Deacon
Dwarf
King of the Werewolves
~ Last Lord of The Werewolves~
Posts: 110
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Post by Deacon on Jan 5, 2006 19:40:40 GMT -5
Deacon was going at a slow canter along the beach side. His mount, a dark colored stallion, traveled slowly. He had ridden the beast hard in the last couple of days, trying to get to the mainland of Narnia quickly. The Werewolf still fumed and simmered with anger as he thought back to the night when his life had changed. He couldn't help but blame Jadis and Aslon, because if he didn't blame them he could any point the finger at himself. He had been there Leader and King, but when they were invaded had failed them and most of his people had been slaughtered and his homeland burned.
Deacon pulled the Stallion to a halt and dismounted. He quickly made a small camp that was only a fire and a blanket thrown down onto the soft sand. His horse was grazing on a nearby bush, and drinking from a small ravine it had found that wasn't so full of salt. Deacon pulled the saddle from his horse and brushed his horse slowly gently mumbling words in the animals language to calm the Stallion.
When he finished the horse went back to grazing and Deacon traveled down to the beach side. He pulled his armor off and laid his sword down, still in it's sheath, on the ground beside his armor. Now the King sat there looking out into the water. His light brown tunic hugged his body lightly and he smiled as he looked down at one arm t hat had his tattoos on it and read the story of his Father.
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Post by Lilith on Jan 5, 2006 21:52:53 GMT -5
*the splashing of water could be heard..ripples gently "layed" down on the sand next to Deacon...then Lilith plopped herself on the rock..she had been resting all day..for she loved the night..she would sing and sing for hours..she layed down and looked up at the moon..she was a little ways out in the water from deacon..she looked up and just layed down and began singing about "laying your burdens down and something about white flowers on a grave..it was indeed a sad song..but it was enchanting..and almost entrancing...her voice was clear and like crystal in the sunlight while it makes the harsh but gentle tone..clear and wonderful...Innocent..and spirit lifting...the song was obviously a mermaid tune, for she made a lot of clicking noises to show affection...this was like a cats purring for mermaids, clicking their tounges...she closed her eyes and began to move her body gently and slowly to the music, the moonlight danced off her body and onto Deacon, though she did not know of his presence...she was like a shadow for only one source of light was pointing at her, and it covered her in darkness like a blanket from the other side of viewpoint*
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Deacon
Dwarf
King of the Werewolves
~ Last Lord of The Werewolves~
Posts: 110
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Post by Deacon on Jan 5, 2006 22:01:10 GMT -5
He had heard the song of the Mermaid, but had remained silent until she finished. The Werewolf looked at her, his eyes narrowed." Why do you sing such a sad song, Meremaid?" He asked curiously. His voice easily carrying over the water to the rock she was perched upon. He slowly pulled himself up and looked out at her. It was against the nature of a Werewolf to trust a creature that had appeared seemingly from no where. His hand quickly went down to his blade and he ripped it from the sheath. He didn't plan on attacking her at all, but holding it more to calm himself down. The reminder of his Father and Mother was heavy in the blade, and ever sense there death he found himself feeling like a fresh pup again.
" What could a creature of the sea know about sadness. You own untouchable lands, and don't have to worry about that foolish Lion and the Selfish Queen." He said malice heavy in his tone for even bringing up either of them in conversation. They fueled his rage, almost to the point of active aggression. But his Father had taught him better then that.
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Post by Lilith on Jan 5, 2006 22:10:11 GMT -5
*she jumped a little when she saw him..she turned around* I sing this sad song because deep in my heart I hide the sadness away, and I put a mask on..a mask of hapiness...you believe my life to be so much better than yours?..no no..every day I spend at least 2 hours crying about events that i couldn't cry about before..when they happened...I cry in the middle of the night but I let no one know..for I am espected better of...everyone believes me to be...Lilith the happy, the Joyous mermaid queen, the jubilant Lady of the sea, the caring mother of the ocean...well that is me..but only because I hide away my fear and sadness and anger...I am one of those who bottle up their emotions..but without people like that..who hide their emotions and carry on..and give hope to others..where would we be?...*she smiled* but no more talk of sadness and fear..*she saw him draw is blade and looked a bit nervous and offended* I am lilith, queen of the mermaids and Lady of the Sirens..and..*she opened her webbed palm to him..then closed it, gracefully placing it back on the rock* you are Deacon the werewolf, the undecided and the morally and emotionally..confused..you are also..deacon the brave..the Human of strength and hope...*she smiled and pointed to her head* you cannot keep me out of here..but more importantly..*she pointed to her chest, where her heart was* here...
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Deacon
Dwarf
King of the Werewolves
~ Last Lord of The Werewolves~
Posts: 110
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Post by Deacon on Jan 5, 2006 22:22:46 GMT -5
" You mask your emotions and hide from the truth." He said alittle disappointed in her actions." You should take a more active role, not cry every time your subjects look away." He said sheathing his blade and sitting back down." And I am not Deacon the Human, or The brave." He said looking back out across the water at her." I am Deacon King of The Shardaka. The Werewolves are gone." He said sadly." Only a few pockets of us remain. I am Lord of a burned land, Lord of a destroyed people." He said sadly." And I'm not brave, I'm a failure to my people. My first year as King I lost the Kingdom and my people." He said more to himself.
True he was a failure. He had wished almost everynight that his Father had kept the Throne. Then maybe The Werewolves would still be prosperous. They had been the species of Legend. Tales of his kind were told to get unruly children of every animal to go to bed. Tales of how if the child was naughty the Big Bad Wolf would come in the night. But now the time of his species were gone. And the blame rested on the shoulders one man, Deacon. The King of Failure.
No! The blame was for Jadis and Aslon. Her armies had come to his lands and stormed into them for no reason. They had never been enemies, infact they had never even known of the White Queen. But still she attacked, and the proud Wolves had lashed back. And then there was Aslon. He was supposedly a King of Bravery. But when the Creatures he had created with his magic. The children that had never challenged him asked for help, he never had come. It was there fault the Werewolves were gone. And he would have his vengeance.
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Post by Lilith on Jan 5, 2006 22:28:40 GMT -5
*she looked at him with pity..she vanished into the water...then an instant later, for mermaids were amazing swimmers, her hands grasped the sand next to him..pulling her body out of the water..she layed on her back and looked at him* In my song...it isn't just sad..it's for an individual who is lost in translation..who who cannot figure out their own heart...*she smiled* You must lay your burden down..and remember..vengeance will get you no where..I know the feeling..*she patted his chest this time..very gently..she wasn't completely sure of his motives* I know who you truly are for I can see it in your heart...
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Deacon
Dwarf
King of the Werewolves
~ Last Lord of The Werewolves~
Posts: 110
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Post by Deacon on Jan 5, 2006 22:34:59 GMT -5
Deacon grabbed her hand roughly." Revenge is all I have left, Queen." He snarled angrily." You will not take this away from me. It is all I have left." He said angrily." You may not be one to claim revenge for whatever happened to you in your past, but I was raised with honor and has a Warrior. Because of those two I lost my Land and my People." He said letting her hand go and looking down at her. She looked so odd out of water. Like an eel almost." They both will die by my hand, and I will feast from them." He said cruelly.
True, he would feast from Jadis and Aslon. His revenge would be sweet and he already knew how he would do it. He knew the Children of Adam and Eve where back and soon the Lion would crown them at the Capital. And there he would kill the Lion. For that is how you kill a King. Not in the shadows, but in his court. Where all his subjects can watch him fall.
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Post by Lilith on Jan 5, 2006 22:37:59 GMT -5
*she looked at her hand and rubbed it gently for it hurt...mermaids were very very strong, but only when expecting it..when in shock they are ones to faint, not to fight or be tough..she looked at him* Have you spoken to aslan?..ofcourse you...know that he got word your family was in trouble right?..ofcourse you...expect him..to know right?..though he made all these realms ofcourse ofcourse he knows about...just you?..*she was questioning him in a sense, but didn't want to seem to harsh, or forward for that matter*
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Deacon
Dwarf
King of the Werewolves
~ Last Lord of The Werewolves~
Posts: 110
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Post by Deacon on Jan 5, 2006 22:44:00 GMT -5
" Not just me." He hissed at her." But a land filled with thousands of innocent creatures. Who were all burned and massacred from a blood thirsty Tryant." He said as he looked at her. Anger filling his gaze." Maybe what I heard of his is correct. That he is a cowards and he is scared of Jadis." The Werewolf added as he looked into the Mermaids eyes." But I have no wish to speak to a supporter of Aslan. You will not sway my opionon of him. To me he is a coward who is to blame for the loss of an entire people." He spat at her.
(g2g, that's why so short)
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Post by Lilith on Jan 5, 2006 22:47:35 GMT -5
*she turned her cheek when he spat at her...she looked at the ground and slowly crawled back into the water crying..she slid in and returned to the rock before...she layed her head down and cryed gently*
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Deacon
Dwarf
King of the Werewolves
~ Last Lord of The Werewolves~
Posts: 110
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Post by Deacon on Jan 5, 2006 22:53:22 GMT -5
Deacon had no bad feelings about his actions towards the Mermaid. She had been a fool for following Aslan and he knew that soon this King would be dead. Hopefully by the hands of Deacon himself. Slowly the Werewolf pulledh imself up, gathered his belongings, and traveled back to the small camp. He laid down on his blacket, and soon was asleep listening to the Mermaid cry.
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Post by Lilith on Jan 6, 2006 22:24:14 GMT -5
*in the morning...while Deacon was asleep, she had just completely pushed what he said away..she was now over his body, her flipper was to the side, but her chest gently rested on his, not noticable most likely to him..she looked at him strangely..he looked so normal and peaceful..but that wasn't who he was... she shook her head amazed at him...a group of hair was in his face..she very very gently put her hand on his forehead and easily tucked it behind his ear and continued to look at him studying his face..she let out a light sigh*hmm..
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Deacon
Dwarf
King of the Werewolves
~ Last Lord of The Werewolves~
Posts: 110
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Post by Deacon on Jan 7, 2006 11:50:12 GMT -5
Deacons dreams had not been peaceful ones. They had gone back to the day when he had been crowned King. It was an everwelming day, but perfect from every stance. All of his people rejoiced at the new King knowing he would be like his Father and lead them to greatness just as he had done. But then came the fire. It filled his dreams and the sounds of his people screaming. Then all went quite and all there was was light wisps of smoke. Deacon began to roll in his sleep and then felt the soft touch of something. Slowly he opened his eyes and looked up at the mermaid. He was quite for a few seconds, then a low growl came from deep within his throat.
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Post by Lilith on Jan 7, 2006 12:01:25 GMT -5
*she began to softly click her tounge as all mermaids did...she rested her hand over his face and gently began singing and humming, slowly lulling him back into at least a half sleep...she waved her hand very slowly back and forth, in a motion that looked like she was physically closing his eyes*
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Deacon
Dwarf
King of the Werewolves
~ Last Lord of The Werewolves~
Posts: 110
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Post by Deacon on Jan 7, 2006 20:49:38 GMT -5
The growling contiuned for a few seconds then his werewolf side took over and it became a dangerous snarl. But slowly the growls and snarls died away and he fell back into his fitful sleep. He tossed and turned causing the mermaid to fall off hi, and he laid on his side low roars coming from him as he dreamed of the war.
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