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Ilyana Sera Whyte "Ily" Female / 23 / Straight Born to peasant farmers in the Kingdom of Reyes, Ilyana grew up the normal life any poor child would, that was until an altercation revealed the powerful abilities that hid within her. She was soon chased outside the Kingdom at just the age of 6, barely clinging to life in the forests outside the Kingdom. Personality Ilyana is not one to appear in the public eye anymore, hiding herself deep within the forests beyond to Kingdom to live in solitude. She is a loner and prefers life this way. No attention, no drama, just peace and quiet. Though she is a secluded person who can seem cold at first, she has a mother's soul. She cares deeply about those around her who treat her with respect, especially anything ill or injured. She gives her whole heart to treat them as best as she can, providing for them first before herself. Though she can seem like a very well organized person, it does take its toll. She is hard on herself, pushing herself to the limits to make sure things are finished before spending the time to relax. With this comes her fiery temper that can flare when others try and mess with her set schedule and ways, she cares deeply about the ways she has created to run things smoothly. Appearance Ilyana is a stunning woman, which can be quite a shock when people see what she is and how she lives. She does not care about her beauty, she says the mind and soul is more attractive than looks. Her long, thick, curls can almost always be found tied up with ribbon out of her face. Her tanned skin soft and subtly with the occasional scar from work and fights. The most predominant feature of Ilyana is the thick scar across her right eye from a nasty fight, luckily it does not hinder her sight. Ilyana tends to stick to simple shirts and pants while she works, the occasional dress can be found but normally only if her other clothes are dirty. Always some sort of weapon can be found on her person, whether that be a small dagger, her bow and quiver or her sword. Qualities Good Qualities ~ Smart - Ilyana is a very smart woman, able to easily come up with solutions. She uses her mind before her moves. ~ Skilled - Ilyana has the ability to defend herself if time comes where it is needed. She tends to use her physical skills first before abilities. ~ Caring - Ilyana has a mother's soul, always wanting to care for those around her. Bad Qualities ~ Temper - Ilyana can get stressed easily in certain situations and her temper will flare, causing her to lash out. She never truly means it, but her words can hurt. ~ Emotions - Ilyana can easily be swayed when it comes to playing with her emotions and feelings. Likes and Dislikes Likes ~ Sword fighting and Archery ~ Cooking ~ Flying ~ Animals Dislikes ~ People ~ Whining ~ The Ocean Family Father Ezo Whyte Sorcerer Male / 60 Mother Mira Whyte Female / Deceased Lover None Abilities Ilyana is a powerful being, some would say a God, yet she has not seen her true power. Currently she has simple abilities such as moving small objects, healing very superficial wounds and communicating with animals she has bonds with. A new power she has found is creating a "Dream" realm. She can send herself or others into what feels like a new world, which is only in the mind yet it feels real physically. Ilyana's powers are much more than this, but she has not figured it out. Using her abilities does drain her physically, so she must be sparse. Other Ilyana has quite the special companion that is almost always by her side. During her travels one day she found a lone egg buried in ice, a dragons egg. She took it home to keep as a decoration, but the heat from her fireplace soon brought the creature to life. Now her and her companion Diaval live for each other. They have a mental bond that cannot be broken, the two inseparable. |
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╔══ ♠ • ♠ • ♠ ══╗ • LUCIAN • "Leave no trace, just a whisper of demise..." ╚══ ♠ • ♠ • ♠ ══╝ Full Name: Lucian Aldric Ashford Title: Prince, heir to the throne Family: The Royal Family of Reyes
Gender: Male Age: 24 Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Heterosexual
Physical Description:
Prince Lucian possesses a striking presence, standing tall at 6'2" with a commanding demeanor that reflects his royal lineage. His features are a testament to his noble heritage, with a strong jawline, high cheekbones, and piercing blue eyes that exude both intelligence and determination. His dark brown, almost black hair, always styled in the fashion of short back and sides with wavy curls on the top, frames his face in a manner that gives him a more approachable demeanor than that of a typical royal prince. Despite his regal appearance, there's an air of warmth and familiarity about him, as if he could easily engage in conversation with anyone, from the highest-ranking dignitary to the humblest commoner.
Lucian's attire is always tailored to perfection, a reflection of his impeccable taste and attention to detail. Whether he's clad in modern suits befitting his status as a contemporary prince or adorned in traditional royal garments embellished with the family's crest, every stitch speaks to his commitment to elegance and sophistication. His wardrobe seamlessly blends the classic with the contemporary, embodying a timeless sense of style that sets him apart as a true fashion icon among the aristocracy.
Despite his penchant for luxury and refinement, Lucian remains grounded in his values and principles. He is not one to flaunt his wealth or status, preferring instead to use his privilege for the betterment of his kingdom and its people. Beneath the layers of sophistication lies a man of integrity and compassion, dedicated to serving his subjects with humility and grace.
In the halls of the palace, Prince Lucian is a vision of suave and vintage charm, embodying the essence of old money aesthetic with every gesture and expression. Yet, despite the trappings of royalty that surround him, he never loses sight of his humanity, always striving to connect with those around him on a genuine and personal level. It is this rare combination of regal poise and down-to-earth charisma that makes Lucian not only a beloved prince but a true leader among men.
Personality: Charismatic and determined, Lucian possesses a natural charm that endears him to those around him. Whether he's holding court with diplomats, negotiating treaties, or simply mingling at a social gathering, he effortlessly commands attention with his magnetic presence. His ability to navigate the intricate dance of court life and diplomacy is unparalleled, always managing to strike the perfect balance between tact and assertiveness.
Beneath his composed exterior lies a sharp intellect and a steadfast commitment to justice. Lucian is not one to shy away from difficult decisions or challenging situations; instead, he faces them head-on with unwavering resolve. His moral compass is unwavering, guided by a strong sense of right and wrong that permeates every aspect of his life. In his personal relationships, Lucian values honesty above all else. He holds himself and others to high standards of integrity, believing that trust is the foundation of any meaningful connection. His loyalty knows no bounds, and he cherishes the bonds he shares with his family and close friends, always willing to go to great lengths to support and protect them.
But there's another side to Lucian that often catches people off guard: he's a bit of a ladies' man. With his charming smile and smooth demeanor, he has a way of capturing the hearts of women wherever he goes. Though he may flirt playfully, his intentions are always pure, and he treats each woman with the utmost respect and kindness. Despite his magnetic appeal, Lucian remains committed to his values, never allowing his romantic pursuits to overshadow his sense of honor and duty.
Despite the weight of his responsibilities, Lucian remains remarkably humble and down-to-earth. He treats everyone he encounters with respect and kindness, regardless of their station in life. Whether he's conversing with a nobleman or a commoner, Lucian's genuine warmth and compassion shine through, leaving a lasting impression on all who have the privilege of crossing his path.
Skills and Abilities:
Lucian's skill set is as multifaceted as it is impressive. As a diplomat, he is adept at negotiating treaties, forging alliances, and navigating the intricate webs of political intrigue. His leadership abilities are undeniable, characterized by decisiveness, confidence, and the capacity to inspire others to rally behind his vision for the future. Trained in the art of combat from a young age, Lucian is a proficient swordsman, capable of holding his own in battle should the need arise. His strategic acumen allows him to analyze situations with clarity and formulate effective plans of action, whether in matters of diplomacy, warfare, or governance. Additionally, his fluency in multiple languages facilitates communication and fosters stronger international relations.
Weaknesses:
Despite his strengths, Lucian is not without his flaws. His upbringing has instilled in him a certain wariness when it comes to trusting others, particularly in matters of politics and diplomacy. His idealism, while admirable, can sometimes lead to naivety, causing him to underestimate the complexities of certain situations. Additionally, Lucian's stubbornness and impatience may hinder his ability to navigate delicate political landscapes, as he is often reluctant to compromise his principles or wait for slower-moving processes to unfold. He also struggles to trust those he gets to know. This weakness has been instilled in his being from a very young age. He was brought up by a nanny, and never learnt to trust his parents, only his siblings.
Relationships:
Lucian shares a close bond with his family, particularly his siblings, Princess Sava (21) and Prince Evander (19), who are both younger than himself. They are his most trusted confidants and advisors, providing him with unwavering support and guidance as he navigates the challenges of royal life. His parents (Queen Erela and King Osmo) are also close to him, although he often feels detatched due to their extremely formal demeanour. While Lucian has been the subject of numerous courtship proposals from noble families seeking advantageous alliances, he has yet to find a romantic partner who truly captures his heart. He remains hopeful that he will one day find the love and companionship he seeks, refusing to settle for a marriage of convenience. In addition to his familial and potential romantic relationships, Lucian surrounds himself with a diverse array of advisors, diplomats, and trusted allies who assist him in governing his kingdom and shaping his policies. He values their expertise and relies on their counsel as he strives to fulfill his duties as a prince and future monarch. Background:
Born into the esteemed royal family of Reyes, Lucian's upbringing has been one of privilege and responsibility. From a young age, he was groomed to assume his future role as monarch, receiving a comprehensive education that encompassed not only matters of state but also the finer arts of diplomacy, politics, and military strategy. While his life has been defined by the weight of his royal duties, Lucian harbors a longing for genuine connections beyond the confines of his regal obligations. He yearns for meaningful relationships and endeavors to make a positive impact on his kingdom and its people. Additional Details:
In his rare moments of leisure, Lucian enjoys indulging in a variety of pursuits. He is an accomplished horseback rider, finding solace and exhilaration in the freedom of the open countryside. He also enjoys honing his skills in fencing, relishing the physical and mental challenges it presents. Beyond these physical activities, Lucian has a deep appreciation for the arts, particularly literature. He finds solace and inspiration in the beauty and depth of great works of literature, often immersing himself in books as a means of relaxation and intellectual stimulation.
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He has a companion - a perigrin falcon named Salem who is his sixth sense in battle. He would die for her. They were bonded when he was 12 years old, when he reached battle age in the kingdom. They are inseperable.
SIDE NOTE I have just kind of created the royal family of the Kingdom of Reyes - is that okay? |
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Kingdom of Reyes The Kingdom of Reyes is a smaller continent that uses its surrounding coasts for fishing and trading and its good soil for farming. The Kingdom predominately earns its profits from trading with nearby Kingdoms. To the Northwest and West is the main city where the castle is. The farmlands surround the royal city, being protected by watchtowers. To the Southwest is the main trading port and royal docks. To the North is the smaller fishing town of Berkis. Lining the east is the Mountains of Rie, a place no one dares to go, stories of dragons hiding in the cold summits keeping people away. To the South is another small fishing village called Arabos And finally near the center of the continent is the Dark Forests, home to terrible creatures and of course Ilyana. She has built her own homestead in the protection of the thick trees, far from the main path that travels through. |
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Ilyana's Homestead Ilyana has created a wonderful homestead from the ground up. It has taken years of sweat, tears and blood, but she has created a wonderful life of her own. Almost everything she could need, she has found a way to create. This homestead is the main area of our story. { Created by ANTIDOTE } |
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The morning was calm and quiet, the sun's amber rays filtering through the arms of the trees. The air was cool, the perfect temperature for the late summer season as fall crept closer and closer. The green leaves grasped onto their bright colors as oranges and browns fought to take over. Everything was quiet, just the sounds of the breeze and the occasional bird calling to others filling the air. Her footsteps were soft, strategic as the brunette traveled, her slender frame covered in a dark green cloak to blend in. Winter was not far away which meant it was time to stock up on her dried meats, with two mouths to feed, one being much larger in proportions, it was the perfect time to get a head start. Ilyana carried herself carefully, her soft brown eyes tracking everything around her. Her arms kept hold of her bow, an arrow notched and ready to fire. She had been tracking a herd of deer the last few hours, the trails and tracks bringing her close to the edge of the forests. She hated nearing the edges, scared someone might find her, but she needed to prepare. Nothing went to waste, meat for eating, bones for weapons and meal for the crops, pelts for clothes, everything had its value. She knew once she reached the edge of the forests there was no where else to go, the deer refused to run into wide open lands. It was just a matter of catching up on them, and by the signs of the fresh tracks she was close. It had been not long after that she heard the sounds of footsteps and leaves, not far ahead was a single buck. His antlers stood tall and wide, his soft brown pelt reflecting the suns light. She hated killing innocent animals, but it was the only way. She stood her ground, hiding her body behind a slim trunk as she watched, aiming her arrow as the buck grazed. Taking a breath the arrow went soaring, a perfect shot to the heart in seconds. The animal did not suffer, it was a quick and painless death. Ilyana stepped forward, kneeling beside the creature as she rested her hand on its side. "Thank you for your harvest" She whispered quietly, giving the buck respect before pulling the arrow from its side. Wiping the blood on the grass below to keep the blood from drying, she slipped it back into her quiver. It was not long before a low grumble was heard in the distance, the ground below shivering as something neared. Appearing from behind was Diaval, an enormous beast that slipped through the trees to his master's side. His sharp claws took hold of the creature below as Ilyana climbed on top, ready for the journey home to prep the buck for the winter. She was a prepared person, everything had to go perfect that way their was no struggle during one of the harshest times of the year. Brushing her hair back, she enjoyed the soft breeze that began to guide them home, luckily today had been peaceful, or so that is what she thought. |
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Lucian awoke from his slumber in a pleasing mood. A smile gripped his lips as his eyes squinted to accomodate the light that flooded his bedroom. The room has been designed by himself, a reflection of his adoration for architectural abnormalities and wonders. A large curved floor-to-ceiling window gave him a stunning view of the cityscape and lands beyond. Nothing clothed those windows, for he had always enjoyed seeing first and last light from the comfort of his bed. The room was themed with emerald, colours of the forest lurking from the shadows. His bedstead was formed from oaken trees, their rough edges displayed in all their glory creating a four poster bed with a canopy of evergreen leaves above him. The room also had several large and leafy plants to decorate. However instead of feeling overwhelmed and crowded, the design had been forged in a way that gave it effortless beauty, elegance, and style. His piercing blue eyes roamed the room, with its forest green walls, glass ceiling and golden flecks and swirls that accented the aura of the forest. He looked upwards, through the subtle circular gap in the leafy canopy above his head and sighed as the golden sunrise peaked through the glassy dome that atopped his room.
It was beautiful.
He arose, striding to the expansive wardrobe and slipping into his favourite suit. A handsome slate jacket and pants with a black collared shirt beneath it, unbuttoned at the top. He gave himself a flashing smile as he looked up at the ornate mirror adorning his wall
"God you're vain..."
A drawling voice toyed with him as Lucian whipped around. His younger sister Sava stood leaning against his bedposts, the brown tree bark hard against her skin. She gave a low chuckle and snorted as Lucian studied his hair once more before tying his black shoes. He made a vulgar gesture and then strode past, out of his room, his sanctuary, and down the sweeping staircase from his top floor room into the bustling halls of the palace ground floor.
He was met by a messenger, who struggled to keep up as he walked towards the palace front hall.
"Your highness, your carriage awaits you in the driveway. Do you wish to leave now, or can I take a message?" He gave a small bow and fell into step behind the Prince. Looking behind him, Lucian answered clear and calm. "I will visit Salem, then meet the carriage in ten minutes. Thank you." "Of course Sir, have a good trip." Another bow. Then the messenger was gone in a flurry of bodies, all making way for the Prince, and heir to the throne.
"Salem!" He called in his head
In a moment she was there, a bustle of wings and then stillness as she sat on his shoulder. The magnificent perigran falcon sat small but mighty, her wings tucked beneath her with pride as she nipped his ear with her beak.
"I missed you, but I must go. I just wanted to see you before I left." Lucian murmered.
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The trees whispered all around the girl, as if humming a soft tune during their journey. She had become one with the forest all these years, feeling connected to everything that was alive. Some would see her as crazy, hell most hated her for the creature she was, but she respected everything that lived. They worked together to keep each other alive, otherwise there would be no balance. Diaval grumbled softly to his rider, Ilyana giving a smile as she understood him with ease. Their minds were connected after growing together, it now used a minimal amount of her abilities to communicate, though the longer the distance, the harder it was on her. Diaval was all she had in life, her only friend, more than that they were now family. They had grown to respect and protect each other at any cost, if one died, so would the other sooner or later. The travel took some time, Ilyana had tracked the buck for what seemed like centuries. During the journey, Ilyana was planning the next few days in her head, what she needed to finalize for the colder months. There needed to be enough bounty for everyone, Ilyana, Diaval and her livestock. Her whole life in the forest she had created a system and plan, and each year it had worked perfect. First she needed to prepare and dry meats, then harvest the crops, prepare the barn, collect fish from the lake and get enough firewood. Nodding to herself she knew her plan, as long as there were no interruptions, this would be a smooth final month. Diaval grumbled once more, sensing that his young companion was lost in her mind once again. Ilyana patted his rough scales, chuckling softly, "Don't worry Val, Im just thinking" She reassured him. Val snorted and shook his head in reply, continuing forward as they neared her the homestead. It was a quaint area, surrounded and protected by a thick wall of trees and shrubbery. It had taken ages to build, and to some it was nothing more than some put together wooden buildings, but to Ilyana it was her oasis. Once Val made it through the small clearing, he gentle set the body of the buck down as Ilyana slid with ease down his side. She patted the beast before dragging the carcass towards the meat shed. The buck would be used to its full, meat to dry for the winter, skin for clothing, bones for bone meal in the fields, there was never any waste. Slipping a knife from her belt, Ilyana began the messy chore before the body would go bad, prepping the buck with ease. She had perfected the skill and it was not long before she had finished. After cleaning up once she had completed her task, it was time to gather wood. Taking a homemade ax she made her way just a few feet past her homestead to begin, chopping up fallen trees from the last storm and smaller dead ones. It had been hours since her hunting journey, everything calm and peaceful. That was until she felt an uneasy twinge in her gut. It caught her off guard, causing her to stop mid swing as she looked off into the woods with furrowed brows. It was an odd feeling, as if something was happening, but she saw or heard nothing. Maybe it was just a wind chill, or just her mind playing tricks? She did not know and therefore tried to shake it off and continue, though in the back of her mind she knew truly, something was wrong. |
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Lucian was quick to embark on the journey. Following his brief meeting with Salem, he found his way to the imperial carriage waiting just as the messenger had said. He felt a glimmer of hope surrounding him, the people in the courtyard giving him small smiles and encouragement. They knew he needed to forge this alliance, and he knew he must for the people of what was eventually to be his land.
"Lucian, for goodness sakes wait." A disgruntled call against the hope.
She didn't even call him Sir. Never had and never would, even if he took the throne in the years to come. It was his advisor, Pymra. She was a wise girl, only just older than he, but an experienced fighter who had guided him through thick and thin. She wasn't just his advisor, she was a close, honest and extremely loyal friend who always had his back in that sarcastic, intelligent way. "You forgot your battle garb. I want you to wear it, that suit won't do you any favours where you're going. The alliance may have to be fought for and I don't want that suit getting shredded." She said it in a exsaperated tone, but a glint of warning and a fleeting good luck flashed behind her cunning eyes. "Thank you Pymra. I'll do my best not to get shredded, obviously." Lucian replied, a hint of sarcasm on his tongue.
Just then, a flurry of wings hit his face and Lucian stumbled backwards. "Salem! What ar-..."
"I'm coming with you. Don't question it." The falcon eyed him and Lucian chuckled. "Why of course Salem darling, the carriage awaits."
He alighted the carriage with grace, Salem perched this time on his head, and drew the curtains as it pulled away. He quickly changed into his battle gear. An aegean blue tunic, with a brown leather breastplate that carried the three knives he bore. He slung his bow onto his back along with several arrows. Salem had now disembarked and sat on a jeweled perch that protruded from the wall of the compartment. "You know, the jewels are far too nice for you." Lucian said slyly to his companion.
"Shut up, you're grovelling again."
He winked and then settled back in his seat, knives hanging like drops of silver protruding against his tanned skin.
And it was then that it all began to unravel. The scenery was beautiful as they left the vast cityscape behind for the forests beyond. Sunlight was filtered through the enriched canopy and left a dull glow over everything in sight. Too bad the carriage came to a stop and darkness surrounded them.
Salem screeched. "Ambush! Get out Lucian, I will find you once we're safe." And with that, the falcon, as fast as light itself flew out the open window of the carriage to fight off the attackers. Lucian was in hot pursuit. His daggers flashed as he weilded them, one in each hand, a third clinking at his waist. Despite his immense fighting skill, with the magical darkness around him and Salem, they struggled against the shadowy assassins as Lucian was pushed further and further towards the knife edge of the road. He still had no idea where the attackers were but calculated that there were at least 3 of them, all taking it in turns to make blows with him. Then he fell. His head crunching against a tree as one of the attackers, swift and stealthy broke away from his comrades and moved down to where Lucian lay down the bank. The magical darkness disappeared and Lucian found himself staring at several cloaked warriors as he lay amongst the pine needles. The pain was now unbearable, it seeped through him right to the core. "Salem, get out of here now!" His mental capacity was shrouded and he struggled to communicate with his closest friend and ally. Then all went dark. |
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With each swing of the ax, the feeling in her gut grew, something was wrong. She had to ignore it though, things happened in the forest, she couldn't control it all. Quietly she hauled the armfuls of wood back to her home, neatly stacking it all on the backside under a small covering to keep it dry. As she was carrying the last stack home, that sharp feeling hit her like a knife to her gut, radiating through her body. She caught her breath in shock, her eyes quickly darting towards a pulse of energy that rippled like a wave through the trees. It had been years since she had felt anything like that, and she knew it was something more than a simple raiding on the main road. Ilyana darted inside her home, pushing the wooden door hard with her arm as she reached inside, grabbing her long sword. She ran out the door, not even paying mind to the door being left wide open as she burst into a sprint, following the gust of wind that now led her. She was quick on her feet, as if she was floating while she dashed through trees and over fallen logs and debris. Her chest burned as she forced herself to keep running, the wind only picking up as she got closer and closer towards the main road of the forest. Ilyana only slowed as she saw the thinning line of trees, taking a moment to catch her breath before she entered whatever trouble was lying beyond. Ilyana could hear voices not too far off, hiding behind a thick trunk she peered, looking to see the commotion. Her eyes quickly locked on to three cloaked men, she could feel the energy bouncing off their bodies as they took turns stomping and kicking some form on the ground. Quietly she flanked the figures, her footsteps almost silent as she weaved through the trees, now at the edge of the road. She took a second to assess the situation, a royal carriage abandoned, its guards slain, the horses grazing and ignoring the scene. Three men were stomping someone, someone of importance by the look of his clothing. He looked barely alive, she could see the thick, crimson liquid soaking the back of his hair as his hands gripped the dirt below, she had to do something. Ilyana stepped out from the shadows of the treeline, her frame tall as she looked to the men with a deadly glare. "Hey!" She shouted, standing her ground in the middle of the dirt road.
The men all stopped in unison, quickly turning to see the female, causing them to look at each other before stepping forward towards her, slowly spreading out to flank her. Ilyana smirked, drawing the long sword from its sheath, watching them all carefully. "Well well boys, looks like we have a new plaything" one of the men growled, pulling his own sword from his side. "She looks mighty fine, maybe we should keep this one as a prize" another said. Ilyana kept a smirk on her lips, slowly stepping in a circle as the men circled her, like a vulture over a carcass. That is when in seconds they were on her. Quickly she dodged their blows and grasps, ducking and spinning while staying light on her feet. Using her sword to block, she was strategic with her moves, keeping her attention on all of them rather than focusing on one. When the men began to realize she was much more skilled than they thought, their moves grew to be nasty and sloppy, stressing over the fact a woman was beating them. Within minutes, one man was slain, his head laying in a puddle of its own blood across the road. The two remaining resorted to heavy blows to try and unbalance her. This did not last long again as minutes later, Ilyana pulled her sword from the abdomen of the second man. The final man looked in shock to his fallen partners, turning his gaze to the female who stood waiting. Letting out an awful yell he charged her, swinging his sword overhead as hard as he could before swiping her legs with his own. Ilyana fell to the ground, the wind escaping her chest as the man fell on top of her. His hands took hold of her throat, his skin hard and calloused as he tightened his grip. Ilyana squirmed, trying to gain a breath but was failing. Darkness was slowly closing in around the edges of her eyes, her chest grasping for air. As the darkness was about to take hold of her body, it soon all came back lie a wave, the light, the air. The man had let go. Ilyana pushed him off as she gained her feet and breath, confused on why he had let go. That is when she heard it.
Diaval closed in, emerging from the shadows as his gigantic frame came into view. His steps shook the ground as he let out a low, deadly grumble. That man had just harmed his master, he could feel her pain. Diaval bared his teeth as he watched the man stand, eyes wide with fear, holding his sword out to the beast. Ilyana watched, moving quickly out of the way, standing in front of the wounded man before she spoke.
"Dracarys" Flames immediately clouded the man who stood before the beast, his body crumbling in seconds, not a sound escaping. Once the coast was clear, Ilyana quickly turned to the man who was barely clinging to consciousness, blood trickling from the crack behind his head. She knelt carefully, her eyes softening as she looked to him. She knew she couldn't leave him here, he would die instantly, but also she did not want to bring him home, her place of hiding for all these years. Sighing softly she looked to Diaval before back to the injured man. "You will be okay, I promise" She whispered softly. She waved her hand across his face, whispering words in a foreign tongue, "Dorim". Instantly the injured man would be in a painless sleep, easy for her to transport him home without him knowing the way. |
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