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glacial_queenFor months now because I fail at posting, Jaenelle had been wrangling with the Dark Council about respecting the Territories of non-human Blood. She'd searched through editions of Blood Protocol, unearthed dusty tomes of Blood history, even begged Draca and Lorn for guidance. But no matter what she found, what evidence she presented, the Dark Council remained firm in its stance that without a recognized human representative, the 'unclaimed lands' were free for the Blood to take.
And so the kindred died. Not many of them. There was never a slaughter like in Sceval. But enough. Many, many humans died. Mauled, half-eaten bodies would be transported to various cities in Little Terreille and left there as a message. But it didn't matter how many bodies were sent back, there were always more people willing to take their place. The coven did what they could, making their Offerings and refusing to give aid to anyone trespassing on the so-called unclaimed lands, but it wasn't enough. It would never be enough so long as Jorval and the Terreillian bitches who pulled his strings, saw the possibility for opportunity and gain.
Four days ago, Jaenelle had tried again. And this time, when they'd been turned down, Saetan had ventured that it was possible that there wasn't a legitimate way to stop the Dark Council. Both Karla and Lucivar had turned on him, overwrought and furious, demanding explanations, pointing out that he'd fought them before, snidely insinuating that maybe he thought the kindred weren't worth fighting over now. But it was Jaenelle who stopped them.
"Yes, there is," she said softly, leaning on Saetan as they walked. "There is a way."
"Witch-child?" Saetan asked, concerned.
Jaenelle shuddered. "I never wanted this. But it's the only want to help them."
"What's the only way, darling?" Karla asked, worried at how pale Jaenelle seemed. How fragile.
Trembling, Jaenelle stepped away from them. The haunted look in her eyes, etched there by long hours of research and tallying kindred deaths, would stay with them forever. "I'm going to make the Offering to the Darkness and set up my court."
Three days ago, Jaenelle had retreated to the Keep to do just that. Karla had contacted Saetan at sunrise the next day to hear the result, but she'd been tersely informed that they were still waiting for her to emerge from the Sanctuary. That, at least, was normal enough. It could take some time to get used to the feel of your new Jewels. Granted, Jaenelle already wore the Black, had been gifted with thirteen uncut Black Jewels at her Birthright Ceremony, but perhaps she'd been gotten even more. Either way, it was an exhausting process, starting at sunset and going until sunrise. No one would begrudge her a few more hours to adjust.
But when Saetan had contacted her that evening to let her know that Jaenelle still hadn't emerged, Karla had started getting nervous. By midnight of the second day with still no word, she was pacing the estate and snarling at everyone who came near. And when dawn of the third morning had passed, Karla had announced that she was going to the Keep and the first person to protest was going to be on cradle duty for the next month. Which was why shortly thereafter, Karla and an entourage had departed the estate for the Keep.
Draca had seemed completely unsurprised to see Karla, merely conducted everyone to the same sitting room that she had confined Saetan and Lucivar. Tersa was also there, making shapes out of puzzle pieces. "Any word?" she demanded of Saetan, who was pacing the room with the air of a man who'd been doing the same activity for far longer than his patience would have liked.
"Only that there's a shield over every corridor leading to the Dark Altar that even the Black can't penetrate," Saetan growled.
Lucivar abandoned his chair and stretched his back and shoulders. "Why is it that your pacing isn't supposed to annoy me, but when I start pacing I get chucked in the garden?"
"Because I'm older and I outrank you," Saetan snapped, pivoting and pacing back to the other side of the room.
Karla snarled at both of them. These little flashes of male temper--of Warlord Prince temper--were making her uneasy. "Stop your sniping! This isn't helping anyone!" Leaving everyone else to get comfortable, she settled at the table with Tersa. Thankfully, there was one person in the room who was sensible.
"Something's wrong," Saetan shot back. "It doesn't take this long. From sunset to sunrise. That's how long an Offering takes."
Tersa tilted her head, considering. "That was true for the Prince of the Darkness. But for the Queen?" she shrugged.
Cold slithered up Karla's spine and she brushed her fingers along Jono's scales to make sure he was still curving around her throat. What would Jaenelle be like as Queen of the Darkness? Would she recognize anything of the girl who'd befriended her so long ago? "Tersa. Do you know something? See something?"
Tersa's eyes glazed. "A voice in the Darkness. A howling, full of joy and pain, rage and celebration." Her eyes cleared and she looked at everyone in the room. "Leash your fear," she instructed. "It will do her more hard now than anything else. Leash it, or lose her."
Saetan's hand closed over Tersa's. "I'm not afraid of her, I'm afraid for her."
Tersa shook her head. "She will be too tired to sense the difference. Choose High Lord, and live with what you choose." She looked at the closed door. "She is coming."
For the rest of her life, Karla was convinced the Darkness had something to do with the timing. Perhaps it understood that they were only human and they had feared for Jaenelle too much in the past to let it go so easily. Because at that moment, Jono opened his tiny mouth for a little snakey yawn--
--and promptly turned back into his human form, all naked limbs and psionic fire tangled up with Karla on the floor. There was a moment of silence as everyone took in the scene in front of them. And at that moment, the door opened and Jaenelle stood on the threshold. "What did I miss?" she asked, fighting back a yawn.
[Open to anyone in Glacia who wanted to tag along. NFB. Text adapted from Heir to the Shadows.]
And so the kindred died. Not many of them. There was never a slaughter like in Sceval. But enough. Many, many humans died. Mauled, half-eaten bodies would be transported to various cities in Little Terreille and left there as a message. But it didn't matter how many bodies were sent back, there were always more people willing to take their place. The coven did what they could, making their Offerings and refusing to give aid to anyone trespassing on the so-called unclaimed lands, but it wasn't enough. It would never be enough so long as Jorval and the Terreillian bitches who pulled his strings, saw the possibility for opportunity and gain.
Four days ago, Jaenelle had tried again. And this time, when they'd been turned down, Saetan had ventured that it was possible that there wasn't a legitimate way to stop the Dark Council. Both Karla and Lucivar had turned on him, overwrought and furious, demanding explanations, pointing out that he'd fought them before, snidely insinuating that maybe he thought the kindred weren't worth fighting over now. But it was Jaenelle who stopped them.
"Yes, there is," she said softly, leaning on Saetan as they walked. "There is a way."
"Witch-child?" Saetan asked, concerned.
Jaenelle shuddered. "I never wanted this. But it's the only want to help them."
"What's the only way, darling?" Karla asked, worried at how pale Jaenelle seemed. How fragile.
Trembling, Jaenelle stepped away from them. The haunted look in her eyes, etched there by long hours of research and tallying kindred deaths, would stay with them forever. "I'm going to make the Offering to the Darkness and set up my court."
Three days ago, Jaenelle had retreated to the Keep to do just that. Karla had contacted Saetan at sunrise the next day to hear the result, but she'd been tersely informed that they were still waiting for her to emerge from the Sanctuary. That, at least, was normal enough. It could take some time to get used to the feel of your new Jewels. Granted, Jaenelle already wore the Black, had been gifted with thirteen uncut Black Jewels at her Birthright Ceremony, but perhaps she'd been gotten even more. Either way, it was an exhausting process, starting at sunset and going until sunrise. No one would begrudge her a few more hours to adjust.
But when Saetan had contacted her that evening to let her know that Jaenelle still hadn't emerged, Karla had started getting nervous. By midnight of the second day with still no word, she was pacing the estate and snarling at everyone who came near. And when dawn of the third morning had passed, Karla had announced that she was going to the Keep and the first person to protest was going to be on cradle duty for the next month. Which was why shortly thereafter, Karla and an entourage had departed the estate for the Keep.
Draca had seemed completely unsurprised to see Karla, merely conducted everyone to the same sitting room that she had confined Saetan and Lucivar. Tersa was also there, making shapes out of puzzle pieces. "Any word?" she demanded of Saetan, who was pacing the room with the air of a man who'd been doing the same activity for far longer than his patience would have liked.
"Only that there's a shield over every corridor leading to the Dark Altar that even the Black can't penetrate," Saetan growled.
Lucivar abandoned his chair and stretched his back and shoulders. "Why is it that your pacing isn't supposed to annoy me, but when I start pacing I get chucked in the garden?"
"Because I'm older and I outrank you," Saetan snapped, pivoting and pacing back to the other side of the room.
Karla snarled at both of them. These little flashes of male temper--of Warlord Prince temper--were making her uneasy. "Stop your sniping! This isn't helping anyone!" Leaving everyone else to get comfortable, she settled at the table with Tersa. Thankfully, there was one person in the room who was sensible.
"Something's wrong," Saetan shot back. "It doesn't take this long. From sunset to sunrise. That's how long an Offering takes."
Tersa tilted her head, considering. "That was true for the Prince of the Darkness. But for the Queen?" she shrugged.
Cold slithered up Karla's spine and she brushed her fingers along Jono's scales to make sure he was still curving around her throat. What would Jaenelle be like as Queen of the Darkness? Would she recognize anything of the girl who'd befriended her so long ago? "Tersa. Do you know something? See something?"
Tersa's eyes glazed. "A voice in the Darkness. A howling, full of joy and pain, rage and celebration." Her eyes cleared and she looked at everyone in the room. "Leash your fear," she instructed. "It will do her more hard now than anything else. Leash it, or lose her."
Saetan's hand closed over Tersa's. "I'm not afraid of her, I'm afraid for her."
Tersa shook her head. "She will be too tired to sense the difference. Choose High Lord, and live with what you choose." She looked at the closed door. "She is coming."
For the rest of her life, Karla was convinced the Darkness had something to do with the timing. Perhaps it understood that they were only human and they had feared for Jaenelle too much in the past to let it go so easily. Because at that moment, Jono opened his tiny mouth for a little snakey yawn--
--and promptly turned back into his human form, all naked limbs and psionic fire tangled up with Karla on the floor. There was a moment of silence as everyone took in the scene in front of them. And at that moment, the door opened and Jaenelle stood on the threshold. "What did I miss?" she asked, fighting back a yawn.
[Open to anyone in Glacia who wanted to tag along. NFB. Text adapted from Heir to the Shadows.]
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Date: 2014-06-18 01:08 am (UTC)"Do we have to observe Protocol from now on?" he asked.
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Date: 2014-06-18 01:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-18 01:18 am (UTC)"In that case, I propose dunking her in the nearest fountain."
What? Clearly he'd been given permission to throw Protocol into the wind, here. It would be a shame to waste that.
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Date: 2014-06-18 01:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-18 01:22 am (UTC)Yes, Lucivar was at least mildly curious about whatever reason Jaenelle had to get him to let go.
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Date: 2014-06-18 01:29 am (UTC)Mortonsomeone in the very near future, while Saetan clenched his teeth, in an effort to keep from either laughing or scolding.Tersa, however, finally stirred herself and joined them. Shaking her head, she gave Jaenelle a poke in the shoulder. "There's no use wailing about it You've taken up the responsibilities of a Queen now, and part of your duties is taking care of the males who belong to you."
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Date: 2014-06-18 01:30 am (UTC)Because this moment absolutely needed Julian's input, yes.
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Date: 2014-06-18 01:43 am (UTC)Because, really, lighting Julian's behind on fire seemed like an excellent idea just then.
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Date: 2014-06-18 01:49 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-06-18 01:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-18 01:54 am (UTC)"All right, grumpy little cat, you have a choice."
How many people in the room shuddered when he used that line, exactly?
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Date: 2014-06-18 02:01 am (UTC)"Not one of your choices," he moaned. There wasn't a person in the room (besides, perhaps, Tersa) who didn't know what kind of trouble those were.
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Date: 2014-06-18 02:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-18 02:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-18 02:33 am (UTC)"One does," he replied, releasing her.
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Date: 2014-06-18 02:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-18 02:36 am (UTC)There really was no better reply to a statement like that, was there? All the little witches in the room were biters. Especially this one.
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Date: 2014-06-18 02:38 am (UTC)Amazingly, they both stopped. Gold an sapphire eues studied him for a moment before they left the room, arms around each other's waists.
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Date: 2014-06-18 02:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-18 02:43 am (UTC)But not a second before he managed to recover his dignity again.
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Date: 2014-06-18 02:46 am (UTC)"Oh, huh," Karla said, pulling out her phone to check the date and time. "Jono, I think it's Tuesday. Isn't that the day you have class?"
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Date: 2014-06-18 02:49 am (UTC)He didn't have a lesson plan! He didn't have a portal ticket!
He didn't have properly fitting clothing.
//Well, this has been a pleasure, my regards to Jaenelle once she's recovered some, Warren, you're still an arsehole, Julian, I sincerely hope you die in a fire, and with that,// he took another bow, //I'll take my leave.//
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