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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Sept 6, 2011 22:41:40 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd? Oh, what a rush it was to be outside the city walls and in the woods. Her parents were just simply getting annoying and her mother ever commenting. Besides, how was she ever suppose to get anything done if she had a woman twice her age nagging her ear off about how she should do this to look prettier. Aryenne Darcose did not need any such lectures, she already knew that she was the most beautiful girl within Camelot’s walls, her mother was just going to have to get over her aging body. It wasn’t her fault after all that young men didn’t come beckoning to her mother’s chambers anymore when her father wasn’t home, no, they came to hers and how hilarious it was to see the look on her mother’s face all twisted in an ugly scowl. Not a flattering look on a noblewoman at all. Upsetting her mother in battles of beauty was perhaps more entertaining that embarrassing a servant out in the market place.
Speaking of servants, she was actually servantless today, but that did not matter, Aryenne did not wish to deal with their stupidity today. Her only companion for the outing would be Larka, who was more than enough. Even as a direwolf, she proved to be far more enjoyable and entertaining than any human being that the young girl had ever known. Breaking through the woods that were painted in firey hues of autumn, she placed a homemade trap on the ground with a stick propping it up. It was nothing dangerous, just a cage made out of twigs and twines that balanced on a tiny stick with a fork in it and a string that ran away from the cage and stayed in her hand. Aryenne nestled herself down in the long, yellowed grass, not caring as to what it might do to her elegant pale blue dress, her copper hair hanging in luscious tendrils over her back and shoulder blades now as Larka laid down besides her, both their eyes transfixed on the meadow. Up ahead, there was movement and they soon caught sight of a rabbit, almost snow white, come wandering around. It must not be used to the wild, for it did not seem to think of anything as it looked for clover.
Once it got itself under the cage, Aryenne tugged on the twine string, pulling the cage over the rabbit now, entrapping it, “We caught one, girl,” she murmured as she crawled over towards the cage now and carefully tipped the case, her hand quickly grabbing the rabbit by the scruff and holding it up, her crystal eyes glancing over the animal for a moment as it tried to kick out slightly trying to defend itself. It’s small weak little defense only caused Aryenne to laugh now, “Do you see this Larka, it thinks it’s stronger than me,” god, it was just like everybody else. But nobody was stronger than her, and nobody was better than her. She reached under her dress now and unsheathed a dagger before her gaze moved towards the direwolf, “What do you think we should do Larka?” she asked with a smile on her lips. Amber eyes simply stared back at her, but there was a simple wag of her tail and a squeak escaped the rabbit as the blade ran over it’s throat now, spilling crimson red blood over the white fur. Laughter could not help but to escape her lips, oh, how curious and powerful it was to have something’s life its own hands. A growl escaped Larka as her attention turned towards the back of the woods, crystal eyes sharply staring out as well. Somebody was out there.
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Post by Maeve on Sept 6, 2011 23:05:23 GMT -5
Maeve was enjoying the fresh, warm air that filled the kingdom of Camelot today. She had been in the market, 'selling' various pieces of jewelry she had made. Her cover was a merchant, selling unique items in the marketplace, when in actuality, she was someone far different. But there had been no need to reveal who she was, especially in Camelot. This particular kingdom held immense danger and threat for those who practiced magic, or were even suspected of doing such a thing. Haldir always opposed coming here, or at least her going off on her own....but Maeve did not wish to discriminate between kingdoms. What if the answer for her people lay here? What if somehow, a way to save them existed in this very place? She would gladly sacrifice her life if it meant her kind could live, and no longer live in danger. It was worth the risk...though she also knew she was not good to anyone if dead.
So with those thoughts, she had promised Haldir not to venture too far from where they had set camp. He tended to avoid the city, disliking being amongst the human crowd. Of course he would be here in an instant if needed, but she was hoping that extra protection would be unnecessary, as she was not expecting any danger to befall her. But it was always the unexpected that proved to be the most threatening. Maeve walked along the soft grass, wearing a long dress that formed a small tail behind her as she walked; she had left her cloak at him, finding no need for it at the present moment. She froze however, when she felt something. It was so very strong and it caused distress within Maeve. She felt pain; death; darkness. So many different things that she could hardly deffrentiate between them. She had to stop for several moments, closing her eyes, trying to collect her thoughts and emotions, remaining composure. Her curiosity and concern was what caused her to follow this trail of pain and discover the source. It was not too far, and so did not take long for her eyes to lay witness to the gruesome scene that unfolded before her. She just stood there, staring as a young woman proceeded to kill a rabbit. Maeve knew all about the custom of hunting in this realm, however there was something rather sinister about this killing....this massacre of the rabbit. She could not help but gasp, knowing this sound would give her away, not that she had been trying too hard to hide herself from sight. Her eyes widened in shock as she felt them moisten with tears. It was a combination over having to witness this rabbit die in such a way, as its killer smiled and laughed, as well as the aura surrounding the once alive rabbit, and now deceased. It was too much, and left Maeve just standing there, staring in shock.
She knew she had to do something...or at least say something. But words momentarily escaped her for she could just stare, feeling a single tear trail down her cheek. She was not ashamed to cry for the loss of life, whether it be a person or animal. It was sad all the same. And this was certainly not how she was used to seeing an animal killed, for Mabon's customs differed greatly. They were less....violent. I....did not mean to spy. Words of apology were the first that left her lips, as it was indeed something she was guilty of. She had not meant to spy at all yet now that she was looking at her and the bleeding small creature, she could not tear her gaze away, no matter how much she wanted to.
(( Oh noes!!! I hope you feel better!! Take as much time as you need and make sure you get plenty of rest!!! ))
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Sept 12, 2011 16:57:55 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd? She did not notice she was being watched, not at first. Her attention was far too distracted by the crimson liquid flowing from the body of the rabbit. It stained the ground in such a way, brightness in the dull world at the moment. With its life taken away, the rabbit did not twitch; it did not do anything at all. Her fingers ran over the fur, smooth as it could be with the signs of winter coming forth. The taste of having such a power over life and death was something to enjoy, oh, if she were queen or a magic user, this could be taken to new heights. Larka let loose a growl, causing Aryenne’s crystal eyes to snap up towards the sound. On the edge of the woods, a maiden could be seen. As fair as the fairy tales that her nurse told her back in the days of knights and weddings.
But those day dreams were long past Aryenne Dracose and her eyes only narrowed in mistrust and annoyance as the direwolf besides her continued to growl and snap. Crystal eyes continued to study woman as she stared at the girl’s dead rabbit, a single tear rolling from the corner of her eye and falling. The act of sorrow from the fair maiden only brought a look to her face now, her lips twisted slightly and her eyebrows arched. Is she crying for a rabbit? Why anybody would feel for a burdensome animal was beyond her. If Larka was taken from her, Aryenne knew she would cry out and wail as anybody would, for that direwolf was the only thing she regarded as an equal, even above her parents. There was a stillness in the air, other than the growls from Larka, but finally, it was the woman who spoke, “I…did not mean to spy.”
Her voice was soft spoken, and words of apology. They only made Aryenne laugh, “You look like you mean to,” this woman was troubling to her though. She had never seen her around, and if she were a visiting royality for her mother, she would certainly get reprimanded for it. Granted, her mother always warned her of visitors and what royality cries over dead rabbits? She pushed herself up to her feet now, putting away her finely crafted dagger and discovered her hands caked in rabbit’s blood. It hardly bothered Aryenne at all though; she didn’t care much for anything. A devilish smile could not help but come to the red head’s lips as she and her direwolf crossed the opening to the woman. Stopping right in front of her, she held the rabbit out for the woman now, it’s body limp and stretching away from its head, its neck gaping open like a second mouth, “Would you like it?”
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Post by Maeve on Sept 12, 2011 21:02:21 GMT -5
Maeve was not sure how to feel about the woman's laughter and her words. All the faery queen could feel right now was sorrow for the poor creature, and a chill from the woman who ended its life. She was not sure what darkness plagued her, but there was certainly something there. Something that unnerved Maeve; emotions from her that could be so easily ignored. And yet, she also knew that being rude and judgmental was not an option. She would strive to ensure that the first tear would also be her last, for perhaps the young woman had purpose for doing what she did. I was passing and I... could not help but take notice of you. More specifically, the defenseless creature she had killed. She was trying to explain her reasons for having been watching her, as her words of it appearing otherwise were entirely true.
Maeve watched her as she slowly came close to the. The closer she came, the stronger the aura surrounding her came. And the closer the deceased creature was. Maeve tried to keep her eyes on the woman, but it was so very difficult when the animal at her side was still dropping blood, gashed open from its mortal wound. As it to make it more noticeable, the woman held it up to her, offering it. Maeve suppressed an expression that would indicate her horror at the scene. She was trying to remain as polite as she could, but could not go as far as to smile. I... Maeve's voice was soft and quiet, and she found herself unable to immediately answer the question. So she simply shook her head, still doing her best to mask the horror she felt upon witnessing all this.
She would of course have to say more; so collected her thoughts and held her feelings. It is not necessary. For her; but more so in a grander scale. Perhaps she should try to find out her motives for killing the rabbit before judging the morbidity her actions entailed. I would not want to rid you of what would be your meal? Both a question and a statement. The young woman certainly did not look like a nomad or hunter, but Maeve of course had to give her the benefit of the doubt. It would be wrong to judge her so quickly. Though she could not tell if her offering was made out of the kindness of her heart, or because she recognized the unease in Maeve. Maeve liked to think the best of people, so she would assume the first option before leaping to such a negative conclusion.
(( Awww well I'm VERY glad to hear you're feeling better!! Hahah and don't worry! Its not too graphic at all! I love how she is and how horrified Maeve its! hehe ))
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Sept 23, 2011 15:28:18 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd? "I was passing and I…could not help but to take notice you," the woman said now. Passing through? Likely story, she was probably from one of the other estates looking to spy. But Aryenne said nothing, her eyes just resting on the woman waiting for her to continue her story, but more so, waiting to see if she would cry some more. There was no need to shed tears over a useless rabbit; they were the enemy of the world of half the time. The woman’s eyes could not hold a gaze, she was distracted by the bleeding rabbit which hung at her side now, and Aryenne watched with interest as the woman’s gaze kept on resting on the grotesque scene of the rabbit. Crystal eyes studied her when she tried to hand the rabbit towards her, the woman did anything but smile and hesitated on her words before she finally collected her thoughts, “It is not necessary. I would not want to rid you of what would be your meal.”
Now that was a laugh, and indeed, laughter did escape Aryenne now, “Who do you take me for? Some pheasant starving out on the streets?” she asked now, her voice laced with an underlying viciousness. This woman was out of her league if she was going around thinking that girls in the woods ate rabbits, well, she was certainly mistaken, “This,” she replied, gesturing at the dead rabbit, “Was just a game,” and she glanced over towards her direwolf now and whistled slightly. Ears perked at the sound and the animal settled slightly, waiting as if a race was about to start. A smile rested on the young woman’s lips now as she tossed the rabbit out, it’s dead little body soaring through the air as Larka pushed herself off her great paws and ran forward; taking a leap and her powerful jaws snapped down right on the dead rabbit as she landed on the ground, “So, why are you really here?”
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