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| Azeron | Dec 19 2013, 12:45 PM Post #1 |
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![]() A perfect resting spot for those have traveled far or tired from a long walk. Wild colorful flowers blooms here everywhere and the wind is always gentle and soothing. Edited by Azeron, Dec 22 2013, 04:56 PM.
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| Azeron | Dec 26 2013, 08:58 AM Post #91 |
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A void of darkness opened up near the gazebo, a man in regal clothes emerged from it and the void slowly faded until it disappeared. He looked around, sensing a dark presence near and saw a girl with hair as white as the snow, a head with a pair of horns and a blank gentle face. He never saw her before but the nature of her aura tells him that she is one of his own, she's from the black kingdom. He slowly approached her, curious to whom this chid might be. |
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| Viette | Dec 26 2013, 09:01 AM Post #92 |
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Viette's daily strolls don't make it too surprising that she'd visit this part of the countryside. The lush green vegetation towers almost just as high as the skyscraping tower of the queen's castle. Beneath the terraces lie the plots and plots of farmed crops, and to the west is the great, grand metropolis. The grass is dotted with budding flowers of blues, greens, yellows, and crimsons. Spring was indeed soon to come.. And too soon it has. Viette had climbed upward to the brick-roofed gazebo to find a small girl resting in the structure like a little statuette. Pale and motionless as she was, Viette had actually thought she was actually stone if not for her tiny dark aura. Another black.. She thought to herself. Regardless, she stepped up the stairs. Left, right, left, right her boots went, with her dress following after. Her blue hair that shined in the light, didn't dull too much from the shade of the roof. Her dark eyes still reflected the sunlight outside the gazebo. She decided to greet the girl. ▓▒░Good morning. She said, with the always dull and empty smile. ▓▒░Fancy meeting you again. Am I disturbing? In accordance to their previous meeting in the woods of the Gray Lands. She took a seat in the farthest end of the bench, with her legs crossed, and both of her pale white hands behind her for support as she looked outside to the light cerulean blue sky. Just then, she noticed a familiar and alarmingly dark presence that overpowers even her own. It was King Azeron. Edited by Viette, Dec 26 2013, 09:08 AM.
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| Diablo | Dec 26 2013, 09:12 AM Post #93 |
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She had fallen into a trance but snapped out of it the moment when someone talked to her. "Viette Cintare, Bishop LXVIII of the White Kingdom," she muttered softly, looking at the lady who spoke to her. "..Good morning. No-- Ah." The moment she felt another presence, she instantly got up from her seat and started running but without a sound from her boots at all, towards where the presence was and immediately knelt down on one knee, lowering her head. She didn't say a single word, just kneeling in front of him in silence. What was one supposed to say? She didn't know.
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| Azeron | Dec 26 2013, 09:26 AM Post #94 |
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He had to admit, he was a bit surprised as the girl he was approaching came running towards his direction. He stopped and the girl knelt in front of him. "Please, stand and introduce yourself." he asked and slightly tilted his head as he looked at her. |
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| Viette | Dec 26 2013, 09:34 AM Post #95 |
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Viette stood from the hard stone bench to greet King Azeron. ▓▒░Good Morning to you as well. With a slight bow of the head, her dark eyes closed as she bent her neck, with her turquoise hair slowly falling from the nape of her neck. She lifted her head to look at the girl with white hair.. I don't think I've seen those horns before... She thought to herself. |
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| Diablo | Dec 26 2013, 09:39 AM Post #96 |
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She stood up at his command and lifted her head up to look at him. She had difficulty in seeing his face since their height difference was quite huge so she took a step back before opening her mouth to only say her name, "Diablo." Just realizing that she had just left Viette without a word, she took a glance back at her for a few moments before reverting her blank gaze back to the man in front of her. |
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| Azeron | Dec 26 2013, 10:08 AM Post #97 |
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He smirked and knelt with one knee touching the ground in front of her and said, "Such contrast that name has to it's bearer. I never seen you before.." he mused and told her with a dim smile on his face. He glanced at the other girl who emits a light aura. The king nodded at her as a sign of acknowledgement to her presence and greeting. |
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| Viette | Dec 26 2013, 10:21 AM Post #98 |
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Viette nodded back at the King. ▓▒░I'd bet solitude brings you here as well, sire. She said. ▓▒░So much turmoil isn't good for anybody. |
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| Diablo | Dec 26 2013, 10:25 AM Post #99 |
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She tilted her head at him and just as she did, large scaly black wings sprouted out from her back but was gone in the blink of an eye. She had let out her wings without meaning to. It was like the wings were just an illusion. She had kept her face expressionless all the while as if nothing had happened. |
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| Azeron | Dec 26 2013, 10:46 AM Post #100 |
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He looked at the Bishop and answered, "Indeed, one has to step out from time to time." His eyes slightly widened when wings like those of a dragon sprouted from her back and disappeared in an instant. He gave out a light laugh and said, "You have a magnificent talent. I know someone who turns into a dragon too. You should meet him." Since he locked himself up in his throne room for a long time, this is the first conversation he actually enjoyed. He didn't know why but even though the girl barely uttered a word he found itbeasy to be fond of her. Maybe because she reminds him of Azrael back when that young man was a toddler, he shared the same look in the eyes like this girl has, empty like without a purpose. |
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