"My forest always seems to have just what people enjoy in one form or another." Ameika said to Aurora as she smiled, bowing back to her and the others as they had bowed to her, she had wanted to keep it simple and the formalities out of the door but they were brought in anyways and so she too started to be formal, be coming more stiff. "My staff will greatly appreciate you thanking them. Though once the meeting is over i will see to his wound as he was harmed here in my kingdom it is the least i can do." she said to her as she smiled, looking over everyone before her, she had healed them all at one point in their life so healing one more person from the danger that he was in from one of the many plants in her forest.

"Thank you for the lovely gift, Arventino." she said to him as she smiled, having not reached out to take, after all Netro had moved in front of the king, stopping him from coming any closer and taking the gift from him before handing it to her. She smiled as she took the gift, looking it over and tracing the design on it and fingering the stone before she set it in a bowl shaped table that was there for gifts and such.

"I understand but it is not an easy choice to make. Last time you all had came here a fight had broken out so i could not hear either side out." she said to him as she gave them a sad smile, looking them all over before she stood and bowed to Queen Wing, smiling just as sadly to her. "Welcome once more to my home, Wing." she said to her before giving a very small gasp as she sat down once more, it was very taxing on her to be moving around so much in a dress that was literally squeezing the breath out of her.

"Yes they are, Yukito and new plants and creatures pop up everyday. Though one plant we have found i think, Aurora would love to see soon is the one we dub the death flower." she said as she chuckled, siting as still as she could, hiding her hands with in the sleeves of her dress, not showing that she was clenching her daggers until her knuckles turned white from it.

"My great grandfather painted those paintings. It was back when we were all at peace and we were able to travel freely. He painted every kingdom, and every scene that enticed him. I will admit that i had a painter fix them up considering they were in poor shape when they were found." she said to them all as she chuckled, looking fondly at a painting of her and a little boy playing, she would never tell anyone that it was Netro that was with her in it after all it was a precious moment in their life when she healed him for the first time and met him for the first time.

"Once everyone is here we can continue where we had left off at last time." she said to them all fondly, reaching a hand up to Netro as he continued to basically stood in front of her, a single brush of her fingers on his arm to let him know to back down, giving a fond smile to the male before she looked towards the door to see if anyone else was going to join them, slightly relieved that a fight had not broken out just yet and they all were being civil to each other. Though if a fight did break out again while they were in her kingdom then she would kick them out and close her borders to them, fighting them all if she had too, after all her kingdom had the best defense for a war.

As the queen of seasons had approached the young king of memory, Yukito's eyes had actually quickly widened up in shock to see that she had changed her mood ever so quickly. Rather then remaining quiet and watching every other ruler of the other houses converse with one another inside the large throne room where the meeting was going to soon be held, Wing had actually decided to approach Yukito after having him greet her from where she had been sitting and him from where he had been standing. Having her immediately greet him back with a respectful bow that nearly every ruler had shown one another, Yukito bowed his own head to Wing to show the same amount of respect. Even if their age difference was off by a single year and she possibility may had more experience with being a ruler then Yukito had, the bow would at least show that they were on equal terms of being respectful with one another. Right after their trading of bows, listening to how the queen of seasons had actually ended up apologizing for her actions of not showing her manners on her first entrance into the throne room where everyone was. Yukito had simply returned a warm smile of his own before shaking his head in response. "No Ms. Wing. You are far from late, it appears that there are still others who have not come to the meeting yet as well." Once more, the young king had spoken with his voice soft yet as well as slightly quiet but just loud enough that if anyone were around him close enough they would be able to hear.

Just as Wing had placed a single hand onto Yukito's shoulder, a sharp gasp had escaped his lips as he quickly directed his gaze right into the eyes of the queen of season standing before him. Being reminded that lately through the days that have been passing, Yukito had been showing much seriousness on his facial expression rather then happiness through his true smiles. As well as that Wing would always be there to try and help him truly give real smiles, the young male king couldn't help but direct his eyes straight down toward the floor with a sincere smile actually spreading across his lips. It had been quite some time that the young king of memory had shown a true smile that hadn't been simply to cloud the fact that he was still in some pain of his family but as well as his shyness to meeting anyone. Through a quiet whisper from his lips, he speaks out the words 'thank you' while his head had been down. Not realizing that Wing had turned her attention over toward Aurora for a moment, the very same moment when the queen of seasons had actually given Yukito a close hug before pulling away. Another gasp had escaped his lips before nodding finally once more in the end to her thanks as well as that she would always be there to help no matter what would happen. "Thank you Ms. Wing, that truly means a lot to know you are there and are on our side.."

Watching as how Arventino right after passing out the gifts to the other two female rulers within the room and as well as Yukito, had proceeded his way over toward Wing next to hand her a gift as well. The young king of memory couldn't help but continue smiling between the Arventino and the rest of the rulers within the room, even if there would be enemies of other houses within the same room. Arventino seemed to have no trouble handing out gifts to each one of the different rulers without giving so much as a glare to the enemy house leaders as well.

Right after, hearing as how the queen of sorrow had spoken up in return at Yukito's earlier response about her plants. He couldn't help but nod in interest to find out that there happened to be new plants and animals coming out every single day. The young king had known that new plants and animals came out every so often within the forest of the house of sorrow, but everyday? That was something that had caught much of the young male's attention indeed, curious about a special plant that the queen of death would love to see being called the death flower. Unaware of what it would look like or if Yukito had even seen it at all before. To be truthful, just hearing the name of the plant being called the death flower, had gotten the king of memory curious on what it would look like. If he were to see it, there would possibility be a chance he would try to draw it as well.

The one thing Yukito hadn't expected was when Ameika had spoken up about the paintings that both Yukito and Aurora were speaking about just not too long ago. It had seemed that the great grandfather of the queen of sorrow had painted these portraits in the long past, that was indeed not really impossible due to their great condition due to them most likely over drawn slightly to give the picture slightly more color rather then ruining the beautifully already painted portrait. Turning his head around the entire throne room, the young king had taken a glance at each one of the paintings that had surrounded the large meeting room they were all in. Each one showed a story as it was obviously detailed to the very core of the picture, it was easy to tell that the pictures each took much time to paint to come out this well.

Making his way slowly over toward one of the seats within the large room. The young king had taken a seat down onto the chair before pulling out his booklet that he had used for drawing along with his pencil once more. Flipping open the booklet, Yukito had gone through multiple different pages of other pictures of plants, animals and even people drawn by himself. By the time he had found a blank canvas page, the young male had looked around the large throne room making sure to grab each and every detailed spot of the room before beginning to draw each and everything he had seen within the room. Even making sure to get the drawing of each of the rulers as well as guardians, and healers of the room as well.

Wings attention turned once again as she heard the warm voice of Aryentino the king of Valor. She gave him a warm smile as she bowed to him out of respect.. Aryentino was a great king he tried to unite everyone in peace. That was one of the reasons she had no issues taking arms with him. She believed in him and what he stood for. Unlike Aurora Aryentino was a good person at heart and fraught for everyone's sake just not his own. He was a kind man by nature but could turn into a force to be reckoned with. She held out her hand as she looked at the beautiful sapphire flower. It made her smile as she gave a bow to Arventino. "Thank you my dear King. She said to Aryentino. He was very kind. "It is very beautiful." Her eyes cut to the queen of Sorrows as she walked to where the queen was. She bowed before her. She then rose as she looked at the girl. Then walked to the chair she had sat in originally.

(alright, Il take the King of destruction, but I need one of you to take control of an Underling, hopefully a knight or Guardian.)

Name : Amedaius Willow-wood.
Age : 24
Race : Snow-elf
Weapon of Choice : A Enormous War-hammer (think like the one on the front page), An ebony Longbow, and a Azurite War-axe.
Ability's : Natural Resistance to Ice Magic, Expert In Necromancy, and Can manipulate the will of Creature's for a Time.
House : King of Destruction
Bio : Amedaius is the illegitimate Brother of Arventino Rosewood, though this is not a Widely known fact. Having been cast out at a Young age, due to the Circumstance's of his birth, Amedaius grew Cruel and Resentful of Those that had used him as a Stepping stone. In the Last 10 year's, Amedaius has rallied the House's of Vengence and Death under his banner, Claiming that this was mearly for Conquest, but To him, it's for Revenge.
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without
with Just no wing's.

Amedaius Approached the House of Sorrow slowly, With his Guard Next to him. He was Wearing his Full armor, for Sheer Intimidation. He looked around, for any indication that his brother was here. He saw none, but felt that he was, much to his Irritation. He then walked inside, Uncaring of the Eye's, and whisper's he heard all around him. They would be bowing to him soon enough, so let them enjoy it, he thought.

Name : Zaeli The Wyrm-Flayer
Age : 45
Race : Graul (Pronounced 'Growl'. They're an elf-like troll race who thrive in the harsh plains of their home.) Graul posses relatively blunt teeth, but two sets of vicious canines. Zaeli's particular tribe stains these canines black, earning their tribe the name Vilefang.
Weapon of Choice : A pair of large sickles similar to these:

Also uses his own claws and strength to overpower and maul his foes.
Ability's : Superhuman strength, a Graul can easily lift five times his own body weight. Can also enter a 'Rage High' that turns him into an almost unstoppable juggarnaut, ignoring any and all wounds for a short while. This will drain him and vause a 'crash' which can leave him in a comatose state while his body recovers.
House : Guardian of Destruction
Bio : Zaeli was born the son of his village's shaman. Possessing the strength and viciousness a Graul warrior needs, he was entered into warrior training at ten years, the traditional age for his kind to start. At the age of twenty years, Zaeli was the best of what remained of his age group and went out for his coming of age trial, a traditional event in which warriors prove their worth by felling a Rock Dragon with their bare hands, on the second week of his tribe's Hunting Festival, as was customary. He was gone for over a month and was presumed dead. When he returned to his village on the fifth week of his trial, he was bleeding and ragged, but grinning like a madman as he dragged the head of a massive Rock Dragon behind him. The village was silent as the massive, scarred head was examined, the village already knowing what head lay before them; the Rock Dragon broodfather, an ancient and old foe who had devoured many Graul in his life and was their tribe's most hated foe. Impressed and more than a little grateful, Zaeli was heralded a hero and was slated to take the role of Chieftain after the death of the current. It took another ten years before the old Chieftain died and Zaeli took the title. A few years later, Zaeli was approached with the proposition of becoming a Guardian for the King of House Destruction, who's lands they were allowed to live in. Zaeli, being the haughty and proud warrior he was, said he would only accept if this king bested him in a fair duel. When the bitter snow-elf arrived, their battle was a fierce one with both getting shots in. Zaeli was finally defeated with a hard and near-fatal blow to his side, leaving the warrior unable to continue. As a result, Zaeli agreed to be the king's Guardian, the young elf having earned the Graul's respect.
Description : (Yay, still no pictures :D) Zaeli is incredibly tall, nearing 14 feet and tipping the scales at around 250 pounds of muscle and bone. For his kind, he is quite tall, causing his limbs to be lankier than the rest of his kind, who are usually 12 foot at the tallest. This added lankiness does grant him speed and added reach, proving more a boon than a hindrance. His skin is rough and possesses a light plum purple hue, covered in white, jagged markings, displaying his accomplishments as both a warrior and Chieftain. There are three marks just above his heart, two jagged and vaguely resembling triangles. The third is smooth, resembling a wave or gust of wind. These are the marks for his children, two boys and one girl, painted on by the village shaman at the birth of each. It keeps them close when he is away from his village and he is always sure to repaint them after each battle. He is also covered in scars, the Chieftain holding pride for each and every one. His hair is blacker than oil and unkempt, the messy mass covering his small pointed ears. His eyes are a deep coal black, his pupils barely visible, but jagged and ovular like a cat's.

Zaeli does not wear armor, only wearing a pair rough leather pants and a few strings of bone jewelry. He wears a pair of leather slippers when not in battle, binding his feet in leather straps when preparing to head into combat. He never wears anything resembling a shirt as it would hide his pride from the world. He is wanted by several Houses for horrendous war crimes.

(I just noticed I have a thing for tribal markings....Also, feel free to PM me if you would like me to change anything Andraus as I feel I may still be off with your lore.)

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Zaeli followed the cold and bitter king, eyeing the guards and maids of this house with an amused grin, the tall graul having to stoop just to enter through the front gates. The man he would give his life to guard was as quiet as ever, causing another hearty chuckle to escape his throat. Such a cagey little elf. Through the years he had known and guarded him, he had rarely seen him smile. And even then Zaeli was unsure if any of them were genuine.

He caught the cold stares and silently hateful whispers of the maids as they moved through the gardens, preparing to enter. Some even looked to him with disgust. As they approached the front doors, he stooped to enter, only for a guard to motion for his sickles. He hesitated, looking from his waist to the guard before, with a large grin, he lunged, teeth slamming closed centimeters from the guard's face. He let out a long and deep laugh as the elf yelped and jumped back, the others nearby drawing their swords. Still chuckling, he removed the sickles and tossed them to the ground, letting them clatter at the guards feet, lifting a clawed hand as the guard cautiously moved to retrieve them. "Leave them there. I will not allow a coward to touch my weapons," he said, voice deep and low. There was a warning growl within his voice, letting him know that, despite his still obvious mirth, he was dead serious.

Aurora was presented with a pair of golden earrings. A gift from the king of Valor himself. "Thank you Arventino. This is a very thoughtful gesture." She said to the male simply. The Queen of Seasons entered right after. Speaking with the King of memory. She could not help but notice the woman's gaze on her. The Queen was watching Aurora. Almost waiting for her to make a move. But in truth, Aurora had been the only one in the room to not have a weapon at her side. In fact, she did not have any hidden. It was a dangerous card to play, but it was a line she was willing to tread. She noticed a presence lurking around. Her guardian Rae. She had welcomed the woman to travel with the group. But Rae had refused, tending to travel on her own.

Aurora also noticed Keltin found his way into the room. Not only that, He was watching the Queen of Season's like a hawk. Rightly so. Keltin noticed the tension of everyone in the room, and she being the only person on the opposite side. But she refused to give in to such squabbles. Not again. Aurora walked up to the man after tucking the small box away on her person. "How is he doing?" Aurora asked. Although her back was turned to the room, one of her hands was up ever so slightly. Palm faced out towards him A silent order to tell him to relax. The hand went back down to her side as soon as it was there. She listened to his summary of the situation before smiling. "I believe Rae is hovering around if you wish to speak with her. And Thank you Keltin." It was another silent order. To update Rae to the best of his knowledge. There was much she could not outright say in the presence of the nobles. Nor was she going to.

After a moment of getting an answer from Keltin, she smiled, thanking him once again as Amedaius came threw the door. Wearing his full set of armor. Aurora glanced to Keltin one last time before her greeting to Amedaius would begin.

"Amedaius, you make such an entrance." She said to the male. Walking back into the room with him. She honestly did truly align herself with the man. The past had been torturous for the death house. Death being something everyone feared, they contently had their doors blown in. They had a history of being vampires, ghouls, demons, all creatures of the night. Her reign had been a good one so far. She traded with others. Sent aid where it needed. She was the opposite of her father really. Not weak, but Temperance. But her house was feared. Anyone of the mere living had a tough time in the caves. Their souls would be drained, their bodies weakened. It was why Aurora normally came out.

She once again noticed Wing's glare on her frame. Aurora decided to speak up. "Hello Wings." She said with a bow. "I noticed you looking in my direction. Have you noticed my roses? They are blooming lovely this year. That reminds me.." She said. Pulling her blood red braid to her front and pulling one of the flowers from her hair. Setting it on a napkin in front of the king of memory. "I know you like plants and flora. This flower will not survive long away from me or its home. Just... don't touch it. They don't call it the death flower for nothing." Aurora said with a smile wondering off. They just needed two more royals, and the fun fest would begin.

Keltin watched as his queen moved, bowing his head to her as she approached. He obeyed her quiet order, relaxing his shoulders slightly, sliding his feet into a more relaxed position. "He is doing well. I am afraid he may be developing an infection from the water I was forced to use on the road. Hopefully I cleaned it out, but I will need to go back and check in on it soon," he said, voice low. He grimaced lightly at the prospect of having to speak with that harpy of a phoenix, but he nodded his head. "I will, your Majesty," he said, placing a hand on his chest.

He turned to leave, but stopped as Amedaius entered the room, the pressure in his head becoming unbearable. His hand darted to his temple, gently squeezing, willing it to remain down until he had at least exited the throne room. Excusing himself quietly, he shuffled hurriedly out of the room, being sure to give the King of Destruction and his large Guardian a respectful distance. As he exited the throne room, he moved quicker, practically running to a nearby exit and out into the garden. Finding himself a quiet and shaded corner, he let it free itself. The vision was terrible; flames engulfing all around him, the terrible screech of a distant bird echoing in his ears, mixing with the angered roaring of a dragon. It flashed to the garden where he now huddled himself, the gutted body of a guard bleeding out in front of him, face twisted and frozen in an eternal scream of agony. Finally it faded, leaving the Lefi a trembling wreck as he was slumped down, on all fours with what remained of his meager lunch staining the grass beneath him. Shakily, he stood, turning to do as he was ordered and find the phoenix Rae. He must get this done before he went off to tell someone, anyone, of what he had seen, if only to keep his conscious clean.

(Imagine that the above post and this one are connected and are both located under Triquetra's as I am far too lazy to copy/paste that big thing up there and move it down here. :D)

Amedaius bowed, and kissed Aurora's hand, Removing his helm. "The Pleasure is alway's Mine, Lady Aurora. As alway's when we Meet, I promise to Bring your House to glory, with this 'Conflict' is resolved. "he said. He didn't see the war as much of a Hinderence. If they knew of the Niskaru War's, and Forsworn attack's in the land's to the South, this would seem like mear child's play. 'these Simple race's do not even know their True power! Oh, but they shall soon see.....I see a Chance for my Vengence to be fulfilled, and Will take it with a smile'He thought. "Am I the last one, or is there any other missing?" He asked, Coldly calm.

Arventino's Smile Stopped the Moment he heard that Horribly Familier voice. He looked behind him, and his fear's were confirmed. It was his Half Brother, Amedaius. 'This man is a Blight, and has taken our family name, and twisted it' He thought. However, he did not want people to know of this fact about their Connection to eachother. It might weaken his support, but people would also tend to Distrust him, knowing that he was family.

(I need someone for the Leader of House vengence)

Wing kept quit as she watched Aurora. "Look little pet your master is here." She whispered as she saw the master of destruction himself. She rolled her eyes as she rose not bothering to bow before or to Aurora or her king. She Threw the flower back at Aurora. "I care not for anything that comes from you. Only death and destruction lurks in your presence. I haven't forgot what you did to my brothers, and one day your head will be on my mantle. You can both play nice with the others here and toy with them. But in the end you will bring sickness and death. " She said meaning every word as she stared deep into Aurora's eyes. She wasn't afraid of the woman by any means or the king of destruction himself. She had a reason to hate Aurora more than the others. It was that woman that had killed her beloved brothers in the first place. They had only wanted to help her instead they met their end. She wasn't stupid and now wasn't the time for games. Her eyes locked on Aurora as her eyes became cold and inviting upon the woman. She took her seat as she waited keeping her true emotion and thoughts to herself. One day Aurora's head would be hers and all those that dared to follow in her foot steps would pay the same fate. She had said all she needed to say to the woman. She knew by what she said she had sealed her fate with the King of Destruction and would soon face the consequences. She rather die fighting for the truth than a false agreement among nobles. There could be no peace for any of them as long as the King of Destruction was alive.

She watched Aurora's pet or healer leave wondering where it was going. If she knew Aurora to find her demon pet of fire. Aurora had no intent to fight herself to day it seemed other than with her mouth. Though if her pets where near by she may just have them too. Her eyes moved to the King of Destruction's own guardian. The creators was something to be feared. It is differently something you didn't want to see in a well lit room. Much less a dark ally. Maybe that was the problem with the other houses. They forgot to go searching through the ugly tree and see what evil creators they could find to aid them. Her mind wondered as she sat there wondering more on what the King of Destruction had to say. Her decent and almost happy mood was ruined for now thanks to Aurora. She had been happy to see the others til now.

Rae grew restless as she let out a angry cry. She had enough of this. She leaped into the air as she transformed and flew to the castle. Her eyes landed on Keltin. In a matter of seconds she swopped down landing behind him as he reeked of his own vomit. She was slightly repulsed as she arched a brow at him in her human form. "You are sick again Keltin." She said in a kind voice rather worried for the strange one she had grown to like. "Aurora must be looking for me then if you are here. You had another vision didn't you little one?" She said wishing she could help him but knowing better than to touch him. " Please tell me of your vision? " She said as she watched him with great interest. She closed her eyes as she smelt the familiar smell. "Ah, his Majesty is here as well. This is going to get rather interesting to say the least. I take it then our Queen has instructed you to update me then?" She said as she stared at him looking more like a bird of prey than a human with her gaze.

Ameika smiled and nodded her head, watching and listening to everyone interact though the smile had soon fell from her face as she listened to what was going on between everyone. She stood up, pressing her hands to her stomach in a none noticeable way, her face was already slightly paler as she took a deep breath. "ENOUGH!" she said in a calm voice, but the exact spot she was at was made so that her voice was amplified and sound very commanding and authoritative compared to what it originally is. "While you are all in my Kingdom, you are to be civil to each other. I will not have a fight break out once more and all weapons are to be left outside this room!" she said to them in a dead serious voice as her face matched it, the wolf that was in her was showing through a bit as she appeared intimidating. "We were all friends once and still are here until I choose a side, we are still friends. So leave the pity squabbles and the war out of my kingdom. If anyone and i mean anyone starts a fight you are all to leave my kingdom immediately and i will fight you all to my last breath." she said to them in a deadly voice, she maybe the more girly one out the group and she may appear to be the weak one but she and her people and even her kingdom were far more dangerous then they could ever imagine. She waved slightly, looking slightly paler as she took her seat once more, trying to catch her breathe and calm down.

Keltin stopped shakily, eyes widening in horror and sudden panic as flames suddenly appeared before him, bright and burning, drying his eyes and causing him to blink rapidly. When the heat faded, he calmed, eyeing the woman that stood in front of him. Her eyes were softer than when the first met, her voice holding a kindness he was sure wasn't there before. He watched her, unconsciously lifting his hand to wipe at his mouth, the bluish veins in his face becoming more prominent in his almost transparent skin as he blushed at his embarrassing predicament.

"I...I'm sorry you have to see me like this, Ma'am," he said, bowing his head to his superior. He blinked at the concern in her voice, lifting his head. "I... will tell you in a moment ma'am. I have been ordered to inform you of what is transpiring in there." He proceeded to explain, swiftly and efficiently explaining the situation, including Queen Wing's subdued hostilities. "I'm afraid she may try something without one of us in there..." he said, looking back to the building. "As for my vision...the palace was burning." He lowered his voice, not wishing to be overheard by the guards in case they would misunderstand his prophetic talks for a suspected plan. "I do not know how or why, but the whole palace was on fire. I heard you off in the distance fighting...something. It may have been a dragon, but I never got a look at it and only heard it. There was not much other than that, I'm afraid..." he muttered, closing his eyes. His mind had been merciful with the vision, making it short. IT ahd been vicious however and he was still shaking lightly from it.

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Zaeli eyed the collection of royals, face split by a a lopsided smile. He chuckled at their polite squabbling. These royals were a funny sort. Despite all the meetings he had attended with this bitter elf, he had never understood why they did not just kill each other. It would be the simplest and easiest of ways to settle this war. He gave each monarch a pointed look, stopping on the cold looking female at the table who seemed to be watching him with a cautious and poignant glare. He grinned widely at her, exposing his four painted canines. He would love for this woman to lose her calm. He would love for a reason to jump across this table and dig his claws into her chest. He licked his lips at the thought, but turned away, moving to a corner and plopping to the ground, relaxing against the far wall and keeping an eye on everyone within the room.

He turned his head sharply as the woman on the throne spoke up, eyeing her up and down with critical black eyes. Too delicate looking to truly lead, but her voice did command authority and he couldn't help but give her that. Besides, there was something...feral in her that wasn't there a moment ago. His eyes finally wandered away, landing on the tall, scarred man standing beside her. This must be her guard, the one assigned to protect her. He grinned wide, looking him over critically. Tall and strong, heavily scarred. A warrior through and through.

Remaining utterly silent throughout the entire time while the young king of memory had been studying each of the detailed carvings into the walls that had surrounded all the rulers within the room, Yukito had made sure to clear out his mind to allow himself to draw each of the royalty sitting within the large room. It may not had been something that would prove much to any of the other rulers, but it was still something that would allow the young male to pass the time in hopes that the rest of the other king and queens would arrive already. Around the point when Yukito had been nearly halfway finished with his own drawing, upon hearing what sounded like heavy footsteps of solid armor marching into the room had caused the young king to nearly draw a dark slash across his paper. Quickly turning his head over toward the entrance into the throne room, it had just so happen to be that it was the king of destruction coming into the picture as well. Even Yukito had not known much about this man, all there was really known to him was from the information his parents had given him. Apparently this large man was one of the darker forces that they were against, he barely had any mercy for anyone when it would come to killing.

Without a single word to the large man, the king of memory returned to his drawing which was quickly interrupted once again due to the queen of death approaching him once more. She seemed to had given him a strange yet delicate flower in front of him, he was informed not to touch it due to it probably immediately going to die very soon because of it being separated from the queen. A light smile was given up toward Aurora as Yukito nodded for a moment. "Thank you, Ms. Aurora.." His voice nearly silent and pushed down to what sounded close to a whisper. Without much of another word, the young male had began to sketch the flower that had sat gracefully on the table.

Soon enough while Yukito had been sketching the flower that had sat there in front of him. His own attention was directed toward how the healer that had belonged to the house of death seemed to look as though he were in a hurry to leave the room for some strange reason. What it could have been that was bothering the man, Yukito tried to keep his own intentions to himself, not being to think too much of the tension that was building more and more within the meeting room. The very moment Amedaius had stepped into the room in his large set of armor along with his guard following along with him, the king of memory had chills shoot down his spine in thought of how a fight would easily be able to break out sooner or later.

Without so much as a warning by the time Yukito had pretty much finished the picture of the flower of death before him. His gaze was quickly darted over toward Wing as he had seen her step over toward him and Aurora only to end up throwing the flower back at the queen of death herself. "M-...Ms. W-Wing?" His voice had shaken just a bit along with his eyes widened in shock to see that the queen of season was in a large amount of anger as it seemed like it. Overhearing Wing speak about her brothers for a moment had gotten Yukito slightly curious about what had happened but maybe the moment to speak about it was out of hand.

The tension had seemed to continue growing larger and larger by the minute as it seemed almost as though a fight would break out at any moment. The fear of having a fight in the house of sorrow had gotten the young king of memory nearly to the point of shaking. Quickly without hesitation, hearing as how Ameika spoke out loudly on telling everyone that it had been enough. A quiet mental gasp escaped his thoughts before his eyes quickly darted over toward the queen of sorrow herself and listening to her speak. Being told that all weapons should be left outside of the room, Yukito slowly had turned his head down toward his waist to see that his katana was still sheathed beside him. Unraveling it from the tie against his waist, the young king lowered his weapon to the floor in respects that he did not plan on starting a fight within the room. Just the thought of fighting against the queen of sorrow in this war was almost like a nightmare come true. Not to mention, Yukito had known well enough that his family would not be too happy with their son to think that he had failed in getting Ameika onto their side of the war, even if he did not wish for this war in the first place.

"There are two more I believe." Aurora said to Amedaius. She suddenly felt her little gift to Yukito being thrown at her back. She turned to see Wing. The miserable excuse for a queen had been the one to snap first. That much was a surprise. It was not common knowledge. In fact, Wing's entire house was cured to keep the secret. They knew of the Strigoi and necromancer rituals. Mainly because, Aurora's father had invited the King and Queen of the house of seasons over to their palace. At the time Wing would of been left with a nanny. Which she was. And the Queen ended up staying behind also. Wing's father and brother went ahead with a few guards. Aurora's father brought them out into the grave yards. Luring them with the possibilities of seeing the souls pass on to the other world. It was also the time Aurora was to wake up for the first time.

The moment she first opened her eye was the moment of her first thirst. She took down the king of Seasons without any hassle. Mainly because he had not scene it coming. She also injured Wing's brother. A knight was able to free the boy, getting him to his horse. Aurora's father cast a curse on the boy before he fed. Anyone who made contact with the boy before his death would be unable to re-tell his story. Wings was always to know, but never to explain. It was Aurora's weakest point in life. And the moment her father tried to turn her into a cold hearted killer. The fact even her brother was able to live was something. Aurora closed her eyes as the Queen snapped at her. Waiting it out.

"Done now?" Was all she said. It was all she wanted to say even before Ameika yelled above all of them. Forcing the Queen of Season's to shut her trap. She made a few rules. About weapons and how they should all behave. It made Aurora smile again. Although one could not be sure if it was from happiness or a forced expression. She bent down slowly, picking up the flower and fluffing it back up a bit before setting it back into her hair.

"I apologize for my outburst Ameika." Aurora said to her friend. Which was funny cause she was not the one to have anything. Besides offering Yukito a flower. Frankly she was slightly insulted buy the fact they believed her house only brought destruction and sickness. When in fact it held the only gateway to heaven and hell. Is was a serene place. Though filled with death, it was a side effect to see something so beautiful as a soul pass into heaven. The only ones that remained were the soldiers that wished to fight. And those became her undead army. It was these small assumptions that annoyed Aurora. Yes, she had lost control as a child and killed Wing's father and brother. But she was a vampire whom had woken for the first time. If anything, it was another ting of guilt her father had given to her. But it was pushed away for the good of her people. Unlike Wing who was simply making it personal.

[it feels good to be back XDDD]

Name : Dementia Kira Demonclaw
Age : 19
Race : Succubus
Weapon of Choice : A chain whip,
Ability's : Seduction, Transformation and insanity
House :Queen of Vengeance
Bio : Dementia, which means Insanity, is a powerful succubus who can affect men and women. She was given the name by her parents because of her insane behavior, which sometimes doesn't fit her title as Princess of Vengeance. She killed for fun for most of her life and caused many to go insane. She was the youngest Queen to rule her Kingdom after her mother and father "died", only 10 years old, she is feared through all the house and isn't afraid to use her powers on her own subjects....But deep down, she regrets what does and wished someone would just talk to her. Dementia loves singing and often her voice would cause her people to insane, only to the adults though. She never harmed a child in her life and she hates anyone who would do horrible things to a child.
pic :

The dress she wears when not fighting
Her armor
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The young Queen walked through the forest of the Sorrow lands. The air had gotten colder as she walked through the forest, it was only because she was the Queen of Vengeance and to her...Vengeance was the best when served cold. She was making it cold on purpose since her homeland was freezing, and yet her clothes didn't seem to match the weather. Today she wore a ivory colored dress that touched the ground as she walked, gold chains attached to a belt that kept the dress from slipping more. gloved sleeves with golden clamps kept the warmth in her arms so they wouldn't get frostbite, her shoes with just simple white thigh length heels thumping through the leaves and the ground. The young queen's name was Dementia Kira Demonclaw, the Insane Succubic Queen of the House of Vengeance. She was feared through the lands because of her heart of ice, she was insane to everyone she met and was mental, physically and sexually unstable. Dementia was about 5'5" with brown skin white stream-like tattoos going along her body, black angel-like wings she kept folded on her back, a set of black curved horns with long white hair and a pair of eyes that were mismatched. The left eye was pitch black and the other was a bright gold, she also had a few things a 19 year old girl shouldn't be. Such as being very busty and a very wide waist, what do you excepting from a succubus?

Dementia walked up the stairs of the Sorrow palace slowly as her guards stayed outside, making sure nothing were to happen to their young queen. Opening the door to the palace, the air immediately became cold and still, she looked around to see the other kings and queens of the different regions along with the guards. Dementia was late and her blood stained dress seem to tell the story to why she was late, "Privet everyone, I trust things are going well?" She asked with a smile. She was remaining calm so her insanity wouldn't make her do something she would regret. "I'm guess everyone here was on their best behavior, da?" She asked bowing her head to everyone as a way to say 'hi'.

[where is everyone? <=I]

(i think we are waiting on Lady Chello: to post)

Wing gave a slight bow of her head as she shifted her attention to Yukito. She closed her eyes as she kept her mouth shut knowing it was time to do so. Soon enough they would all be out of here and able to go about their day. She herself had enough of being in the room with Aurora and would welcome her forest. She open her eyes as she head the entrance of the Queen of Vengeance. She gave a bow to the woman but said nothing as she sat there her eyes not moving from her lap afterwards.


Rae stared at Keltin happy to help him up. "You should go rest my friend. I will go in there with our Queen. I promise to protect her. " She said as she softly caressed his cheek. "You are tired please rest. I hope your vision doesn't come to past. But if it does know I'll be ok. Besides Keltin I'm a tough old bird. I'll just be reborn again a curse of my kind." She said as she worried for him." If you want you can stand by me in there when you feel up to it. I wish I could stay here with you but some one needs to be with Aurora. As long as Wing is in that room Aurora is in danger. " She said as she softly let him go turning as she made her way into the building. She kept her hand by her side as she entered the room. She looked at each and everyone of the royals giving each one a slight bow of respect. Though she quickly took her place just behind Aurora. Her eyes fixed on Wing. She didn't dare to touch a thing in the place king it would go up in flames in a instance.

((I'm waiting on Chello and Andraus))

(Ah, nothing like good old fashioned board necromancy. And I was waiting on Chello as well, though that's all rectified now.)

Keltin blinked at her fingers on his cheek, noting the terrible difference in their body temperature absently in the back of his mind. "Thank you, ma'am," he said softly, turning to watch her leave, ears flattening lightly to his skull. "Even gods can die, milady," he muttered absently, watching her back. Shaking his head he turned, making his way back inside. After making his way to a washroom (which he had to get directions to), he made his way up to where he was told his earlier patient was waiting. He needed to check up on him, images of an encroaching infection playing on the lefi's fraying nerves. Eventually, he found his way there and set about cleaning the wound properly. He would make his way back once the wound was properly treated, a few maids and one or two nurses coming by to bring him the supplies he needed.

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Zaeli turned his head as the frigid Demon-Queen entered, smile vanishing and a low growl entered his throat. She had never sat right with him, something wrong in the way she just was. The cold that followed her was never natural and burned his nose and eyes. Growling, he shifted where he sat, turning his eyes away. Last time they had met he had been unable to keep his temper down and had said a few things he could not even remember. He had felt sick for a few days afterward and had avoided his duty as Guardian for weeks. Not his proudest moment, but the woman always caused this fuzz in his head when she was here and her cold made him angry. He would sit for now, mumbling under his breath in low growls and clicks, trying to keep his growing unease and anger in check by mumbling nonsense and the names of his children under his breath.

(And not much from me for now. Would just like to get some updates for these guys up so I don't lose my groove.)

Amedaius Approached Arventino Slowly, whispering so only he heard. "Hello......brother. How nice to See you again. How have you been?" He asked, not really caring. He was Generally Jealous of his twin Brother, due to the fact that he was abled to live with his family, and be raised in pride of his birth. "Are you going to end this Conflict soon, and surrender?" he asked him. He was curious as too why Arventino was resisting so much. He had Several of the most Deadly house's at his back. How would he manage to defeat him?

"It's a pleasure to see you too, Amedaius. "he said, coldly. He hated that his brother was so Resentful, but knew he could do litttle about it. "I shall not Relent, or surrender. it will be you Amedaius. end this conflict, and accept what is "He said. He didn't like the way thing's were with the house's, but fighting and crying about it did very little to help, now did it?

Ameika smiled softly at everyone in the room as she took her guardian's hand to stand up once more, he didn't glance at him, knowing fully well that he would protect her until the moment he was killed for good that is why she chose him to protect her and also because he would keep his promise and kill her, taking her place if she made the wrong decision. "Apology accepted, Aurora." she said as she smiled, their kingdoms, Death an Sorrow, go hand and hand with each other, if one did not exist then neither would the other, death seemed to feed on sorrow and sorrow feed on death, they needed each other and that was something they both understood better then anyone. "Welcome Dementia, you have come just in time." she said with a smile as she nodded, walking down the steps to the head of the table as she looked around at everyone that was there, noting that there seemed to still be some missing but then again they could be in a fight at the moment. "Welcome also Amedaius. Since most of us are here and i assume the others are in a battle. I shall hear each side from every person. Please, refrain from speaking out of turn." she said to them as she turned her gaze onto each person letting them know she meant her words, she smiled once more before she moved back to sit on her throne, trying to not show the fact that she was ready to pass out to the group.

Glancing between the queen of death as well as the queen of seasons for what seemed like a few minutes. Yukito had been quite nervous that a fight was going to break out if Ameika hadn't spoken up to tell everyone to stop being so violent with their actions. In the end when Wing's eyes had landed onto him, all he could do in return was look back with a slight bit of concern that Wing was getting impatient with being in the same room as Aurora. Simply remaining silent to try and stay out of the conflict going on in the room, the young king of memory lowered his head only for a second before hearing the large double doors that everyone had come through to get into the meeting room had opened. Keeping his head down, Yukito turned his head over to notice as how the queen of vengeance had just reached into the building to join everyone. If he had remembered correctly the woman's name was Dementia and she was indeed one of the people no man or woman would want to get on her bad side. Either way, Yukito raised up a single arm into the air toward her while he strained a smile onto his face to show her as well as anyone else that would look at him that he was actually happy. Even if it was actually simply to hide the fact that he was worried beyond his wildest dreams. "Hello there Miss Dementia. How are you?" he had spoken up making sure his voice hadn't been too loud.

Watching to see as how one of Aurora's guardians had come into the room only to remain behind her queen. Yukito hadn't bothered to say a word knowing that the guardians of each of the different kingdoms didn't really like the other rulers. The last person the young king had landed his eyes upon was the king of destruction entering the room and making his way over toward the king of valor. Yukito hadn't really known much about the history between those two, but from how they seemed to had speaking with one another it sounded all too well that the two of them weren't exactly on good terms with each other. 'Please father...mother...give me strength.' The young king mentally prayed to himself before hearing the soft footsteps of the queen of sorrow making her way over toward the meeting table. There was no doubt the meeting of all the rulers was at hand and about to begin.

Slowly raising his head back up high to show that he was ready for the meeting to commence. Closing his eyes for a moment to take a deep mental breath before exhaling and opening his own eyes. Yukito turned his head over to look at Ameika as she spoke for everyone to speak their side of the war and not for everyone to jump in at once when it wasn't their turn. Noticing at first as how none of the houses spoke up, rather then standing up to speak like how his father used to do so to get everyone's attention. Yukito remained in his seat before turning his gaze away from Ameika and toward the center of the table. "Miss Ameika this war must come to an end soon..Both sides of this war, whether we may be dark or not have lost many men and women due to this fighting. What I and the other houses that follow along my side ask is that you join our cause in this war. It is true that the darker houses promise wealth and prosperity, but where will all that get this world? What will the wealth and status of the people get them if there is no order..no freedom? People will become greedy, their hunger for more will never end. Do the children of the future need something like that to grow up within? With our freedom and order, the children and the people of this world will be able to grow in happiness with one another. Everyone will become equal." Yukito had spoken before silencing himself, knowing all too well that the other houses would no doubt object his words with their own.

"I Object. "Amedaius said, looking at Yukito, trying to keep from glaring. "Is the Current state of Our House's really equal, Yukito? From what I'v learned in the last 14 year's, Society Really matter's of Hierarchy, and One's birth-right. Illegitemate Child are Denyed their own Right's, and are forced so far as to Abandon their own Family Name. "he said to him. he then looked at the Queen of Sorrow's. "Your House know's more then anyone what kind of suffering this bring's, and what Result's fallow : Genocide, Rebellion, war. "He said to her. "What everyone in the Court of Light Seem to over-look, is that I'm trying to prevent that, and this Conflict is Making it Annoyingly Difficult" he finished.

Wing stared at Amedaius as he spoke. Her eyes went to Yukito. His words where true and kind. She looked to the others as she pondered on what they thought about the two different views. It was true Amedaius had a reason to dislike them and even his own brother but it didn't make it right. She waited to see how the Queen of sorrows would react to the sudden out burst. This was to be expected from Amedaius. He had always been very out spoken witch she had learned was common for him and his family. She herself was trying to calm down and consult herself for her out burst with Aurora. She had acted out of turn not something she did normally.

Dementia bowed her head to those who greeted her. Her smile seem to have stayed on her face, no matter what happened she always smiled. The only time it went away is when she is surprised...which is normally a bad thing. Looking around, she saw Zaeli, she bowed her head to him and fell silent. A deep and low growl escaped her throat, she was listening to the other Kings and Queens talk. Dementia, honestly, was getting a headache and didn't want to be here in the first place. A heavy mental sigh escaped her dysfunctional brain. Dementia kept her smile on her face and chuckled at Amedaius's words. "I find this entertaining now that I know you are getting annoyed da, now I have a good reason to be here." Dementia said with a cracked giggle. "Why would they want freedom, people are already doing whatever they want, order is too boring, I will like a little fun here and there da. Killing in fun and the color red is more amusing." She said as her tail curled lightly behind her and her wings folded to her back. Dementia ironed out her dress with th back of her hand, a little annoyed by it and wanted to take it off, but kept it on for the sake that she was in the presence of royal...unfortunately.