.::Temple of Turmoil::. ~Enter if you must.~ [Open]

[Nashawryn]

Awaking suddenly, she rolls out of her bed and thuds to the floor. Shaking her head a little she gets up and puts her clothing and belt on. A small sigh escapes her lips and she slinks from the room into the hall, then off to the smithy. Stealth brings her there quietly, slipping in the door and shutting it without noise.

Rubbing her eyes for a few brief moments to get the sleep out of them before starting to work. She moves over to where the fire burned so brightly last night, and bathed her in it's heat. With a hum of satisfaction she sorts through some of the coals left over, then picks one still semi warm. Bringing it over to her bench she starts to compress it till it is but a thick drawing tool.

Pulling out a clean piece of paper, she starts drawing. Slowly as she works, a familiar weapon appears through her skillful hands. A scythe, weapon of the peasants more often then not, reputed to also be used by Death to take a victim to the underworld. A fleeting smile passes her lips as she finishes the sketch, for she is undecided about making it or not, only knowing she woke from a dream of it, and that sword she desired to make for her Master at one time.

Lifting her head at the reminder of her master, she bares her teeth, remembering that he spent the night with Riinsha. Her fingers tighten on the coal and the paper, almost cracking one, then wrinkling the other and almost tearing it. Jealousy surges through her at the facts she cannot change. There must be a way to get the other out of her path towards Hail, her Master...  

[Nashawryn]

(( is there a particular reason nobody has posted in here in four days?))  

[[Estelle]]

((Estelle has meant to read all the posts since she last posed, but has been lazy. She'll get to it tonight or tomorrow...or soon...))  

[Chansler]

[Heh. I have not been posting for the while due to sickness. Three days I have been feeling dizzy and... Well..... Sickysick. ;.; Should be posting tomorrow hopefully!]  

[nessy]

((Because unless Riinsha runs away from Hail, she can't reply to Zarshiey. That, and my dad is visiting, I have to straighten out some things at school, and I have a trip next week.

^^;

Life sucks.))  

[Nashawryn]

((I'm just bored is all. Faekats is the only place I actually get to rp on gaia at. My other pets don't need RP, so hardly anyone who owns one of them RPs.))  

[Nothing Yet]

((Keep in mind, too, that FaeKats are not RP required in the slightest. 3nodding

Hm...*debates* ))  

[Chansler]

[Once today isn't so tattered up with business, I will post. XD]  

[[Estelle]]

Morrissa had long since left the temple in a snap. The drama between the females was not in her taste at all. She much preferred it when females minded their own business. No matter how much they competed, Morrissa knew Hail would pick the one he wanted if it came down to it. Chances wewere, Morrissa would return later after the temple had cooled down.

((I'll post again sometime...with Del...I promise!))  

[Nashawryn]

((Is it just me or has the temple died?))  

[Chansler]

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[nessy]

((Yes, my trip came at a REALLY bad time for the RP here. But thassok, ya'll love me anyway!))

Blinking slowly, she sat up from the warm, plush bed she'd spent the night in...and realized that her beloved god was missing from the room. That was not good. Especially with that little slut still roaming around.

Smiling to herself, she stretched. After last night, and what Hail had finally asked of her, the maedra was no threat. But still. The harpy was still a distraction.

Hearing the roar from out in the temple, she shook her head. No need to yell, when a good explosion usually quieted the populace down.

"Angelique...lady to the God of Destruction..." She shook her head in what could only be awe. She had a dark heart, but every one of her race deep inside longed for the honor she had been bestowed with.

And she adored him. Indeed, quite more than she had planned.  

[Nashawryn]

Zarsheiy stoped her sketching as she heard Hail yell to all that Rinn was his queen, his angelique. She sighs, bends forward and snarls to herself, tail lashing behind her. What had gone so wrong? How had this come about so quickly? She hadn't even had time to persue him and now what little heart she had lay broken at his words. No matter. She would do her duty and continue on. Perhaps some day she would work up the courage to leave Him and find another Master to serve and worship. Packing her bags wouldn't take very long, after she'd had much experiance in quick packing on her trip here to find Him.

(stupid quote thing >_<)  

[Chansler]

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[nessy]

Noticing her rival's packed bags, she couldn't help but give a small, tight smile. There was one she wouldn't miss, though it might be a bit boring around here with nothing to blow up but rocks.

She stepped up close to her lord, smiling up at him fully. "You aren't going to let her leave, are you my lord? Surely that's a betrayal!" her tone was a bit on the edgy side, the tang was evident for anyone who knew what to listen for.

As she spoke she inched closer. She may have become his queen, but she was still fiercely protective of that kind of attention.