#rhaegallll

The room was lit by a single florescent light that flickered every couple of minutes like a bolt of lightning. That's what initially woke Alexis up. Her eyes fluttering open to the unfamiliar cement room and the course mattress that held her tiny frame. She could feel a few of the springs sticking her in her ribs and legs, but couldn't have cared less. Right now, her concern was where the Hell she was.

The young woman blinked a few more times to try and clear her vision as she pushed herself up on wobbly arms. An instant sharp pain in her head caused Alex to hiss and shut her eyes tightly - which, much to her surprise, caused a man she hadn't even noticed before to stand up and leave the room. She didn't know where she was or why, but she was willing to bet her soul that it had something to do with her father. And that thought alone instantly had Alexis trembling with fear.

“You can insist all you want. That doesn’t change my mind,” She would not be easily persuaded, “Would you like a list of all the things I’ve done that aren’t safe?”

Kly had felt the wards shift and ripple like disturbed water. She’d been looking for a bowl or a least a fucking mug when she’d sensed it so she could have her midday meal. She never had been good at keeping a tidy living space no matter where she was. She emerged from the tent, eyes wandering the treeline, wooden bowl in hand at last and a bottle of Imperial red wine. “Whoever is out there, show yourself! I don’t have the patience for this right now,” she barked with an air of authority. “Stone-fist, if that’s you trying to sneak, you’re still shit at it! And if you try to scare me again, I’m going to electrocute you, I swear to Arkay. Now come. Out.”

The strangest scents of all, it was what had brought him here. Staring at the path ahead Rhaegal moved forwards. The destination was unknown and that was thrilling in it’s own way. Climbing higher and higher, his humanly heart was beating eagerly faster against confinement of delicate rib cage.

Over several years Rhaegal had grown accustomed to his own surroundings but he hadn’t reached this land before. It was foreign to him as his was to it. Yet his own curiosity had inspired him to keep on moving forward.

Once reaching the height, the pathway had eventually disappeared under his feet. Following the scent Rhaegal had finally reached it’s source. ‘’Ohh,’’ he breathed out as he saw an injured stranger. Licking his bottom lip, Rhaegal offered help but the stranger declined.

‘‘Oh come come, now is not the time,’‘ he shook his head in disapproval. ‘’That looks quite serious. Allow me to take a look at it at least,’’ he offered again.

Valeria had thought that she had gotten herself deep enough into the woods so that no one would notice her. She wanted to be left alone and not pestered about anything. But she quickly realized that she hadn’t gone far enough and someone had managed to find her. For the moment she kept her gaze down at the considerable gash across her arm. 

The leather from her armor was cleanly cut through like it was nothing. The other’s blade had managed to hit their mark. Red eyes snapped over to the stranger as she heard him speak, her free hand moving to cover the gash as best as she could. She didn’t recognize him nor could she could guess as to who he was. 

But he was persistent. Most people seemed to be when they saw someone who was injured. “If I needed help, I wouldn’t have come this far into the woods.” Valeria replied, trying not to snap. After all, he was just trying to help so there was no reason for her to be rude. There was only one thing holding her back from letting him help her; she didn’t bleed. And that threw people off most of the time. Not many were too welcoming of vampires. 

“There’s really nothing to look at.” She huffed, glancing around to try and a solution to the open wound. “What are you even doing this far off the path? No one comes down here.” 

“Hm,” Kekipi tilted her head slightly as she looked up at the man. “I’d love to see you try,” she challenged, tossing a few of her dreads onto her back as she kept her gaze on him.

( @rhaegallll​ wrote: “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t want your pity.” )

Yiskah walked down the stairs, making her entrance to the ballroom. It was so strange to be in human form like this, but then demonic forms were hardly conducive to festivities such as these. The Horde had recently won a great battle against the Dragons, and Sammael had ordered a grand party to celebrate. She didn’t recognize anyone like this, and it was all terribly disorienting.

One of her fellow succubi, a lower level creature, found her and identified herself, taking her off to talk with their group. They were all looking forward that would be had in the dark corners and hidden rooms of the palace as the night wore on. 

The demon caught someone’s eye across the room, biting her lip a bit before looking away and returning to talking to her friends. They were all anxious for the dancing to start, and as the band warmed up she felt a soft tap on her shoulder.

Asta was just waking up when she felt the bed move, which caused her to yawn a bit. Brown eyes slowly open as she sees Rhaegal getting dressed, it didn’t click until she sat up with the comforter wrapped around her. “You were not going to say goodbye...” It was more of a statement than anything, she understood their past, but she couldn’t deny that she still had feelings for him. It was always hard for her to talk, especially after everything that had happened.