IC: A Fathers' Woes

[Prayvyn Talusthrone]

[align=justify:86e7d2c2f6]Sitting on the obsidian mount Prayvyn had now called his throne. Long had it lost its appeal not to mention amusement for it seemed these dark days his sons had flown from the nest and taken up their own hobbies? If they could be called that, he no longer knew what to determine their pursuits as other than ludicrous and a waste of time. Draegan with his crazy notions of obtaining the unobtainable even at the cost of his own life. Talus had long evaded his attentions, traveling the world in a quest for knowledge in a life of celibacy. Draven was just a sad confused boy with his sexual preferences of animals over that of feminine curves. Median, was just Median the Unchangeable, set in his traditions and not willing to change with the change that comes with every lifetime and lastly, but not least, Raven. That boy was the worry of his heart, what with his assortment of jewelry and collection of clitoris’s, but whatever turned him on. Prayvyn no longer cared as long as they kept their perversion out of his face.

The lack of entertainment was melodramatic. Languid. So he sat, absentmindedly resting his chin in the palm of his hand with the other swirled the dark scarlet wine within goblet. There was no passion or lust for war these days. Prayvyn was beginning to think what was the point of it all? Sighing to himself while grey eyes drifted without interest over the barren surroundings of his estate. Of course it was rich with every opulence known to demons, beautiful enough women to sate the cravings of the flesh. But they were nothing in comparison to her. Her that men had waged and fought wars over, who died with her name on their tongues. His infatuation wasn’t as obsessive as Draegan’s, not every waking and slumbering moment was focused on her, but then he was far older in comparison not to mention far more wiser. This one had carved at least two of his sons deaths and a nice attempt on Draegan’s rendering him inactive for quite a nice length of time. Still his son had not learned.

That was youth he supposed, eager and keen to be granted that unique nectar. Prayvyn didn’t know if his son was caught in the chains of love or the rapture of lust. In all truth he hoped for the latter, lust once had been tasted the attraction was no longer there. You moved onto new conquests. Whereas love can torment you through every painstaking eternity not that he knew personally, he had no need of love and each of his sons had different mothers. Women come and go, sons can never be replaced. Not in his eyes. The only love his heart possessed and was capable was that of his sons. Everything else was there for his enjoyment and disposal, women were no exception. [/align:86e7d2c2f6]

[Draegan TalusThrone]

[align=justify:f006f8b104]Things had not gone as well as expected, in fact it all went fucking pear shaped in a big hurry thanks to his brothers and now he looked like the biggest ass this side of assholeville.  There was no purpose in taking it to heart though, attempts would be made again and again until finally he’d succeed it just seemed everything went against him. At odds with it all. Median told him not to take it to heart, Raven said find a new goose to pluck and the spirits, well, when they had gotten over their amusement at his expense said nothing at fucking all. Typical. It was a minor setback, next time he would have to plan more carefully, making sure every possible outlet was blocked from her crafty insights of escape. At least this time he remained relatively attached, no limbs severed or other parts conveniently missing.

It had been a close call, if only he had gotten to her in time before the aid of the meddling nosey elf. “Damn those interfering bitches!” slamming his fist into the hardness of stone, enjoying the way knuckles crunched at the force of his anxiety and frustration. He had to pull it together before his brothers returned, he couldn’t permit them to see that this female had actually gotten to him, bruised his ego. Why had they even returned to this blasted land? If only he had paid attention and ignored the torment to his senses. She should have remained dead to him, dead and buried even if metaphorically speaking. “Thanks a fuck lot cunts!” he uttered in reference to his brothers “I hope you fuckers hear me, sons of fucking witches.' words trailing off into undecipherable curses as another fist hit the wall.

What was the fucking deal with all the Elf witches interfering in their business, were they fresh out of lesbians that they had to pick the sweetest of lemons from his tree? “Fucking lesbo’s. I hope their clits fall the fuck off!” Boots slamming against the cold marble while his body remained to the shadows, right now he had enough of humiliation to last him a lifetime and didn’t care to have the slaves snicker as he passed. Pushing past one of the servants as they slammed into the wall, before they could even bounce off his sword was drawn and in one foul swoop their upper section was dislodged from the lower. Not often did he lose his temper, however on this rare occasion the raw energy was enough to burn out a hundred suns.

Entering his fathers throne room, not even expecting him to be there before looking up. Blade wiped on the soft side of his velvet cape bearing the crest of his family clan. Eyes glancing down to see it smear on his attire like a crimson sachet before piercing directly into his fathers eyes with the same equaled cold stare. “Not a word father, or I swear…” he knew his father would have more than a few words to say, but for once Draegan hoped he would silence his tongue.[/align:f006f8b104]

[Median TalusThrone]

Median lurked in the shadows, listening intently to his brother and father exchanging words some pleasant and some certainly not. Talusthrone had always been a volitile family at best and these days it seemed worse due to the wars and famine raging across the lands from the incoming darkness produced by some abysmal dealings. It wasn't that he was a holy or unholy man, more chaotically neutral than anything else with a bit of a psychotic complex thrown in for added spice and amusement. Usually Draegan was the golden boy and it entertained Median to no end watching and hearing the defiance for the first time in what seemed an eternity.

Snickering lightly to himself, masking his presence so that he could squeeze every possible means of amusement from this delightful scene playing out before his eyes. Neither his father or brother would be able to detect him because they were too busy engaged in this hot dispute to bother with who or what was lurking in the shadows. Leaning back against the stone wall, unable to savour the cold effect bleeding into his skin because his armour smothered away every possible sense than involved touch. It sheltered him from petty mortal delights such as cold, hot or the flesh of a woman. For long he had given up those woes and dedicated himself to warfare, that was his love.

Crimson eyes closing, disappearing behind the mantle of silver and iron. His body becomming weightless in sensation while his mind drifted off throughout the place of his birth, simply listening to all about him and hoping that if they were going to throw heated words at each other why not place a fist or sword into the moment and make it something worth remembering, or shut the fuck up and swallow the pride. Either option appealed to Median just so long as they got down to the point and stopped acting like feeble women.

[Prayvyn Talusthrone]

"or you swear what, Draegan?" steel grey eyes lifting up to set sights upon his son. The tone displayed reallly did no favor to the already brooding mood of this old warlord. A tone that had no justice in this situation presenting itself, maybe it was best to remain tongue in cheek about his sons disrespect? Then again none of the Talusthrones ever kept their tongue in cheek to remain coy in disposition. Words were simply words unless you were ready to back it up with an iron fist. His son, much to this old mans' dismay was a hot-headed young man, unable to still his tongue from wagging. A tongue that someday would lead to his end. Prayvyn yawned after those stern words were spoken. He had no need to involve himself with emotions that lead to the passions or loins, there were whores for such things no Talusthrone ever showed a woman affections. Not like the affections and lusts his son was showing for a woman. You take, you have and then you dispose of it, did all his lessons to manhood fall on deaf ears?

Gauntlet hands gripping the sides of his throne, lifting himself from the place were relaxation was to be denied. Height elevating far greater than Draegan. Long white bangs flowing in the air influenced by his strides towards his son. Arriving and placing a hand on his shoulder and giving him a look of vague concern. "Whatever you emotion is son, you best dispose of it. If you want a wench, we have wenches but do yourself a favour and not look for nothing else. Women are the downbringers of great men. We fuck, we breed and then we slit their throats. What we do not do is dwell over beings that were made to serve us." An old ideal perhaps but one that has long been their tradition and it was not about to change anytime soon. Perhaps this Atra had caught the heart of his son with her foul witchery but it was more than obvious he had not caught or tricked hers by his failing attempts. Surely that was enough to see nothing would evolve from this and if he couldn't take it, or have the nerve to even try, then it was best forgotten.

He had remembered what it was like to try and woo a proper female of Darkbane, the Eternal Goddess Pandora herself had once caught his eye, Lorna of Darkbane had once caught his eye and he did get to taste her goods before Spectre decided to take that rotten apple for himself. Atra'Lamia was another who didn't fall for his brutality and dominant ways of force. If you couldn't get, the chase was always fun for sport. Prayvyn never bothered with the so called rest of Darkbane's finery, it was more the spoils of sewrage that were left to sample, Kalicity Saflicia Darkbane was one who spead her legs nicely to show them all how well it had been used. Three of his sons sampled and suckled off that rotten peach, they never bothered for a second bite. A well trodden path, the sloppy seconds of every other wild dog who had it didn't appeal to this warlord very much. But Pandora was a female to behold. He still hadn't forgotten her, it wasn't to be a mistake of love for this emotion ran far deeper than that of material affairs. This emotion was nothing but pure hatreds for a war and buisness unfinished.

Hand removing from the shoulder of his son, lifting to pat him against the cheek while stepping past him to move on from the journey he now must make. Turning to look at the shadows lurking in the corners to the location of Median shaking his head in disappointment. "If you wish to hide yourself, take a bath. I can smell you from here". Chuckling to himself, his sons always amused him and today he knew this was going to the entertainment of all entertainments.

[Median TalusThrone]

Median snorted to himself. Love? Emotions? Feelings? What the fuck was his family turning into? What was a formidable family of shadow weavers and mages were now turning into a bunch of touchy feely girls? Again he snorted, the sound disgusted enough to be heard throughout the hall of his fathers throne. He couldn’t deny that Atra was a exceptionally beautiful woman to admire, but no man could love her. She was as venomous as they came, especially to those who were loyal and especially crueler to those who weren’t. Median did admire her resourcefulness, manipulation and the way she could twist any will to that of hers. A high class specimen though a woman to exalt from an extremely vast distance. Attention perked to the other names mentioned, especially that of Kalicity. Black lips twisting into a sly leer. That was a beast only suited to bed in the barn with other common farm animals like pigs. He had been one who violated her body in ways only a beast should be, anal to mouth. No way was he going to place his kingmaker into a harlot of her lowliness and caliber. Kalicity to them was like a pig on a spit, he took her from behind while Raven forced his shaft into her quivering mouth. She moaned like a whore, enjoyed it like a whore.

As for the rest of that shoddy clan, Median held nothing but contempt for the Darkbane name. There was nothing proud to admit that he had been through half of the Darkbane women because every man and his dog had been through them, really it was no competition. He remembered a time when he had casually visited a tavern and there outside the warlord was banging one of them against the tree, so Median just had to have a crack at that bitch himself, and got the pox for the effort. Blissful Demise he recalled the name to be, nothing blissful in that sexual diseased infested snatch. Grumbling to himself and swallowing hard didn’t take away the vomit gagging sensation forcing its way up into his throat. He had to clear it away with a loud choking sound just to do the trick, hence giving himself away though he already knew they knew he was there. Pointless really. Huge bulky form stepping from the shadows, hand brushing them away like he would cobwebs or after something dirty had touched him in ways he would rather forget.

Shaking the creeps from his mind, clearing his throat in a more assertive manner before attempting to speak, the same smart ass comments that usually came out in these situations following suit ”Why don’t you both just kiss and make up? You can fight about it over a cake of soap in the bathhouse later!?!” Snickering to himself, then shaking his head. Moving to take a seat, chin resting on the nock of his knuckles in contemplative thought ”So what’s doing? Or are we just going to procrastinate here?” Bore-dom was beginning to set in, he either needed some fighting action or wenches to molest, one or the other would do nicely if not both, at the same time.

[Raven TalusThrone]

The saddest part of Raven's little collection of clitori was that none of his brothers or evn his father had noticed the little secret which surrounded these tiny globules of flesh. Chuckling softly to himself in the shadowy bowels of their home, the spot which he had claimed for his own he searched through his odd little collection for two particularly intriguing gobbets.

Why was he so fascinated in such twisted trophies of dead conquests, ahhh there indeed was the added perversion. As the woman died, as he went to wrench the clitoris free from his victims he would draw and essence from their raw souls agonies and trap it within the tortured flesh. The flesh itself would be a cage for the screaming spirit awaiting its release from torture. There was one extra nasty side to Raven's little game, apart from his seeming fetish of necrophilia, he knew how to torture dead flesh. A pin inserted, hot iron pressed against the gobbet, or simply sit and crush the item between his teeth.

Any demon could feel this if they were in close proximity, and the two items he searched for had nearly captured the full essence of the souls, they were strong proud warrior women. Dangerous in life, in death delectable and with the potent undercurrents of anger from Draegan's last attempt at capturing his own fetish, and his fathers would give the option for a delicious moment. He was going to pop the clitori through the shadows to a point under his father and brothers feet so that any motion would crush the gobbets, not only releasing the souls, but also the last magnificent aunguish as the souls reached ultimate extinguishment.

Finding the two objects of his mischief's desire, giving them both a tweak and shuddering in pleasure as their pain stroked through his body like wildfire, knowing how much more intense this would be when the gobbets were crushed to oblivion under the feet of brother and father. A chuckle, a pause then grasping a shadowed tendril, engulfing the two objects, then a twist of minds desire and the objects would vanish, to reappear under their feet. The slightest motion would lead to the clitori's destruction and the full release of not only ultimate pain, but also the souls. If nothing else, would be one hell of a rush for both his relatives, kind of like a perverted gift, even though it was likely both would want to rip his gonads free and use them as earrings afterwards.

Now he would wait, hidden in the dark depths, shadow providing his eyes with sight, darkness providing his ears with every sound in the room where his fatehr and Draegan spoke...

[Prayvyn Talusthrone]

[align=justify:2174f152d0]Prayvyn chortled, the tactics of his sons never failed to amuse him. Median's strength, Draegan's diplomacy and Raven's insanity and fetishes of the female genitila. He did not know where they got their hangup's from but it had to be from the mothers side, he did not carry imperfections of character. In his lifetime he had been a great warlord and a great king, but with the lands shadowed in darkness not much light had managed to sneak through the thick domes of the evil that has plagued the mortal world for thousands of years. His father had spoken of the legends, his fathers father and spoken of them and it went on and on from there.

Personally he didn't know Atra'Lamia, and was not sure if he even wanted to if the stories were true. Then again he had always loved a fiesty woman full of fire, they broke sweeter than honey. He enjoyed that part, and he never had a doubt that his sons enjoyed the same from the way they spoke in regards to Darkbane women and any woman in general. His hand came up to silence them before it turned out into a full brawl, maybe that was that they all needed to hoist their spirits, a good old fashioned brawl, get rid of the angst so they could focus on bigger and better things. Prayvyn mused at this idea, grey eyes darting from son to son before he moved to the shoulder of Draegan and patting him hard on the back.

"Boy, you were always my favorite." A sly smile, a wink to his eye in the direction of Raven. He knew if a fight was going to break out and favorities to be played, Raven was the one to start it. It was here when another guard busted through the throne rom doors, thumping hand against chest and bowing low before addressing the king.

"Report!" Prayvyn said sternly.
"Sir, we have news that Pandora has awoken and that there is sone activity in the old temple"
"So, it is true. The old witch never was killed. Interesting"
"Yes sir! What would you have us do? Seige?"
"No, leave it for now but take a scout party and watch who comes and goes. Any activity I want reported."
"Yes King Talusthrone"

With that the soldier swiftly left to tend to his duties. Prayvyn looked again over his sons as the smile broadened "Seems like we are going to get to play after all. Let's see how must gusto the old Goddess has in her that is left?" The news of Pandora amused him greatly, a hand rubbing over his chin remembering back to the days when she was quite happy to see him indeed.[/align:2174f152d0]

[Draegan TalusThrone]

[align=justify:6210537982]There was no end to Raven's madness, Draegan could not deny that fact, not even if he wanted to. He was still bothered about the whole ordeal with Atra'Lamia, when he just about had her in his grasp. She was a conquest, none of his brothers have been through her unlike every other Darkbane woman, for once he would like to sample something before they befouled it. He wasn't into their sloppy seconds. Disappointed beyond belief, there was no point going on about it, he would just have to make himself a tighter plan and try again until he had what he wanted. It wasn't too much to ask for was it, a bit of peace to bask in his defeat with Median being an asshole about it?

It seemed that his father also took delight in his failures, it seemed to him that he was anything but his father's favorite and he was just fucking with him like they all did. He just wasn't in the mood for this bullshit, there meddling stupidass comments, stupid retarded faces and anything else they wanted to throw at him. He would speak to the dark mages about this matter, there had to be some advantage he could use against one as skilled as Atra, some influence that was her weakness. There had to be something. Plagued with restlessness, Draegan swiped his fathers hand from his shoulder and shot Raven a rude glance.

"Shut your flaps brother, who cares about the skin of filthy whores that you parade around so proudly. Probably not a woman's at all. Probably a pig or dogs. Not fair from the truth,eh?" An angered glance shot to this father "And you. How can you condone this foul behavior from a son of the court? Why did you not drown him at birth rather than subject our name to mockery. Even the servants laugh at us. THE SERVANTS!" Draegan had always been an uptight man, he was not sure how long he could tolerate this before decapitating someone of their crown jewels. Raven certainly didn't seem to know how to use it. Not cut the demonic things off and wriggle them about beneath their noses. The skins were rotting and it caused one hell of a stench that made Draegan want to gag.[/align:6210537982]

[Median TalusThrone]

Median near choked at the randomness of Chaos,barging in there with a sting of clitoris's waving them around in the breeze like dry shriveled flags. It even made him shiver, shiver at the fact that more got to see more clitoral action than anyone else he had ever known. It was a disgrace, then again Median preferred to strangle them mid orgasm, made them buck harder. Even when turning blue in the face. At times he didn't know what came over him, just an urge to kill whatever he was deflowering or raping at the time. He didn't want offspring regardless of his father's wishes to procreate the family line. He would rather sell his soul to the devil than to do it by exertion of his own energy and dispel of bodily fluids.

He scowled at the words of his brothers and father. Standing around bitching about women, the women they have had and the women they wanted to get. There was a whole village of widows down there in the valley just waiting to be banged. Hell they farmed out in the fields topless. Little titties bobbing up and down in the sunlight, big ones too. There was plenty of tit out there working their land waiting for it. Wanting it. Damn some of them used to run out in the street butt naked, waving their arms about at him while he strode on by, offering only a wink and silly smirk. He just wasn't into women so open and easy, then again he wasn't picky when he couldn't get it elsewhere either.

"How about shutting your flaps Drae-boy or do I have to shut them for you little man?" Median taking a step closer to his brother while their father shot evil glances around the room. Median's eyes rolled turning his attention to the information about Pandora that the guard spilled. "We should gut the bitch, maybe that will get the rest of the fuckers out in the open?" It was a wishful idea, one that not only brought a smile to his face but also his fathers. He gave his father one of his famous *come on old boy, let's paint the stage in red*, the look his father usually jumped at but it seemed these days he had a lot more on his mind.

[Raven TalusThrone]

Raven Smirked...

He shook his head so the thread necklace of dessicated clitori rattled.

He smirked some more...

OOC - You know, I can remember seeing posts in Y-Chat no bigger then whats above this lol and it was called roleplay lol sad part is, I think I may have even posted some like this.

Insane... His brothers and father thought him insane, an abbheration without reason behind his maddened visage, yet he was a sane as any of them. If they thought him mad, they left him alone, they left him follow his own supposedly dememnted pursuits without delving to deeply into his activities. For Raven hated his father and brothers and plotted for their downfall. A mirthless chuckle emerging from his lips at the scene before him, the mention of Pandora another fact noted in the cataclysm of his mind. Somehow that could be useful.

Draegan's ire rising, primarily directed at him and Raven rising allowing a glare to forge across his brow, lips curling into a sneer in retort to the heated words directed... "Pigs and Dogs brother, are you jealous that I at least have trophies where you cannot even have the object of your desire, you set your sights to high, then grovel in your failure. Perhaps your member is to shrivelled to inspire the devotion you so desperately crave". He grabbed his crotch with his left hand and thrust his pelvis forwards. "We all know you are the 'smallest' of us all in at least one part of your physique!"

A snort of glee, knowing how this would further enrage his brother and enhance his own seeming madness, for goading Draegan was a foolish move and except for Median's telling 'Drae-boy' to shut his flaps, Raven would never have uttered this insanity, but at thuis instant having Draegan lose his grip on reality suited his own meddling in the affairs of the Talsuthrones. Perhaps Draegans outburst would break their fathers illusion of Draegan's self, and that was worth the beating he could face.

[Prayvyn Talusthrone]

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I agree. I could write pages but see little point. Best thing is to simplify and pull out the guns when some fucker gets in your face.

Raven never ceased to amuse this old man, silver eyes flashing in the light as if he were laughing his ass off on the inside. He actually was. Draegan and Median took things way to seriously at times. Frustration in lack of women were mainly the cause of it. That and very little entertainment. Turning his back to all three for the moment while playing with his chin, an idea sprung to his mind. A way to bring new blood and allies to the family of Talusthrone. In the past they had held some pretty fancy parties, and it always seemed to cheer grumpy pants Draegan up when he could flirt with the fillies.

It could also be a bad idea, when the family was in such a delicate state of affairs. The uneasiness however could escalate into something more than a few jokes and thunder thrown words. One day feeling may get hurt, though Prayvyn hoped his sons had those under control. It just didn't look too good from this angle. Drawing in breath, turning to face Raven while he grabbed at his coddles and did a strange pelvic motion, at first he guessed it was some weird dance all the young  fellows did these days. The words however threw that off course. Shrugging beneath heavy cloak, stern features turning to look at his son Draegan. "The boy has a point." Nodding in agreement with himself.

"I have fretted over woman that have only ever been within my reach. The woman is beautiful, I will not deny you that. But son, that is one far out of the reach of those like us. A god would be lucky to tame that one. Probably meet his own death." Shaking his head recalling stories he had heard about Atra'Lamia throughout the ole taverns that scattered the lands. "Pandora is within our reach, nearly had her in my grasp once before, like every other Darkbane woman I have ravaged. But her, best be forgotten before it eats away at you." He hoped he offered advice Draegan would listen. Yes they could plot and plan to capture her, but who knows what type of consort the deviless has. Prayvyn dreaded to think.

Placing his hand up to silence Raven. "Perhaps we need some entertainment, take our mind of worthless women and focus on the booze, lap dances and good company. What do you all say to that? Then we can think about war."[/align:99f123e8e8]

[Draegan TalusThrone]

[align=justify:95f5e96b53]His brothers words angered him beyond reason, maybe because the shit actually had a point. Pigs and Dogs brother, are you jealous that I at least have trophies where you cannot even have the object of your desire, you set your sights to high, then grovel in your failure. Perhaps your member is to shrivelled to inspire the devotion you so desperately crave" scowling at him while hand clenched into a punch, teeth grating "I would rather set my goals high brother than resort to barnyard animals or bitches that drag their knuckles across the floor" The attack against his agenda did not get given even a flinch, it was always the braggarts that fell short below the belt. Maybe that was why he went for the tongue, it was thicker and longer than his cock.

Nodding his head, mocking those words while firing up for whatever action he would take. Median's Drae-boy didn't do a lot for his mood either and the leer he was shot was enough to turn him to stone. "I would take that smugness and go fuck yourself with it before I do you the honors." Eyes narrowing. Waiting for the right opportunity while Raven played with his gherkin and eggs. Charging like a wild bull, head down, back arched using all the force of his strength to head butt Raven right in the middle of the chest while his fisted hand (right) swung around to collect Raven in the right side of the head. "Why I aught to fucking kill you."

Keeping the motion of fist swinging while his weight would press towards Raven, seeing red and nothing else. Not even listening to the words of his father, they were too distant to reach him now. All he wanted to do was punch this little fucks brains in until they oozed out through his ears. [/align:95f5e96b53]

Ye, got to miss the old days

[Median TalusThrone]

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I feel like subway with my brews

Median just spat his laughter out, he could not control it. Spit, phlegm and all sorts flew before loud laughter exploded. Arms clenching his sides, keeling over at the waist while his hand slapped hard against his side.   "OHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" he had to give it to Raven that his statement was pretty fucking funny, even by retarded standards. Draegan charging like a mad cow really set the scene of with a pop and fizzle. Sizzling like a heater about to explode all red in the face as if he was trying to pass a massive shit in his trousers.

Again he exploded into laughter, stumbling and taking at a pillar while he was at it. He had forgot to mention he had a few brews before wandering home after rubbing up a few of those field titties and fur burgers. He had to admit that he wasn't overly fussy when it came to what woman he pillaged with his manhood. If they were lucky. Most of the time they got to use their lips and it wasn't for talking. A lollypop made of human flesh. It did not surprise him that their father made no attempt to make the peace instead prattling about some cock-n'do ball that was going to make them the social highlight of the drab century."God!" he muttered under his breath. "I just want some hot women and there are none about here. Yeh, bring them all in their fancy skirts and I'll be lifting them up and showing them so weightlifting of a different nature."

"heh heh" he continued with his usual typical devious snortle. Stumbling around some more before leaning up against his dad, ale and spirit breath breathing all over him. "Where's the skirts, eh?" then gesturing over towards his brothers "Should of had them in petticoats, old boy." Giving him a hard, rough pat on the back. Looking over to his brothers, laughing again before speaking between burps. "Bit early in the morning for kung-fu ain't it ladies??" You had to appreciate his humor if not the slurry accent and the matter it was hard to understand him.[/align:1369193673]

[Raven TalusThrone]

Sorry about taking so long... Some days are just sent to try us... Hmmm Brews and Subway, sounds an evil plan...

Head cocked, physique tensed ready for motion, for he knew his brother never could take a taunt about the size of his codpiece. His father making some utterance about the old bitch Pandora, now there was a trophy worthy of plotting, she had eluded their grasp with cunning and class, but now she was awake, perhaps a long and ancient antagonism could finally be laid to rest. Their father mentioning some entertainment, Raven's ears pricking, for they needed a good old fashioned gig with wine, fucking and screams to ease the pathos of their current existance.

In the meantime however Raven had more immediate concerns. If there was one thing Raven was good at, it was annoying the crap out of his brother, and Draegan just couldn't help himself but to take the bait so casually offered. Raven watching his brothers eyes, seeing the flare of rage just before Draegan leapt into action, smirk creasing his lips as he decided whether to take the attempt to be made or to try and make a bigger fool of his brother.

The tiniest flicker and Draegan's eyes narrowed before he leapt towards where Raven stood. Raven suddenly gripped by a certain clarity as if he was watching from afar, the moment Draegan's head dropped to charge, he launched himself sideways to the left, grabbing at his crotch then ran past the bullish madness of his brother shouting "I'm a teapot, I'm a teapot"... He knew he couldn't run forever so once he had passed his brother by about twelve paces, he spun and crouched in readiness, feet apart, bracing himself arms slightly spaced to the side and fists now clenched. He may well get a beating when his brother turned, but he would do his utmost to get a few licks in...

[Prayvyn Talusthrone]

[align=justify:9990c6a30e]Although his sons antics amused him greatly thought were returned to the idea of a masquerade ball. Talusthrone’s alliances had dwindled at the hands of the merciless clan of Darkbane. With their dormancy, things may have changed, now there was a chance for a new beginning. To strengthen his kingdom, and deal with the scraps of Darkbane later when the shoe would be on the other foot. Looking over to one of the servants cowering in the corner since Raven made her so nervous. “You. Over here”. The young pretty face looked up to Prayvyn, eyes wide like a frightened animal. Instantly she stood to her King’s request, falling upon her knees and bowing. “You shall organize the preparations for the invitations to a grand ball, in two moons time. Do not fuck it up, or I will have to remove you of some bodily parts and feed them to Raven”. Smiling evilly as the girl stuttered a reply “Y y y y y yes m’Lord” standing and rushing off to attend to her task. He liked they all ran, watching them run was the most fun part of frightening them out of their wits.

Returning his gaze to his sons while Raven ran out of the room yelling something about teapots? “Weird, weird boy!”, shaking his head and placing his attentions on Draegan and Median. “It is your jobs to make sure our securities are well prepared for trouble. If only we were that lucky.” Laughing before walking towards Draegan and again placing a hand on his shoulder. For the youngest son he was the most hotheaded, taking things way to personally and not allowing himself a failure once and awhile. “You have to live and let live son, don’t let it consume you because I know the sadistic bitch will be taking great delight in it. Find a pretty thing, knock her up. God! Even marry her, what the fuck ever, just get Atra’Lamia out of your mind, because boy, you are never going to have her.”

He hated being the bringer of bad news to his son, but someone had to shake him out of it. Sure he had heard rumors that she was the most beautiful woman ever seen, that no beauty could even come close to that of Atra’s. He had not once seen it for himself. Those the likes of him never got to see such wicked angels promising all the riches of heaven and hell, being seduced and then left to rot in the sin. Prayvyn wasn’t a lucky man either obviously, but he had a shot at Pandora once and she was pretty enough, maybe not what he would call drop dead beautiful. His sons would have a better chance at Pandora, if they were smart about it maybe she could be tricked and brought into their power and control? Talusthrone could do with a Goddess as a servant, but how? It have him something new to think about.[/align:9990c6a30e]