Welcome to Nyxilion [Semi-lit Fantasy RP] *Accepting*

[Lennoxa]

"What if I want to.. unlock it?" She said smiling a wide evil grin and immediately lying down on the bench. She closed her eyes and imagined the tunnel she sighed and felt herself float. She looking through the souls calling one from another. She looking for a fast moving one that could lead her somewhere. She saw a large fast moving soul She outstretched her hands as if to follow it though she knew she was in the spirit realm. It lead her to a room with water in it. She saw rows and souls behind curtains though one was opened to show a pair of steel bars. She gasped and felt water wash over her in the human world. She jumped out of it and flew a few feet, her hair sizzling.

[Mayiamaru]

Natsume had poured his water bottle onto Annie to snap her out of it. "You won't be able to find the right branch on your own. You have to make a deal with a certain Soul Keeper to get to him, besides, you're not powerful enough and I doubt you can get Killer to destroy nine hundred and ninty one thousand something other people just to free him. Just give it up, unless you feel like joining Knight and his gang." Natsume hissed with emotionless green eyes. "Face it. You don't have the power or the heart to do it. I bet if you met Killer, you'd hate him enough to join the group of hunters."

[Undertaker]

Maeve worked deftly. "I hold no grudge. My father was, in his time, an out cast from the Seelie court." She smiled grimly. Talking helped her hold of the change. "He was a child of summer and winter. His sire a Summer noble and his mother Lilith. Whom I'm sure you know." Maeve winced at the look of Irial's wound, it's edges were puckered and inflamed and it oozed an unsightly clear serum. She could tell there was lung damage too.
Her mind wandered back to her grandmother. Lilith the huntress and seductress of the Winter court. A notorious loose cannon but powerful and ancient and never challenged about her actions. She began to clean the wounds edges, it would hurt but she was careful so it wouldn't be as bad as it could be.
Her mind also drifted to her mother, Kate. Daughter of Shevon. The Werecats leader and guide. Shevon was a bitten Were born before the rise of the roman empire. And her daughter, Kate, was another loose gun and Shevon's enforcer sometimes. Maeve took after her mother. And that race. The Seelie court wanted to count them among there number but the Werecats argued that since there histories were older then that of either court they would not be part of either. They stood as the original shapeshifter but for the oldest dragon races.

Then something clicked in her mind, causing her to pause her work for a moment. The fox and bird qualities, the words 'my wild fae'. A smile crossed her face.
"I must say, many a creature have I treated and many more have I met but this is my first encounter with a Sionnach Enu. Such a high ranking one at that."
She said. Now finished cleaning the wound she stood from her crouch.
"I'm going to have to use a little of my power to close your lung and fix an artery bellow your heart that's been damaged."

Irial smirked. "So, you figured it out." Irial felt proud of her kin--whether Maeve didn't like to be considered "Sidhe" or not. But, there were no other Sionnach Euns right now, so she wasn't surprised Maeve had never seen one. In fact, Irial was the first one since... possibly... since before the Courts. There was a long, long time of displeasure and anxiety and her line was so barren. Only few were fertile, and only when their growth was suspended in their youth. Like Irial's and her mother. Most froze after It was not a thing you could inherit in birth, though one did have to be related to Irial's family, have her blood in their veins, to become one. You had to have certain... differences... when born into her line to become one. And once there was one, only that Sionnach Eun could grant the priviledge to another to become one. You would have to place a plea to the Old Ring, the ancestors in her line that had been there longer than time, and she would have to agree to it. Afterall, she was the Head of the line, and as such leader of the Old Ring. Her brother and sister had no say, though. They were not that old.

"Your grandmother is Lilith... she is one of my greatest allies and most trusted fae in My Winter Court." Lilith was one of her advisors... how wonderful. Maeve had good roots, she knew.

Lilith had always been her advisor... The guide to her Lucifer. Irial's title was Lucifer. Lucifer was the head of the Winter Court, as well as the Dark Court, and Unseelie Court. Though these courts, the darker half, had one singular ruler. The Lucifer.

Her opposite, Michael, was the ruler of Summer Court and Seelie Court... as well as the disputed "Light Court". Some foolish humans believed it was "Heaven", and there was a seperate ruler for it, God. But that was not so.

Irial had many names and titles, like this one and other times "Mab". "Irial" wasn't her real name either, though she adopted it as her own for the sake of those around her. No one would know it. Her brother, Fenrir, the wolf, had many names as well. Her sister, the bird and the embodiment of war, was often referred to as Morgan Le Fay. She got it from her stint in the human world all those years ago... Another title she has is The Morrígan.

Her brother was all wolf. Her sister all bird. They had no fox in them, and thus were not Sions, only family. Quite frequently they appeared in mythology and stories... Irial, on the other hand, did not. She resided in the darkest corners of those stories, never one in the forefront, never drawing attention to herself. Always silently watching over. As was the fate of Sions.

Gabriel, her right hand and the general of her fae as well as her most special person, was there next to her always. He reined in her wild fae and kept her sane. He kept eye on her troublesome sister Morgan, and had healthy rivalry with her brother Fen. He was a hellhound, but he could stay calm when needed. Lucifer's right hand always had the title Gabriel, but this one was the best of the best. Always there for her... This Gabriel was one of the ones she had tattooed ties to. The mark rested over the lower part of her left hip and bore the picture of lilies and vines, formed from dark, dark lines. It reached around her body to her back, covering her like a stretch of something protective and deadly. Though deceptively feminine and soft, it had it's ways to defend and fight. And it looked sick, as if it would turn and wither any second. Just like Gabriel's soul. [Irial knew Gabriel's true nature, and the soft disposition when not in harm... it was so different.] The tattoo looked like it could move... and it was a good thing Coney's personal glamour covered it from everyone, otherwise she would be in a bind if it was ever revealed. Even in the Fae's world, that was not normal.

(Gabriel's Tattoo.)

When her people had their tattoos imprinted onto her body, they belonged to her. More so than ever before. They were hers and in return, she served them. She served them by ruling them, being their Lucifer. Being their "light-bearer". Being the lucem ferre. Providing for their lifestyles and allowing them into Her Court. Not all had their tattoos on her body, only those closest to her and those she could afford a tie to, but they all belonged strictly to her. Always.

It made it hard to give her job to someone else. No other Lucifer before her had had these tattoos done. Well... only one had. The previous one, the one she had replaced. And he had... he had her tattoo on him.

But it made dealing with Morga easier. She always strived for the throne, though she knew she couldn't have it. She also wanted the Sion powers... but Irial would always deny her, simply because they were of the opposite spectrum. Morgan would never be a Sionnach Eun. She would always be The Morrígan... but not only that.

Fenrir, on the other hand... He wanted the least to do with those powers as possible. She had offered them to him before, and he had declined. He knew they brought self-alienation and disaster. Mostly... he knew if he was an Eun, he would have the least amount of contact with his only favored family. He would not be able to deal with other Sions [Irial], so he would have to leave them behind. And he could never leave her. He was the "neutral" to Irial's peace and Morgan's war, but he could not do it.

Often times, Irial wondered if she should sever those ties. Morgan still came to her and followed her like one of her own should, but she also ignited resistence and inner war in Irial's Courts. Always tried to overturn her rule. The current Michael was indifferent to Irial, but he would always side with the War when there was a true chance for victory. The darker of the dark lived underneath his light, just like Irial's dark hide her sun.

It was a complicated life and if she ever had to explain it fully to someone... she knew she would have a hard time. She left things out easily and forgot to say so much.

(I'm sorry this is so late. I have Exams, I've been so busy. XD Oh. And I think a friend of mine might join... They might be "Gabriel", if I remember right. Not sure if they definitely will or not, though. :3 And I'm sorry this post is so jumpy. My original one was so much better, and flowed so nicely. I just tried to get all the information in there this time. Everytime I reread this, it looks so messy to me. ;A; I'm not happy with it. Lol. Too much... jumping. Man, I wish I had that original post. Meh.

EDIT: I am so lost on what's happening right now. XD Attempting to read through those... 20... pages? Aghk.)

[Lennoxa]

Annie's eyes slit. "You have no idea what I'm capable of, what we're capable of." She said her fingers gliding towards him, she was still hovering. "Though I know I've lost sight in other things, I don't know why anymore, but I want Skye dead. Soul and shell dead." She said her eyes no longer red but a light green as bright as cats eye. She blinked a few times and her eyes went black and she fell from her state in the sky. "Natsume. Find Knight and k-kill him." She said propping herself slowly on her elbows unable to move her legs. "What the h*ll is happening!?" She asked her now green eyes growing wide. She glanced at the statue which had tiny bits of stone flying from it towards the ground.

[Dragoness]

(I'm a bit behind myself. My life got really crazy there for a bit.)

Maeve nodded.
"Lilith, not matter her habits, vices, and addictions, is always true to her word and often wise. And I think one of a very small group in either court that actually doesn't mind my mother."
She said as she wove her subtle into the wound, fixing the lung and arteries then laying a long lasting spell to help the wound heal quickly. She couldn't heal it all the way but she could help it get there. She made sure everything was in place and clean and taped a gauze rectangle over the gash in Irial's side.
"That should hold, but don't push it, it should be closed by tomorrow and fully healed in about three days. If not less." Maeve said, stepping back and releasing her Truesight a bit. It hurt her to control it but she would out of respect for Irial. Like her mother she may be a bit temper mental but she knew where discretion was due. Her mother, Kate McKalister, was Shevon, Pride Lord or the Werecats and powerful figure in the magical community, hitter and daughter. And Maeve was a lot like her.
Plus she'd helped her mother enough to know the trade.

The Werecats were getting rare, but not because they couldn't fend for them selves. Because they were a strange race, human and beast. And much more organized then the other beast-people and shifters. Shevon ruled because she'd gotten there by tooth and claw and held her place, done a good job too. Bring Werecats out of the dark ages. But she was one of the oldest of her kind, older then the Roman empire, though she still looked about 25. Maeve gritted her teeth a bit at the thought of her Were grandmother, who currently had Kate off somewhere on a contract, which meant something was going nutty. Like a lot of things these days, something was changing in the places where mortals and magic met. Maeve had fought her first Guardian on her way to this blasted school. How she'd escaped the thing she wasn't sure, but it was still looking for her she was sure.

( http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?t=397709 A Guardian picture and explanation.)

Of course, anything not totally relying on the mortal world wouldn't notice this shift. Maeve gave a little shudder and came back to reality. She'd mull all this over again latter.

[Mayiamaru]

Natsume didn't even dare bat an eye. Hmm... A sudden power struggle and a flux in energy... Saith. He thought to himself. Saith Dagger was the name of the Soulkeeper from his hometown. "Saith. If you're in her, get out. You know you can just call me up to give me an assignment." Natsume said, not ammused. A deep laughter filled the area and something powerful flowed from Annie. It was like a cloud, until it began to form something. A man with unusually coloured hair and wearing an old elfen's hunter uniform, minus the hat, materialized from the cloud with a frightening, yet polite smile. He didn't speak though.

[Lennoxa]

Annie coughed and collasped on the ground. "What the h-" She was cut off when she saw the man. She tried of get up but again her legs weren't moving. She drug gerself towards the bench on her arms. "Natsume, what the h*ll is going on?!" She asked scared out of her mind.

[Mayiamaru]

Natsume sighed and glared at the man. The man just shook his head, indicating that he didn't mind Natsume telling, so Natsume introduced him. "Annie, this is Saith Dagger. Soul Keeper of Vuglary." He said, rolling his eyes a bit. Saith then cleared his throat, in a way, telling Natsume that he left out a little part. With an annoyed groan, Natsume hissed lightly. "And my master." He said, obviously irritated.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Moleson looked past Mayia and pointed his nose at Milo, who was sitting on a fence at the other end of the alley. He was still a young dog- maybe a year old, and not far out of puppyhood. "Can't explain," he said, sitting down and scratching behind one ear with his hind paw. "Shadowcat is... shadow in the dark. Black. Green eyes. Humans say, 'unlucky', 'bad omen'. This Shadowcat... not a cat. Only pretending."

[Mayiamaru]

Mayia thought about it and turned around to look where Moleson was looking. "You mean that black cat?" She asked lightly, looking into the cat's eyes. They seemed very familiar. She was silent for a little while before it hit her. "M-Milo?..." She stuttered lowly, lowering her neck a bit between her shoulders. She was back to being nervous and scared. Milo didn't seem like a bad person, but she could never trust people like she use to. It always took more time than nessecary.