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Author Topic: the face of the future, the blood in my veins  (Read 394 times)

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Offline Virtuosa Illion

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the face of the future, the blood in my veins
« on: Jul 02, 18, 04:57:03 AM »
Devinos was always the most picturesque of Dea al Mon's Provinces for as long as the young Queen could remember. For all of Virtuosa's bias regarding Esgarth (because of course she was of the opinion that her own home was the most beautiful), it was some kind of unspoken commonality that the northernmost Province within the Territory seemed to hold a pristine, untarnished quality to it. A sharper beauty not quite as rugged - but still unquestioningly deadly - as the other two. Such a trait was only made more impressive by the fact that it still remained the only Province to yet find itself embroiled in attacks from the wretched Brood. Esgarth had been more fortunate than the long-overrun and conquered Kassel, of course, but even Virtuosa's beloved home was growing less and less safe with the passing days.

Something of which she could not abide, and something of which their venture that morning would hopefully take strides towards rectifying.

The trio dropped down at the Landing Web closest to the Province Seat of Devinos, with the Queen being quick and habitual in her desire to lead them the rest of the short walk there. Her beloved Fenor on one side of her and the wonderful Melody taking up the other meant that there wasn't a single place in the world that Virtuosa would've felt more safe or content in those very moments. Her small circle of men and women as a whole were invaluable to the warrior Queen, each of them holding a piece of her heart and soul in ways that words couldn't describe, so needless to say she was always in good spirits whenever any of her favored contingent were close by.

There had been aimless, idle chatter between the three of them (part of which involved the two women conspiratorially making not-so-subtle suggestions of visiting one of the many book shops present within Devinos after their business was done), though the chit-chat came to a polite halt once they were fully within the gilded walls of Lady Alindolea's palace. Given that they were recognizable - and two of them semi-frequent visitors no less - members of Majesty Illion's own Province Court to the south meant that there was very little hindering them as they navigated the hallways to check in with the appropriate people.

"Good day to you, Lady," Virtuosa greeted brightly (ever the obnoxious morning person she was) at the secretary who managed the affairs and appointments of the court's varying circles. "We're here to meet with Prince Vanguard of the Third Circle, if he happens to be available?" They didn't actually have an official appointment which the woman behind the desk would surely figure out upon going over her paperwork, but when a Queen and her companions strolled in looking for someone it tended to be a rather difficult request to deny, minus in the most dire of circumstances.

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Re: the face of the future, the blood in my veins
« Reply #1 on: Jul 11, 18, 12:52:48 AM »
There was a disconnect somewhere in her mind. A twisted wire. She loved sleeping. Lazy afternoon naps happened as often as she could make time for them. She routinely held off on waking for the day every minute she could spare.

And yet, somehow, Melody had trouble getting to bed at a decent hour. She’d been warned. Vee tracked her down in the library the day before to inform her of the morning trip to Devinos. Instead of preparing for the trip and heading to bed like a good little witch, Melody cracked open the book Vee had interrupted her from in the library.

And finished it.

Melody had no self-control whatsoever. She kept telling herself she’d just finish the chapter. Or the page. Just one more paragraph. Then the book ended and her eyes had been gritty and burned from overuse. It was safe to say that Melody was weeping inside.

Being the good girl that she is, Melody, despite her late night (or early morning), has been ready and waiting at the appointed time. She was probably over armed considering the veritable arsenal strapped to her body – but her morning autopilot for the Red Cloaks kicked in. She had considered removing some of her weapons – like the hair picks pinning up her hair – but decided against it. She could always disappear some later.

As she was in the odd state of wakefulness where she was fully capable of keeping watch and being alert to danger but had difficulty forming complete sentences, Melody stayed quiet during the journey. As they entered Allure’s manor/palace/thing Melody called an oversized mug of coffee out of her cabinet. She cradled the mug with the same care and love a new mother used to hold their newborn.

They reached the secretary and Melody sipped her coffee, stifling the moan of delight that wanted to escape her throat. And then Vee spoke. Melody’s eyes went to slits and cut to her best friend over the precious mug. Bitch. Perky morning bitch. That early morning effervescence was so not fair.

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly; focusing on her coffee and the secretary’s response. One was not allowed to murder or maim their best friend because they were able to be their normal vibrant self in the morning. Although she was allowed to fantasize about her exuberant friend tripping and falling on her overly perky nose.

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Re: the face of the future, the blood in my veins
« Reply #2 on: Jul 11, 18, 05:58:10 PM »
Fenor had followed along with Virtuosa and Melody as the steadfast male presence. While he lacked the Jewels that his Lady or Melody did, he made up for such a deficiency with experience in the dance of court (and the battlefield) that made him a notably useful adviser. While Virtuosa and Melody were focused on enjoying the libraries that were here, Fenor had other concerns he would address once they were done with this first bit of business.

The Secretary greeted them warmly, but seemed somewhat surprised by Virtuosa's request. "S-sorry, my Lady." The witch said gently, her head bowed in dismay. "Prince Vanguard no longer serves in this Court. His contract was transferred to the Black Court to serve Lady Galoneth."

Fenor's face darkened, the normally knowledgeable Lord usually atop these sorts of things. "How long has that been the case?"

"Oh, a few weeks now." Rakal-named-Vanguard's voice came up from the doorframe, the Warlord Prince's presence nigh indecipherable when he desired it to be. Rakal moved into the room almost lackadaisical in his manner, dressed in simple trousers and worn black boots. His shirt was short to reveal the muscled arms of a man swarthier than most of the Dea al Mon. His father's blood was most visible in his ebon black hair and the gold of his eyes. He was a giant compared to most of the Dea al Mon, his body sculpted with hard packed muscle from years of hard labor and training.

Fenor took a defensive step to Virtuosa's side, his eyes scanning over the man who'd snuck up on them. Vanguard's Ebon Gray was clearly visible on the amulet around his neck, but even that wasn't the most intimidating thing on him. The blade that was sheathed on his back; a large greatsword with a black iron handle that was shaped like a dragon's maw with rubies for eyes held a menacing appearance in and of itself. But there seemed something wrong with the blade - a trick of the light, perhaps? Or merely the cast of shadows? For whatever reasons the rubies seemed more alive than dormant, the light within them reflecting like irises of shadow that seemed to follow the movements of those present.

"Ever since I got this thing." Rakal pointed his thumb back toward the sword. The Half-Untamed Warlord Prince offered a slow smile, his gaze moving from Fenor to Melody to Virtuosa lingering there at the Queen.

"Welcome to Devinos, Lady." He bowed his head, offering proper respect to the High Caste. As he stood at full height again and slid his arms into a lock before his chest. "What can I do for you?"


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Re: the face of the future, the blood in my veins
« Reply #3 on: Jul 11, 18, 08:15:47 PM »
Virtuosa could feel Melody's eyes shift towards the back of her head when she'd offered the bright greeting to the witch behind the desk and it took a modicum of self-control to not let an amused grin overtake the attempts at keeping her features neutral and professional. She could only imagine the various curses and ill-harbored thoughts swirling through the redhead's mind in that very moment; for as alike as they could be and as close as they were, they couldn't have been more different in the wee hours of the morning. The Queen loved the sunrises and being up at the crack of dawn, whereas Melody favored sleeping in more often than not. Not that she could begrudge her old friend such a thing, but it never made it any less humorous all the same.

Any aforementioned humor, however, shifted into some confusion at the secretary's reply and caused Virtuosa's gaze to snap swiftly and questioningly to Fenor at her other side, head at an almost imperceptible tilt. Her longest-Bonded companion was generally always abreast of such information and rarely ever wrong about his facts. So when even he seemed bewildered by the news of the Warlord Prince's contract having been transferred already, the young Queen was a little stunned to say the least.

Ever-friendly, Virtuosa had been about to smile and dismiss the secretary's apology and instead ask if Vanguard was then available at the other court instead. Except it seemed any and all questions were then answered summarily by the deep voice and suddenly looming presence that came from the opposite doorway. Fenor had instantly stepped closer in her defense, but she reached out to lightly sweep her fingers against his closest arm in the efforts to put him less ill-at-ease (futile probably, but it was in her nature nonetheless to do so) before turning her attention fully to the half-Untamed Warlord Prince.

Massive in height and build by all comparisons to a pureblooded one of her own people, with pitch black hair and molten gold eyes telltale of the Long-Lived blood that ran through his veins. Sharp green eyes lingered first upon the Ebon Gray that glittered around his neck - Fenor had said he was dark-jeweled, but had failed to mention just how dark, so that was a bit of a surprise - and then the ominously looming greatsword attached to his back. It was a little unnerving, the way it seemed far more alive than inanimate; then again she knew it to be so as it did contain the spirit of Balmung, after all. Part of her itched to reach out and touch the weapon in question, she instantly had a million questions and wanted answers to all of them in rapid succession, but again the Queen stuck to her more courtly training and maintained a poise befitting of her caste.

"Prince Vanguard," she greeted in kind, her own response and gestures accurate as far as Protocol was concerned. She outranked him technically, but the depth he sat in the Abyss was something she'd have never been able to match in her lifetime and warranted its own acknowledgment in terms of etiquette. Such was part of the dance of the Blood, even if it was one of the parts she was least fond of. "An honor to meet you. Virtuosa Illion of Esgarth Province's First Circle," she introduced herself before gesturing warmly towards her dear companions. "As well as Lord Quietus Dalaran and Lady Melody Tioriand - First and Third Circle of the same, respectively."

At some point, a relieved sort of breath had lodged itself loose from Virtuosa's lungs and caused her to hold herself in a slightly more relaxed manner - the moment in particular when she was able to confirm the notion that she didn't hold this male's leash. She didn't have a problem with Warlord Princes by principle (in fact quite the opposite as that caste and her own were supposed to be more intrinsically drawn towards one another), but given that she still struggled with the loss of her own Bonded one to the Waste and the Brood she wasn't sure how she'd have taken coming across a new one that belonged to her. Thankfully, such was not the case this day and she was able to sweep those worries aside.

"Your reputation as a warrior is one that proceeds you, Prince," Virtuosa began, smiling at the tall, swarthy male more readily than she had before. "I've heard of your prowess and found myself deeply curious as to what you're capable of in combat. I had been wondering, hoping even, that you might be amenable to sharing some of your knowledge and perhaps teaching me a few things? I've been trained in combat myself since I was a girl; between myself and my retinue back home we've slain several of the Brood's number, in fact. So I can assure you I'm a quick study and very capable."

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Re: the face of the future, the blood in my veins
« Reply #4 on: Jul 12, 18, 01:43:07 PM »
Melody took another sip of her coffee to hide her confusion. Lord Dalaran typically knew All The Things. The fact that he hadn’t been aware that Prince Vanguard’s contract was transferred to the Black Court meant that the transfer was new, hurried, or a bit hush hush. Melody figured it was likely a combination of the three. Otherwise Quietus would have known.

The Ebon Gray Prince answered Fenor’s second question and his voice, or perhaps the tone of it, crawled up her spine. Not in an unpleasant way, which made the sensation rather unpleasant to the redhead. She turned slowly, unable to stop her eyes from making a slow path along the Warlord Prince’s body, lingering on his muscled arms. Warning signs flashed in her head, spelling out danger and she disappeared her mug as her body automatically shifted into a defensive position. Melody managed to not touch, or even reach for, the various knives strapped to her body.

Barely.

Though, oddly enough, it wasn’t his Ebon Gray Jewel that frightened her. Or the super creepy sword that screamed wrong (on so many levels). Or even the fact that his sculpted (giant!) muscular body denoted training and physical prowess. It was the fact that this exotic, gorgeous specimen of a man looked like he could have walked off the cover of one of her romance novels. Specifically, some of the more explicit subsection of her favored (semi-secret) genre.

Melody greeted Prince Vanguard as her best friend introduced her – silently but still perfectly according to protocol. And then her eyes started to betray her once again, scanning his body starting from the worn black boots and ending at his golden eyes.

Her fingers flexed, craving the feel of the hilt of a knife. She was going to be in trouble if she couldn’t keep her reactions under control. What she was feeling wasn’t attraction, couldn’t be. She didn’t do attraction. Obviously, the danger he exuded came from the threat he’d be should he, for some unknown reason, decided to attack her chosen Queen. Obviously. And the creepy sword that seemed to be alive and watching her.

A smirk curved her lips slightly. The fit her mother would throw if she brought home one of the (sort of) Untamed? It would be epic. Her father would smile at her in amusement before quickly giving her The Look of Disapproval.

All of that was irrelevant, though. They were here for possible combat training. And this mountain of a man certainly looked like he could teach them a thing or two. If he didn’t start laughing at Virtuosa’s request. Or brush her off. Or be smirkingly patronizing while agreeing to “train” Vee.

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Re: the face of the future, the blood in my veins
« Reply #5 on: Jul 12, 18, 03:43:21 PM »
"Lady Illion." Rakal replied with a bow of his head to acknowledge her more fully. "I know of your mother, yes. Lord Dalaran, Lady Tioriand." He greeted Fenor and Melody in kind, though the latter his gaze lingered on her for a moment and his smile grew a bit wider and friendlier. The red hair was an attractive and unusual feature in Dea al Mon. There were some who colored their hair that way, but he'd rarely seen it fit so well.

While Virtuosa felt relief at not holding Rakal's leash, he hadn't even considered it as a possibility. His interactions with Queens were few and far between, but even then it was rare for a male to find their Queen. While he knew it was a possibility, he never sat and considered that the next Queen he met might be the one.

He had other concerns about his soul.

The Spirit (a kind term for the snake in his head) seemed to find amusement in his attraction to the redhead, and more it found the slip of a girl before him to be an even deeper amusement. Balmung held contempt for all of the Dea al Mon, those in authority especially, and it had cataloged Rakal's mind about the Blood and their dance of Castes and social mores. It did not speak at the moment, but Rakal could sense Balmung's feelings at the moment, much as it could his own, and it braced him for its commentary that would, eventually, arrive.

Something Virtuosa said caught him a bit off guard, and his dark eyebrows went up in question. "So it's true, then? You're a Warrior Queen? Huh. I'm surprised anyone with half a wit let that go. Do you just not get injured? I've always been told that a Queen who's blood gets shed tends to drive males around them crazy." Rakal spoke with an up-front note of disbelief.

"While I'm flattered you've heard such great things about me, I don't think I'm the best person to learn anything from. My sister, Scion..." Alussssssaiiirrrrr.

The voice spoke aloud from the blade, making itself present to those in the room. Balmung's voice was like oil upon the brain, pin-needles upon the skin, a dark and malicious presence that infected what heard it. Rakal gritted his teeth and put the spirit in its mental box, silencing it for now.

"Sorry. I'm still getting the hang of shutting it up. As I was saying, my sister is a better swordswoman than I. She'd be a better mentor, because she taught me. What, exactly, did you hear?"

Rakal caught the unease of the Secretary, and noticed that Quietus had his hand tucked beneath his cloak; probably for a weapon. While the Warlord Prince's mien was still warm and friendly, he mentally catalogued it in case he needed to spring into a weapon.

Ssstill Taulamousss's weapon. Balmung whispered in his mind. An annoyance, but probably a truth.

"Perhaps we can continue the conversation outside?" He gestured to the door they'd just left, his head tilting toward it to lead them away.


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Re: the face of the future, the blood in my veins
« Reply #6 on: Jul 17, 18, 12:30:16 PM »
It came as no surprise when Vanguard mentioned knowing of Majesty, much as it really hadn't since she was a little girl. Her mother had been ruling Esgarth for decades now and it was, regrettably, nigh impossible for the young Queen to go anywhere without her mother's reputation preceding her. Perhaps that was why she tried so hard to be... well... herself. Carving out her own, distinct path before people could assume daughter was nothing more than a younger version of mother (a disdainful concept, she personally felt).

Nonetheless she smiled just a bit and nodded, although the expression upturned a little further when she noticed the Warlord Prince's gaze lingering briefly on Melody. That was a little surprising, but at the same time not entirely - Fenor had suggested as much would be the case and so very rarely was her Bonded wrong.

Truthfully, the Queen had been bracing herself for a far more negative reaction after she'd admitted that she was, in fact, a fighting Queen rather than a stationary ruling one. The Dea al Mon were trained practically from childhood to know that their Queens weren't advised to be on the killing field, and males (Warlord Princes especially) tended to have that exceptionally drilled into them. She hadn't been sure if Vanguard would merely dismiss her, or perhaps laugh, but instead he simply seemed curious and surprised which she felt were far better options at least.

"I am," she confirmed with a sharp nod, no shortage of pride in her voice or the fierce glint that flashed in her emerald green eyes. "I'm not immune to injury, no, but neither have any of them ever been exceptionally life-threatening. I'm fortunate in that my companions have an excellent Healer among them. Both myself and the males I'm Bonded to have been trained in methods and Craft that prevent them from acting recklessly in the event my blood is spilled, as would be the norm like you mentioned."

It was then that another, omnipresent, dark voice pressed itself up against Virtuosa's mind and it took some resolve on her part not to reflexively draw the sword sheathed at her hip or recoil mentally from it. Balmung, or so she figured; confirmed by Vanguard a few seconds later. It was only a voice but malevolence seemed to somehow coat even the lone word that the sword 'spoke' and it was enough to put the Queen with the warrior's instincts on edge and further reaffirm her thoughts on the matter of trapping spirits of the Ebon Wood into weaponry. Much like she'd said to Fenor the day prior, it seemed like a terrible idea.

"Of course," she said, obliging the half-Untamed male's request to move their conversation elsewhere before she bothered to address his prior question. Smiling reassuringly at Fenor and Melody, she once again led the way out of sheer habit through the halls of the Queen's Residence to head back outside.

"As for what I've heard. It admittedly isn't much in the way of specifics. I was informed that your sister was your mentor, a fighter of no small renown, but I was also told that you're generally much more... fond of our people? And would perhaps be the more amenable of the two to seek out for such potential training. As a Warlord Prince who bears such jewel depth, I'm sure you have a few tricks up your sleeves that the Lady Scion wouldn't have access to as readily besides."

That... was about it, really. For Fenor hadn't overly explained much else (or at least, not anything that she was trying to be too obvious about knowing) and as such she silently cast her longest-standing companion a deferential glance, hoping he'd fill in some of the blanks about the larger man's reputation.

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Re: the face of the future, the blood in my veins
« Reply #7 on: Jul 17, 18, 07:34:56 PM »
Melody had to be imagining the fact that Prince Sigurd’s gaze was lingering on her, right? And that his smile warmed a bit more as he lingered? No. No, that was just wishful thinking on her part. But… Not actually wishful thinking. She was just overthinking everything because she didn’t get to finish her second cup of coffee. Her mind was simply working overtime to make up for lack of fueling. Despite her internal pep talk, Melody was forced to drop her gaze, pointedly looking away from Rakal to avoid blushing like Vee did looking at the cover of the book the day before.

The tone of disbelief had Melody’s gaze snapping up in shock. She inhaled his psychic scent to doublecheck, but Rakal was, indeed, a Warlord Prince. One who didn’t laugh at the thought of a Warrior Queen, or scoff, or dismiss the notion outright. She was slightly insulted at the “half a wit” remark, but she simply dismissed it with a roll of her eyes.

“She drives Arbutus crazy all the time, and she doesn’t even need to shed blood to do that.”
A different sort of crazy than the one that Rakal means, but still. Melody believed it counted. A Queen didn’t need to get injured to cause turmoil with the males around her. Sometimes they just had to be.

Automatically and instantaneously, Melody shifted from slightly uncomfortable but at ease, to on guard and fierce. She didn’t even take the time to pull her knives out of the various sheaths on her body, she simply called them in from her cabinet. Something besides the five of them standing in the room spoke. The voice smeared filth and grime across her mind and invisible needle-points pricked her skin. She’d be shuddering in distaste if she wasn’t so ready to attack and defend. Her gaze swept across the room, looking for air disturbances that would indicated someone with a sight shield.

Mere seconds later it became clear that the sword spoke. Or, more accurately, the spirit in the sword spoke. It took a great deal of willpower to peel her fingers away from the razor-sharp knives in her hands. She vanished them before they could fall from her grasp.

Melody desperately wanted a bath. But how do you scrub out your mind?

But being outside would be a good start. She nodded as Virtuosa gave a verbal agreement. She hurried after her friend, trying to unobtrusively provide a barrier between her Queen and the thing strapped to Rakal’s back. She stayed quiet, not knowing much more besides the fact that Prince Vanguard was an expert swordsman. Quietus and Virtuosa were the brains for this meeting, she was just the very pretty muscle.

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Re: the face of the future, the blood in my veins
« Reply #8 on: Jul 18, 18, 04:25:21 PM »
"It seems like a little crazy to me to have a Queen be fighting in the field. No offense Lady, I'm sure you're capable with a blade and Craft, but it seems like an unnecessary risk." Rakal said plainly as they moved into the open air just outside of the reception. "In a fight against the Brood, that seems like a disadvantage that could be exploited."

Quietus spoke up then, his dark eyebrows lifted. "Fought many Broodlings, have you, Prince Vanguard?"

"..No. Not as yet. Just a few." Rakal turned to regard the man who'd mostly been quiet, his bearing and age weighing in on the conversation.

"I've spent considerable time in the last two decades doing so. Lady Illion's presence may generate a risk, but it is a far greater boon. Her leadership and the Bonds she holds inspire greater heroics and reserves than most soldiers. We're fortunate that she is an adept swordswoman and tactician. Her ability cannot be understated." The Bonded of the Queen spoke with dark eyes focused entirely on the half-Untamed, his words a serious rebuke of Rakal's earlier notion.

"Well, I hope so. And I've heard that, Lady Tioriand -- about Queens and their males, that is." He moved to distance himself from the awkwardness that he'd just stumbled into, focusing back on Virtuosa rather than the redhead that he kept wanting to steal glances toward.

"Ah." He'd been tempted to make an excuse for Alusair, but the truth of it was that he didn't really want to put forth the effort to diminish her own reputation. Their last talk was still sharp in his mind. "I'm good, but she's a far better swordswoman. I could teach you, I suppose -- but I feel like that's doing you all a disservice. Sometimes it's good to have a teacher who doesn't like you, they don't hold back when you're failing.

To lose is to improve, my father used to say heh. Opportunity to get better only comes from realizing mistakes."


"Still, don't you see the value in what Lady Illion is suggesting? You have access to her knowledge AND the utilization of Jewels in combat, where as the Lady Scion does not. That is a gap in knowledge that should not be ignored." Quietus piped up to turn back to what Virtuosa had touched upon.

Rakal frowned slowly, visibly not caring for the idea. "Yes, but.." He paused, seeming to think over the matter. If he couldn't keep Balmung in check while doing training regimens, what was he going to do when he fought the Brood for real.

"I'll have to check with Prince Valor, as he's my superior in the Court. But if he's alright with it, I don't see why not."



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Re: the face of the future, the blood in my veins
« Reply #9 on: Jul 21, 18, 11:36:11 AM »
Virtuosa briefly flashed a face at Melody when she commented on her ability to drive Arbutus crazy, and had they not been in the middle of trying to negotiate with a Warlord Prince of the Black Court she would've absolutely dealt out a playful swat to her redheaded friend, but she resisted the urge and directed the energy to maintaining her posture instead of fidgeting. *Funny,* she settled on a distaff thread, the tone amused despite the serious expression she replaced when regarding Vanguard.

Not that her old friend was wrong, but that wasn't the point! At least not right that second.

The seriousness in her countenance morphed into something akin to mild frustration when the Warlord Prince began the telltale spiel she'd been expecting from the get-go. Part of her had figured it was too good to be true and that he'd only humor the trio for so long before finally making his declination. The Queen had been about to open her mouth to argue her stance again, but found that Fenor was quicker with his own rebuttal, her head tilting towards him and a proud, beaming look reclaiming its dominance of her features by the time he was done speaking.

His words were sincere and even though he'd assured her of as much countless times over the years, it didn't stop the swell of pride and gratitude that rushed through her then. She really was fortunate to have so many people in her corner; one of the many reasons she was so determined to do what she did, they deserved her every effort in keeping them all safe. *Thank you, my Fenor,* she said privately to the Blood Male, allowing some of that affection to filter through the Bond since it would've been less-than-subtle to capture him in a hug like she was tempted to do.

"Me and mine have fought many of the Brood's kind since I made my Offering, and with no losses against the enemy to speak of yet," she added. Strife didn't necessarily count as he'd contracted the Waste rather than having been slain in combat, so it kept her statistic legitimate at least. "Perhaps we could learn something from each other in this, Prince Vanguard, if your personal experience with them is limited. Devinos has been truly fortunate to not have any incidents with them as of yet, but I feel that may only continue to last for so long and anyone who is able should be fully prepared for the threat."

It wasn't anything against the Warlord Prince's sister, and truly Virtuosa would've been just as thrilled to learn from the Lady Scion as well, but their reason for showing up and trying to befriend the half-Untamed male was twofold. He held answers and knowledge regarding Balmung that Fenor felt would be useful, so the warrior Queen was determined to at least get something of a foothold before they found themselves dismissed.

"I don't disagree, Prince. My own father is of a similar mindset and reminds me of such a mantra whenever I find myself frustrated. But Lord Dalaran echoes my thoughts in this. While there can be much said about the abilities of someone who bears no jewels, the fact of the matter is that we do, and it's just another tool to wield against our enemies - one we shouldn't hesitate to utilize."

The discomfort about the entire thing was evident on the swarthy man's features, and the Queen could feel it permeating the air just a touch, her natural instincts desiring to assuage such unease, though she would hardly presume to do such with someone she'd just met. Where yet another negative response was entirely expected, she instead found herself a little surprised when Vanguard actually went the opposite route and agreed. It won a broad smile from her and she tipped her head respectfully at the caveat he mentioned. "That would be perfect. You have my unrivaled gratitude for even considering this."

Convincing Lady Galoneth's Master of the Guard presented another hurdle, somewhere in the back of her mind she knew, but this was at least a step in the right direction and more than she'd actually bargained for accomplishing.

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Re: the face of the future, the blood in my veins
« Reply #10 on: Jul 25, 18, 04:58:13 PM »
Melody has been in many awkward situations in her rather young life. Like the Bimonthly Instruction Luncheons she has with her mother now that she signed a contract with Majesty. Or when her mother decided to pay her commanding officer a visit to ‘make sure’ that Melody was receiving all the allowances an ‘aristo of her caliber’ deserved. Thankfully she’d already explained her mother to her superior and managed to eke out of that mess with nothing more than some delighted teasing. There was also the debacle with her Virgin Night and her mother insisting on her partnering with a male about sixty years her senior. Not even her father had been able to help her escape that mess. Although he did help her escape the proposed engagement her mother tried to force on her with the male. ‘Wonderful bloodlines.’

Too bad she couldn’t blame her mother for this bit of awkwardness.

Melody sincerely wished she hadn’t bound her hair up so she could fiddle with it. Or hide behind it. She could blame the awkwardness on annoyance, though. Since Prince Vanguard devolved from disbelief to the same old tired drivel of pretty much every other Warlord Prince ever. That it’s a crazy idea to allow Virtuosa onto a battlefield because she might get hurt. She opened her mouth to retort, probably a really bad idea, but Quietus beat her to it – and so very eloquently too.

Vee’s familiar voice whispered across her mind and Melody gave a small, subtle shrug of her should. *Wasn’t trying to be.* If all it took was a little bloodshed to drive bonded males insane with rage, no Queen would ever be able to Gift the Land. She could obviously never understand the way a bond works; but from what she’s seen it’s the relationship between the Queen and the Male that affects the way each male reacts. Hawk and Vee egg each other on. Arbutus and Vee drive each other crazy. And yet they work together beautifully in a fight.

Feeling her morning grump coming back on, Melody called in her mug of coffee. Proper caffeination was essential to her well-being. Also, a lovely prop to hide behind. She took a sip and made a face at the lukewarm beverage. Nothing a tongue of witchfire and a warming spell on her mug couldn’t fix. (Though fresh coffee is admittedly much better than rewarmed coffee, it would do.)

Taking another sip of coffee, Melody peered over her mug to eye the three people with her. Thankfully Lord Dalaran’s eloquence seemed to have persuaded Vanguard into agreeing to provide lessons even if he thinks they’re insane. She let out a sigh of relief.

Perhaps they could go find a bookstore now.

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Re: the face of the future, the blood in my veins
« Reply #11 on: Aug 07, 18, 05:19:48 PM »
Rakal wasn't entirely convinced still, but he didn't have a lot of experience with Queens. He'd been trained in the Province Court of Devinos for most of his young life to follow Protocol and all the proper motions - and that didn't allow for a Queen onto the battlefield. The fact that Virtuosa's Queen Mother did was somewhat troubling to him, but he couldn't tell why it nagged at him so bad. Was it the instincts of the Caste or something else? She just looked too skinny to be fighting against a monster of the Brood.

If you let me help you, Rakal, you could protect them all.

And wasn't that a sweet song that the spirit whispered into his ear?

He grimaced as he shoved the thought away and the spirit's song. He could never be truly free of Balmung and it took a lot of energy to shut it up completely. But he'd learned by now to ignore it (for the most part) except when it was needed. The spirit's knowledge and expertise was extensive and the Bond made sure that he knew as much about it as it did of him.

Which, at times, was a real pain in the ass, given how closed off he tried to be. Having an evil spirit of Entropy knowing your deepest darkest secrets was not a settling thought.

"I'll go ask him today, then. Maybe we can figure something out tomorrow. Not sure how much you'll learn from me if you're as battle-tested as you say but.." Rakal paused, and a slow smirk came behind his scruff. "We'll see. Maybe you three will teach me something.

I'll go to Esgarth whatever his answer is, and let you know. I can travel around the Territory pretty fast thanks to this."
He lifted a hand to tap the Ebon Gray at his throat, the dark Jewel shimmering beneath his swarthy skin. Quietus nodded, speaking a soft 'Thank you' and then moving to hover near Virtuosa as her shadow.

The ruby eyes of the blade focused on Melody and Virtuosa both, ignoring the Jeweless Blood - its look that of hunger within the shadowed confines of red on the blade.


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Re: the face of the future, the blood in my veins
« Reply #12 on: Oct 10, 18, 02:47:03 AM »
Virtuosa had been surprised at Vanguard's agreement of the matter and the fact that he said he would go speak to Prince Tanithil as early as today was even more of a pleasant and delightful thing to hear. The lithe Queen was quick to offer a half-bow and dip her head gratefully at the Warlord Prince's offer, still smiling almost victoriously all the while (even if she did mostly have Fenor to thank for it, he really was a lifesaver in these types of situations).

"Your expeditiousness is greatly appreciated, Prince. I'm sure between us we can all learn something new, no doubt," she said in affirmation. Lessons and studying had never been something the Queen was fond of growing up, she found most portions of academia to be enough to put her to sleep, never able to hold her attention unless it involved some kind of fanciful story or another. Training for combat, however, would never fail to capture her interest and she made for an exceptionally attentive, steadfast student in those types of lessons (much to the chagrin of oh so many).

Needless to say, the young Queen was definitely hoping Prince Tanitihil's answer was a resounding yes. Virtuosa felt Fenor slip back near her, flanking her readily from one side and she angled her head to give him a beaming, grateful smile before she made her way closer towards Melody and looped one arm through that of her friend's loosely.

Both gestures and the closeness of her companions were a silent sort of comfort, more than welcomed especially with the way Balmung seemed to be staring right at them. It was uncomfortably eerie and had the Queen once again questioning as to why anyone would be foolish enough to try and manipulate the spirits of the forest, but she kept silent on that for the moment, not wanting to give away the entire other reason they'd sought out the dark Warlord Prince in the first place, tempting as it was.

"Is there anything we can do for you in exchange, Prince? I know this is no small favor to ask of you and I would be more than happy to return your kindness and make up for the imposition."

 

 

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