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 Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 7:35 pm
Name: Freiask Age: 2 turn Colour: Gold Description:  Personality: Freiask doesn't like any human to be near her, unless Freia is there. When it comes to strangers, this gold is hostile, even with her handler is around. It would seem that she should of been a Guard wher instead of a gold. Freiask will sometimes force Freia to eat or sleep, because her handler has been going without for too long. She senses something troubles Freia, but doesn't understand why, so she gives her handler the attention that should be given, especially when Freia wakes up screaming or crying. On those days, it seems like they start working earlier. She only trust a few people that Freia calls friends. The others have a different sense around them and she doesn't like them. She looks for confidence from the young journeymen and apprentices, that Freia sometimes brings around. She understands that someday they might try to get one of her eggs. When she is about to run, this gold tends to be opposite her Bonded. She will still put up a fight, but nothing like Freia. During those times, they need to be near each other to balance each other out. Other:
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 7:36 pm
"I did not expect so, not quite yet," he continues. There is something in one hand.
It is a box. It is tied around with ornate chains, thick and heavy. There are eight locks covering the chains, of various colours. There are three locks smoking a thick black.
"˚ˆ˜© 宆˙¨®."
Two figures appear behind you. They walk towards the Great King, walk through you, without noticing you, both of them stand, but do not kneel. One is a woman dressed in flowing whites, she nods, acknowledging the figure on the throne, before offering an item forwards. A long, ornate crystalline sheath. The second, a figure in deep violets, steps forward almost reluctantly. He pauses, one hand in mid-air, uncertainly, before finally relinquishing, pulling out a set of eight keys.
"Have your desires been fulfilled?" The Great King speaks two, taking the items from them. It feels almost like you are watching a ceremony, an oddly nostalgic one. "Are you ready to return to slumber?"
"I have outlived my purpose, and do not wish to disrupt this world as it has changed to become." The Lady in White speaks first. Still, she does not kneel, only acknowledge. "I wish now to sleep, and only to sleep. I am ready to leave my legacy behind."
"As I no longer exist in this world as what I should be," states Violet, eyes beadily watching the Great King, "I too wish to sleep, and only to sleep. I am ready to leave my legacy behind."
"Then you have fulfilled your purpose." The Great King steps forward. As he does so, they fade away, becoming nothing but glowing orbs of light that slowly retreat and then disappear.
"There are only two more left," the Great King points to the seals, "And one already resolved." He points to the black pillar on his left. "The other remains. It has been a long time, and their grudge still longer, but it is time." He hands you a black key. It is a simple black key, but it seems to carry a strange feeling from within. It feels like a very important memory is stored inside. "There are still those who believe in them."
The black pillar begins to smoke. You hear it and feel it, malevolence, hatred, anger. Revenge. A maelstrom of feelings. You cannot stop it, they simply flow into you. It hurts even before you enter.
OOC: THE LAST ISLAND THE LAST ISLAND gaia_crown GO HERE to read it. Pick and choose as you wish accordingly. Once you have reached the end, simply follow the OOC. There is no need to write an rp reply to this island.
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