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| Angelicia`Croxx | Apr 24 2009, 08:32 PM Post #1 |
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The sun was beating down upon the bank by the river’s edge. It was a glorious day, a marvelous day, in fact it was turning out to be the best day ever. The grass was plush and soft, the best for one that might fall upon it. And today was Caen’s turn. Angelicia smirked as she swung her blade over Caen’s head when he just happened to duck in time. She could have sworn that a blade of his graying locks was cut free from his head full of hair. He was a good few years younger then her father, which made him more like an uncle to her and her brothers then a teacher. Using old wooden swords for training, Angelicia would have prefered the read thing, but accidents tended to occur when Angelicia's temper flared. Caen’s blade drew up fast and blocked her blade from coming too close to his face. Quickly twisting his form to the right and hoping that Angelicia was put off balance but it. But the girl was too agile for her own good. He would have to teach her a lesson yet again about listening and perhaps from time to time, timing her elders. “Your getting tired old man.” She teased, as she swung her blade around hoping to catch Caen’s exposed left side. That was Angelicia’s problem most of the time. When she saw an in she went for it. No matter what it meant in the end. Caen was schooling her in order to curve that craving to leap before thinking. Seeing the smirk on her face Caen quickly drew his blade across his chest to catch her blade with his blade, his foot coming up sharp and fast from the left side, striking her in her boot, and making her fall to the ground. Her blade toppled to the ground from her hand, and dust settled about her. Caen’s laugh was what made her angrier as she rose to her knees. She turned to look at him, glaring with those prefect emerald orbs of hers. Her face tense as was the rest of her form. She could felt the deep ache of her muscles as she rose to her feet. Humility was what Caen enjoyed teaching her, well on a good day that was. Most the time she enjoyed and most often gloated about her besting him. Though it was only to her brothers that she did this to. Her father was a different story. He had set rules and the one that was at the top of the list was that his daughter is the only daughter that he had, and he wished to have her live to a rip old age, and not be buried in the family plot along so many of her siblings and relatives. Of course these thoughts were far from Angelicia’s mind, especial on a day like today. Sunny and warm, the birds chirped while the bells of the church chimed. Her green eyes shot up at the distance build toward the northern section of the field they were in. “Caen.” Her voice became stuck in her throat. She turned to Caen’s whose face was just as ashen as her own. Without another word the pair were off racing toward the center of the square toward the bells. Through the town they raced. The bells still chimed as they ran. Angelicia could not believe her luck, how could she have forgotten worship. Her father would for certain be brought to rage. The square was empty which made it easier to get to the church, but that was due to the fact that everyone was within. Rounding the last corner the doors to the church were just shutting. Caen called out and they raced inside. Quickly skidding to a halt Angelicia stood behind Caen as he blessed himself and moved through the small gathering within the church doors. They moved into the church, excusing themselves as they pressed on. Unfortunate for them they had to make their way to the front of the church, where Her family would be seated. Caen was the first to come to the pew that Lord Ferdinand was seated. A cool look from him was all that Caen received. Caen bowed his head and turned to slip passed one of Angelicia’s brothers. It was then that Ferdinand’s eyes came to settle upon his daughter. His cool gaze hardened as she settled herself within the pew beside her twin brother Kei. She swallowed hard as she could feel her father’s eyes bore into her. Her hand pressed firmly upon the pew before her as she could feel her father appraising her attire for church. A pair of leather slacks and a loose fitting blouse with a form-fitting vest made of the same leather. His gaze turned from her. His jaw tense, probably more tense then she had ever seen it. ~Oh how did this day go from so good, too horrible? ~ She thought to herself. They had missed the opening prayer, and the lecture was well on its way, in more ways then one. Angelicia sat silently upon the pew twisting a piece of fabric about her finger, all the while working over the speech she would present to her father in regards for her tardiness and her lack of proper dress. Though she was sure that he would be more focused upon the very fact that she had disobeyed him yet again. Disobey is to simple a word to explain her father’s reaction her training to fight, forbidden was more the word he like to use. Forbidden was just what drove her to learn to become a better swordsman. To improve upon her skill with a blade then a needle point. Never had she heard of winning wars with the skilled art of music or artwork. It was foolish, and she would help make her father away of just how foolish it was. She just had to make sure that she was ready to face the punishment when he bursts into complete and utter rage. Edited by Angelicia`Croxx, Apr 25 2009, 04:11 PM.
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| Lonan Hunter | Apr 30 2009, 08:24 PM Post #2 |
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Lonan had never been one for religion, however, his family had. He had left Kyeros enough money to make it back to his home and his life there. Lonan, however, needed time to settle his thoughts and come to terms with the fact that he had abandoned his family and his brother hated him. Not that he blamed him in the least. Lonan could have helped defend his family or shared their fate. Instead, he had turned his back on them. How remarkable that the were-panther found himself sitting inside a religious establishment, reflecting on the good times he had shared with the family he hadn't seen in more than 8 years, and would never see again. He knew he didn't belong here, and yet, here he was. Call it a part of his repentance for his sins. He rolled his eyes again. Repentance wouldn't help the dead, but it would go a long way to making his suffering more unbearable. He had, more or less, ran from his brother. He had run from Kyeros. And now, he was completely alone. All his running brought him to this town, likely the closest one to his family's former home. He wondered how Kyeros was doing, and whether or not he had bought his fair back home, or if he had skipped off after Lonan to try and convince him that what had happened to his family had not been his fault. It was inevitable. He would have to face Kyeros eventually. In the mean time, he would keep his distance until he was done his rounds of drunken carousing and intense self-medication through beating his body into shape in training, both as a feline and as a human. He looked like hell and he knew it. A full day's growth of a beard sat on his face and his hair was dishelved. He had a black eye from a barfight he had gotten himself into and various cuts and bruises on his body. He looked no better in cat form either, with patches of fur missing and long cuts littering his body. His thoughts were broken out of their depressing state when a young woman raced into the building, looking completely dishelved and out of sorts. His eyes immediately pinned on her, seering her with their blue intensity. He knew his eyes often had one of two effects on people; discomfort or complete and utter infatuation. He didn't care what effect they had on the girl, but he couldn't hide his curiousity. She carried herself like a warrior, one that was used to working hard, and yet, there was something almost... timid about her in the way she looked at the man who had eyed her with disdain. Likely someone she defers to... He thought, fully aware that the sermon had already begun, yet not really caring for the words uttered. He watched her actions curiously and cautiously, trying to peg down what he found to be so intriguing. |
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| Angelicia`Croxx | May 1 2009, 05:23 PM Post #3 |
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The soft utterance of the priest at the pulpit had her attention for a short period. But her mind was a blank slate. Trying desperately to figure away out of this predicament with her father. What would he say this time? She was unsure he would even say anything. His disapproving look was enough to make her regret going against his wishes. But she could not deny who she was, or whom it was she wished to become, her father’s greatest hunter. To stand shoulder to shoulder with her brothers, and comrades, and be counted amongst them, then cast aside from them because she was female. The thought of her sex was often first of the mind. If she had only been born male, her father would approve of her. She furrowed her brow and turned her gaze down her boot as it swung under the pew. The back of it gently tapped the underside of the pew. She would only stop when she received a warning look from her eldest brother. Cool green orbs glaring at her, and gesturing for her to stop. She would suck in her bottom lip and bit upon it out of shame. It was at this time that her gaze traveled passed her brother, and carried the distance of the church pews to a set of eyes that she had never before seen until now. Furrowing her brow she looked down the pew at her brothers, then behind her. Was this person looking at her, or one that sat behind her? When she turned about once again to see his piercing blue hues staring at her. She turned her head to the side, making sure that she lifted her chin ever so slightly so that she appeared to rebuff the man. They were at church. ~The nerve of men. ~ Was her thought, however misguided it was what she felt at the time, thanks to her father. She turned her attention back to the priest and went back to listening to the sermon. Well, she had good intentions to listen. But boredom took over and she started to hum to herself, so that she did not fall asleep. The odd time she would glance in the direction of the gent with the electric blue eyes, seeing that he was fully absorbed in the sermon like all present, all but her. |
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| Lonan Hunter | May 1 2009, 08:16 PM Post #4 |
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Lonan turned his attention away from the woman after a while and tried his best to pay attention to the sermon, but he had one hell of a time doing it. He had never been a religious man and his family had known it, and now, rather than knowing they would have respected his choices, he made a mockery of their consideration and thoughtfulness by sitting in the hall as a priest blabbered off some gibberish that didn't make a lick of sense to the were-panther. He waited until the end of the sermon, the very moment the priest adjorned the gathering, he let loose a low growl and pushed himself out of his pew, stalking past the others towards the door. He slowed his pace a moment to stop and take a better look at the girl who had almost come in late before he picked up his pace again and pressed on. He pushed the door open, knowing that there was likely a few people inside the building who were quite taken aback with his behavior. Too bad. They would get over it. Lonan paused outside of the hall, his back to the doors, pacing back and forth on the greenery in front of him. Why had he bothered? His brother hated him. His brother; the only family he had left that was alive, and he wanted nothing to do with him. He dragged a hand through his hair and blew out a frustrated breath. This was one pain that he was going to have one hell of a time getting over and he knew it. Perhaps a few more nights of complete and utter drunken stupidity would do him some good. And there he stood, pacing and contemplating his actions. |
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| Angelicia`Croxx | May 9 2009, 02:42 PM Post #5 |
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Angelicia just wanted to get out of the church. She didn't even care where she went, just far away from here. When the sermon was over, and the patrons were starting to file out between the pews, Angelicia was stuck behind her brothers. Who proceeded to horseplay with one another? She furrowed her brother, as she released a deep sigh. She would not be getting away from her father's wrath any time soon. Her father was at the back speaking with of few constituents. Upon leaving the church she had thought to escape through the crowds, as they rushed out over the stones stairs that climbed up to the church from the center of town. But she had made the mistake of looking up and locking eyes with her father. The carefully controlled gesture of his head told her to wait for him in the courtyard adjacent to the church’s front doors. She had thought to break out into a hard run and gain distance from the church, but that would just make matters worst. The soft click of her heals echoed as she entered the courtyard. A tall aging gate stood before her as she placed her hand upon it. She leaned into it, her gaze locked on the stones at her feet as she slowly and rather melancholy-like made her way to the center of the courtyard. It was not at all a large yard; just a simple place that the priests used to go over their sermon’s before taking them before the pulpit. It was spilt in several different compartments. A quiet place that was more then likely going to be filled with her father’s temper, and her cries of how unfair he was being. The usual words that called Angelicia’s anger to flare and greet her father’s stubbornness. It was a never-ending war, or so her brothers often thought. Here she paced the stones waiting. Slowly she made her way about the yard, hands neatly clasped behind her back. Shoulder tight and pulled back. Her fiery locks pulled back in a tight braid, a few strands free from her dealings earlier. She felt a tug of a smile come to her lips as she went over her training. Just knowing how mad her father was going to be at her for the reason behind her tardiness. She chuckled, as she turned about pacing the courtyard. It was only upon her third trip about did she note someone at the other end of the courtyard. When she passed to look through the blind that separated the yard she was walking within. She stepped toward the blind that parted the yard she was in from the next. There within was the man she saw looking at her within the church. Strange he should be here. She pressed her form against the edge of the blind and looked through one of the cracks, wondering just why he was here of all places. The air was strange about him, that much she could tell. She was not a hunter in the elite guard for nothing. His air was indeed not human. She could feel her pulse skip a beat at the thought of a clash. Her fingers became electrified as she thought to reason for her blade, but furrowed a brow when she realized that she did not have them. She just looked up through the blink and wondered of the man. Forgetting about her father. Edited by Angelicia`Croxx, May 18 2009, 06:54 PM.
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| Lonan Hunter | May 18 2009, 05:31 PM Post #6 |
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Lonan raked a hand through the length of his hair, aggitation humming through his body. He looked the part of a cat ready to spring loose on it's prey at any given moment, which was a rather appropriate analogy, save one thing. He wasn't even sure who his damned prey was as of yet. His brother hated him. His family was dead. There wasn't a fibre of his being that was without guilt. Without regret. Had he not have been such a fool, his family could have been saved. His brother was only young when the village had been attacked, rendering him almost useless to stand up against the attack that the bandits had set on the town. He was not to be blamed in the least. Cursing, Lonan spun around to complete another circuit of pacing before he felt a strange sensation at the base of his neck. Almost as if he were being watched. How cliche that it was his feline senses that picked up on the strange sensation above all else, and the feeling did little to ease his mind at the time. He shifted his eyes around, trying to pinpoint the area that the feeling was coming from, but it was of little use. He wasn't about to figure it out like that. Heaving a breath of aggitation, he resorted to a fair warning of whoever was watching him. He took a moment to prop himself up against a wall, knowing well enough that tracking whoever was finding him was going to be one hell of a concentration-consuming task. He leaned back and closed his eyes gently, shutting out the imagery of the world before him so that he could focus on a clear, concise mind. He opened up his mind to the thoughts in the immediate area. It was a relatively easy task, considering there was only one other person out there with him. He could feel her curiousity billowing out from her in waves. Ah... sometimes telepathy was grand. Brief flickers of imagery fluttered in the mind of the watcher, and it didn't take Lonan long to pinpoint the rough area from which the mind-signal was coming. He took a moment to let a cocky grin form on his lips before reaching out with his mind to finally communicate with the watcher. If you're going to dwell in the shadows, try to be a wee bit more conspicuous about it... Or at least pick a target who isn't likely to hone in on you. He communicated mentally. His blue orbs snapped open to pin on the distant area in which Angelicia hid, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a vague smile. Finally, he called out verbally. "Are you going to sit there and watch me all day, or are you going to come converse, person to person? I can hardly hold a one sided conversation in your head." |
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| Angelicia`Croxx | May 18 2009, 06:53 PM Post #7 |
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As she stood behind the blind, her brow furrowed. Slender digits brushed against her temple when she felt a flicker of pressure within. Flowed by a soft utterance of words. He was use telepathy. She should have figured that he was able to do such a thing, seeing that she had in fact picked up on something odd about him, odd being different then anything else. She would have to learn a charm or spell to keep people out of her head. It always seemed that when people trespass into one’s mind they tend to leave it a mess, a stir of emotions, confusion and such, followed by a headache. Her green eyes flickered through the blind, gripping it at the first touch o pain in her head. Her head bowed as she listened or at least tried to focus on the words then the pain. Her green orbs locked upon the form beyond the blind she was hidden behind. Angelicia was not one for remaining hidden for long; in fact she was surprised by her actions. Her wits having left her during the church services, she was only just starting to regain them. She placed her hand against the edge of the blind; she pulled herself long it until she came about the edge. Her head tilted to the side as she looked on at the man that was now present before her. He spoke rather forceful for one that did not belong to theses areas. She could have taken offense to him right away but that would not get her answers that she wished. She studied the man for a moment before curling her arms about herself in a rather protective manner. This would not keep him from entering her thoughts, in fact she was sure that the last flicker of images h would have glanced from her mind would have been of him looking at her in the church. The soft thud of her boots against the stone of the courtyard echoed about her. She was dressed in attire that was not at all fitting for one such as she. She turned her head to glance behind her, wondering if her father would interrupt them. That was a lecture she wished to avoid. Turning her attention about once again, her green orbs focused upon Lonan. “Why are you here?” the question was simple enough, and she forced herself to speak to him in a polite and approachable manner. A task in itself being who she was, wishing to be difficult was in her nature, this, was totally against it. Or at least that was what her brothers would have thought. The air about this man was very strange. Angelicia made sure to angle her movements away from him, making an arch as she stepped away from the blind. A warm breeze brought her long fiery red locks tousled about her shoulders, and into her face. Which caused her to push them back with her left hand, while trying to keep an eye upon him. “These courtyards are not for…” She paused, as she looked him over. She did not know whom he was nor what station in life he possessed, by the look of him, none. She did not wish to come across as rude, but it could not be helped. He was not very forthcoming as it was. “Your not from these parts. For if you were then you would know that if my father found you here in my company he would have you condemned.” The second part was untruth. Though at times she was certain that her father would much rather have her condemned. She looked upon him with hard green eyes, studying him, always studying him. Edited by Angelicia`Croxx, May 18 2009, 06:53 PM.
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| Lonan Hunter | May 19 2009, 08:49 AM Post #8 |
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Lonan quirked the corner of his lips up into a half-smile at her demeanour. She was cautious and guarded. Two sentiments that he could easily appreciate in a woman. This woman was a warrior, and he sensed something else within her. A need to prove herself and make herself known. Though Lonan had very little to prove his worth for these days, he could still appreciate the fact that she strived for... well, whatever it was she strived for. Her question rang through his head suddenly. Why are you here? Funny she should ask that question, he wasn't entirely sure himself. It wasn't until she spoke up again that he came to the realization that she was refering to the courtyards in which he found himself standing in. In all honesty, he hadn't even noticed that he had made his way into private courtyards, but the woman's warning held no sway over him. His lips twitched in his sarcastic smile a moment before he tilted his head away from her, studying the ground a moment before looking back up and pinning her with cerulean orbs again. "Whatever noble reason your father has to condemn me really holds no sway over whether or not I give a damn." He said, knowing well enough that those words were likely enough to get him a thrashing and a half. He shifted positions, transfering his bodyweight to one foot and then shrugged a shoulder. "Originally, I'm from this area. Not from this specific place, per say, but from the general area." He took a moment to look back down at the ground again before returning his eyes to her, a heavy guilt set in the look of his face. "But I haven't been 'home' in a while. A lot has changed... and I've come to find that 'home' no longer exists. Let your father condemn me, for he'd condemn a man with little to live for." He said vaguely. |
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| Angelicia`Croxx | May 19 2009, 01:44 PM Post #9 |
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Angelicia did not know if she should be taken back by the man’s words. Sure she had thought then one time or another, but she was the daughter of the reigning Regent. Her body tensed just slightly as she watched him carefully, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lip, quickly she cleared her throat and straightened herself up to show that she was not troubled by his lack of reason for trespassing. Perhaps he did not know that he did this, perhaps he in truth did not care. She tilted her head to the side and pondered upon that last thought. “These courtyards are private, but something tells me that you do not care what they are.” She carried herself slow about the edging of the wall that encircled the yard. Her emerald gaze narrowing upon him as she studied his facial features a little longer. Her hands relaxed at her sides, as she stood now before him, constant in her guard. A steady constant gaze, matching a steady hand and mind, she was not like most hunters, and she was better. Years of training under her brothers, she learned her skills and horned them to the best of her abilities and further. Being the only daughter of the last clan of hunters in Hanv’Var she had much to prove, namely to that of her father. Those skills were constantly at work, even now while she spoke with the stranger. There was something in the air that she could not quite place. He was neither wolf nor vamp, were of some birth. She felt her skin prickle upon the backs of her hands. Without thought she drew them together and rubbed the backs of them. When she returned her attention to the man, she could not help but gasp at the appearance of his eyes, piercing through her the way they did. Swallowing hard she paused in mid thought. A strange flustering of emotion and thought seemed to ripple through her form. Unsettling it was, stranger it felt. She could not help but feel troubled by his presence suddenly. She tried to clear her throat, but she was unable to think upon doing so. The sudden flutter of emotion caused her temples to tense and cause her pain. Her hand rose to her brow and rubbed it heartily to see if the pain would subside. When she turned her gaze to the ground it was gone. ”Your offense is forgivable at best. You did not know where it was that you traveled. It is possibly in your best interest to leave here.” She told him, her green gaze turning to the doors that lead to the courtyard, her father must be detained, for he had yet to arrive for her scolding. Her cheeks tensed as she turned back to the man, her green eyes marking him where he stood. “I mean no ill will to you. But my father will not take kindly to your being here, and in my company.” She did not wish to explain the second, but she was sure he got her full meaning as to the first. His words of ~home~ had her wondering more about him, and his reason for being here of all places, but that was quickly rendered by the fact her father would soon be here. |
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| Lonan Hunter | May 19 2009, 03:38 PM Post #10 |
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Lonan frowned at the woman as she held a hand to her head. Well, that certainly wasn't the reaction to him that he had been expecting. Outward hostilty had been an option. Kicking his ass from there to the sea had been another. His composure faultered for a moment, a brief expression of sympathy crossing his features. No sooner than it had come, was it swept away again by her words. He was beginning to piece things together, albiet slowly. "Your father?" He demanded, though his tone was still gentle enough not to appear hostile. "These are your father's courtyards then?" He paused a moment to look around him, taking in the courtyards and the fact that they were situated just outside the doors of a religious monument. "Your father is some sort of nobility then, no?" He asked, letting his cerulean orbs pierce into her again. A sudden urgent desperation filled him. If this young woman's father was nobility, he wanted answers about the occurence that killed his entire family. He wanted answers, and he damned well wanted them now. If her father had been, in any way, capable of sending help, or stoping the attack on his hometown that had killed most everyone in it, he would see to it that he was held responsible and that his brother, and the surviving orphans from the town recieved enough of a compensation to support them for the rest of their lives. |
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| Angelicia`Croxx | May 19 2009, 04:05 PM Post #11 |
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Angelicia kept her distance from the man, though the courtyard was not large by any means. She stepped back, only to scrape her elbow firmly against the wall behind her. She turned just briefly to acknowledge it before turning her gaze back to the man. He appeared rather altered in his countenance regarding her father. “These grounds belong to the church, but my family is in good standing.” She started, and then paused before continuing. “Why do you ask if my father is a noble?” She was curious as to his asking. His appearance was changed, as did his line of questioning. He was more direct in what he wished to know. She could have started with a long list of her family bloodline, but something told her that was not what he wished to know. “My father is brother in law to the high Lord of Hanv’Var. It is my mother that is the noble, not my father.” She wished to make that perfectly clear to the man. Her words spoke true and rather firmly in regards to her father. Surely they did not see eye to eye, nor get along on a good day but he was her father and if this man wished a quarrel with her family he would be making on with her. “Is there something you wish to speak with him upon?” “Angelicia.” She froze upon the very spot, her eyes locked upon the man that stood across the yard from her. His eyes locked upon her’s, causing that strange stir of emotion within her again. This time she did not more to ward the pain off she simply bore it. The tone of her father’s voice spoke volumes of the lecture that was to come. “Am I interrupting?” He asked as he entered the courtyard. The air about him was that of ego, then anything else. Cold grey eyes narrowing upon his daughter, then crossing to the young man in her company. “And who is this?” The truth of the matter was that he did not wish to know who he was. He did not care, nor did he care to have to come here to scold his daughter again. Her need to disobey him seemed to be an everyday occurrence. Tilting his head to the side as he too sniffed the air, furrowing his brow as he crossed the courtyard toward the man. A few of his personal guard had filed within the courtyard in order to protect him, regardless of the threat, even if it was just his daughter that he thought he was coming to speak with. This new arrival was a surprise, though he had an idea of what and who he might be. “Well, speak boy. I have matters to tend to, namely scolding my daughter. Get to it.” He knew the boy wished something for all did. The people of these lands were becoming troublesome and needy, or at least that was what he felt. Folding his arms about his large chest, puffed out to look more intimidating if it was possible. |
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| Lonan Hunter | May 19 2009, 07:50 PM Post #12 |
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Lonan narrowed his eyes on the man that came through the doors and took in the way that the young woman seemed to wince at the coming of him. It was odd. She seemed completely defensive towards him a few moments ago, yet now, she seemed as if she would have rather had been anywhere but where she was standing. Lonan logged that information away in the back of his mind, but upon further inspection, he could clearly see why anyone would shrink back from the man in front of him. He was repulsive. He carried himself in a way that suggested he was accustomed to power, and not doing good with it, but rather putting on a vulgar display of exactly what could be done with that power. Lonan, however, didn't give a damn about his self-righteous behavoir and holier-than-thou attitude. Lonan was of equal height and build to the man in front of him. Lonan gritted his teeth as he looked past the head of the man, taking in the sight of the personal guard that seemed to be obsuriving Lonan's body language. Lonan took note of it and decided that punching the imbicile in the face wasn't an option at the moment. And the arrogant bastard had the gal to call him boy? That was enough to make Lonan laugh out loud. "Boy? You're calling me boy? I've probably seen more winters than you have." He hesitated a moment, sizing the man in front of him up for a moment. "There must be something said about age and wisdom going in hand, because I can just tell that age has done you no honor in gaining it." He said flippantly. His eyes flickered over to the woman the man had called his daughter and Lonan felt a pang of sympathy for the girl. She hadn't seemed nearly as disagreeable as the man in front of him now, and highly doubted that she deserved whatever lecture she was about to get from this slimeball. "I want to discuss the fact that there was a village only a short ways away from here that was attacked not long ago. The village was burnt to the ground. Some killed in battle, while a vast majority succumbed to minor wound infections that they could have lived through had some sort of help arrived for them. I want to discuss the fact that my entire family and the families of many other innocents were wiped out because they never recieved a damned bit of help from anyone of any ranking position or power." He paused a moment, a sarcastic half-smirk creasing his lips. "You can't possibly tell me that prayer to some unknown God-" He said, tossing his head in a wild gesture towards the holy building, "-is of greater importance than seeing to the lives of your own people. Any God worth worshiping would know that compassion and caring for your subjects and those around you should come above begging and groveling for more money, cattle, fabrics, wool, whatever the bloody hell you pray for!" He said, letting his emotions get the best of him. |
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| Angelicia`Croxx | May 19 2009, 08:29 PM Post #13 |
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Angelicia could not believe that the stranger would speak to her father in such a manner and expect him to answer him the answers he wished. Her green orbs widened as she watcher her father cross the courtyard, passing her and coming to rest a few feet in front of Lonan. He was smart enough to leave enough room between them; so that such his guards need to come to his aid they were closer to him. Angelicia’s father’s gaze narrowed as he gave thought to what the stranger was ranting about. “Village, village, there are many villages, and many have fallen to their fate. I have governor these lands with a fair and just hand. I have heard of no complaints. At least none that have reached my ears.” Baron Croxx was indeed a good ruler, though as of late his thoughts seemed else were. His concerns were no longer that of his people, then upon the problem that faced him, and his family. But far be it that he complains the matter of family affairs to one such as this one that would rather throw half-truths and accusations at him for the way he ruled his lands. He tried to give more thought upon what the man was asking. Tapping his chin he paced the cobblestones. The guards stood within arms length of the baron, just a foot from his daughter and a good ten feet to the stranger. Their eyes moving in unionism across the stranger then back to the baron. Hands steady and remained motionless at their sides, not wishing to give the man any reason to lash out just because they appeared threatening. “This village, tell me where is it?” he had thought upon one village in particular. Wondering to himself if it was indeed the one this man was ranting about. A town upon the far corner of his lands to the north of his Castillo was perhaps this man’s plight. “If it is the town that I am thinking of, your quarrel is with the council not me.” Angelicia listened intently at what was transpiring between her father and the stranger. Thinking upon what her father was saying, and then waiting for the man’s reply. These days were trying, and even more trying for her family. They had buried yet another hunter the other day, as well as four family members in the last few weeks. It was a trying time for their clan, and Angelicia knew what stress her father was under. She did not make the situations any less stressful; in fact she lived to make it unbearable at times for her father. Her reasons were unknown to her, or perhaps just suppressed deep down inside. Watching as the tension between her father and the stranger grew. The man not at all impressed by anything her father said. Not that he would be. From the look and sound of him, he seemed like he was looking to start a fight. His angry increasing as her father danced about his reply. The man seemed rather put off; Angelicia was hoping to aid him so that things did not escalate. She had thought to interject, but found her father’s steely gaze narrowed firmly upon her when she stepped forward. She bowed her head and turned her gaze to the wayside. It was one thing to question him in private to do so before others, namely a stranger such as this man was. She would be signing herself up for ten lashes. She held her tongue and waited to be included, if that was possible in her father’s company. |
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| Lonan Hunter | May 20 2009, 10:52 AM Post #14 |
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Lonan's eyes narrowed at the arrogant bastard in front of him. He was deliberately sidestepping answering his questions, and that irritated him to no end. It was clear that his mind was elseswhere when matters of state came into effect. He kept his arms folded tightly across his chest, his eyes flickering momentarily to the armed guards at the man's side. It would have made him feel a wee bit more intimidating had he had his sword at his side, but he decided not to dwell on it too much. If the brutes tried to make a move, Lonan's claws would serve better than any blade would be able to. His hard stare returned to the man. He instinctively knew that he wasn't going to get anywhere with him and he snorted his disgust. "Fine. If you want to play games with your ignorance as to what's going on around you, so be it." He said, dropping his arms and letting his eyes flicker to the woman. "I should warn you though, my brother may be along in days to come. He's hellbent on setting things right as one of the only surviving members of the village. Mind you, he's gained quite a bit of support from some of his companions, and I trust that he's planning on making a rather big stink about the whole ordeal." His eyes pinned on the woman again. He let his eyes settle back on the man, letting the full implications of what he said sink in. If something wasn't done, there could potentially be a revolt of sorts. "However, if you sent someone to their camp, escorted by myself, of course, perhaps some sort of a deal can be agreed on." He gestured towards the young woman. "Someone who is used to fighting. Someone strong willed and capable." He said. His eyes fell on the woman again. "She'll do." He said, quirking the corner of his lips up in a challanging smirk. |
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| Angelicia`Croxx | May 20 2009, 03:37 PM Post #15 |
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His hard stare returned to the man. He instinctively knew that he wasn't going to get anywhere with him and he snorted his disgust. "Fine. If you want to play games with your ignorance as to what's going on around you, so be it." He said, dropping his arms and letting his eyes flicker to the woman. "I should warn you though, my brother may be along in days to come. He's hell-bent on setting things right as one of the only surviving members of the village. Mind you, he's gained quite a bit of support from some of his companions, and I trust that he's planning on making a rather big stink about the whole ordeal." His eyes pinned on the woman again. He let his eyes settle back on the man, letting the full implications of what he said sink in. If something wasn't done, there could potentially be a revolt of sorts. "However, if you sent someone to their camp, escorted by myself, of course, perhaps some sort of a deal can be agreed on." He gestured towards the young woman. "Someone who is used to fighting. Someone strong willed and capable." He said. His eyes fell on the woman again. "She'll do." He said, quirking the corner of his lips up in a challenging smirk. Angelicia’s father turned his full attention on the stranger before him. He had not risen to this position by simply having been handed it. He was born of a long line of hunters. He had keen eyes and an even keener sense. His eyes narrowing upon the man that stood so sure of himself before him. “You stand there and presume to tell me how things are. I have ruled these lands for many years and many of my bloodline before me. You wish to explain your plight, and yet threaten me with injury, not only by you but your family.” He remained standing before Angelicia, his gaze slowly cast up above them. “These grounds and all of my lands have eyes, very trustworthy and capable eyes. I see all I know all. As for your village, I can look into it. But to have you dictate to me that I shall send my daughter with a brigand such as yourself, do you think me a fool.” He would then start to pace the ground before Lonan. His hands neatly curled behind his hack. “Do you think me simple. What is to stop you from taking her hostage, you wish for me to extend an oil branch, and yet you offer me nothing.” Angelicia stood in silence. Surprised at the man’s suggestion. Part of her was now curious as to what was transpiring here. She had not heard of these attacks, and she was one of the patrol parties that regularly saw to the protection of the towns within her father’s lands. She stepped forward. “Father, please. It would be a gesture of good will. To show that you are the bigger person, that you are concerned for your people.” She knew the moment that she spoke she was damned. Her green eyes holding her father’s gaze for a time until she broke it and looked upon Lonan. Her father’s voice soon broke the silence; though his eyes remained steely his temperament was slightly altered. “Then so be it.” He told the man, waving his hand toward them as she turned toward the exit of the courtyard. “My daughter shall go with you, as ill a small yet able troop of hunters. I trust that all will be returned to me in good time.” Angelicia knew just what his meaning was. Turning to Lonan, she stepped beyond her father’s path, bowing her head as he passed him. He gripped her by the elbow and drew her closer to him, uttering something under his breath, and then releasing her. Angelicia strolled toward Lonan, her green eyes bright and curious as to where they were to head. |
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