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[O]  Audiance

Offline Ora Mistique Oct 26 2020, 10:36 PM
#1
  • Khogate
  • Age: 28
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Dire
  • Rank: Sovereign
  • Total Posts: 3
  • Played by: Noella
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Ora loved her human form almost as much as she loved humans themselves. She had to admit and convince herself that despite the dislike of the idea, she had allowed herself to accept the human part of her, a gift from the Gods as she knew it. Many times she wondered what Fenrir himself, the Wolf God would make of his people who now turned into human at will, but that was the Gift. A camouflage wolves didn't always have to love, but accept the ideal advantages it brought them.

Ora had used her human form as a play in her Hunts for the weaker human race. How vulnerable they were, and yet, their machines and experiments left the Dire population dwindling. In the last year of Oras rule, she decreed the Hunt, an annual thing by which her people were free to hunt...and to eat...the Human race. The Eximius left a sour taste in her mouth and with their tainted blood roaming The Holy Land, Ora could not bare to see them eat the food her people hunted, nor interact with those of Dire, thus she added them to the hit list as well.

Even now, in her human form, magenta gaze burning into the wooden walls of one of the largest treehouses of Tal'Tuk. She awaited news from an outside contact, someone of Dorsum, who she would send back to Dorsum with her thanks. Her wolf blood stirred as impatience naggednat her mind and limbs, urging the Sovereign into action, to hunt the Messenger if her had strayed too far...
Offline Skoll Oct 29 2020, 6:33 PM
#2
  • Khogate
  • Age: 20
  • Gender: Male
  • Race: Human
  • Rank: Kin
  • Total Posts: 12
  • Played by: Maddy
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The forests haven't been the same since that day. His left hand, now permanently marred by the actions of the witch, prevents him from traveling freely in his shape-shifted form. It is a nagging hindrance that he still has not been able to overcome. When he was first given the gift of shapeshifting - a blessing from his Gods to allow him to wear their skin - even learning to walk upon four legs had been a challenge. But over time, it simply became a way of life for the then-young boy, and he cherished the ability deeply.

Skoll glances down at his hand, silver eyes tracing the jagged folds of skin that used to be his middle and ring finger. Both had been cut down to where they connected to the palm of his left hand, kept as a token of payment for the witch who ultimately saved his life.

He spends much of his time now in the capital city, where he is easily able to traverse the well-worn roads and continue to interact with the wolves that he calls kin. As he lifts his head, dark brown hair shuffling out of his eyes, he can see that the Sovereign has made her presence some distance away, her gaze fixed upon one of the larger structures of Tal'tuk. She is alone, but it appears she is waiting on someone or something - of whom or what, he is unaware.

The banished Prince had been privvy, once, to the inner machinations of the pack and the intimate business of its Sovereign. He had once been referred to as family, as blood of the Sovereign who called him a child of her own. His eyes turn downwards ever so slightly at the thought, his chest tightening at what he has lost. So much. So, so much. Everything.

And yet he presses on.

"Sovereign," he calls out to her, still some distance away. Were he able to take on his shifted form, he would bow as he approached; alas, dropping unto his knee will have to do. With his head lowered, he asks, "Are you well?"
Offline Ora Mistique Oct 29 2020, 7:54 PM
#3
  • Khogate
  • Age: 28
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Dire
  • Rank: Sovereign
  • Total Posts: 3
  • Played by: Noella
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Oras powerful gaze, shifts to the voice who addresses her, dropping slightly to eye the young man who now knelt before her. She shifts her gaze away from him while she answers his question. "I am well." She had expected another, but she couldn't ignore the tasks she had given him a day prior and wanted to know what news he may of had for her.

Skoll held a history with the previous Sovereign and Ora, in exchange for Skolls services to anything she needed, had agreed to let the human remain within her ranks, despite her own point of view on the idea of a human living among her kind. Since then, Skoll hadn't disappointed her, but she still felt his allegiance hadn't been truly tested.

The Lady rose to her feet and smoothed her clothing before signaling a hand for the man to rise. "Glad to see you, Skoll." She said after a few moments. "I trust your travels went well." She remained oblivious to any struggles that Skoll might present to her, her eyes still examining the place she pointedly want to move to, but still expected the messenger of the Man she wanted to personally thank for his contributions to Kho'Gate. The Dorsum Lord would leave her unhappy if he never responded. "Any news of the other Nations?" She asked finally. She sat back down, deciding she would wait a while longer, pouring more tea for herself. "Take a seat." She instructed after a thought.
Offline Skoll Oct 31 2020, 4:48 PM
#4
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  • Age: 20
  • Gender: Male
  • Race: Human
  • Rank: Kin
  • Total Posts: 12
  • Played by: Maddy
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The Sovereign responds with something of a stern swiftness, but her tone of voice does not surprise him. In contrast to those whom had come before her reign, it is well known that Ora Mystique bore no kindness towards humans nor their mutant creations. What an unfortunate coincidence it was that before her knelt the first born son of not only the man whom orchestrated genocide against her people but also who had helped to spawn the Eximius that were built to hunt them.

Alas, the Sovereign of Kho'gate is hand chosen by none other than the old Gods themselves. It is no coincidence that they have given the Dire a leader borne with a thirst for human blood and a fire for vengeance. Many speak that this is their will - their best laid chance at reversing what damage his kind has caused. And by the grace of the Gods themselves, she has gifted him the opportunity to remain among the wolves that he loves and the land he has called home for more than half of his life.

"As well as it could have," he responds on the heels of a heavy breath, his left hand outstretching once more as if to emphasize his handicap. "I can't get about as quickly as I would on four legs, but I am still able to teleport." Were he not blessed with such magical ability, his capacity for travel would be severely limited and painstakingly lengthy.

She wastes no time jumping straight into business - the task that she has given to him. She settles into her surroundings, directing him to sit, and he follows suit. "The nations are quiet... eerily quiet. There is talk that Ballasburn and Giruvaga are still without leadership. It may not bode well for them... I suspect Hati would not let such an opportunity pass her by." He need not elaborate further. An empty throne - or in this case two - that reigned over some of the strongest creatures in Gil'ead would be a wealth of opportunity to the Svalbarðian Queen.

And if she were to take hold of the Eximius once more, it could easily mean the end to any enemies of Svalbarð.
Offline Ora Mistique Nov 10 2020, 2:26 AM
#5
  • Khogate
  • Age: 28
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Dire
  • Rank: Sovereign
  • Total Posts: 3
  • Played by: Noella
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His responses were appropriate, measured enough for comfort before his Mistress. Ora could not sense any weakness in Skoll, but the obvious scars his arm bear. The idea of the very heir to the throne of Svalbad in her wing amused her. She didn't cottle him; he knew his way about the land of Kogate as well as traditions. He reminded her almost daily how useful her was and the present moment itself bore enough evidence for a sensible regard.

The woman sipped her tea, considering Skolls words with mild interest. Two nations without a ruler posed a mild opportunity. "Ballasburn can rot." She responded bluntly, stirring more sugar into her tea. Though she digressed to, "I have not been to Giruvaga, perhaps they are a people who may friend or foe. Regardless, talk of those who have traveled there tell me they fly on magic horses, what do you think of that?" She grunted, standing suddenly, the idea of another using the services of a beast to move about the lands they live upon. Ora had never ridden a horse, carriage or gone far even on two legs. She preferred four and service of her own wings to carry her weight. Not the weight of another supporting hers.

She wouldn't wait for him to speak. Politics of the lands abroad seemed suddenly boring to her. "What if the preparations for this years Hunt?" She craved blood and it had been nearly a year already since the last hunt and Ora sensed her lands needed to be cleansed once again of those who lack in True Blood of the Dire.