commoners would be this brave before the King, well some commoners, the ones with a backbone much like this beloved Dawn. Oh how he loved her.
Intriguing, he listened to her words which caused one of his eyebrows to raise in curiosity. Was it possible that his guards were slacking? Yes it was likely but he knew that they had the fear of god placed in them by Angel and Dawn. Yes this young woman was small and likely to slip past one or two but not ten that were placed in the surrounding area of the chapel but this was likely her first visit to the palace.
“Apology accepted but next time, be careful you might not bump into me” He warned her, knowing that if she ended up in the presence of any other member of his court, the outcome might have more severe and completely unpleasant. Many would have likely, beaten the girl or possible something worse that would change her life forever. However had some morals at the end of the day.
“Of course but first what is your name” He was too curious, as a curious as cat as he asked the young woman before him, her name. He had to know the identity of this swift she-wolf who had by-passed many of his guard.
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Post by beckii on Sept 3, 2011 11:29:46 GMT -6
Bon could feel her wolf inside her mind. The pair of them felt antsy. As much as she wanted to get away with everything she knew it shouldn't be easy. He was the King after all. She should be being punished. He should be calling the guards. He should be growling and threatening her to get to the bottom of things. He should not be so calm right now. He had to suspect something. She may be used to smelling the magic around her when she used it, and be used to it, but this time she knew there was more of the scent then usual. She supposed she had done a pretty powerful spell and used it to travel a very huge distance, so it would require more magic. Could he smell it? This wasn't good. She wasn't sure what she could do in this situation. She could use magic and transport herself away, but he knew what she looked like so he could easily come after her. If he already knew what she was then there was the likelihood he would not let her leave. She could try to fight her way out, but again he knew what she looked like. She supposed all she could do was deny, deny, deny. Maybe she'd get lucky and he'd let her go. Maybe.
There was also the chance he bought her lies. If this was so she knew it was best to keep her distance from him. Even if he could smell the magic in the air, unless he got close to her there was no firm proof it was coming from her. She just hoped he would move away from the doorway so she could leave without being too close to him. To her relief the King gave her permission to leave. Unfortunately he also asked for her name - not good. Now she had to decide whether to lie or tell the truth. Her mother was a witch but she did have her father's last name. However, it could be in the records her mother had been married to her father, and so it could be figured out she was infact half witch because of that. Although, if that was the case why had no one come for her before? Perhaps they assumed she hadn't inherited the witch gene from her mother... Confused, Bon realised she had just thought in circles. Going against her better judgement, she spoke the truth...
"Zia. Zia Bonnie Ryves. My father calls me Bon."
She spoke softly, watching the King for his reaction cautiously. She supposed since she did say she was here for her father, and he was a reverend, anyone could find out with a bit of detective work what her name was since her father appeared to be one of the only reverends on the island. She glanced from the King to the doorway subtly. Deciding she should risk it, she quietly grabbed her bag and headed towards the door. She knew getting out of the chapel would be one obstacle. Getting out of the castle walls would be another. She knew as soon as she could find a hiding spot she'd go there and see if she could think of any spells that could help her. Maybe she could make herself invisable. Making a spell up on the spot couldn't be that hard. She felt the wolf inside her flatten her ears back and growl as Bon tentatively strode past the King.
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Captain Dawn Roseburn
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Post by Captain Dawn Roseburn on Sept 4, 2011 14:30:25 GMT -6
Laughter. Yes, that’s what Dawn needed right then and in fact tears were streaking from her eyes while listening to the stories her mother was telling Angel while at dinner with them. The restaurant they were in was very formal and it was highly entertaining to watch her brother in law fidget in his chair since he was forced to wear a shirt and tie by order of Summer. Smiling, she wiped at her eyes to prevent her eyeliner from running down her cheeks. It had been so long since they had all sat down for a meal and in the back of her mind; she knew the reason was mostly because of her working constantly. What was the occasion for the Captain of the Guard and her lieutenant for being away from the palace for the night? Her parent’s mating anniversary. Over three hundred years of being with their mate…it was a very moving occasion that had her mother tearing up a few times or her father smiling stupidly at his mate next to him at the table. Dawn envied what they had. A sharp ringing broke the conversation forcing the normally cold Captain to blush recognizing the tone as her phone. “Sorry, all of you.” Reaching into her purse, she removed the electronic device before getting up from the table. Pressing the accept button, she held the phone up to her ear while walking away from the table to stand near the edge of the open outdoor patio where they were eating. “This better be good.” Hissing through clinched teeth, she glanced back at her family to see them watching her clearly concerned about the call. “Captain…we lost him.” Four words. Four words that echoed far much more than the under captain was telling her. The him clearly meant Vaan since Richard could take care of himself better than a few of the guards and Henry was still MIA. Grinding her teeth, she struggled to remain calm, not to explode over the phone with the guard because that wouldn’t have looked very good in front of so many civilians. “Captain?” This time, the guard sounded worried because anytime Dawn went silent when told vital information most of her men and woman knew she could snap at any moment. “I’ll be there in five.” Before the guard could respond, she snapped the phone shut, nearly cracking it in the process. Her heels clicked on the stone as she returned to the table, smiling as if nothing had happened. “I have to head back to the palace. Thank you for dinner. Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad. Angel please stay here. No need for the whole dinner to be ruined.” Walking over to her parents, Dawn brushed soft kisses on both their cheeks before waving to Summer before nodding to Angel. Her second in command didn’t need to come; there was no point when she could easily hunt down the King with her eye closed. Her sister wolf had Vaan’s scent engraved in her nose; she truly doubted he could hide from her if he put a great deal of effort into it. Picking up her purse, Dawn stuffed her phone in it and throwing a couple of hundreds on the table. “For running out on you all.” Once more, she waved to her family with a heavy heart for having to leave just as they were all having a good time. Sadly, that was how her work went. Outside of the restaurant, she haled a taxi and forced her wolf to shut up about the tight space so they could get to the palace faster. With a little encouragement of a hundred dollar bill, she got the driver to speed to the gates of the palace in record time. The moment Dawn entered the palace the men directly below her and Angel in rank rushed up to her sides, babbling nonsense about Vaan missing. Growling under her breath, she shoved them all aside to get straight to work. Even thought over two dozen scents had gone through the hallways, her sharp nose picked up on the King’s unique scent. Ignoring the guards, she practically ran through the halls, hot on Vaan’s trail trying to think of why he’d escaped his guard’s sights. Did he want to give her a heart attack? Some way to show someone they love you. Throwing the door of the chapel open with a single hand, Dawn stormed in while half dragging Demetrius by the scuff of his neck like a little pup. Her eyes glare straight at Vaan as if he was some pup instead of the King. Looking at Demetrius, she barked, “Why the hell can I find him in less than ten minutes and you can’t after a good two hours?” Releasing him, she pointed to the door which he headed towards after bowing to Vaan, not looking too pleased to do so. Turning her eyes back to Vaan, she allowed her wolf to peek through to see that he was still in once piece. But as she opened her mouth to speak, she finally took note of the other female in the room. The large doe eyes and thick brown hair instantly screamed beauty as Dawn raked over the she-wolf’s form. It only took a second for the face of the reverend’s daughter to classify in her mind before she growled low under her breath, jealous that Vaan might have slipped his guards to meet with another woman. “Your Highness…if you wish for my death, a silver dagger to my heart would be much quicker than a heart attack each time you decide to vanish when I’m away.” Dawn’s voice was icy cold as her eyes flickered between the king and reverend’s daughter, Zia. Curling her fingers tightly, she struggled to keep from snapping out about the way the whole situation appeared to look in her mind. Did she have any right to be jealous? Her wolf whispered yes but her human side depressingly said no.
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Vaan Niall
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Post by Vaan Niall on Sept 11, 2011 11:47:03 GMT -6
Zia Bonnie Ryves, a unique name for a uniquely scent she-wolf. Something about that surname seemed familiar but it was likely part of a lost memory in the depths of his mind. It did not matter in this moment. A moment in time that he had locked away for one reason or another but as King he had much on his mind, such frivolous thoughts were pointless.
His brother wolf would not let this lie, this female was the source of the magic. It was beyond happy that she was departing from the chapel with such haste. Vaan pushes his wolf back, it was acting out and he could not understand why. A meeting such as this was rare, he would have never met a commoner such as Zia under normal circumstances since he hardly even let the comfort of his court unless it was to visit one of the five families or nobles who had gained his friendship. A dinner or visit was the perfect way to seal the union. It would be a test that could be passed and failed so easily.
“It is nice to meet you Miss Ryves under the circumstances” He said, slightly smiling. The mask normally worn by the King was slowly slipping as he relaxed.
His wolf growled aggressively within his mind as she passed him, it was standing it’s ground, protecting what it thought was his, His palace, his home. Soon everything went from bad to worse in a single moment. Dawn had entered the chapel in rather distracting dress which clung to her every curve. She looked like a goddess in need of worshipping but the anger was clearly displaced across her face. He felt pity for the guard she had dragged in her wake, if it had been he in the man’s position Vaan would have been shaking in his boots in fear of her rage.
Hell hath no fury like a woman’s no Dawn’s scorn.
Demetrius was a man not usually scared of anything but Dawn could scare the toughest man when she was this angry. It seems his guards had failed to keep track of him again. This was the twelfth time this month. It was getting easier to lose them in the winding corridors of the palace, it should not be this easy. Those guarding him as his family should be the best of the best, the top of the graduating class but sadly that did not seem to the case. His scent was easy enough for this lover to find. She succeeded where others failed.
“Captain that was not my intention. I desire solitude, I inform the guards of this” His tone, empty of any emotion. On the surface the relationship between King and Captain had to appear professional but underneath his wolf was craving her attention, her affection and her touch. “I discover Miss Ryves, she simply was lost” It was all he could do, clear the air and try to explain what was going on. Vaan did not want her to just jump to a false conclusion.
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Post by beckii on Sept 15, 2011 7:24:47 GMT -6
Bon found herself freezing on the spot as the doors flew open. She watched as a woman strode in practically dragging a male. Bon's wolf immediately recognised this female was a dominant one, and by scent alone could tell she was very close to the King. The female's scent was practically mixed with his. Mates perhaps? The words the female spat definately made it clear she was extremely overprotective of the King. Bon found herself actually amused as the King practically submitted to the female. Of course this was hard to see but after a lifetime of people watching Bon found it easy to see the very subtle and almost unnoticeable signs. That was definately interesting. She knew it was rare for males to show any type of submission if they were dominant but she just had this feeling that her father was like this around her mother when she was around. She could barely remember her life when her mother had been around. She was definately relieved the female didn't seem to notice that she - Bon - was even there. The last thing she wanted was to get into a fight. Of course if it came to a fight she'd give it her all. She wasn't the type to be submissive. She'd fake it occassionally if she had no other choice but other then that she was definately the type of female to stand up for herself.
Bon was slowly inching towards the door but flinched and froze when the King said her name. Inside her wolf snarled and paced, annoyed its progress of leaving was interrupted. She just wanted to return home and continue practicing her magic without being discovered as half witch. Unfortunately it seemed as if she wasn't going to get out of this place untouched. At least Bon knew she could handle any situation. She could protect herself with ease. Not only was she a born lycan with all the abilities that came with it but she had magic in her veins as well. She could do spells, potions, and such. She had a secret weapon that only her parents knew about. However she would prefer to be able to leave without revealing her secret weapon. Hell, she'd prefer to leave without any conflict. She licked her lips as she looked from King Vaan to the woman whom he had referred to as 'Captain'. She wasn't bad looking, Bon noticed. Hell, she knew the woman was gorgeous - it wasn't hard to see what drew the King to the woman known as Captain.
"Uhm, whilst it was nice to meet you your majesty, captain, I must depart."
Bon spoke, not liking the attention on herself. Well, this kind of attention anyway. She was oblivious to how her being alone with the King could have been seen as. After all, Bon was pure, and had never actually thought about sexual moments although she did have a longing to learn to salsa dance. She liked sensual things but had no time for it as of right now. Besides that, she didn't have anyone as of yet to experience such things with. She did know that every lycan had their own true mate, but most never found him or her. Bon had already decided at a young age she'd wait to find hers. She rather liked the thought of sex after marriage. Sure, she was rebellious - a lot - but after being raised in the church she still retained a few beliefs from it. Waiting until marriage for sex was one of them, and Bon intended on only marrying once which would only be to her true mate. Little did she know her true mate was the half-brother of the King...
Bon offered a small smile as she edged towards the door where the scared male had left not too long ago once the captain had let him go. She didn't want to make any sudden movements or give either of them any reason to investigate or attack her. Tucking a few strands of cocoa coloured hair behind her ear she slowly made her way past the female towards the door whilst clutching her bag. She knew the easy part would be leaving the chapel and the hardest part would be actually getting out of the Royal abode. After all she didn't doubt there was a swarm of guards around the place. They probably wouldn't let her pass without some kind of interaction. Yes, this was one of the worst places she could have ended up with her spell. Now she was definately going to be late going home. That is if she got home at all. She really did not want to see the inside of a prison or dungeon cell. When she got to the chapel doors she opened them, hoping to god neither picked up the magic in her scent. She hoped they would be distracted enough by the situation to not pay any attention to their senses.
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Captain Dawn Roseburn
Captain of the Guard
'I have no desire to be Queen. I only wish to be by his side.'
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Post by Captain Dawn Roseburn on Oct 8, 2011 8:38:59 GMT -6
The Captain was as dominate as they came. Over the years she had hardened herself to emotion, to feelings, to anything that could distract her from protecting the royal family. Her wolf hated being tucked away in a mental cage and took every opportunity to lash out at others who attempted to step on her or bribe her for information. The last person to have tried to bribe her for information on Prince Henry’s life and his private places where he hide away from the world hadn’t left the palace unscratched. Besides, it was bribery which had put her in the proper stance to become captain, it was the one thing she would never tolerate if she found out about it.
Dawn didn’t bother bowing after storming into the chapel before the King. She was sick of playing games and unless someone was watching them, she would not bend over anymore for anyone, not even her King. Cutting her eyes at Vaan, she struggled and failed to keep her wolf from growling deep within her chest as he came up with the poorest excuse for vanishing on the two guards she had placed in charge of watching him. “You forget, we lycans are not mind readers, I would not have been pulled from my family dinner if you had truly informed them.” She was over stepping her bounds as Captain and coming into dangerous territory by almost outing herself as his lover. It was easy to blame her being his Captain on how tightly mingled their scents were. It was easy to say she entered his chambers to check for assassins or poisons in his drinks at his mini bar. But the more her wolf came out the more anyone might have seen how deeply she cared for him beyond being her king and she his personal guard and Captain.
Stepping closer to her mate, her heels clicked over the wooden floor almost in an intimidating manner. Taking a deep breath in, she picked apart each scent in the chapel taking note that Vaan’s scent was mixed with her own and only hers aside from Richard and Rachel’s faintly. Her nose told her the other she-wolf’s scent was still pure and clean of anyone having touched her in a personal manner. It should have been that clean cut, but her wolf still wasn’t pleased with how the situation looked. Nor was her wolf happy about the swirl of obvious magic lingering to the young pup.
“My dear sweet king, commoners do not get lost in this palace.” Her voice held every ounce of sarcasm possible while using the endearing title. She hated pointing it out, but she knew Zia’s place in the lycan world. She hated reminding people that because of birth that deemed them lower than others in this world. After all, she was a commoner as well. A commoner that had simply gotten lucky enough to be Captain and she would likely die Captain since she could climb no higher in the lycan society. But any commoner who entered the palace was given a guard to directed them and guide them straight to where they needed to be and straight out. The only exception were school field trips of pups who’d be lead around all the grand halls, greet a few nobles, through the kitchen for a snack or lunch, and out to the training yard to see whatever guards where there to train. Zia should not…could not have gotten past her guards without someone having spotted her. So was it really that hard to imagine why Dawn suddenly had a sickening feeling in the pit of her gut? Was it so hard to see how heavily the evidence pointed to her mate sneaking around to see another woman?
Flicking her eyes to the woman when she attempted to make a hasty, Dawn sized her up before deciding she wasn’t a threat. “Miss Ryves, I insist you are escorted by a guard…so you don’t get lost.” Trying to hold back the hiss in her voice, she snapped her finger and Demetrius stood at attention right outside the door when it was opened by Zia. “Demetrius, please show Miss Ryves to the front gate. I’d hate for someone to think she’s a snack to eat up.” The guard nodded before bowing once more to Vaan while waiting for the she-wolf to leave the chapel. Turning her eyes back to Vaan, she pursed her lips, wanting so badly to touch and hold him while at the same time scream in his face like a common bitch in heat.
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Vaan Niall
King of the Lycans
King of the Lycans
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Post by Vaan Niall on Oct 21, 2011 13:09:24 GMT -6
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