Let the Fun Begin [[Appy]]

[bg=#120700][atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellpadding,0,false][atrb=cellspacing,0,false][atrb=width,450,true][th] text "speech" thoughts "other characters' speech" He continued to look at her, almost expressionlessly, though there was a hint of anger. She took a step back, not physically, but with her words. Immediately rethinking what she had said and trying to patch up what ever she had torn apart. She hung her head, appearing some what genuine in her sort-of apology. He was cautious now though, not sure what he should trust, whether it be her words or body language. He nodded once, yes trust was earned. And her trust points were quite low at the moment. Though, he would give her the chance to earn some, he supposed. She seemed particularly annoyed with Vondur though, and when she glared at the creature, he couldn't prevent the twitch of a smile on his face. Though, it wasn't a particularly good smile, slightly amused, perhaps, but more of wicked origins. Vondur narrowed his eyes at the mare, turning to look her in the eye before growling loudly and quickly swatting at her, large claws nicking her just enough to draw blood before walking away. He turned, sat next to Ramaskith and lifted a lightly bloodied paw to lick away the blood, all while watching the mare with hungry eyes. "You will be given a chance to prove your worth, and whether or not I should trust you. Be sure to not waste this chance. I will not be so forgiving again." Ramaskith walked up beside her, "Do not disappoint me, Ophaile." His eyes narrowed before he turned and continued walking, expecting her to follow. Vondur trailed behind him, pausing to give the mare a toothy grin, almost laughing at her, before bounding forward to walk beside Ramaskith. ==Author's Comments . Word Count 283 . Notes - tehe. :B . Muse - decent . Tags - ophaile

[bg=#120700][atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellpadding,0,false][atrb=cellspacing,0,false][atrb=width,450,true][th] text "speech" thoughts "other characters' speech" "My name is Vondur," the lion growled, stopping and turning to look at the mare disdainfully. His voice was deep and rough, as if it wasn't used often. And it wasn't. He didn't like to speak when he could use actions to get his point across. He had spent years in Rama's head, yelling at him, telling him to do things, and now he could move on his own and make his own decisions. Words meant nothing. It was the actions that the words invoked, the actions that words may betray. It was much more fun to do the unexpected, instead of speaking and giving away what you were doing! Though, Ramaskith talked a lot, he did so to make his intentions clear..usually. Or to lead someone into thinking something differently. Vondur didn't find the need to speak. And, Ramaskith approved of it. They were both tired of listening to him. Though, he couldn't help but speak aloud when the mare seemed to think he was incompetent, not anything but a mere beast to sit at Rama's side. He was anything but. He was not under the control of Ramaskith, he did as he pleased. Usually, both he and the equine thought the same things, so it wasn't too much trouble to do as he asked; they were one in each other, after all. But he wasn't going to let this mare speak about him as if a stupid, brainless animal. Not at all. Ramaskith smirked, continuing to walk forward. They were amusing, entertainment in a world full of sad faces. He glanced behind him breifly, seeing Vondur roll his large shoulders as he moved forward again, glaring at Ophaile. He flicked his tail to the side, hissing at the chocolate mare and trotting back up alongside him. "I don't suppose he likes you very much," Ramaskith commented, a small smile remained on his face. "I do hope, for your sake, that you don't give me a reason to feel mutually." ==Author's Comments . Word Count 343 . Notes - vondur is fun. :B . Muse - decent . Tags - ophaile

[bg=#120700][atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellpadding,0,false][atrb=cellspacing,0,false][atrb=width,450,true][th] text "speech" thoughts "other characters' speech" Vondur smirked at the mare's obvious surprise, and the greeting she forced out. He bounced forward, not saying anything else. Ramaskith only nodded to her reply. She was stating the obvious. Who would want to be on the wrong side of a war? Only those who didn't know which side was which, and stuck to petty morals and thought him the bad guy. Bah. They would pay for it later though, in blood painted on the ground and slavery. They did not deserve to be forgiven so easily for their sins, their betrayals; no matter how desperately they begged. He was not soft, not in appearance, not in words, not to others. He never had been. He hardened the others around them to see thw world as it truly was, and he taught them how to survive. If you were on his side, you had nothing to worry about. People say things about him, but they did not know. Some claimed he was crazy, insane, for trying to take over and rule the land. He laughed at them. It is what was promised to him years ago! He was meant to rule, he was born into it. They were foolish to think anything different. And those that followed him would be rewarded greatly for their services and loyalty, as they should. The others would be punished severly, because that is what they deserve. The others blame him for what is happening, to what is becoming of so many; but they are the only ones that can determine their own fate. And so many have chosen wrong. That wasn't his fault. ==Author's Comments . Word Count 273 . Notes - mreh. rambling, really. i didn't know what to put. /: . Muse - bleh . Tags - ophaile

[bg=#120700][atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellpadding,0,false][atrb=cellspacing,0,false][atrb=width,450,true][th] text "speech" thoughts "other characters' speech" Ramaskith noticed Ophaile's interest in his daemon, and only smirked lightly when she questioned him about his own. He nodded once, "Yes. A patronus is the beginning of a daemon, though some may not have the ability to transform to a tangible being. A patronus is the first step of splitting a part of your soul into another conscious thing." He glanced over at her, and seeing her genuinely interested expression, continued. "You see, a patronus is like a ghost. Floating beside you, or elsewhere, speaking to you in your mind, and often unseen by those that do not possess the same advantage. A patronus can aid in a fight against a creature who also has a patronus, though the erethral being cannot harm anything living. They can make it seem as if they are hurting you, but they will actually just fall through anything solid." He paused for a moment, letting the knowledge sink in before continuing. "A daemon is the patronus, but in a living form. It can now be seem by everyone, felt by everyone, attack anyone. Really quite handy, yes? Though, there are limitations as to how far one may travel from the source body; ourselves in this instance. Those limitations were not present in the ghostly form, but they are not too hindering either." He glanced down at Vondur as the feline growled. He did not like the limitations, but he endured them. He was also constantly testing the distance by which he could travel away, convinced that perhaps it would lengthen the more strain he put on it, or even break eventually. Ramaskith just laughed at him. "To obtain the patronus, you much first find the essence that makes it possible to split your soul apart. A very rare thing indeed." He nodded again, once, continuing forward, their walk not interruped by the conversation. ==Author's Comments . Word Count 311 . Notes - blah. . Muse - decent . Tags - ophalie