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Eviemar Lionheart Captain
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 Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 11:50 pm
These are the gardens of the Shiningblade Castle. Known for their lush colors and fragrant smells. They are said to even rival the Enkil family's gardens.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 9:08 pm
A single powerful leap sends Ashton well over the castle walls and into the garden. He lands gracefully and looks around at the sunlit garden, his hands resting on the fur covered hips. Around his bare shoulders is a leather strap holding his staff, the attached lantern unlit. His cloven hooves dig softly into the grass as he strolls towards one of the flower beds. He kneels down and takes a bloom in between his fingertips, lifting it up with out damaging it to his face. With a long deep breath he takes in the scent of the flower, and smiles. "Ahh the wonders of nature." He says in a low tone, his voice tinted with an Irish accent.
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Eviemar Lionheart Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 9:24 pm
Emslebeth stretches in the sun. She's been spending a lot of time here in the gardens since she became in season. It makes her temper a little more stable. A voice drifts to ears. She spins around, looking for who may have spoke. Spotting the one who spoke, she instantly recognizes that it is one who is not a resident of the castle. Her pupils become reptilian for a moment before returning to normal for this form. "Excuse me... Who are you?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 9:29 pm
At the sound of the voice Ashton turns on a hoof, his bright green eyes shimmer with spark of magic. He lifts himself from his crouch, careful not to harm the little flower, and faces the other in the courtyard. "Ashton Oakshadown at your service." He says as he gives a deep bow. "Entertainer and wanderer extraordinaire!" He gives a bright charming smile as he speaks, his hands going once more to his fur covered hips.
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Eviemar Lionheart Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 9:53 pm
Icy blue eyes watch his hands as they move. She is a very cautious person. Right now, being in season, she is also suspicious of men. "Ashton Oakshadown.." She repeats the name, turning it over in her mind. Emslebeth suddenly looks at his face again. "An entertainer?" That has possibilities. As irritable as she is, she wouldn't get much joy in such a thing, but her charge certainly might. The poor girl could certainly use some cheering up. Using training to try to forget to mourn definitely is not working.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:00 pm
"Quite so you beautiful creature." He says with a wink, reaching for a set of Pan Pipes attached to a leather cord. He pulls the flute up to his pursed lips, and blowing gently soft notes filled the garden air. His hoofed feet tap and dance around for just a brief moment. When he stops playing it seems as though something where missing from the air, as if his music had filled it with magic and now that magic was gone. He lets the pipes fall once more to dangle at his side. "I travel the land playing my trade where ever it is needed." His smile almost intoxicatingly charming.
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Eviemar Lionheart Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:16 pm
Emslebeth growls softly, pulling her own aura close. She inhales her own scent, bring her own senses back down to earth. Icy blue eyes with reptilian pupils eye Ashton. "That is not at all a proper way for a guest to behave." He is definitely a wanderer and must not have been in the area for long. She is known for her volatile mood this time of year. It is also known that she has nothing to do with men while she is in season as she wants no children unless she is in love. The general is not in love. Hasn't been since she was very young and and foolish. "Such a game is dangerously played with me this time of year."
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:21 pm
He offers another gleam of his eye to the woman, then gives a deep bow. "Come now, I mean no harm. Music is just such a magical thing on its own, its so hard to not left some of Pan's song into it." He walks towards a row of flowers, his hand outstretched but his eyes never leaving the woman. As his hand sweeps over then the blooms seem to perk up and follow his hand. "It is just a satyrs way to bring love into this world."
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Eviemar Lionheart Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:36 pm
Her eyes flash dangerously for a moment. Love. Not at all what she wishes to around. Not at all what she wants. "Love does not last." Dragons should not be so cynical. They should be wise and understanding. She rumbles deep in her chest and looks up to one of Princess Lina's balconies. Her look softens and Emslebeth manages to relax slightly. That icy blue gaze slides back to Ashton. "What brings you to our gardens, Ashton? And how long will you be staying?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:41 pm
As she speaks he smiles and cocks his head to the side, as if making a mental note. He pauses and looks to the sky as she asks her question, he hands reaching up to stroke his chin. "That is a question I am often asked, yet rarely have an answer for. I come when I feel it is time, and I leave when I am no longer needed, or when her belly begins to show." He flashes another smile and laughs. "I jest. I wander, so I shall stay as long as I feel like it or when I am no longer welcomed. Which ever comes first."
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Eviemar Lionheart Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:52 pm
She quietly curses herself for speaking about love. Icy blue eyes then suddenly narrow at the satyr, trying to figure out if his comment on pregnancy was truly a jest or not. Unable to do so, she moves on. "To each their own way of life. I do not live to judge how others choose to make a living lest it should endanger my charge." She nods her head toward Lina's balconies, blond hair sliding along her shoulders. "Perhaps your ways would be best suited to cheering her rather than trying to charm a moody dragoness?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:58 pm
"Oh my dear, The charm is not something that can be stopped just as you can not stop the change of the seasons, It is just a force of nature. Now on your ward, cheering I can do. Nature brings joy to many. Perhaps if she where here basking in the beauty of nature now she would not need as much cheering. Even you seem to have retreated into the mothers fertile fields to relax and feel its warmth, have you not? He strolls around the garden, careful to never move behind the woman's back, always in her sight.
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Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 11:24 pm
A battered and bloody figured stormed into the gardens, his body trembling with rage. Tiamut's eyes shifted as his pupils elongated into reptilian slits. There was a high pitched whistling sound as his large scythe spun through the air implanting it's self in the ground between Emslebeth and the stranger. He got within speaking distance the blood still running down his face. He regarded the intruder and then the she-dragon, her smell causing him to shudder. He stood between the satyr and the general, he quickly brought his broadswords to the ready as his eyes narrowed at the strange man. His back itched and burned where his wings threatened to rip through the skin. "We do not take kindly to intruders in Lord Shiningblade's castle satyr so state your business and do so quickly, lest you lose your ability to speak." He growled, feeling an overwhelming urge to protect Emslebeth and ensure her safety.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 7:50 am
Emslebeth was about to speak when she suddenly stiffens. The sent of male dragon rides the air. A weapon coming towards her puts her on edge, puts her on alert. Seeing where this is going, she moves quickly, getting between the commander and the satyr. Her body is stiff. It is not ideal for her to have a man she still does not know well at her back and even less ideal for her to be so close to the commander right now. "Commander Tiamut... May I introduce Entertainer Ashton. We were discussing improving the princess's mood."
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Eviemar Lionheart Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 9:58 pm
As the scythe strikes the ground before him the nimbly satyr leaps backwards. "Oh may!" He calls out turning towards the approaching man. "I must say, The Fae are never an intruder where the earth still sprouts its life. Mortal kind hold little dominion over this earth." He grins before he carries on. " I will wander these lands long after the rain has turned these stones to sand my dear dragon. But on a lighter note I bare no harm to anyone here. If you took but just a moment to think of my nature you would know that I bring with me only pleasure and good times, not foul deeds. Look to your elder here, she is in heat and raging with emotions and even she did not burst into a furious attack at my entrance. You must learn to control your temper before you do something you would regret." His charming gaze never leaving the man.
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