The Choices We Make.

Like most mornings her day started with riding her drake through the crisp morning air. Most of the ride was to clear her head of the ghosts of her past. How each one found their way back in with their own special way. One a necklace and another when she needed him to call but there was one ghost that never truly left. The days of not assisting her queen were spent with him and enjoying something different than what she was used to, peace. She spent her morning in Eversong, not far from the dark woods that kept her family home a secret thinking of a choice.. 

The more she thought of him the more a smile formed naturally on her pale flesh as her fel green eyes stared out to the waters ahead. “Once upon a time I was sent to be your mistress.. To seduce my way into your world and expose you. When that day came you offered me better and what secrets I was to claim for that woman I claimed for you.. Being your private blade until you no longer needed me.. It was because of being your blade I met another, well not really, but was more formally introduced… As the years passed my loyalty was shared but deep now my loyalty grew into something stronger.”

“I have shed tears for you my rose, bled for you and lost my sight because I stayed true to you..There had been times I thought you didn’t care, that maybe it was best to find someone who cared about my skill and I thought I did.. In the end I was made a fool. You asked where have I been and that question was answered poorly.. But no matter what I did, I always came back to you.. It wasn’t my loyalty that allowed me the strength and will to survive that torture but something more.”

“Something that now it can be..” She thought about the day before and how she took pleasure in sitting in his lap and reading a book from his library as they spoke about life and death but something more important. Even he knew she was not a house wife and needed adventure but after the years of pain it was time to rest the old blades. “In this life I have lost.. Lost so much and done things so wrong. I loved a friend who I truly thought would be my happily ever after yet after so many trials and being abandoned you learn somethings are not meant to be.. I then loved the dead another who I failed.. A single bite and my return to the city or return of said friend caused enough conflict to send him on his way and never look back..”

“As a life of the living I have failed.. Failed those I should of cared more for and wasted time on those that are nothing but a fading memory.. You ask me a question.. Could I fully be in the grip of undeath? I spoke of time and waiting but it is time to end one chapter and start a new.. A new chapter where there is no more pain and suffering but peace… But there will not always be days that I am given peace for after all these years even you know well I could never truly rest my blades..”

“For there is a woman who needs me at her side, now more than ever.. My true queen, who has taken me in when I was lost and provided me with so much more..” She sighed and looked at her drake before standing. “A life not as chaotic and with more stability… I have failed in life but I will not make the same mistakes in death… When the time comes…I seek a that chance… No longer shall the ghosts of the past haunt her but for once the pale that roams through the dark woods will be at peace with a true love at her side.” She mounted her drake and soon took off.. Her mind much focused than before as this time she finally knew what she wanted in life even if it meant doing so in death.

To be continued…

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  The Shadows danced as she watched him through the dark orb. Her head slightly tilted as emerald orbs shifted and inspected him and each of his movements. She was curious, but that was rather common for her. She as an inquisitive woman, always learning, always seeking. She was having trouble coming to an opinion of the man. Now, that wasn’t wholly true. She came to an opinion of him, often, it just continued to change. 

  A crystal ball, created from aubergine glass sat within an ornate brass claws. It stood in the center of the round room, a rune that shimmered purple under her feet. Within these private quarters, she took the luxury to gaze. He wasn’t a fool, even if she had wished he was. Though he wasn’t nearly as clever as he thought. He could be dangerous, she admitted as much to herself, but likely not quite as lethal as she. 

  Idly she wondered where he was going, to what little gathering he needed such a finely pressed shirt, why he had cleaned up so well and what he thought about as he hooked each pearlescent button. It was a silly thing, to stare at a man she hardly knew, to watch him. There was no other way to find out the answers to her questions however. Or so the excuse went.

  The soft growl of her void walker approached, the ethereal beast shimmering and attentive as he stood next to his Mistress and waited with deep and empty eyes. She didn’t peel her sight from her observation, long pointed fingernails tapping gently against the tinted glass as she remained pondering. Finally she inhaled and with a wave of her hand, the Shadows dispersed, leaving the Orb empty save the reflection of nearby candles. 

  “We have work to do…” Words passively directed at the demon who howled softly. “See that all the reagents are in order. An illusion spell, as well… something potent. That will be effective on the Undead.” 

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The Waiting Game

{Due to certain circumstances a huge change has been made. Certain parts of last story will not be progressed and original plan will continue as is. Thanks for following and sorry for any confusion in the future.}

The waiting game.. That was exactly what she had been playing since her return from being kidnapped. She left Jin’s apartment and returned to the veil ones to be injected with the serum to help prolong the effects the toxins in her body would do it her and then she would venture back to the harbor awaiting news from her beloved and only friend Yuri. In the past twenty four hours every memory that was once blocked had been returned to her leaving her to feel disgusted and alone.

She had cheated which was the very thing she tried so hard to be against. Lost those she cared for and now she had failed at protecting her only two sisters she had, Stitch and Cellie. Maybe that was why Yuri wanted her to stay.. As the years progress from when she was once a blade to Count Felano she grew weaker not stronger. She had spent her own selfish time trying to find a place to belong but most of all a place to feel loved but how can someone love a girl who had been doomed for the very start. Each bond she had faded and relationships were never easy as none of them made it through a solid year.

A huge part of her wanted to leave again.. To restore the old home she had with her adopted mother Cereza and seek peace within the empty halls but how could she when there was still the doubt of leaving her sisters.. It was the only thing that had kept her going.. To push herself out of bed and at least make an attempt to better herself which was why she had answered the veiled ones when she did.

They offered her the things she wanted the most.. A place to belong, a place filled with purpose but even with them it was a waiting game.. Wait until we need a new toxin.. Wait…. That was all Fox’s life had ever been… As others progressed in her life she stayed behind… Still waiting… As she sat out side of Eversong a soft sigh escaped her lips..”Just wait a little bit longer.. She’ll send word… Wait a little bit longer.. You’ll have your happy ending.. This curse of constant pain won’t be forever… The cycle will be broken.. Just because father was damned doesn’t mean we should.” But if she only knew that not only was she damned but Stitch was as well. The doll had been through an emotional roller coaster and still til this day didn’t know what was real. Was Kane’s love real.. Did he really mean it or was he truly lost by the veiled ones.

She raised her head to stare at the golden rays blessed by the sun allowing enjoying the warmth given to her on such a darken mood. “Wait.. Just a little bit longer.. Good will come.. It has to…” Shadows covered the vixen’s form as she disappeared to walk around the plagued grounds of Silvermoon City until news from Yuri came.

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Sorrowborn

Had time really stolen so much from her? From them both? She supposed it had. Like a great wheel, turning at it’s own pace and of it’s own will, time never ceased. Despite the lives being lived, despite the anguish and joy of the mortal, time simply continued without thought or care.

His face was the same though lines of worry seemed to have given up their deep hold easing to something less. His eyes were the same, violet embers smoldering behind shadow of something more. And yet, he was not the same. Her brother had changed. Hadn’t they all? As she reached for him, laying her hand gently along his cheek, Riesse ached with sorrow for all that had been lost, left unsaid and undone. Her mind screamed deep in it’s recesses wanting to go back, to undo all that had been done yet she knew it could never be. Fate was a cruel temptress.

“Rook.” The single word, the solitary name held so much anguish, so much joy. Their bond had been broken, severed for a price she wished they’d never had to pay. For an instant, as he lay his lips softly against her forehead in farewell, it seemed nothing had changed but, that too was a cruel jest for she knew only time would reveal what more she had lost and with each step he took, leaving her standing in his wake, she wept deep in her soul for what may never be again.

The afternoon waned as Riesse sat in her office at Dracone Holdings, her quill paused as she reached for a soft, leather bound journal..

“It is done, the deed Felano requested. Diva worked long into the night to make it so. He came in again today, verified all was set as it should be. But, nothing is as it should be or perhaps, it is and I simply struggle against it.”

“Lady Dracone,” the man coughed lightly, pushing the door farther open as he entered and faced the woman behind the desk. “The Sorrowborn has returned. Her Captain…he however, did not.”

Riesse paused, looking up slowly from the page and writing there. “What do you mean, he did not return.” Concern broke her concentration and gathered it’s reflection in her eyes.

“He left. Simply walked away when docked, never looked back. All he said was…forgive me, Madame, that well..that the damn ship was haunted.”

Riesse simply looked at the man, Mr. Tidewell, with his straight forward gaze, for a moment, “I see. Have her looked over, pay the crew and give them leave. I’ll attend to a new Captain. Thank you.”

Tidewell nodded, giving a small bow of his head before backing from the room and quietly shutting the door behind him.

Riesse rose, turning her frame and stepping to the window behind her desk. She lay her forehead against the sun warmed glass. “Some men weren’t meant to dance with dragons..” Her lids closed as she took in the heat offered by the afternoon sun and allowed the silence to embrace her.

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Home

How long had they talked in quiet voices far into the night? How long had it taken for her to feel his nearness and his coming to her steps? It seemed only to be the blink of a lash.

She had not yet even settled in, unsure of whether she was actually coming or going. The dust still lingered in the corners, dancing as she opened doors silently, moving about the Registry. The walls breathed again, a sigh of relief and welcome as she moved, softly humming. The stairs bore her slight weight with ease and the tomes shivered beneath the tips of her fingers as she lovingly trailed them over backs and bindings. Home, Or was it? She had yet to decide though the pull to her heart strings was undeniable.

It was well into the night already when she felt his presence. As always it began with a charged change in the air. Like the prickling of hairs at the back of her neck, alerting her, then shifting into a calming sureness that enveloped her. To business first and foremost, Felano seeking a duty from her, and then to something else. A beginning, a rekindling of friendship that never ended despite the distance of time. With a single brush of the back of his hand, she knew the possibility of things being set right.

Though she knew not what the morning light held, she was assured of one thing. He would never shrink from the beast that lay sleeping within. She had looked into the past, the window opened with a ring and time piece. She knew now who she was, what she was, even though her mind remained fragmented, stolen gaps in time, she knew. And while she now understood the past and she supposed, her affinity for Knights of death, she could not see the future. Locked deep within the recesses of her mind and soul, her essence was kept safe, secure from those with shallow thoughts and closed minds. Never again would she be swayed by bent politics or the fickle emotion of society. She would walk her own path, stumble in her mistakes, fall and rise again. She would do it knowing full well that it was of her own choosing, a slave to no man’s whim and she would do it with those who understood and accepted or by the Gods she would do it alone.

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Felano and Nyxan are no longer a couple. Felano has taken their daughter to live with his Grandfather.

This is all I will say about it. We had decided to go our own ways.

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lmao They were quick with that one.))