[Ammanity]

OOC I'm sorry most of it is about her history, it's not as long as it looks! And most of the information about Venetie is unconfirmed. The only thing I'm certain that exists is the creek and Venetie Lake. Nostalgia was not at all foreign to the Nymph; she had grown up with sled dogs all around and had become very much close to each and everyone of them. When one was sold she would grieve for days at their departure, despite knowing that she was likely to see them again, Venetie being such a small village. But the thing that hit her most now, much more than she had expected it to, was her homesickness. Everyday her heart longed to return home. To return and see the chubby, giggling face of her adorable brother, the welcoming and loving embrace of her parents, the soft, silky pelts of the boistrous sled dogs, and, most of all, to see the wonders of Venetie. She would never forget the first time that she had uncovered the secret beauty to her homeland. It was a frosty morning of the second sun of Udes when her father had suggested that the family go trekking. The little Nymph had seen but eight fruitful years and was terrified at the thought of even stepping near a mountain. But after much bribing and encouragement from her parents, she finally plucked up the courage to challenge the wrath of the sinister mountains. Ascending was a slow process, Ammy being so young, but the journey was made. And as she stood atop the mountains, face red, huffing and puffing, a sudden pride filled her heart as her gaze met the sight of the land below her. For as far as the eye could see, thousands of shades of green sloped gently along the landscape like a velvet blanket, dotted with rainbow speckles that bobbed about in an uncanny rhythm. Blotches of dense woodland sprouted from the ground in abundance like measles of the earth, and through them, a creek snaked itself around the countryside, meandering between the woodland and through the valleys. But the cherry of this cake was definately the snow. Even in the Summer, everything was always coated with a layer - be it thin or thick - of snow which glistened silver as the sun's rays reflected it, sending a spctrum of color everywhere. The Nymph had never imagined that there could ever be any place in the world - no, in the galaxy that was as beautiful as her home of Venetie. But it turned out she was wrong. She had yet to explore the whole of Elysia, but the Nymph had let her homesickness take control and her feet were now moving on their own accord. And they had chosen to take her to a humble lake snuggled cosily admidst the towering trees of the surounding forest. She couldn't believe it at first, and her initial reaction was 'Venetie Lake?'. But as she drew closer, her fantasy was broken as it dawned upon her that it was not her homeland, but a place similar - Sitka, many miles due South East of Venetie. She sat there not, on the bank of the lake, hugging her knees with disapointment plastered onto her delicate face. How much she had wanted it to be true. Yes, this alien land was beautiful, but it did nothing to remedy the illness in her heart. 'I need a friend.' She murmered, letting her fingertips touch the water lightly as she trailed them across the blue surface. :: Capricious Dream on Deviant Art :: Dafont :: Celestial Star :: Yui Life Gallery ::

[Inimicus]

Inimicus closes his eyes as the cool night breeze blows his hair back, tonight he left it down, not in his ponytail, it felt more simple...easier. He hadn't been back to earth for a month, and hadnt been back to his Home in Germany yet...he didnt know if he would the pain was still too fresh. He loved Elysia in the short time he had been there, he loved the mix of races, ideas...the rush of conflict and the knowledge he could gain...but Earth would always be his home even if it didnt want him anymore. He always had loved the night, the cool simplness of it destroying the harsh garish nature of the day....convienent now that he was a creature who existed for night. He was a vampire now, but it was lonely...races shyed away from someone who delights in sucking their blood, he couldnt go out in day to visit with old friends...even if they would let him near them...he was alone. He couldnt go back to Germany...not yet...but he had heard that Alaska was a place where it was always cold and it was not hard to find solitude in nature...it was just what he needed. Now as he thinks of his parents, his eyes closed he finally smiles knowing that he is starting to be able to live without them. He opens his eyes and walks towards the silvery blue lake shining in the moonlight. His eyes pick out a figure kneeling at the lakeside playing with the water, he could tell it was a girl...that alone interested him. He slowly walked behind her, his black and silver hair streaming backwards along with his cloak, his leather boots not making a sound on the snow. When he gets nearer, he sees it is indeed a girl...and the most beautiful one he had ever seen, Elder had told him in Elysia there were beautiful races, beautiful women...but he had never had occasion to see what he assumed was a Nymph...her beauty lit up the night more than the moon could. He shakes his head and in a confident tenor voice speaks to her.

Guten Abend Miss, may I join you by the lakeside on this fine evening?

He smiles at her locking his eyes...forgetting completley about his new fangs which glisten in the moonlight.

[Isabella]

Alaska was one of the places that Isabella’s adopted parents had always wanted to take her to. However, they’d never gotten round to it, especially as buying big coats for Isabella to cover up her wings had been hard. But now, she could go anywhere she liked, anywhere she wanted to. She longed to try and do what her parents would have wanted her to. After all, they’d loved her as their own, treated her with so much love that sometimes she’d cried herself to sleep. And then their deaths hit her like an icy snowball, leaving her to register what had just happened and try to get used to the feeling of ice that trickled through her veins like death itself. But now, she was teaching herself that she could fend for herself. A fledgling as she was, she was still beginning to grow up.Isabella was not one to go out in the cold. She hated it. It was like a serpent, frostbite fangs ready to snap at her into paralysis, venom to chill her blood until she longed for a roaring fire and a hot bath. But today, she was prepared. The scarf she wore was thick wool, wrapped around her mouth as well as her neck. On her head was a black woollen hat, underneath it, here fringe and dark brown eyes visible. Red hair splayed over her scarf, on her torso, a trenchcoat that held two purposes: covering up her black wings and keeping her body warm. Underneath that coat was a woollen (yet again) sweater, retaining her body heat. And underneath that jumper was a white shirt, with a black overdress, underneath that, even further, thick, grey, woollen tights. And her shoes weren’t nearly enough helpful, because converse really did not help in keeping her feet warm. But they were one of the only pairs of shoes that she owned, and besides, they looked stylish. One could tell at a glance, that the Anyeli was ready. The coat was causing her much discomfort and pain (not to mention the fact that two odd bumps were there, and the fact that she was worried that black feathers would fall from her), however, and she just wanted to spread her wings and fly. She could fly a mile or so now, but it was hard to gain height. Learning to keep up her weight in the air was pretty easy, taking it higher was not. Maybe this was because she’d never really used her wings as a child.Isabella was uncertain of what to do, but looked about, wondering that if she kept low to the ground, no one would see her. Maybe so. But the two figures down by the lake that shimmered under the moon’s radiance caught her attention, and a scowl crossed her face. Her features relaxed, and she slowly made her way down to them. Maybe they were Elysians. Maybe she could speak to them and maybe try and decide upon that. As she headed down, occasionally slipping on the layer of icing that covered the ground, her breath caught in her chest for a moment. The woman had to be a Nymph, she was as beautiful (not having any wrong thoughts or anything) as Jade had been, her Nymph friend. And the man…. Isabella could tell he was a vampire from the way the moonlight caught on the two fangs inside his mouth. She examined them for a moment, then declaring them non-human (after a quick glance about) pulled off her coat and let it drop to the ground. The lake seemed kind of secluded anyway, for civilisation was quite a distance away, and the fir trees that loomed overhead could protect her. She did a small run and kicked off from the ground, leaping into the air and spreading her wings. They caught the wind straight away, and with a few strained flaps she gained a little more height, flying around the water. The Anyeli was still not brave enough to fly over the water, for fear of falling into the icy depths that lay below. Xanth help her if she did, after the last incident at Lake Geneva. Xanth must have been watching then. It felt great to get into the air once more for Isabella, she could now fly quite the distance, the only thing that troubled her was her landings. She either collided into the ground or landed on her feet and went skidding. Either way, she had to practise them. Noting the place of where her trench coat lay, she flew around the edge of the lake, beating her wings a little strenuously. Occasionally, a black feather fell into the snow, or drifted onto the lake’s surface. This was great. She couldn’t wait until longer distances awaited her.[ Piper's Boutique [x] Aethereality ]

[Ammanity]

OOC: Once again, another pointlessly long ramble about nothing, but merr =P I LOVE man – ponytails, tie it up more often =DDD Loneliness was not a desirable feeling. In fact, it was rather abominable and camaraderie with the callous thing was impossible. But despite knowing this, it was hard to keep oneself from straying from the path of Joy and Gaiety and becoming lost in the deathly wildwood, where Despair and Forlornness gripped you with its meager icy blue claws, and his sharp breath sliced and cut at your skin as it whipped about the fragile pale of your skin. Words of torment and mockery tickled your ear as he whispered, voice oozing with malevolence and menace…useless…rubbish…alone…friendless……only, you didn’t laugh. You couldn’t even feel the tickles. All you could feel was a malapropos prickling, prodding and poking at your raw peachy skin. And slowly, but surely, the optimism of your former self was being sapped away, extracted with the utmost care. And all that was left after every fragment of happiness was drained away, was a delicate shell. Easily broken, at the flick of a finger. But if not left too late, the inhabitant of the shell could be revived – pretty easily at that. But once left too long, the shell begins to putrefy and harden into an ominous sepulcher and there is no resurrection. But Ammy wouldn’t go there, she couldn’t go there; she would lose everything if she did. Her friends, her pets, Erlana, Elysia, her wonderful memories, and most importantly, her family. She didn’t know if she could – no, she just couldn’t survive without her family. Since day one, her family has been behind her, encouragement and criticism of all sorts being thrown in her direction. Even during bad times, it was their love and warm embraces that kept her – and everyone else in the village – going. She was her soul, her spirit, her essence. They were her everything. And to lose them, it was like Death itself had consumed her. She couldn’t not see them all again. The affectionate smile of her doting mother, the loving grin of her cordial father, the energetic waggling of tongues and swishing of tails of the boisterous dogs and, the thing she loved the most, the glowering face of her beautiful younger brother. She couldn’t risk it. ‘Guten Abend Miss, may I join you by the lakeside this fine evening?’ It was a gentle male voice, and not one she recognized (not that there were many voices in the world she recognized). There was a certain serenity in his voice and it seemed genuine, not like that of a savage beast – if they existed. But she doubted it. ‘Sure, be my guest.’ She purred softly, patting the patch of grass beside her as a gesture to say he should sit. She glanced at the images, which rippled gently in the water as a breeze stroked it. It was not a clear image, but from what she could see, the man was wearing a cloak, his traveling attire perhaps. She giggled slightly as images of her child brother running about with a red cape sprung up in her mind. His hair was of a midnight black, silver highlighted his head here and there, stark and clashing against the raven of his hair’s base color. The Nymph’s hair swished lightly on the grass as her head turned and her eyes met the gentleman’s. ‘What a handsome fellow.’ She thought, but crimson painted her cheeks as she did so and a hearty chortle escaped her mouth, followed by a quick vigorous shake of the head. What a time to rememberhim. She looked up again at the stranger. ‘How rude of me. I’m very sorry, Sir. My name is Ammanity Rae, a pleasure to meet you.’ She said, suddenly shy. Her lips creased into a smile as she beamed up at him. It was silly, she knew that, but she couldn’t help it. She noted the pointed teeth which cracked his immaculate row of teeth, but it bothered her not. After all, growing up around ‘vicious’ canines has made her practically immune to bites (she hopes at least) and he does seem genuinely nice to be afraid of. A flicker past her eye and then the sound of wings beating heavily. Ammy wondered what it was at first as her eyes followed the creature around the perimeter of the lake, but as the black shadow drew near the moon found the answer for her. Stroking the airborne individual with her silvery fingers, she saw what could only be described as… ‘An angel?’ She breathed, eyes widening in both shock and fascination. Childhood tales had filled the girl’s mind with many an image, and the angel happened to be one of the creatures of the fantasy world that enchanted her. How wonderful, she thought, it would be to be able to fly. To feel the wind in your face, blowing and pulling about your hair like an invisible scarf must be wonderful. ‘I wish I could fly.’ It was more of a comment for personal benefit rather than an attempt to stir up conversation, but she said it nevertheless. Maybe her companion knew someone who could take her flying one day. :: Capricious Dream on Deviant Art :: Dafont :: Celestial Star :: Yui Life Gallery ::

[Isabella]

The wind that whipped up a red banner in the air as Isabella gained height, steadying herself in the air with her arms, reminded her of the time that her ‘parents’ had taken her up to the Swiss alps before. Isabella had felt so alive up there, full of energy, as if she belonged there. Belonged to the mountains. And she remembered the trail of grey feathers she’d left behind in her excitement. Her enthusiasm. That type of wondrous joy that Elysia gave her, the Dusky Mountains in particular. She was about 8 meters up in the air now, and giggled childishly to herself as she continued to circle the lake at quite a reasonable speed. With each beat, her heart soared, she felt truly as if this was her purpose. Sure, the Nymphs had nature. The demons had their elements, too. The vampires had night. The shapeshifters had their abilities to change form. The dragons had their… whatever. And the Anyeli had the sky. The sky was their own, the place where they could show their inner selves. It was there that Isabella felt the eyes of another on her, and she looked around to see who it might be, only to be so near to the lake that her toes skimmed the water, creating small ripples. She gasped and gained height quickly once more, swerving around into a soft glide so that she rotated 90 degrees, only to be facing the two figures on the other side of the lake. The shore was, what, 10 meters away? That made her heart thud, and to distressingly begin to fly back toward it. A couple of black feathers drifted down- you could tell that she did not want to be over the water, not one bit- and landed on the gentle surface of the clear water, in which the moon was reflected. And now, as Isabella began to near back to her trench coat, it was time for the part that she hated- landing. She was now above the snow, and descending in a crude manner. SNAP. That was very painful, as Isabella snapped her wings shut and folded them across her back, only to fall the last few meters (she had long since abandoned the method of flying to the ground, rather than falling the last bit of ascension), bending her knees and landing on them in the snow. Immediately, icy claws began spreading their way up her legs, the icy claws of Jack Frost. She shivered with discomfort, and stood up, grabbing her trench coat but not putting it back on.Isabella slowly began to approach the two who were about 10 meters away from her, until she was next to the female. “Mind if I join you?” she asked with a small smile after pulling her scarf down, not waiting for an answer, and sitting down next to her with her legs up and her arms around them, coat next to her. Isabella admitted that her attire was very different to the other two’s – her hat, scarf, over dress, shirt, tights and converse, the bloke’s aristocratic demeanour- and the Nymph was the only one who looked normal, in Isabella’s eyes. But then again… Isabella’s clothes were pretty stylish. Besides, Isabella liked how she dressed. Glancing at the male, she arched a thin eyebrow. He was kind of handsome. But too old-looking for her tastes, so that was him crossed off the list of potential crushes. Isabella looked at the girl, and tilted her head, observing the female through deep, brown eyes. “Not to be rude or anything, but are you a Nymph? You seem to be too beautiful to be a human,” she said, heart fluttering to the fact that she could be a really, really beautiful human. Bella’s words were a real compliment coming from her. She never really said that someone was beautiful, or anything, it was always a few words below that, such as, ‘just exceptionally’ or something like that. But still, few things were compliments coming from her. Besides, she could tell that she was the superior here, the more advanced and experienced. That did matter, to her, for Isabella had met few Elysians who had less experience than her. Come to think of it, only one.[ Piper's Boutique [x] Aethereality ]

[Inimicus]

Inimicus smiles as a cool night breeze blows on his face, the frigid temperature, so much at home to him...he had long ago gotten use to the cold in Germany, he had a habit of wearing summer clothes year-round. He closes his eyes inhaling the smell of the area deeply; the cold breeze, the snow, the smell of the water and of the night...yes he could even smell the beautiful flavor of night now, it was odd at first to him but he learned quickly what he was smelling. He opens his eyes as the woman invite him to siy not bothered at all by the fangs glinting in the silver moonlight. He slowly and gracefully descends his cape billowing around his legs forming what is in essence a blaknet. He unclasps the cape from his neck placing the silver emblem in his pocket after a longing gaze at it. The last item with my family crest on it...I will have to go back home sometime to gather more, when the pain is gone. He turns to the Nymph as she laughs, she quickly shakes her beautiful head her hair flying in the slight breeze and tells him her name is Ammanity Rae with a red twinge in her cheecks, she was obviously embrassaed. He smiles, beautiful, accepting, and polite...not often you find this sort of woman he realizes as he gazes into her eyes. Elder had told him that more powerful vampires could influence the minds of people by locking onto their eyes, Inimicus didnt want that but he needed to start realizing how they did...plus her eyes were so beautiful it was hard to look at anything else....Nymph's really were too beautiful. He shakes himself out of his stuppor and clears his throat, he brushes some loose hair back and speaks softly

I apologize Ammanity, I was a bit distracted by your beauty. I forget my manners however, I am Inimicus Malus and it is my extreme pleasure to meet you

He leans towards the nymph, reaching for her hand to place a gentlemanly kiss on it. With a start he realizes they are not alone, in the shining moonlight an angelic figure appears....Hmmm Elder told me about these one, Anthei, Anathi, Anthea...something like that....hmm she looks young, immature at least and inexpierienced, and here she comes... Inimicus thinks to himself as the figure catches the silver moonlight, than catches the snow....head first. Inimicus places his hand on his head in embarassment for the woman and a bit of annoyance and turns to the nymph

excuse me for a moment Ammanity

He rises from the ground and barely takes a step when the woman is asking to sit down and sitting as soon as she asks well that is slightly rude....oh whatever though she just crashed headfirst into a snowbank. He resumes his seat by Ammanity and turns to her and speaks in his soft tenor...odd for a vampire.

Are you alright M'Lady, that seemed to be a very rough crash. I am Inimicus Malus by the way, it is an honor to meet you

He reaches for her hand like Ammanity earlier to place a kiss on it, as he reaches for her hand the moonlight catches his hair and it seems to shimmer oddly in the light. She is beautiful, but the Nymph is something more he thinks. He grins baring his fangs in the moonlight as he thinks.

[Isabella]

Up went Isabella’s eyebrow. Are you alright M'Lady, that seemed to be a very rough crash. I am Inimicus Malus by the way, it is an honor to meet you.Isabella shrugged, as if it were nothing. Which basically, it was. She was just getting used to flying, for Xanth’s sake.“Uhm, I’m fine, just a bit of trouble landing is all,” she replied, shrugging, and before she knew it, he was kissing her hand. She blinked. He seemed to be rather old, as if he hadn’t grew up with the centuries… Or maybe he was sort of young. Whatever. She still hated being fussed over, no matter what. It just wasn’t right. After hearing his name, she looked away for a moment, then back to them both. “I’m Isabella. Isabella Franchino,” she answered using her newfound ability of speaking softly so that she would be able to get along with the two more easily. as it was something that probably came with being an angel. Life growing up with two Italians taught you that you should bear your name with pride. Which was true. Even if her foster parents had not given her the first two names she bore (Isabella Victoria), she still felt they were rather right. She was proud of who she was, even if she was just registering his name. Inimicus. He wasn’t German, was he….? She wasn’t too keen on the Germans, after having been on Earth through WW II even… It sometimes made her wonder if her foster parents had been another species than human, usually. They seemed to be pretty old, as was she (in human years), but had no wings, so obviously, they weren’t demons or Anyeli. Ah well. Their era was over.The cold wind whipped Isabella like a slaver would a slave, leaving gashes of cold on her skin. Jack Frost seemed to think he could do better than he’d already doing better than he’d been doing to her, for occasionally, fingers of ice would spread up her body, crawling through her veins. It was enough to chill her blood badly. There and then did Isabella conclude that she wasn’t coming back to Alaska once more any time soon, in fact, the only reason she came here was to get away from the current affairs of Elysia. Or was it something else? She would have never admitted it, but the only reason she came there was to try and live like she would have been living like if her parents were alive. Memories flashed before her eyes, a vision projected onto the lake from her own head. Memories of laughing. Memories of learning how to disguise her wings. Memories of wondering why she was so different. Memories. That’s all she could think about, all that her eyes showed her. Until she finally sighed and let a single salty tear roll down her cheek and fall into the snow. That was all that she shed, because in her heart, she knew that she should simply move on, and not linger on the past. The past was not something that she’d be unnecessarily revealed, or relived. And, come to think of it, why was she even thinking about this?Better try and forget.Isabella seemed to be wasting a lot of time. Secretly, she wanted to simply fly, but it seemed rude to leave company when one had no reason but a mere longing. At that thought, she folded down a black feather that was sticking up at an odd angle, insulting her appearance. She sighed softly to herself, and shivered, shifting her knees which were under her arms for a moment. Seriously. When she stood up once more, she knew exactly what she was going to do to recover on her body heat – start flying again. Besides. She needed some exercise, to stretch her wings which were just itching to take her into the skies once more. The open skies. The skies of freedom. What could bring her more joy than flying? Nothing, most likely. Nothing could satisfy the whining in her head, except flying. Like she’d told herself once before, she was truly a child of the skies. Ready to take flight at any moment.(OOC: My..... my other table.... what happened to it? ;___[ Piper's Boutique ~ Aethereality ~ DA ]

[Ammanity]

OOC: Sorry, this is a really bad post cause I'm so hyper after shooting another HBP vid The icy breeze was frequent, and, being ridden by an army of browning leaves, it caressed the faces of the unsuspecting individuals as it glided past, numbing their cheeks and freezing their noses. The cold of Alaska bothered most as they frantically pulled at their thick layers of woolen clothing and breathed and rubbed everything together to produce the heat of friction. It was a wonder why some people came to the chilly state if all they were going to do was moan and groan about something so petty. But for Ammy, the weather bothered her not; to her it was just another infinitesimal thing that was prodding and poking at her, trying to catch her attention - after all, growing up in the state has done wonders to give her immune powers against low temperatures. She wondered if her companion minded the cold. 'I apologize Ammanity, I was a bit distracted by your beauty. I forget my manners however, I am Inimicus Malus and it is my extreme pleasure to meet you.' A smile creased on Ammy's face as Inimicus reached out to kiss her hand and she giggled in a terribly childishly manner. It was sweet of him to do such a thing, and also very gentlemen like, so why she laughed, even she didn't know, but she often found the most ridiculous things funny anyway. As Inimicus withdrew from her hand, the Nymph found it the chance to sneak a closer peak at him. From her view, she could see the top of his head much more clearer and the silver hairs that intermingled with the black seemed somewhat...magical. The moon was playing her tricks again and with her palette of silver, she painted the sir's head with silver that sparkled in the moon's spotlight like stringy strands made of glitter and moon dust. It was terribly attractive in comparison to her own mundane raven hair, which she had never dreamed of changing, but after meeting this man, she was having second thoughts. 'No worries, Inimicus, sir.' She grinned amicably and, seeing it as the only thing appropriate, nodded in reply to his kiss - of - the - hand. 'Excuse me for a moment Ammanity.' The Nymph's eyes followed Inimicus as he rose to greet the angelic creature, whose had certainly startled her. She was a pretty creature, her features delicate and genteel - as she expected them to be. “Mind if I join you?" It wasn't a rhetorical question, but it need not an answer, for she invited herself to sit down, with a slightly annoyed Inimicus dropping after her. Ammy didn't mind though; the more the merrier after all! "Not to be rude or anything, but are you a Nymph? You seem to be too beautiful to be a human,” Crimson patches appeared on her pale cheeks again. It was strange being complimented like this, sure her parents used to call her beautiful, but that was different. 'Apparently so. I'm Ammanity, nice to meet you.' A hand would have been offered but it seemed too formal for this little...'gathering'. "I’m Isabella. Isabella Franchino,” Just a nod to acknowledge this as her eyes flickered back to the lake. With her arms wrapped around her knees again and eyelids shut, Ammy added her own harmony to sing with the lake as a soft hum rose into the air and was whisped away into the woodland. Singing in the moonlight was soothing to the soul. How perfect. :: Capricious Dream on Deviant Art :: Dafont :: Celestial Star :: Yui Life Gallery ::

[Inimicus]

Inimicus gazes at the nymph looking at the lake and finds himself lost in his thoughts again. I don't understand this, is it her being a Nymph or am I truly interested in her, I cant stop thinking about her in this moonlight, I can feel the beating of her heart, feel the warmth of her breath and one side of me wants to take her to my dark realm where all is nothing and nothing is everything, I view my curse as a blessing but would she...yet at the same time another, more potent side of me...perhaps my lingering humanity...refuses to let me touch her, I dont want to hurt her, to snuff such beauty so early would be a crime not only to decency but also to love and I am not one to make that choice. I feel her heat, feel the blood moving beneath her skin as I kissed her earlier and wanted to sink my fangs into her soft neck, but at the same time my human side wanted nothing but to be close to her,....I dont GET THIS! Am I interested in her truly or because of her magic! This other girl, nothing, i feel nothing she is good looking yes but not in comparison and I have no desire to feed on her, I dont know if vampires are picky about feeding on those they like but it seems it may be true, and this womans rudeness! She observes none of the niceties and seems unable to simply sit and enjoy pleasent company, well if she wants to leave let her I will at least be a gentleman about it! . Inimicus looks over at Bella and stands, he extends his cloak to her and fishes around in his pocket for a second clasp, not his family clasp to connect it. He extends the clasp and speaks in a soft tenor with a barely concealed note of annoyance

"I understand that in this weather and in your species it may be hard for you to simply sit still, so hear, take my cloak I dont need it, it may help keep you a bit warmer and by all means stretch your wings if that is what feels right to you I am not keeping you here, if you must fly than fly I dont think my cloak will interfere too much and it will keep you warm. "

He sits down again by the lakeside a bit closer to Ammanity than before. Inimicus has long since been impervious to the cold, he loved it, thrived in it, he loved burying himself in snow and jumping out to scare people. The Nymph starts to sing a song gazing at the moonlight dancing on the river and Inimicus smiles, it reminded him so much of a song he had heard long ago. He starts to sing the soft and haunting, yet rather beautiful, melody he had heard as a child along with the Nymph gazing at the moonlight dance on the water surface.

[Isabella]

That was seriously enough to make Isabella’s temper rise. For years, her temper had been bad, and she was quick to be angered. Inimicus did just that. Oh, he wanted to get rid of her, did he? She could play at his game. Just more viciously. One thing about Isabella was that she despised vampires. Blood-sucking -nice person-s, they were! Unless the vampire was really, really nice and gentle or whatever, she did not appreciate them. And Inimicus was certainly not helping to keep her temper at bay. As he stood, she raised an eyebrow. Hopefully, he left. To be honest, she knew he just wanted to be alone with the Nymph (whose name Isabella did not know), but like she was going to let him have that satisfaction. She did say a word, instead simply clenching her fists until her knuckles turned white and she winced. Slowly but gently, she relaxed and calmed down, focusing on the lake. If it hadn’t been for the fact that there was someone else there, she would have probably introduced his face to her fist. How pleasant.To Isabella’s dismay, he did not leave, but instead gave her his cape. She stared at him for a moment, muscles twitching. She’d just -I'm a potty mouth! x_x- regained composure, and how insolent he was. She knew for a fine fact that she could most likely knock him out in a few blows, but she wasn’t willing to try it, for what an example she’d make of herself. She did not, however, make any move to put it on. She would never give him the satisfaction of having his peace with the Nymph. Up went her eyebrow again as he spoke. I understand that in this weather and in your species it may be hard for you to simply sit still, so hear, take my cloak I dont need it, it may help keep you a bit warmer and by all means stretch your wings if that is what feels right to you I am not keeping you here, if you must fly than fly I dont think my cloak will interfere too much and it will keep you warm.Isabella’s fists clenched again. -yoinks- off, were her first annoyed, mental words. “Damn right you’re not,” she answered coolly, saying the phrase ‘I must stay calm’ over and over again in her head. “And no. I’m fine, so you can have your….” Here she gestured to it absent-mindedly. “Cloak thing. And I’m fine for flying. I can do that later.” She flattened down a few feathers indignantly, determined to keep her own dignity and self-respect. There was no way some vampire was going to deter her self-respect and dignity. Especially when she could easily hurt physically a lot more than he could do to her emotionally. Besides, he was really making her temper rise. Not that it was a change or anything, but all the same, vampires were too… arrogant. (That was rich, coming from an angel). She stared at the glistening water, biting her lip. I must keep my head. How she would like to punch him. I must not use violence. Too bad she wasn’t a Nymph. I must compose myself. Therapy was so… dull. It’s all for the best. Wasn’t it? At least it had worked, for she relaxed her fists and laced her fingers together on her lap, muscles twitching a little. Annoying -nice person-.[ Piper's Boutique [x] Aethereality ]

[Inimicus]

Inimicus handed the cloak to the angel and sat down with the nymph humming a song from his childhood as she hummed a different one...it was peaceful and Idelic. Until however he noticed something which made him rather annoyed, he had been able to very faintly hear hearts beating, very faintly and not all the time, but in this case he felt something was wrong behind him. He rose once more and turned to the angel seeing her fists clenched and her obviously trying to calm herself. Further she refused his cloak and swore a little after all he said was if she was so anxious to fly nothing was keeping her here...his patience was nearing the end of its tether and the only reason he hadnt struck her before now was twofold, she was a woman, and Ammy was there. Still at this moment he felt he had to say something, muttering to himself in german

" Insolent wretch this one is. No manner, no civility, and apparently a temper to rival that of a volcanoe....this will come to blows I just know it, i dont like hitting women but I will..."

he than rises and gazes into Bellas eyes locking his on hers his green eyes piercing into hers in his no longer concealed annoyance, his hair is obviously shimmering in the moonlight now though now of its own accord, it seems as if it functions with his emotions. Speaking in a very cold voice that would make a person shiver in the warmest weather

" Ms Isabella, you are being incredibally rude and I personally find it offensive. Since you got here you have ignored no common civility, no manners, and seem unable to just sit and enjoy the peaceful atmosphere. I had little issue with you when you got here, but you have become increasingly unmannered and that offends me at a very personal level. You have no reason to be angry with me yet I have every reason to be angry with you and guess what, I am not yet, I am annoyed but not angry and I have reason to be. So i suggest you douse your firery temper and decide if it is really worth being angry over something you caused on yourself and at the same time learn a few more manners "

Inimicus grabs his cloak and turning bends over to place it on the ground beside Ammanity turning his back on the person he just lectured very sternly

[Isabella]

Isabella thought she was calm. Calm as the ocean. But then, he dared to try and make her feel small, he dare make her try and feel vulnerable? That was it. That. Was. It.Up to her feet Bella got. “ Ms Isabella, you are being incredibally rude and I personally find it offensive.”She snorted derisively, and balanced a hand on her right hip.“ Since you got here you have ignored no common civility, no manners, and seem unable to just sit and enjoy the peaceful atmosphere.”Bella listened to the rest of his lecture, and shrugged. Stupid German moron. “Basically, you deserve it for being such a noble kiss--donkey-.” That was all she said, and before she knew it, she was standing behind him.Smack.That must’ve hurt, for Isabella heard a crunch as her fist met the back of his head. And that wasn’t even her hardest. She wandered back, glaring at the vampire even as she maintained a battle stance, fists clenched and both at her sides. A look of pure hatred was on her face; she could feel her muscles twitching excitedly, ready to create as much pain as she could to the vampire. In fact, if it weren’t for the fact that she wasn’t a -squeal-, she would probably be pummeling his head in already. Her breath was steady, even as the adrenaline flowed through her body like the blood that pumped around with it.Isabella was ready. The only thing she wasn’t ready for was if he did anything to her wings, so she folded them against her back protectively, and if he did…. She’s smack him until he was begging for mercy. But she wouldn’t -I'm a potty mouth! x_x- give him the mercy. Right now, her temper was rising to its very peak, like a volcano ready to erupt. The sooner he tried to hit her, the better. She backed away a little more, keeping a good four meters between them both. She was, right now, happy to take anything he could throw at her. And if he had weapons… she’d spit at him how dishonorable he was. Oh, Xanth help her that he wasn’t.[ Piper's Boutique [x] Aethereality ]

[Inimicus]

Inimicus falls hard into the snow as a hard angel fist makes contact with the back of his head and lights appear before his eyes, he shakes his head in the snow and thinks to himself alright thats it, i get too much derision in this world woman or not I will hurt her now, its not dishonerable he concludes to himself as she attacked him when his back was turned, she started the dishonor so he was going to finish it. He flips onto his feet in a very marital arts style and turns to her his eyes blazing in anger and his hair obviously glowing at this point.

" alright, I tried to be kind, you were rude, I tried to mearly tell you you were being rude and you assaulted me, not only that but you assaulted me dishonerably when my back was turned. Xanth help me but i think I need to try and teach you a lesson "

He reaches down and unbuttons his tunic, with a swirl he hurls it behind him on top of his cape revealing two silver short swords strapped to his naked chest, he draws the swords one in each hand with a flourish and twirls them around, he obviously knows very well how to use swords, he unstraps the sheathes and hurls them behind him as well. He bares his fangs at the Angel as he flips his swords, one facing up, one point down and bends his knees in a combat stance.

" if its a fight you want then lets fight! I am tired of being looked down on for what I had no choice but to be and for the manners which I assoicate with what is required, I will NOT be ignored ANYMORE! "

[Isabella]

Isabella raised an eyebrow as he drew the metals. Wow. What a sad little vampire. In fact, she couldn’t help but snigger a little bit. She still did not lose any confidence; that was what happened when you put Isabella into a fight. It meant bad things. But all the same, she spoke to him such an angelic tone that it could make someone soften up.“Oh, Xanth help me,” she said sarcastically, smiling gently. Her voice was somewhat innocent, yet she spoke with heavy sarcasm. “You would be willing to fight fist with metal? Okay. That’s okay with me. I’ll knock those little teeth right out of your skull. How displeased Xanth will be with you if she finds you tried to murder a poor, innocent girl.” Isabella grinned. He had bared his fangs, but there was still room for amusement with her. She tilted her head, and sighed. She couldn’t wait until he made his move, for she simply stood there, deep brown eyes glinting, not flinching under his gaze but instead returning it with double the venom and hatred. To be honest, she wasn’t too scared. She could always resort to attacking from the sky. That way, she wasn’t in danger of being hit, and could attack with more force. But all the same, she wanted to see how it went when she was on the ground first.“-I'm a potty mouth! x_x- vampire. -I'm a potty mouth! x_x- vampires. You should all just go to Hell!” She scowled, her features darkening, giving her the air of a demon, rather than an angel. This would be interesting.[ Piper's Boutique [x] Aethereality ]

[Inimicus]

When she mentions Xanth Inimicus hisses a bit his green eyes glinting in anger and hatred his fangs glinting in the moonlight as his hair appears like silver flame.

" Never demean the name of Xanth by speaking it with your corse tounge you pathetic excuse for a Canary. You are pathetic, a failed attempt at creating something worthwhile or beautiful because you are neither. You are simply pathetic, a being with less grace than a three legged dog and less intelligence than a flea, all you have is strength and some mistaken sense that you are in anyway superior when in fact you are less than everyother being. Xanth should never have made a mistake like you you pathetic excuse for life! You cling to some idea of being an innocent girl when there were more innocent rapists on earth, Hitler was more innocent than you you pathetic excuse, all that is wrong with society flows in your body. You have no honor, you have no courtesy, you have nothing but a mistaken image in your body your mind and your soul"

he stands his ground mocking her, his swords glinting silver in the moonlight. He thinks to himself how sad this is is, and how painful this is going to be for him...are people really like this, are people really this bad even in this world. He had had some idea that people would be more respectful in this world and he was mistaken. He mutters to himself outloud in german

" Pathetic excuse for a human....figures she is Italian I hated few people but for some reason I hated all the italians I had known, they always felt they were superior or seemed that way, always their noses up like they stepped in something foul when they talked to us germans. We are not Hitler, we were not hitler, many of those who fought for the Nazis fought for their homes and families and not for the ideals but no one understands that, these Italians least of all from my expierience, I am alive for my family and I will show her the true strength of the German People and the true might of XANTH!"

[Isabella]

Isabella shrugged.“Go suck her -donkey-, -squeal-. I feel sorry for the -I'm a potty mouth! x_x- goddess, with someone like you groveling around after her. Do you do that to the Vampire Queen, too? One has to feel sympathy for them both. Besides, don’t insult my intelligence. At least I can mock somebody without kissing someone else’s -donkey- in the meantime,” she said, shrugging once more before leaping up into the air and gaining height of about eight meters. She hovered there in the air, wings beating as she kept her weight in the air. “Besides, my beauty is more reasonable than that curtain you call attire.” Once again, shrugging. She was calm as she insulted him, but inside, she was longing for a good fight. Up in the air, she wobbled a bit, but kept her balance by sticking her hands out to the sides, just off her hips. “Are you going to attack me with your little toys, or what? Or do you want to cry about how Xanth probably doesn’t pay attention to your pathetic spark of life? There are plenty of people in Elysia who also worship Xanth. Who also know that Xanth is our guardian. Do not fool with me, pathetic fledgling. I’ll beat the -zap- out of you.” She concluded her derisive mockery with a small smile, showing her determined confidence. Telling him that she would not take mercy. All the same, she remained air-borne, continually beating her wings in a pattern.[ Piper's Boutique [x] Aethereality ]

[Ammanity]

OOC: Short post, soz. And permish given for GMing ^^ There was a serene feeling about that frosty evening. The gentle evening sounds singing with the melody of the Nymph. The sharp cree - creeing of the cicadas, the soft swish - swishing of the swaying grass and the mellow woosh - wooshing of the wind's breath all came together as the Night's harmony to sing of the lushness and the tranquility that Alaska held in its hands. The moon too was a peaceful soul tonight, keeping her pouch of tricks neatly tucked away while she brought out her plate of beauty to feed to the world. It was flawless scene, so smooth and warm like the surface of pure wax, melting into your hands. But there was something terribly wrong, and it grappled and nagged at the Nymph's pale skin like a disease trying to find an openning to tunnel into and penetrate the oh so irratable health in her cheeks. Her eyes shifted from the lake to Inimicus and then to Isabella. The camaraderie had been easy enough, both parties with goodwill on their lips as they had approached her. But now, in place of the previous felicity, their faces were hard with a harsh austere look as their eyes bored immoral thoughts into each other's heads. Ammy could almost see the energy from their loathing shooting out of their eyes and slicing into the opponent's skin. It was awful and it broke the peace like a spear to a mirror. And to make matters worse, the two had thought it fit that in order to settle their differences, they had to start a fight. An awful crack was heard as the Anyeli had thrust her fist into the back of Inimicus' head, followed swiftly with an equally horrid 'thud' as the Vampire sunk into the snow. Panic pumped in the Nymph's heart as she bent over the fallen man's head, she knew the ingury wasn't anything too serious but that crack to the head had sounded painful and her initial reaction was to check if he was okay. She placed a hand on the back of his head, feeling for any blood. She remembered there was one time when Karlinos, one of the lead sled dogs, had gotten into a fight with another of lead dogs and had a patch of fur and skin ripped off the back of his neck. It was gruesome to look at and she had been promptly sick afterwards. But luckily for her and him, there wasn't a drop in sight. His next movement was quite sudden; springing up from the ground, he rather startled the Nymph and she withdrew her hand quite swiftly. It was quite bizarre watching the Vampire undress, and rather appealing, for she had never really seen anything of the sort - body wise that is. Sure she had seen her brother running around topless, but he was three and her brother for godness sake, even her father didn't go round topless. This was certainly something new to Ammy. Two swords sheafs hurled at her and she narrowly missed a thwack to the head as she broke from her trance. Gathering the two sheafs, she placed them on the Vamp's tunic and watched, eyes glinting with worry, as the pair readied themselves for battle. The pair were in full fighting spirit now, and for some reason, they didn't seem to be very reluctant to rip each other's head off. Thinking rather rashly, the Nymph sprung forward, knowing she was in as much danger as the two warriors themselves were, and placed herself between the two. 'Stop it!' She cried, stamping her foot down and clenching her fists together so tightly together, the bones might snap under the pressure. 'Stop it!' She repeated. 'Why are you fighting? It's stupid; nothing's going to come out of stabbing and killing each other but a guilty conscience.' Her words were firm but inside, she wobbled as she spoke. Slowly, she paced to Inimicus' side and placed a delicate hand on his bicep. She was well aware that he may just lash out and lob her head off, but she had her Nymph's beauty on her side, and for the sake of peace and harmony and whatever, she had to take advantage of that. 'Please stop. Put them down.' Her eyes looked with his, innocent and naive as she stared. Ammy had never considered herself ditzy, but she really could not understand what had provoked the two. It was a cloak that started it, perhaps Isabella didn't like cloaks? But whatever it was, she hoped she could stop this before it went too far. :: Capricious Dream on Deviant Art :: Dafont :: Celestial Star :: Yui Life Gallery ::

[Inimicus]

Inimicus was about ready to jump into the air and sink the silver metal into the flesh of the angel, a fate she so richly deserved.

is this what the people of this world are like, is this what all of them are like, uncivilized vagrants with no manners, who swear and insult a goddess when it suits them, who attack someone when they were the ones doing something wrong and not the person they assaulted, well at the very least there will be one less person like that in this world

He moves his right leg forward to jump into the air when Ammy rushes in front of him, she was a brave girl he had to give her that, running into the middle of a battle with no regard for her own welfare, hmmm beautiful and brave he thinks to himself. She puts a soft delicate hand on his arm and begs him to stop

ah those eyes...that voice...hmmm...maybe I have been a bit rash, i am not in the wrong...but for her I will let this go, she is a woman that brings much credit to her gender...

He looks upwards one last time at Bella before placing his swords in the snow up the the guard, the silver blades sinking into the snow and the ground like a hot knife into butter. He reaches to try and hold Ammy's hands speaking in a slightly softer voice to her, at the same time turning his back (once again how stupid) on Bella.

" I have very little of a conscience left and what little I have is arguing with my blood lust...but you are right, I will not bring more shame to my race and culture than we already have on our backs. You are right Ammy, I will let this be, I cannot abide dishonerable actions and I cannot abide rudeness of the level she has shown but yes...for you I will stop this tonight...I hope I can salvage a bit of this evening with you "

[Isabella]

The adrenaline and anger that raced through Isabella’s body at that moment was awfully frightening. The blood that ran with it was hot, her face showing the malice and hatred that she was issuing into the environment. And then, something that really -yoinks- Isabella off happened. The Nymph stepped in. Seriously. No -I'm a potty mouth! x_x- Nymph was going to stop Isabella from reaching her target. Nothing. Once she had her mind set on getting her satisfaction, there was barely any stopping her. Although, she had her weaknesses, but of course, a Magician never reveals her secrets. How she would like to beat up that damned vampire. Knock out his brains. But Hell, she didn’t want to displease Xanth so much as to that extent. Nah, she’d have to settle for a blow or two to his stupid face. Stupid vampire, with his stupid aristocratic clothes, and his stupid -donkey--kissing nature, and his stupid silver hair, and his stupid fangs…… Bella was now in auto-pilot, her wings beating seemingly of their own accord. True, her hatred was strong; she was easily drawn to make enemies with someone. I hope I can salvage a bit of this evening with you.The Anyeli rolled her eyes, and before she knew it, she was landing, this time rather well, save for a messy bend of her knees. “Oh, -yargh- you! Xanth, help me! Do I have to listen to this -I'm a potty mouth! x_x- whining of yours? Go suck her -I'm a potty mouth! x_x- -donkey- if it pleases you! Is this how you were brought up in the world? Thinking, that it was respect? No, it’s -I'm a potty mouth! x_x- groveling! Is this how you treat Xanth? Is this how you treated the Vampire Queen? Is this how you think you’re going to be liked in this world? There are people who despise people like you. People like me!” By then, Isabella was yelling. Yelling out what she thought of him. He brought more shame to the Vampire race than they had in the first place. Isabella knew there were vampires who should have respect, vampires like how she portrayed the Vampire Queen to be. At least they showed their true colours, whether they had a fiery temper like Isabella or had done things they weren’t proud of (like drinking blood) but wouldn’t deny anything of the sort. People who earned their respect and friendship through who they were.Isabella had been told many a time about her temper. “Oh, isn’t she adorable. Too bad she has a nasty temper.” She’d heard that too many times to count as a child, but who could blame her when there were a Hell of a load of people like Inimicus? It took her a while to register what happened next. It seemed that her brain had clicked on that Inimicus had his back to her, for suddenly she was lunging, whipping up a rock-hard fist that met the back of his head once more in a crack. And when she looked at the damage, she backed away. It was only a minor injury, something that could be healed in a matter of days (or less!) but something that looked a little on the painful side. Isabella wasn’t going to stay here anymore. Seriously, she finally came to realize that although she was stronger than him, he still had swords. And she’d never been stabbed before. It just so happened that it would probably be the most painful experience in her whole life. She looked at him, and although it wasn’t to his face, he would probably hear her words. “-yargh- you, Inimicus.” And that was it. She was once more taking off into the sky, into the pitch black of night, her wing beats strained with the way she was shaking with fury. As of that night, her and Inimicus were enemies. And the next time they came face to face, she was not going to be restrained, in Elysia or not. As Isabella landed near the portal, not all that far away from the two, she stopped in her tracks to spin round and make a rude gesture to them both with her hand. How pleasant of her. That was what you got with a one hundred and more old Anyeli who was with the times a Hell of a lot. Then, she turned on her heels, snow flying, and stepped through the portal. (Gmod with permission ^^)[ Piper's Boutique [x] Aethereality ]

[Inimicus]

That hurt, a lot...I really need to stop turning my back on people who obviously want to hurt me, i put too much store in Honor and the assumption that people will have it...ow my head....-swear- angel...ow she has a hard fist, I am going to need to discuss something with Xanth so that if need be I can avoid situations like this ow ow ow...I think im just going to lie here with a nice concusion for a while...

are the last thoughts before Inimicus blacks out, seriously, there are only so many times an already physicaly weak person can get punched in the same spot in the back of the head before it has an impact, and two seems to be the limit fo Inimicus. He had turned his back on the angel to talk to the nymph whom he actually cared about and the blood thing had punched him in the back of the head AGAIN. Red hot pain shot through every nerve as he had hit the cold snow, it felt like a welcoming blanket as his body sank into it going rather limp, his hair nocked out of its ponytail was splayed infront of him like a funreal shroud. He liked the snow, and in this situation it felt quite nice to him. This was really going to be bad if he couldnt get back to the portal before daylight...he hoped before blacking out that the snow would at least do him the favor of covering him up so the suns rays didnt bake him like a bad cut of pork. He tries to shake off the coming darkness in his head, but he is weak, the change made him even weaker than a human despite how vampires seemed in movies from earth they were not strong at all to start and a teenage in a bad mood could easily deal with one. His attempts to shake it off fail and he falls back into the snow, he thinks his last thoughts and sinks into the dark pall of unconciousness swearing vengance on that angel before sinking in.