Ashes to Ashes - Aleris on Fire

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((Sorry for the delay. This wasn't what I was intending initially, but here goes.))

Ah, the dream world was not what one would have expected of the poetess. Oh, surely one’s imagination worked both ways, creating images that were frightening as well as lovely, but one would have assumed that Aursra usually managed to banish the former. Usually one would have been correct in this assumption, but currently, her dream land was a landscape ravaged by water. There were the shadows of dragons… shadows overhead and shadows lurking beneath the water’s surface but never were the actual dragons seen.

It would take some searching to find Aursra. She was out amongst the ruins; floating atop what appeared to have once been a large sign. When she looked up to see Verial, her eyes were wild. However, she did not seem all that surprised to see him. “Then, it is a dream?”

The thing was, the scene looked rather like what had occurred in Grand City in many ways. She seemed unconvinced by her own words. It all seemed so complicated, but there was something more to this than mere dream or illusion. While her imagination seemed to have taken a bit of… artistic license, it was still too eerily realistic a representation of what she should have known little to nothing about. Her magic had always been unstable… always felt like something she’d never be fully finished trying to learn… to tame…

Was this some new facet?

“What a scare I must have given poor Mycha…” She murmured, standing slowly… the board beneath her barely shifting as she extended a hand to Verial. “I just couldn’t seem to find my way back.” A frown, as if trying to remember something, but it just wouldn’t come to mind.

“I think we can go now though. I get the feeling that you’ll be needed elsewhere…”

And it wasn’t long after that she was waking. The fever had broken, and while she still seemed a bit out of it, she assured him that she would be fine… that there was more important business to attend to than some bad dreams.

Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 5:11 pm

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By the time that the Redmont arrived at the building which apparently housed whatever kind of government Jade City had, he had seen more than enough to make an educated guess as to why the city was all but shut down and closed to any refugees. He still found no logic in their refusal to send aid to other places like Grand City or Joi, but Maxim also knew that mortality made selfish people even more greedy, in the face of a nightmarish catastrophe like what was taking place. Two of the guards escorted him up the stairs, though they kept their distance, and he once again glanced around to survey just how much damage had been done.

Surprisingly, the architecture of Jade City had saved it from the worst, unlike everywhere else. Most of the buildings had higher foundations than what would normally be expected, and even where the flooding had managed to damage the city, the streets were still capable of supporting travel. What Maxim had seen, and was seeing still from the higher point at which he stood, was that windows and doors had been smashed in -- and not by the storm, either. Their reasoning for placing the city under martial law and imposing a curfew made quite a bit more sense now, though he kept that to himself. Instead, as the two guards opened the doors and stared at the undead Redmont, he simply smirked and shook his head in a chastising manner. It would take more than a couple of simple guards armed with spears to present any kind of threat, especially since every sentry they had passed looked utterly exhausted.

The interior of the building was clean, in a manner that bordered on absolutely ridiculous -- even with what was transpiring, there were still maids and other servants performing their regular tasks, as though nothing had changed. One of the guards put a hand on Maxim's shoulder, when he finally slowed, and that prompted a rather amused look from the former slayer as he came to an abrupt halt. Fiery eyes shifted back towards the man, then towards his hand in a fashion that suggested annoyance, rather than hesitation or fear. "I'd suggest not touching me again, if you want to keep that hand. Otherwise, the maids will be cleaning blood off of the floor for the next few days." The guard actually took a step back, and then they both moved to open the doors of the building's central hall, where Maxim could already hear a heated discussion taking place. Inside, two people -- who Maxim guessed were the mayor, and the commander of the guards he had been seeing everywhere -- were arguing with a man who looked like he had been through hell.

"We don't just want help, we need it. I can understand if you don't want to open your gates to us, but we have nowhere else to go. Joi was devastated by the tidal w-"

"Son, we have problems of our own. I'm the mayor of Jade City, get that? Jade. City. Not Joi, not Grand City, not any of those terrible backwater camps over on Heruin. There is a reason we don't have one of those awful taverns in this town, like they do in Grand City, because it draws undesirable people in. We may not have been flooded out and ruined like your town, but we've had nothing but ruffians to deal with in the process. Why don't you go to Grand City? I'm sure they'll be happy to take you in," the elderly man sneered, prompted the armed commander next to him to snicker slightly. The other man pounded one fist on the desk, and the sentry shifted slightly so that his glaive was now pointing towards the person pleading for their aid. "Grand City was hit just as hard as Joi was. That's why we came here, because we weren't aware you were just turning your backs on everybody!"

"He has a valid point. If it were damaging winds instead of flood waters, you'd be begging both Grand City and Joi for assistance. Yet when they need you, you won't even send aid?" Maxim finally interjected, though the mention of Grand City having been hit rather hard was something he took note of. Both the mayor and the commander stared in disbelief, as though the concept of somebody disagreeing with them was a completely foreign one.

"Who in the hell do you think you-" "My name is Maxim Redmont, and as much as I'm already starting to regret it, I'm here to help. You shouldn't be concerned about what thieves or vandals will do to your precious city -- if the current rate of insanity keeps going as it is, the heat will kill those who haven't already drowned, and then you'll rule over absolutely nothing. Is that what you want?" The elderly man opened his mouth to say something, and then closed it before he sat back down in his chair, which was trimmed in gold and velvet; a true testament to the excesses of a corrupt life. Maxim folded his arms across his chest after moving to stand beside the man who had come asking for help, and then he gestured towards the doors. "Somehow, I doubt you were born into a position of wealth, old man. Do what's right, and I'll stay here to help ensure everything is kept under control," the Redmont offered.

The mayor was quiet for a moment, and both the refugee and guard commander simply stared in disbelief as they waited for an answer. Finally, the old man sighed and nodded slightly. "Alright, we'll see how this works out. We'll send as much help as we can to Joi, and help shelter the displaced for now, until things are back to normal-" "Grand City may need help as well," Maxim pointed out, a bitter reminder that earned a scowl from the mayor. "Fair enough, I suppose, since you'll be paying the price if this ruins Jade City. Do you have friends there or something, Redmont?"

There was only a brief pause, before Maxim shook his head slightly. "...No. Not for quite some time."

Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 10:44 am

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Djarin was dead. Murdered in fact, and Deanna couldn't even begin to contemplate why.

She and Quinn had followed the Prophet and his translator called Blend to a secret passage way into King Alerion's private chambers. How the zealot knew there was a hidden route was beyond Deanna, and she hadn't thought to question. Nor did she question the emaciated woman who hovered precariously close to death that lay limply in Blend's arms.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that this wasn't going to bode well for any of them.

She was right. No sooner had they entered, with Blend, Deanna and Quinn sticking to the shadows, had Djarin quietly found himself behind the King, and a simple touch later, he was no longer.

Had the mad man realized his own death prior to this insane, and seemingly purposely act? The shifter would never know now. Vaguely she recalled crying out to Djarin, a warning perhaps to the Prophet before the blade found his heart. Vaguely she remembered Quinn trying to silence her, his large hand clamped over her mouth, but it was too late. Later she would question why she had done what she did, as she was sure her mate would as well.

Everything from then on was a blur. Blend had panicked, rightly so, and nearly bowled Quinn over trying to flee from the scene. He had beckoned the pair to follow him, but it was too late. No sooner had they made a move to run when the King's guards, weapons drawn and ready to use, surrounded them. She didn't have to look at Quinn to know he was beyond regretting their decision to accompany Djarin for his revelation.

The guards motioned Deanna and Quinn before the King who appeared more confused than angry at the situation. Perhaps this would work in their favor, she mused as she glared at an overly eager guard who thrust his spear near Quinn, urging him to move faster.

“Point that thing away from my mate now, or you'll find it shoved up where the sun doesn't shine, boy.”

The guard, a young man who couldn't have been more than twenty stared open-mouthed at Deanna, his eyes bulging from their sockets at her reaction. She narrowed her gaze at him, knowing that the lad was more accustomed to commanding fear and respect, not brazen disobedience and threats from a mere commoner, and a woman no less.

Foolish boy.

Deanna was a tad more courteous to the King as she stood before him with Quinn along side of her. Kings didn't particularly impress her, for she had served them in the past and found they were more or less the same.

Rich, pompous asses.

Deanna was respectful as to dip her head in greeting to him, for regardless of her personal opinions of the man, he was a King and Deanna was brought up a lady whether she showed it or not. Old habits died hard.

“Since this man is now dead, I expect you two to explain his purpose – and yours – for coming here.”

“Your majesty, my name is Deanna DiCorvino.” She offered as a reply, deciding that introductions should be properly made before the interrogation began. Kings. They might be powerful, but often forgot their manners. “This fine gentleman you see here is my consort, Quinn Redmont.” She lifted her gaze to Quinn and offered a brief but warm smile to him before turning her attention back to Alerion.

“Now, you wished to know who this man is and his purpose. Ours as well. I can offer you only what I know, gracious King.” Deanna considered how best to proceed and decided to go with the less is better approach.

“Who he is, his name, I am afraid I can't answer that. What he is, or claimed to be, was a prophet of Tempesturo. His purpose, Majesty, was to spread Tempesturo's word of Chaos, or at least, that was what he stated.” She explained to Alerion how they met on the roof of her tavern, and how he had attempted to reveal his 'truths' to Deanna and Quinn. She had not mentioned Victor or Wish in her story, nor that the four of them had traveled to the castle together. What the King didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

“He found us in the main dining hall and invited us to bear witness to the great revealing that he wished to bring to you. He wore no weapon that we could detect, and since you are surrounded by those who serve you well,” she gestured to his guards with a sweep of her hand before continuing. “There was no concern on our part for your safety. That is all we know.”

“You expect our great King to believe your lying tongue, wench? You expect us to believe that you and your...consort, had no part in the attack on our King?” Deanna turned her head slowly to regard the guard who spoke to her in such a scathing manner. Ah yes, the boy with the pointy stick.

“Excuse me, if you would, Majesty.”

Deanna whirled on her heel faster than the human eye could detect and snatched the spear from the young guard's hands. She snapped it clean in half over her knee, tossed the speared half to the ground, and with the remaining half in hand, smashed it against the boy guard's face. It was a good thing he wore a helm, yet the impact drove him backward into his brethren. The helm was dented where she struck it, and the shifter knew he would sport bruising regardless of the protection, not to mention one hell of a headache.

Guards immediately snapped to attention and were prepared to attack Deanna when Alerion held up a hand, halting their actions. Perhaps he was curious as to what course Deanna was planning on taking, or maybe just prolonging her future imprisonment and/or execution. The shifter didn't know, nor cared. She flipped the coin and would soon find out if odds were in her favor.

Deanna's eyes burned hellfire as she glared menacingly at the brazen foolish youth, pointedly ignoring the spears and swords that were thrust in her diction, much to the dismay and anger of Quinn.

“Boy, let me share something with you. If I wanted your King dead, trust me that you, your brothers, and all of their pointy little weapons wouldn't stop me. Believe me.” Her tone dripped icy venom as she tossed the remains of the spear at him. “If I were you, I would heed this next piece of advice: You are the muscle, not an advisor. Keep your mouth shut and do your job, and you might live to see some hair grow on that pathetic upper lip of yours.”

Deanna felt Quinn's hand grip her upper arm to drag her back to his side, knowing that her words might have gotten the duo further into a troublesome spot. She didn't question her mate, simply complied, but added one last parting shot to the boy.

“And don't ever call me a liar or a wench again.”

Deanna took a moment to compose herself then returned her startling gaze to the King.

“If there is nothing else, Majesty, Quinn and I would like to go. I'd like to resume my dinner.”

The King quirked a brow at her, and Deanna idly considered perhaps she had gone a bit too far this time. The shifter smiled at him, a slow curve of her lips as she murmured her next honey laced words.

“By your leave of course. You are, after all, King.”

Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 6:32 pm

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Djarin was dead and Quinn couldn't say he was upset to see him go. Deanna it appeared on the other hand wasn't too happy about it. Either way right then they had other issues to deal with. The guards that had been alerted to their presence by Deanna's cry circled them and moved them towards the King. He couldn't help a small smile as Deanna snipped at one of the guards who seemed poke happy with his spear.

He let Deanna talk. Maybe "let" was a strong word. He stayed silent while she spoke. The Redeemer would have been lying if he'd said that he wasn't upset by Deanna's actions towards the young guard or her words to the King, however the guard at least had it coming. She had acted before he could. He'd pulled Deanna back, but reached his hand out to the young man to get him straight, or so it seemed. He also marked his scent at the same time. Everything in it's place and time. Now was the time to talk to Alerion.

"My King, we came along to ensure your safety from the man your guard killed. I think it'd be a better thing to send people after the man who fled. He was a companion of this man and could probably tell you more about why we were here. Personally I don't know what he was capable of but I think that we're safer without him around." He looked at Deanna, knowing she'd probably resent his take on the man but it was the truth. More or less.

Yes, he had come to make sure the King stayed safe, however had Djarin been successful in his plans and turned Alerion on the world as he'd hoped to, Quinn would have killed the King. It was that simple. Alerion knew about sacrifice and it'd be one more that he'd make for his people.

Quinn hoped that the King would just let them leave, but wouldn't be surprised if they were held for some more questions. And much to his non-surprise they were. Alerion nodded to the couple before looking to the eldest of the guards, "Make sure their story is cleared and then let them go." he looked back to Deanna and Quinn, "I hope you two are telling me the truth. I've been through too many managers of that Tavern. I'd hate to lose another."

The Redmont Bastard was glad that the King had his priorities straight. They needed someone to manage that tavern gods damnit! They were led out the chamber the proper way and taken down several flights of stairs, through hallways, and down to what he assumed were the prisons. It seemed that they were able to get the water drained from these halls fairly recently, the water damage was obvious. However it didn't appear to have caused much structural damage, at least not to the cell they were put into.

As the door slammed shut behind him he turned and looked to Deanna. She wasn't happy with him. She wasn't happy with what he'd said or where they were. He was willing to bet she wasn't happy that he'd allowed them to put them in here. "We needed to talk anyways." he said as he sat down on the soggy bench.

"So, you've died three times huh?" he nodded to himself and looked at her. "I'm not 100% sure, but I think I might have died that day in the gorge." his eyes focused on something beyond Deanna, but there wasn't anything behind her, but a rock wall, "When Victor pulled my demon out of me, and I landed...everything broke. Then I don't really remember much after that. At least not until I woke back up and met with my 'Redmont sister'." he said that last part with a bit of a sacastic sneer.

Was this an odd place and time for a confession? Perhaps, but what else would they do while they waited? Of course Deanna might be able to come up with some other ideas, but he didn't know how long it'd take for the guards to return and they needed some time. Looking back at Deanna, his eyes locked onto her's. "I changed that day De. Not just the were inside me, but I'm not quite the man I used to be. I never would have threatened Victor the way I had on that roof."

The were didn't go on about how he'd been scenting people, marking them for later. He didn't mention that the reason he was marking them was to...talk to them later. "I'm not saying we're exactly the same. I still don't know what you've gone through. But I want to. I need to." And just as he was about to go on, a guard came up to the cell door.

"You're free to go. We've got several witnesses that said you were at the table when you were approached by the dead man. Also Felix said that before that you were...busy...in the baths." the guard looked Deanna up and down with a slight smile, this time before she could react Quinn did. His hand lashed out through the bars, grabbed the guard by the front of his tunic and yanked him back into the cell door. It dazed the man at first, but his helmet protected him for the most part. Repeating this action several times caused the helm to fly off.

Slamming the guard's unprotected head against the bars made a much different sound then before. When the man was nothing but dead weight in his arm, Quinn stopped. Pulling him forward until his cheek was almost against the guard's lips he waited. A small bit of breath brushed his cheek and when it did he pushed the guard back across the hall. Stepping back, the Redmont Bastard kicked out at the door, causing it to screech loudly as it opened the opposite direction it was meant to.

He kept his eyes from Deanna's view, he knew that they'd be the same color as his beast's. He'd let it have it's way, and now it was begging, demanding to be let out. Luckily for him he had years of practice keeping internal monsters in check. As they walked out of the cell and came across another guard who looked at them oddly, Quinn said, "He got sleepy and decided to take a nap." Then he shrugged, everything was normal. Nothing had happened. Nope. He was Mister Innocent.

Quinn wasn't sure if he liked the man he was becoming, but he also wasn't sure he had much choice in the matter. The were gene that had infected him hadn't been a normal one. Of that he was completely certain. Deanna had been shocked that he'd been able to shift into both a wolf and a werewolf. Apparently that wasn't natural. The virus was a mutated form of the lycanthrope gene. Several were's had bitten him and it changed grew into something that would affect him in a way that he still wasn't sure about. Something he still wasn't sure he was strong enough to control.

Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 9:17 pm

Where you used to be,
There is a hole in the world,
Which I find myself constantly

Walking around in the daytime,
And falling in at night.
I miss you like hell.

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During the past days, this particular werewolf's priority was protecting his surviving employees. The lightning from the fighting dragons had urged him to protect his little pack and to do that, he had reverted to his human form. He was wearing only a pair of leather pants and hadn't thought to wear armor the day of the waves, and had he, he'd be one of the drowned victims most likely. What had he done to protect everyone on the Siren's roof? The 'Charmer' had erected a force shield to try and protect them. Should lightning strike it, it would hopefully hold an d not strike him or his group.

Due to eating very little the past week or so, he was ravenous. What food was found by Tyrelle and Tristan was divided up among everyone else for the most part. Sunburn was hell to deal with and those suffering from it, he felt bad about. He did his best to comfort them, even if it meant hunting down a plant or salve to soothe sunburns. Luckily there was a salve in the first aid kit that had been floating around in the interior of the Siren. It had been applied to those with the worst of the sunburns.

When the fighting dragons had finished their skirmish, he lowered the shield and considering using magic drained him, he had sat on the roof for a while to catch his breath. Being trapped up here was beginning to drive him nuts! He had struggled for days to find a way off that infernal roof and thankfully Tristan spotted the guards rescuing people and began waving them over. After a bit of a talk with the guards, he began loading the women first onto the awaiting vessel. They were eager to get somewhere safe, and that remained one of his top priorities.

No one was fatally injured, but minor and moderate wounds had been tended too at least. And when the guards came collecting folks, he was among the many who went with them. He had to protect his charges. Where he would end up, he wasn't sure, but word had spread that people were being taken to one of two places. Either the palace, or some woman's mansion. Some were at the temple, but getting there wasn't quite easy it seemed. No deity had answered his prayers directly, so he and his little party were left to their own devices. The heat was brutal, the sunburn awful for some of his girls. Everyone lost a little weight, but he was determined they would be safe.

Luckily, he had his party loaded into the canoes, rafts, or whatever vessels were provided and they were taken to this mysterious mansion he had heard about. How well they'd be received, he wasn't sure, but he had to at least get those he now cared about to safety. He hadn't slept in days and his emotional state was as raw as anyone else's. The growing stench within the city was enough to drive a man insane and by now, he was struggling to remain the 'strong one' for everyone. His wolf longed to hunt and was growing restless, and all the shifting he had done had worn him out. He was beyond tired, he was extremely exhausted.

He hasn't had a rut since before the waves and he wasn't even thinking about sexual things at all, and that was rather disturbing for a Satyr. Tristan and Tyrelle were in as bad a shape as he was, since they were the duo helping him care for all these women. He was sure their lives were as changed as much as his own; everyone was suffering, and would continue to do so for some time. It was going to take months for things to return to some semblance of normalcy.

Normal....what the hell was that?!

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{Much later..}

Maybe it was the rocking of the boat, or the sweltering heat, but his eyes rolled back in their sockets as the world faded to black and then purest oblivion.

He had fallen unconscious.

The werewolf could take a beating from the elements for so long before even he was brought down and eventually sheer exhaustion had brought him down into the depths of oblivion. How long he would remain within its sweet embrace, he wasn't sure, nor were any of his companions. They had napped off and on, but he hadn't slept all that much. He had protected them from looters, the dragons, the weather, everything thrown at them. But what truly broke his heart, was the losses they had suffered.

Darkness had eventually enveloped him and when it did, he wasn't quite sure. He had fallen unconscious from extreme exhaustion and heat-sickness combined with heartache and grief. His upper back was red from the blistering sun, his face felt raw, like someone had clawed it off. His usually well kept hair was a tangled, matted mess. He had lost a little bit of weight too, but nothing extreme; nothing a good hunt wouldn't fix. Little did he know he had passed out on the boat about an hour before they all arrived at the mansion.

This shocked Lily and Tera most of all, but it was Lily who pillowed his head in her lap. He was unknowingly propped up against her and his legs dangled over the side of the boat. His arms just fell limp where they lay. At least no one would trample him. He had struggled to remain awake, but with a restless inner beast and the exhaustion plaguing, unconsciousness was better; his body could restore itself.

Even though they were all exhausted, it was a weary Tyrelle who would greet the Lady Victoire if she were the one greeting them. Or he'd talk to whomever did greet them and explain they all needed medical treatment for their various conditions. Struggling to maintain his composure, Tyrelle spoke sotly, his voice rough, and raspy from being parched.

"We are ever so grateful for your gracious hospitality. I am Tyrelle." he said, bowing his head and striving to not forget his manners. "I know we have just arrived and I'm quite sure the healers and everyone else are terribly busy, but if you would be so kind to send a couple of them our way, I would greatly appreciate it. I would also like us to remain together if possible." Meaning they could be in neighboring rooms if such could be done. He knew Seterios wouldn't want them scattered about.

Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 1:02 am

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Given the situation, Alerion had cast his manners aside and rightly so. When you're the King of Aleris and some one infiltrates into your private study, introductions can be postponed and questions are asked first. Considering the recent trauma in the city - emotions of anger and sadness building - someone is bound to want to come after you and feasibly kill you. Djarin was among these ranks and for all Alerion knew, so was Deanna and Quinn.

Alerion listened with open ears to what Quinn and Deanna had to say, but it was obvious they were trying to shuffle out of his study as quickly as possible. A brow arched when Deanna mentioned that Djarin was a Prophet of Tempesturo, in short, a messenger of Chaos. Despite Deanna and Quinn's story, he still could not fathom why they would join Djarin in his now pointless revelation.

"So, you followed this man who at the time was carrying the skeleton of a dead woman and spoke of a great revealing. Despite my number of guards and safety, when did this ever seem like a good idea to either of you?"

Before Alerion could get any answers however, one of his guards had interrupted by calling Deanna quite a few names to which Deanna responded by breaking his spear in half and bashing him across the head with it repeatedly. The young man fell backwards with a dented helmet into the arms of his other guards, quite dazed. Of course, this made the other soldiers want to rally an attack against the exceptionally strong woman.

Alerion stood and held up a hand to stop all of the people who were in his study. He was tired of this whole ordeal already.

"Lady DiCorvinio, while I certainly do not condone my guard's actions, I would also appreciate it if you did not fly off the handle and injure them either. If you weren't aware, I am short a great number of guards who have already died to the tidal waves so I would like to keep those I have in working condition. Besides, I am a grown man - a ruler of this land - and I know when they have done something wrong and to punish them accordingly for their actions. By acting so rashly as you have, you only make yourself look equal in foolishness to him," Alerion said nodding towards the young soldier who was still very hurt. Alerion eyed a few soldiers for a moment and then waved his hand towards the door. "Get him some medical assistance and get these dead bodies out of here."

That was the problem with therianthropes. Their blind rage and fury often had them acting before they realized the repercussions of things. They thought they were invisible. That being said, he did not feel the need to take Deanna and Quinn prisoner for their actions. The duo seemed to be very clueless over the whole situation no matter how much they tried explained.

"Lord Redmont, you say you came to ensure my safety, but Lady DiCorvinio has already said otherwise - that you two had no general concern for my safety at the time you followed this prophet. Regardless of the inconsistencies in both of your stories, I think you two are finished here."

Alerion looked to one of his older guards, a man who gave off the appearance of being more seasoned in battle and war then the youthful soldier who had taken a blow to the head. The guard leaned in towards Alerion as the King spoke. "Make sure their story is cleared and then let them go." He looked back to Deanna and Quinn. "I hope you two are telling me the truth and that you at least had no ill intentions by sneaking into my study with this man. I've been through too many managers of The Oak Barrel Tavern already. I'd hate to lose another."

With that, Deanna and Quinn were led out of his study and to the dungeons where they would wait for only a little while until witnesses cleared their story. Once alone, Alerion looked at the revolving bookshelf and sat back down behind his desk, his arms folded across the smooth oak for a moment.

"Looks like we will have to do something about that bookshelf," Alerion said turning to the two guards left in his room. "Perhaps move to another room in the castle."

"I think I know of an excellent room, Your Majesty," one of the guards said.

"Your recommendations would be most welcome," Alerion began. "There's already so much to do. With the Mayor of Jade City not offering support and shutting out refugees, we are running out of space in the castle. Gods, help these awful waters recede so we can rebuild this city once more."

Alerion dropped his hands wearily into his lap for a moment then looked back to his guard questioningly. "Now where is Victor Sage at?"

Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 2:01 pm

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Hours after the deal had been struck, Maxim remained in a room shuttered and blocked to prevent any sunlight from disturbing him. The shimmering onyx sheen of the armor he had adopted meshed well with the dark shades of verdant green that it was trimmed in; though most of the pieces had already been strapped into place, the plates designed to guard his shoulders hadn't. Instead, he simply stared at the sigil of Jade City while dragging a knife across it in methodical, precise patterns. Fragments of metal lined the floor around him, and even when he sensed that he wasn't alone anymore, he continued with the task.

Her hand drifted across the dark green cloth draped around his shoulders, and lowered just slightly, so that she could be certain he was still carrying the blades she had gone to the trouble of recovering and repairing for him. He was, though they were now hidden in makeshift sheaths across his lower back. She peered over his shoulder then, to get a glance at whatever it was that he was doing, and an arrogant smirk formed as she shook her head in amusement. "Is that really necessary, Maxim? Those who would know you aren't here, out of your way, and those who don't know you won't need a scarred insignia to remind them when this is all over," she informed him, in the kind of tone one uses when they're stating the obvious just to be obnoxious.

"Don't you ever knock?"

"When, oh mighty Lord Redmont, was the last time you saw me use a door? I didn't master these powers just to act normal, you know. I could just smash through a ceiling or wall, but the sun is pretty bright today and I don't think you'd appreciate that very much."

He glanced over his shoulder at her, and that smile that could be both alluring and aggravating in the same instance finally was met with a sarcastic smirk from him in response. "Sometimes, I wonder where you'd be if we hadn't run into each other," she added, as she took the piece he had been working on and began strapping it in place for him, her fingers briefly touching the lines of the jagged 'R' that he had carved in place over the emblem of the city itself. "If I had to guess, I'd say I'd probably be off on some island, relaxing and enjoying life in general. Instead, I'm stuck here, with you," he snapped back, unable to resist the urge to offer her a similarly antagonistic smile, though there were shades of another emotion under that. She was quiet for a moment, though her eyes narrowed, before she picked up the final piece of the armor -- a simple mask, designed to hide the lower part of his face.

"Unfortunately, I imagine appearances are everything in this place," he sighed in resignation, and she shook her head in silent displeasure. "A blind person could still probably pick you out of a crowd, Maxim Redmont -- even underwater," she muttered, before turning her back to one of the windows. Though it was opened barely long enough for there to be any noticeable change in the air (and as it was facing away from the setting sun, no light could've broken through), he already knew what she had done. The mask having been discarded, he leaned back in the chair and tilted his head slightly, unable to refrain from smiling. "What brought you here? It isn't like you to show concern for me." "I'm holding on to a fantasy, Maxim, of you leaving and not coming back for a very, very long time. What kind of woman would I be if I didn't at least wish you good luck in your travels that take you so very, very far away? After all, you could die, and then being stuck here with me is probably preferable to anything you could dream up. I do believe I'll be leaving you now, though. If absence makes the heart grow fonder, then I can't wait to not see you for a while," she taunted, on purpose, before her face grew serious. "But if you should need me, Maxim, you know I'm never far."

He didn't bother responding -- he knew she wouldn't hear it. Instead, he rose from where he had been seated, brushing the pieces of metal away from the desk as he moved towards the door to his room. The sun was setting quickly, and the Redmont had a feeling that, as per usual, the real trouble was just beginning. Descending the stairs two at a time, he moved through the decadent halls of the city's private manor with abhorrent distaste for the excesses shown by Jade City's overseers, and the few guards he did pass were simply ignored.

However, by the time he reached the doors, that same commander from before was blocking his path. "Maybe you don't realize it, Redmont, but you've started something. Whether or not it's a good thing remains to be seen, but we're allowing refugees from Joi in already. Mayor MacJacqass wants you to go to Grand City personally, to inform them of the change in Jade City's policy," the man explained. "Is that really his name?" Maxim asked, that trademark smirk of sarcastic amusement briefly forming. The commander shrugged, and moved out of the former slayer's way with a brief nod. "According to most of my men, I think so. Still, I wouldn't ask him about it, if I were you. And if you would, get back here as soon as possible. I have a feeling we're going to need you." Maxim nodded and stepped out into the withering heat of the evening, already looking towards the highway that led out of Jade City and towards the capital, Grand City itself.

It was absolutely not where he had wanted to go, but it seemed like fate had something in store for him and wasn't about to be denied. After a moment, the Redmont started moving with that familiar brisk pace, with a feeling of renewed purpose.

"I'd tell her she was right, but then I'd never hear the end of it."

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The Lady Layla Victoire sat at her desk, rubbing her aching temples when the knock was heard. She groaned as she had asked just before retiring to her study not five minutes ago that she wished to have a bit of piece and quiet, at least fifteen minutes worth. This was not to be.

“Come,” she sighed wearily as the captain of Bariston's guard entered quietly and saluted her. Layla lifted her head as she attempted to smooth down her blonde curls that were in disarray, much to the surprise of Captain Ambrose Pennington. Nearly close to fifty, yet still fit and firm as a man half his age, the Captain couldn't help stare at his Lady upon seeing her so disheveled.

Regardless of the present state of Elved and its surrounding continents, Lady Victoire had always managed to remain cool and collected, an intense woman of seemingly endless energy and effortless appearance, the Lady regarded him with bloodshot gray eyes rimmed with dark circles. Captain knew she was to the point of exhaustion, seeing as she had worked non stop since what seemed the beginning of the end of Aleris. She had gone as far as opening her own private mansion to the public to house as many as possible, and even setting up her solar as a makeshift infirmary.

“What is it Ambrose?” She stood and smoothed the wrinkles from her dress, knowing fully well what a sorry sight she must seem to him. “More refugees wanted to seek shelter in the mansion?” Lady Victoire shook her head, barely stifling a yawn before she continued. “We are at full capacity as is. I simply cannot hold anymore.” There was her solar that had been converted into a makeshift infirmary, but Layla refused to use that for any other purpose than tending the sick. As it was, she was presently housing as many refugees as possible, not to mention a third of Bariston's guards to keep peace in her household. Lady Victoire wasn't a stupid woman, and hadn't relied on her looks alone to get as far in life as she had, hence the guards.

“My Lady, I came to inform you that word was brought from Eiler. King Alerion has opened the castle to stranded survivors.” Ambrose smiled faintly, knowing his Lady's great rivalry with the King. “Most kind of him, was it not? Also, reports of, well, dragons my lady. Apparently they sprung from the ocean's depths and began attacking the civilians?” Captain Pennington shook his head. “Chaos amongst the chaos. I cannot confirm the actualities, but the dragons from what I have heard, are no longer a threat to the citizens of Eiler. Whether they will return is another matter.”

Lady Victoire digested that information with a frown. “Dragons from the sea? I wasn't aware dragons even lived in the sea.” She pointedly ignored the part where Alerion opened his castle to survivors of the tidal waves. The death toll in Eiler, she had heard, was far greater than Elved. Though no one could have predicted the abrupt temperament of the gods, nor the natural disasters that followed as a result of such follies, Layla had done her best to protect the people she was charged with.

Since the tidal waves, the entire city of Bariston was under marshal law, something she had already set her mind to before Captain had even suggested it to her. Natural disasters often brought out the worst in people, and Layla was fully prepared to keep her city under law and order. That was only the first of many preparations Bariston's ruling lady had made prior to the devastating flooding that claimed many lives and destroyed much of the southern and port areas of Bariston.

The sailors and fisherman were first to spot the primary tidal wave. Those closest to shore who were able to return to port in time sent word so that it spread like wild fire. Layla had given order that all must be evacuated and forced to higher ground immediately. Her mansion, with its high stone walls was opened to the people and used as an emergency shelter. The Lady had given her guard full authority over the people, and rounded as many up as possible within the time period allowed. Those who lagged behind, fools who assumed their possessions were far more valuable than their lives were left behind to seek shelter on higher grounds. Many lives were unaccounted for in the aftermath, but with careful planning from Bariston's leader and her men, the mass of bodies that should have been were reduced greatly.

Supplies, food and water were not an issue either. For years, Lady Victoire had implemented higher taxes on the people, most of which hated the idea. To simplify, those with a trade had a choice: pay the taxes with gold or the goods of their trade. Fisherman agreed to extra shares of seafood, which was promptly salted, pickled and/or smoked to preserve. Farmers could provide extra fruits, vegetables, and grains, not to mention cattle, sheep and goats. All foods were stored in a cellar beneath Layla's mansion, which displeased the populace for they wrongly assumed that the Lady was hoarding their profits and provisions for herself. They couldn't be further from the truth.

The Lady Victoire was preparing. Not that she could have foreseen the natural disasters that would take place years later, but Victoire had always felt it was best to prepare for situations should the need arise. Famines and war were common occurrences, and she would be damned if her people starved and suffered due to her negligence. Hence the higher taxing. A separate unit was used to store supplies such as blankets, clothing items, weapons and cooking items, leathers, medicinal needs.

Still, all the planning in the world hadn't saved those who died that fateful day. Now the heat had returned and the ripe stench of corpses, dead animals and fish filled the air. Her guard had done what they could to remove as many as possible, but in certain areas, the waters remained high and travel was near impossible. So they would wait, and suffer the stench. Inns and taverns that were built on higher ground were used to house as well, and Layla Victoire vowed that those who used their businesses as shelters in this great time of need would be rewarded once Bariston and its Port was up and running once more.

“Shall I continue Lady, or would you like to resume this another time. Perhaps a bit of rest would do you some good.” Ambrose Pennington asked her gently, knowing she was a proud woman who would immediately refuse his offer. And she did.

Layla shook her head once more as she reached for a decanter of brandy and began to pour two glasses. She handed one to her Captain and saluted him with her own glass before sipping delicately. “Plenty of sleep when I am dead, Captain. Pray continue.”

“Very well, Lady. There were a few instances of trouble with the locals in the mansion. Accusations of thievery and whatnot. Trivial really, but I had them removed. They now reside at one of the inns nearby.” Ambrose tugged at his salt and pepper mustache, a grin forming on his lips. “They put up bit of a protest, but I informed them the alternative was exile out to sea.” He chuckled then. “That seemed to still their tongues.” Captain Pennington was a stern man who booked no nonsense when it came to the general populace. His main priority was the safety of his people, yes, but not at the expense of his gracious Lady.

“Well done, Captain.” She praised him smiling before listening to the older man go on about their list of supplies and food. “We are holding well with the fish and grains lady, but meat is apparently in demand, specifically salted beef. Perhaps we should withhold for now, until we can at least determined when the waters part from land?”

Layla nodded as she refilled her glass. “Absolutely. Portion control, Captain. My people are far from starving. They have been provided clothing, shelter and food. It will not bring back those they lost, but I have not left them to roast upon rooftops and abandon buildings like...some.” Her lips curled in a sneer before she drained her glass.

“If there is nothing else, Ambrose, would you be so kind to see if my dinner is ready. I think I shall eat in my study.” Though nearing dusk, the heat was still oppressive and Layla had thrown open every window for some relief. It barely helped. Normally she would eat in the main dining hall with her men and officials, but after another tiresome day of listening to her people's demands and complaints, Layla decided some welcome quiet and alone time was sorely needed.

“Of course my lady. I will see to it immediately.” He bowed his head and turned to leave before stopping abruptly. “Oh! There is one last thing.” Lady Victoire sighed once more but had to smile. There always was 'one last thing'. “Go on, Ambrose. What is it?”

“It appears that some survivors managed to wash up upon our lands. I don't believe they are locals, in fact...” He frowned then, scratching at his balding head. “I am almost positive they are from Eiler. How they managed to sail across the ocean to this continent is beyond me, and even more so, it would seem they all survived. Miles is with them now with a few men, detaining them until I have your orders.”

Lady Victoire arched a blonde brow at this new bit of news. As far as she was aware, none from neighboring continents had sought refuge here in Elved. “How very interesting. I assume they are in need of food and drink, possibly medical care?” Ambrose nodded to her. “Indeed, my lady. What would you have me do?”

Part of Layla was angered that Eiler's great King was unable to attend to his own people, people who were obviously in such a desperate state that they would brave the waters and heat as they jumped continents. Still....

“Very well, Captain. Have Miles bring them to the infirmary. See that their wounds are tended to, and that they are clothed and fed. I will seek them out in the morning, but for now, my dinner please.”

The Captain of the Guards took his leave and left Layla alone once more. She slumped back in her chair, too tired to stand and considered the Captain's words. More people. More mouths to feed. More supplies given. If the gods didn't get their acts together soon, Layla wasn't sure how she would be able to continue to provide.

Food arrived shortly after, and before eating she prayed to her god, to Galenous.

“Galenous, I thank you for this food, and for giving me another day to ensure the safety of my people. I would seek your strength and counsel during these trying times, and perhaps some assurance that the worst is over soon, so that we might rebuild and become strong again.” She paused, considering her next words. “Give me a sign, great god, that the waters will return to the oceans from whence they came. Give me a sign of hope for my people, that whatever strife that occurs between you and your brethren shall soon come to an end.”

Her prayer finished, Layla began to eat as she found herself famished. She could only hope that the god she worshiped had heard her fervent prayer.

Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 6:59 am

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Chaliceton was once the white jewel of Arthuran praised for its beauty and hardy people who build a life in an otherwise savage land. Now it's the city of slush and terror in a world gone mad. Madrin is glad that the ancient builders had the foresight to prepare for the eventual attacks from hostiles of all sorts no matter if they are man or monster. The walls stand twenty-five feet tall and are made of interlocking stones infused with magic for extra stability. There is one catapult each for the four towers that are built in each of the cardinal directions . Each wall has two ballistae placed an equal distance from each other. The siege weapons are all set in swiveling platforms so that they can be directed towards threats quickly. The town militia does regular practice drills every two weeks in preparation for their need. Chaliceton is a small fortress compared to places like Grand city and others, but it's a tough nut to crack.

He thought earthquakes usually stop after a certain amount of time. What is the deal with the ten second intervals, thankfully they were very subdued. However, as time passed their severity increased tenfold. Sedric(Sir. Shine to him) fortunately, has a great deal of experience with calming fearful mobs. Madrin thinks that long blond hair of his may have mystic powers. He quickly eased the mass panic and soothed their wavering hearts. The guard commander decided to put him in charge of evacuating the civilians to the secure cellars used as shelters in dire situations. Madrin did what he could to help keep their sprits high by answering any questions they had, and making sure the groups stayed orderly.

If you had asked him this morning what's the biggest animal he had ever seen Madrin would have told you about a killer whale he noticed feeding on the shark population. Madrin and Sedric had attracted them due to all the blood in the water from the foolish pirate ship that was sinking quickly. Madrin and Sedric reduced shipping route hazards a lot that day, while on the way to Chaliceton. The traders were pleased and gave them both letters of introduction to the local guard garrison.

Now he would say, a six legged behemoth that towered over the walls of Chaliceton at easily three times the height. It had to weigh over a million tons, and that wickedly barbed tale didn't exactly say it just wants to cuddle. Well at least he knows why they were having such strange earthquakes. The catapults began to fire as soon as it the monster was in range, the rhythm was almost therapeutic. After a few minutes it was at the extreme distance of the southeastern walls ballistae and so, they joined the symphony. Bastard, why aren't you even slowing down if he had several thousand pounds of rock and steel assaulting him it would slow his pace at least, or turn him into mush. They just haven't done enough damage this thing it must have massive recovery power.

Madrin's mother always said no matter how big you are if someone shatters your knee you won't be going anywhere. That seems like a sound strategy to him it has six knees after all.

"Hey, George turn that overgrown crossbow of yours about and aim for the kneecaps you can't miss them their the size of your ego!" The smile on his face was not a happy one, and his glare has caused more than a few men to cower like mice. George had guts he was a retired soldier that once served as an elite member of the kings guard. However, he never learned humility. His ego is why he was discharged and sent on a boat to Chaliceton where he was encouraged to stay. His once brown hair had become a neatly trimmed bowl cut in a dull shade of gray. He was easily one of the best fighters in the militia but, he wasn't trusted enough for real command. So he was is one of the head operators for the siege weapons. The archers' leaders have shown some good tactics by having them focus their volleys on its tender throat and soft underbelly.

When George and the other operators followed Madrin's directions after far too much lip for their own good the beast started to slow a little. Unfortunately both of the southeastern ballistae along with all of their crew were smashed to ruins by that oversized mace the creature used as a tail. Seconds after the devastation he met eyes with the beast. Madrin could feel the rage he always keeps in check slip his control. It was different this time instead of a cultivated flame it was a raging inferno. That was when he felt fear greater than any he had felt in my life. Madrin knew they shared a kindred fire and frankly that was terrifying. How could he empathize with a mindless weapon that knew only anger and pain. Madrin was ashamed of himself on so many levels. However, he will use his rage and any other tool at his disposal to find justice for the people. For the first time in Madrin's life he decided to pray with all his heart because he was positive that this could very well be the last day of his life.

"Aurora, please protect the common folk who take shelter beneath the land under my feet waiting for the outcome of this battle, don't let their hope be for naught. Tempesturo, give my comrades the will to go on with this battle no matter how desperate it gets, because many innocent lives rest on the outcome. Galenous, allow those that fall know that they did well and give them peaceful thoughts as they pass from this world. Elysia, many will meet your embrace this day I ask you to give them your love, because they go to you with much accomplished."

"Sedric, I just want you to know it was an honor to serve with you even though it was brief." Madrin drew his belt dagger and his boot knife with purpose in his heart was strangely light as if his worries had melted away.

"Gods I beg you to let my mother live a peaceful life where she dies quietly in bed after many years of happiness. She will make my afterlife absolutely terrible if I die before her I hope to avoid that."

"Guess what you bastard I am going to teach you what it's like to have fleas biting you all over. Oh yeah I want you to remember something about us weak mortals we are just as dangerous as the gods and a whole lot crazier...Heh." The gin on his face had been the last thing many beings large and small had seen before their rather bloody death. You may have a massive healing rate monster but, Madrin would bet his life on the reasoning that a lot of energy is used to keep functioning normally in fact he is. With that Madrin leaped from the walls daggers first and buried them with the all the force his adrenaline could give him and began to climb it's putrid hide one stab at a time. Madrin hoped it was as stupid as it looked because the more effort it spends trying to swat his irritating presence the less other people get hurt. First, he wanted to see how much damage he can do to its eyes.

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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 8:43 am

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Couldn't help that she was small-breasted, she aged slowly. Kyrian aged faster than she did and she wondered how much longer it was going to take her to grow! That -punk-, he hadn't even come to check on her and when she saw him again, she was going to whoop him!

That was for another time though.

When she slumbered, she felt quite safe with Melvin, despite the fact he was -far- from being the perfect gentleman. Boogers, belcing, farting, snorting, drooling, scratching himself, picking his nose and hocking loogies, or snorting them back up into his nose, it was enough to drive her -insane-!
Gods..she wanted to toss him into a big vat of PERFUME! And then a huge pile of flea powder afterwards. She was going to have to teach him about bathing. It was coming, soon, oh how it was coming, he was -so- getting a bath! He was gonna be scrubbed, pampered, and primped out when she was through with him.

Melvin, Evil Were Beasty was getting an Extreme Makeover, Ita Style!!

He might not love her so much when she was through, but he'd be flea, tick, and louse free. Oh yes, she was getting rid of those pesky parasites. She was -tired- of itching!

The louse in her hair he crushed, she -freaked- out, girlishly of course. Quite a few -'Ewww's-! and even a few moments of clawing at her tangled mess of hair had her panicked. "Get them out, Meeellllvvviiinn! I don't want bugs on me or in my hair! Least not louses! Or Fleas!" Eventually she would calm, but she tried to hide her precious hair under that bandana she wore.

She couldn't wait much longer for a bath. Poor girl, she was caked in dirt and looking like she had taken a dirt-bath. Clinging to his head, since she was on his shoulders again, she whimpered. "I want a -bath-, so bad. I want a giant tub, countless bubbles, and a great big jug of soap!" she murmured into that pointy ear of his.

She usually wasn't a whiner or complainer, but going for nearly two to three weeks without a bath would put any girl out of sorts. When she wasn't sleeping, she was keeping watch for land or doing anything she could think of to remain un-bored.

Sometimes she hummed, other times she sang, a couple times she danced in the air 'til she was tired. Even her wings were filthy, but she could still fly!

She was -so- not slapping his 'globes' or tickling them, but she was glad he liked his war-skirt. Sure, she looked at him like he had booger-loogies dangling from his nose or like he had a nipple on his forehead, but it was because she was simply astounded by him sometimes. No, he wasn't overly bright about most things, but being a doofus made him adoreable. No wait...

IT MADE HIM -CUUUTTEEEE!-

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As for his ideas of sex appeal, she was ignorantly blissful. She had -no- clue about any of that stuff. She was innocent! He did protect her and for that, she was proud of him, and grateful. She didn't quite mess herself from fear, but she did fear the lightning, and rightly so. If it struck either of them, it would hurt badly or do far worse. And she wanted to live a really long time!

As for his bowel problems, she couldn't do much about that. There was no pink anti-diarreal medicine in her bag of treasures!

"Stud of studs...? Isn't a stud a horse?" Least that's what her Papa and her brother Josh called the male horses when mating season came along. -Spring-. Oh no...mating season had been skipped! Her poor ears...all the filth they were hearing. Her mind...it'd need scrubbing like the rest of her!

He did a wonderful job of protecting her from the Dragons, but she didn't fear them, for she was more curious, but she did understand the dangers they posed, so curbed her curiousity as best she could. Still, she peeked out to watch them, fascinated there were -sea- dragons here. At home, she'd have to try and draw them, see if anyone knew about them. For now, she hunkered behind or beside Melvin until it was safe for them to leave the sanctuary of the tall buildings after the Dragons vanished.

When his massive paw covered her face to shield her eyes, she struggled when she couldn't breath. She had to poke him in the ribs lest she pass out. His hand still smelt like pee and ass, from him scratching himself. She -almost- passed out from that alone. It was a stench which clung with her for a while.

He eventually covered just her eyes and she did the only thing she could; sit on his lap and wait for the horrors to be gone. When she could finally sleep, she fell asleep against him, snoozing through the night, curled up against his flea-ridden, matted belly, nestled in the crook of his arm. It made an awesome pillow, though she had to fight mosquitos and flies by swatting at them throughout the night.
Off and on she slept, til at last she drifted into a deep slumber.

Eventually she awakened enough to just watch him when she felt him moving about. When he nearly peed on her, she darted out of the way, on tired wings. "Hey...I don't need that kind of shower! And..you said a baaad word!" she exclaimed and then swatted him on the shoulder. Whenever she had to -go-, she darted off behind something. It made her long for a bath even more. Still, she did what she could to stay clean.

On and on.....forever and a day they sailed. Or so it seemed like eternity to her. With the next rising of the sun, she still slept. And she snoozed til about nine in the morning, when the sun woke her. Heat exhaustion made her feel really sleepy and tired, and very thirsty. She drunk what she thought was two gallons of thier water, but it was really about two cups worth before she drifted back into a half-dreamy lull. Her wings fluttered to help create a bit of a breeze, but even that was tiring her out.

Melvin blowing on her did make her retch and she did puke, which made her tummy feel all the worse. The rocking of the canoe and the hot sun was taking thier toll on the jovial girl. He was fanning her and she glanced up at him gratefully, smiling softly, though her stomach lurched and heaved. Eventually she fell asleep again, curled up almost in a ball.

The louses in her hair, would soon be destroyed. He got the one, but any others would be destroyed very soon. She didn't want tiny invaders in her precious locks.

His 'tugging' problem, she could do nothing about that, but would be very happy he was thoughtful enough to not do that around her if she ever learned of it.

Breathing in the heat was like trying to breath near a forge and even soaking herself in water only cooled her for so long. Wasting thier remaining drinking water wouldn't be good for either of them. Even though they were rationing it, she was still feeling quite dehydrated. She even looked a little less sparkly from being so dirty.

Gave a cheer when she spotted the land and pointed at it. "LAND HO! Go for it!" Twenty yards soon gave way to fifteen, the water becoming more shallow as they neared the shore. The water seemed clear too, but she wasn't about to take any chances just yet. Ten yards and she was about ready to fly ashore, but she didn't feel quite strong enough to trust herself to make even that short distance.

And then Melvin started jumping up and down cheering, which encouraged her too and that upended the boat and Melvin with it. She shrieked out of surprise thinking he would sink and she'd have to try and save him and wondered if she would be strong enough too. With him flailing around, it was rather comical, but a little scary too. "Melvin! Melvin! Stop thrashing, it's only a couple feet deep! Pull me to shore! I want to sit in the shade, its -hot-." Though he was cooled off thanks to his premature dunking her she was a bit wet thanks to his splashing.

Head tilted when he starting modeling and posing, and that caused her to laugh hysterically. "Silly wolf, let's get ashore. You can strut all you want on land." she promised. With that, he pulled the canoe to the shoreline and she wasted no time in staring at it for a long moment. They had reached land again and she was ever so glad. And then she struggled to get out of the canoe and onto the bank, where she promptly fell to her knees.

She didn't care that it might be somewhat muddy, she didn't have her land-legs back yet. Propping herself up on one hand, she stared at the water and then began splashing some of it in her face, cupping it in her hands and bringing it to her face, washing some of the grime off. She then washed her arms and decided to just dunk herself in the clean, fresh water.

Moving out a few feet, until the water was hip-deep on her, she sunk her bare feet into the silt, sediment, and mud and then submerged herself until every inch of her was soaking wet. Popping back up with a giggle, she flung her grimy tresses behind her and wrung them out as best she could. Swiping up her bandana, she untied it, washed it out, and then twirled it to wring it out and tied her hair back again.

It was far from a proper bath, but it helped to cool her off. She then moved to the bank and up past the waterline, where she promptly sat on her butt upon a flat rock she had spotted. She then laid back to let the sun dry her wings. This would give them a chance to form thier next plans of action. With the canoe on the shore, thier goods would remain dry, so long as it didn't rain again.

"We should find a place to camp for the night, so that and finding some food is our first priorties. Maybe we can find a place near a stream. I think there is one close by, I bet you could use that nose of yours to find it." she said, looking his way. If he were sitting close enough, she'd tap his nose. "What do you say we put your nose to work?"

Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 2:51 pm

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