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[thalassino]

Characters: Vatheon
Location: That Castle
Time: Evening, on Sunday
Style: Any
Status: OPEN. Threadjack, threadhop, spam away!

[ Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen of Vatheon— whatever your newfound stature may be, Prince, Princess, Knight, or Peasant, you will all receive a message on your SFC on the eve of Saturday regardless:

You are cordially invited to the castle for this evening's ball. In addition, you are all welcome to try and solve the riddle if it fancies you. It just may break the curse!

The invitation is unsigned, but its intentions are clear. Maybe you hadn't quite noticed the sizeable castle in the distance of the city that had sprung up, but this message would surely garner your attention toward it now.

Should you arrive at the castle, plenty of attractions await you:

Ballroom ❧ A very large and beautiful ballroom is lighted up, complete with a playing violin orchestra. While the curtains will be drawn during this event, there is a windowed view and exit on one side of the ballroom that leads to:

Smee's Rose Garden ❧ A broad and colorful spanse of a garden, complete with many paths and turns. Plenty of roses are arranged in great arches, which provide perfect little places should you need some privacy with your sweetheart. Anyone familiar will even tell you that the garden was purposefully designed for just that sort of thing.

The Riddle ❧ There is an inscription located on a noticeable plaque set in one of the garden's benches. It reads:

Two are necessary to break this curse
Riled up, upset, what kind of love?
Only this kiss will stop it from getting worse.
Look for a winged one is push comes to shove,
Look for a glance slightly dark,
Search for a pair in reluctant love.
One answers a call; that's your mark;
One longs for patria though adverse.

Dining Hall ❧ Connected to the ballroom is an extremely long hall that stretches as far as the eye can see, elegantly arranged as the dining area. Expensive and exquisite cuisine seem to be on the menu— try something new? Chances are you won't be eating from a selection such as this again anytime soon!

Dais ❧ There is a noticeable raised dais that is easily visible via any area within the ballroom. It's locked off from guests, though— what is it for...?

Do enjoy. ]

Comments

[rebull]

[No they are not.]

[He watches quietly, a soft whine almost starting in his throat as he gets anxious for this to hurry up, wanting to jerk his paws away and run off. The blue blood strikes him though, again he remembers... His mind returns the to the lock of hair tied about his tail and he slowly starts to remember more and more.]

[A swallow, heavy in thought until he finally feels himself lifting up and he tenses. Various squeaks and snarls leave him as he wiggles and jerks in Darkleer's grasp, his paws tight on Darkleer's finger, disregarding any red blood from gushes from the cuts in his fur.]

[A growl before sinking low, ears back, eyes glaring upwards at the other before seeing the small trickles of blue on his arms. He clenches his teeth a little more, swallowing before trying to calm down, even if he stays just as physically tense.]

Y-y-y- Damnit all! Yes, I-no, I... Fuck. I'm fine, just put me down...

[aim_exorable]

[No, he is not fine at all. Darkleer can smell more than his own blood in the air. But for all that he wants to tell this foolish little creature to calm down and cease wiggling so he can take care of those bandages...]

[He doesn't. He can't. A fox and a centaur, now if that isn't one of the most foolish things...]

[So, silently, he just lays down the squirming fox down and pulls back his hands, not noticing when he smears the blood along one forearm as he rubs the skin there. Unsure of what to say, he says nothing at all.]

[rebull]

[A huff.]

[At least he can feel ground under his hind paws now, thank goodness. Lysunder, remembering his name for the time, does his best to calm down as he starts, feeling his body want to quickly run off in some direction as quickly as he can but he stops himself, looking at his fur around his paws and seeing the some specs of blue there.]

[He winces, slowly looking all the way up to the other with a rather sullen look on his face. This isn't right...right, this- He should stop being an idiot right now.]

...Darkleer. [Hie ears lay back.]

Darkleer listen...

[aim_exorable]

I believe we agreed to not speak with one another, did we not?

[It hurts to say, but it's true. They made an agreement, the two of them. The first occasion, it was nothing but an accident, or at least he so believes. But this... No, they cannot continue. What is an oath when the necessary actions are not taken? It makes nothing more than meaningless words. For some reason, the idea of that losing purpose hurts, although he can hardly understand why, his memories fogged.]

[So he looks away, wishing the mice had not braided his hair back away from his face. It leaves him vulnerable and open, and he wishes he could do something to hide his eyes.]

[The fox's presence is harmful at this point, with all that has been said and done between them, and he cannot stand it.]

[rebull]

No, you're right, w-we. We shouldn't. But have to now, about something just.

[Hell... he really doesn't know what to say right now, but. That damn riddle. He... he can't stay like this, he can't be a fox and if that riddle is really about him, then it perhaps is about Darkleer as well. 'Glance slightly dark'. It was worth a shot. Better than staying like this forever. Summoner scowled, looking down and taking a deep breath.]

I'm not Reynard. I'm not... a fox... I don't have a wife or a nephew, and my only enemies are highbloods, not beasts and creatures. [Another swallow, saying the words for himself rather than Darkleer.]

Lysunder. I... I was something else when we agreed to not speak ever again, not this furbeast. So we can speak as we are now, as things other than what were were when we, when... when I made that choice..

So just... please agree to meet me later, for a final talk. As you did when we were both horned and I still had orange running through my veins. [Swallow.]

I'll meet you at the dais in a few hours time... [And with that, no longer looking at Darkleer, Summoner bows his head, standing on his hind legs, and then moves to all fours, fleeing.]

[aim_exorable]

[Something 'just'? What would warrant them to speak again? Almost reluctantly, Darkleer listens, his ears laying down low almost in apprehension. The more he speaks, the more something nags in the back of his mind. Multiple things, as a matter of fact, that which he had perhaps been almost too eager to forget.]

[He called him a coward, once, and perhaps it was true... No, it was, no denying it, because he had perhaps wanted this life where past mistakes did not seem to carry quite the weight they were supposed to because the fairytale life was not like the harsh cruelties of an Alternian one, and he had so preferred to be the father to those two boys instead of an exile tormented by decisions he could no longer change.]

[He listens, and he remembers, and he finds himself wondering if it is really so easy, now, to say that with their forms changed like this, past agreements mean nothing.]

[Does a change of appearance really do anything at all?]

[As Reynard- Lysunder, Summoner, Cavalreaper- flees, Darkleer finally forces himself to speak.]

Very well.

[He waits until he can see no more red fur and hears no more rustling in the bushes before he looks down at the blood smeared along his arms. Faintly, he realizes he will have to clean these wounds that he has earned from reaching to Lysunder. Clean them, bandage them, and continue on with the night until he sees the other once again.]

[How symbolic.]

[He bites back a bitter laugh.]