Midnight Approaches

[Rahvin Pendragon]

Rahvin noticed Llewelynn's hand grasping that of L'Jess. The dark voice in his head began to speak to him once more. Rahvin's eyes narrowed at the casual contact straightened himself. He'd come back to Camelot and found something he'd missed only to see it again. Perhaps he had stepped over his bounds into Llewelynn's life. Now that he could see her and L'Jess for what they must have been before his arrival.

Rahvin moved away from the wall from which he stood and sheathed his sword. His aura shifting towards a darker shade as his blonde locks fell into his face. Rahvin's memory began to come back to him. His memory of things before he left Camelot. It all made sense now to him. Rahvin looked to Llewelynn and L'Jess and now thought about his chance at his cure. Was there still any hope of his curse being removed now?

A soft smirk crossed his lips as his thoughts crossed over many things. So maybe Llewelynn had been showing attention to L'Jess before his arrival? Had he come in between them or was there really nothing, but friendship there? Rahvin's soul was bit by the demon of jealousy. Which was something his darkness quickly began to exploit. Rahvin stood there in silence at a loss for anything to say.

It seemed for him love was might always be an illusion. Perhaps the night had just taken it's toll on him. Maybe a good rest and a clear head would put things in a better perspective. Rahvin had burned Atra's image into his head. If he could catch her alone outside Camelot he'd see if she was as dangerous as she looked. He'd avenge Kalyssien's death as a true Pendragon would.

[Fiamma Bella]

Fiamma was smiling until that moment of death. Before the wind blew in she saw the reaction in her mate. She felt his pain. She gasped and as he fell into a nearby chair, she went to her knees before him. If Kalyssien was dead, so too was her mate. Her hands grasped at his holding him as she went cold with fear. Fiamma had only just returned to his embrace, surely this could not be so, yet she heard far away, the voices of others confirming Drak's findings. The King was dead. Yet, her mate was still alive though his heart was broken. How could this be so? Fiamma turned her head from her love but for a moment to find Kiante who also should be dead upon Kalyssiens death but again, she was still alive. She was very grateful for this, for if Kiante and Drak had died, Fia would have been alone and her grief would have been triplefold. Relief flooded her as she saw Merlin with the Lady of the Lake, taking care of her in this day. She nodded to this, given leave to take care of her mate.

She felt his grief and cried with him. She took off her mask and tossed it the side wanting him to see her loving face. Her arms wrapped around him and held him when the grief overtook him. Her shaking fingers rose to his face to wipe away some of his tears though she knew they would just be replaced with more. As people came up she sat back merely holding his hands and sitting before him should he need her. Her eyes did not leave her love as Silin came to offer his condolences. She feared that if she looked away again, Drak would die before her. She still feared it might happen. She didnt know what to say to Silin. Would Drak speak to him, or was his grief too much. She felt him resolute about something, probably that he was needed and would put the grief aside to be worked through in private. She saw Zoe in the back of her mind, coming towards them. THis was a relief, for Drak saw her as a freind and would need her support through this. Fia was not selfish, anything to help her mate she would do.

[Suun'aise]

At last the moment arrived. The sudden surge of power ripped through her form like fire blazing at th edge of each nerve causing her to hiss with the pleasure of it all. Atra had completed her task here this night. A loathsome smile would peel away her mask of mock innocence as the fairy king made his appearance to chastise the simple folk of Camelot. A dainty hand would rise to muffle the sly chuckle escaping unbidden from betwixt plush rises. Yes, indeed. The king was dead. The first strike had been made in this war, a deadly blow. To kill a snake quickly one must remove its head. Suun'aise all but forgot the presence of her younger sister at her side as those cold blue eyes remained on the form of Oberon. Teeth would grind with a slow menace as he worked his fae magic in order to revive an old king long dead. How predictable. Kalyssien was dead because he lacked the sense to stay in the presence of his people with so many unknown faces. It was obvious he had no sense of danger.

Her gaze narrowed as the form of Uther rose from out of no where. Replace a dead king with a dead king? Tch. A slight rolling of her eyes would commence only to lead them to the sight of her twin bathed in the glory that was once part of the deceased king. Immediately a knowing smirk would rise at the edge of her lips as Atra approached placing her loving touch upon her flesh.. a touch that would be returned in kind. Uther's words would disrupt their little reunion causing her to bite back a warning growl as Atra slowly turned her attentions away to address him.

What fools they all were. Sheep who blindly followed whoever held the shepard staff, caring not who it was as long as they bore the symbol of authority. Not one questioned Uther's placement on the throne. Like mindless puppets they began to bend knee to this new king. All she could think of was ripping out hearts and painting the walls with a bloody mural by her hand. But, no, now was not the time. Biting back her chaotic needs she simply stepped back to Uli and Bryna only half paying attention as he removed himself from her grasp.

Those eyes followed the figure of her kin as Atra toyed with the flesh of Radu. Perking a slender brow she watched avidly barely noting the wink of Uli.  She followed the path of Radu and Atra as they left the ball with Uther's 'blessing'. Turning back to Uli and Bryna she watched with a vague boredom as he latched his lips over Bryna's own. A stifled yawn would emit forth as merely offered him a half smile. Bryna was stunning yes, but she paled in comparison to Atra and dare she say..herself. The twins had long ago evolved past their birth rights becoming things so much more, beings of such amassed powers that even their father would be fearful to cross them.

A hand moved to slink up Uli's arm as she leaned in and murmured into his ear.

" If you wish to test my wiles further, perhaps you could accompany me elsewhere....alone. If not then so be it. I have places to go, things to destroy, and people to kill."

Casting a glance at Bryna she raked her form once over again. Though she was tempting, Atra was ever more so and with that thought...she turned and moved to join Atra and Radu as they left gala.

[Llewellynn Pendragon]

Llewel had seen Rahvin step away as her hand released Jess'. Was somethng wrong again? Had he seen something she had missed?

She moved to step up beside him and as she did she scanned the room. One by one she looked to every person in front of her beginning in front of the King. Suddenly an audible gasp escaped her lips. She watched as a man [Uli[ suddenly took a woman [Bryna] by the hair and kissed her with no forwarning. The kiss seemed almost passionate and victorious yet mutliating and viscious at the same time.

He had her hand on her hip, fingers caressing the bottom of the sword sheath on her back when she stepped towards the King and whispered hard under her breath. "Are we to allow such a display within our walls? It hardly seems to me like it is concentual, My Liege. But I stay my hand till your word."

While no one would have heard her words save the King, they would have seen her approach him and seem to take a suddenly cocky and almost nonchalant stance. Hand on hip, hip pressed outward as if trying to match the seductive dance before her with the King of Camelot at her side but failing miserably.

Meanwhile inside, her empathy rolled and she felt the passion, rage, gratification and pain in the kiss before her eyes. Question was, was the Lady participating willingly or still too stunned to object. Till that factor alone could be determined, the room seemed to freeze.

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First it was his hand, fingers viciously curling through the auburn strands that dangled from of any of the normal constrains of ribbons or pins. Then the furious grasp that brought her directly against Uli?s form. Lips smashed down onto her forcing entrance to both a vicious scrapping of her lips and a tongue starving what it had been seeking all along. Exquisitely unexpected, Bryna involuntarily gasped at the shear force Uli gave to the kiss. Wasn?t this what she wanted? Isn?t this what she prompted him to do before? Oh yes, yes it was. Bryna felt the scrap of the incisors drift over her lip causing a small amount of dark blood to percolate from the corner of her mouth. It slid back as she was bent to the will of his kiss, showing that perhaps it was the lighting that darkened the color of normal blood. However, it was darker even when lit. It was the blood of not her father, for she kept that inside. No her mother supplied her with half her bloodline, and this poisoned acidic taste was thick with an angel?s fall from grace--a demon denied the divinity of heaven. Thick and slow moving it dribbled down the side of her cheek. It was perhaps an admission of how little she had fed in the recent days after her summoning from hell?s graceful fiend. Normally she would not need to be fed so much, but her life in her father's grasping presence had drained some of her capacity to regenerate her energy naturally.

Passion, such intense passion was in this kiss that Bryna could not deny even herself any longer. Hands, tensed with the initial shock of being displaced in so sudden a manner melted soon after. Fingers found their way up to Uli?s chest splaying against the fabric that rose into a collar. Lifetimes ago taught her many things of passion and the actions that went with such intense and vicious desires. Her body melted under his lips her own thirst rising to the occasion. Incisors from the top extended their way into his lips scraping and moving with the force of the kiss. Nails dark and blacken by her heritage lengthen only slightly and curled a fierce grip into the collar of his shirt. The sharpness of those nails tore holes into the fabric that was gathered in the palm of her hand. Was it possible to bring someone you desired even closer against you? Bryna couldn?t think that it was possible in his current grasp on her scalp that held her steady for his lips.

Bryna so caught up in the taste of the kiss could not see or hear Suun respond to them. For now she was his, in this moment, and she relished the thought of more to come. Would he tease her and punish her for withholding this from him? Or would he give in to his passions and satisfy the thirst she held for him as well? It was up to him to drag her away or keep her here to ravish what he began with his lips.

[Spectre]

As he continuced walking with Sharla at his side he could see the shadow of a man at the waters edge. He continued to hold Sharla close as they walked slowly closer to the water. He had hoped that this would be Xion, but didnt know for sure where he would be. As he approached the shadow at waters edge he pulled Shara closer still feeling the breeze that was starting to blow. He stopped for a moment, and looked at Sharla for a moment. "Is there anything you need before we go? we can go back and get it."

[Llewellynn Pendragon]

Llewel nearly gasped aloud as the woman (Bryna) seemed entranced and even desirous of the blooodletting and she nodded to the cluster both of Atra n Radu and Bryna and her lover. She then whispered to the King and took a step back. "Forgive me. It seems willing participants on both sides."

She foreced her voice to sound amused and stood then just behind the King, about 20 feet from Rahvin and Jess and waited to see what would happen next. It seemed no matter how many times the night SEEMED to be drawing ot an end, another thing popped up.

She kept a smile on her face as she awaited the outcome of the lastest escapade and prayed the entire crowd would not endure more than this embrace.

[L'Jess/Dudek]

Jess had been watching the goings on, as well.  His face was it's typical neutral blank expression.  It made no difference what he thought.  There was a time, long before many of those present were ever even though to be conceived, that similar actions had been taken by the knight, himself.  He had been rid of that way of partial life for quite some time, though.  

When Llewel moved to take her official spot behind the king, L'Jess' immediate reaction took over.  He took his own official spot by her.  This whole time he had said not a word aside from his promise to help both Rahvin and Llewel.  When she grabbed his hand, he nodded to her in understanding, but did not express anything at the time, due to the happenings with Atra and her entourage.  This night was turning out to be one that would not soon be forgotten.  Unfortunatly, it was not for the reason Kalyssien had intended.

[Light_hearted]

She shook her head "the herbs in my satchel can be replaced.. I only had a bit of coin in there and a few bits of clothing and jewelry.. the only thing i would be concerned about is my mare..I cant exactly leave her here nor do i think we can afford to take her with us.. that is if you are indeed taking me with you.. we have been parted befre but if so we can find one another again" She hung close to Ciden looking to the shadow of a man up ahead.. not able to see the man made her uneasy shadows in genral made her uneasy..

[Oberon]

Concentrating on the task at hand to the exclusion of all else, mention that Nicholai may assist in finding if Titania still existed, brought Oberons vision and mind to a miniscule focus of incredible intensity. It was as if everything in his vision had shrunk to a primal point in which Nicolai's face resided. "Your terms are agreeable, so be it on my oath" He said, the words seeming distant and echoing to him, for the concept of locating Titania, was inspiring, but his hand reached out to clench the deal.

Turning to witness unfolding events, for it seemed the night was not yet done, amusement crossed his face, for the balls of the fae court when in full swing, often led to more virulent displays then this, especially when the satyrs decided to join in. "Well this king has my support" he sighed "The main realm has crumbled, and with the potence of Avalon and the Goddess nearby, my people will be making their homes here, once I speak to the returned king" Then he chuckled "We were responsible you know, Robin Goodfellow whispered in his ear as he was dying of a way that he may return, stretching the truth quite a long ways, and was quite surprised when he found it had actually worked due to some of the magick in Excalibur's forging"

[Draken]

Slowly the tears would stop, his eyes rife with flame he would look up and acknowledge those around him. ?He never truly knew how long we were together. The bonding was altered by his blood, and he thought we had been together for a just a few hundred years. But for nie on three thousand years I had his blood within and he carried mine.? He sighed brokenly, ?Mine grief must be placed aside for now, until such time as mine wings may bear me aloft and the eldest rites be observed, then must it be buried.? He looke to Fiamma, a soft smile on his face at her presence, and a silent nod would indicate his value of her. Then raised his head to study the one eyed drow and Zoeleannah.

Turning his face to Silin, his eyes flared a moment then his voice now stable and ringing with alien nuance, rich with the tones of his kind, for now he was unbound the dragon within arose to its full nature, ?Thou dost linger within mine mind, he was thy friend, and thou wert able to drink of his flask without thy throat boiling over? he chuckled a moment at the memory thy friendship and respect be welcome for I know of the way thy race deals with respect and thou dost give him great honour.? Never again would he say Kalyssien?s name except in the grieving flight he would make soon, old beliefs of his people being that to speak the name of a departed would draw them from their rest, and indeed was not Uther here.

He sat as Zoelleanah spoke his eyes moistening with gentle tears not eh harsh ones of moments before, ?Thou dost give such a gift Zoelleannah, wert that he were here he would bow deeply to thee for this. He wert not a harsh man, and, confession must be made, in mine mind was every detail of his and thy meeting, but he hoped thee would find something better, and it seems in his death thou hast.? At this he untangled himself from his beloved and stood, bowing deeply to the pair, ?this day shalt ne?er be forgotten and in thee both shalt his memory live.?

Looking around the room he studied the once and now again king, and the one who was king of the fae. He at some point would need to approach them for the dragons would still offer alliance. Then he spotted Ladvinia across the room in the company of Duncan. ?Zoelleanah, wouldst thou fetch that woman and her consort, she be a baroness of the court and methinks would be better she and her partner be here amongst friends on this night Oh wait before thee doth go," he reached in his pocket and pulled out a small scroll of parchment, "this be the ownership of the horse thou did borrow, he had me track down the fellow and pay for it, after witnessing the way thou did treat it on the night we met? He reached forward and handed her the scroll, ?the horse be thine now? he said softly ? now go fetch her?  Then unexpectedly he spat from his flame bladder a tiny gout of flame, holding out his right hand in a cupping motion, and as the flame died, Kalyssien?s battered hip flask appeared, ?methinks this be thine now Silin, but beware, tis the same brew that ye and he shared before?

[Zoelleannah]

Zoelleannah stood there now in silence listening to Drak speak, his voice had risen to a different level as he spoke now of friendship and honor. She was looking at him when he spoke to the man next to her [Sil'lin] about sharing the kings flask. She looked at him and then back to Drak. Her mind was racing so much at this moment, what was to come next she thought, yet those answers to her question might soon be reveled. When she spoke up about her promise to Kalyssiens wishes and that she was to give them as her last gift to him, she nodded lightly as Drak explained to whom the king really was. She now understood that the man was not harsh but fair, as he said that he wanted for her to find something better and that she had now found it throught his death it triggered her eyes to water lightly. She brought her hand up quickly and wiped before they could run down her cheeks. Drak had then gotten up and bowed to the man beside her and herself, she lowered her head towards him and curtsied lightly. He spoke of Kalyssiens memory living through them and she nodded lightly to him, she knew even thought she hardly knew the man that she would think of him quite a bit. After all he had given her a life she never had after leaving her homeland to come to these parts...

She watched him as he looked around the room, her eyes followed looking around as well. She sighed before looking back at Drak as he had once more addressed her. When he asked if she would go and get the Lady Ladvinia, Zoelle looked at him trying to figure out who he was speaking of. He told her that she was the baroness and with that Zoelleannah knew who he was speaking of, she nodded lightly to his request and was about to turn as he asked her to wait. She turned back full to Drak and waited for him to say what else was on his mind, as he pulled a small scoll from his pocket she perked a brow to that he spoke up saying that the steed she had borrowed for the feller in the next village over was hers now. The king had him tracked down and paid for it. She stood there with mouth agape for a moments time and didn't know what to say. He had handed her the scroll and she stood there looking at it when he then ask her to go a fetch the Lady Ladvinia. She nodded again and then swallowed as she spoke "I thank thee Drak and I praise the late king fer giving mine such gift, I shal go now to get the baroness". With that she turned on her heel and walked from them to get the woman he asked for...

Zoelleannah made it swiftly across the dance floor and was now coming up on the Woman she was to fetch for Drak. Clearing her throat lightly before she spoke "M'lady Ladvinia, I was send to ask thee to come meet with Drak and join the group over there". She stood there for a moment and then pointed out the one who was seeking her to come. She gave a light smile towards the woman and then man standing beside her and waited to see if they would both come and see Drak...

[Ladvinia]

Ladvinia looked at the girl and then back to Duncan , it seemed that for now the dangers were gone.  As Zoelleannah pointed out whom wanted to meet with her  she looked at the man , he was not anyone she recoginised  and looked up to Duncan for aproval . He nodded and she spoke softly to Zoelleannah.

 " I am happy to meet with this man this Drak. " she said interlocking her fingers within Duncans . She had no idea as to why this Drak would like to see her , but she was determined to find out. She knew he could not be harmful for he had shead tears at Kalyassins death and Duncan would have not allowed her to go if it was not safe.  She wiped the still falling tears from her eyes and held her head high , Duncan had made her feel that her rank in this kingdom was deserved  and she thought that bowing to the floor would disrespect Kalyassins memory of giving her the title.

[Sil'in]

The change in Drakul's eyes seemed to bring forth a new inner strength in Sil'in.  That a being could last for thousands of years, bearing the sorrow of such loss with the grace the ancient dragon now displayed took Sil'in's breath away.  The sigh which escaped Drakul's lips cut Sil'in deeper than he would've admitted, and brought the grinning face of Kalyssien to the forefront of his mind...  The mental image alone nearly caused a turmoil of emotion, and the drow fought momentarily to keep his inner composure.  He, like Drakul, would mourn in his own way, and in his own time...

As Drakul rose to his feet, the Drow also rose.  He met the man's gaze proudly, unable to keep the ghost of a grin from his ebon features as Drak spoke of the sharing of drink between he and Kalyissien.  The memory Drakul spoke of brought to mind the first time he'd met Kalyssien, before he'd been called to the throne.  It was the only time the drow had been caught off guard by (what he thought to be) a mortal man.
Sil'in could almost feel the morning sunlight on his face, the memory returned so deeply.  Perhaps he would share that memory with Drakul once the time of mourning was past.  Drakul's words snapped Sil'in back into the present, and he offered a half bow before replying formally in his own tongue:  "L' bel'la Usstan belbau ulu Ukta zhah l' toha Usstan belbau ulu dos, abbil.  You and He were one and the same, I shall always honor you as such."  It would remain unspoken just how few others were extended the same respect from the Drow, though his dark eye glanced at Uther's back for half a second.

As Drakul began to speak to both Sil'in and Zoelleanah, the drow's piebald gaze was drawn to the woman beside him.  He offered her a nod of respect before turning his eyes back to the dragon.  Sil'in found the gift which the Dragon bestowed upon the lady to be a fitting representation of who Kalyssien had been, and would remain ever in the thoughts of those who had known him.

The flame which leapt forth caused the drow to widen his eyes slightly, but he showed no other signs of being startled.  Yet the flame itself was quickly forgotten as the flask was offered him...  Slender hands were raised to accept the gift as if it were made of the purest gold, and once received, the drow turned it over in his slender fingers.  His eyes rose to meet Drakul's once more, and it was a moment before Sil'in could speak.  A long minute passed before the drow lifted the flask in salute to the dragon, and spoke softly before putting the metal to his lips: "Ulu l' bel'la d'lil elghinyrr, lu' l' honglath d'lil tupora."  The liquid burned like fire going down, and caused a wince to twist his features for second or two, but his expression settled into a sad smile as he tucked the treasure carefully away on his person.

[Zoelleannah]

Zoelleannah looked at the woman and waited for her reply as she did, Zoelle nodded and gave a light smile towards the baroness. She then watched as the man nodded as well and with that Zoelle walked on back towards to where Drak and the rest of them where. Slowly she was approaching the group again and made her way before Drak as she stopped and spoke up "The Baroness is delighted to to take thee up on yer offer". She then bowed to him and made her way towards his side where she would now stand in silence to see what was to come next. Zoelleannah had watched the drow as he was to take the gift offered by Drak, he spoke up in some native language and she just stood there and nodded lightly. Truly she hadn't a clue to what he had spoken of but it seemed that it was all about their late friend and this tugged upon Zoelleannah's heart strings...

She sighed deeply her gaze was blankly staring towards the new king, this didn't seem right to her, this wasn't supposed to have happened. This night was supposed to be a celebration, a place where friend and foe where able to stand together under one roof and for one night just get along. These where the kings own words and why did they have to backfire on him. She sighed again for that she wasn't able to thank him for giving her the opportunities he had given, for gifting her the steed and so much more. She leaned against the wall and sunk to the ground, as she sat there knees pulled up arms wrapped around her legs and her head resting upon it all. Tears that had formed where now freely flowing and for once in her live she didn't care who saw them...