In a World Known as Ettinemere, in a Time Before Recorderd History, There were House's, that Stood Tall Amongst the Village's and City's in the World. These house's Held No Alligence to Any, but their Own. Some Stood for Valor,for the Season's, For Pride, and for Memory's. However, There were Other, More Molevolant House's, that stood for Vengence, Sorrow, Death, and Destruction. For age's Pass, these House's Held a Uneasy Peace. However, that did not last.....



The King of the House of Destruction, Grew Jealous of The Brighter House's their East. He Sought to put to rest that His House, and the House's that Fallowed him, Reigned Supreme. He then Waged War on the other House's, Declaring that they Should be The One's left standing, to rule this world. Having been left little too No Option's, the House's of Valor, Season's, Pride, and Memory's forged a Alliance, and stood Steadfest against the House of Destruction, However, they were Backed by the House's of Vengence and Death, which held some of the Realm's Strongest, and most Merciless fighter's. The House of Sorrow, so far, has Remained Neautral in the Conflict, but that cannot last.

The House's have sent Envoy's and Courier's throughtout the Land's. The House's of the Dark Plain's Promise Wealth and Prosperity to those that Fallow, and The House's of the Bright Summer promise Freedom and Order. A line is being Drawn between these house's, and the Country-side is being drawn into it. Who Stand's with who, and Who can you Trust? it seem's that War, as Many say, Never change's.

Here are the rule's.

1. No Godmoding. I am the God in this roleplay. You want something done, bypass it by me.

2. Send me the Profile's to be Approved. For the House's of the Bright Summer, Put in the Subject 'Tuatha'. In the House's of the Dark plain's, put in the subject 'Deohn'. If your Nuetral, or of the House of Sorrow's, put 'Adessa'.

3. Post atleast 3 Sentence's. I Understand writer's block, I suffer it alot, but Let's have enough to keep the roleplay going.

4. Don't just post once and leave. I understand people have life's, so let us know, and we'll do our best to slow thing's down. If i'm not informed within a 2 day period, i will ping you. If you still don't responed, you will be kicked.

Here are the Skeleton's for the Great-house's, and the House of Sorrow's.

Name :
Age :
Race : (Ask me. As long as their Reasonable, Il accept them)
Weapon of Choice : (up too 3)
Ability's : (Passive ability's, like Teleporting, see threw vision, etc. Just don't have the same of many, it get's rather annoying.)
House : (The house's For Bright summer are : Memory, Valor, Pride, and Season's. The house's of the Dark plain's are Death, Destruction, and Vengence. The Neutral House is Sorrow)
Bio : (atleast a Paragraph.)
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For those Nuetral.

Name :
Age:
Race : (same as with the house's)
Weapon of Choice : (up too 2)
Ability's : (same as with the house's)
Bio :
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Here are the Main Role's. First come, First Serve

Valor. They Live in the Seashore's of Strunbao

King/Queen of the House : Arventino Rosewood / Andraus

Guardian's : (up too 2)

Knight's : (up too 4)

Squire's : (3)

Healer's : (2)

Sorrow. They live in the Harsh, Dangerous, and Unforgiving Forest of Gualmarch

King/Queen of the House : Ameika Yama-Okami / Killa

Guardian's : Netro Seawondti / Triquetra (One more spot left)

Knight's : (up too 4)

Squire's : (3)

Healer's : (2)

Season's. They live in the Bright Sunny Forest's of Star-shade

King/Queen of the House : Wing / Lady Chello

Guardian's : (up too 2)

Knight's : (up too 4)

Squire's : (3)

Healer's : (2)

Memory. They live in the Sunderd, Rocky Moutain's of Fulgunthar.

King/Queen of the House : Yukito Daishi / happydeath

Guardian's : (up too 2)

Knight's : (up too 4)

Squire's : (3)

Healer's : (2)

Pride. The Vicious, and Strengthing Desert's of Toarsul

King/Queen of the House :

Guardian's : (up too 2)

Knight's : (up too 4)

Squire's : (3)

Healer's : (2)

Destruction. The Desolate plain's of Eshaara

King/Queen of the House : Amedaius Willow-wood / Andraus

Guardian's : Zaeli The Wyrm-Flayer / Hidden Cupcake (One spot remain's)

Knight's : (up too 4)

Squire's : (3)

Healer's : (2)

Vengence. The Frozen Tundra of Winter's Craddle

King/Queen of the House :

Guardian's : (up too 2)

Knight's : (up too 4)

Squire's : (3)

Healer's : (2)

Death. The Dark Underground Cave's of Allestar.

King/Queen of the House : Aurora Mason / Triquetra

Guardian's : Rae / Lady Chello

Knight's : (up too 4)

Squire's : (3)

Healer's : Keltin Se'Vril / HiddeCupcake (one spot remaining here)
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Name : Arventino Rosewood
Age : 24
Race : Fire Elf
Weapon of Choice : A Longsword, Enchanted with Smoldering Flame's, and A Sighted-Crossbow.
Ability's : A Natural Resistence to Fire, and Can speak to Animal's.
House : King of Valor.
Bio : Arventino Rosewood is a Fire elf, and Perhap's the Youngest king of House. He got the Posistion When he Defeated the Former king in Fair combat, just before the War Began. He has trouble Leading his Fellow house Member's, for they think of him as a Child, but He is a Bright and Benevolent Leader. Like his Kin, He has Grown a Natural Resistence to Fire, and Is Quite Friendly with all form's of animal's, sometime's feeding them with his own hand. He cared for them, as if they were family.
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(without)

Name: Ameika Yama-Okami
Age: 19
Race: Walfang
Weapon of Choice: twin daggers
Ability's: Can naturally turn into a wolf, naturally has super human strength, senses and agility, naturally can see in the dark, Can unnaturally heal herself and others
House: Sorrow
Bio: Ameika it youngest Queen ever to take the throne from her predecessor before her, it may have been for the pure fact that the Queen before her had passed a way from an illness that they were unable to identify. Then the war came after she had gained her position, instead of choosing a side, she selected to stay out of it, after all she saw it as a pointless squabble between two houses all because one wanted to be on top. Though because she can heal her self and others, the two sides of the war come to her often, trying to get her to join them, considering she would make an excellent ally and would help aid in a winner.
pic: In wolf Form:

In human form: except she has blue eyes.

Her Armor:

Name: Yukito Daishi
Age: 20
Race: Wind Dragon
Weapon of Choice: Claws, twin katana which he uses his own wind to sharpen, and poison tipped throwing needles.
Ability's: Shifting into his dragon form, inhuman agility as well as inhuman strength.
House: King Of Memory
Bio: Yukito was born and raised into the royal family of the house of memory. From a young age, his father had originally reined over the house of memory with an iron fist along with his mother. Although they may had been quite strict, they have also been known to be one of the nicest of all of the other houses. Yukito has always been the shy type, he didn't have many friends due to him not really speaking with anyone much. Even with his father's death after his father had helped fight against the darker houses to keep them under control, Yukito had all the more reason to stay even more less talkative. However, as his mother helped him through all of his inner emotional pain. He soon took his father's place as the new king, even with his mother's help he couldn't help himself but to still be quite shy. The one thing that had helped him change just so happen to be the day of his own mother's death as well. She had defended the house from the house of Death. To save her people and her only son, Yukito had learned that he must stand up and be stronger to be able to rule over the house of memory for his parents. Although to this day, there are still some points he is not able to speak much due to his inner emotions taking over once more.
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~Without his armor~

~With armor~

~Dragon~

Name : Netro Seawondti
Age : 21
Race : Gargoyle
Weapon of Choice : Claymore and two long daggers
Ability's : able to change into stone.
House : Guardian of Sorrow
Bio : Netro is a sworn guardian to Queen Ameika Yama-Okami. His family has served in the position for decades. That was until his grandfather decided to poison the King of years ago. It caused his family to plunder in honer. Netro's grandfather had been paid off by the house of Destruction. The king survived, and saw his murder was put down. He banished the rest of his family. Netro being a mere three year old child at the time, was allowed to remain with his two brothers. They were raised by the knights. Often remained of their family's fate. They became high class slaves almost. Fed and clothed, but worked from dawn till dusk. His younger brother actually passed away after being worked so hard. It took the previous Queen to put a stop to their work. Netro at the time though was old enough to begin training. Which he so did. Rising to become a knight, and recently a guardian to the fair queen. He rarely leaves her side. Not needing the sleep many others require. He simply turns to stone for a few hours. Watching quietly.
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Name: Aurora Mason
Age: 18
Race: Strigoii
Weapon of Choice : Rapier
Ability's: invisibility, and the propensity to drain the vitality of victims via blood loss. Strigoi are also known as immortal vampires. Meaning She will live forever unless her body is burned. Necromancy Also. Can raise the dead, but also can cause and cure most sicknesses.
House: Queen of Death
Bio: The Day Aurora was born, was also her death. Being born into the royal family of Strigoi's she was killed within minutes of her birth. Buried within a family tome to grow slowly over time. It is a tradition in the family, and anyone born in there is no escape from death. Seven years later, Aurora woke up. On her seventh birthday she rose and walked for the first time. She was welcomed into the family with open arms. Given her first meal of blood and allowed to grow and learn even more. Being a child in this stage. Aurora began her training in Necromancy. Learning from her family gave her the wisdom of hundreds of years. It is fairly rare for a new member to enter the family since the any member can live for hundreds of years before they are put down. Under the guidance of her father, she mastered the dark art seven years later. At the age of fourteen. Taking up a place in the house that was reserved for the heir to the throne. As her father named her.

Eight months after her seventeenth birthday, her father had left to attack the Memory house. He did not return, leaving the throne to Aurora. She is not the youngest to have taken the throne. Threw their childhood sleep, A Strigoii's parents feed information onto them. Aurora's feeding was hundreds of years of warfare and history.
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Armor:

Kilia: happydeath: Hidden Cupcake: Triquetra: Alright Everyone! We got 5 people in this roleplay, it should be Enough for now. how about we start? I know many of you are eager for this. Those that still want to join, will be abled to Join later on. Cupcake and Triquetra will post their profile's soon.)

Arventino was in Gualmarch, Jumping threw the Tree's, to Reach The House of Sorrow's. Sense this was land that Niether of the house's controlled, He Travelled Normally with Ease. However, Today, The House of Vengence Sought it Nessecary to Send a Few Mercenary's Against him. He was Speeding threw the tree's, hoping to avoid conflict with them. He only had a Leather Armor Set on, and his sword, so he was Not Prepared for a Heavy Fight.

Pulling out a Whistle from around his neck, he gave it a Loud Shrill. Bird's started Swarming the Mercenary's, Scratching and plucking at them. One of them fell into What looked like a Man-eating Venus fly-trap. The Rest just got Disoriented. Using this to his Advantage, He sped behind, til he lost them. With a Grin of Victory, he continued his way to the house.

Name : Keltin Se'Vril
Age : 23
Race : Halassain Lefi (A subterranean race of elves who've lived in various underground cave systems for generations.) Lefi are considered more 'feral' than their surface cousins, possessing blunt claws, larger eayes and ears, and serrated teeth.
Weapon of Choice : A halberd made from the strong metals found far below ground and tempered to be even sharper than most other blades (this weapon is considered a last resort for defense); uses his claws and his body for short ranged combat, using a form of martial arts that his kind developed for meditation.
Ability's : A cultural knowledge of the healing properties of herbs (primarily with fungi and lichen); a natural, biological form of telekinesis that allows easier communication with animals and helps soften language barriers (it can even be used a defense mechanism by releasing a 'psychic scream' that can leave a man incapacitated for varying lengths of time, but this is highly taxing and can usually leave a Lefi more vulnerable than before they 'screamed' due to the amount of energy the act calls for); an unnatural ability as a prophet, seeing a short ways into the future with varying degrees of accuracy. He mostly sees images of death and despair, even having witnessed and felt his own death at times due to this 'gift' he highly considers a curse.
House : Healer of House Death
Bio : Keltin was the son of an apothecary living on the outskirts of the House's lands, up closer to the surface than most of his kind like to travel. As a result, he's far more resistant to the harmful effects that sunlight can have on his people's sensitive skin and eyes. At the tender age of sixteen, he was drafted into the House's military as a medic and was often sent to the front lines of most conflicts. It was around this time, as he was growing older, that he began to experience visions of the failure and defeat of his squadron. Writing this off as simple stress dreams, he ignored it. Until the defeat occurred just as he saw, even down to the last detail. This has left him with a horrible sense of guilt and responsibility, deciding from that point on to at least tell someone of these dark visions after they happen in hopes that the horrible outcome he sees could be prevented in some way.
Description : (bear with me please, I don't have a picture) Keltin is as pale as the rest of his species, his skin a light gray and almost translucent when exposed to sunlight. His eyes are a light and silvery color, large and round. His hair is just as silver as his eyes, stringy and long, held in a loose ponytail at the back of his neck. His ears are long, flexible and able to move in an attempt to hear what even his skilled and sensitive eyes cannot see in the dark caves. His skin is marked with lines of varying colors, traditional marking exposing his military and social rank to anyone who knows how to read it. The most prominent colors on his skin is blue, with red and yellow interjected into the flowing mess of lines. He wears a light yellow robe, the left half of which is open, revealing the left half of his chest and the marking that run along it. The upper half of the cloth robe is held up only on the right side, where it drapes over his and hugs his shoulder. The robe is held firmly at his waste by a by a red slash decorated in blue markings. The light yellow of his robe is also interjected by marking, but these are green and jagged, an almost stark contrast to the smooth flow of his skin tattoos. On his wrists are a pair of heavy looking silver bracelets, a cultural symbol of those who did not join the military of their own will. These bracelets are a call back to when the House of Death was first starting and his kind were enslaved to those who eventually came out on top. Despite the slavery of the House being long since demolished, the old scars left on the Lefi culture and faith were not, and could not, be easily forgotten.

Ameika stood on the stone balcony over looking her land, sighing heavily as she saw a slight moment far off in the distance of her trees, knowing it was a giant fly trap that had moved. Her kingdom was a bunch of trees and other dangerous things, that was why her people lived in the trees, the largest and biggest one of them all was her home, her palace.

Her blue eyes Sighed as she turned with a flurry of her simple white dress, tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear as a few maids laid out her clothes and fixed her hair and make-up. Today was another day, kings/queens from the other kingdoms were coming to convince her to join their side once more, which also meant that she had to head to the Meeting room and await for them.

She was grateful for her choice in staying out of the war so far, her kingdom may be in the middle but it also meant that this was a safe haven for friends that were on opposite sides, even for lovers that were on opposite sides of the war. She may not be a battle harden maiden but she knew her choices and her options, she just prays that her kingdom agrees with the choice that she had made and will make.

A couple of hours later she was done being dressed, after all she had been put into layers upon layers of clothes, the Traditional Chinese dress was something that she had to wear while in the kingdom. She gently placed her simple crown on her head before she gracefully left her bed chambers. "Netro, you may come out now." she said towards a statue that was standing across from her bedroom door as it was often at, though only she knew that it was Netro, for she liked to keep the fact that her could turn into stone a secret form others considering it contributed to her safety.

Netro Seawondti

Netro stood in the hallway across from Ameika's room. His arms were rested on the hilt of his Claymore while his composure was that of a warrior. He appeared to be the type of statue the royal family would spend a lot of time and money on. A work of art about an ancestor. He watched all morning as maids entered the young Queen's room. Few stopped to stare at him. Often waving their hand in front of his face to see if he was awake. In truth he often lied about that small detail. Netro never needed sleep, but he often told people he slept in stone. The maid would become bored and wonder away quickly. Going about her duty. Each time the door opened, he caught a glimpse of the fair maiden he swore his life to. It was a small treat after standing around for close to ten hours.

He was lucky she had chosen him though. Out of all the possible knights to become her personal guardian. Many were angered by her choice. The captain of the guard for a long time posted more knights around to keep a watch on him. The Captain being the closest thing to a father and enemy the gargoyle had. Minutes later, he heard the sweet voice. As the hallway became silent, he began to move. Slowly at first as the olive color his skin normally held came back. Along with the many scars his body showed. Netro shook his head, allowing his long brunette hair to loosen up. He even needed to blink a few times. Getting the soreness out of his eyes from watching all night. It was well worth it though.

Raising the sword up, he strapped it to his back. His armor was simple. nothing on top, and black armor on the bottom. Being part of the house of sorrow, it was customary to show what cause one sorrow. Allowing others to understand in an open manner. This included the deep scars that lined his torso and probably he rest of his body. Ameika had left the door open for him to enter. Which he moved forward to do so. Closing the door behind him.

"Good morning mi lady." he said to her in a low muscular voice. She was beautiful, that was obvious. But today many from the other kingdoms would be coming to her. Meaning he would be pushing a lot of people away from her. When Netro was around, and this kingdom neutral, no opposing kingdom was to be within ten feet of her. Unless she otherwise stated. It was a rule he made up. One that worked well. Especially when the the king and Queens became too close. He rubbed the back of his neck. Working out the stiffness he still felt.

Keltin eyed the passing woods with an almost eerie calm, ears twitching as his eyes examined everything within the deep shade. They had been travelling for days, moving by horseback, carriage, and foot. He had given the horse that had been assigned to him to one of his squadron that had managed to get his leg sliced by a rather unruly vine a few miles back. He had bandaged the wound and dressed it as best he could with what little he had remaining. So now here he was, walking on foot through a forest where everything wanted to kill him. He absently wondered if anything would, if he would see it before the end.

The healer sighed, pushing his eyes to the front, eyeing the very quiet procession of soldiers. He didn't even know why they had been ordered to come along. Their queen was more than capable of fending for herself and her immortal body required no need for his services. He supposed his presence was merely coincidental. This was his squadron and this was the squadron's new assignment. And their assignment was to escort Her Majesty Aurora Mason to the palace of the Queen of the House of Sorrow for a meeting in what would ultimately be a futile attempt to convince her to join their cause.

His ears twitched at a distant, shrill screech, head darting to the side as his ears twitched in a fervent attempt to identify the source. Whatever it was it was far off. Far enough that those in the squadron without his sensitive hearing seemed oblivious to it's presence. He did not blame them. If it wasn't for their silence, he would have missed it himself. He eyed the forest once more before turning and making to catch up with the horse he had lent, his leather wrapped feet padding the ground lightly as he made to stand behind his injured comrade, turning to check the wound's progress as they made their way to the large tree that was surely their destination.

"Good Morning, Netro. I trust that all is well?" Ameika said to him as she smiled, even after all the years the had known each other, she still blushed when it was just him and her with in her room. She smoothed out her dress, having gotten used to the fact that it was hard to breath while wearing it. She looked up at him again, her eyes tracing his scars, knowing fully well that he had been through a lot, after all a lot of them had been from him saving her. Remembering how he had saved her from a Vagathon just made her sad, she kept her hands clasped in front of her as she resisted wanting to trace it.

"They will be coming again today. Though i don't know what to do.....if i join either side there will be many casualties. People will lose their loves, friends and family in this war. Sometimes I wish I were not Queen." she said to him, sadness in her voice as she looked out over her balcony and over the tree tops, watching the twisted and demented forest, and the even more twisted and demented forest creatures that roamed the woods her people called home.

That was her sorrow, the crown upon her head and the burden that she alone carried, she needed no scars to mar her body, she needed no sadness in her eyes to show her sorrow, no, all she needed was the crown upon her brow to show them all the sorrow that she carried with her at all times. "Well, It is time to head to the meeting room." she said to him as she smiled, smoothing her dress once more as she moved towards him, looking up at him before she nodded to him.

With each quiet yet soft step taken forward, the young king of the house of memory had been venturing through the forest that would soon lead him toward the house of sorrow. Apparently the day for the kings and queens of each of the houses to come and visit the house of sorrow was at hand to see if they could convince the queen to join their side. Only once has Yukito actually attended this meeting before. However, the first time the young male had visited this house was during the time his father and mother had still been alive. During that time, Yukito was no more then a little child but he could still remember each of the events of that day when he had came with his parents to the meeting. It had seemed no matter what was said on either side, the queen of sorrow had refused to join either one of them. At that young age, Yukito hadn't really understood much about anything of the war. So hearing about how the queen had refused to join either side was a big confusing thing to the young king. However, to this day now, he has slowly began to understand that being neutral at first to remain away from all the bloodshed was actually a good strategy to keep the people of their house safe. Whatever the case was although, his task was clear to him. He had to attend this meeting or else the kings and queens of the other houses would have to suffer for his own mistake.

Throughout the whole time the young king had continued his stroll to the house, Yukito had been alone the entire time. He had known well enough that venturing alone into neutral territory was indeed a dangerous move. Especially into the area that had belonged to the house of sorrow. Their forest was indeed one not to be underestimated, if anyone were to let their guard down for even a moment. The next thing they would find would be that they were either being digested by some type of large beast if not being attacked by killer plants. Even when the young king had decided to leave his own home, many of the guards and even the people of the town had done their best to try and convince their king to bring an escort. Yukito had denied each one of their pleas for their king's safety for he had known well enough that he was able to take care of himself. The people had guards of the house of memory had also known that their king was truly powerful and would be able to fend off for his own, however the outfit he had worn to go to the meeting had gave off the bad feeling that he would be in even more danger. It was thin, no chainmail underneath, no shield, nothing but his kimono and his own katana by his side.

Finally Arriving, after Tree-hopping for almost an Hour, Arventino Finally Arrived at the House of Sorrow's. He kept his weapon to his back, and bowed Respectfully to the Guard's in front of him. He then started marching forward. He did not intend to blind the Queen with Wisdom, and woe's, but mearly planned to tell her the truth. What good are lie's, if they won't help in the long run? He preffered to tell the truth, and keep thing's simple, for lying would only cause more grief, and the House of Sorrow's did not need anything else on it's shoulder's.

Queen Aurora Mason

Aurora Mason was no idiot. She would never traverse the Forest of Gualmarch without the aid of at least her guardians. At least that was the original idea. The knights had their own ideas though. Not that Aurora could blame them. Although her original plan of two turned into eleven people. Twelve including herself. The guard whom had gotten his leg caught was that very reason why. More people in this forest made the trip that much trickier. Not that she wasn't grateful. She was. The Queen was just simply more logical when it came to these sort of things. Still, the knight whom had gotten his leg caught would live. Thanks to the healer Keltin.

Aurora rode on her white horse. It would only appear white since the horse was dead, and its spirit was now holding the queen up. The other horses were also spirits. Each had a fade of what its old pattern was. In fact, the group as a whole while progressing had a slight white mist building around it. She paused slightly, seeing a figure running past in the distance. The blue hair of the male was something she recognized as the King of house Valor. He kept moving, not seeming to notice them. Aurora looked back at the small group before moving again.

The Royal family of the death house all appeared similar when it came to their looks. They all had the blood red hair and crystal blue eyes. Aurora included. Her skin was a lovely milky white, and her height was slightly on the taller side. She was thin also, but not weak. Her magical ability was trained. She was able to raise an army of dead without much trouble. Her blood red hair was braided behind her in a large braid. Her clothing was simple. A black turtle neck that stopped just below her belt. Her pants were also black followed by a pair of high heeled boots. Over her top was an off white coat. The death house was known more for their practicality rather than their fashion. Somehow though, their fashion though simple was complimenting. It fitted her figure perfectly, showing a silhouette that would stop a mortal man for a brief second. Black roses were woven into her hair. Something of a beauty for the young Strigoii. It was their house flower, and the only place the flower grew.

"It would appear we are late." Aurora said to the group as a whole. Her voice was not upset or happy. More serene as she spoke. It came from someone with years of wisdom pushed into her young body. "Or maybe some are just crazy enough to travel alone." The house of Sorrow came into view just as they came over a hill. And a short while later they were at the gates. Aurora dismounted as her horse faded. Its spirit would remain, but no one would be able to see it. She turned to Keltin. Her blue eyes seemed to look threw into his very soul. And even hold something more in them.

"Would you please see that our knight is taken care of? Then feel free to join the rest of us inside." She asked the man kindly. Compared to her father, Aurora was far more reserved. In fact she had inherited the war. He had been the one to agree to the treaty. Not that Aurora would pull out. She had scene the history of what the other houses had done to hers in the past. It was more or less genocide most of the time. Although everyone was quick to forget that. She started to head into the castle. Stopping as a maid kindly took her jacket for her. Leaving Aurora in her simple clothing. She was lead into the throne room. It was sort of a meeting area for everyone.

Aurora had known Ameika for many years. Well, since Aurora was seventeen. Which for her was a long time. Since Aurora did not have the same childhood most others did. Aurora had only been in power for six months.

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"Yes, all is well. It was very quiet last night." He told her. He had noticed her breathing was labored. He assumed from the dress. The woman who dressed her were kind, yet old fashioned. They seemed to forget that she may need to move quickly and not be restricted by such garments. Still, if he were asked to adjust it she probably would be forced to run around naked. Since there was no way he would be able to put it all back together. He noticed her eyes running along a few of his scars. Some of the more recent ones. The beast he had fought injured him greatly, but thanks to Ameika healing him soon after, he had been able to return to his position sooner rather than later.

He listened to her, hearing the regret in her voice. Taking a few steps towards the young queen, he wrapped an arm around her waist. Pulling her into him. It was inappropriate, he knew. But it wasn't th first time he had made a move like this. It was secret of coarse. If they were married, her throne would be given to him, which was something he had no interest in. His chin rested against the back of her head, avoiding messing with her hair or crown. He let go,walking back into the middle of the room as he heard footsteps outside of the room. They continued on of coarse.

"Everyone in this house trusts your judgement. If you wish to remain neutral, we will stand by you. Or if you wish to join either side, we will stand by you. Both sides wish for your aid because they know the power this house has." He said to her as she continued to look outside. He waited those sweet moments until she turned, walking back up to him. He resisted the urge to place his hand on her face and kiss her. Or even lock the door to keep her from seeing the other houses. He just wished he could comfort her.

"I will be right there by your side if you need anything. And i'll be damned if any one of them gets too close to you." He said, following her out of the room.

Keltin looked to the front at the sound of his queen's calm voice, keeping his hand on the flank of the spectral beast she had summoned for their procession. Her voice was calm and collected, causing some of the tension and persistent sadness in his shoulder to melt away slightly. She had a calming voice, one that he was hesitant to admit he enjoyed listening to, if only for the fact it was a pleasant reprieve from the harsh orders he had received for the last seven years of his life.

As they stopped, he lifted his head as their queen dismounted and turned, those eyes falling on him. Staring through him. He bowed at her request, though the action was a tad shaky. "Y-yes. Of course, your Majesty," he said, voice ringing lightly in his own ears. It had an almost unnatural lilt to it, something that surface dwellers did not possess. To sensitive ears, the sound could be almost grating. As his queen turned and entered, he turned and helped his companion from the spectral steed, watching as the unnatural beast faded from sight.

He shuddered lightly, turning and moving slowly toward a shaded little alcove, supporting the man as he limped and hissed from the pain. Gently, he sat the man down on an outdoor bench, lifting the injured leg gently and slowly. He removed his weapon and pack from his back, placing the deadly weapon to the side absently as he rummaged through his back, pulling out the bandages and poultices he would need to clean the wound. Returning his attention to the knight, he carefully undid the bandages, inspecting the wound. He was pleased to see that the bleeding had stopped, a small smile gracing his lips. Only to vanish. The flesh was darkening and crusting over in a way that did not suggest scabbing. Cursing lightly, he lifted his head, turning to ask a nearby maid if she could bring some clean water. When that arrived, he set about his business; cleaning the wound thoroughly (much to the knight's chagrin), applying the fungal poultice, and then bandaging it up tight. As he finished, he helped the man to his feet. The maid was kind enough to take the man to a room for some rest. Thanking her, he handed off the knight, gathered his things, and made his way into the palace proper.

Continuing his travels toward the house of sorrow alone, Yukito had made sure both his hands were hidden within the large kimono that he had worn. Staying silent with his own face showing nothing else but complete seriousness, the young male king of the house of memory had known well enough at the pace he had been going there was a large chance that he would be late. However that was only going to be if he had kept walking at the pace he was. The true reason he had been taking his time around these dangerous parts of the forest that many of the other houses have known to be a death trap, was only because he had wished to know the area a bit more. Yukito had always been fascinated by different plants that he had never seen before, whether the plant was dangerous or not it was still something to find out about. Slowly the young king had stepped up to what looked like a strange blue flower that had some type of black energy leaking out from the tip of it's petals. Kneeling in front of the flower itself, he had placed a single hand onto each of the petals before brushing the back of his hand off of it. The flower had given off a sweet aroma that tickled the senses of the young king.

Whatever the case may had been, since the young king had known well enough that he would be able to reach the house of sorrows quite easily. He had reached into a pocket that was within his large kimono and had pulled out what looked like a booklet, flipping through the pages inside of the booklet he had passed multiple different drawings of different flowers as well as animals. By the time he had come across a blank page, Yukito had grabbed onto a small drawing pencil that was also within t he same pocket as the booklet. Slowly sketching out the entire flower, he had made sure to catch every essences of the flower into his booklet.

By the time he had finished, the young king of the house of memory had noticed how he had taken up truly too much time. It was about time to hurry himself to the meeting room, being too late was probably going to get him scolded at by everyone of the other houses. So without much of a moment later, Yukito had closed his eyes as he began to concentrate his dragonic strength into his legs. Within about a minute later, underneath the kimono and within his shoes his skin had become slightly more jagged due to the scales beginning to grow out from his own skin. Right the next second that had gone by, the young king had immediately vanished from sight on where he had been standing. Rather then teleportation which was an ability that the young king did not have, he had simply used his dragon strength to run quicker to the house of sorrow. He had easily evaded collision with any of the other trees or dangerous or not plants on his way toward the house.

After a matter of minutes passing by, Yukito had caught sight of the house. Immediately coming to a complete stop at the twin large double doors, there had seemed to be two guards standing outside. Blocking the young king's path for a moment, Yukito had raised his right arm up and had pulled the sleeve of his kimono down to show the emblem of the royal house of memory to prove that he was of someone who was here for the meeting. With a simple nod of approval, he had handed his sheathed katana over toward one of the guards before stepping inside. Letting his shoes step onto the soft fabric of the carpet, the young king had followed the beautifully painted portraits for him to be lead to the throne room where the meeting would soon be held.

"What if I have bad judgement?" she mumbled to her self, having relaxed in his hold as she leaned against him, finding comfort in his presence though he kept more of a distance from her since she had become Queen. Ameika smiled as she breathed shallowly, walking as fast as she could towards the throne room, watching as maids, guards and villagers moved about the castle to do their jobs. She heard an animal cry, the sound caused her to turn her head towards to the nearest window, she knew her kingdom well and she knew every plant and animal that was in it, so when she heard the call it was not surprising to feel the tree palace shake as the creature moved.

"Netro, I order you to kill me if i should ever chose the wrong side." she whispered to him softly, it was an order that she always gave him before going into a meeting with the other kingdoms, she watched as all the kings and queens filed though the gates of her kingdom, being lead up the hidden pathway to her palace. She nodded to her guards as she moved to sit on her throne, it was a simple wood throne that was beautifully carved. She looked around the simple room, at the table that was a few steps below her and the plain wood chairs that surrounded it.

"Aurora, it is good to see you again my dear friend." she said to the Death Queen, leaving off the title for the pure fact that they were all on the same level and very few people left the title off. She smiled as she motioned to one of the many chairs that was at the table before her, fully aware that Netro was near her. Soon a guard came up to her, informing her that one of her Aurora's guards had been injured while they had traveled.

"Oh dear." she said as a look of worry was on her face, she turned and looked at the Queen that was before her. "My guard has just informed me that one of your guards has been injured by a Trigona plant." she said to her before her eyes went towards Arventino, smiling as she motioned him to take one of the many seats, praying that they were going to get along as she heard them all out. "Arventino, it is good to see you again." she said to them as she smiled, her voice sounded light and a bit breathy considering she had to speak slowly and not move very much because of her dress.

Her hand smoothed out her dress as she glanced at the male near her shoulder, her light blue eyes looking over her neighbors, pushing her long brown hair back over her shoulder before clasping her hands once more. Her fingers stroking the hidden daggers that she kept on her at all time. It wasn't long before Yukito had joined the, she smiled at him and bowing her head slightly as she had done to them all, tracing a small scar on the plam of her hand as she looked them over. "Yukito, did you enjoy your trip here? I hope you all had as safe of a trip here as you could while in my kingdom." she said to them all as chuckled slightly, sitting straight up and perfectly still as she often does.

"Yes my Queen. As you wish." He said. He truly hated that simple order. It was mainly for her own reassurance he knew. Ameika was still learning each and every day. It was such a large responsibility, and he certainly did not envy her. They arrived to the throne room. As Ameika walked in, taking the seat on top her throne, Netro took his stance. He stood to the right of her. Slightly forward as to stop anyone to getting too close. Other royalty did not phase him. His only loyalty was to Queen Ameika after all. His face stones, not literally but expression wise. Watching all around him like a hawk waiting for the right prey.

He listened to the conversation as his eyes lingered on each of Kings and Queens. First there was Aurora. This woman was as beautiful as she was scary. Her entire family had some sort of secret. It was something no one outside of the royal family could ever figure out. But suddenly there was always a seven year old brought around. Never older, never younger. She of coarse was the first dark alliance member to arrive. He had to wonder if her loyalties truly lied with them, or if she had just inherited the treaty. She always seemed to stand her ground so well.

Next there was Arventino. Possibly the only king so far to show up in armor. No matter the state. Netro would be keeping an eye on the male. As far as Netro knew, he had been a king for several years now, and accepted the war himself. House Valor was known for fighting and bravery as they called it. A trait Netro choose not to like so much. It was similar to the house of destruction in his eyes.

Last but not least was King Yukito of house memory. This character was one whom interested Netro. He always seemed far too shy and kind to be a King. Or even fighting a war for that matter. He also noticed the weapon at his side. Something to watch for there. The tention in the room was already growing. Mainly at this point between house death and house memory. They had recently had a battle which caused the death of Yukito's mother and Aurora's father. What the battle was about though, neither would say. But it had been the first major battle since the war had started. Leaving both sides fairly wounded.

Netro stood beside his Queen. Not moving an inch from his position. He noticed Ameika's breathing, and hoped she would not pass out.

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"Ah, Ameika!" Aurora said to the woman. Knowing full well her guardian would allow her no where near to properly greet her friend. It was for her protection though, and Aurora understood that. "It is very good to be out in the sunlight. Your beautiful forest has just the right amount." She said. Of coarse the forest was so dense, it was actually close to dark within them. Not that you would catch Aurora out in bright sunlight. She could go out in it, she just preferred not to. The Queen of Sorrow brought up her knight who had been wounded.

"We were unable to properly help him on the rode, so instead we wrapped it and hurried here. One of my best healers is seeing to him now with better resources. I will need to properly thank your staff once this meeting comes to an end." The Strigoii said to the Queen. She took a seat at the table. Looking up as the King of Valor entered. Queen Ameika greeted him first. Aurora allowed the two to talk. Crossing her legs. They were enemies on the battle field. That was obvious. But in this room, to show respect, Aurora stood to properly greet Arventino.

"Arventino, good to see you." She said to the male. Bowing, half expecting him to to the same since she considered them equal. Of coarse many felt weird around death. "Have you had any bad storms on the sea this year?" She was making small talk of coarse. Not a minute later Yukito came in. Aurora eyed a second before turning her gaze back to Arventino. Waiting for him to answer.

"Yukito, Hello! did you see the paintings? They are quiet lovely here." She said, welcoming him into the conversation between the four of them. Maybe she was coming off as fake to the two men, but in truth she was trying. The battle between her and Yukito's house had only recently happened. That being about six months. Her father had passed, and Aurora did not greive. Death was something of a fact to Aurora. Something that just happened, and everyone had their time.

Arventino Watched the King's and Queen's Arriving. He kept thing's pleasent, and kept his Formality's up. He Handed A Small Trinket to Yukito, a Close Aquiantence of His. He knew Yukito Didn't like this war, but was glad to have him, and his house, as an Ally. "Here, friend. Fire-elf Forged Silver. Properties are a Sort of Sleeping aid. "he said, smiling. He liked to keep thing's friendly, even if it was only minor stuff.

He then Presented Aurora with a pair of Gold Ear-ring's. "Here you Go, Friend. Our Flag's Divide Us, but let us not forget the Tie's we have. "He said, kindly. He Personally wished this damned conflict to an End. He didn't like that So many friend's Were fighting, and Dying in this Damnable Conflict. It was Inhumane.

Finally he walked over to lady Ameika. He handed her a Simple woven Gold Scaled Necklace, with a Ameythest the Size of a Golf-ball. "Here, lady Ameika. As I said last time, I am not going to press you to take a Side. I say mearly look at the fact's, and Choose what you think is right. God-speed. "he said. He then looked over at her Guardian, and bowed.

Name : Wing
Age : 21
Race : Light Elf
Weapon of Choice : Spear and bow, are her known weapons. It is said that from each one she can summon air and use it to aid in her attacks. Her arrows for her bow are said to be pure hurricane force winds. Her spear is said to have the force of tornadoes when she strikes with it.
Ability's : Control Wind or air in any form. Master of white magic.
House : Queen of Season
Bio : Born the daughter of the renowned general and King. It was no surprise his children as soon as they where able to move, where trained to be deadly soldiers. Wing was the most unlikely candidate to become anything other than a trophy wife. Since the day of her birth she has had grace,elegance, and a regale presence that demand attention. Even as a child she could capture any creator's heart with her kindness and genital ways. Though to everyone's amazement, she has lived up to her families reputation of being deadly soldiers. As soon as a weapon is put in her hands she transforms into a fearless dominating warrior with skills that are deadly to say the least. She gained her thrown through the death of her family. Unlike most of the other house leaders she spends her time with her people helping them. She wasn't born a princess, she born a solider.
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With armor

Name : Rae
Age : Invalid
Race : Phoenix
Weapon of Choice : Her body, and Spear
Ability's : She is the embodiment of fire. She can summon fire at a thought. She can use her spear and shoot out a array of flames at her enemies. Do to the fact she is the embodiment of fire she is very weak against water. She can't be killed but she can be rendered useless if she comes in contact with a large amount of water.
House : Guardian of Death
Bio : No remorse for life is Rae's saving grace. A child born of pure fire and destruction has no home among the pure. Rae has never found a place to call home among the others above. She once had naive dreams of living in the world. But to her dismay she learned how deadly she was. She could not touch a single living thing without it turning to flames and soon after ash. She had tried to help the other houses once up on a time. But when she needed help to save her beloved mate none came but the queen of Death herself. Since that day Rae has alined herself with the house of Death. She guards the house and it's secrets form any. Don't get to close to her she's to hot to handle.
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Human form

Keltin hand handed his halberd to a guard when he had truly entered the palace, inwardly glad to have the entirely metal weapon off his back. It was heavy and a tad cumbersome, but he had skill with it and all medics needed to carry a weapon for their own protection. He stood absently in the main hall, staring down the hall that would lead to the throne room. He did not know if his services would even be needed there. He was a medic and apothecary, not a diplomat or Guardian. But...he had not seen that phoenix in a while. He did not know where she had gone, but all he knew was that she was not here now. Perhaps she was somewhere nearby, doing her duty and guarding their queen in her own way. For a beast of fire, he had only seen her distant and cold in their short time in such close proximity.

Sighing lightly, he began to silently make his way down the lavish hall. He finally stopped at the edge of Sorrow's throne room, watching the small gathering of leaders with wary eyes. There was a light pressure in the back of his head, but he ignored it, pushing it back with everything he could muster. He did not need to See at this time. He did not wish to. He did not wish to see what kind of horror may come of this meeting, what may happen within the next few hours or days. He did not wish to be that painted gray-skinned elf in the archway trembling and babbling visions of doom. He did not wish to embarrass his queen in any way. So he moved, shoulders tense as the pressure refused to leave, but did not grow. He took his position silently behind Queen Aurora, staying within the shadow of the far wall and keeping his head bowed and jaw tensed.

Wing woke early long before the sun had graced the branches of her beautiful home. She had took the time to make new battle plans and set aside time for help harvesting the fields. She spent her morning delegating with her people to ensure that they would all be safe and provided for. It wasn't a easy task by any means. She let out a sigh as she sat on her white marble throne. She happen to look out her windows as the sun as she realized how late in the day it was getting.

She heard the whispers and then the elders as they informed her of the time and what day it was. It wasn't like she was aloud to forget it but she didn't blame them for the constant reminder. It was because they cared for her she knew, that's why they reminded her of everything. She arched a brow as her maids came in to fetch her to be dressed. She simply looked down at her attire. She wore her pink dress with it's reveling shirt. Her shoulder pads and head dress. This was suitable for her people it would be suitable for others. There was a time to make a fuss and dress up but today wasn't it. Battle was at hand and she didn't really care to leave her people in such times. She wasn't going to the gathering of the royals to show herself off. She was going because it was her duty to her people and the others that wanted to keep their homes and freedom to go to the house of sorrow. She closed her eyes as she gave a simple nod of her disapproval of getting dressed.

She rose as she walked to the court yard the beautiful trees surrounding it. To her this was the most beautiful place in all the world. She closed her eyes as she leaped into the air. She flew high in the sky using the clouds as her cover as she flew. She wasn't crazy about going to the house of sorrow knowing there would be many enemies ready to strike her and the others down along the way any chance they got. It took most of the day for her to make the journey to the house of Sorrow. She landed with ease as she headed to where she saw some of the other kings/Queens waiting. Though her bow was on her back she still walked with grace and ease. She wasn't here to win the beauty contest all she wanted was to know where Sorrow's loyalty laid. If the Queen of Sorrow thought she could stay neutral she was mistaken.


It would not be the houses that reached out in friendship that would attack her house. It would be the house of Death that would. To many people dismissed the young Queen of Death she was a worthy adversary. A smile arose on her face as she thought of finally meeting the women who's men she had the pleasure of filling their blood in the rivers. She moved through the halls till she came to the Throne room. She along with the other Kings/Queens needed no introduction. She paused and took a place near the back of the room as she watched The king of Valor present his gifts to the queen of Death. She kept quite as she waited for the man to finish.

Rae had watched Aurora her queen leave. She didn't truest the mindless fools that Aurora had in her court to protect her sufficiently. She waited till the Queen had left along with the mindless fools before she leaped into the air. She quickly freed herself of her human body as she felt the power and freedom again as she rose high in the sky. She loved the power she felt in her body as she flew high above the land below. She had learned over the years to only trust yourself to do something right and it was something she lived by. She flew high in the sky using the sun to hide her from the others below. She followed Aurora through her whole journey as she wanted to engulf the house of Sorrow in flames. Why should her Queen have to bow to someone beneath her? The thought of encouraging her queen to so was repulsive. She transformed into her human form landing on some rocks not to far from the house of sorrows. She knew better than to journey any further than her rocks for now. She didn't care if people here suffered honestly but she did care what Aurora wanted and would wait before she attacked. She wasn't a stupid mindless fools as the others. If Aurora could get her claws in Sorrow it wouldn't belong before she could have the others.

Setting a single foot first into the beautifully marbled flooring of the throne room. The young male king of the house of memory had noticed that as soon as he had stepped into the room two of the other rulers of two different houses seemed to had already been present within the meeting. It seemed as though not all the kings and queens had arrived at the meeting yet, whatever the case was this had meant well enough that Yukito had not been late after-all. Even with his time taking travel from his own house and walking the whole ways to this other house of sorrow alone, he was apparently still quite early. Shrugging off the thought right after, the young king had done his best to make sure that he had remained concentrated on the fact at hand and trying to remember anything that should be said that would be like his father or mother would say.

Not long after Yukito had stepped into the throne room which seemed to had the queen of sorrow herself sitting upon her throne, her guardian as well as the king of valor, the queen of Death and her healer as well. Remaining still as he had taken his complete body within the throne room, the very first thing to have been spoken was the queen of sorrow herself greeting each of the rulers of the separate houses. When it had come to Yukito, his gaze was immediately directed straight over toward the queen. A warmth filled smile spread across his lips as he nodded to her question. "Hello Ms. Ameika, indeed..I did enjoy my trip here. I-it would seem that your plants are growing quite beautifully and healthy from what I have seen." His voice was calming but slightly unoticeably strained due to him having to force himself to speak without stuttering, even with the death of his family the shyness that had filled his heart had continued to bounce around at times. Honestly to Yukito, it was a large surprise to him that the queen of sorrows had actually remembered him, the last time he had met the queen was when he was nothing more then a little child with his mother and father. For whatever reason she had to remember the young male, he had easily pushed that to the side as he turned his gaze over toward the other two rulers within the room.

Without even having to actually pick between looking at either the king of valor or the queen of death first. Having the queen of death herself speaking up first to both the king of valor before speaking with Yukito, his attention was quickly taken over toward her. True, their two houses had recently had a battle with one another. There had been many loses on each side, many soldiers had died and some innocents had even lost their lives because of the fighting. However, the two most important people that seemed to had died were Yukito's parents and queen Aurora's father. Those two were great loses on each side, but with that pain it had made the child of each of those parents that much stronger to step up and take the throne. Even with what had truly happened between their two houses and even with them being enemies, Yukito was never really one to hate the house of death for it. This was all war, and people had to die even if he hated it. So having her speak up about the paintings, he had kept the sincere smile across his lips before nodding once more. "Indeed, those are truly gorgeous paintings. I wish myself to paint that well one day." Yukito had always been an artist since he was a child, which would explain the reason he had the booklet and pencil to draw with him at all times.

Next to speak up just so happen to be the king of valor coming up to him. Yukito seemed to had been gifted a piece of silver that was purely made from fire elves. Taking the gift into his hands, the young king of memory had shaken the hand of the king of valor before him. The two of their houses had been allies ever since the beginning of the war from what it had seemed like, the only true reason he had noticed that the two houses had been allies was because when Yukito was nothing more then a child. He had noticed how the king and queen of valor would sometimes come to the house of memory to speak with his mother and father. The two houses conversed with one another in such kind ways, laughing, jokes, war plans, and many other things. Receiving the gift from Arventino was quite kind of him. "Thank you my dearest friend Arentino. I wish I would have something to give you myself. Sadly, I do not." That much was true, he had not really expected any of the other houses to come with gifts for one another. So as Yukito had watched as how Arentino had handed out the gifts to both Aurora and Ameika, the last thing he had expected was to have seen another ruler come straight through the doorway. Which just so happened to occur.

Turning his head right over toward the direction of the entrance to the throne room. It had seemed to be no other then the queen of season herself--Wing-- It had seemed that she hadn't wished to speak to anyone but rather he had seen her immediately step over and take a seat. This ruler was truly one of the nicest but as well very dangerous of many of the houses. It was true, each and every one of the rulers of each house was powerful in their own way but it would seem that this queen was known to spend a lot of her time helping the people of her house. Raising a single arm up, Yukito had waved over toward her with his smile still remaining on his lips. "Hello Ms. Wing. How are you?" He had called out, to the young king this was a bit of a shocker that he had spoken up first in quite a while. His parents, before they died, had told Yukito already that he had to start speaking more if he were to take the throne one day. So at the moment, he was just trying to do what his parents had wanted for him.

Wing turned her head as she heard a familiar voice. A warm smile graced her lips as she got up. She walked to where Yukito was. She gave him a bow out of respect for the young man. Her voice was warm and friendly as she greeted him. "Hello dear Yukito. I am always glad to see you. I am sorry for my rude manner upon coming in. I honestly thought I was late. " She admitted to him. She had a certain place in her heart for the young man. He reminded her of her beloved brothers that she had lost. She softly placed her hand on his shoulder as she gave him a warm smile. "Cheer up dear Yukito I promise to always try to make you smile. Besides you look better with your smile than the serious tone that many seem to take now days." She said as her eyes cut back to the Queen of Death. She kept her mouth shut on what she really wanted to say about the woman as she softly gave Yukito a hug out of Impulse. She stepped back from him as she smiled. "Thank you for reminding me of our manners. Yukito I hope you know that no matter how it goes today you have my full allegiance. You have always been my favorite among us all. " She felt her body tense as her eye wondered to Aurora. All she wanted to know was where the woman's monsters where. And if it would be a civil day or would it be a day of war.

(if none want the Posistion as King/Queen of Destruction, il take it)

Arventino looked up, and Saw the Queen of Season's. He walked over, and presented her a Carved Sapphire, in shape of a Pyro Flower, which was common on the Shore's of Strunbao. He bowed his head to the queen. "Merry Met, and welcome, Queen of Season's. Good to see you again, honored friend. "he said.

When the Queen of Seasons entered the throne room, the pressure in the back of Keltin's skull increased, causing the medic to close his eyes and clench his fists. He lifted his head, opening his eyes and gazing at the gathered royals with cautious eyes, eyeing the gift the King of Valor had given Queen Aurora before his eyes settled on their newest companion. Queen Wing of the House of Seasons. She was an absolute monster on the battlefield. He had heard stories of her and her family's prowess in the bitter art of war, but he had personally never seen it.

Despite his misgivings, he watched her closely, eyeing her as she eyed his queen. And he moved, only slightly, spreading his feet lightly and opening his hands. His fingers tensed, but he made no movements other than that, steadily eyeing her. It was simply a small warning, a warning that if she even tried anything against his queen he would do anything in his power to see her safe. Or...at the very least distract the enemy monarch long enough for his Queen to escape. He knew he would never survive an encounter with any of the monarchs, let alone the Queen of Seasons. He was a medic, not a knight. Not a Guardian. But he would defend his Queen. It was his duty, his job description as a soldier; to defend and bring honor to the Crown and House.

(I was trying to think of a decent character, but I seem to be coming up with squat right now. So, if no one else will, go ahead. We could definitely use more Dark house monarchs, ja?)