Post by Rhemilya_Vargo on Aug 18, 2017 20:57:19 GMT -8
Sune had worked for the queen for he knew not how long but then working for her had this way of playing with ones memory. Was he born here or bought and sold here? who were his parents? Did he have any siblings? He couldn’t recall any of it anymore than he could recall how he had gotten his metal leg. The only things clear in his mind was that he belonged to the queen and she held the flute that controlled him.
The castle BlackHeart located in the desolate wintery north was his home. The run down city bellow his play ground and training arena all in one. The dungeon’s bellow where the queen kept her enemies a place he feared and had only been to when he had failed his queen and she had seen fit to put him there.
He walked the halls now looking like nothing more than a human scribe wearing brown boots, leggings and a shirt. Over which he wore a red overcoat to keep out the cold and as a marker of his station. It was not his real station of course as he was a tracker and hunter for the queen. Few in her realm knew that though, just like few knew the boy could change into a fox at a whim. It was a secret kept between him and the queen.
The soft thud of one foot was followed by the more metallic clang of the other as this same boy now slips into a secret passage of the castle and came out into the queens room, staying in the shadows. “my queen you summoned me” he said quietly, the call of the flute she had probably just blown on bringing him here to her.A flute that was in itself a work of magic sealed into solid shape.
It was the length of a normal flute but made of such fine glass that had it been in better shape and not all cracked and scratched up, one could have probably seen right through it. Along the left side of the flute was a silver inlay that spelled out the boys name while on the other was the intricate tracing of a fox image. Delicate crystalline holes doted the top where fingers would dance along their surprisingly smooth surface to play the thing. It played just like any normal flute but the sounds it made.. they were more like the howling of a lost soul or an injured beast. That said, the call to him had been a silent tune only he could hear.
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Ah yes. The queen of the land. The head honcho. The countess of the dark. Purveyor of shadows. She held many titles given to her by the lowly commonfolk. Some called her evil, some called her the best thing that had ever happened to this land. Those people were very wrong. She was a corrupt soul with a blackened heart and who cared only about the power she amassed and that she stayed the top of the food chain no matter what. She did not generally do thing herself, that's what her subjects were for. Perfect little minions to do her bidding.
She remained in her lavish chambers, a warm fire burning in the hearth as green-yellow eyes stared into the flickering flames. The woman, with her chocolate brown hair falling about her in perfectly styled waves sat on her bed, pillows piled behind her back and a pair of glasses perched upon her nose as she read through a book titled 'Magic Through the Ages'. She loved magic. It was as much a part of her as her own soul. Or at least, that's how she felt. She was relaxing, having just blown a few notes on a curious flute she kept on a stand on her bedside.
She made a sour face when the boy slipped into her room, his metallic extremity clanking loudly on the floor, "Getting a bit slow are we? Perhaps next time I will call Arturius instead. At least he can walk about quietly." The queen did not look up from her book immediately. Leaving Sune to stand there in silence before she finally closed the pages. The woman looked up from her book and tugged her glasses off. She was a beautiful woman, the spitting image of the two women who'd bore her. Neither whom was amongst the living anymore.
The queen grinned widely, "I did however summon you. You are correct. I have a bit of a job for you actually." She climbed to her feet, a dress custom made by her own hands fell about her form as she walked to a large pensieve in the corner, looking down into it and running a finger along the glistening surface of the liquid inside.
"It would seem a curious soul has come to our lands. One who posesses similar abilities to my own." She of course meant the ability to channel magic, which in this land was a rarity, "I need you to find and eliminate her. I believe the unicorns have taken her in." She looked over her shoulder and tossed a piece of parchment at Sune, "Her likeness is drawn upon that. Don't bother coming back until she is no longer breathing."
The parchment held a picture of what the queen had looked like as a child. She would give no answer beyond this.
"Understood?" She asked.
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His blue eyes drifted along her form from where he stood silently waiting. He shifted his weight as the fire light flickered in the hearth. He liked the way her hair fell along her body and onto the bed but the he liked most things about her appearance. She was very attractive and he had thought many times about getting closer. It was a desire he couldn’t fully ignore but one he would never be able to fulfil either. So he settled for getting to look at her like this, alone in her room with her, where he was sure few others got to go.
He pursed his lips at the mention of being too slow, trying his best not to wince as she verbally lashed out at him and threatened to call in Arturius next time “My Queen. I’m sorry for my timing..” he wanted to blame his lateness on his leg but who knew what pain that might bring so he just gathered himself and bowed to her “I will do better to be on time My Queen” he promise her, straitening and moving a bit more into the room so she could see his long shoulder length blond hair and blue eyes. She had his full attention now. “I will see to adding padding to my right boot My Queen” He added, in hopes this would help him move more quietly and that she wouldn’t refrain from doing him harm.
Again he was left to wait at the foot of her bed though the waiting wasn't bad considering that he got to be here with her alone. He would never admit to her that he cherished such moments, even with how cruel she could be to him. He couldn’t help it, she held his flute and thus owned him mind, heart, body and soul.
His eyes followed her as she got out of bed and that dress fell to the floor. He found himself licking at his lips and wanting to get closer still but stood where he was, only pivoting on his heels to follow her movement as she went to work at her pensive in the corner. He listened intently to her every word in regards to there being someone new and interesting in the land, a blond eyebrow raising in curiosity. The paper being tossed landing at his feet so he would have to stoop to pick it up.
“Yes my Queen. I will find her and kill her.” He bowed to her, paper now in hand. “I will need the same elixir as always to hide my leg My Queen” he reminded her gently, as she was the only one capable of such magic and he would need it. After all running around with a metal leg stood out regardless if you were a fox or a human.
The castle BlackHeart located in the desolate wintery north was his home. The run down city bellow his play ground and training arena all in one. The dungeon’s bellow where the queen kept her enemies a place he feared and had only been to when he had failed his queen and she had seen fit to put him there.
He walked the halls now looking like nothing more than a human scribe wearing brown boots, leggings and a shirt. Over which he wore a red overcoat to keep out the cold and as a marker of his station. It was not his real station of course as he was a tracker and hunter for the queen. Few in her realm knew that though, just like few knew the boy could change into a fox at a whim. It was a secret kept between him and the queen.
The soft thud of one foot was followed by the more metallic clang of the other as this same boy now slips into a secret passage of the castle and came out into the queens room, staying in the shadows. “my queen you summoned me” he said quietly, the call of the flute she had probably just blown on bringing him here to her.A flute that was in itself a work of magic sealed into solid shape.
It was the length of a normal flute but made of such fine glass that had it been in better shape and not all cracked and scratched up, one could have probably seen right through it. Along the left side of the flute was a silver inlay that spelled out the boys name while on the other was the intricate tracing of a fox image. Delicate crystalline holes doted the top where fingers would dance along their surprisingly smooth surface to play the thing. It played just like any normal flute but the sounds it made.. they were more like the howling of a lost soul or an injured beast. That said, the call to him had been a silent tune only he could hear.
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Ah yes. The queen of the land. The head honcho. The countess of the dark. Purveyor of shadows. She held many titles given to her by the lowly commonfolk. Some called her evil, some called her the best thing that had ever happened to this land. Those people were very wrong. She was a corrupt soul with a blackened heart and who cared only about the power she amassed and that she stayed the top of the food chain no matter what. She did not generally do thing herself, that's what her subjects were for. Perfect little minions to do her bidding.
She remained in her lavish chambers, a warm fire burning in the hearth as green-yellow eyes stared into the flickering flames. The woman, with her chocolate brown hair falling about her in perfectly styled waves sat on her bed, pillows piled behind her back and a pair of glasses perched upon her nose as she read through a book titled 'Magic Through the Ages'. She loved magic. It was as much a part of her as her own soul. Or at least, that's how she felt. She was relaxing, having just blown a few notes on a curious flute she kept on a stand on her bedside.
She made a sour face when the boy slipped into her room, his metallic extremity clanking loudly on the floor, "Getting a bit slow are we? Perhaps next time I will call Arturius instead. At least he can walk about quietly." The queen did not look up from her book immediately. Leaving Sune to stand there in silence before she finally closed the pages. The woman looked up from her book and tugged her glasses off. She was a beautiful woman, the spitting image of the two women who'd bore her. Neither whom was amongst the living anymore.
The queen grinned widely, "I did however summon you. You are correct. I have a bit of a job for you actually." She climbed to her feet, a dress custom made by her own hands fell about her form as she walked to a large pensieve in the corner, looking down into it and running a finger along the glistening surface of the liquid inside.
"It would seem a curious soul has come to our lands. One who posesses similar abilities to my own." She of course meant the ability to channel magic, which in this land was a rarity, "I need you to find and eliminate her. I believe the unicorns have taken her in." She looked over her shoulder and tossed a piece of parchment at Sune, "Her likeness is drawn upon that. Don't bother coming back until she is no longer breathing."
The parchment held a picture of what the queen had looked like as a child. She would give no answer beyond this.
"Understood?" She asked.
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His blue eyes drifted along her form from where he stood silently waiting. He shifted his weight as the fire light flickered in the hearth. He liked the way her hair fell along her body and onto the bed but the he liked most things about her appearance. She was very attractive and he had thought many times about getting closer. It was a desire he couldn’t fully ignore but one he would never be able to fulfil either. So he settled for getting to look at her like this, alone in her room with her, where he was sure few others got to go.
He pursed his lips at the mention of being too slow, trying his best not to wince as she verbally lashed out at him and threatened to call in Arturius next time “My Queen. I’m sorry for my timing..” he wanted to blame his lateness on his leg but who knew what pain that might bring so he just gathered himself and bowed to her “I will do better to be on time My Queen” he promise her, straitening and moving a bit more into the room so she could see his long shoulder length blond hair and blue eyes. She had his full attention now. “I will see to adding padding to my right boot My Queen” He added, in hopes this would help him move more quietly and that she wouldn’t refrain from doing him harm.
Again he was left to wait at the foot of her bed though the waiting wasn't bad considering that he got to be here with her alone. He would never admit to her that he cherished such moments, even with how cruel she could be to him. He couldn’t help it, she held his flute and thus owned him mind, heart, body and soul.
His eyes followed her as she got out of bed and that dress fell to the floor. He found himself licking at his lips and wanting to get closer still but stood where he was, only pivoting on his heels to follow her movement as she went to work at her pensive in the corner. He listened intently to her every word in regards to there being someone new and interesting in the land, a blond eyebrow raising in curiosity. The paper being tossed landing at his feet so he would have to stoop to pick it up.
“Yes my Queen. I will find her and kill her.” He bowed to her, paper now in hand. “I will need the same elixir as always to hide my leg My Queen” he reminded her gently, as she was the only one capable of such magic and he would need it. After all running around with a metal leg stood out regardless if you were a fox or a human.
