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Arriyen gently released her arms and placed them at her sides as the boy hung on her neck. She bent a little from the weight and continued to look at Keid. "Like this then?" She said and a small smile graced her face from the children. She really couldn't resist the innocence of children. That and they where so cute!

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((quick post))

 

The leaves rustled from the whistling winds which cast the fallen leaves on its first flight of independence, only to die and wither a couple of days later. A short-lived life, indeed just like the dawn that has long since diminished from the sky. The whistles passed by Cassia's ears and played with her hair. About twenty feet above ground she hung on a tree close to The Forest Children's camp. Her life solely relied on the limb above her to support her weight. Out of many limbs to choose from, she has had years to perfect her climbing and acrobatic skills in the Forest. So the chance of this particular limb breaking was slim. Motionless, she hung, letting gravity do the rest, she scanned her surroundings.

 

Throughout her years of patrolling, she acquired the tendency to have an observant eye towards anything out of the ordinary, even on her own turf. While she was looking around she spotted a black blur weaving through the camp and directed its destination to herself.

 

She waited patiently as the shadow came to a stop in front of her announcing her sister's arrival and informing her that food waited back at the camp, while it slowly grew cold as the time lengthened. With well formed callouses on her hands, she pulled herself up on the limb and slowly descended down the tree. Halfway through she stopped at a rather high jumping distance, pushed off in a backflip, and successfully landed on the ground safely.

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((Sorry, I have been away. There were a few personal issues I had to take care of.))

 

Syria jogged over to her sister with a smile and a wave. Lyre and Sol, lacking Syria's restraint, darted over to Cassia chattering happily to the Guardian. Sol was bold as to attempt to climb up Cassia’s leg, while his sister nuzzled Cassia’s ankle. At Syria’s side, Maxim snorted at the twin ferrets as he bowed in greeting to Cassia. When the wolf straightened, his gaze shifted to Syria in askance. The youngest Guardian gave a gesture and the wolf bound off to fetch himself some food. After sending the wolf off, Syria simply signaled a greeting with a giggle.“Hello, sister. How is this fair morning for you?”

 

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Keid laughed as he watched Ophion hold onto Arriyen’s neck with a giggle. The twins being as they were quite strong enough to hang for too long, did their best to wrap their legs around their respective elder. Keid simply placed his arm under Ananke and bowed at the waste to Arriyen. “So, what say you, m’dear. Breakfast?”

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The short distance traveled had been a simple line to be cut through for Amrick. The Phoenix that landed on the tree overlooking a young woman, slide into the form of a man sitting on the branch. When it was clear to him that she had already finished, Amrick flicked a folded sheet of paper at her feet. On the paper the Mark of the Viridel was embossed in a bold black and red wax.

 

“If you ask me, little bird, you leave yourself too open. Cassia or Artemis of the Children will overtake you with a great deal of ease if she catches where it is. Actually, any of the Guardians could if they figured it out. You’re good, though. You could most likely deal with Syria or Alex. Get your gear, Maverick says I have to take you with me.” Amrick leaned back against the tree, allowing one leg to curl under the other on the branch. His head thudded lightly against the bark as he angled his head to look at the woman. “The full extent of your orders, if you listen, is to make sure I behave and don’t run to help the Children and to help me trail them. In case you didn’t feel like reading.”

 

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Arriyen shrugged, unsure if she should let the child hang onto her more or set him down. Though Arriyen was about to say she wasn't hungry her stomach gave her away and she sighed in defeat. "Yes, that would be nice." She said and mustered up a smile, a small one though. The phoenix brushed some of her long hair out of her face and let down the ponytail that she had going on earlier, letting it all fall down over the useless wings on her back.

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((I hope it's going to be. I unfortunately have been away for a while.))

 

A hand slid between Arriyen and Ophion, tugging the child away from the woman. Ophion let go with a giggle, grasping Keid's hand as the male lifted him to a shoulder. Once Ophion was settled, Keid turned toward where the food was being set out. His pace was mild as he took to leading the small group."So, Arriyen. I don't believe I or Syria had gotten to ask you how you are adjusting. To being in the Camp, I mean. It can be a bit hectic, I'm told."

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Kiia looked up. Although she tried to hide it, her annoyance was clearly visible on her face. She was tired, and the dream had made her unstable, but that was no excuse. She remembered how Orvin would always tell her that. As a shadow, you are supposed to see others. Letting others see you was the biggest mistake you could make.

"They still don't trust you to leave without a babysit eh?"

She tilted her head sideways as she thought about her new orders.

"Orvin already has an assignment for me..."

She sighed. She knew Maverick stood higher in the ranks then Orvin, but still, she didn't like taking orders from any other than him. But she understood that she couldn't refuse.

As she picked up her stuff she called out to her falcon, who had been hunting deeper in the forest.

"I'll get my stuff, what kind of mission?"

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"I imagine the Guardians are the only ones Maverick trusts less than I. As for Orvin, Syren is delivering orders to inform him of Maverick’s new plot.” Amrick’s reply was bland in its delivery as the male phoenix closed his eyes again. His connection to the jackal let him know that the jackal had found the male but was working out how to approach him. Rolling his eyes, Amrick gave the Syren a mental nudge. “Take the prince out of a kingdom he’s still a prince. Same goes for husbands, little bird. We’re to track a way into Medicia that the Children aren’t guarding. After we send the location to Maverick, we are to head off whomever Artemis is sending as an envoy to the Dragons in the north.”

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Some distance from Amrick and Kiia, Syren huffed at his Bonded. Amrick was as prickly as a cactus today. Syren shook his head while darting about, before skidding to a halt at the feet of the individual he had been sent to deliver a notice to. The jackal glared up at Orvin, presenting a bound scroll on his neck to the much taller male. While waiting for Orvin to take it. Syren received the simple orders from his bonded to lead Orvin to Kiia and Amrick. Why do we have to take babysitters, Bonded? It’s rather pointless and I don’t like him. Should have let me help the birdie. I like her.

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Arryien just shrugged. "It's alight, though a lot different than what I'm used to." She sped up her pace to keep up with him, as she was much shorter than Kied. "Anyway, it's nice just to be with other people to talk to."

((This would have been in sooner but my friend was reading over my shoulder in an obnoxious voice and I had to watch stuff in class.))

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The first rays of a new day's sunlight peek through an open roof flap of the fairly sized back section of the long tent that was used as the medical area; any and all sick or injured came to the open space in the very first section seeking aid. Those that were not serious were treated and sent back to their duties or their own tents to rest. However, those who were so bad that they required constant care stayed in bedrolls and cots set up in largest and middle section of tent. There were a few bedrolls curtained off for anyone assisting in the care of the patients, but the very back was reserved for those few who held substantial healing knowledge or magic to stay on medical duty almost full time. This is where Nenileth had her own personal bed. Hers was in the left compartment of the roomy, triply-divided back section.

Nenileth sleepily opened her eyes as she felt light warming her face in the morning chill and let out a large yawn. She wriggled around for a bit, stretching her muscles to urge some energy into them. The mountain of furs and hides piled upon her seemed to be alive as Nenileth shook off the heaviness of the previous night's sleep.

She felt a poke in her side and heard a low grumble as she accidentally rolled onto Tassin before quickly rolling back.

"Get up, Tas. It's morning," she said as she threw back the covers and crawled out of her bedroll.

A little longer. I had a long night, he projected as he snuggled deeper into the little fur nest he had trampled down in her bed.

"You had a long night because I had a long night of treating one of the new Children. Therefore, you have no excuse. Jakiri is already up and about. You should get up to," she replied, nudging the nest with her toe as she wrapped a blanket around her shoulders.

Jakiri is always up before dawn. Something about the early cat gets the worm or whatever that phrase is.

Nenileth shook her head and smiled. "Fine, you can sleep until it's time to go to breakfast. But no complaining when I come back from early morning duties to fetch you."

Yes, yes. Whatever you say... Tassin sleepily replied.

With that, Nenileth splashed some cold water from the small basin that was set up in her 'room' onto her face a few times then dried off. Picking up a small oak comb that had been carved for her by one of her former patients from the simple table next to the basin, she ran it through her long locks until they were untangled. Nenileth put down the comb and took up a dark blue ribbon and with a few deft maneuvers, had her hair tied up in the bun she preferred. Sure, the bun was simple, and her mother would have been adamant about her letting her beautiful mane flow free, but the bun kept it out of her face when she was doing her daily chores and combat practices. Nenileth then changed out of her linen nightgown and into a pair of brown trousers, white blouse, and fur boots.

As always, her first task of the day was to check on those patients that were staying in the medical tent. It didn't take long because there were only a few patients that were in serious condition and the main steps had already been taken to start them on the way to recovery. But she still needed to make sure that they didn't need anything or that something hadn't gone wrong in the night. They were all as comfortable as could be expected, and so she left them, satisfied that she didn't need to be there right this minute.

Now she could attend to other duties, such as making sure Silme was fed and watered and warm, and checking on the younger Children who had come down with a small cough or fever, but weren't sick enough to stay in the med tent. To go out in the chill air, she elected a thick, woolen robe instead of her usual blue vest to wear. Now fully dressed and prepared for the day, Nenileth went out the flap that served as a door in the back of the tent that led outside and blinked, allowing her deep violet eyes to adjust to the bright light that shone down through bare trees in the winter. A few moments later and she was heading to the separate, sheltered area that the larger bonded animals stayed in to check on Silme.

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The small hut in the middle of the forest seemed desolate. Nobody had removed the snow around it, and ivy had used the walls as an easy support for its way up, covering half of the hut in a dark green camouflage cloth. Yet there were several clues that someone was using this small hideout right now. The door opened in, so there were no traces from snow pushed aside, but a small heap of clear white snow had fallen from the roof, indicating that something had moved. And although it was silent around there, if you stayed still and listened for a while, you would hear a faint sound. Like someone wanted to groan in pain, but was quickly disrupted by someone else.

Though for most people these clues were too subtle to notice, the dark black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing didn't even need them. The smell of fear was all around. It excited the monster, and his red eyes turned into glowing cinders as he made himself ready to attack. The man dressed in a dark cloak, softly stroked the back of his bonded and forced it to calm down.

"Not yet..."

 

Slowly the man stood up. As the hellish wolf laid his head in his neck and let out a cry that instilled fear in whoever heard it, the man gave a quiet order to two men, who stepped away from the trees behind which they had been hiding. When the cry had slowly died down, they made their way through the snow. Not long after reaching the hut, the loud screams of the couple inside scared up flocks of birds, that flew away, not paying any attention to the jackal who was patiently waiting for the men to finish their business.

 

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Kiia nodded. "It will take me some time to gather my stuff. I will be at the castle gate in a hour"

She looked up as her bonded falcon landed on a tree branch above her head. "Change of plans? The bird didn't seem all too happy "Not my choice..." She replied grudgingly. The tone of her bonded didn't really help her raise her mood.

She turned her back to the man in front of her, and after transforming in mid air she took off towards the castle.

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A lazy hand bid Kiia farewell, even as Amrick himself settled into his bond with Syren. The little Jackal was entertaining himself with creating tail patterns. A flick up, a dart to the side, and circular motion kept the little tail in motion while Syren exercised any potential boredom. Amrick chuckled at Syren’s antics as the jackal lost his own game and pounced on the feather adornments attached to his tail. The feathers were an array of colors, each color a phoenix feather the jackal had been gifted with. You think she misses us, Bonded? Ah, never mind, I know she does. So, how long will we be gone on this trip, Bonded?

 

“We’ll be gone for as long as it takes, Syren.” Amrick gave Syren an eye roll and a huff of annoyance. The phoenix ignored the mention of the woman; not liking the direction his Bonded was head, but unable to bring himself to reprimand the jackal. A moment later, his lips twisted into a grin that betrayed his crueler nature to all that would have seen him. “After all, it would be such a shame to waste such plentiful opportunities for mischief and what better way to pay Artemis back for banishing me.”

 

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A red-eyed, black dragon hissed in agitation as its partner carried it toward where Syria had ordered. A golden hue glinted off of black scales as glowing green eyes rolled at the draconic obscenities. A scolding chitter resounded between the two dragons the one being carried pouted. When the medical tent finally came into few and the red-eyed dragon began to struggle until a sharp mental command sliced through the little dragon’s mind. Green eyes twinkled in triumph as the partners glided through the open flap. Honestly, Kiva. One would think you don’t want to have that wing mended. I am not going to carry you forever if it falls off.

 

You say that like you mean it, Seral, but I know better. Kiva’s smug response caused her companion to glare at her coolly before dropping her unceremoniously on a cushion near Nenileth. Kiva snarled in anger as the broken wing was further agitated by Seral retaliation. Said dragon, however, ignored the gesture and settled near a ink bottle and parchment. The tip of a gold tinted black tail dipped into the bottle, emerging with a solid black coloring. Seral brought the tip of the tail and began the work of following Syria’s silent instruction to penning out a request for the Child. When the dragon finished its shaky work, the words were far from Syria’s neat and swirling script. As far removed from his Bonder’s precise writing, Seral was pleased when Syria commented it would be suitable for the situation and was wobbly legible.

 

Bonded is too nice to you, Kiva. The small dragon beamed in pride before passing over the short note. While he waited for Nenileth to take said note, Seal recited the script to his partner. Dear Nenileth, If it’s not too much trouble, my dear, please see to tending Kiva. I fear my darling made a mess of her wing and I am unable to fix the damage myself. If you need any assistance or are unable to heal Kiva, simply call for one of my scouts and any of my scouts will assist as you need.

In your debt, Guardian Syria

 

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“Well, soon you’ll have ample time to talk with a number of Children. Syria has set the anointing ceremony for a few Childrenthat stand on tradition. Well, provided she can get her siblings to agree to holding it today.” Keid, himself was not fond of the Anointing due his history with it. He clutched the twins closer to himself as a tense look crossed his features. Ananke stopped in her excited chatter with Ophian as both children touched Keid on a cheek. Startled by the twins, Keid looked at them with a crooked smile. “Yeah, I know.”

 

Keid gave a wave to Argoth as he noticed the other male. As a thought struck Keid, the human turned his head to look at Arriyen. “Have you decided on a Guardian to give you your Mark? Or are you going to leave it to chance?”

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The big hut were the children slept was almost empty when Veraly woke up. As the sunbeams softly caressed her cheek she wanted to turn around and sleep some more. Then it suddenly hit her. Today was the day she had been looking out for! As she quickly stood up she felt her rear legs tangle and she stumbled forwards. Ugh she hated this so much! Why couldnt she be an elf? For someone like her, 6 limbs was too much to handle it seemed...

No need for those kind of thoughts though, she had to hurry! As she grabbed her stuff and raced outside the only thought that kept racing through her head was: Today is the day! Today is the day I will finally be able to join the Warrior ranks!

 

Nima looked out of the window at the small figure that flew towards the castle. As it landed on the bailey she stood up to greet it. "Hii~!" She let her voice ring when she greeted her best friend. "I heard the news! Probably earlier then you." She quickened her pace to keep up with the fast striding shadow phoenix. "You're going on a trip with that hottie eh?"

 

((sorry for the short post))

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Kiia looked at the girl that tried to keep up with her. She remembered how she used to ignore her in the hopes she would go away. Years ago it seemed. Right now she tolerated her presence, and strangely enough she started to feel warmly towards the lively girl, sometimes even considering her a friend. That would make her my only friend she thought wryly. It was her own decision to keep others at some distance, and it was only through Nima's perseverance that she had given up doing so with the girl as well, but she had to admit that sometimes, though not often, she felt strangely lonely...

"You call everything that moves a hottie, so yeah, in that context. I'm going on a trip with 'that hottie'..." It didnt even surprise her anymore that Nima knew of these things. She seemed to consider it her job to know everything that happened around here. "I'm outta here!" her bonded told her "You should really quit that unhealthy habit of the Ground-bound to bury themselves in big heaps of stone! Kiia sighed. She doubted she could ever convince the proud bird there were good sides to wingless beings too. "Thats okay, I'll call you when we leave."

 

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Orvin reached down to retrieve the note. Seeing the seal his face lightened up, till his lips curled up into an almost childlike grin. Upon opening it however, his mood swiftly dropped. "I understand, Mavericks orders are more important then mine. I will arrange someone else to take her job." He smirked sarcastically, it hurt him that after so many years of loyal service he hadn't been assigned to lead a big expedition like this. It was all that rats fault. Why on earth did Maverick trust that guy. How could someone like that, who had proven himself to be not to be trusted gain so much trust and rank in such a short time. He hated that man to the bone. And now his dear pupil would go with him as well...

As a sudden thought hit the man he slowly started to grin again. Maybe this situation wasn't so bad after all... It all depended on her though. But he knew she could be trusted. He'd better get prepared now.

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Arriyen nodded, listening to what he was saying. Though a slight look of confusion crossed her face when the twins touched his face. It made her wonder if they had telepathy. She looked at her feet a little embarrassed. "Ah... I was thinking Syria."

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((I forgot to mention that I'm glad you like Amrick. He's actually a very old character of mine.

It was pointed out to me that no one, really has to much information on Maverick or Artemis. With this in mind I'm posting a loose profile of the brothers.I'll put one copy here and one on the profile post.))

 

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Nenileth had just arrived at the pen that was Silme's with a basket of oats and a couple of apples when Tassin called to her.

Seral and Kiva are here to see you.

She could tell he was grumpy at having been awoken minutes after she said he could sleep in just by the resonance of his thoughts.

Alright. I'm almost done with Silme. Just a few minutes, she replied.

All she got back from him that time was an exasperated rumble in her mind. Shaking her head, she poured the rest of the oats into Silme's trough, checked to make sure the heavy quilt used to keep the mare warm was secured to stay on Silme's back, and patted her on the neck while feeding her an apple. "Syria's dragons need me, Sil. And somebody's got to toss Tassin out of his nest before he sleeps the day away. Did you rest well?" Nenileth spoke.

As well as can be expected in this cold, I suppose, my little Nennie. Go get that bum out of bed and do your work. No sense in letting him laze about right now when he's usually hitching a ride on your shoulders. I don't mind when you ride because I was born for that. You weren't. Silme nuzzled Nenileth's hand.

Nenileth laughed at that. "I'll be back this afternoon. Maybe we'll have time for a ride through the forest." With that, Nenileth turned and walked out of the pen, hung the empty bucket on a peg on the wall and made her way back to the med-tent.

A few minutes of walking and she was back in her little room and looking at the black and gold dragons that were bonded to Syria. She tossed her cloak onto a small stool and took the note from Seral. "Thank you! Well then. What have we got?" she said as she picked up the awkwardly scribbled note. "An injured wing, is it? Alright."

Walking past her bed where Tassin was still buried in fur, she nudged the bump that was him. "Get up. I know you're awake now. We've got work to do," she said, making her way to the cushion Kiva was nestled on.

Tassin snorted, but wriggled out from under his cover and shook like a dog seeking to dry itself off.

"Let me see, little one," Nenileth said as she knelt next to Kiva. She gently ran her fingers over the injured limb and almost immediately found the problem. "It looks as if you have a small break in your upper wing bone. No worries. It doesn't feel too serious. Should only take a couple of weeks to mend completely, once I start it on it's way," she told Kiva even though she knew that Kiva couldn't really talk back directly to her. "Tassin, I need boiling water, bandages, Comfrey leaves and Witch Hazel," she said over her shoulder.

The small green immediately set to work, stirring up the embers in an old fire just outside the tent's back entrance, and setting a small kettle of ice and snow on top of the newly rekindled flames. When that was done, he scurried over to a supply tent that was set up right next to the med-tent intended for their use exclusively. Sounds of his rummaging through a few sacks could be heard as he searched for what was requested.

While Tassin was getting the things she needed, Nenileth went ahead and ran her hands over the rest of the small dragon just to make sure that nothing else was hurt. Finding nothing else, she placed both hands on the area of the break and closed her eyes. A pale blue light could be seen emanating from the area under her palms as a sweat broke out on her forehead. Nenileth used her magic and willed the bones to come together, fitting them back in place, and urged the healing process to start, ordering the bone to begin repairing itself, but at an accelerated rate. Nenileth could feel the magic taking effect and the dragon's injury responding positively to her power, but she could only take it so far. About 10 minutes of concentration on the break went by until the light faded and Nenileth removed her hands, breathing heavily all the while.

She sat back and grabbed a linen cloth that was nearby and wiped her forehead. By then, Tassin had returned with the herbs and cloth wrapped by his tail and the small kettle of hot water. He walked over to a small table where several small bowls and a mortar and pestle sat, and placed his items next to those already present.

"Thank you Tassin." Nenileth said as she got up and went to the table. She quickly poured out a small handful of both herbs into the mortar and set about grinding them up. When they were mashed, she poured a little hot water into the mixture and ground some more. After she came to a pastey consistency, she poured some of the water onto a clean, linen cloth and spread the paste onto the same damp cloth. Then she returned to Kiva and placed the poultice on the now-healing break and wrapped bandages around the wing to keep it and the cloth in place.

"This will help speed up the healing of the bone and also to dissipate the pain. You shouldn't try to move this wing at all for a few days. Syria will need to change the poultice three times a day, morning noon and before bed. I'll send a small bag of the herbs with you, Seral. If Kiva needs something stronger for the pain, just let me know."

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(([Artemis and Maverick

Name:Maverick

Gender: male

Age: 35

Race: elf

History: Maverick is the leader of the Viridel armies and the Children’s primary opposition. Initially, the prince joined the Viridel abiding his predecessor with a grudging respect and reluctant loyalty. A very short length of time passed before the princeling ended his predecessor’s life and took command of the Viridel. It was a night to be remembered for the Viridel, as the prince and a solitary male entered the council room and only Maverick and his compatriot left the room alive. Aside from his bloody rise to power in enemy territory, Maverick is known for his kidnapping of four of his younger siblings. It was an action that no one beyond he and his siblings themselves can understand.

Maverick has led the Viridel for the last seventeen years with the occasional rally against him. Each revolt is met with a considerable amount of glee from the prince. Unsurprising of the Viridel leader, Maverick is a strict leader, as demanding as he is cruel. Due to his natural inclination to cruelty, only few Viridel can claim to have his favor and of those only one can claim to hold the prince in his debt.

Appearance: Artemis and Maverick are the leaders of the Forest Children and the Viridel respectively. Outside of a very heated opposition the oldest brothers of the royal children share many traits the most notable of which is the physical appearance. These matching elven features of the brothers’ stop at only three dominating traits as each of the brothers has gone out of their way to widen any differences they have. The first of which is the similar frames that grant both sturdy shoulders and the long bodied build needed for the grace that a warrior is bidden to develop through ardent training. Second is the only feature no child of the royal family may escape: the golden eyes that mark any and all children of the royal family. The third of their obvious similarities is the height that both males reach. Both Maverick and Artemis reach a suitable 6’0” in stature.

Maverick the elder of the brothers despite his human appearance and fairer features is by far the darker of the two. His fair visage is a heavily deceiving contrast to his dark attire. His blonde hair has been stained near the ends a crude red color. The eldest Prince of Medicia often wears a lascivious and knowing smirk adorning his mouth in tandem to maliciously laughing golden eyes. The red and black of his clothing is unanimous in all that he wears unless the evil prince deigns to wear his armor.

Weapon: Maverick has a tendency to utilize whatever is on hand, but given a choice the Viridel will lean toward a broadsword. Beyond his sword, Maverick takes great pleasure in hand-to-hand combat.

Abilities: Maverick’s primary ability is the usage of the element Water. Commonly, he can be seen utilizing his ability on the field of battle in conjunction with his more powerful Secondary ability of Poison. His least powerful ability is the low-level empathy.

Bonded: Maverick has no Bonded to speak of.

 

 

 

Name:Artemis

Gender: Male

Age: 31

Race: Elf

History: Artemis is the eldest of the Guardians and the leader of the Forest Children. Unlike his elder brother, Artemis had no opposition to his place as leader. What he did have, was a mind not his own informing him of his responsibility to the Forest and its demand of his acceptance. With a heavy mind the 11 year-old prince stepped up to his role and began the training necessary to perform his duties. In this same note, Artemis had the difficult task of convincing his siblings to remain and lead the Children with him as the Forest demanded. In the time since they first arrived to the Camp, Artemis has taken well to his roles as both a leader and a Guardian.

Despite being a leader capable of battle (being a trained warrior himself) has been forbidden to enter the battlefield by his siblings. Alex was direct with his part, citing that the elder brother saw to the running of the Children and how the Camp would fall to pieces with out. Cassia had been pulled aside by Artemis in his attempt to sway her to stop the ban. To note, none of the Children are aware as to if he was successful or not in his plan. The most ardent supporter of the ban was Syria, who firmly planted her feet on the issue and would not be swayed. Of course this ban would have had little standing, had Syria not thrown her weight as Camp Mother into the mix, convincing the Children and Warriors of the need to keep their leader safe. Suffice to say, that as capable as Artemis is on the battlefield, he has not seen one in some years.

Appearance: Artemis in a darker contrast to his brother claims coloring akin to Syria. His sole goal outside of caring for his triplet siblings is the protection of the kingdom of Medicia. Another contrast between siblings would be the day-to-day expressions. Where Maverick is sinister in nature, Artemis is often withdrawn and lacking in expression. The only ones privileged to see beyond the mask of indifference are his Guardian siblings and their Bonded. Artemis tends toward white and green robes whilst his armor is white silver and gold.

Weapon: Artemis is capable is using both the long sword he carries and the shield that comes with it. He does not favor this combination, however. Instead, he prefers his to go without the shield, relying solely on his long sword.

Abilities: Artemis is gifted with Healing as his Primary ability that helps make him a good leader sensitive to his people. His more talented Secondary ability is the Conjuration, allowing him light illusions and short end summons. With his Psychic ability being his weakest, Artemis convinced the Forest to restrict the ability until it was no more than a connection to his younger siblings. His gift, being honed like it was, allows him to communicate with his siblings no matter where they are. The limit being that they must all be in the bounds of the Forest. This does mean the Psychic ability is deaf to anyone else.

Bonded: Artemis has no Bonded as of yet.))

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((I fixed them, I think. I'll have a real post on first thing I do tomorrow. It'll be around 9 tomorrow that I put it up. ))

 

 

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((Sorry, for being late, but I didn't expect to have to deal with HART until next Monday.T.T Invetory sucks monkeys. Anyway, This is what I managed.))

 

Kiva held still under Nenileth’s hands even as her muttering gave her partner reason to laugh. Seral delighted in the whole of the situation. In his delight he Syria the byplay, until the Guardian sent him back to the ink and paper to keep him out of Nenileth’s way. While Seral listened intently to Nenileth, ignoring the paper, a shadow sprite danced in next to Kiva, the dragon winced in annoyance. The sprite flitted about taking time to rap the red-eyed dragon on the head. The sprite also brought a halt to any reply Seral might have had with animated chatter. “Lady says to thank the Nenileth in large amounts. Says her Kiva was play where Lady said not to and got hurt. Also, says that you should not the breaking of fast.”

Seral, whom was far from interested in the ink and paper, pounced on the sprite in a playful exuberance. The sprite, rather than play, vanished in a swirl of shadow causing Seral to give a squawk of surprise as he tumbled over the edge of the workspace. It was sheepish green eyes that peered over a table at Nenileth with an apologetic chirp. In fear of a scolding, Seral carefully crawled onto the surface at a sedate pace. Once settled, the gold and black hued dragon gave Nenileth a guilty look.

 

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“She’ll be happy. Despite being the Camp Mother, she doesn’t get to many Warriors.” Keid replied with a sidelong glance at Arriyen. A moment’s consideration and Keid’s grin turned mischievous. “Don’t tell her I told you, but she’s alright with it. She says that even if none of the Children choose her for a Guardian, none of you escape her care, so she can still look after everyone. “

 

Ananke peered up at Arriyen with an expression to match Keid’s in nature. Reaching out a hand to her twin, Ananke grasped the hand that rested on the back of Keid’s neck. Both twins were silent as they looked at Arriyen as though taking her in and deducing her nature. The moment of curious silence from Keid was broken by the laughter that bubbled out of Ananke’s and Ophian’s mouths. “Me and ‘Phian, think she’d be good for Mommy and Keid. ‘Phian agreed with me.”

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Nenileth listened quietly to the message from Syria being relayed to her by a sprite. As Seral jumped at it, the tiny thing disappeared, and the bags of herbs, bowls, and mortar and pestle scattered onto the floor. Tassin managed to save the kettle of water from spilling all over her rugs, but some of the contents of the herb bags now dusted the floor. As he looked back at her and crawled back up on the table looking guilty, Nenileth just raised an eyebrow at the gold. Then she stooped down and scooped up the bags of Comfrey and Witch Hazel.

"Well, I suppose I'll just send these with you then Seral, seeing as you've now measured out enough to keep Kiva comfortable," she said as she shook her head. Then she sighed and gave Seral a small pet on the head to let him know it was alright. She just couldn't stay mad at any animal, let alone small dragons. Tassin, even being an adult, still managed to get into troubles he should've stayed away from.

"Alright, Seral. Off you two go. I've got to clean this place up before I leave for breakfast." And with that, Nenileth proceeded to pick up the bowls while Tassin hooked the kettle onto a small tripod at one end of her room for later use and set about helping his Bonded.

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Nima gave Kiia a hurt look. "How mean of you to say that! Even I have standards! You know I don't like Centaurs, and I'm not exactly drooling over Orvin either!" As she said that last thing she quickly looked at her friends and checked her emotions. After all Kiia was Orvin's pupil, and getting her mad wasnt exactly on her to-do list. As she got sign clear she went on. "Oh did you hear about Celine? I heard she's now with that guy from the scouts, whatshecalled? How dare she! Thats her 3rd boyfriend in a week! Just because she can do some tricks she thinks shes quite something..." She grumbled. Anyone trying to beat her records was just asking for problems, maybe she should do something about that girl soon. Not that she was afraid of losing her position as most desirable girl around here, after all, nobody could seriously be thinking about comparing themselves with her, but its better to avoid problems then wait till they form... As she realized her friend wasn't paying attention to her, she fastened her pace and tucked at her sleeve. "Hey did you know? I heard Maverick is thinking of sending me along with you guys after you finished your first mission!" She smiled as she brought the news. "We're going on a trip together!"

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“If it’s alright with you, my dear, I’ll take them off your hands now.” Syria’s dulcet tones drifted from where the Guardian stood at the entrance, after having slipped away from her sister. Her smile was teasing as she looked at Seral. Kiva snickered at the fact her partner had been caught goofing off by their Bonded. “My apologies if Seral or Kiva caused any trouble. They have entirely too much energy, but I suppose I didn’t help matters by sending them on an errand I knew would help them with mischief.”

 

Kiva brought it on herself, Bonded. I told her not to agitate the bees nest. Seral snorted in irritation at the reminder of his partner’s foibles. He nosed Syria’s cheek as he settled on one of her shoulders. Syria however gave her irate dragon a chuckle and smiled at Nenileth.

 

“I love them, but sometimes, I think the darlings want to make me sad.” Syria commented idly as walked over to Kiva and lifted the small dragon from her resting place. The Guardian touched noses with the small dragon, giving her a sadden smile. When Syria set Kiva back with the intention of helping Nenileth, her expression smoother back into an amused grin, “They get into a lot of mischief. Now, how has your morning been?”

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