[Queen Of Illusions] [Open]

[[Bloody] [Rose]]

It was the afternoon, the sun high in the sky. The rays brought warmth to the cold lands, as spring began to arrive. The air was thick with moist, for a storm was building up, ready to unleash it's fury to the land. Another critical hit to the creature who had just suffered a long, cold winter. Now a storm was coming, and with hardly any shelter, who would survive the flooding as snow began to melt, and drain into the rivers...which would overflow with it's fast moving water's. The birds cawed as they tried to find a safe place to land and hold through the storm. A few thin deer took off into the cold forest, hoping to earn protecting from the thick branches that overlapped each other. The smaller ainmals ducked into their holes, while others climbed the tree's into their higher homes. Everyone was scurrying to get out of the storm, wanting to survive to see the beauty of the spring? But who would...who would survive?

Thick, inky grey clouds swept in from the east. They rumbled and lightning flashed. The sky grew dark, then everything erupted. The heavens opened and rain began to pour down in thick waves. The cold liquid splashed against the snow, melting it swiftly. The streams of water gushed into the rivers, and they begans to swell. The cold water was a thick mass of twigs, moss, and muddy water with foam at the edges. It began to swirl round and round, before swarming over it's banks and into the forest. The water's consumed the snow which added fuel to the rampage. Animals fled from the cold water's, and the ones who got stuck where swept along with the water. So cold was the waters that the animals gasped and where not able to refuse the rushing water's pool. No creature could, the rushing water's where to strong....to powerful.

A lupa was also swept along with the water's. The majestic beast's crown was lifted high out of the waters. Auds where flicked back, pinned down tightly. Orbs where wide, pupils dilated, their violet depths losing the insanity as sheer terror rushed in. Her jowls where opened slightly, until water gushed in, then the lupa closed them with a click. Her slim bodice was trying hard to stay above the rampage. Long pillars trying to paddle, but to no avail. Her weight and thick, black pelt was pulling her down, down into the depths. With a final breath of air, she submerged into the water's. She sank quickly, her pillars moving useless through the dark, thick water until a log slammed into her crown. Then her orbs closed and she sunk into the darkness.....

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Gasping, a fae awoke from her dreams. The illusions around her where that of a raging storm and rushing rapids. Blinking her orbs, the slowly dissapeared, growing smaller and smaller until they dissapeared from view. The lupa shivered, and turned her crown to lick at her pelt. She had lived her worst nightmare, death by rushing water's. No, she wasn't scared about being torn to shreds, burned alive, or getting her throat torn out. She was scared of drowning, of feeling the waters clutch at her until she finally drowned in the dark, cold depth. A pathetic fear, but all creature's had their fear's, and this was her's. Yes, her's and many other creature's who didn't fear the death by another's paws, or hands.

Shaking her crown, the large fae got to her feet. She was beautiful, yes but with aurora of darkness. Her crown was small, and finely shaped. Tear-shaped auds where pricked as she listened to everything around her. Almond-shaped orbs where framed by thick lashes that brushed her maw. Their color was the deepest of violet, with black rings around the iris. Insanity was in their depths, as well as chaos and death. The fae was not....sane. Her crown connected to a long neck, thickly muscled and graceful. The neck in turn connected to a nice, large chest that was built for speed and endurance. Her bodice was slim, yet curvy with thick muscles, but thin flesh that showed her ribs. Her banner was long and elegantly curved, clinging to her back pillars at the moment. Each pillar in turn was thickly muscled, and powerful, ready to spring or leap at the slightest of sound. The fae's pelt....it was long, and soft to the touch, the color so dark a black it seemed purple. Yet the most orb catching aspect was the blood red mask upon her maw, circling around her orbs and top jowl. A magnificent specimen of a fae, but deadly as can be.

Shaking her pelt, she broke free from the last grip of the nightmare. A yawn broke from her jowls, and she stretched before pounding forward into the tree's. She welcomed the cool darkness around her as she moved forward, silent as can be. Using her gift, the fae made herself blend in pefectly with the forest darkness, and wiped away her scent, a illusion to the mind, but a very powerful one at that. She kept the cloak, feeling safe with the feel of her power swimming through her veins and keeping her out of sight. Nothing could sneak up on her...and try to rape her like her father, or even try to murder her, even though many had tried and failed. Wincing at the memory, she shoved it all away and picked up her pace.

Moving through the forest with ease, she let her senses feel. Her auds picked up the sounds of birds, deer, and a fox. Nostrils flared as she picked up different markings from prey and predators that where stored away in the 'memory' part of her brain. To many to name, but also welcoming to her wolven nature. The freshest prey at the moment was a young doe who had passed by. Her senses picked up, and her nostrils flared. Hm, her stomach rumbled for the need of food, so she was going to eat. Turning southward, she began to jog, weaving through the tree's. The scent of doe was getting stronger, and made her mouth water.

Then she spotted her prey. The doe was nibbling on some hay that was strewn out from a human barn. Her auds pricked as she assessed the young creature, learning as much as she could. The deer ears where pricked, her bodice tense as she was ready to flee. Bloody Rose snarled softly, and let her illusion drop, springing free of the shadows. The deer leaped forth, heading for the tree's, but Rose cut her off, and leaped, slamming into the creature. Her teeth found the throat and she held onto the small roe deer. The doe gave a buck and a heave, but still the lupa held on. Finally the ivories sank into the windpipe, cutting off the doe's breath. The young deer coughed and sputtered before finally her pillars gave away and she fell with a sickening thud. Rose held on, still weary.

A couple minutes passed before she finally let go. Her jowls parted as she let go of the deer. It's crown slammed into the ground, but it was dead and did not react. Rose shook her own crown, licking the blood from her jowls. Her pink tongue flashed out to touch her black lips in a sweeping motion. Her violet orbs flashed, their color deeping, the insanity bright in her orbs. Glancing around, she cloaked both her and her deer in the shadows of invisibility. Then she quickly began to eat, knowing that her energy was leaving with every time she used the Illusion. She didn't chew, but swallowed chunks from the carcass. After a couple pounds of meat, she moved away, dropping the illusion. Bloody Rose turned her back on it and walked to the hay where she lay down. Her dark orbs scanned the area, but there was nothing. Good. Lowering her crown, she relaxed but did not sleep.

[Myth]

Rivianoux

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Ravens above in the crowns of the trees, sang an ominous song from somewhere beyond the river as they noticed the brutes essanse move closer. His purple flank was out of place within the autumn gripped forest. He was a magnifisent brute. He was large, strong, strangly colored with one small, black, horn about the lenght of his ear, running infront of the left aud on his crown. The other he had lost to another brute in a battle. It was just another scar to him. His full pelt was clean, well kept, but, his legs and paws were covered with dirt and grime, showing he had come from far off, maybe near the desert. Black rims parted revealing ivory fangs and a dark, lolling, tongue. The brute's nose twitched as he caught her scent.

Rivianoux's right aud fluttered back against his crown. Blending with the deep purple. He trudged forth his crown high and his chest out, showing his bravado. This brute could pull of king. He could be a leader, if he were not a New Generation wolf. A devious smirk twisted along his dark jowls. He had scented this fae from a far. He was widely known for his determination, and, his many failed attempts to flirt with the faes he could find. Mainly because many of the ones he came across were Old generation loyals. There was something different about the scent of this fae, one that brought him all the way from the desert to here. He twisted his head to the tree crowns and let a song ring from the parted depths of his jaws. It sent the ravens off with loud screams of protest.

Is paws singed the ground where they touched. Lightning was his claim. His power. He used it with skill and, often, grace. He was powerful. Strong. He told it all in his song. All he ment to himself;

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I flow with the blood of royals,
the blood of the kings;
the genes of the new generation
flow deeply in my veins.

It started with Rivian,
Daughter of Power,
then came my elder,
Rivain, vial, arrow.

He birthed my father,
the great lord and king,
who was called Rivix,
and then he claimed me,

Rivianoux.
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[[Bloody] [Rose]]

xX Queen Of Illusions Xx

Violet orbs flashed as she scented another. Her nostrils flared, taking in the powerful esscence of the brute. He smelled of electricty, of power, of strength, and of the brute musk. Her auds flicked forth, and her bodice tensed. She had not spoken or seen another lupine in a while, but another was presenting himself to her. Her jowls parted in a sly smile and she stood with ease. Shaking away the hay from her thick silke pelt, she began to trot. Then froze as a wolven howl sprung from the forest, vibrating in her auds, and into her soul. She listened closely, detecting every note of the song. So the brute was of the new generation, not a snobby old generation fool. Oh this would be wonderful. She would meet another unique creature like her, not one of those pesky mongrels who thought they where eveything but they where old. They where no longer the top wolven around, and had to see that or perish.

Slipping into the shadows, she moved with a feline grace. Why would a canine move like a feline? For she knew this forest well, and her grace was a given gift from the humans when they injected her with that gene from the cats. Yet, she didn't look like those pesky creature, thank the wolven gods. She was 98% wolven, 1% cat, and 1% magical power. Ok, she was the Queen of Illusions. A big title, and a one earned well. Even though she was the only fae with the gift of Illusion, she would still be the most powerful. Alas, she didn't know if she could survive a fight with the brute she was going to meet, because not everyone had a fear powerful enough to make them freeze, or sometimes they had no fear at all.

Shaking her crown, Bloody Rose let those thoughts drift away. Thinking negative would get her no where. Anyway, the brute's she met didn't always have to be bad. Well, even though her father AND evey other brute she met had tried to rape her and kill her didn't mean he would try. Though Rose was not putting much faith in this brute. She had to be cautious. The slightest mistake could mean death, and even though she didn't care about life that much, she stilled was careful. Why does she not care about life? Because in the end, you always lost. No matter how you fought to survive, you will always die. Rose knows that, so she doesn't try to stop it from happening. When it is her time to die, it's her time. She won't fight it.

Blowing air through her nose, Bloody Rose slipped from the shadows to stand mere yards from the brute. Her crown lifted, and auds pricked as she scanned the brute with ease. He was a mixture of purple and white, with brooding orbs that caught and held her attention. He radiated power and masculine esscence that made all her seductress inside sit up and take notice. Her bodice tensed, but she made no move forward or backwards. Instead, she just stood regally, and let him get a good look at her regal and queenly bodice. Then she spoke Hello, I am Bloody Rose. You might be? she questioned, her lyrics soft, but tinted with a brooding darkness.

[Myth]

Rivianoux

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Rivianoux's nose twitched yet again as her essance came nearer and nearer. Sly as she was, his nose burned with her scent. Not even the essance of the crisp autumn wind could cover it. His smoltering eyes scanned into the shadows. He scanned over what he could see of her body. Her sable black fur, red tipped crown. Ivory teeth. She was as strong in appearance as she was in essances. But, her scent did not due her full justice. She was a beautiful fae, to make it better she was clearly not old generation. His auds flicked back agaist his crown as the leaves above her head, in the crown of the trees sparked and danced over her form. Her deep eyes sparkled as they drifted to the ground. He was quiet able to do something more powerful to bring her into light, but, he felt he had seen what he needed.

As my song portraided, I am claimed by my blood as Rivianoux. Named after my father and elders.[/color] his tail flicked out behind him as he settled back on his haunches. What a lovely name you have, my Bloody Queen.[/color] the words were laced with his velvet soft voice. Dancing from between his ivory fangs like the sparks danced from the crisp fall leaves only moments before. The autumn winds twisted his flank and sent his purple crowned pelt swaying within it. The forest was silent with the promise of winter, worried for the cold snows and lack of food. While the old generation's whelping was over, the new generation were seeking loves and families. A strange gift to the old generation that their pups were birthed within the dens hidden with snow.

You're essance does not fully give your true beauty justice. You are much more pretty and strong in flesh and blood. My crimson stained Flower.[/color] if there was one thing this brute was good at it was pet names. Though many never stuck around to be charmed by him. His jowls twisted into a lupin smile. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[[Bloody] [Rose]]

xX Queen Of Illusions Xx

A smile played upon her maw as he spoke to her, his lyrics where velvet soft, meant to seduce and bring a sereniy. Her auds flicked forth as she tried to capture every lyric that he spoke, like how his voice resounded through her auds. Her lashes came down slightly, hiding the fire in her violet orbs. His name was Rivianoux. Exciting, exotic, and it made her shiver inside. Espicially since he called her his bloody queen. She was a queen in some sense, and having the title Bloody Queen made it more cunning. She flashed a wicked grin at that, showing white ivories and a pink tongue.

Glancing up at the hot sun, she debated if she should come out of her darkness. Hm, maybe it would do her some good coming out even though she was a dark creature. Taking a deep breath, she stepped forth, slipping out the darkness and let the sun sink into her flesh, warming it. Her orbs closed for a second as she stood still, vibrating with life. Her magic sparked and flew around her and Rivianoux, making them appear in a glowing place, with fire rising and falling, light dancing, and the ground seemed to move. Her magic danced and played, making her pelt seem like a rainbow of colors before finally sinking back into her veins. Her orbs opened and she saw everything was the same again. Good.

Thank you, Rivianoux. Other's do not ever seem me more then a monster or a beast since I am of the newer generation. I am usually turned away by both fae and brute she said, her lyrics with a hint of sadness. She dropped her gaze, and flicked her auds to the side, acting sad. Really Bloody Rose did not care, but sometimes it hurt. Yeah she could be a monster, but her father had made her this beast as well as the humans. She was dangerous and deadly, but she wanted a chance, a chance to prove that she was so much more. A chance to be normal for once, but no one had given her one. She had been turned away....until now.

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[Myth]

Rivianoux

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Rivianoux's flank shifted again. Bright in the tattered sunlight that escaped through the almost bare crowns of the trees. His auds twitched at the sound of her voice. Her voice was soft and sad and laced with velvet like his own, he expected her voice to be lovely. Not this lovely. She didn't seem to mind his many nick names. He could not help but notice her claims as she stepped foreward, the powers that ran through her blood. Her pelt looked like deep purple in the light. The way the rays danced through the colors that painted her was dazzling. His pale blue orbs were locked on her form. Well, my Bloody Queen, I to know how you feel, i am often turned away by brute and fae alike. For being new generation and not old. I thank you for being different.[/color]

His pale orbs strayed to her feet and then back to focus on the colors of her pelt. Believe me, i have had many a fae run from me before i said anything to them, and brutes fight me for crossing by them. The old generation is a cruel one lost in the ways of mystic and the heralds. We are more simple and more capible of surviving, the only thing about us that prohibits our survival, is the time of our whelping and birthing seasons. In the months of cold, it's hard to raise pups. I know this all to well, i once tryed to help my sister raise hers. They were all lost. [/color] he stared into the trees for a moment, the memory hurt. He missed the pups. He had rather enjoyed them. He turned back to the fae and forced a smile on his face.
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