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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Aug 4, 2012 7:13:40 GMT
Tyrin smiled as the blade glinted in the low lights, "So she can handle a blade..." he whispered to himself. "I will be letting myself out now, team good night I'll see you bright and early." WIth that he left the hall, cloaked himself in shadows, and followed Svetlana. He had played the game he had been taught and now was the time to do what he did best, infiltration. He followed her , his blade still sheathed but the clasp unsnapped just in case. His father's "fever" was simply a hoax, he had been killed and he knew it was either light or an inside job. Svetlana's blade had been the same metal as the knife in his father's chest giving way to even more suspicion.
In the main hall several shadow members had moved into various positions, orders were information gathering. They knew of the old king's passing and uproar was inevitable, unless the perp was caught. Light Clan was suspect number one....kill them if need be but only under true darkness....
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Post by Yuno on Aug 4, 2012 7:23:24 GMT
Svetlana rose to leave feigning just enough drunkeness to make her giggled laugh ringing as she left acceptable. When she cleared the hall she stopped her eyes glowing as she moved. Her brothers fell into place near her as they spoke for a moment. Their whispers finished as they split.
Svetlana kept walking nearing her chambers she opened them stepping inside as Tyrin slipped in behind her. She didn't bother to turn the lights on considering her skin was luminous enough to light her way.
She reached her mirror and slowly she lifted her dress up letting it fall onto the bed and leaving her scantily clad. She smiled lightly, "Tyrin.....if you were hoping to see me naked you could have just asked." she grinned pulling away her bra and letting her hair loose as she continued kicking away her slippers, "If you are here to ask about your father...or you think my brothers aren't aware they were followed...then it might interest you to know...that your men all followed light projections for the last hour...and that my brothers are safely tucked away in very guarded rooms. " she turned her long hair covering her chest her golden eyes focusing on the exact place he stood. "Now...either get out...or tell me why you are here..." she reached for her silver blade and then she let it clatter to the floor before her. "I have no intention of spilling your blood on this carpet."
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Post by Zrascak on Aug 4, 2012 9:12:13 GMT
Sammael had stayed a bit back from the table since he had no real reason to sit down. This had provided him with a good view of the room and so he had got quite a good amount of glimpses as the shadow clan sneaked away. Without any real reason than boredom and the fact that it might be interesting to know what was going on Sammael moved from his spot and followed one of the shadow clan members. As the shadow clan member moved out from the great hall and passed by a small side hallway Sammael rushed forward and dragged him into the smaller hallway and around a corner. Now satisfied that they were not visible from the main hallway Sammael laid one of his finger-claws to the throat of the shadow clan member and pressed him against a wall.
"Now then, please tell me, what is it that you are doing here? Why are you, and do not bother denying it, stalking the light clan? I have heard about the old king dying, very recently, is this true or is it merely one of your clan's deceptions? If it is true then is Tyrin your king now? Come on man, speak up, and do not bother lying, that will only kill you." Sammael said in a low cold voice.
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Post by Edzilla on Aug 4, 2012 9:15:16 GMT
Ooc- just wondering if this is inspired by any specific universe or related to 40k
Torak left without a word, Seta following next to him. He pulled out his knife and began spinning in his fingers as he headed for his bedroom. Guards eyed him nervously, knowing there was little they could do to stop the teen. As he rounded a corner Torak looked back into the hall, light was beginning to fade, darkness taking over. Tyrin.
He hurried up the stairs to his room, it was simpler than Svets. Only containing his rifle, his bed and Setas mat. He pulled off his clothes and lay in bed, this was the worst part of the night, for them both.
A dark figure rose over Torak, many surrounded him. He was sweating scared, Seta lay on the ground next to him. He had his knife in his hands.
"Do it!" The figure boomed, a familiar voice.
Torak looked up, a grim expression on his face.
"Do it or forever be a child!" The figure said again.
Torak felt ashamed, embarrassed, the whole clan laughed at his disgrace.
Torak stood up to the dark figure, "No!" He yelled throwing the knife at the man. Only then did he recognised, his father. The knife plunged deep into his arm, knocking him over, alive. Torak ran, out of the village, into the forest, running far as he could. A voice entered his head, "then forever you will be followed." A daemon stood before him, 3 times his height, gnarled and clawed. It brought down its fist knocking Torak into reality.
Torak sat up in bed breathing heavily, sweating. Seta did the same. It was 4 am, he may as well just stay awake.
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Aug 4, 2012 17:05:46 GMT
{Random Shadow Clan Member}
"Ha you threaten to kill me? Go ahead...if you have the guts..." The Clan Member wasn't afraid of death, they embraced it. "The old king is dead, Tyrin is in power. I'm investigating the death of the old one, murdered by some light scum." The shadows appeared again, swallowing the clansmen "Beware the Light one...she's not as sweet as you think...."
{Tyrin}
Tyrin came out of his stealth, "How did you know I was following you? I was shadow stepping the entire way here..." TYrin smirked, he had to admit her body was one of the finest he had seen even if she was still fully clothed. "I'm here because my fathers death wasn't illness....but you already knew that didn't you...." He smirked laying his own blade on the ground as to prove he meant no harm, but the other one deeper in his cloak was still ready. "So Svetlana, you've seen through my guise what else have you found out? You've obviously know I'm not who everyone thinks, the racist thing was an act, my playing dumb and only being a sniper thing....you should know of my tactical genious...but then again at this right you've surpassed me on that."
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Post by Zrascak on Aug 4, 2012 17:49:37 GMT
Sammael smirked as the shadow clan member began to dissappear into the shadows and, simply to make a point, he reached out and , at the very last moment, used his claw to dig a deep furrow in the clan member's cheek. "So the old king really is dead, how interesting, and murdered by light? I wonder what makes them think that. Maybe I should ask Tyrin himself." Sammael muttered under his breath as he moved away from the spot where he had held the shadow clan member hostage.
Walking silently but quickly Sammael moved to the area where the hunters' rooms were located, however he did not go to his own room, instead he went to Tyrin's room. Making sure that he was unobserved Sammael quickly picked the lock and snuck inside the dark room, closing and locking the door behind himself. As he was inside the room Sammael simply moved over to a corner opposite the door and stood there, making literally no sound at all, only his half-glowing eyes visible in the dark room. Satisfied with his position Sammael resigned himself to waiting until Tyrin came.
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Post by Yuno on Aug 4, 2012 18:23:21 GMT
Svetlana seemed to pay him no mind in a way that was irritating. She moved flicking her hair over her shoulder showing her bear back as she reached pulling away her circlet and several jewels around her neck. "You left the hall before me...but you never arrived at your room. Which meant you must be out still." she reached her mirror and began to drag a brush through her hair dousing her skins natural glow enough that he wouldn't be able to see her topless front in the mirror. "and I know you well enough to know that you wouldn't waste your time on my kin and soldiers when your so clearly interested in me." she turned grinning at him as she slid a cubicle on her dresser open and reached inside.
"What I know about you Tyrin...is damn near everything....your clan isnt very good at keeping their skeletons in the closet..." she smiled in a bittersweet way, "Your father's death not sickness..that isn't what I heard...I heard he died of a Nighlock soaked blade to the heart." she chuckled in a way that made him want to hurt her, "that could make even the best men feel under the weather...."
She turned again drawing a night gown from the mirror and dropping it on the bed as she sauntered past him enjoying the way his eyes followed her body"Not that I did it mind you....I do know who did it....but thats a very valuable piece of information...what's it worth to you?"
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Aug 4, 2012 18:39:59 GMT
"Dammit Svet...your family always was greedy politicians...what do you want for the info?" Tyrin knew the price would be high, light clan knew how to hide there skeletons, but what he could gather was they were good at a few things, politics, espionage, and assassination. "Oh and Svet..." Tyrin said stepping closer until his body was mere inches from hers, "...you forgot one thing..." he reached around her pulling her in "...shadows are always around." With that everything went dark and he vanished again, reappearing across the room with 4 guards.
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Post by Yuno on Aug 4, 2012 19:02:02 GMT
She turned her eyes glowing with what Tyrin realized had to be rage. It struck him seconds before it was too late for his guards that perhaps bring four men into a room with a princess who was mostly naked might be a poor plan. But by the time this struck him her hands had raised as light struck from them at the men. "And you forget...the light always chases away shadows." he turned as the room exploded with light bright enough to blind him.
The light faded just as he felt himself crash to the floor and found her kneeling on top of him a look of irritation on his face. The places where his men had been now had little piles of smoking ash in their place and her golden eyes were leering as she leaned down to him her face inches from his, "I was going to tell you....and i wasn't going to make you pay for it if you'd asked nicely...but you embarass me by dragging your men in here...like they could actually do anything to me..." she sneered at him her hand reaching into his hair and pulling back his head, "But you arrogant shadow clanners...can't ask nicely...and always treat your opponents like they are fools. And now my rug needs cleaning." and then she grinned suddenly at him a very mysterious smile as she studied him from her position straddling him.
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Post by Edzilla on Aug 4, 2012 19:14:44 GMT
Torak talked to Seta, the wolf was sensing things as it could, Spirit wolfs had a unknown ability, they could smell the use of magic. "dark, pure black magic is in use, you known the man."
"well then let's go find it., I'm sure him and his friends won't mind a visit." he grabbed his rifle and blade and stepped out the door following the wolf. He followed the grey wolf to Svets room, crouching by the door magic poured out, light and dark. "Tyrin is in here, as is the half breed." Seta murmured quietly in wolfspeak. Torak looked at him, suggestively. Seta sighed, "they aren't.."
Torak loaded his rifle, holding his knife in his mouth, putting his ear against the wall. "Tyrin hates half breed, if he's there it's probably to fight," Torak whispered, "if something happens, we go in." Torak still hid his agenda, even though not even Seta knew.
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Aug 4, 2012 19:38:46 GMT
"God dammit...fine you win....my guards will leave the premises now and won't follow anymore of your men." Tyrin said rather submissively, he had lost this one and if she wanted she could kill him. But her motives were clear she needed him, but for what? "Svetlana...allow me to apologize for my ignorance, please my dear." He threw the last part in just to make her remember until otherwise they were to wed, and he held a major part in getting rid of that the situation cleanly, if she hated him as much as she said. "And if you would...let me up....we're not alone...Torak and his wolf are outside the door."
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Post by Esiphas on Aug 5, 2012 1:22:39 GMT
Ooc- Nice to see some Autonomy here.
In answer to yoyr question Edzilla, Tgere are more than likely inspiration leaks all over the thing, but the base universe and Ideas are mine.
Ic- As night fell on the Station, Shutters down tge length of the station began to close, Blocking out tge sun and leaving only a small amount of Artificial light. Sever Kodokhar guards step into place, moving out of hidden Alcoves, Weapons prined. A goodnight message played over the speajers, in Emillia's voice. Then all was quiet.
Ooc- Ldt me know when you are all ready for the hunt to begin.
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Post by Yuno on Aug 5, 2012 6:10:34 GMT
Svetlana grinned at him in a way that seemed to have mischief written all over it as she leaned down loosening her grip on his hair,"Afraid to get caught with a half naked halfbreed in a dominant position over you?" she giggled at him running a hand down the side of his face, "I'll tell you what...I'll tell you who killed your father..." she leaned down to his ear to whisper, "if you can make me believe that you love me and want me... for more than 5 minutes" she grinned glancing up at the door.
"And if you have a problem with the fact that they are outside your room...welll Im told you can take people with you while shadowstepping....so long as you hold them tight" she grinned leaning down to kiss the side of his cheek, "however...if you aren't interested in practicing being madly in love..." she was off of him in a flash her wings circling around her body as she turned her back on him tossing her hair, "Then you know where the door is...and Im certain I won't have to help you out." she turned holding up his hidden blade having pocketed it while whispering, "And I'll keep this to remind myself what a fool my husband to be is..."
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Aug 5, 2012 19:07:35 GMT
Tyrin smirked, she was in charge, she held the cards and it was a royal flush. "5 minutes? What if i want more time than that?" Tyrin was showing his hand, but he had an ace up his sleeve. "Come here my dear..." He held out his hand pulling her in and the the shadows poured around them, more than the norm due to her light magic trying to counteract his. He concentrated on his room, "Deep breath..are you ready?" he said waiting for to nod, when she did he leaned kissing her as the walls around them vanished. It was a bit of a travel, no actually shadow stepping instead he had poured out his energy into a teleporting technique he was perfecting. When they landed, it was in his bed, still wrapped in his arms, but he felt something felt wrong..."Someones here..." he murmured to her.
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Post by Yuno on Aug 5, 2012 20:28:42 GMT
She grinned at him as they teleported, "Then you'll just have to earn more." She smiled as they arrived until he whispered that someone was there. "Of course because who actually respects the sacred ground that is the bedroom." she whispered leaning in to press her lips to his and let out a low giggle as her hand slowly began to glow brighter. She muttered some dirty thing loud enough to be audible as she threw the ball of light letting it explode when it reached the middle of the room lighting it up for a brief moment to reveal Sammael.
She sat up pushing Tyrin off of her at that moment her cheeks flushing slightly...a movement that Tyrin wasn't certain was genuine or faked. Her hands flew to her chest covering it as she stared at him in embarassment. Her wings slowly crept up to wrap around her as she turned jerking Tyrin's cloak off of him and pulling it on. She glared at them both briefly before moving to leave.
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