Time for war. Semi-lit. Accepting

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(-flails- no more posting till I'm done DX lol)

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(Also, greed collects whatever he finds interesting)

[lynettetan1]

lol, okay. Btw, can someone interact with Roza/ Sloth to pretty much get her off her bum? Otherwise I think she would go right back to sleep... XD )

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My forms done C: }}

[iva wolf]

lol, okay. Btw, can someone interact with Roza/ Sloth to pretty much get her off her bum? Otherwise I think she would go right back to sleep... XD )

[Well, I can make Samir go to her, but Dead said to wait for her, so I'd rather wait and see what she'll write =3 ]

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Done.. p.s. accepted.
Was on ipad sooo ): )

[worry.]

Rylan
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The dark expanse of his mind play out before him. A story of love and loss, some would call it a tragedy. Rylan's eyelids fluttered open and with a groan he sat up in his bed. Sleeping was never his strong point, he had never seen a real point to it other than to torment him endlessly with memories of the past. The sun had risen far before he had awoke however Delilah was nowhere to be seen. It was a constant worry for him to be thinking about her all the time. However it kept his mind from wondering where it dare not go. With one last final yawn he tossed his blankets aside and stepped out of bed. The cool tile floor sent a shiver down his spine and told him that it all wasn't a dream. Wordlessly he began to fix his bed, making each side as parallel as possible. Rays of sunlight started to pour into his small room and lit up his surroundings. Delilah would be waking up soon which meant that he had work to do. Without as much as a groan he set a pace for himself. Starting with getting dressed. It was his usual out fit nothing fancy, just black and white. With one final glance around his room he stretched out, raising his arms high above his head. With a snap a pair of jet black wings unfolded from somewhere unseen. They fanned out, almost colliding with the walls of the small room. He rarely used his wings, he would rather walk places. After a while of not using them they would always become stiff and crooked. A final snap and he folded his wings back up into hiding. A few stray feathers fluttered to the ground around him and he grabbed one. He gazed at it for a long time before heading over to the only window in his room. Effortlessly he opened the window and a cool breeze brushed against his face. The feather he was holding had been blown out of his grasp and he watched as it was blown out the window and into the outside world. His Golden eyes fixated on the dancing figure before him. That was when he was brought back to reality.

Delilah while being almost the same age as him acted completely different. She was slow to wake up in the morning, but sure enough he would eventually wonder to her room and wake her up. It was only a matter of time. He walked to the door of his room and pushed it open. It groaned with protest. While the room he stayed in didn't look like much the rest of the castle was in a few words, majestic. The place was very lively and full of commotion, especially in the morning. Its hard to believe anything gets done in a place like this. Without looking back he headed right for the kitchen. There was already many servants running around preparing breakfast and he looked at them quizzically. Without missing a beat one of the servants stopped what they were doing and handed him a loaf of bread. The gesture made him scoff but he said nothing. After finishing his own breakfast he began to wonder around the castle. No matter how many times he walked the halls they always seemed to change. Most of the rooms were empty, aside from the rooms at the end. Each held someone of great importance of at least that's what he was told to believe. He stopped in front of a door and knocked on it quietly. "Please tell me you are awake madam." He regretted doing this every morning. Delilah, or anyone for that matter, is not very fond of being woken up.

[felix.]

(Um, I'm going I have to back out, as I didn't know we had to write this much, sorry)

[iva wolf]

(Um, I'm going I have to back out, as I didn't know we had to write this much, sorry)

[Wait, we're just doing this for the intro! Don't back out =( ]

|| Samir ||

Just as he was about to head down the stairs, the familiar voice sounded from behind him. Turning around with a smile, his blue gaze landed on the individual, who could be considered almost a mirror image of himself. Standing almost at the same at height, with hairstyles closely resembling each other, the only clear differences between them were their clothes and the colour of their eyes. While his brother had a burning flame of playful violet, Samir possessed a cheerful blue, which stood out the most from the rest of his ordinary appearance. Looking at him calmly, the boy listened to his brother's order and couldn't help but feel pleased. The feeling never lied. Snapping his fingers, he dismissed the spell he had made, making his cloak visible. Although he was about to say "all set", seeing how his brother was peeling an orange with his own power-enhanced hand made him, how should we say, a bit disturbed and awkward. Perhaps the last could be said because he very well knew that thing could be used and was used to peel not only oranges.
"Still no table manners, I see." the lad sighed, still caring that smile of his. "What is on today's agenda, lord Orange?"

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Wrath||Nyx

Nyx slowly blinked her eyes open, for a while all she did was stare at the design she'd painted on the ceiling long ago, the swirls and lines seemingly painted at random crisscross did her ceiling in white paint. When she'd first painted it most people had said she would grow bored of it and eventually change it- that was ten years ago and she still liked it. Sitting up in bed Nyx let the covers fall from her shoulders so they settled in around her hips, she couldn't remember her dream and not did she want to but she knew that she'd had one; even though Nyx had gone to be at a reasonable time she still felt utterly exhausted- a sign of a nightmare. With nimble fingers Nyx slowly undid her braid of white hair, loosened hair falling in waves down her back Nyx reluctantly left the comforts of her warm bed.
Feet on he cold stone floor Nyx couldn't help but shiver, even the air was cold, did the stones absorb the heat or something? Nyx's room didn't hold much, a bookshelf, a bed side table, a drawer and a bed; every piece of furniture was made of dark wood and her walls were black. In fact the only colour she had in her room was the white designs on the wall; on the left wall was a tree and across from it were birds in flight. Every wall had some kind of design on it and everything in her room had dents and scratches from her different temper tantrums. Looking around one last time Nyx moved to the corner so she could grab some clothes. Changing into a black tank, a pair of black pants and her customary black and silver choker. Lacing her boots Nyx took a deep breath before heading out of her room.
Instantly crowded by demonic servants that were each clamouring for her attention Nyx narrowed her eyes, they all wanted to know what she wanted or what they could do for her...as the clamour increased so did the scream in her head until it became a white noise. Clamping her hands over her ears Nyx let out a scream and suddenly there was a brand new hole in the wall. Glaring at the now silent demons Wrath hissed "I suggest you all find something better to do than bug me." she told them making sure to lock eyes with each one in turn. As they all left quickly Nyx noticed that a bird like creature had stayed "Yes?" she asked the annoyance clear in her tone. When the bird demon told her what Greed wanted Nyx sighed. Walking down the hall Nyx's boots made an easily identifiable stomp. "Greed! What's all this about organizing the army?!" she yelled at the boy and his twin "You know I'm not in charge of them." she said her voice just a tad lower in volume.