A Reunion of Destruction

[Lillith]

lore_silveris* Worn leather boots found themselves trodding up the path to his fathers kingdom. Orbs of silver arose to take in the overwhelming sight of his parents power. Looming spires, walls as far as the eye could see. The sounds of so many people melded together to form an almost tune, one of city life, intrique and drama. It had been a long time since he'd been in any kingdom, let alone one he was heir to. The man who stood upon the cobbled pathway of his parents home, painted a picture far different than the one when he left. Gone was the princely robes that had donned his frame, replaced by simple leather. Brow and black leather, more suited for traveling and battle. Gone was the baby fat of his youth, replaced by taut muscle and sinew. Gone was the light within those silver eyes, replaced by eyes that had seen death, decay ... war. Gone was the naive soul that departed from these gates all those years ago, returning now a battle hardened veteran, and a man. Even the bejeweled katana was missing, replaed by a simpler one, the handle merely wood and leather bindings. A long no-dachi hung from his back, his thumb hooked 'round the strap about his chest. Rising to a height of six foot six inches in height, his hair now reaching the small of his back, he wondered if anyone would recognize him. The muscles along his jaw clinched as he set his jaw, tilted his head forward, as if approaching an oncoming storm, and marched forward toward the inner keep. He might very well get the boot for suddenly appearing out of no where. But for once ... he hoped for a bit of relaxation, perhaps a bit of pampering. He'd been muddy, bloody and worn for far too long.

Anishal_Silveris: She had returned to the Kingdom, one might perhaps think on the sly. For what reason she didn't know. Perhaps simply due to the fact that this had been the one place she had been able to call home for an extended period of time. She was aware that her presence within surely had been noted, whether by Damon or whomever sat the Throne in his abscence. Yet she didn't care. She had come simply to dwell once again within the Caves she had made her own long ago, before she had departed. To the skies she had taken once her Lords presence no longer filled her. To the skies to once again seek those of her ilk. A paltry few she had come across, yet she had been pleased to note they were young. Dragonkind was not dead.. not yet. And as she lay settled within the darkness, dozing as this Mighty Ancient Silver was want to do, she felt a presence that had been gone from her life for a long time. To long. Slowly saphhire hues flecked with silver would open, her mighty head lifting as nostrils flared quickly, gathering in this new scent. Lore was here. Her son.. Her massive bulk would rise, easing herself from the Caves to swiftly leap from the cliffs edge, wings snapping open to carry her forth. Her son, the son taken from her so long ago as a babe. How would he greet her? The mother he had never known? A bellow she would send forth, loud and strong, a greeting. The light would dance off the silver of her scales as she swept towards Lore, giant talons grasping to the stones at the Keeps uppermost tower as she perched, almondesque eyes sweeping below to catch sight of Lore. Grown now he would be.. would she even be able to pick him out?

lore_silveris* The only vanity left within Lore was his hair. Long tresses of silver, somehow kept smooth and silky, held back behind his head by a simple leather strap. Everything else about him seemed anything but princely. The soles of his leather boots were torn and muddy, his clothes in ill repair ... and he was fresh out of water. Lore was an attractive man, though at the moment it was tarnished by several days of hair growth, and splotches of dirt. That same mottled face rose to the monumental call within the heavens, and it brought a smile to his lips. For a moment, he felt the urge to discard this human shell and drift upward into the skies with her. Would she be surprised at his size and might? But he was slightly different than his mother, something he'd gotten from his father. As he was now ... he was weaker, not as strong. But he found ... the more he survived as such, using his weaknesses as strengths, the greater he became in all avenues. And should something come along he was truly ill equipped to deal with as he was now ... Then all the better as his might truly shone. His gaze drifted away from the glorious sight of his mother in flight, his silver eyes eyeing the many staring people about him. There were too many people ... his mother would never see him. All those hundreds of scents, she would never ascertain his location through the many other smells of sweat, spice, horse and other such city things. He made his way toward the massive steps that led up to the main Keep. They were wide, and open, only a few guards posted at the top. Surely she would she her son, standing alone, amidst the white of the marble steps. Once more, his grizzled features gazed up, and quietly, and patiently awaited to be spotted.

Anishal_Silveris: Indeed, as always the area was teeming with populace. The Ba'al had gone to great lengths to make Destruction a home to many, not simply a place where War began. She had loved him for that.. among other things. But that was now a time passed. wings that spanned 400 feet tip to tip settled upon her back as her lengthy neck craned out, serching below for the one that might be her son. Ignoring those that gawked at her presence. She had risen from her slumber for only one thing. Where.. there. A lone man moved from the crowds of the Markets, pacing up the steps towards the Keep,his gaze settled keenly upon her. A slow breath would be gathered in as she took in this sight. Ah, by the Gods he was a grown man. Her heart swelled, filled with love and pain. Love for this babe of hers, this gift she was allowed, this gift she thought she would never have. Pain for never having been there during his growing years, for not being able to show him the love she held so very deep, for having missed out on so much. A low rumble would thrum from deep within her chest as her sinuous body moved, dropping like a bullet from the tower with her wings tucked tight, only to fall upon the expanse of marble at the top of those many steps. Talons raked upon the stone, her massive triangualr head shaking back and forth, her spiked tail sliding to encircle her as she came to sit upon her haunches in a rather regal pose. The guards posted did not move, though they did gape. The Empress had been gone for a long time, many thought her presence would not be seen again. In all honesty she did not think she was Empress, or even Keeper any longer. She was simply an Ancient, spending her days and nights alone, sleeping. -c-
Anishal_Silveris: Her gaze lingered upon Lore as he climbed the steps, and she saw the smile gracing his lips. So handsome he was, so strong and seemingly self-assured. And finally, though her large maw did not move, he would hear her speak, her timbre silver-bell sweet, wafting upon the wind about him, dancing through his mind, across his flesh. My son..?

lore_silveris* The frayed length of his leather cape whipped out behind him, his long mane of silver tugging about behind him fitfully, and all at his mothers mere approach. Those calm silver eyes flinched not an inch however, as he beheld his mother in all her beauty and majesty. As the wind about him stilled, his left hand was placed upon the long pommel of his katana, bending a knee upon a higher step, looking ever so the confident mercenary, where there should have stood a prince. Still ... her presence stirred within his heart something fierce and awesome, his chest rising with the sudden feeling of loss breath. Regret bit at his reserve, and still the feel of a man betrayed bit at his soul, hatred teeming at the deed from the father. His mother ... by the gods he stood before his mother after so many years. He barely recalled her, as a dragon pup, eager to suckle at mothers tit, memory fading as to what she had truly looked like. In truth, he couldn't rightly remember what she looked like at all in human form. He wasn't even sure if he'd ever seen it. Still ... there would be no falter in his voice, no tears brimming those intense eyes. He'd seen too much, lost so much, he was a boy no longer. Still ... at this moment, something he'd been thinking about the whole long journey home, and all those things he'd planned on saying escaped his memory. His witty salutations escaped his lips, and all he could manage out was ... "Mother ..." A long pause, those silver eyes of his searching across her own eyes of almond, and sliding over her silver hide. "I'm home." He awaited ... anything really. To be embraced, to be back handed across the market street, to be baked alive in the breath of her nostrils. He'd no idea the mood he'd put his mothers heart, the day he left, and those long years he'd been gone ...

Anishal_Silveris: Though her heart was near bursting, she to shed no tears. Though what stood before her now was a man grown, no longer the small pup that for such a short time played about her feet, she to could not cry. Tears for this female had ceased long ago, even before the time of the Ba'al of Destruction. Yet to watch him drop to a single knee, oh this would not do. She was not Empress here, not to him. Not to her son. A shimmer within the air would occur, looking much like the heat washing off the desert, and no longer would the Ancient Silver be before him. Atop those steps now stood the Woman. The form she now held yet another gift from her Lord, the fusion of Silver Warrior and humanoid female. Over 7' she stood, every inch of her supple form shifting with muscle. Her body was covered in silver, a fusion of scale and skin, impenatrable(sp?). Her long mane of shimmering silver wafted about her body, glinting in the light, hanging well past thick, thighs. Lore would now know where he got his lovely locks from.-c-
Anishal_Silveris: Upon the swell of her hips hung her sword Godsbane, never did it leave her side, this entity unto itself. And she was moving, stepping towards her son, a predatory grace in her movements. quickly taloned hands came to his arms, urging him to rise as her piercing gaze delved into his own. And slowly a smile would grace her own lips, lifting a hand to graze talons oh so lightly over his cheek, letting out a sigh seemed held for a lifetime. " My dreams have come to life. My son stands before me after all this time. Never kneel to me Lore. I am but your Mother, not your Queen."

lore_silveris* He stood, in near awe, as he slid his gaze the length of her form. As impressive as she was in dragon form, there was someting ... inspiring of the hybrid cross of draconic majesty, and female perfection. "Never in my wildest dreamings, have I beheld the beauty that my mother holds." There was no need to play the part of calm son, not in his heart anyway. Eyes shuttered closed, as he slid forward, laying his head, unashamed, upon the massive heft of her bosom. "I've missed you so ..." His arms wrapped 'round behind her back, tugging her in close whether she liked it or not. He'd been far too long away from his mother. And even though this time spent apart did nothing to help them get to know each other ... she was his mother, and he her son. What need there to be a distance, a wall between them. He took in her scent, squeezing her tight, even going so far as to lift her off the ground, pressing himself ever closer to her, as if becoming one. As he lefted her above his head, arms wrapped tightly about the small of her back, silver eyes gazed upward into her stunning features. "Forgive your vagabond son, and pamper me awhile?" He asked with a sly grin, tilting his head ever so slightly to one side. "No caves though ... I've slept in too many caves these days. Eaten rotten meat ... chased ... et cetera ... I need a good pampering."


Anishal_Silveris: To have him so close, she did not know what to do. Did not know if physical affection was something he was accustomed to, for indeed his Father was not. Yet he suprised her by near eagerly laying his head upon her chest, sliding his arms so tightly about her slender waist. Her arms in turn encircled him, her cheek nestling against his head, her eyes closing as she basked in his mere presence. A good thing perhaps as he easily lifted her off her feet, hugging her near fiercly, causing a soft gasp to escape her before her feet found purchase once again. Oh and she had to laugh, for she was indeed taller then her son, yet he managed to lift her with such ease. Laugh with sheer delight as he grinned up at her, asking to be.. of all things.. pampered! Ah, to finally laugh, to feel merriment, and love. The sensation flowed through her body, her soul, and she reveled in it as she leaned down to allow a kiss upon his lips. A kiss she had waited so long to place, even as her lonely no longer arms held him tight. She had to loft a brow though, the hapiness in the beauty of her visage fading somewhat upon his request. Her gaze shifted to over her shoulder, looking upon the Keep, upon the huge doors she hadn't set foot beyond in such a long while.-c-
Anishal_Silveris: Finally to gaze upon Lore once more with such love in her eyes, talons toying through stray locks over silver drifting over his eyes in the soft breeze. " As much as i would love to pamper you my son, and though you say you are 'home', I know not if this truly is. I have not set foot here in a very long while, and I do not know if I am even welcome. It was only your scent that woke me from my slumber of so very long. Your.. father.. has not made his presence known to me for quite a long time."



lore_silveris* Her cheek upon the top of his head was more a prize than he had found in his many long years of adventures. Her arms about him brought him more warmth than any fire he had found himself next to, more comfort than any kingly bed. Her laughter lifted him higher than his or any other wings could carry him, to the heavens he soared with but one moment of her laughter. Oh and her lips upon his ... the soft stretch of flesh of her lips meeting his own, lips they did quiver by the mere touch of her own. His breath echoed out in shallow breaths against the smooth contours of her features, eyes closed for fear of what they may show her should they open. He returned the kiss in pull, pressing his lips deep against hers, pressing so hard it hurt, so that he could feel her teeth even through the soft lining of her lips. And as they drew apart his smile returned, thinking her silly for distress. "Mother ... I meant not this keep or it's castle walls. I am home within your arms and in your heart. That you love me, that you spend time with me, is more a prize than any I have found in any dungeon. More than I have found in the arms of any maiden. Your kisses stolen with greed, more valuble than any king's randsom." He smiled so vibrant now, as he held her in his arms, he would not release her, should this but fade away and the dream fail him. "If we are not allowed in the kingdom so be it, I am with you. And I have saved up some coin in my random passings, I'm sure we can find somewhere to plant ourselves, and give root to indulge. What say you to some wine and merriment. The most expensive of inns, or a harem to dot upon us. Your hearts desire my mother, my empress."


Anishal_Silveris: She could not contain the smile that once again graced her lips still burning with his kiss as the words that flowed from him caused her to look sidelong upon him. " Such smooth talk from your lips my son. Have you learned such speech from your extensive travels. Speech to lure the ladies to your arms perhaps?" She would turn to look once again at the doors to the Keep, and she could not help the slight fading of her smile. The barest narrowing of her shining eyes. Would Lore sense the bit of anger from her, the loss, there and gone so quickly? It was of no matter, for she was gathering in a breath as he offered up his time for her, as the words mother and empress sounded so sweet from his lips. Eagerness now showed, for an idea came to her. One she had held for so long, since he had been but a pup. She would look to Lore, then to the skies, a glint within those fathomless hues of hers now. Oh, if any she had known could see her now. See the happiness and contentment pouring from her. This was not what had been known for so long.-c-
Anishal_Silveris: Angry, hurt, a Dragoness ever willing and needing to kill, to spread carnage and fear in her path. " Save what coin you may have my son. Anything we should need or want I can gain with ease. An expensive Inn you say? what a delicious idea. I have not been amongst mankind in this form in many a century. If anything it would be ammusing. I ask but one thing of you.." Again she would lay a large yet soft hand upon his cheek, stepping towards him, eagerness in her gaze she locked upon his own. " Fly with me Lore. It is a wish I have held tight to for so long now. Fly with me, mother and son. Let us show all that our ilk has far from perished.."

lore_silveris* Finally he let the strength in his arms relax, allowing her more of her own personal space, though the palms of his hands remained upon the small of her back. He stood close enough still, to draw in her presence, consume every bit of her scent to memory. Every curve set deep within the confines of his mine, never to be forgotten again. "I have ... had my dealings with social life, intrique and such ... I have found I can have a silver tongue should I have need of it." He wasn't going to go into vivid detail of the women he'd laid, if that's what she was going on about, but still ... that motherly accusation in her eyes, it brought the most wicked of grins to his handsome features. Lore felt older than he truly was, he had felt true loss, found such wondrous friends, only to lose them. He'd taken the lives of many, and fought to keep his own on countless occassions. He'd seen the hurt in so many eyes, the subtle things a body did when deep sorrow laden their soul. The silver of his brow inclined ever so faintly, though his smile never waivered. He wanted his mother to feel anything but pain, grief or anger. He yearned for her laughter, her smiles that had been for so long kept from him. Lore didn't assume his draconic form often, usually it was as a last resort. He met out his own justice with muscle and steel, but he could not refuse his mother her ownly request. "Of course mother. It would be a honor to fly with you." Finally he dropped his hands from about her waist, and took a few steps back away from her. If they were to both shed these skins, the majority of the massive marble steps would be consumed by their girth. -C-
lore_silveris* Raw power was fueled into the very fiber of his being, shifting first in those silver eyes of his. The transformation after that was immediate, his form changing into that of a silver dragon in the span of a heart beat. With the transformation came the boom of a mighty thunderclap, and the sudden cry of marble collapsing 'neath his mighty weight. He was almost too bright to look at, as the sun beat down upon hard silver scales, looking so much like a holy brazier of light. The thick membranes of his wings stretched and flexed, creasing as if leather, audibly heard. An impressive maw opened to reveal a myriad of spear like teeth, glistening with a slight sheen of saliva. A few practice flaps of his wings, sent gusts of winds into the near crowds, wind whipping out behind him, almost as dangerous as the maw that now screamed out a challenge to the world. It was true, it had been far too long since he had spread his wings. "To flight!" came the mental cry toward his mother.


joseph_rahtemn* So much time spent, in so many dealings. It was a wonder than the kingdom had not fallen to ruin around him, while he had remained so hidden away from the eyes of those within the city. Such was a rare thing indeed for the people of 'Lore'. They were familiar and accustomed to the face of their loving and just emperor, and now, it seemed that he had departed, or rather, had grown ill. That was the statement offered to the people. A lie perhaps, but not one that was directed from the lips of Damon himself. No, he had said nothing and retired to the deepest recesses of his study and had remained there for years on end, only now, upon this day to emerge. Now, it was not the presence of his 'wife' or the presence of his son, that had drawn him out. It was only a matter of convenience that he should emerge, only to find them so close. Intriguing to say the very least, and he revelled in the relief that his former, dealings had managed to offer him. The work was to be set aside for now, the studying, the experimentation and the work put into a project that he had taken upon himself to perform. All that was needed was to actually perform the task, and that was going to be accomplished in time. Simply not now. At the moment he paced forward upon sandal laden feet, his flesh no longer as bronzed, nor embraced by the caress of the sun. The features of his face aged, but marking the handsomeness it had so many years before. Even now the gray was forming within his neatly trimmed bear, and those soft silvery tendrils marked his temples, yet did not yet reach the mane of ebon that descended and curled about the column of his neck.
joseph_rahtemn* The warm embrace of the world beyond the palace was met as he passed beneath the thresh and stood upon the top step. The weight of his right hand rested upon the length of a long, gnarled cane. Those masterful fingers coiled about the onyx head, which was shaped in the ephigy of a dragon, the rest of the cain was a black so rich, and dark that it seemed beyond the shadows, in regards to the shade. His robes were as always of good quality, but nowhere near the superfluous wear that nobles and kings should wear. Simple, long white robes, that fell in angelic layers down over his form. A form that was well honed in the arts of combat, but just the same touched by age, and the grips that age had upon a body of human mae. Slowly he lifted his head, granting his eyes, of dark, chocolate brown to behold the presence of his son, drawing forth into his own dragon heritage. Coincidence? Was it not his line that was branded the line of Doragon? No, there was no coincidence in the selection of his own bride, and the creation of his own son. The fruit of his loins, the apple of his eye. Did it pain him to see the boy, now a man? No, there was only pride lingering behind his eyes, as he observed, the massive wing span, the mighty presence, awe inspiring, beautiful. His left hand was held at his waist, the tendrils of white, draped over the length of his forearm. The day was pleasant, the presence lingering far beyond the kingdom, that churned, bubbled and brewed however was most certainly not.



Anishal_Silveris: She very much noted how glib his answers were to her inquiries, but she did not press. Now that she had found him, or vice versa, she knew there would be time enough to hear his tales. Time enough to listen to his stories eagerly. Her son was once again at her side where he belonged, and indeed, she would kill to keep it that way. She would kill anyone, anything that tried to seperate them again. He was hers. Her flesh, her blood, her kin, her kind. Many steps back would be taken as she watched his smile broaden, giving in easily to her request. Quickly, easily his human form would fade, and her heart would swell near to bursting as his transformation completed. Her head tilted back far as she took in the majestic glory of her son now. All strength and sheer power, indeed her eyes would squint as the sun danced off the silver of his scales. Her arms would raise to the heavens, her laughter shouted up to him as he prepared to take to the skies, and she with him. -c-
Anishal_Silveris: That familiar shimmer would flow about her as the Woman disappeared and the Dragoness came to bloom, her own wings extending, her jaws opening to bellow forth a cry of delight. Lore, as dragon, dwarfed her already, though in thier years he was still but a pup. 400 feet of silver dragon set beside her now, causing her the need to shift more away from him. the marble beneath their feet was crumbling swiftly due to combined weight, her haunches flexing as she too neared taking to the skies. But no.. not as yet. Something, nay someone caused her to pause. A low snort as her wings slowly eased back down, as her head turned to take in the sight before her. The sight of her Lord.. returned. Lore.. wait.. A whisper Joseph surely heard, even as a hiss escaped her as she stared at him. Was this to be a glorious family reunion? One could never tell with this man.. let alone with her.

[Lillith]

lore_silveris* Pride was never one of his strong suits, perhaps one of the few subtle claims his father had on his soul, on his making. But still, the love for his mother, and the pride he could almost feel pouring from her, truly made him feel great. A feeling he'd not had in many long years, not since he'd been blessed with the friendship of Jin, his one and only true friend. No ... not since so much blood stained his now calloused hands. And then the appearance of his father, such strange thoughts drifted through his mind. What would his father think? Those many spilled veins at his hand, was it pride ... and for what cause would that pride be for? For the evil that his father was, or that his son, now a man, knew the weight of being a man of power. It caused him to raise a mighty paw, and stared with emptiness at the silver palm, when he had been expecting the filth of his bronzed skin. The paw drifted to the tattered remains of the marble stairs, his intense silver gaze drifting to his father. There was nothing hid there, in a gaze that spoke volumes, chapters pouring forth from those accusing eyes. He would fly with his mother, but this reunion was best served warm. His form reverted, into that of the tall young man. Long silver hair replacing so many dangerous spines, reptillian eyes rounded and smaller, now humanoid. And there was that silence that always met their ... so brief encounters. As father stared at son, and son at the father. So many questions seeked forth from his mind. It was a trivial question as to whether his father was probing his mind or not ... They were as clear upon Lore's face, as if he uttered them aloud. "Why the secrecy?!" cried his eyes. "Why the lies!" screamed out his soul. For it was a lie as well as any other, the secrets kept in silence. In truth ... he was happy with the man he was.-C-
lore_silveris* He'd made choices and lay in the beds he made. He'd done wrong, and he'd done right. But ... all that he would have sacrificed for but the truth from what mattered most to him. Even his mother had not spoken the truth of the world in which Lore was born. Instead, given only what his betraying eyes could see. That he was a prince ... nothing more. Nothing more as to what his father was. He understood that it may have made an impact on his alignment, should his father been honest with him. But ... at least he would be more his son in that circumstance, than the strangers that now stared at one another. But still, the only thing truly uttered, was but a single word, and a single nod. "Father."




joseph_rahtemn* The man before them both was a man with very few regrets. Even now as his son shifted back from that mighty form to the frail guise of humanity, he did not waver, nor did he seem phased by all that he saw. The uttered whisper from his wife was heeded, yet he said nothing, nor did he pace down from those broken or crumbled steps. Not yet, no, Lore was in thought. That registered easily to him, as his eyes fell over the face of his son. What thoughts? Who would know? Certainly it was not his cause to pry into his son's mind to scry certain truths from him. No the features of Lore's face explained the age old conflict that had always lingered beneath the surface. However, where as Lore felt cheated, and perhaps lied to. He, felt nothing but satisfaction. Lore was strong, agile, powerful and honorable. Those were the things crafted to him not merely through blood, but through discipline, love, and attention. As a father he had excelled or so he believed, and as a mentor, he had delivered without fail. Lore was a man who could stand on his own and reap the benefits of his every and any action. Why then was there stryfe? Because the young man had not known? What good would it have done? It would have only swayed him to an extreme, to either out right defy him, or to have him bending knee like so many piteous servants. That was not the path for his son, he would not so ruthlessly engineer a walk way for his own flesh and blood. Finally he descended, his foot placed upon the step, destruction undone in a moment. It was not even a task, as the marble, so recently crumbled beneath the weight of the dragon, began to piece itself together seamlessly beneath his steady gaite.
joseph_rahtemn* For better or for worse he had made a decision. The truth was presented, he had not denied his son anything. However he would not have made the mistake of exposing the truth of himself to the boy, to infest his mind with possibilities that he could not control or fathom. For now however he seemed utterly, aloof. Calm in the face of a situation that did not present itself often. He moved with the grace of a man who was suited to power, and wielded it with ruthless efficiency. Yet he did not seem to savor the idealogy of such power, nor flaunt it. Even the reparation of the steps was sleek, fast and without superfluous show. He descended to even ground. "Welcome home, my son," he offered with a nod of his head. The courtyard was bare save for the few men, who patrolled the gates, and admitted those who had business for him. The day was slow, and quiet and he was pleased that the affairs of the kingdom had run well, even in the absence of his herald. A tragedy he would remedy one way or another, to be sure. For now however those thoughts were a distant echo. The weight of his left arm shifted, and ascended, gesturing to the man before him. And then after moments a smile rolled over the features of his once still face. "You've seen much," he stated, factually. "No longer a boy, and yet still plagued by thoughts of the past?" he inquired, a single eyebrow ached high upon his wrinkle touched brow. -c-
joseph_rahtemn* "Again I pose you this question Lore," he stated, before pausing a moment to lower his hand again to his waist. "What good would it have done you?" he inquired. Both of his eyes ventured towards Anishal, a silent beckon for her to take his side. "You are strong, intelligent, honorable, and the heir to a kingdom, unsoiled by the tyranny you, yourself have fought against," he said thoughtfully. "Your slate was clean when you were delivered into this world, it was only fitting, that the world be given a chance to have you without my influence. Though tell me," he offered. "Is your anger at my neglect of telling you because you feel cheated in some way?" he inquired. "Or do you secretly long for the things, which were not shown to you?" he asked, rather dutifully, though with the compassionate interest, inherant within a father.


Anishal_Silveris: The happiness, the delight, so quickly it was squashed. Why was it that the 'man' that had suddenly appeared after so long had this affect? The glorious form that was, in her mind, her sons true form wavered and disappeared as Lore dissolved once again to the handsome young man, eyes set upon his father. She however remained as she was. Mighty head lowering as her body came to settle behind Lore, towering over him indeed as she settled down once again. Her eyes would narrow as they shifted between the two men before her, gauging. Perhaps Lore was unaware of how little she knew. Her son had been taken from her when he was but a small child, and Joseph had given her so little information, merely that their son was still alive. Of that she had always been certain, for if Lore had parished she would have felt it to the very core of her Being. The tension now that flowed through all three of them though, oh so easily it could have been cut. She knew why she felt the way she did. -c-
Anishal_Silveris: Her Lord had always been so quick and easy to abandon her, leaving her to her own devices for years on end. Though she had grown used to it, it did not make it hurt any less. And now, now as Joseph began steps towards them, towards her son, she would deliver forth a low rumbling growl, her tail swiftly encircling Lore, knowing of course it would not keep father from son. At this moment it was merely a show. A sign to let Joseph know, her son would not be taken from her again. Though she knew this Being well enough to understand he'd had his own reasons, and that in his mind they were the right ones, she'd been left utterly in the dark. She'd been left without her only child, without her Mate even, left simply to just.. exist. She tired of just existing, she now wanted to live. To truly live. The arrival of her child had given her hope that finally the day had come, and now this? -c-
Anishal_Silveris: She listened to his words towards Lore, and her heart ached, for both father and son. Jospeh had done what he had for good reason, and she would never say anything otherwise, but she understood all to well why Lore was angry. Watching Joseph carefully, she caught his glance to her. Knew the meaning; she was to take his side as was her right and his want. Yet she did not. She remained encircling, towering around her son, for perhaps it was time that her Lord understood. The way -he- thought things were supposed to go was not always the right way. She had tried to explain to him such things for so long, and she thought sometimes he had even listened. But he had hurt her as much as he had their son, and she would not so easily forgive this time.


lore_silveris: No fear shone in those vibrant eyes, as his father neared he and his mother. Not because he was so sure his father would not strike him. His father loved him, and he knew this well, and never once had he questioned that love. Nor would he ever think that his father would indeed strike him, though ... he would not put it past him. If the deeds done, and the chronicles of his life had taught him anything, it was to expect anything, and assume nothing. The man that stood before him now, was both his father, and Destruction incarnate. And never has he forgotten these two precious details. A smile drifted 'cross his lips, head tilted downward at the mention of the past, though amusement could not be found upon his features. Though it could be said however, that those features did soften, albiet slightly. "The past is what shapes us, you know that. It has no power over the present, but never forget it, lest we make old mistakes." This he knew, his father would agree with. And yes, Lore knew his own flailures and flaws well enough to say, that he dwelled on them too much. Never once had he lied about his heritage, and it had almost cost him his life. He always honored his father and his mother, by speaking truth, as to the blood that ran through his veins. "In fact. Quite the contrary father. I believe you have accomplished what you started out to do. Should my life, or those I care for become endangered. That being dies. Quickly and without hesitation. Should those I love need my care and gentle hand. It is given freely." He was interrupted a bit by the great stirring of his mother, and it caused him to pause. -C-
lore_silveris* He gazed upward, at her stance behind him and gave her a slow meaningful look. He loved his mother so, but he would take no sheilding from anyone, least of all from his mother, against his father. No ... if blows came today, which he highly doubted, then they would be met with his own flesh, his own steel, crafted by his own hands. A mistake perhaps, but he was a man that asked none to do his bidding, if it was something he could do himself. He would ask no other to bleed and die for him, if he would himself not. He gave a smile up toward his mother, but gave a slow shake of his head. He did know however, that there was a meeting between Husband and Wife, that would have to be dealth with all the same. He knew it was not just a day for accusations and questions. The hurt he felt from his mother would have to be met out as well. For now, he drew his gaze slowly back to his father once more. A creature out of habit, his hand rested upon the handle of his blade. "And as to the last ..." A humorless smile graced his lips as he contemplated this, studying his father as he was. "Yes father ... I long for the things that were kept from me. I long for the unquestioned power of my true birthright. As heir to destruction, not only these ... solid walls we see now. I long to have a fresh female loin upon my lap every night. Such trivial pleasures many men often have. But more importantly ... I long for the trust that a little boy showed his father. And the honesty a father, a friend, a mentor ... should have shown his only son."




joseph_rahtemn* A man of infinite patience, was that, which stood before both Anishal and Lore. His wife, his son, together, joined at long last. The smile upon his features was not without it's own bit of myrth however, as he raised his head and took note of Anishal's unspoken defiance. All he said, simply were three words that when spoken by 'him' meant volumes. "So be it," he offered and then his attentions were turned away from her completely. She had chosen her stead for now, the discussion would be held at a later date perhaps. Or perhaps not? Even he could not make such predictions. For now however his son was addressing him, and so he listened with great intent, and the smile upon his features did not sway. Each word spoken by his son gave insight to the man who had been taught well by, not only himself, but by the fierce reality of the world beyond. Anishal's protection of the boy was unnecessary however he did not move from his position, nor did he humor her with whatever fanciful idea she had of him 'stealing' away a full grown man. Proposterous, though his thoughts, and musings were of course his own. For now the man before him spoke and he could offer nothing more than a nod of his head in silent agreement. "Indeed.." he offered as his eyes closed for a moment, as if to portray his thoughts. And then, did he turn to the side and he walked forward, four steps, only to turn, and then walk again, only then to pass over where he had stood, to pace four steps again. Creatures of habit indeed. The cane was taken up and slid behind his back, where both of his hands wrapped firmly around the slick, black length of it near the handle.
joseph_rahtemn* "You understand that the past does impact us," he stated as he turned again and begin to pace into the other direction. "And at the same time, you wonder what the past could have opened for you?" he inquired. "You Lore are here now and all that you have learned has helped to build you. As you well understand," he offered as he turned and smoothly slid his arms around to place the tip of the stave firmly upon the marble beneath his feet. A moment to cease in his steps. "Even your beloved mother, lingers upon that which occurs in the past. Though logic would dictate that here and now it is survival that truly matters. At this point as we speak she is alive, you are alive, I am alive. In the next minute that all could end in a sweeping wave that we could not hope to defend against. In the next ten seconds, what impact does a century of past sins have?" he inquired. "None... " he answered. "Not when you stand here now, debating over this subject," he offered as he raised his head and directed his gaze towards Anishal. "Forgiven or not, the fact of the matter is, you are who you are because certain things were left unsaid. I am not the creature suited to lure you into the clutches of my inner sanctum. Yet as my son I chose to bring the question to you, when you had seen the world, fought your fights, and breathed in your breaths, without the protection of your mother to shield you from the truth," he stated, as his eyes narrowed. "It is your choice to embrace the what I am. What you desire is there for the taking, and I see now that you are strong enough to grasp those things," he offered, as he turned and once more began to pace. Both of his eyes veered towards the face of Anishal. "Even now, whatever tension exists may or may not exist within the next minute. Ten centuries ago, the tension did not exist, five centuries ago it began," he offered "The choices that we make now impact ourselves and those around us at that moment, and in the future. And so the past is always a foundation for the world we live in, and yet emotionally, it serves as a binding point," he offered as he lowered his eyes to Lore. "Your emotions dictate your feelings towards me, towards your mother, due to that which occured in the past. Yet those emotional and mental faculties may or may not have incurred some vast effect upon the man you are now? Or perhaps they have," he offered as he returned to his original position. "You have always been free to join me at my side, and to come into my throne room. Though you would forego your position as merely my son, and would be my herald," he stated easily, as left hand descended to rest upon the top of the cane, his right rested then on top of it. "You see, were I to give you the truth, your child like mild, might have sought to appease me, by following in my foot steps. You already know this. Without having seen life, love, and happiness beyond this home, you could have easily fallen into life at my side, to obey, to serve, to bend knee as not only prince, but herald to the arts that I wield," he explained, as he smiled up at Anishal. "I desired for you to be our son first, then perhaps later you might join me at my side, as my herald," he offered. "A family united after all... isn't that right Anishal?" he inquired, as he turned his gaze away from her, to return his eyes upon Lore.

[Lillith]

Anishal_Silveris: That one look from Lore would give her pause. Meeting his gaze and holding it, only to finally let forth a sigh. Heat would wash over him, her head shifting somewhat as she glanced back at Joseph. She could admit to herself that she was horribly torn, torn between these two men. But Lore had made his desire well known, and she would ease away from him. Gliding with sinuous grace to settle off to the side, between the two men she loved so greatly, but in truth barely understood. Easing down once again to lay, her wings tucking to her back, her tail wrapping about herself tightly. Watching Joseph begin his pacing, and feeling a pang of want. He only did that when he was thinking deeply. Musing through so many thoughts.-c-
Anishal_Silveris: She had indeed defied him in a manner of speaking, but she did not regret it. Did she still love him, cherish him? Oh yes. All she had ever wanted was to be at his side, at all times. What seemed to continuously escape him was that she wanted it for always, not when he simply deemed it necessary. She had told him thus many times she knew. She had no idea if they would ever come together to speak of the matter between them. Deep within she held hope that they might, yet she knew to well what sort of man she had taken as Mate. Catching the gaze of Joseph, holding it deeply, she took in his words. Indeed truth he spoke, logic abounded, for if anything her Lord was based on logic.-c-
Anishal_Silveris: Perhaps that is why she and he tended to clash so very much. For though she to held tight to logical answers, emotion tended to rule her as well. Would she have shielded Lore? Perhaps, perhaps not. She had never even been given the chance, and that was what she couldn't forgive. Logic, logic..all logic, none of anything Joseph said was untrue. Still.. the question posed to her would give her pause, for hadn't that been what she'd always desired? Their family united? Oh yes. " Indeed.." was all she offered though for the moment. This time was for Lore and his father, and she well knew it.




lore_silveris* For the first time in his life, his shoulders sagged with a weight he had never felt. It was almost amusing ... When he had first left his mother and fathers kingdom, he'd been kidnapped by an agent of Iori Hellshade. Such a monumental failure as soon as he had stepped out of his princely play pin ... It was funny to him now, the memory the look on the Hellshades face when he found out who his agent had captured. He was released immediately of course, Iori didn't want Damon or Anishal on his back anymore than they already were ... He could only wince at what might have befallen that ignorant servant of his. This ... like so many other obstacles in his life, he'd faced with head held high, shoulders squared. Even the infamous day he'd finally learned the truth in Wizengard. He'd faced those accusing eyes as he had gone through that scan, the scan that revealed to him that his father was indeed Destruction. And still, face held high, shoulders squared. But the desire to ... to just be part of the family again. To finally relax and put down his sword for a bit. What would Jin think of him? He'd always made discipline look easy. But it wasn't. He felt true temptation this day. To stay with his mother and father again, to be in their arms and good graces. Suddenly a laugh escaped his lips, and a long shake of his head caused his mane of silver to bounce about his shoulders. "Father, you always were a man of silver words." However ... his father was a patient man, and he was going to test him on it for a bit. Because for now, he fully planned on doing as he wished. His father would wait on his answer. "In due time I will have made my decision, and only then."
lore_silveris* "For now, I plan on pilfering through your kingdom, and enjoy the rich life for awhile. I also plan on taking my mother out for a night on the town." He'd been standing for too long, so erect and proper, these staring matches got dreadfully old, fearfully fast. He turned his back upon his father, though not out of insult, as he sat down upon the white marble steps. Silver eyes gazed out across the span of the kingdom he'd once known so well. "Tell me father. Are there any guards still alive that once knew my name?" They had been his friends and nurse maids as any other, he thought with a grin. Sword fighting, stealing a drink with them in the bar when his father wasn't looking. But they were mostly human, they'd long since been dead he would wager. But still, the things his eyes laid upon, seemed different than they once did. "Things will never be the same ..." That he said to himself more than anything. Reguardless of his choice, his world would be inevitably turned upside down.


joseph_rahtemn* When Anishal offered her agreement, he replied with nothing more than a simple nod of his head. Now, contrary to popular belief, or rather the belief of those in his presence company. Damon was far from being ruled by nothing more than mere logic. It had been passion and rage that had drove him to his path, it had been depression and loneliness that had nearly driven him to insanity in his old life. And it had been love and adoration that had brought Anishal to his side as his wife, and the mother of his child. Those factors still existed, his love for Anishal and his love for his son, Lore. There was pride there for his son, and it would not be diminished, regardless of the path that the young man took. That was something that he made clear to Lore upon his first departure into the world beyond. "All that you do, and say, do to the best of your ability," he commented rather off handedly. "So long as you keep true to your desire and fight for what you believe in, then I will find no fault in you, Lore," he stated as he stepped back and turned, to ascend the steps. Though he did pause, and glance back over his shoulder at Lore. -c-
joseph_rahtemn* "The captain of the gaurds, Kaiyas, has retired, his son has taken up his place as captain and has done his father and emperor proud, I believe you know where to find the old man. He fancies his horses and so I granted him a position within my stables. Even now I believe he tends to the horses," he offered as he paced up the steps. "I will of course wait on your decision Lore, however," he chuckled lightly. "Be mindful of your own answer, and make sure that you understand, and are ready to accept the consequences of what your decision may very well be," he offered, as he turned again. "To join me is to live a life that will forge your many enemies. More so than whatever you have gained for yourself now. And to walk the path I have so meticulously forged, then you are branded for life, in a way that you can only begin to imagine now," he offered. "Though just the same, my son," he offered, almost simply, but truthfully. "To walk along the other side of the wall, in opposition of what I stand for. It will drive a wedge between us, that words and moments of affection will not so easily repair," he explained. "Nevertheless, regardless of your decision, you will always be my son, and you will always be loved. Even if one day our paths cross for the worst," he stated. "Enjoy your evening out, I've heard of a new establishment has opened three blocks west of Baramus' Armory. I know how you so enjoy the sight of breasts," -c-
joseph_rahtemn* he offered. A tease? A jest? From Damon? Wonders never ceased. "Though of course I've never ventured there myself, I trust your mother will inform me of all of its fineries," he offered as he paced into the citadel. A smile upon his lips. The establishment was in fact a strip bar, something that would more likely than not pique Lore's interest, though not so much Anishal's, though they did in fact cater to male clientel.



Anishal_Silveris: She watched Lore carefully as he spoke to Joseph. Interesting really, for most that spoke in such a manner to this man tended to.. disappear. yet her son was very much holding his own, and letting his father know that it would be -his- way, at least for awhile. Pride once again swelled. Perhaps Joseph had been right in his decision to let Lore free. It had made him quite independent. As Lore spoke of 'taking her on the town', then and only then would she ease herself to the Woman. Standing there, a cool smile upon her face as she looked to Joseph. She was no fool, and she had understood her Mates reasons. But she had missed so much of her sons life, had not been allowed to teach him anything of that what he was. Was it to late? Indeed not. -c-
Anishal_Silveris: He would learn, oh he would learn, and she would teach with abandon. The time of the Dragon was once again at hand. She would watch in silence as her Mate, her love, her Lord once again made his way into the Keep. lofting a brow at what he said. did he feel much the same for her? Was their a difference between wife and son? She thought there shouldn't be, but dealing with this man was dealing with an enigma. Joseph would miss the look within her eyes as he turned away from them, that look of loss, of need, of desire. She wanted nothing more then to follow her Mate, be with him, speak with him. But Lore was here, and nothing would keep her away from him at this moment, not even the rift forged between husband and wife.-c-
Anishal_Silveris: Turning her attention to her son, steps would be taken to sit herself down next to him, gazing out over their land as well. Silent for many a long moment, knowing her sons mind was racing. Finally to clear her throat, a slight scowl marring her slender brow, a purse given to lush lips. " Are you really planning on taking your mother to see.. breasts?"

[Lillith]

lore_silveris* Lore watched as his father scurried off, to do whatever it was Ba'als did. He could find no joy in his fathers jest though, not yet anyway. Perhaps in time. Silver globes took in the city before him, gazing down from the high marbled steps. It wasn't a bad idea though. A place to relax, slip into the stream of high society. He pondered, for a moment, of even entering such a place, and proclaiming who exactly he, and his mother was to this city. To announce that Empress, and Prince had entered their establishment. They would be pampered beyond believe. People would step in line to kiss their royal asses. Usually, Lore wasn't that type of man. But today? Maybe he could be today. He'd think over it anyway. He returned his gaze to Anishal and tilted his head to one side. "What do you think? It could be fun. Have a few drinks, enjoy the ... sights." He pursed his lips on that thought. He wasn't sure if his mother exactly wanted to see bare naked breasts in her face ... The thought did amuse him however, to no end. And on that thought, his smile grew, and gave a shrug. "Yeah ... I'll buy you a lap dance. And you never know ... if I tip enough ... you might just get lucky." He grinned, but took a step away. It wouldn't be good to get a playful slap from mother ... he may just tumble all the way down the steps. Putting his hands into his pockets, he started his way down the steps. He took a leisure pace first, looking about. "Alot of new faces hereabouts. The populace has grown substantially." Lore of course knew the reason why. -C-
lore_silveris* :With the foul state Ayenee suffered, people of all creeds, colors, and nations, had scattered to the nine winds. Many of which, had found a place here, in his fathers expansive city. He walked slowly, though either by accident, or intent, was slowly making his way toward the location his father had mentioned. Maybe once they got there, his mother would be more inclined to enter. Seeing all the people, and the action. Stir the hunter in her. Eventually, they would find their way before it. (If she followed) And as they rounded the bend, according to Damon's directions, they would indeed be standing before the afore mentioned Strip Clup. A sly grin found it's way to Lore's face, and he took a side-long glance toward Anishal, muscles tense, in case he had to avoid some blow or another.

joseph_rahtemn* Whatever it was that Damon himself had to do it was important. Or rather it was important enough to allow him to a while to sort his thoughts, while Anishal and Lore were away, entertaining themselves. The return of The Prince was something that had been foreseen, not only by himself, but those sages of his court who had offered their advice to the people in his absence. As he passed by, one of the many revenant's sage's the whisper of twisting shadow, robes and darkness trailed to take its place at The Ba'al's side. "Master." it offered in a hollow voice, that trickled with knowledge, and underlying evil. "The return of your son has come to pass. I believe a reckoning will draw him closer to you, if your eminence plays his pieces correctly," advised the ghoulish vision of a willowy, skeletal being. To those of the city however, they would see a tall, slender man of white flesh and white hair. It was Damon and those of his true court who knew the truth of the advisors who offered their dark advice to the emperor in his time of crisis. "Truly?" he inquired, as his full, dark lips tugged back into a faint smile. "You presume that I have some sort of need to use my son as some sort of pawn, you are mistaken. He will fall into whatever role he sees fit," replied Damon dutifully as he ventured up the white, marble stairs towards the large double doors which lead towards his inner chamber. Two females turned and directed their azure eyes upon their lord and master. Identical twins, the first of his collection, the first of his triumphs. The two lean, majestic figures bowed their heads humbly. "M'lord," they offered in soft, dual voices.
joseph_rahtemn* The silhouette shifted behind Damon restlessly. The doors were opened by the demonesses who were kept impossibly close. They were at his beck and call at every moment, and as he passed into his chambers and settled himself down upon his chair, at his study, they slid into place. Not only visions of beauty, but fiercely loyal daughters of the demons, of his ancient home. "Is there anything that you desire?" inquired the two, in unison. Damon leaned his head up. "Venture out to the town, in guise, The Prince should have a harem, choose only women befitting of myself, however, I know that my son shares a great many of my own tastes," he stated to one as his eyes rolled over to the other. "Arrange a meeting, I must speak with Samhain, I know that his master's time to fall into darkness is near. Perhaps this time he will spend his millenia within my courts," he explained. With their oders recieved both of the females departed dutifully. The revenant vizier hung his head and chuckled. "You take a great risk my lord," it seethed, as tides of fog rolled forth from its skeletal head. A bony hand gestured through the air. "Lore is important, and a valuable tool, you must take advantage of it, while he is so close," it stated simply. Damon leaned back and his dark eyes fell evenly upon the creature. "You're insistence upon this is disturbing at best. My son is not a pawn, nor would he be ignorant of my attempts to use him," explained Damon.
joseph_rahtemn* "You give him far too much credit," replied the silhouette. Damon leaned back and the wraith, siezed suddenly and suddenly burst into flames. The wraith shrieked violently, and spun about in a torrent of flaming shadows, and twisting, charcoal bones. "Forgive!" it cried, as Damon waved his hands. The flames died down and the creature collapsed into a heap of smoldering bones and cloth. It began to reform slowly. "My sincerest... apologies dear master," it cringed softly. "We know that you are eager to see your goals through," it expressed. Damon reclined. "No, you are eager, I am patient," he stated as his hands came together. Both of his hands pressed firm, his fingertips steepled. "As you say my lord," stated the creature as it ascended, and with a wave of Damon's hand, departed. The Strip Club, as it was reffered to as, was a large establishment. Already lines upon lines were lingering before the massive arched gateway. The music trickled forth throughout the street, and the brilliant, blue, and purple torches flickered within each window drawing eyes and attentions towards the sleek, persian granduer of the establishment. Upon Lore's presence out before, a maiden lifted her head. Crimson lips drew forth to a deliciously inviting smile as she drew aside the black veil and spoke a few words to a silhouette beyond the veil. Within moments a side doorway to the establishment was opened and two cloaked figures slithered out towards Lore. Both of small stature, their frames obscured only until they presented themselves to Lore.
joseph_rahtemn* One of them leaned forward to the ear of Lore. "An honor to see you my Prince, if you desire entrance, please come with us. There is no need for you to wait beyond in the streets for such a line to dwindle," she stated in a soft, candy sweet voice. The other woman took her place at his other side. With infinite grace her left hand ascended, the jingle of bracelettes marked her movement as she wove her fingertips through the man's locks. "There is a room already prepared for you if you insist. Your father made mention that you might come, " she offered in a voice, laden with soft purring tones. A deep breath would allow the scent of lilacs and vanilla to entice the prince further.

She thought for sure Lore had just been playing, until he got a certain glint in his eyes, agreeing to Josephs suggestion. He was grinning, bouncing up to begin his way towards the city. Almondesque hues would blink, her own smile wavering a bit as she saw just how serious he was. Lips would part, thoughts on beginning protestations, but oddly enough her jaw snapped closed. A slender brow would loft as she too took on a slight coy smile. He wanted to play did he? Fine. Though this would indeed be an interesting outing, as she had never entered this city herself. Though she was Empress, she had remained outside city limits, not finding a desire to intermingle, or need. Of course she hunted, yet again, in other places. so with a soft chuckle she did follow her son, easing along behind him as she allowed for the first time herself to take in the sights around her. The market was going strong, as was this place Lore brought her to. A scowl replaced her smile as she watched the sort of people that mingled here. Looking to Lore, she caught his glance, and quickly simply smiled again. Oh, she would try her damnest to play along, for as long as possible. It had been so long since she had been in a place like this, simply for enjoyment. So very long. And with her son returned! "Shall we? We better have a good time, or I swear you'll pay.." She was linking her arm through his, surely looking odd on the arm of this normal looking young man. Her height, her silver flesh, quicksilver mane, the wings upon her back, sword upon her hip. But as was her nature she was constantly aware of her surroundings. This sense was what brought her eyes to shift, her body to tense even as the females came from the alley. Eyes would narrow slowly, a thinning to her lips occuring. Yet she remained silent for the moment. This was supposed to be a night of amusement. They'd just see how long Anishal could keep up with it.. without killing someone..

lore_silveris* A simple nod was offered to his mother, his smile all the while growing in amusement. He was having fun at least, and hopefully his mother would as well. "Yes, we shall. And if we don't have any fun, I promise you'll never get the chance to hurt me. I run very quickly." He smiled as her arm wrapped its way through his, and with his opposite hand on the opposite side, lifted to lay a palm upon her forearm. "You'll see. All you have to do is relax, and don't be yourself." That last he said with his grin widening even more so. Unfortunately, he wouldn't be able to duck or dodge anything ... he was far too close to her for that. But after any misfortunes that happened to him, or lack thereof, his gaze returned to the establishment and took it in, in full. A nod was given, rather impressed by its granduer. "Impressive." He gave her a once over, making sure she was ok with the whole scenario and gave a shrug of one of his shoulders. "Let's just go, have a drink, relax a little, enjoy the high life. I'm far too sick of mud and guts to just kind of ... die away in a cave you have or whatever. Been there, done that." And that only brought on other memories, and a frown dotted his lips. Jin. They'd had some good and bad times, that was for sure. Jin ... He'd been away from his old friend for far too long. He'd have to go see him. He only hoped it hadn't been too long. He hadn't exactly neglected his friend, just ... Lore had been very busy. Murder, intrique, lies, deceit, love, honor ... the whole nine yards. -C-
lore_silveris* He'd been neck deep in it for quite some time. Only now had he finally decided to return 'home' and relax awhile. And if he truly was going to stay home, rule, be by his fathers side ... He would have to do it with Jin at his side. Although he hated to admit it, he wouldn't do it without Jin. He'd only sink into depression, go along with anything anyone said. He would be a puppet, and he didn't want that. Not that Lore was incredibly easy to persuade or otherwise manipulate. But he was happiest when Jin was around. He was his conscience, his sheath, and most importantly ... his only friend. But he would shake his head of those thoughts, clear himself. That was a bridge best burned when he was at it. He had only just begun walking forward, toward the line in fact, despite his earliar thoughts. Old habits die hard. He was used to being the Humble swordsman, mercenary, adventurer. It had been a very long time since he'd had his royal arse kissed and pampered. So he'd automatically shifted into 'old Lore mindset', one to sit tight, hold his peace, mind his tongue, and kill it only if it needed killing. And as such, in that mind set, when the figure approached him, his hand immediately shifted away from his mothers hand and forearm, calloused hand gracing over the handle of the simple katana at his side. His features went blank, his head lowering, silver eyes glancing quickly to either side of him, wary of attacks from the side. His ears perked upward, trying to ascertain any sudden movements or noises behind him. So easily had he regressed into a trained warrior, and a killer. But as the lady presented herself, his shoulders sagged, muscles grew lax. He finally let his hand drop. "Oh he did now did he?
lore_silveris*A brow was raised, as he let a sigh pass by his lips. He'd have to get used to that. As if the way his fathers ability to know everything Lore did, and the fact that Damon's agents had found him, when he had been in far away realms ... He'd certainly have to get used to it here, so close to the actual lair of the beast, and the entrance to his realm no less. "Yes ... Yes I think the room will suffice. Thank you. Lead away please." He turned to look upon his mother and gave her a shurg, with an apologetic grin. "Sorry ... I'm not used to random strange people walking up to me. And if they do, it's usually a bad thing." Turning away from her, he would follow shortly after the strange woman who had presented herself to them.

joseph_rahtemn* The features of the women were not yet revealed however. All that was allowed to entice the Prince and his marvelous mother, was the soft, scents that wafted so delicately from their frames. With easy grace they were lead from the crowded street to the dark interior of the alleyway. The doorway would be eased open and a silent hall was presented. There was no throng of people, nor was there a gathering of smoke, music and laughter. The woman would gesture for them to follow and upon their accomidation of the request they were lead upwards to a large, open floor. Cushions of crimson lined the floor. The architecture of the area was far larger than what the actual establishment should be able to hold. For it was as if they had both stepped into a massive antichamber. Large marble pillars, majestic tapestries, it was a lair fit not only for a king, but for a dragoness as well. Golden coins lay strewn upon the floor in massive heaps, surrounded by velvety cushions and large pillows. The room was deliciously warm, with a large open stage, veiled with black curtins and streamers. The woman to Lore's left were draw down her hood. Smooth, silvery tendrils of hair curled about her features, her large, blue eyes ascended, focusing up, to the features of his face. The cloak was removed, sapphire sashes latched at the neck and descended, cupping a plump pair of mid sized breasts, that decorated her diminuitive form majestically. She would settle Lore upon a cushion. With his descent, gold and silver would ring marvelously about her. The interior was tailored to be a dargon's lair, one of the archaic sanctums of the great wyrms of old.
joseph_rahtemn* There had of course been a reason why Damon had suggested this place. Large open fires spouted heat in tides throughout the room, and the air was touched with a wave of some supple spice that lingered lightly throughout the air. Anishal would be seated of course upon a large nest of gold and jewels, which folded beneath the weight of her form and warmed almost immediately beneath her frame. The woman who escorted her, removed hood and cowel as well. A taller female, a bust larger, and more heavy, bound in the same sapphire sashes. Goblets of wine were trailed out to them, by many serving hands, and platters of fine fruit and cheeses were presented, as the music began to trickle lightly into the dragon's domain, in soft waves, from some unknown source. The smaller female descended at Lore's side. "Would the good prince care for a show?" she inquired, in that same, honey sweet tone of voice. The other female at the side of Anishal, descended before her. "There are male servants, who would be blessed to be able to wait upon you if you so desire great Empress," she offered with her head bowed. Long locks of raven fell over her features, as she grew prostrate before the empress, awaiting her decree.