Anaya: It was still raining when the cart got to the town known as Ipswitch or something like that, most just called it Mill Mire as it owns one of the largest grain mills around for miles that was the point of the fair in truth, she did not tell her son but she had plans today, as the cart came to a halt she looked to Samuel her beloved mate as she gave that smile “after you my dear and did you grab the leather drape stick” he nodded as he pulled it up from his feet “i had the driver grab it and put it here for you as i new the rain would not stop” she smiled and took it giving it to dear little Milla to hold as she new her job as the queens servant. “now we look our best and better be on best behaviour for today things have to go right, and it is a fair so you both can get cooked lizards if you wish when it is over, and there is a feast as well” it was as if the girls eyes lit up and an angels light was shining behind them, cooked lizard was a fav treat of hers and Anaya only gave it to her on very rare trips. “i will be your flawless hand servant my lady” she said in the best voice she could muster. She could hear Jeff bail off the roof of the card and she new he could handle himself so did not give much mind to it. “ok so Milla you first” Anaya said as she picked up the little one known as Milla in her bright silks and the girl went out the door and set up the leather drape on a wooden shaft to nicely and elegantly cover miss Anaya's head and body form the rain. After that anaya came out of the cart under the leather hang and fixed her dress so it would not drag all that much at least till they got to the stone walking path. She new it was going to be a long day and the rain was not helping, rain made the dragons skin burn, it would be a very long day if Anaya got wet. As Samuel got out of the cart he smiled and walked at Anayas flank, her mate, bodyguard and servant all wrapped into one, she could not ask for a better flank guard. He smiled taking her arm in his own to show he was the mate to the queen and they all walked into the fair ground away form the cart. There were hundred of people kids every were all laughing and having fun, as soon as they saw the royal family they crowded and bowed. Anaya moved and walked letting a child kiss her hand as she bowed her head back to them. She got down to look at one child “my dear do you know were the feast hall is i must go there and get out of the rain can you take me there” the child smiled laughed a bit and ran, he was a little giggly over Anayas red eyes, so different then the little human town of people. “dis way, dis way!” he called out as she as well as Milla and Samuel followed him more into the fair ground.
Anaya: she turned around as she called out to her son. “why don't you come over here and meet the towns people, have some lizard and have fun” her face was bright as it was a alright day, well kinda if you took out the rain.
Jeff MacGee: Sighing, he rose and walked over toward Anaya, He looked at his own feet as sadness plastered its self all over his expression. "Forgive me-...I am not feeling social." He stood by his mother, awaiting for permission to leave, simply dripping from head to toe in rain, being very unamused with the current events that have transpired thus far. "The people around here hate us somewhat. Do you see that at all? I may have already had to defend myself. These people need order." Brow furrowing, he shook his head. He stepped away, bowing to all of them. "I have hired a girl to be my handmaiden. I must go collect her. I will return." He then took this time to walk around the crowds, looking for the girl he had met earlier.
Ashe Fallon Rage: Clenching her fists once again Ashe couldn't control what was brewing inside of her, so after watching Jeff walk Into the bar she grabbed her pack and turned quickly on her heel to walk off. Young children smiling at her as she passed them, some with cotton candy and caramel apples, playing games, and laughing with their parents, waving at her as she walked by them, like she was just another person at the fair. Ashe sat at a nearby bench and hoped she would run across the Prince once more.
Jeff MacGee: Jeff kept walking in the rain, before looking up at the sky, and feeling each pellet crash onto his face with a simple PLOP. Emotion welled inside of the young prince, so many feelings of having to remain a sarcastic, cynical, and well put together individual and so many other feelings of wanting to break, scream, and destroy everything. He killed his brother not even 24 hours prior and each step he took brought him closer to his inevitable boiling point. "Jaurl-..." Jeff whispered as he felt his heart drop, dropping to his knees, 15 feet in front of the benches where Ashe likely was. His heart felt like it was going to explode with each breath he took. Was Jeff having a panic attack? The all powerful prince was, for the first time in forever, all alone. No guidance. No companionship. No voice. Jaurl was gone and it was his fault. Firedor was gone, and it was his fault. Toni was gone and it was his fault. Anaya had died and it had been his fault. He had done nothing but cause trouble, and after 120 years of holding all of his anger and sadness in, and hours of pretending he hadn't killed Jaurl, he exploded. His power would rise, and his tears would flow. His aura became apparent to those around as the purple energy touched the clouds. "Jaurl!" He let out a loud scream, before smashing his fist into the pavement, again and again and again. His knuckles cut open, the blood dropped from the right hand, the aphrodisiac smell filling the air before being washed away by the pounding rain. Children and fair goers backed from the prince. Before the murmurs came. "That's the prince! "Is he okay?" "Someone get help!" "He seems injured already." "Children stay back.." Jeff listened to the townspeople whisper different words to each other before looking at his reflection in a growing puddle of rain and his own grieving tears. "He is crying-..." A little girl stated before walking forward and staring at the prince, before holding out her stuffed doll. It was a figure of the prince himself. A toy vender sold them, along with ones of Anaya, Isis, and even Samuel. The stories written of them made them become popular among the local cities around the continent. Jeff looked at the blond haired doll version of himself, taking it gently into his hands and looking to the little girl. "T-...thanks." She simply nodded to him and walked back into the crowd. He rose to one knee, before taking his surroundings in into account. Dozens of people staring at him. He simply stood to his feet and walked through the crowd, who parted like the Red Sea as Jeff got close to them. He then, spotted Ashe, who likely watched the entire ordeal.
Anaya DeLaRose: Anaya was enjoying the small moment with her people, she had not seen the townspeople in over a year and for some reason she new the happiness was going to be short lived. She could feel Jeffs spike in power level as she looked to some of her people“please to the love of the god sky keeper do not leave this spot i will be back” she let out a sigh as she grabbed the arm of her mate and pulled him out into the rain, a couple drops hitting her face as she cringed to the burning it was giving, she was not in a happy mood as the family was being seen on a very high level today, she had to have a meeting with the governor of this little crap town and her son scaring everyone was not going to make dealings any better, she should have made him stay home, but he had a hard day and she understood that,hell she new how it felt when she killed her own sister with the bathroom drapes, funny thing her sister got her them for a birthday present, karma is amazing. She walked over to her son as her red eyes cut the rain like daggers it was clear she was not a happy camper right now due to rain making her on edge and in pain all the time, breathing in the water in the air made even moving and talking painful. “people don't like us cus......” Samuel placed his hand on her shoulder and looked at her “he has had a long day my dear, the cart is up front just have him go home, i am sure we can deal with the fair here” Anaya nodded and let out a sigh “just take the cart home Jeff, bring your new found maid with you and get her used to the place and settled in, have her take the guest bedroom up near your room if you like and Jeff” she looked at him “don't get overly attached to this one ok” she turned around hearing the mutters of the towns people at how the prince should be more in control, but then agein they had no idea what had happened the day before as well as they were all human, 90% of the people in this world were only humans, people like the royal family and people at the castle had to adapt and take that into thought, humans fear what they don't understand be it good or bad, humans here would never understand them and Anaya new this, so they had to adapt to the humans not the other way around. Anaya stayed there watching her son waiting for him to say something as the cold rain coated his body and dropped from his garments.
Ashe Fallon Rage: Playing with the small ring on her finger Ashe was lost in thought, the rain hitting the top of her head and running down her long red locks, before she heard a scream and stood quickly turning her bead toward the crowd that already started to form around the culprit. Moving. Toward the crowd she had a sudden urge to run away but found herself pushing through the crowd stopping only when she saw Her new lord on his knees on the ground and a woman with high Royal appeal and stature. Sure this was the mother he spoke about Ashe stood back for a moment. Unsure what she should do, Ashe only walked toward Jeff and knelt down next to him once the woman walked away. "Come Jeff, I.. I think it's time to go now." She watched the towns people stare at him, and heard their murmers about him not being in control of himself. Ashe felt a large amount of pain coming from Jeff. Pain, anger, and rage were just pouring from him. But the tears falling from his face were barely visible through the rain, showed immense pain. Touching his shoulder softly Ashe felt bad for the Prince, and for once she though maybe he needed her, just as much as she needed him. "Come now Prince, straighten up." She whispers to him. "Your mother doesn't look very happy, and it's my first night on the job."
Jeff MacGee: Jeff turned and stared at his mother. "Don't put that on me-...they don't like is because-..." He then felt Ashe by his side, helping him, away from The crowd. "I will go home. Fine. Enjoy your fair." He then limped on his left foot, his injuries from last night became more and more apparent with each step he took with Ashe. The townspeople murmured about the queen and her madness, as well as questioning the prince's sanity. They made it 100 feet away from the crowd and to the cart, before Jeff opened the door For Ashe to climb in first, then he followed. He looked at the driver and whispered to him in a low monotone. "Home, please Alfred." Alfred nodded and slowly, the horses began to move. A large sigh came from his lips before he whispered softly, cutting through the silence. "I had to kill my brother-..." Jeff blinked and shook his head. "It sounds weird when I say it like that. Out loud." He gripped the seat tightly and growled in emotional and physical pain. "He just-...wouldn't stop attacking. He is all dressed up on a pyre...waiting for me to burn it. I-...don't know what to do. I'm-...so scared." Jeff, for the first time, admitted to a stranger, his fear. That he was afraid of something. "I am expected to drop everything and keep myself well put together-...but...He was what kept me together. I'm sorry-...I didn't-...expect to do this. I just-...exploded." He rested his heads in his hands. "He was all I had when it came to friends."
Anaya DeLaRose: Anaya watched her son limp away as she was hurt inside, hurt for the fact that the seen had just played out and also angers at herself as well as the towns people who had the balls to mutter things behind them. Anaya turned around leaving the rain safety of the leather over hang as drops hit her face and the skin burned off showing the white scale line under. People backed up with wide eyes as Anaya went back under the leather over hang. Slowly her face healed but there was more then enough time for people to leave and stop being kind and happy to see them. Anaya looked to her mate “you know something they don't need order, they need more understanding that they are not the only ones here, and that difference is not always a bad thing, but i guess it is about time to make it to the feast hall, got to talk to the governor about the mill establishment we need that grain, ya we can get it form other places but it would be helpful to have it from here” she muttered as the towns people had left to go back to the fair festivity's. As Milla came over Anaya could not help but smile, she had candy cloud on her head in the shape of a large rimed hat and half a lizard sticking out her mouth. “Anaya Anaya i had fun with the kiddys” Anaya could not hep but burst out laughing as Milla was talking with her mouth stuffed with lizard. “ya i see that Milla, the kids clearly are not scared of you” but then agein who could be, Milla was the cute one of the bunch, there was not a thing about her that would be taken as something to fear, cute feet to that nose to her soft blonde hair even her persona was that of a child to the ones that new her, no one really new anything else about Milla that was the way the girl liked it, no past no future just the now. “milla clean yourself up will you or go back and play we are going to head out to the feast hall have to do the royal work you know, want to come or play” and Milla said not a word and ran away, playing at a far was way more fun then doing royal work and there was kinda a cute boy over were she was playing at the candy cloud stand, so like yes she was going to play. Anaya laughed and looked at Samuel as they started to walk to the feast hall “guess it is you and me” Samuel nodded “yes my lady Anaya”
Tsu: Despite the angry sheets of rain cascading over the small town, there was no denying the walking girl was stranger. Not to say that the young lady was unattractive-… In fact she was… fairly average. Short brown hair, plastered to her face with the rain, uneven and patchy at the best, it was a wonder if she either a. brushed it out ever, or b. took a kitchen knife to it to adjust her fringe. Tied back in two uneven braids which stuck out behind her in a messy fashion and held together with what appeared to be the stems of leaves, it was clear she cared very little for her physical appearance. Her face was entirely average, save for her eyes, one brown and the other green shadowing a sunny expression and freckled nose. Wearing a simple green forest attire, looped to her belt were two leashes one attached to an angry, hissing six legged badger, and the other loose and hanging at her side. Looped at her back was a simple tan jug, which for once sat silent, as she was out of its contents, and thusly wandered out of her forest home to located more of the brew she relied upon to keep herself relaxed. No, Serinne was an elven forester, collector of animals and all things with teeth, claws and a bad attitude. At her side, the badger nicknamed Bonaparte walked by his masters side, huffing noisily at the ground as she chirped with a quiet tuneless whistle. It would be noted her careless swagger, as she bumped past people with so little as an excuse me into the town, bustling with people carting their items around the town square and narrowly avoiding Bonaparte’s impatient snapping mouth. Arriving at a particularly interesting cart, with small dolls, the girl paused and overlooked the items on display. The cart manager, with hand coating over his eyes to avoid the rain smiled, “Greetings miss, can I interest you in a doll of one of the royalty? Crafted by my wife of the finest-…” Serinne wasn’t listening her eyes narrowing as she looked over the wares, “You’re missing one.” The man looked momentarily confused and blinked multiple times as he accounted for the merchandise. “I… don’t think o miss, everyone is accounted for-.” “And what about her majesty, the late Lady Lyric? Sister of the Queen?” The small surrounding area had gotten quiet, and tittering voices began to fill around the embarrassed shop keep. “W-Well we didn’t think it was important to…” It was here that Bonaparte let out an angry snarl, and Serinne’s hand gripped at the leash with a silent ferocity to keep the bad tempered badger from tearing into the mans ankles. “You can have the queen’s playmate, but not her sister? And of the prince as well-...” It was odd for her to be speaking so formally, Her eyes darkening as she looked over the variety of dolls, the badger biting at the air as she yanked his chain again, causing one of the bystanders to speak up. “You need a muzzle on that thing, its frightening the children.” Another piped up with agreement as she turned around and stared at the lot of them with an eerie smile. “Bonaparte’s just upset because we lost track of his sister, Josephine a few hours back-…” She glanced over her shoulder as the crowd seemed to shift with unease. “She’s gonna be having her pups soon-… violent lady, and hungry.” “And you let the beast free?” Serinne smiled to herself, there was no Josephine-… But they didn’t know that, and her natural charismatic nature made it near impossible to tell when she was lying. “I figured I’d let her off the leash for a little while-… Hadn’t expected her to run off so quickly. She probably found a bed to sleep under-… Children’s beds fit her best, so I might have to start looking there.” Her fingertips scratched absently at her chin before she shrugged, looking back at the shop keep. “You invoke the wrath of the dead when you deny their dues. Keep that in mind.” Turning on her heel, she wandered past the rain, and past the crowd, Bonaparte chuffing soundlessly at the ground as she continued past and towards the nearest bar without so much as a shake of her head.
Ashe Fallon Rage: Sitting across from the young Prince and watching him struggle Ashe thought about how she came to be here and her own vices. Skeptical of everyone she figured maybe this place was worth a shot, and maybe he was worth befriending. What would it hurt? "I'm sorry about your brother" She said quietly, leaning forward to ruffle his hair in a friendly manner. Ashe had no interest in anything but herself, but just maybe she could be a good friend to him. Moving next to him she puts a hand on his back, his face still in his hands, not sure of what to say to him, she hums quietly to herself, looking out the window of the carriage.
Jeff MacGee: A sigh came over him as he felt his power decrease. "I am literally expected to come back after 120 years and pick up where I left off. I just-...really could use a fucking cigarette." Suddenly, his hair was ruffled with a hand and a pat on the back. He grunted softly, shaking his head and allowing his hair to flow back into place. "So I uh-...outta show you around when we get back. I am still kinda figuring everything out. I have only been home a short time and I have already hurt too many people." He had a tendency to go on and on when in fits of rage and sadness, however, this was also because of the prince's obvious A.D.H.D. He blinked softly, before looking up to her patting his back. "So-...you live..like I do-...used to?" Jeff smiled from behind his mask, awaiting an answer from his new friend, trying his damnedest to find a new subject. In the fair yard, a rather well dressed man approached the Queen and vowed respectfully. "Lady Anaya, forgive my intrusion but the Lord would like to see you now. He is a very busy man and would also-...like to ask why your son is having um-....an episode. Follow me?" He motioned and carried a clipboard, walking in a prissy manner toward a large tent. Inside rested a rather fat man, at least 500 pounds, In nothing but a gold crown, a chalice in his left hand, many rings on each chubby finger and a golden silk cloth. "Have-.." Breath "...a" breath "...seat, M'lady."
Tsu: There was nothing in the days following Jeff’s admittance, beyond an acid in her veins-.. literally burning every fiber of who she was and who she had claimed to be in the years prior to meet him-… Or perhaps more specifically, being introduced to him, following the truth. It was similar to being dissected while one was awake-… An utter upheaval of everything she had come to believe in the years following the destruction of her home, and the death of her son. She wandered at first with slow steps, throughout the halls, always two steps ahead of everyone and somehow managing to hide whatever managed to seep down her cheeks in the times between people as from minute to hours to what felt like hours she patrolled the holds grounds until a path was worn into the fragile ground, and all ground was tread to dust. It was only when night fell that she returned to the hold-.. Returned to the shared room and ran her hand down the marking on her neck that he had placed in a moment of her utter weakness… H had been both a man, and a demon, and now what was he? A man; Just a man. A man who she had fallen completely and irrevocably in love with, and somehow, it only served to heighten the ache in her chest as she faced herself in the mirror of her room, just above the wardrobe, and seemed momentarily unable to function as she simply stared with bloody red eye back at herself, her long white hair sticking to the perspiration at her face and neck as she, bedraggled, and broken stared back into the face of one who despite her pain managed to maintain silent composure. A composure which literally repulsed herself enough to calmly drag her claws across her flesh and strike blood into the air without rhyme or reason, peeling off the flesh he had stained with his venom and allowing it to fall from her bloodied fingers without removing her eyes from the mirror watching the flesh stitch back together… There was a noiseless cry for justice as she cleared her room of clothing, or items and fineries… The empress’ dress for the ball laying on the bed in all its splendor, fresh stitches in place to adjust it as necessary… It felt wrong to leave-… not for any reason but for her promise to him-… but really at this point, the very thought of him touching her caused the flesh of her neck to itch, and she scratched at it, like a woman possessed, until the flesh became raised and angry. Lunaria had packed her things as a maid walked in on the ruckus, leaving her quieted for a moment hunched over the bed securing a scream behind her hand as the maiden entered with a platter of tea. Young, supple and sweet, she entered quietly behind the succubus, and seemed momentarily surprised as the small of her items had been packed save for the dress. Had she had simply left, perhaps Lunaria would have forgiven the interruption-… but it was when her painted lips opened that the succubus zoned in on her prey. “Milady Lunaria-… you’re not thinking of leaving are you? His lordship would be most upset to know you were leaving in the dead of night…” Before she had a moment to catch her breath, Luna had turned on the girl, hand gripping her neck and crushing her voice into silence as a scream attempted to lodge from her throat. Pressed into the closed door frame, Luna raised her pinky finger to her lips, hushing the girl with a tender smile. Oh but there was malice to it-… silence utter malice that the girl picked up on as Luna’s tongue travelled from his jaw line and up to her ear. “Who would have thought, such a nasty little girl would be wandering the empty halls… Sticking her nose in where it doesn’t belong…” It took her a moment to press her free palm against the girls breast, fondling her teat above her dress, and chuckling as the girls heart pounded, her nipple puckering beneath the fabric of her dress as her captors thumb dragged against it. “A little slut-… more so than myself-… You want me?” Her voice came out like that of a snake, dangerous as her grip released only enough to allow her victim to whisper a negative response only to tighten again… “Aaah… no dear, I think you want me-… And I’m willing to give myself to you, if you are willing to give all of yourself to me…” Oh there was no doubt the girl wanted Luna-… was it for her flushed cheeks and stunted breath through he nose in labored pants as Lunaria’s claws dragged down her corset front, snapping the laces free and allowing the shell to thud uselessly to the ground beneath her. Her loose petticoat was warm from her flesh, fragrant with the tart scent of perspiration and perfume. The material fluttered as the succubus dragged her claws along her flesh, causing the girls choked breath to smart again, prickles of blood reaching the surface as her tongue dragged over the beads and down, as the white fabric of her maids garb fluttered open exposing her breast to the air. Dime sized nipple already plump with desire, the woman caught the warm flesh in her mouth and gave a long heady suck, releasing the girls already bruising throat enough for her to catch her breath with an elongated, “Oh god-… Milady-…” Without rhyme or reason the girls skirts were hoisted up, and Luna’s hungry mouth rose from the girls breast to her mouth, tangling her tongue with the girls as her fingers eagerly circled her most sensitive of buttons in a lazy, practiced, roundabout way. The girl didn’t protest further as her hand rose to try and give her assailant the same, only to have her hand clasped tightly and thrown above her head. And held there in a vice grip. The girl was desperate for breath but was forced into submission without until her lungs screamed for release. Each breath released in a breathy moan as Lunaria caught her neck between her teeth and suckled fresh bruises to the surface without a secondary thought. The markings were mottled with red, blood pooling to the surface of her flesh as the demoness grew less and less patient with the mortal girl, and plunged her fingers into the girls aching core until excitement pattered to the ground beneath her skirts. “Miss-… I’m going to-…” “Cum girl? Have I told you that you may yet?” “N-No ma’am…” “Then you hold it-…” “B-But I can’t milady-…” The girl choked out, voice strained as Lunaria eagerly continued without solid rhyme or reason. “You will hold it-… Or I shall tell the empress of your lack of conduct…” “I’m more worried about milord Jeff.” But before she had a chance to wipe the drunken smile off her face Luna’s quim coated fingers dragged up and into the girls hair as she ripped her head back and began the agonizing process of sucking out the girls soul from her very lips. Naturally one would have expected the process to the easy-… painless, but it was quite the opposite. Much like peeling the very threads of marrow from one another, the young girls pleasure coated soul pooled into Lunaria’s mouth with enough intensity to gorge her throat. The heat of the girls soul scorching her lips and drawing the veins around her mouth upwards to the surface as the girl began to literally wither in meager seconds, unable to scream, choked by her very life force as at first the sweet sugary balm broke out to the rich irony flavor that accompanies the utter energy she found within souls. It was here Luna’s eyes rolled back into her head with ecstasy as the girl withered into nothingness before her. Similar to a sponge relieved of too much water, her life-force dribbled into nothingness, and before she had a chance to falter into ashes, Lunaria relieved herself of the girls corpse and allowed her husk of a body to drop to the ground, her clothes sticking to the withered bones in a heap. Rather than cleaning the girls excitement from her fingertips, Lunaria used the girls clothing before standing and writing a note. “I have decided to take a small journey to visit my daughter and deliver the payment to our household. I am sure to return before the Ball. Dock my pay for my absence if you must.” With a careful signing hand, she wrote out her signature, took her bag and turned on her heel to leave the hold without a nod towards any of the staff.
Anaya DeLaRose: the queen looked to the man that came up to her and she too the hand of her mate and followed him. “Greetings Lord ” Anaya said in respectfully she had to try to get this mess right she needed this mill agreement done right she needed to get grain for the stable and her troops to try to rebuild and to be able to make bread and other foods for everyone. “Lord, i do apologize for the outbreak in the fair , the prince has bin sent home to relax it has bin a long day for him, i am sure you can understand how it must feel to hold hardships” about a year ago word came to the castle the lord here lost his wife and unborn little girl to the illness of Scarlet fever that swept the human population down, with no cure for the fever it ended up culling a lot of the human residence of this town and then they were forced to rebuild and burn all the body's, it was hard time for everyone even the castle suffered some losses but due to the fact very little of there residence were even human it was not a large deal for them, but they did offer help and resource to smaller towns...but this one was not one of them. “about the mill agreement, we offer you one thousand gold coins, and one hundred assorted diamonds and gems, as well will pay for yearly use of the mill and trade, i am sure this would be more then enough for it ” sadly Anaya and this town did not have the best of bloods, ever since the royals did not aid this place there had bin a wedge in between them all. She had tryed to mend it but the loss of his wife and his child witch had him drown in drinking and his own food table, it just was not something so simply mended, but she new he wanted the trade root almost as much as she did, and there binding with this would force her to help him in the future of things went wrong, so he new and she new much could be gained from it. Samuel just stood there as he put the leather cover away as it folded up, they were inside the feast hall and Anaya had moved to sit. Samuels eyes pondered his mate, everything about her was gorgues, and the dress she had picked today, golden and shimmering with white hair falling down upon her shoulders, hips and curves her figure of that of a price woman made for nothing more then pleasing a man and making every devilish dream he held come true. Samuels eyes then moved to the over sized Lord siting up before them, Samuels eyes did not leave that man, he was very protective of his mate.
Ashe Fallon Rage: As they rode Ashe helped t change the subject and told the prince of herself, how she's been on her own for quite some time now, only stole or conned to survive, hid from people at every chance and stayed to herself to avoid pain and conversation. She also didn't like talking, went without doing it as much as she could. -patting his back still she then looked back at him and smiled- "does this place have good food?" She asked. "Lord knows I love to eat"
Jeff MacGee: His mask, made from a resin material, he tightened it using the latches on the side of his straps. While doing so, he listened and nodded occasionally to show his interest, and before he could even ask another question about her, she was asking one of her own. Fuck! I left that maid in charge of the potatoes. We are supposed to have a feast tonight!" Jeff suddenly remembered, before looking back up at her. "Only the best food. I will get food in your stomach as soon as we get back. Don't you worry. If you need-..." Jeff reached into his pouch on his jacket and pulled out some Jerky sticks that was made fresh this morning. "Want one?" He unwrapped the plastic that shielded it from the rain and his pocket lint and handed a fresh, salted jerky stick to her. "These are the best. They are apparently rare albino elephant or something...it's an extremely rare delicacy I guess." He smiled, in a friendly manner, holding it out./ Meanwhile, the oiled Lord sat, shimmering and fattened to the point of looking as if he would burst. "Anaya, my queen. First, all your requests will be given. But all I ask is-...that of your maid. Milla. I want her in my bed chambers." He smiled evilly, as he sat up, this process taking a whole 2 minutes. "I need a beautiful ditzy woman like that." His sausage fingers clinked together in an evil manner before spotting Samuel and Sneering. "You didn't tell me you had a mate, My queen. And what of your son? He was supposed to be here. But instead he caused a disturbance and was sent home." He nodded his head, cutting either of them off before they say anything, gripping a chicken leg and taking a large bite of the greasy drumstick. He then spoke with his mouth full. "I had a proposition when it comes to you, Anaya." He breathed between every few words before smiling. "A town a few days from here, Firedor, is in need of a new lord to lead their armies. That means that your next In line for the crown would need to marry into the kingdom. And as I heard, Lord Jeff has not tied the knot yet. If you can get him to agree to the marriage, you will have that army that you need, so badly. That is why you are here, correct?" He took another bite, the behemoth of a man, and continued. "Milla, and Jeff....all I require for your requests. No gold needed."
Fallon Rage: Wrinkling her nose with the tilt of her head, Ashe took the jerky stick from Jeff and bit off a tiny piece and began chewing. "it's really good" she mumbled through closed lips. "I don't think I've ever eaten this before".. Ashe sat back and chuckled at him stressing over the feast in his home tonight. "Your home must be enormous. I've only ever been in a....." She coughed as her voice trailed off before finishing. There were things she hadn't wanted anyone to know about yet. "twisting her red locks between two fingers of her left hand she held onto the he jerky sticks with her right and continued to look out the window. "How far are we now? Will we be there soon?"
Anaya: she turned around as she called out to her son. “why don't you come over here and meet the towns people, have some lizard and have fun” her face was bright as it was a alright day, well kinda if you took out the rain.
Jeff MacGee: Sighing, he rose and walked over toward Anaya, He looked at his own feet as sadness plastered its self all over his expression. "Forgive me-...I am not feeling social." He stood by his mother, awaiting for permission to leave, simply dripping from head to toe in rain, being very unamused with the current events that have transpired thus far. "The people around here hate us somewhat. Do you see that at all? I may have already had to defend myself. These people need order." Brow furrowing, he shook his head. He stepped away, bowing to all of them. "I have hired a girl to be my handmaiden. I must go collect her. I will return." He then took this time to walk around the crowds, looking for the girl he had met earlier.
Ashe Fallon Rage: Clenching her fists once again Ashe couldn't control what was brewing inside of her, so after watching Jeff walk Into the bar she grabbed her pack and turned quickly on her heel to walk off. Young children smiling at her as she passed them, some with cotton candy and caramel apples, playing games, and laughing with their parents, waving at her as she walked by them, like she was just another person at the fair. Ashe sat at a nearby bench and hoped she would run across the Prince once more.
Jeff MacGee: Jeff kept walking in the rain, before looking up at the sky, and feeling each pellet crash onto his face with a simple PLOP. Emotion welled inside of the young prince, so many feelings of having to remain a sarcastic, cynical, and well put together individual and so many other feelings of wanting to break, scream, and destroy everything. He killed his brother not even 24 hours prior and each step he took brought him closer to his inevitable boiling point. "Jaurl-..." Jeff whispered as he felt his heart drop, dropping to his knees, 15 feet in front of the benches where Ashe likely was. His heart felt like it was going to explode with each breath he took. Was Jeff having a panic attack? The all powerful prince was, for the first time in forever, all alone. No guidance. No companionship. No voice. Jaurl was gone and it was his fault. Firedor was gone, and it was his fault. Toni was gone and it was his fault. Anaya had died and it had been his fault. He had done nothing but cause trouble, and after 120 years of holding all of his anger and sadness in, and hours of pretending he hadn't killed Jaurl, he exploded. His power would rise, and his tears would flow. His aura became apparent to those around as the purple energy touched the clouds. "Jaurl!" He let out a loud scream, before smashing his fist into the pavement, again and again and again. His knuckles cut open, the blood dropped from the right hand, the aphrodisiac smell filling the air before being washed away by the pounding rain. Children and fair goers backed from the prince. Before the murmurs came. "That's the prince! "Is he okay?" "Someone get help!" "He seems injured already." "Children stay back.." Jeff listened to the townspeople whisper different words to each other before looking at his reflection in a growing puddle of rain and his own grieving tears. "He is crying-..." A little girl stated before walking forward and staring at the prince, before holding out her stuffed doll. It was a figure of the prince himself. A toy vender sold them, along with ones of Anaya, Isis, and even Samuel. The stories written of them made them become popular among the local cities around the continent. Jeff looked at the blond haired doll version of himself, taking it gently into his hands and looking to the little girl. "T-...thanks." She simply nodded to him and walked back into the crowd. He rose to one knee, before taking his surroundings in into account. Dozens of people staring at him. He simply stood to his feet and walked through the crowd, who parted like the Red Sea as Jeff got close to them. He then, spotted Ashe, who likely watched the entire ordeal.
Anaya DeLaRose: Anaya was enjoying the small moment with her people, she had not seen the townspeople in over a year and for some reason she new the happiness was going to be short lived. She could feel Jeffs spike in power level as she looked to some of her people“please to the love of the god sky keeper do not leave this spot i will be back” she let out a sigh as she grabbed the arm of her mate and pulled him out into the rain, a couple drops hitting her face as she cringed to the burning it was giving, she was not in a happy mood as the family was being seen on a very high level today, she had to have a meeting with the governor of this little crap town and her son scaring everyone was not going to make dealings any better, she should have made him stay home, but he had a hard day and she understood that,hell she new how it felt when she killed her own sister with the bathroom drapes, funny thing her sister got her them for a birthday present, karma is amazing. She walked over to her son as her red eyes cut the rain like daggers it was clear she was not a happy camper right now due to rain making her on edge and in pain all the time, breathing in the water in the air made even moving and talking painful. “people don't like us cus......” Samuel placed his hand on her shoulder and looked at her “he has had a long day my dear, the cart is up front just have him go home, i am sure we can deal with the fair here” Anaya nodded and let out a sigh “just take the cart home Jeff, bring your new found maid with you and get her used to the place and settled in, have her take the guest bedroom up near your room if you like and Jeff” she looked at him “don't get overly attached to this one ok” she turned around hearing the mutters of the towns people at how the prince should be more in control, but then agein they had no idea what had happened the day before as well as they were all human, 90% of the people in this world were only humans, people like the royal family and people at the castle had to adapt and take that into thought, humans fear what they don't understand be it good or bad, humans here would never understand them and Anaya new this, so they had to adapt to the humans not the other way around. Anaya stayed there watching her son waiting for him to say something as the cold rain coated his body and dropped from his garments.
Ashe Fallon Rage: Playing with the small ring on her finger Ashe was lost in thought, the rain hitting the top of her head and running down her long red locks, before she heard a scream and stood quickly turning her bead toward the crowd that already started to form around the culprit. Moving. Toward the crowd she had a sudden urge to run away but found herself pushing through the crowd stopping only when she saw Her new lord on his knees on the ground and a woman with high Royal appeal and stature. Sure this was the mother he spoke about Ashe stood back for a moment. Unsure what she should do, Ashe only walked toward Jeff and knelt down next to him once the woman walked away. "Come Jeff, I.. I think it's time to go now." She watched the towns people stare at him, and heard their murmers about him not being in control of himself. Ashe felt a large amount of pain coming from Jeff. Pain, anger, and rage were just pouring from him. But the tears falling from his face were barely visible through the rain, showed immense pain. Touching his shoulder softly Ashe felt bad for the Prince, and for once she though maybe he needed her, just as much as she needed him. "Come now Prince, straighten up." She whispers to him. "Your mother doesn't look very happy, and it's my first night on the job."
Jeff MacGee: Jeff turned and stared at his mother. "Don't put that on me-...they don't like is because-..." He then felt Ashe by his side, helping him, away from The crowd. "I will go home. Fine. Enjoy your fair." He then limped on his left foot, his injuries from last night became more and more apparent with each step he took with Ashe. The townspeople murmured about the queen and her madness, as well as questioning the prince's sanity. They made it 100 feet away from the crowd and to the cart, before Jeff opened the door For Ashe to climb in first, then he followed. He looked at the driver and whispered to him in a low monotone. "Home, please Alfred." Alfred nodded and slowly, the horses began to move. A large sigh came from his lips before he whispered softly, cutting through the silence. "I had to kill my brother-..." Jeff blinked and shook his head. "It sounds weird when I say it like that. Out loud." He gripped the seat tightly and growled in emotional and physical pain. "He just-...wouldn't stop attacking. He is all dressed up on a pyre...waiting for me to burn it. I-...don't know what to do. I'm-...so scared." Jeff, for the first time, admitted to a stranger, his fear. That he was afraid of something. "I am expected to drop everything and keep myself well put together-...but...He was what kept me together. I'm sorry-...I didn't-...expect to do this. I just-...exploded." He rested his heads in his hands. "He was all I had when it came to friends."
Anaya DeLaRose: Anaya watched her son limp away as she was hurt inside, hurt for the fact that the seen had just played out and also angers at herself as well as the towns people who had the balls to mutter things behind them. Anaya turned around leaving the rain safety of the leather over hang as drops hit her face and the skin burned off showing the white scale line under. People backed up with wide eyes as Anaya went back under the leather over hang. Slowly her face healed but there was more then enough time for people to leave and stop being kind and happy to see them. Anaya looked to her mate “you know something they don't need order, they need more understanding that they are not the only ones here, and that difference is not always a bad thing, but i guess it is about time to make it to the feast hall, got to talk to the governor about the mill establishment we need that grain, ya we can get it form other places but it would be helpful to have it from here” she muttered as the towns people had left to go back to the fair festivity's. As Milla came over Anaya could not help but smile, she had candy cloud on her head in the shape of a large rimed hat and half a lizard sticking out her mouth. “Anaya Anaya i had fun with the kiddys” Anaya could not hep but burst out laughing as Milla was talking with her mouth stuffed with lizard. “ya i see that Milla, the kids clearly are not scared of you” but then agein who could be, Milla was the cute one of the bunch, there was not a thing about her that would be taken as something to fear, cute feet to that nose to her soft blonde hair even her persona was that of a child to the ones that new her, no one really new anything else about Milla that was the way the girl liked it, no past no future just the now. “milla clean yourself up will you or go back and play we are going to head out to the feast hall have to do the royal work you know, want to come or play” and Milla said not a word and ran away, playing at a far was way more fun then doing royal work and there was kinda a cute boy over were she was playing at the candy cloud stand, so like yes she was going to play. Anaya laughed and looked at Samuel as they started to walk to the feast hall “guess it is you and me” Samuel nodded “yes my lady Anaya”
Tsu: Despite the angry sheets of rain cascading over the small town, there was no denying the walking girl was stranger. Not to say that the young lady was unattractive-… In fact she was… fairly average. Short brown hair, plastered to her face with the rain, uneven and patchy at the best, it was a wonder if she either a. brushed it out ever, or b. took a kitchen knife to it to adjust her fringe. Tied back in two uneven braids which stuck out behind her in a messy fashion and held together with what appeared to be the stems of leaves, it was clear she cared very little for her physical appearance. Her face was entirely average, save for her eyes, one brown and the other green shadowing a sunny expression and freckled nose. Wearing a simple green forest attire, looped to her belt were two leashes one attached to an angry, hissing six legged badger, and the other loose and hanging at her side. Looped at her back was a simple tan jug, which for once sat silent, as she was out of its contents, and thusly wandered out of her forest home to located more of the brew she relied upon to keep herself relaxed. No, Serinne was an elven forester, collector of animals and all things with teeth, claws and a bad attitude. At her side, the badger nicknamed Bonaparte walked by his masters side, huffing noisily at the ground as she chirped with a quiet tuneless whistle. It would be noted her careless swagger, as she bumped past people with so little as an excuse me into the town, bustling with people carting their items around the town square and narrowly avoiding Bonaparte’s impatient snapping mouth. Arriving at a particularly interesting cart, with small dolls, the girl paused and overlooked the items on display. The cart manager, with hand coating over his eyes to avoid the rain smiled, “Greetings miss, can I interest you in a doll of one of the royalty? Crafted by my wife of the finest-…” Serinne wasn’t listening her eyes narrowing as she looked over the wares, “You’re missing one.” The man looked momentarily confused and blinked multiple times as he accounted for the merchandise. “I… don’t think o miss, everyone is accounted for-.” “And what about her majesty, the late Lady Lyric? Sister of the Queen?” The small surrounding area had gotten quiet, and tittering voices began to fill around the embarrassed shop keep. “W-Well we didn’t think it was important to…” It was here that Bonaparte let out an angry snarl, and Serinne’s hand gripped at the leash with a silent ferocity to keep the bad tempered badger from tearing into the mans ankles. “You can have the queen’s playmate, but not her sister? And of the prince as well-...” It was odd for her to be speaking so formally, Her eyes darkening as she looked over the variety of dolls, the badger biting at the air as she yanked his chain again, causing one of the bystanders to speak up. “You need a muzzle on that thing, its frightening the children.” Another piped up with agreement as she turned around and stared at the lot of them with an eerie smile. “Bonaparte’s just upset because we lost track of his sister, Josephine a few hours back-…” She glanced over her shoulder as the crowd seemed to shift with unease. “She’s gonna be having her pups soon-… violent lady, and hungry.” “And you let the beast free?” Serinne smiled to herself, there was no Josephine-… But they didn’t know that, and her natural charismatic nature made it near impossible to tell when she was lying. “I figured I’d let her off the leash for a little while-… Hadn’t expected her to run off so quickly. She probably found a bed to sleep under-… Children’s beds fit her best, so I might have to start looking there.” Her fingertips scratched absently at her chin before she shrugged, looking back at the shop keep. “You invoke the wrath of the dead when you deny their dues. Keep that in mind.” Turning on her heel, she wandered past the rain, and past the crowd, Bonaparte chuffing soundlessly at the ground as she continued past and towards the nearest bar without so much as a shake of her head.
Ashe Fallon Rage: Sitting across from the young Prince and watching him struggle Ashe thought about how she came to be here and her own vices. Skeptical of everyone she figured maybe this place was worth a shot, and maybe he was worth befriending. What would it hurt? "I'm sorry about your brother" She said quietly, leaning forward to ruffle his hair in a friendly manner. Ashe had no interest in anything but herself, but just maybe she could be a good friend to him. Moving next to him she puts a hand on his back, his face still in his hands, not sure of what to say to him, she hums quietly to herself, looking out the window of the carriage.
Jeff MacGee: A sigh came over him as he felt his power decrease. "I am literally expected to come back after 120 years and pick up where I left off. I just-...really could use a fucking cigarette." Suddenly, his hair was ruffled with a hand and a pat on the back. He grunted softly, shaking his head and allowing his hair to flow back into place. "So I uh-...outta show you around when we get back. I am still kinda figuring everything out. I have only been home a short time and I have already hurt too many people." He had a tendency to go on and on when in fits of rage and sadness, however, this was also because of the prince's obvious A.D.H.D. He blinked softly, before looking up to her patting his back. "So-...you live..like I do-...used to?" Jeff smiled from behind his mask, awaiting an answer from his new friend, trying his damnedest to find a new subject. In the fair yard, a rather well dressed man approached the Queen and vowed respectfully. "Lady Anaya, forgive my intrusion but the Lord would like to see you now. He is a very busy man and would also-...like to ask why your son is having um-....an episode. Follow me?" He motioned and carried a clipboard, walking in a prissy manner toward a large tent. Inside rested a rather fat man, at least 500 pounds, In nothing but a gold crown, a chalice in his left hand, many rings on each chubby finger and a golden silk cloth. "Have-.." Breath "...a" breath "...seat, M'lady."
Tsu: There was nothing in the days following Jeff’s admittance, beyond an acid in her veins-.. literally burning every fiber of who she was and who she had claimed to be in the years prior to meet him-… Or perhaps more specifically, being introduced to him, following the truth. It was similar to being dissected while one was awake-… An utter upheaval of everything she had come to believe in the years following the destruction of her home, and the death of her son. She wandered at first with slow steps, throughout the halls, always two steps ahead of everyone and somehow managing to hide whatever managed to seep down her cheeks in the times between people as from minute to hours to what felt like hours she patrolled the holds grounds until a path was worn into the fragile ground, and all ground was tread to dust. It was only when night fell that she returned to the hold-.. Returned to the shared room and ran her hand down the marking on her neck that he had placed in a moment of her utter weakness… H had been both a man, and a demon, and now what was he? A man; Just a man. A man who she had fallen completely and irrevocably in love with, and somehow, it only served to heighten the ache in her chest as she faced herself in the mirror of her room, just above the wardrobe, and seemed momentarily unable to function as she simply stared with bloody red eye back at herself, her long white hair sticking to the perspiration at her face and neck as she, bedraggled, and broken stared back into the face of one who despite her pain managed to maintain silent composure. A composure which literally repulsed herself enough to calmly drag her claws across her flesh and strike blood into the air without rhyme or reason, peeling off the flesh he had stained with his venom and allowing it to fall from her bloodied fingers without removing her eyes from the mirror watching the flesh stitch back together… There was a noiseless cry for justice as she cleared her room of clothing, or items and fineries… The empress’ dress for the ball laying on the bed in all its splendor, fresh stitches in place to adjust it as necessary… It felt wrong to leave-… not for any reason but for her promise to him-… but really at this point, the very thought of him touching her caused the flesh of her neck to itch, and she scratched at it, like a woman possessed, until the flesh became raised and angry. Lunaria had packed her things as a maid walked in on the ruckus, leaving her quieted for a moment hunched over the bed securing a scream behind her hand as the maiden entered with a platter of tea. Young, supple and sweet, she entered quietly behind the succubus, and seemed momentarily surprised as the small of her items had been packed save for the dress. Had she had simply left, perhaps Lunaria would have forgiven the interruption-… but it was when her painted lips opened that the succubus zoned in on her prey. “Milady Lunaria-… you’re not thinking of leaving are you? His lordship would be most upset to know you were leaving in the dead of night…” Before she had a moment to catch her breath, Luna had turned on the girl, hand gripping her neck and crushing her voice into silence as a scream attempted to lodge from her throat. Pressed into the closed door frame, Luna raised her pinky finger to her lips, hushing the girl with a tender smile. Oh but there was malice to it-… silence utter malice that the girl picked up on as Luna’s tongue travelled from his jaw line and up to her ear. “Who would have thought, such a nasty little girl would be wandering the empty halls… Sticking her nose in where it doesn’t belong…” It took her a moment to press her free palm against the girls breast, fondling her teat above her dress, and chuckling as the girls heart pounded, her nipple puckering beneath the fabric of her dress as her captors thumb dragged against it. “A little slut-… more so than myself-… You want me?” Her voice came out like that of a snake, dangerous as her grip released only enough to allow her victim to whisper a negative response only to tighten again… “Aaah… no dear, I think you want me-… And I’m willing to give myself to you, if you are willing to give all of yourself to me…” Oh there was no doubt the girl wanted Luna-… was it for her flushed cheeks and stunted breath through he nose in labored pants as Lunaria’s claws dragged down her corset front, snapping the laces free and allowing the shell to thud uselessly to the ground beneath her. Her loose petticoat was warm from her flesh, fragrant with the tart scent of perspiration and perfume. The material fluttered as the succubus dragged her claws along her flesh, causing the girls choked breath to smart again, prickles of blood reaching the surface as her tongue dragged over the beads and down, as the white fabric of her maids garb fluttered open exposing her breast to the air. Dime sized nipple already plump with desire, the woman caught the warm flesh in her mouth and gave a long heady suck, releasing the girls already bruising throat enough for her to catch her breath with an elongated, “Oh god-… Milady-…” Without rhyme or reason the girls skirts were hoisted up, and Luna’s hungry mouth rose from the girls breast to her mouth, tangling her tongue with the girls as her fingers eagerly circled her most sensitive of buttons in a lazy, practiced, roundabout way. The girl didn’t protest further as her hand rose to try and give her assailant the same, only to have her hand clasped tightly and thrown above her head. And held there in a vice grip. The girl was desperate for breath but was forced into submission without until her lungs screamed for release. Each breath released in a breathy moan as Lunaria caught her neck between her teeth and suckled fresh bruises to the surface without a secondary thought. The markings were mottled with red, blood pooling to the surface of her flesh as the demoness grew less and less patient with the mortal girl, and plunged her fingers into the girls aching core until excitement pattered to the ground beneath her skirts. “Miss-… I’m going to-…” “Cum girl? Have I told you that you may yet?” “N-No ma’am…” “Then you hold it-…” “B-But I can’t milady-…” The girl choked out, voice strained as Lunaria eagerly continued without solid rhyme or reason. “You will hold it-… Or I shall tell the empress of your lack of conduct…” “I’m more worried about milord Jeff.” But before she had a chance to wipe the drunken smile off her face Luna’s quim coated fingers dragged up and into the girls hair as she ripped her head back and began the agonizing process of sucking out the girls soul from her very lips. Naturally one would have expected the process to the easy-… painless, but it was quite the opposite. Much like peeling the very threads of marrow from one another, the young girls pleasure coated soul pooled into Lunaria’s mouth with enough intensity to gorge her throat. The heat of the girls soul scorching her lips and drawing the veins around her mouth upwards to the surface as the girl began to literally wither in meager seconds, unable to scream, choked by her very life force as at first the sweet sugary balm broke out to the rich irony flavor that accompanies the utter energy she found within souls. It was here Luna’s eyes rolled back into her head with ecstasy as the girl withered into nothingness before her. Similar to a sponge relieved of too much water, her life-force dribbled into nothingness, and before she had a chance to falter into ashes, Lunaria relieved herself of the girls corpse and allowed her husk of a body to drop to the ground, her clothes sticking to the withered bones in a heap. Rather than cleaning the girls excitement from her fingertips, Lunaria used the girls clothing before standing and writing a note. “I have decided to take a small journey to visit my daughter and deliver the payment to our household. I am sure to return before the Ball. Dock my pay for my absence if you must.” With a careful signing hand, she wrote out her signature, took her bag and turned on her heel to leave the hold without a nod towards any of the staff.
Anaya DeLaRose: the queen looked to the man that came up to her and she too the hand of her mate and followed him. “Greetings Lord ” Anaya said in respectfully she had to try to get this mess right she needed this mill agreement done right she needed to get grain for the stable and her troops to try to rebuild and to be able to make bread and other foods for everyone. “Lord, i do apologize for the outbreak in the fair , the prince has bin sent home to relax it has bin a long day for him, i am sure you can understand how it must feel to hold hardships” about a year ago word came to the castle the lord here lost his wife and unborn little girl to the illness of Scarlet fever that swept the human population down, with no cure for the fever it ended up culling a lot of the human residence of this town and then they were forced to rebuild and burn all the body's, it was hard time for everyone even the castle suffered some losses but due to the fact very little of there residence were even human it was not a large deal for them, but they did offer help and resource to smaller towns...but this one was not one of them. “about the mill agreement, we offer you one thousand gold coins, and one hundred assorted diamonds and gems, as well will pay for yearly use of the mill and trade, i am sure this would be more then enough for it ” sadly Anaya and this town did not have the best of bloods, ever since the royals did not aid this place there had bin a wedge in between them all. She had tryed to mend it but the loss of his wife and his child witch had him drown in drinking and his own food table, it just was not something so simply mended, but she new he wanted the trade root almost as much as she did, and there binding with this would force her to help him in the future of things went wrong, so he new and she new much could be gained from it. Samuel just stood there as he put the leather cover away as it folded up, they were inside the feast hall and Anaya had moved to sit. Samuels eyes pondered his mate, everything about her was gorgues, and the dress she had picked today, golden and shimmering with white hair falling down upon her shoulders, hips and curves her figure of that of a price woman made for nothing more then pleasing a man and making every devilish dream he held come true. Samuels eyes then moved to the over sized Lord siting up before them, Samuels eyes did not leave that man, he was very protective of his mate.
Ashe Fallon Rage: As they rode Ashe helped t change the subject and told the prince of herself, how she's been on her own for quite some time now, only stole or conned to survive, hid from people at every chance and stayed to herself to avoid pain and conversation. She also didn't like talking, went without doing it as much as she could. -patting his back still she then looked back at him and smiled- "does this place have good food?" She asked. "Lord knows I love to eat"
Jeff MacGee: His mask, made from a resin material, he tightened it using the latches on the side of his straps. While doing so, he listened and nodded occasionally to show his interest, and before he could even ask another question about her, she was asking one of her own. Fuck! I left that maid in charge of the potatoes. We are supposed to have a feast tonight!" Jeff suddenly remembered, before looking back up at her. "Only the best food. I will get food in your stomach as soon as we get back. Don't you worry. If you need-..." Jeff reached into his pouch on his jacket and pulled out some Jerky sticks that was made fresh this morning. "Want one?" He unwrapped the plastic that shielded it from the rain and his pocket lint and handed a fresh, salted jerky stick to her. "These are the best. They are apparently rare albino elephant or something...it's an extremely rare delicacy I guess." He smiled, in a friendly manner, holding it out./ Meanwhile, the oiled Lord sat, shimmering and fattened to the point of looking as if he would burst. "Anaya, my queen. First, all your requests will be given. But all I ask is-...that of your maid. Milla. I want her in my bed chambers." He smiled evilly, as he sat up, this process taking a whole 2 minutes. "I need a beautiful ditzy woman like that." His sausage fingers clinked together in an evil manner before spotting Samuel and Sneering. "You didn't tell me you had a mate, My queen. And what of your son? He was supposed to be here. But instead he caused a disturbance and was sent home." He nodded his head, cutting either of them off before they say anything, gripping a chicken leg and taking a large bite of the greasy drumstick. He then spoke with his mouth full. "I had a proposition when it comes to you, Anaya." He breathed between every few words before smiling. "A town a few days from here, Firedor, is in need of a new lord to lead their armies. That means that your next In line for the crown would need to marry into the kingdom. And as I heard, Lord Jeff has not tied the knot yet. If you can get him to agree to the marriage, you will have that army that you need, so badly. That is why you are here, correct?" He took another bite, the behemoth of a man, and continued. "Milla, and Jeff....all I require for your requests. No gold needed."
Fallon Rage: Wrinkling her nose with the tilt of her head, Ashe took the jerky stick from Jeff and bit off a tiny piece and began chewing. "it's really good" she mumbled through closed lips. "I don't think I've ever eaten this before".. Ashe sat back and chuckled at him stressing over the feast in his home tonight. "Your home must be enormous. I've only ever been in a....." She coughed as her voice trailed off before finishing. There were things she hadn't wanted anyone to know about yet. "twisting her red locks between two fingers of her left hand she held onto the he jerky sticks with her right and continued to look out the window. "How far are we now? Will we be there soon?"
