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From the moment I met Queen Dalma, my blood boiled and my curse festered. There's something wrong with her, something foul and dangerous. I will have no part of this.
Igneous seems very disdainful of me, I wonder what I did to make him so angry? It's not as if I slighted him in any way personally. Ceilteach and Brigmore are much too far away for me to bother with that sort of thing. Maybe he resents me for not striking down Alaric sooner.
My darling, precious, and radiant daughter. She's always excelled at everything she's done, and to marry the king of Nyktome.. and become the new queen, well. I'm simply just delighted.
Though.. I do miss her wearing red.
Oh, mother! What could I possibly say.. She's done so much for me, and has helped me become the queen that I am today! That being said.. others.. tend to avoid me when she's around.. I can't help but wonder why?
Maverik and I seem to get along well. More than likely, he dreads having to face me, or confront me- he fears what I would do if I were scorned- so as such, he avoids touching my daughter as well.
Maverik isn't some all powerful warrior like he thinks he is, to put it bluntly.
The Bloody Pale.. is one of few who make me nervous. There's a dark hunger in her eyes that I've seen before.. and I would rather not find the truth. I will avoid her at all costs.. and that includes avoiding Nyktome.
I was gifted to Luna as a personal guard by her mother, Lady Dalma. I've been paid fairly for my duties, and I sleep in luxury compared to most beast folk. But, navigating the city of silver is tricky for one such as myself.
Luna herself is.. sweet.. and kind. I'm not entirely sure what exactly she needs a guard for. She's well liked by the people of Nyktome.
My dearest lord.. Maverik.. so enchanted by my beauty in only a few dwindling moments.. Yet as I linger near.. I can sense there's another, that even though he calls my name, he is merely using me as a means to an end.. But it simply won't do, Maverik, why don't you look into my eyes?
My lord and master, the one who allowed me to take form, and bestowed upon me the honor so high in his throne. I serve his court, and manipulate the mortals to his will, I allow him passage through the entry ways of dreams, defying the curse that wretched human once placed on him.
Iblis is one of my most loyal servants here in the inner realm. He's of great importance, allowing me to meddle in the affairs of mortals through the Dreamscape. However.. he finds a great distaste in humans, and I know what he says of the one who crowned me king. He would do well to watch his tongue.. I hear everything.
The man.. beast.. He found us. Freed us from our cavern in the ground- yet Tros go missing, as I expected. He feels such sorrow.. he blames himself. But I tell him, Tros never die, we merely change forms.
One of the few kings I’ve graced with my presence, and he shows his gratitude by mocking me, Lysis Avem. I shall make him repent for his disregard for my authority. I’ll leave him begging on his knees!
The.. harpy king. A brash fellow he is.. but also deadly gorgeous. I've fantasized more than once.. Ahem. That being said, he finds my antics.. annoying. He makes it clearly known, and perhaps I find some enjoyment in that. It's fun to see his feathers ruffle.
The elf killing bastard, despite his main claim to notoriety being his disdain of elven folk, his hatred of beast folk follows close behind, I’m told.
Self proclaimed protector of beasts, as if we need his pity! Harpies are too skillful to be caught in such a pathetic state.. that said. My people speak fondly of him, so if I were to see him, I would not crush him without warning.
Most of my knowledge of the royals comes from he caravans and wandering troupes of harpies, Nyktome, the kingdom of the moon, has had a change in leadership, and apparently this young girl, ‘Luna’.. is their new queen.
One of the many man-kings, Maverik fancies himself some sort of ‘conquerer on behalf of man’. Chances are he believes he can best me, chances are, I’ll pin him under my heel and leave him begging.. hah!
Zubair’s unwanted failure or a brother, I do not dignify him with my presence, but he spends quite a bit of time within the Arini capital, perhaps it’s easier to live here than in his true home.
The gryphon king, staunch and hard to impress, traits inherently by gryphons mother species, harpy and Felidae. But regardless, I insist on a challenge between the two of us, and I always assure I shall come out on top.
King Liron is by blood the king of Ocainos, however, his people resent him to some extent for what he did, my loyalty lies with the good of our kingdom, whoever is most fit to lead, leads.
The dreaded demon I was born alongside with, no matter how much we despise one another, we can never kill the other. Forbid I strike him down, for I’ll cease to be.
It’s the most frustrating thing in my life, and despite the fact I cannot overtly kill him, me keeps his claws dug inside me, attempting to observe my plans from a distance.
The snake who whispers of my downfall to all of the inner realm. A pathetic, spineless worm of a demon who was too greedy and too self-centered to become King, and still has the audacity to whine like a babe about wanting to become King. I will never let you rule, and I will never let you forget what your arrogance will get you, for all you need to do.. is look at your reflection.
Alexander tends to my every need and want with such haste.. I always feel bad of course, as though I should be offering more to him, to thank him for his work. But lately he's been.. so reclusive. He won't allow me into his work shop anymore.. and I don't ever see him leave.. Master Alexander, when will I see you again? The paint on my body is beginning to flake away.. I can see cracks in my skin.
Are you still even here, Master Alexander?
My most darling creation.. A personal project, and my muse. He has kept me from feeling lonely within my estate, and I find his natural curiosity and innocence to be quite charming. He helps me with my projects.. and is perfect in every way.. though.. I can sense.. doubt forming. He's beginning to question things.. and he is not supposed to. I will have to investigate this matter further.. before it's too late.
The forgemaster, he hails from Revoulsh, the horrid and rotten core of Fantasia.. and one of few places where beasts can run free.
Being near him always puts my fur on end.
The elf fears the unknown and the supernatural. Superstitious, mistook me for a cursed black cat at first and I’m still bitter about it.
The drake. Apparently a master in mage craft, but I haven’t seen anything more than smoke and mirrors. Perhaps I should make him show me his skill.