[ one on one; adoraтιon and espedιna ]

[adoration]

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Ｌｏｖｅ ｃｏｍｅｓ ｗｉｔｈ ｎｏ ｅｎｄｉｎｇ
Ｂｕｔ ｌｉｆｅ ｃａｎ ｃｕｔ ｉｔ ｓｈｏｒｔ.
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We all know the story of Beauty and the Beast; the story of a young prince and a beautiful lady who looked past his hideous curse, that befell him because of his growing greed. But, what if the story was different?
What if, instead of a stunning person being turned into beast, two revolting humans are turned into beautiful beasts?

Blinded by selfishness and beauty, once upon a time, two relatives turned themselves from appalling humans, into exquisite beasts, with simple forbidden magic. Giving up the short lives of simple humans, the two became eternal living beings. However, their pride got the best of them, and they found nothing for themselves in the society. So, the two decided to shut themselves off from others, and lived their lives in solitude.

One day, though, fate decides to take a sharp twist. Two humans end up living with the beasts, breaking their lifestyle of solitude. With this addition to their never noticed troubles, is it possible for a beast to see past their eternal beauty and greed? And is it possible for a transient human to see an eternal being as a person to return to?
Or will these changes always just be feeble, impossible thoughts?

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Ａｎｄ ｔｗｏ ｅｖａｎｅｓｃｅｎｔ ｈｕｍａｎｓcxcxcx

[adoration]

cxcxＥｖｅｒｙ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｔｈｉｎｇ ｆｏｒｍｓ ｕｓ
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[list][size=85]N a m e // Full Name Here
N i c k n a m e // Answer here
A g e // Answer Here
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➳ ➳ ＴｈｅＢｏｏｋ ｂｙ ｉｔ'ｓ Ｃｏｖｅｒ

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➳ ➳ Ｍｏｒｅ Ｔｈａｎ Ｗｈａｔ Ｍｅｅｔｓ ｔｈｅ Ｅｙｅ

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[list][size=85]F a m i l y // Answer Here
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Ｗｅ ａｒｅ ｍａｄｅ ｕｐ ｏｆ ｒｅｍｎａｎｔｓ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｐａｓｔcxcxcx

[adoration]

cxcxＰｅｏｐｌｅ ｈａｖｅ ａ ｔｅｎｄｅｎｃｙ ｔｏ ｋｅｅｐ ｓｅｃｒｅｔｓ ｆｒｏｍ ｍｅ

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cxcxcxＷｈａｔ Ｍｏｓｔ Ｋｎｏｗ


F u l l N a m e // Cerise Brielle Lesune. Seh-reese, Bree-ell, Leh-sune. The name 'Cerise' is of French origin, and means cherry.
N i c k n a m e // As a young child, Cerise always hated her name. She'd go around lying, saying that her name was really Celine, and would always get scolded for it. People nowadays find it amusing though, and close friends will sometimes actually call her Celine. Though, most of them will call her Ceri or Cheri instead.
A g e // Nineteen years of age. Her birthday is April 15th.
G e n d e r // Definitely female.



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H e i g h t // 5' 5"
W e i g h t A n d B o d y // In all honesty, Cerise has a rather small build, along with a petite hourglass body frame and a medium bust. This gives her a weight of 108 lbs. Some people will say that she looks rather frail and feeble-- like a porcelain doll; as if when you touch her once, shed shatter into a million pieces right there and then. She's defiant to admit her weak side though.
E y e C o l o r // Her eyes are a light forest green color, with specks of gold lining the iris. They almost resemble light shining in through a canopy of trees.
H a i r // Falling down to her bottom, Cerise's hair is a dark black color. It also has a tendency to be rather messy, and hard to keep in order. This explains the stray strand of hair you can often find falling out of her casual buns, after being ushered to fancy events. Some of her bangs also have the tendency to fall down in front of her face.
S k i n C o l o r // Ceri's skin is a fair milky color, that almost seems to radiate at times when the sun hits it.
C a s u a l C l o t h e s // Like most women her age, Cerise often wears gowns and dresses- as any "elegant" woman would -with a corset underneath. If you ever asked her about this, though, she'd be most likely to say she finds them distasteful, and restricting. Seeing that it would be strange for her to wear anything else, however, she obliges by it anyways.
A n y t h i n g E l s e // Near her left collarbone, there is a small birthmark. Often, she'll be insisted to hide it whenever dressed, but she doesn't really pay much mind to it.


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// H i s o r y //
Born to Ellinor and Lewis Crisette-- a wealthy, but small family of two, Cerise was rather frail and feeble as a child, to the point where most doctors doubted she would be able to live too long. She was often restrained from doing too much while growing up, and she would often spend most of her time at home, with her mother. While her father was rather detached from the family, Ellinor always tried to find time to spend with Cerise. She also took Cerise's condition as a chance to raise her up as the ideal woman; so that she could be wed to a nice and prosperous man, for her family wasn't too wealthy.

As she grew older, she was raised to be an elegant and proper lady. However, at the age of ten, she had started to outgrow her fragile condition, and was starting to develop other traits as she started to see new perspectives of the places around her. When her father left without any warning, though, it affected both her and her mother for the worst. Her mother started to become more prone to despair and depression, and spent less and less time with Cerise. Cerise, on the other hand, started to wander more, observing what other things the world had held while she had been contained at home and becoming rather adventurous.

A few months after Cerise's fifteenth birthday, Ellinor grew ill. Most doctors had said that it was due to depression after the disappearance of Lewis, but it was truly just because of a weak heart condition that had been passed down from her to Phoebe, though it's not as bad for the young woman. Cerise, at this point, cut off most of the ties she had come to have in her village, and took the time to care more for her mother and her home. She didn't have to be medically trained to notice her mother's condition getting worse, and worse.

Three weeks before Cerise had been about to turn nineteen, Ellinor died. Her death shook up the young woman rather brutally, though it had been something expected and discussed. The family's belongings then went to Cerise, though it wasn't long till her father managed to contact her. He told her about the new village he lived at, and about the arranged marriage he and Ellinor had often discussed by letter. He requested that she come live with him so that she could get used to the village and her future husband, so it was arranged that a week after her nineteenth birthday she'd move over to the village. However, little does she know that one of the more important reason's for her departure is to be sent as a spy to investigate the cases of the two beasts living beyond society.



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F a m i l y // Cerise's mother, Ellinor, died of illness around a month ago, leaving her the inheritances of the family. Her father, Lewis, is alive, however, he left her mother while Ceri was at a young age, so his current location had been unknown up until her mother's death.
R e l a t i o n s h i p // Though she refuses to acknowledge it, Cerise's father, while he had been missing to the family, set up an arranged marriage for her off in his current village. This was unknown to Ceri, but her mother was sent the news, and surprisingly approved of it. After her mother's death, however, her father contacted someone in their village, and she was told about the arranged marriage. It was then that he requested that she move to his village, in order to live with him until she turned twenty, so that she could meet and get used to the man she's to marry . She doesn't know him, but she's heard that he's rather stoic and apathetic, and it's obviously known that she's not excited to meet him.
O t h e r // Like her late mother, Cerise has a rather weak immune system and heart, making her more prone to illnesses and things of the sort. Though it doesn't affect her too much in the Summer, it's hard for her to have inherited such a thing when Winter comes around.

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N a m e // Lionel Dante Luveau. Lee-on-el, Dawn-te. He's often not fond of people calling him Lionel, seeing as it roughly translates to little tiger, but it's not like it kills him to mention it every now and then.
N i c k n a m e // Ever since he was young, and even now, Lionel prefers to be called upon as Leon. Seeing that it has absolutely nothing to do with being little, he likes it more than his real name.
A g e // Lionel gladly takes pride in being 21, 11 months older than his younger brother. And to make it even better, he'll always be older than his brother with their eternal lives. His birthday is September 25th.
G e n d e r // If he was anything but male, Lionel probably wouldn't enjoy it.



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H e i g h t // 5' 11"
W e i g h t A n d B o d y // With a rather lean, and healthy build, Leon weighs around 142 lbs. Though, who's counting?
E y e C o l o r // Leon's eyes are forest green, which makes them go quite well with his hair.
H a i r // Leon's hair is rather nice-- even a girl could be jealous of it. His bangs frame his face, while the rest of his hair usually isn't completely neat, and just reaches to below his ears. What most people often usually commented on though, that is, when he lived back in a village with Daniel, was the color of his hair. It's a creamy blonde, which can often almost look white.
S k i n C o l o r // His skin is a fair, pale white.
C a s u a l C l o t h e s // ------
A n y t h i n g E l s e // Upon his head, Leon has the horns of a ram. They aren't too large though-- in fact, they're actually more on the small size. They're also a dark brown color.


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F a m i l y // The only family Lionel has left is Daniel, his younger brother.
R e l a t i o n s h i p O r C r u s h // Never once has Leon found himself in a relationship, or too fond of someone else.
O t h e r // ------

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[espedina]

[[My characters will go here, I will edit gradually over the next day or so. Goodness, this thread looks so beautiful. ;u; ]]
[[Note;; Images for the character names were created by fontmeme.com]]

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➳➳ Ｗｈａｔ Ｍｏｓｔ Ｋｎｏｗ


N a m e // Evanthia Siena Lombardi [Of Greek and Italian origins]
N i c k n a m e // Most commonly, she is called 'Eva,' but she will answer to most anything that isn't derogatory. Even then, she'd probably just laugh it off and make an equally snappish comment back at you.
A g e // Answer Here
B i r t h D a t e // May 4th
G e n d e r // Female, clearly.


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H e i g h t // Optional
W e i g h t A n d B o d y // Optional
H a i r // Optional
S k i n C o l o r // Optional
C a s u a l C l o t h e s // Optional
A n y t h i n g E l s e // Optional



➳ ➳ Ｍｏｒｅ Ｔｈａｎ Ｗｈａｔ Ｍｅｅｔｓ ｔｈｅ Ｅｙｅ


// H i s o r y //
Eva was born to the merchant family of Ignacio Lombardi and and his wife, Amilie, as their first born. Although her family wouldn't be concerned nobility by any means, they were well off and careful to raise her in the ways and mannerisms of a typical young lady of the time, and Eva absorbed this information acutely. However, her family was small and would tolerate her rebelliousness at home, and thus her gall and willful behaviors were allowed to grow into her personality. Essentially, she knows quite well what society expects of her and can mirror that image to a tee, but she much prefers to shock people from time to time with a sharp word or eccentric comment, and generally doesn't tolerate being looked down upon.
A few years into her life her younger brother was born, Drake. The two got along very well, though their time together was cut short during childhood, but not by tragic means. As the two children grew and the local economy dipped, the need for her father to travel further to support them came up. Originally Eva, Drake, and Amilie were intended to stay home with the occasional assistance from an uncle, but Eva begged and begged to be brought along. At this time, she was around 10. Though in direct conflict with his wife's opinion, her father eventually relented with the excuse that it'd educate her, and thus Eva's traveling life began.
To make it an understatement, Eva treasured these nomadic years, and her bond with her father only strengthened with the time spent together. Their path wove through countries and towns galore, and she was exposed to a wide variety of people, cultures, and information. Eva fervently desired to learn more and more, her curiosity driving her to eventually discover a hidden side of society- the one containing magic.
Believing she could be of some use, she was eventually recruited by an organization that regulated the use of such magic, and enforced the breakage of any established laws. This has landed her into the situation she is in today- set to meet and persuade a family member, Cerise, to join their cause concerning two 'beasts.'

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S k i l l s //
L i k e s // Challenges, intriguing situations, music, company, arguing, good memories, sweet food
D i s l i k e s // Losing, appearing foolish,
Q u i r k s // She despises the idea that information is being witheld from her, and often will try and trick you into revealing whatever you were trying to hide. Also, much to others disdain, Eva adores a good debate. She'll take a side even if she doesn't truly believe it, just to try and test her skills of persuasion and wit.
P h o b i a s // Optional


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F a m i l y // Answer Here
R e l a t i o n s h i p O r C r u s h // While she has had her flings in the past, she is not currently involved with anyone: officially or emotionally. Although she's quite faithful and honest to a partner, she'd be the first to tell you that the reason behind any of the past relationships was sheerly entertainment, rather than an actual attempt to find a significant other. Eva generally makes this quite clear to the other party involved, of course; and she's almost entirely certain she's never genuinely loved someone beyond a family or friendship sense, or a simple attraction.
O t h e r // Although Eva would be hard pressed and horrified to ever have to admit it, there has been some 'talk' over her parentage. Her red hair being the source of this discrepancy, as her fathers lineage has to go back a few generations to find another individual with the same trait. Bottom line being, she may be an illegitimate child, though this fact has never bee completely proven and Ignacio still regards her as his daughter. Eva desperately hopes it's just a rumor produced from people needing something to gossip over.

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➳ ➳ Ｗｈａｔ Ｍｏｓｔ Ｋｎｏｗ


N a m e // Daniel Allan Luveau [Pointing to his English and French heritage]
N i c k n a m e // He doesn't really have one, not that he's against them.
A g e // 20, almost 21; but of course the whole cursing process had the peculiar side effect of completely halting his aging process.
B i r t h D a t e // November 15th
G e n d e r // Male, as he'd gladly tell you.


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H e i g h t // Optional
W e i g h t A n d B o d y // Optional
H a i r // Optional
S k i n C o l o r // Optional
C a s u a l C l o t h e s // Optional
A n y t h i n g E l s e // Optional


➳ ➳ Ｍｏｒｅ Ｔｈａｎ Ｗｈａｔ Ｍｅｅｔｓ ｔｈｅ Ｅｙｅ


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S k i l l s // Optional
L i k e s // Optional
D i s l i k e s // Optional
Q u i r k s // Optional
P h o b i a s // Optional


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F a m i l y // Answer Here
R e l a t i o n s h i p O r C r u s h // Answer Here
O t h e r // Answer Here

[adoration]

{ I'm practically completely done with Lionel. I just have to get his history up, which I'll probably do later. I will try to get my first post up in a bit though. c: }

[adoration]

{ Sorry that this post is rather long! I was trying to size it down, but I failed horribly. I usually just can't contain myself when it comes to first posts. ^^; My posts'll become shorter though after this, most likely. }

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"Cheri-- wait up! Are you really leaving already?"

On the small street of a village, a fair, black haired girl was loading her stuff up onto a carriage. The day had finally come; she was now going to have to move away from the village she'd grown up in and come to love, all to move in with her father and meet the man she was to wed. She was not fond of the idea at all; who even would be? She wanted to find love on her own.

Turning around, she came face to face with her red-haired friend, Colette, who looked like a mess after running to catch one last glimpse of her friend before her departure. With a small smile, she nodded, and said a soft, "Sadly, I am."

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As Cerise sat in the moving carriage, she kept her eyes locked on the thin air outside. The ride had been an uneven and bumpy one so far, and she was barely even halfway through with it.
Letting out a sigh, she closed her eyes as a holler from the coachman could be heard. She disregarded it though; it was probably only to the man next to him. Instead, her mind became filled with thoughts of her father. She hadn't seen him in forever-- what if he was drastically different now?

What made the young woman snap her eyes back open was when the carriage was jolted up after going over another bump, causing her forehead to bump into the window. The coarse ride didn't end then though, as it seemed to speed up. Where they going downhill or something?

Before she even had time to try and figure out what was going on, the whole transit was thrown off of it's course, and more hollers outside followed. Though, they grew louder, and louder-- desperate as well. But, as the carriage started to tumble down the hillside that the pathway they had been driving along was edged into, the rest became mere blackness.

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Her eyes were refusing to open-- it was as if they were glued shut. Not to mention, they stung, while her mouth was specked with grains of gritty sand, making her throat dry. Though, as she managed to push herself into a semi-sitting position, she forced them to open. She had to figure out where she was-- and, well, what exactly had happened. For all that she could recall, she had been in a carriage. Everything else was a fuzzy blur.

The air around her was damp, and cold. When she pulled her fingers together, a mixture of cold snow and clammy soil filled her palm. It wasn't too surprising though-- it was Winter, after all. At least, that's the only possible answer she had in her mind. The sight around her though shook her to the core.

The carriage was on it's side, having collided into two trees. She must've been flung out of it; for she was on the ground a few feet away. On the other hand, the two men that had been driving it were lying motionless, sprawled out in front of it.

Digging her fingers into the earth, she slowly pushed herself to her feet, her eyes wide. Hesitating, she soon clumsily made her way over to them, though as soon as her fingers grazed the face of one, her hand instantly recoiled. They were dead, no doubt about it.
And as she practically tripped over her own feet, and landed back on the ground, the realization hit her. She was alone. In the middle of no where.

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{ I'll post for Lionel after Evanthia's first post. c: }

[espedina]

((Not need to worry about your post sizes at all- I don't mind reading. C: And alright. ))

||Evanthia Lombardi||

Brushing her fingers through the thin mane that messily fell over her mare's withers, Eva relished in the slight warmth felt through her skin. As she exhaled and watch the steam of her breath rise and dissipate into the sky, she couldn't help but envy the heat that seemed to glow from distant windows, the hearths casting a pleasantly golden glow to the glass. She'd never been one blessed with limitless patience, but even with this fault in mind, she couldn't help but feel as if her wait had been a long one. Even if Cerise had been late on the departure, certainly the driver of the carriage would've taken such into account to hurried in order to make this rendezvous on time.
Apparently tiring of the aches induced by standing out in the open cold, the dappled equine beneath her fidgeted and snorted in protest, communicating it's clear desire to reach a destination. "Peace, Louise..." Eva cooed soothingly down to the animal, her bright gaze adjusting to the path ahead. Clear. Empty, devoid of even the sound of a fellow traveler. Drumming her fingers on the edge of the leather saddle, a suddenly frigid breeze whipped past and cemented a sudden decision. She'd go on ahead and find them, rather than sit and wait like a helpless child. In an attempt to ward off the cold she drew her dark hood further over her head, letting her wealth of red hair spill out from around her neck. If it counted for anything, it served the purpose of a scarf very well.
With that semi-humorous thought lingering in her mind, she urged her horse forward, finding a comfortable trotting rhythm within several moments. Reflecting her ever wandering thoughts, Eva's eyes traveled widely as the landscape swept by them, carefully taking note of where she was and if anyone was around. If someone approached her, thinking it odd for a woman to be traveling alone, then she'd simply weave together some simply little lie, package it with a charming smile, and be set to go.
Such an amusing opportunity wasn't destined to present herself, however, as she grew increasing aware of quite a vibe to the air. Although she was still a distance from the sight of the crash, the horse was already growing tense, smelling blood on the air. A grimace began to tug at her lips, but in contrast, her brow raised curiously. Eva would wish no harm onto her cousin, of course, but the idea of encountering a difficult situation was mildly intriguing.

||Daniel Luveau||

Not realizing he almost had his face pressed into the glass of the windowpane, Daniel forced his eyes to find something among the endless sea of trees surrounding the manor, eager to find a source for the slight noise he'd heard. It hadn't been the trill of some bird or yip of a coyote that disturbed him from his book, but something much more destructive in sound. He couldn't quite place what it was, but it sounded as if metal and wood had been crunched together. What sounded like a hiss of frustration ebbed from his lips, her brows furrowed together as his focus could still produce no cause of the noise. What a bother. No one else was supposed to be out here, hopefully it was just one of the distant farmers making a mess of his farming tools.
Using that hesitant excuse to ease his mind, he turned on his heel to saunter right back over to the chair he'd been lounging in. If Leon hadn't been disturbed by this little interruption, then there was little sense in calling out to him. While they lived together, and thus had to approve of each others company, Daniel could anticipate at the very least a snide remark for dragging his brother in here to investigate a petty noise, of all things. He could handle this on his own, thank you very much.

((I figured I'd do a short post for Daniel to get into the swing of writing for him before they all start interacting. And side note, I'm planning on having Eva's horse spook and bolt at some point, so they are, indeed, truly stranded. xD ))

[adoration]

{ Ah, alright. ^^
And yes, yes they are. xD }

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Lionel had been leisurely strolling through one of the long hallways, when he had stopped at the sound of metal and wood grinding together. It really wasn't a joyous sound; he had to admit. Even so, his eyes curiously scanned off to the right until he found where the sound had leaked in, disrupting the calm silence that had resided in the manner so long ago.

To no surprise, his eyes fell upon one of the windowpane's, which was cracked upon just the slightest. All it took to tap it shut was a finger, as the blonde beast reached over and nudged it shut. What would be the point of having a window open in the middle of Winter? It would only chill up the whole place! Not that they needed warmth or anything of the sort to live, it still wasn't very enjoyable to be walking around as a human icicle.

Turning on his heel, the beast strode off in the direction of one of the manor's many rooms. Why? Well, he could smell his brother in there. The horns that adorned his head weren't the only things that he had gotten from using forbidden magic.

"Daniel, did you hear that?" Leon asked as he made his way to the doorway, only to lean against one side of it. Crossing his arms, he looked at his all too familiar brother. Not a second was spare to let his younger brother reply though, as he added out of thought, "Well-- if you didn't, you must be deaf. But really, why would there be such a noise like that out here in the middle of Winter?"

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Cerise's hand flew to her mouth as she stared, mouth agape and eyes wide, at the two revolting dead men before her. Dealing with the fact that you're all alone in the middle of no where definitely wasn't easy, mostly at the unsettling sight of blood spilt on the forest floor. It made her stomach do flips; for a second, she actually hoped that she would go unconscious, as she had earlier.

No, no-- she couldn't think that though. Evanthia had been coming for her anyways, right? She'd find her; the carriage couldn't have gone too far away from the path they had been traveling. And, if she didn't find her, she'd report back to the village and they'd send people out to look for her.

The feeling of hopelessness was inevitable though as she pushed herself back up to her feet once again. At first, it had been settled in the pit of her stomach, but now it was rising up into her throat. This was going to be a problem-- a horrible, bitter problem. She couldn't survive out in the middle of no where with her heart condition. She wouldn't be able to live long enough for anybody to find her!

Letting her hand fall back down to her side, though horror was still stricken onto her face, she cautiously stepped her way over branches and chunks of wood, until she was back over near the carriage. Her stuff was ruined; most of it had come out from her suitcase and gotten soaked by blood. The only pieces of clothing that hadn't been would be pointless to her now.

Fear became evident on her face, as she stood there, paralyzed, for a while longer, until she spun around on her heel, clenching her eyes shut. What if this was only a dream? What if she had only fallen asleep in the carriage? The thought was crushed as easily as it came; every time she opened her eyes she was still stuck in a forest.

I can't just wait around here, hoping that somebody comes... she thought, though she was too frightened to take any step further into the dense forest surrounding her. It was a place unknown to her-- she had grown up in a village, so the wilderness was no where for her to be. But... this place doesn't even look like anywhere I've seen or heard about before!

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{ I'm just going to assume that instead of Cirese finding the manner, one of the beasts would spot her first, and then she'd just follow them. xD She's not really the type to wander out into the forest, unless it's after a while, so it'd probably be more reasonable. }

[espedina]

||Daniel Luveau||

Well, speak of the devil, here his brother was. Daniel felt the vibrations of his footsteps travel the length of the wooden floorboards, and thus had turned his head to greet Lionel before his form had even appeared in the doorway. Taking in his brothers words with a silent, albeit slightly irritation look, Daniel was starting to realize the full scope of the issue at hand. If the clamor really had been loud enough to draw Lionel out from from wherever it was, then certainly it wasn't as trivial a matter as he once thought. What an irksome possibility- the very idea of intruders was enough to ignite the embers of his temper. To think, despite all their efforts, so one would've managed to find an excuse to venture this far into private property without invitation. Clearly, Daniel wasn't empathetic enough to consider the possibility that someone could require assistance, or that the obnoxious shriek of a noise they'd just heard signaled the departure of two souls from this realm.
"Contrary to popular belief, I do not have all the answers," Daniel replied back with a touch of sarcasm, though it would be distinctly more fond in manner than the tone he'd use to regard anyone else. With a sigh, he heaved himself out of the chair he'd gotten comfortable in and rose to his feet, striding over towards the window once again. It faced the front of the property, shouldn't it really offer a better vantage point- oh. "I see our problem..." He spoke up, reaching forward to use the edge of his sleeve to clear some patchy condensation off of the glass. He saw the twisted carriage before Cerise- the two bodied, however, had their presence shielded by copious amounts of scraggly, bare, low lying brush.
Grunting, he supposed if their was only one individual, then certainly this should be something they could deal with. In his usual manner, Daniel mapped out a course of action before getting too much (or, more accurately, any) input from his brother. "I'll go out and deal with whomever this is before they get they notion they can waltz up to the house." He had the care to explain himself, at least, grabbing a scarf and coat from the arm of his chair before squeezing through the space still available in the doorway. Luckily for him, the scales that dotted along the back of his neck, jawline, and arms could be mostly hidden with a few choice articles of clothing. His slightly slitted pupils? Not so much, but humans had a remarkable way of explaining away things anyways.

||Evanthia Lombardi||

Realizing the temperatures would adversely effect whomever was ahead as well as herself, Eva gently tried to goad a more lively pace out of Louise, even if she already was feeling the creatures building apprehension to maintain it's forwards momentum. Drawings its' ears back, the horse's nostrils flared in clear discomfort, and it threw up its hind end in a sassy little buck. Through grace alone, Eva managed to remain seated, though her hood had nearly flown off her head. Seriously, this was too much foreboding. Even if Eva was exemplary in reading people, no average mortal could pull a series of events such as this from the top of their head.
As her father had taught her long ago while out on the road together, she reached a hand back to feel at the saddlebags, reaffirming in her mind that if worse came to worse, she had a dagger there with which to dissuade any would be attack. That, and a fleet footed mount. Good thing she'd managed to talk the organization into allowing her that mode of transportation.

[adoration]

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Lionel turned his focus over from the window to his brother as he spoke, too used to his brother's sarcasm to roll his eyes or show any sign of annoyance. In all honesty, anyways, it amused him. After living so many years out in the middle of no where, with one of your only friends being calming solitude, not much could bother him. Except, maybe for the sight of the girl only a ways away from their manor.

At first, he didn't see the crash sight when his brother pointed it out. His eyesight wasn't as vivid and spectacular as his was, anyways, so he didn't bother to put some extra effort into seeing it. His search for what his brother had spotted didn't falter though; soon enough, he saw the carriage anyways, before spotting the black haired girl.

Squinting his eyes as he studied the crash sight and Cerise, he didn't pay much mind to Daniel as he turned and headed out the doorway. Not many pathways were near them, nor did people often stray off into the dense forest, so how had she ended up here? Possibilities flew threw his head, but he didn't look more into them as he rubbed his chin with one hand, soon afterwards tearing his gaze from the sight.

"What're you going to do?" he questioned, as he set off after his brother. He had no intent of following him out to deal with the young woman, but he was still at least curious. There wasn't much they could even do; most of the things they could do were rather harsh, on the other hand, even for them.

As he stopped a ways down the hallway, his eyes followed his brother. Raising an eyebrow, he called, "You aren't going to kill her, right? Some villagers are probably going to come looking for her, and if they find her missing and that carriage there, they'll definitely look to us for an explanation."
Villagers... he hadn't seen any of them in quite a while. Though, he preferred it that way.

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{ I'm going to hold back with Cerise's next post. I'm having a bit of writer's block at the moment, cause it's late, but there isn't really much for her to do either. }