Arasmus is a Magister, and holds every Grimoire that is currently available--therefore his max Grimoire level is Grimoire Epsilon.
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"One day, the world will worship me."
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Blutsauger
132 Yrs
Impoverished
Single
Left Hand
Walking Staff
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Sept 23, 2018 12:49:37 GMT -5
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Post by Arasmus Nyler on Jul 16, 2018 20:07:24 GMT -5
Eloise St. Germaine was warm against his chest, struggling to get away. But he had her. And he wanted nothing more than to hurt her, to show her exactly what kind of pain her father had caused him, by ripping his people's children, their wives, and their husbands away... He wanted to show her how the Left Hand dealt with pain. It did not matter that he would be teaching her that her father was right to massacre his kind, no--he wanted revenge. He needed to hear her whimper in pain, to hear her beg for mercy--forgiveness. He would never forgive her, though. Did it matter to him that she was not the one to forgive? No... Her family had destroyed his. And they would pay. He had teleported them from right outside her bedroom door, into the center of the holding cells, which were well-established by this point. They had never had a visitor, though. She was the first... and honestly, these cells had been created just for her.
The cheers of his people, what remained--some old, most new--were not heard. His dark hues had wandered to her face, taking in her dark hair, the pale complexion of her skin... Her heat and his thudded in unison, like two halves of a whole, and then his stopped. His breathing stopped. Dark eyes glazing over, he could only stare as his heart fought to find its rhythm once more, starting again too quickly--and then slowly slowing back to its natural, slowed pace.
Thump-thump... Thump-thump... Thump.
He blinked slowly, and tightened his hold on her. He was never going to let her go... Not now, not if her father pleaded, not ever. Her family could suffer in an entirely new way... Knowing she was with him--the rumors surrounding Arasmus Nyler (honestly, the Nyler family as a whole) were definitely terrifying; enough so that he was a wanted man just for existing; well, okay. The king may have started the massacre, but the fact that Arasmus Nyler and the rest of the Nyler family stood against that attack...
If he could have found himself, he would have smirked at the thought. It had enraged the old coot. However, he was not yet in control of himself. It was not until the girl screamed that he snapped out of his daze, almost dropping the struggling princess in the second it took him to rightly come to.
Aramus's family, well really the group he led, were staring at him curiously. There was Lucretia Sage , watching him silently, worry in her eyes. She seemed to be wondering if he was injured, or if something was wrong. There were children, staring in wonder, and in fear, at the princess, herself. And then, his fellow Blutsaugers, the few that had survived the massacre all of those years ago, were smirking. The younger Blutsaugers appeared to be confused. He unceremoniously ordered his people out, breathless as he spoke. He could not breathe--the girl was the cause. After over one-hundred years, had he really found her? After thousands of women, hundreds of men, had he... finally... find the other half of his heart? That must be what this was; he had only heard it spoken about a few times. Most of his family had been unable to find theirs... the few who did, rarely were they Blutsauger. He had dreamt, and hoped... Slowly, the Magister settled the princess onto her feet. He was much more gentle with her than he had previously been, just getting her to his home. She would not, of course, know where they were. By teleporting, she saw only darkness until they had come through, and then they had come through in the cells she would call home. At least, until she loved him. Until he could trust her. If he could turn a princess against her kingdom, especially the one set to take the Crown... Magic could rule once more, or at least... be accepted again. But she was probably warped, and shattered--destroyed by her father's thoughts.
Softly, he spoke: "This is where you will stay." He nodded to an open cell, quite lavish for a cell, actually. It had a very nice bed, drapes over the cell bars themselves, a chamber pot in one corner. It was bare, but still quite lavish. He could have thrown her on the floor and told her that was where she would be staying. But no, Aramus was not... a brute. Not exactly.
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"A leader is a dealer in hope"
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Human
33 Yrs
Nobility
Single
Crowned PRincess
None
720 Bolts
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Grant
Dec 6, 2018 7:04:44 GMT -5
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Post by Eloise St. Germaine on Jul 16, 2018 20:40:26 GMT -5
One second she was just outside the door of her room, being told everyone was being evacuated due to an invasion...the next second she was encompassed in darkness and in the guard's arms. What happened?! Had the lights gone out? No...it didn't feel quite right. Instinctively she pressed herself into the guard's chest without any shame. She was small and weak and in this situation utterly useless, this guard was highly trained and prepared for this sort of a situation; dedicated to the kingdom and her protection as its future. She had no reason to not trust him as she tucked her head beneath his chin, squeezing her eyes closed.
Suddenly there was cheering.
Eloise whipped her head around, staring in shock at...where was she? Dread sunk into her core, twisting her stomach into knots. Who were these people? Why were they cheering at a time like this? She looked up at the guard and suddenly...he wasn't a guard. Her eyes widened as she held his gaze. He was a man she did not recognize or know. The blood rushed from her face and for a moment she felt her heartbeat quicken. Terror now gripped her as she realized that she had been tricked. Eloise wasn't stupid or completely out of the loop. Her family had enemies, especially in the last twenty years. The inexplicable occurrences could only have been caused by one thing: magic. It wasn't her intent to scream, but she did, immediately shoving herself away from this strange obviously magic using man. But it was pointless. She may as well have been trying to push a stone wall over.
He moved forward, carrying her into a tunnel. Eloise still wasn't confident of where she was, having never been outside the city proper. Tears sprang to her eyes for a moment - just a moment - before she made herself regain control of her emotions. She may be facing her death but she was the Crowned Princess of Khandor. She would not act in an undignified manner in the face of her enemies.
She was set in a room that was...crude frankly by the standards she was used to. Her lips pursed as she straightened, taking a few steps away from him in her bare feet, just to get some distance from him. Eloise turned to him head held high, fists down at her sides, pulling herself as much to her full height as possible - nothing compared to him - looking as dignified as one could in lace lined pantaloons, camisole, and silk robe. "Absolutely not! You will release me at once if you wish to survive such a crime!" She said, her voice steady, strong, sure, oddly commanding for one so young. She certainly had been told she would make a good Queen some day for her natural command.
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Arasmus is a Magister, and holds every Grimoire that is currently available--therefore his max Grimoire level is Grimoire Epsilon.
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"One day, the world will worship me."
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Blutsauger
132 Yrs
Impoverished
Single
Left Hand
Walking Staff
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Vee
Sept 23, 2018 12:49:37 GMT -5
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Post by Arasmus Nyler on Jul 18, 2018 18:30:46 GMT -5
"Even if I released you, we would not survive." His voice was curt, as he moved to step into the cell with her. The door slammed shut behind of him, and his fingers curled against the staff as he leaned into it. "Magic users live as second rate citizens for no reason other than your father feared us." He stated, voice low.
"He massacred women, children--young, and old. Then he sentenced those who surrendered to living life with a number, a statement of what and who they were... How... much of an abomination he found them." Arasmus moved to drag his hand through his hair, gripping his walking staff tightly. "We cannot help how we were born, Princess."
The man leaned and pressed a forceful kiss against the young woman's mouth, inhaling sharply at the feel of her flesh against his. And then he shoved her backwards, towards the bed in the room. "You will not be released until your father changes his ways--until he draws back his robotic dogs and gives us a world where we are equal." His voice had hardened, to hide the lie.
He never planned to let her leave. He couldn't let her leave. She was the other half of his heart... He'd felt it, when he'd kissed her. He would have felt it in more strength if she had been kissing him back, willingly. But that did not matter.
He could make her love him.
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"A leader is a dealer in hope"
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Human
33 Yrs
Nobility
Single
Crowned PRincess
None
720 Bolts
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Dec 6, 2018 7:04:44 GMT -5
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Post by Eloise St. Germaine on Jul 18, 2018 19:42:45 GMT -5
Eloise felt her fists begin to tremble. He wasnt going to let her go. Well...she should have guessed it. Demanding to be released wasn't the most reasonable way to get a kidnapper to let you go. But the tiny part of her had hoped it would work. He described the magic ban in detail instead, as if she didn't know what happened. She knew. She was well aware of the details. But her father would not have committed such atrocity were he not given a good reason. She had been about to explain just that when he kissed her.
Eloise recoiled immediately, and before she could do anything else she was shoved into the bed, catching herself just enough to keep herself from falling onto it. But she didnt even have a moment to be outraged. Her brain went to the worst possible conclusion and tears once again rose to her eyes. Was kidnapping her not enough? He had to assault her too?? "Don't you dare." She said through her teeth. Her voice was still strong, commaning, but he rheart raced with fear. No, terror. It showed in her expression too. She feared him.
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Arasmus is a Magister, and holds every Grimoire that is currently available--therefore his max Grimoire level is Grimoire Epsilon.
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"One day, the world will worship me."
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Blutsauger
132 Yrs
Impoverished
Single
Left Hand
Walking Staff
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Vee
Sept 23, 2018 12:49:37 GMT -5
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Post by Arasmus Nyler on Jul 19, 2018 9:32:42 GMT -5
Her terror shook his form, not that she would see it. It was an internal shaking. Arasmus could hear her heart, rushing--beating too fast. She was terrified of him. Quietly, he murmured, "Somebody will bring you food and clothes." And then, he turned and was gone.
Why had he scared her like that? He shoved his hands through his hair once he was out of her site, the cell door had an automatic locking mechanism, crafted carefully by one of his siblings. He was not worried about her getting out.
He would leave her alone for an hour or two, before he even sent somebody to see to her. She would find a young girl, with dark hair and dark eyes. Her skin was pale, and she was extremely small, about four feet in height. She looked no older than ten. "He says that these are for you." She held out a bunch of clothing, a pair of pants and a shirt, through the bars.
"And I was told to ask what you wanted to eat?"
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"A leader is a dealer in hope"
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Human
33 Yrs
Nobility
Single
Crowned PRincess
None
720 Bolts
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Grant
Dec 6, 2018 7:04:44 GMT -5
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Post by Eloise St. Germaine on Jul 19, 2018 10:06:43 GMT -5
He stepped away and her shoulders slumped as she relaxed. It seemed for now he was deterred. She made enough of a nuisance of herself to not be worth the trouble. This time. But she would certainly be on her guard now that he had made clear he wasn’t above assaulting her. His retreat was quick and the sound of the cell door locking sent a shiver down her spine. She was stuck. Truly stuck. Once she was sure he was gone she broke down, sliding to the ground and crying into her knees. What was she going to do? How long was she going to be stuck in this hole?
Certainly her father would know how to find her right?
Eloise cried herself to sleep, still sitting on the floor. But it was a light, fitful sleep, and the sound of someone coming roused her. She stood quickly, her eyes red still from her tears. The princess blinked in surprise at the young girl that came in. She bit her lip before taking the clothes. Being spiteful towards the man was one thing…but a child? “Thank you.” She said, taking the clothes from her. Far from what she would usually wear but she didn’t really have a choice did she? For now she placed them on the bed. “What is your name? I’m Eloise.” She said, smiling a little at her. “Could you tell me what that man’s name is? The one who sent you?” she asked her, hoping to at least be able to identify him.
The child asked about what she wanted to eat…and while she was definitely hungry she wasn’t sure she wanted to trust the food. What if there were alchemists here, using the food to slip her some serum or concoction to disable her? “Oh, I’m not hungry.” She said assuringly.
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Arasmus is a Magister, and holds every Grimoire that is currently available--therefore his max Grimoire level is Grimoire Epsilon.
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"One day, the world will worship me."
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Blutsauger
132 Yrs
Impoverished
Single
Left Hand
Walking Staff
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Vee
Sept 23, 2018 12:49:37 GMT -5
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Post by Arasmus Nyler on Jul 19, 2018 10:35:59 GMT -5
Wide grey eyes stared through the bars. "Oh, I'm one of the Geneva's. But everybody calls me Gennie." She was part of a set, and her mother had insisted upon naming both identical twins Geneva, with different nicknames. Gennie and Neva. The girl studied the princess, furrowing her brow. When she was asked who sent her, what his name was, she spoke up: "Papa is called Arasmus." How didn't the woman know her father? Surely everyone knew her father...
"Are you su--" She was cut off, as a girl who looked exactly like her, down to their clothes, made her way down the passage, stopping to glare at the princess before stating: "Papa wants us to get the mommies. He can't find Flynn or Finnegan. He wants to know if they have them." Flynn and Finnegan were not twins, but had been born on the same night, from different mother's, and the way Arasmus ran his family... Every woman in his harem was usually a mother to a child or two. Usually only one, barring a pregnancy with multiples. Once he figured out they were not his Herz, he typically kept them under his wing, and took care of them--and any children they gave him.
It was just the norm. These two girls had grown up with various mother figures, coming--going. "But Papa told me to feed Eloise." Gennie murmured, glancing sideways to her twin. It obviously had upset the girl's sister, to hear her call the princess--their enemy--as if she was a friend.
"Don't act like she's our friend. She killed our big sisters, and big brothers." Neva muttered, jerking her sister's arm.
"She didn't do it. Her papa did it! That's what Papa said." Gennie defended, shoving her sister backwards. "Go find the mommies on your own."
"Papa said--"
"--for me to feed Eloise. He told you to go find the mommies. We don't always have to do everything together, Geneva!" Gennie's dark eyes never left her sister's face, and they seemed to be communicating in some manner; perhaps simply body language, because Neva nodded slowly and started off down another passageway.
"She's really nice, I promise." Gennie muttered, as she fixed her attention back onto Eloise. "Papa said I have to feed you, though. I can get one of my human siblings to bring it, if you want." She didn't have many human siblings, though, not as many as she did blutsauger.
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"A leader is a dealer in hope"
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Human
33 Yrs
Nobility
Single
Crowned PRincess
None
720 Bolts
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Grant
Dec 6, 2018 7:04:44 GMT -5
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Post by Eloise St. Germaine on Jul 19, 2018 13:36:17 GMT -5
"Well it is very good to meet you Gennie." She said with a warm smile. She recognized the name Geneva and assumed immediately the girl was Blutsauger. Why else would you name a child after the first Blutsauger if she wasn't one? Then the girl identified her father and the man who brought Eloise there.
Arasmus. Eloise certainly must've paled. It had to be the same Arasmus Nyler, the one she knew was wanted dead or alive by the crown. He was powerful. Dangerous. She almost missed the spat between the two girls she was so disteacted by this news. Arasmus was not a man to trifle with and here she was, his captive. She held very little hope that she would be making it out of this place unharmed. He must have a devious plan for her to get what he wanted from her father. All the more reason to not eat the food.
"It's alright. I know not everyone likes me very well." She assured Gennie with a small smile. "Yes, I'm sure I'm not hungry but thank you...could you though...could you tell me about your papa? And about where we are?"
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Arasmus is a Magister, and holds every Grimoire that is currently available--therefore his max Grimoire level is Grimoire Epsilon.
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"One day, the world will worship me."
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Blutsauger
132 Yrs
Impoverished
Single
Left Hand
Walking Staff
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Vee
Sept 23, 2018 12:49:37 GMT -5
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Post by Arasmus Nyler on Jul 19, 2018 14:13:31 GMT -5
Gennie stared through the bars, shaking her head slowly. "I'm not allowed to talk about where we leave." She whispered, stepping away from the cell entirely. "Papa says they'll send the machines, if people know where we live... to finish massacring us." That one question had scared the young girl, and she jumped when a boy stepped up behind her and grabbed her hand.
"Hey, Gennie? Neva got the mother's, and Arasmus's holding a family meeting. You have to come on." He tugged her hand, and glanced to the prisoner, because that's just what the woman in the cell was. "Please? Will you come on?" He was perhaps four years older than Gennie and Neva. "What's the matter?" He'd finally noticed her heart, and his, beating too fast. He pulled the girl against his side, murmuring, "Geneva? What'd she do to you?"
Gennie whispered, "She wants to know where we live so she can send the machines." She curled against the boy's side, and buried her face against his chest. Both Geneva's had ended up with the same Herz, which was unsurprising, really, they did everything together. Charles wasn't related to them by blood, either, which worked out all the better. He'd grown up with them, too. He remembered the first time he had held them, and had felt their hearts. Since then, he protected them like he wasn't just sixteen years old.
Charles murmured, "She didn't see anything, Gen. Your Papa wouldn't have risked that. It's okay. Let's go see what the meeting's about." The two of them would leave Eloise without her answers. And she would be alone for what seemed like hours, possibly four or more.
Then she would find Arasmus, leaning against the cell door, toddler in his arms, waiting for her to awaken from her sleep.
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"A leader is a dealer in hope"
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Human
33 Yrs
Nobility
Single
Crowned PRincess
None
720 Bolts
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Dec 6, 2018 7:04:44 GMT -5
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Post by Eloise St. Germaine on Jul 19, 2018 14:30:29 GMT -5
The girl began to trail down a dark and dangerous path that Eloise had truly not intended to send her down. She frowned, and for the first time questioned what her father had done. This girl was sweet, innocent, and living in such fear…it broke her heart really. “No, no, sweetie I can’t do that I just wondered…” she was cut off by someone else. A young boy, though certainly much older than the girl. When he led the girl away she sighed. That may have been her only chance at having a friend – how sad, looking to make friends with children in desperation – in this place and she had messed it up.
Eloise sighed and quickly changed into the clothes she had been brought – or put them on over her pajamas figuring the more layers the better. The pants bothered her a little, as she was more accustomed to the feel of a dress but at least she was more covered. They were far too big for her though, and she had to use the tie of her robe to keep the pants up. For a time she paced but eventually laid back down, drifting off to sleep for a moment.
When she woke she felt on high alert, as if her senses were aware she was not alone. She sat up and saw Arasmus waiting there, watching her. It made her skin crawl, wondering how long he had been doing just that. But Eloise was quick to rise and put distance between herself and the bed, not wanting to risk tempting him. “What now.” She huffed at him. She would have felt she sounded more intimidating but her stomach chose that moment to loudly growl. Eloise was terribly hungry, but she knew she could not afford to eat.
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Arasmus is a Magister, and holds every Grimoire that is currently available--therefore his max Grimoire level is Grimoire Epsilon.
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"One day, the world will worship me."
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Blutsauger
132 Yrs
Impoverished
Single
Left Hand
Walking Staff
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Vee
Sept 23, 2018 12:49:37 GMT -5
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Post by Arasmus Nyler on Jul 19, 2018 15:51:54 GMT -5
He watched her, head tipping slowly to one side. She moved away from the bed, and he watched her, bouncing the toddler gently. "You asked my daughter and her Herz where you were." He did not sound amused. His eyes narrowed, as the toddler in his arms coughed, and shoved her hand into his mouth, giggling. Gently he pulled the child's hand away from his mouth, and spoke again: "This is my family's home, Eloise. The home your father drove us to."
He moved to sit on the ground, adjusting the girl in his arms. "I have women, and children--people who just want to live their lives, without the fear of being slaughtered, or living in poverty." He adjusted the child in his hold, whisper, "Prema, go ahead. Go say hi. She won't hurt you, sweetheart." The little girl glanced over her shoulder, and moved forward slowly.
The child peered upward, bright blonde hair framing ruddy cheeks. She was about three. She held up a hand, in a shy wave, and then Prema stared upwards, holding her arms above her head. Up. It was the universal request to be scooped up. Arasmus watched lazily, studying the princess.
He did not have his staff with him, but rest assured that he had two or three other implements tucked into his coat. However he did not look to fear Eloise would harm the girl. "My intention is not to hurt you." At one point it had been. There was no denying that. But things were different. "My intention is to teach you why things should change; why when you take the crown, you should change things for everyone."
Should Eloise pick up Prema, the child would whisper as she pressed her face against the young woman's chest, "Your heart sounds like Papa's." Wide blue eyes stared up at the princess, and she twisted to stare at her papa. "You found her, Papa!" The child sounded extremely pleased with herself, and her father.
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"A leader is a dealer in hope"
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Human
33 Yrs
Nobility
Single
Crowned PRincess
None
720 Bolts
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Grant
Dec 6, 2018 7:04:44 GMT -5
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Post by Eloise St. Germaine on Jul 19, 2018 16:11:04 GMT -5
Eloise swallowed when Arasmus, which she now knew him to be, commented that she had asked his daughter to her whereabouts. She would have been surprised that a girl so young had a Herz already – she was under the impression Blutsauger’s didn’t find those until they were rather old – but she was distracted by the look on his face. Gennie had been rather upset by the question, so she was certain some sort of retribution was about to come. “I didn’t intend to upset her.” She said quickly, hoping to quell his anger. “I didn’t know that such a question from a prisoner would be so worrisome.” It did show the child’s immaturity – she could have been given a map of how to get here from the city and still would have been unable to cause the destruction that terrified her so.
His description of the place was about as much as she had been able to discern. The number of children, the description of the people living here… “So it is just you and your harem then?” she said a bit dryly. It was common for Blutsaugers without their other half to have such large family groups. Without them, the race would certainly die out, as so few actually did find their Herz. It was one of the only situations where non-monogamous relationships made sense.
The blonde girl toddled over to her and Eloise couldn’t help the warm smile that curved her lips. She waved back at her and picked her up with ease. Her youngest sister was 13 years younger than her, so Eloise was no stranger to holding a small child. It was comforting in a way, feeling almost like the child would protect her from the terrifying man sitting on the ground across from her. Her own eyes narrowed then when he described his plans. “You certainly seemed intent to hurt me before, and I’ve no reason to trust a kidnapper.” She said curtly. Why the sudden change of heart? It made little sense frankly.
Then the child piped up. Her heart sounded like his? Well all hearts sounded more or less the same didn’t they? It wasn’t until the child’s exclamation of joy that Eloise caught on to the deeper meaning. Her fingers curled around the girl a little tighter – not enough to hurt her she frankly hadn’t the strength in her body to do so – as she stared at Arasmus wide eyed. The child made it sound like…like she was his Herz. It couldn’t be true, certainly! They were enemies! He wanted to kill her or worse because of her father’s actions against magic users. “No…” she breathed, not wanting to believe it.
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Arasmus is a Magister, and holds every Grimoire that is currently available--therefore his max Grimoire level is Grimoire Epsilon.
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"One day, the world will worship me."
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Blutsauger
132 Yrs
Impoverished
Single
Left Hand
Walking Staff
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Vee
Sept 23, 2018 12:49:37 GMT -5
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Post by Arasmus Nyler on Jul 19, 2018 20:34:15 GMT -5
Arasmus did not respond for a moment, simply watching her with his daughter, a wry grin settling on his lips. "My children know my heartbeat before they are born," because he was a very hands-on father. His dark gaze wandered her features, and he spoke softly, "Prema? Why don't you go find your siblings?" As the child began to squirm, content to obey her father, she'd toss her arms around the woman's neck in a hug, and exclaim again how exciting it all was.
Her father sighed. By the end of the night everyone in the underground would know. Some small part of him was satisfied by that--it meant they'd let her be; not try to hurt her. And many of them had the right to want her dead--or at least, her family as a whole. The St. Germaine's had murdered their relatives, their kin; burnt their grimoires, smashed their kits.
Their anger would turn to him. At least, the non-Blutsauger among them... He closed his eyes as he opened the cell for Prema to exit, and settled against the door when it closed again. "Yes. Prema was correct. Our hearts do beat the same." His fingers trailed against the bars of the cell, and he spoke quietly, "Perhaps you would be comfortable in a proper room within the compound...?" It was an offer of peace--to show he was not going to hurt her.
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"A leader is a dealer in hope"
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Human
33 Yrs
Nobility
Single
Crowned PRincess
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720 Bolts
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Grant
Dec 6, 2018 7:04:44 GMT -5
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Post by Eloise St. Germaine on Jul 19, 2018 20:48:03 GMT -5
The confirmation of her suspicion was far from welcome. Numbly, her eyes locked on Arasmus, she let the girl Prema down gingerly on her little feet. Their hearts beat the same. She didn't need to ask to know what that meant. She was his Herz...his Geneva...the other half of his heart. Blursaigers spent their lives looking for that person. She had always thought it terribly romantic. She had told herself that if she was unwed, and found herself in such a position, she would of course oblige and find a way to love the man. It couldn't be hard if she was his intended other half.
But this man? Her kidnapper? One with so many children and a deep seeded hate for who she was and all she stood for? How could she?
She stared at him speechless. Her stomach grumbled again. She was a princess putring up a good front but...she was used to being pampered and comfortable. A room with some privacy? That sounded amazing. It sounded safer than this cage. And perhaps...perhaps she would even find a way to escape from there. Her lips pursed for a moment. "That...that would be nice." She conceeded. Who wouldn't prefer a room to a cell.
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Arasmus is a Magister, and holds every Grimoire that is currently available--therefore his max Grimoire level is Grimoire Epsilon.
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"One day, the world will worship me."
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Blutsauger
132 Yrs
Impoverished
Single
Left Hand
Walking Staff
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Vee
Sept 23, 2018 12:49:37 GMT -5
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Jul 15, 2018 15:43:44 GMT -5
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Post by Arasmus Nyler on Jul 22, 2018 9:31:38 GMT -5
Arasmus nodded, and reached out to offer his hand to her. "Come along, then. Might as well show you where you'll be living. You can learn some of the names of the people that live here," It would be good for her to know their names on the off-chance Arasmus ever had anyone tend to her that she did not explicitly know. Not all of them were happy that he'd found his Herz. Not all of them understood and could see past the fact she was their born enemy.
The man would wait to see if she would take his hand, before turning to unlock the cell door. "If you can tell me what kind of clothing you most prefer, I will arrange for it to be tailored." He wouldn't go out of his way for her if she were just a normal prisoner--but he wanted her comfortable.
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