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The West Garden Gazebo [Estate Grounds - WEST]]


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(Syltamul)EAST GardenGazebo(EstateGrounds)

The West Garden Gazebo

 

For many generations, the Ladies of Syltamul Estate have designed and curated many beautiful garden areas, many containing benches, gazebos, and secret lover’s nooks hidden beneath the branches of willow trees.  If one follows a flower-lined pathway found on the WEST part of the Estate Grounds, they will eventually come upon the West Garden Gazebo surrounded by a small pond.

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DAETH

The Bearer of the Mark

╺ ✽ ╸

“Silence Has A Sound....”

Muhammad Imran Hasan


[From: the Heart of the Hedge Maze – Estate Grounds - EAST]

 

Daeth was tempted to phase Eddellyn and himself back to the Masquerade, but decided against it.  The shortcut would have them back at the estate within minutes, and he wanted to explore how extensively his wards had been destroyed.  In truth, he was less concerned with the fact that they'd been destroyed in the first place, than he was with who  or what  had managed to destroy them.  Because whoever or whatever had done so, had not only been able to discern the leylines that he’d laid, but had also been able to unwind their twisting, labyrinthine pathways.

He knew it wasn’t a daemon and not just because the Brand hadn't bled.  Daeth had woven the Game with a level of elaborate intricacy that would have–and had–made the wards virtually indiscernible to anyone or any thing that had even a single drop of demonic blood within their veins.  Even one of the Five wouldn’t have noticed the wards–the bitch herself, Slaan, would have had to step into and trigger one of the numerous Devil's Traps that he'd placed throughout the estate grounds to even become aware of its presence.  

So what or who, had it been? 

As Daeth led them down a cleverly hidden path that cut straight across the hedge maze to the west end of the estate grounds, he threaded his fingers through Eddellyn’s, gaining a measure of stability from the contact.  Her steady presence helped calm his suddenly racing thoughts, at least somewhat, but he still couldn’t stop from dwelling on one question: Why?  

Why would someone destroy his wards? What was the purpose? And, perhaps more importantly, why now?  Why, after all of this time, had they chosen now to destroy his wards?

He chanced a glance at Eddellyn from the corner of one bright amethyst eye.  Did it have something to do with her; was something or someone, after Eddellyn?  Daeth unconsciously gripped Edde’s hand tighter, anger burning in his blood at the mere thought.  No, that had to be a coincidence…right? He was struck by a sick idea that felt like ice in his veins: is that what the Fates had meant when they’d warned him to, ‘Choose neither’?   Had their incredibly pleasurable intimate  reunion been a catalyst for something unforeseen? Daeth shook his head to try and clear it.  

No.  It’s just a coincidence.  It has to be, because if it’s not, he will be paying the Fates a visit that they will not enjoy. 

It wasn't long before the pair emerged near the pond of the West Garden Gazebo. Daeth took a step, paused, raised a brow at Eddellyn, and then heaved an annoyed sigh.  Daeth wordlessly put two fingers to his lips and released a shrill whistle that pierced the stillness of the cool night air, and the sound was about as abrupt and polite as a heart attack.  Which is to say, not very.

In immediate response, the foliage began to rustle from various secluded nooks around the garden.  Instead of alarm, Daeth just looked impatient.  Still holding Eddellyn’s hand, he edged around the pond and walked towards the middle of the garden, as about a dozen or so heads popped up from many of the garden’s hidden “trysting” spots–most appeared in pairs, though he spotted a couple of threesomes, here and there.  If his sense of something off  hadn’t been gouging jagged tears into the back of his mind, Daeth may have been more amused.  As it was, all he could muster was something that could be mistaken for a grin at first glance, though upon closer inspection, presented as something more like a wild snarl cloaked in the skin of one.  

The Nobles who’d been caught mid-tryst were understandably irritated at first, until they recognized exactly who had interrupted them.  Then there were titters and whispers of, “Doruk Dormae” followed by the same question, over and over. “And who is that? was repeated with varying levels of seething jealousy, contention, and distaste as they glared at Eddellyn when they noticed her hand in his. 

Daeth pushed out an exasperated breath through his clenched teeth.  Everyone needs to get inside,” he ordered.  Then: “Now.”  Aggravation and unease deepened his voice and infused it with a type of intensity and demand–just a ghost of a whisper of the ancient otherness that Eddellyn had borne witness to in the Aegis.  The thrum of his voice recalled something primal, an elemental force that seemed to crackle through the air and settle into the bones, like an atmospheric shift precluding a distant rumble of thunder.  

It seemed to do the trick.  Most of the Nobles began to haphazardly pull on various articles of clothing, having belatedly picked up on the almost palpable tension that had oozed into the atmosphere; some looked to have even picked up on a nebulous sense of dread that slowly began winding through the estate grounds, carried on the currents of the brisk, salt-tinged air.  Even so, Daeth could tell that a few of them weren’t happy with being ordered to do something, even if the order was given by the Syltamul’s special Guest of Honor.  However, before he could snap at the stragglers to, “just pull your damn pants up and get moving!” a somewhat disheveled, though admittedly handsome young Elven lord with deep brown hair and bright green eyes, approached them.

Daeth turned and regarded the Elf, eyeing him coolly at first, with a mildly disinterested gaze.  Then he took a closer look at the man’s garb, and noted that the color of his unbuttoned, double-breasted coat perfectly matched Eddellyn’s (now ruined) gown.  As realization jolted through him, slow, wolfish grin turned his lips and he fixed the Elf lord with a piercing amethyst stare, the edges of his grin suddenly sharp enough to cut. 

This had to be the mysterious date that brought Eddellyn to the ball. In response to Daeth's intense scrutiny, the young lord straightened his shoulders and squared up to him.  Daeth almost laughed, but managed to tamp down the urge when he caught the pointed, sideways look that Eddellyn shot him.  

Wyn?!” asked the Elf lord.  Daeth continued to study the young Elven lord with a slow, deliberate sweep of his too-purple gaze from head to toe, taking the other man's measure.  The young Elf did the same.  Daeth casually released Eddellyn’s hand, only to curl his fingers over her sword belt and tug her closer.  He leaned down, his lips barely brushing her ear as he spoke.

Your date, I presume?” he asked in a low, throaty voice.  He slid his hands around and settled them comfortably around her slender waist.  “Don’t worry, I’m not jealous…” he assured, before proceeding to kiss her–and quite thoroughly.  “...much.”  

Daeth knew he had no right to be jealous and knew that it was hypocritical of him to even be jealous of whoever Eddellyn chose to spend her time with–afterall, this whole masquerade was so Callon and Amarice could show off their new bedmate and inspire envy amongst their fellow Bridgeway Nobles.  It was irrational to feel any level of jealousy, no matter how mild, after all the time that they’d been separated.  

Still, as Daeth released her and took a small step back, he had to admit that he couldn’t really help it–Eddellyn had never exactly engendered rationality within him.  

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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate(1/2) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi
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Eddellyn Wynterleaf

- ft. Lord Travion Winterlow - 

[From: the Heart of the Hedge Maze – Estate Grounds - EAST]

Eddellyn winced at the sharpness of Daeth’s whistle, the sound unexpected as they passed by a pond, shattering the relative peace of the night. The reaction to the alarm was equally unexpected as a dozen faces appeared from a variety of locations surrounding the walkway, their expressions ranging from annoyed to mildly amused, and everyone was in some state of undress. Travion hadn’t been exaggerating when he said the masquerade would devolve into an orgy. 

She snickered, a muffled sound, lost behind Daeth’s command for everyone to re-enter the ballroom. The power and effect of his voice was undeniable, so it wasn’t surprising the guests obeyed the order without protest. Nevertheless, they were still unhappy at being roused from their entertainments, muttering and grumbling, as they slowly put their clothes back to rights to head back inside. She couldn’t be certain but she thought she could hear Daeth grinding his teeth in impatience at the prolonged waffling of the group. 

In the midst of the murmuring voices and rustling bushes, as one-by-one people marched back up the pathway toward the west wing, Wynterleaf became aware of the attention they'd garnered as the party-goers recognized who had interrupted their activities. On the heels of that realization,  their attention immediately swung to her and the hand that held Daeth’s. Piercing glares full of hauteur and malicious hate sized up her person, as the whispers about her identity increased in volume and the conjecture that she was not one of them clear for all to hear. Not liking being the center of attention but not going to be cowed by the nobles, Wynterleaf held her chin up and matched each speculative gaze with a dismissive one of her own, her lips pressed firm and her eyes narrowed daring them to address her directly. 

A slender elven noble extricated himself from the shadows and approached the pair, his appearance rumpled, betraying his activities only seconds prior. His jacket hung open, the shirt beneath hastily buttoned so it was unevenly closed and brown hair that earlier had been styled to appear effortlessly windblown was now decidedly mussed. Tawny brows were lifted in surprise as the elf addressed her by name, “Wyn?"

“Trav!” 

There was a genuine smile on her face and her tone was of mild amusement as she greeted the elven lord, but she didn’t get a chance to say much else before Daeth leaned in close and kissed her in a blatant display. The hours they had spent in the Aegis had done little to cool the heat between them and Eddellyn started to lose herself in the kiss, again, the hand she had braced against him sliding beneath his edges of his coat to allow her fingers to sweep across his bare chest. 

It was a long minute before they separated and focus returned to Eddellyn’s gaze, which eventually tracked to a point over Daeth’s shoulder to where Travion stood with his arms crossed and an arched brow. At least Wynterleaf had the grace to flush at being caught out by the other elf. 

Seeing Travion again brought a sense of reality to the evening. She had the bizarre urge to embrace him if only to ground herself. Until now she could have convinced herself everything that had preceded was a dream; that her mind had conjured Daeth and provided a scenario for what could have been between them. But the face of her new friend, someone she'd only recently met and knew nothing of her connection with Daeth, leveled the moment in absoluteness. She swallowed heavily.

“The business you had to do here?Travion’s question was heavy with suggestion and a touch of something else, bitterness? Wynterleaf studied the noble’s features closely trying to discern if that’s what it was. He wasn't disappointed that she hadn’t sought his attentions, was he? 

She pushed the notion aside, she’d given no indication she was interested in him that way, but the color was high in Wynterleaf’s face as she answered. “Not precisely, though you did warn that these events tended toward the bacchanalia."

Wynterleaf cut a glance to Daeth, who had fallen silent at her side as he watched the guests, ensuring they followed orders and didn’t stray back into the gardens, but she had the impression he paid close attention to her and Travion. Her lips flattened, she didn’t know what to make of his kiss or the remark that he wasn’t really jealous. After numbing her feelings to only surface level for so long, the mire of emotion she was navigating now was new territory. 

She cleared her throat and quickly made introductions. “Trav, this is Daeth... erm, the Syltamul’s 'guest of honor'.” The description left a sour taste in her mouth. “Daeth, this is Lord Travion of the Greater Noble House Winterlow and as you so correctly guessed, my date tonight.” 

Attempting a teasing smirk, she looked pointed beyond Travion, to the place where he’d emerged from the shrubbery. “Apologies for interrupting you mid-festivities. Hopefully, nothing that can’t be resumed later.” 

Travion flicked a bit of grass off his jacket. “It was nothing. All part of what’s expected of the masquerade and something to pass the evening hours that stretched tediously before me. The Lady Martym was just as happy to escape the ballroom as I was!” The smile on his lips didn’t quite reach his eyes, there was a tightness at the corners that hinted at something else. 

Travion clucked his tongue as he took in her attire, his features easing somewhat as he teased. “Shame about the dress, M.Chemaux had outdone himself with that one. I should have warned you to be careful in your enthusiasm; a guest changing outfits mid-party is a bit gauche. Describing the state of someone's attire at the end of the party is all part of the cachet. The intrigue of guessing how many times they slipped in an out of it and with who. Although, if the outfit is ruined beyond salvage...” Trav tapped a finger to his lips lost in consideration. If his date was the source of the most delicious gossip from the ball...

He sized up Daeth gauging him to be momentarily preoccupied scanning the darkness for threats and the elf leaned closer to whisper conspiratorially to Wynterleaf. “But I definitely should have told you that the guest of honor is off-limits as a conquest. If Callon or Amarice find out what you’ve done, I won’t be able to protect you.” 

Wynterleaf wasn’t worried about the Lord and Lady of the house; there was no space for them in her mind other than finding where their study was located and even that was getting pushed further down the list of priorities.

She lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “You did mention I’d be walking into dangers here, although maybe a bit more metaphorically. I think there may be more pressing threats at the moment.” 

She was still uncertain as to why there was an importance to get inside but trusted that there was an urgency - the absence of Daeth’s typical laissez-faire demeanor was an indication something fairly serious was happening. 

Wynterleaf tipped her head in the direction of the house. “Best come along with us; stay close." 

As they wound their way back up the path toward the house, a silent march through the night, Wynterleaf took the ruby from her pocket and surreptitiously pressed it into Travion’s palm. “It wouldn’t be right to keep it when I don’t need it. I’d teased I wasn’t going to return it but the stone belongs to you, your family, and perhaps one day to a lovely elven woman who appreciates fine stables.” 

Her conscience unburdened by handing over the necklace, Wynterleaf picked up her pace a step, and before she could overthink the action, her hand sought Daeth’s again. She gave it a reassuring squeeze, though she wasn’t sure if the action was meant for him or herself.

“What do we need to do?” 


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[OOC: Daeth, Eddellyn & Travion to The Grand Tiered Ballroom - Estate Interior (Ground Floor)]

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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate(1/2) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi
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DAETH

The Bearer of the Mark

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“Fighting battles is like courting girls: those who make the most pretensions and are boldest usually win.” 

 – Rutherford B. Hayes


[OOC: from Syltamul Estate - The Grand Tiered Ballroom]

Battle w/ Maarazaar - pt.1/3

 

Daeth phased out of the darkness in front of Maarazaar’s seething mass of inky flesh, tendrils, elephantine features, and—if we’re being honest here—some rather janky teeth.  Some of his usual indifference came to the fore as the dark angel held Succubus loosely in one hand, leaning against the legendary weapon as he disdainfully scrutinized the daemon apostle.  He sketched a flippant gesture towards the towering daemon, making a small, ‘tch!’ noise in the back of his throat as his amethyst gaze traced over Maarazaar’s pitch black form.  

So…what? You’re some kind of daemonic, janky-tooth…elephantis?”  Daeth grinned coldly.   “Christ, the deus in manu  are really scraping the bottom of the barrel these days when it comes to apostolorum.”  He tapped his lips thoughtfully.  “At least the last apostolis looked kind of like a wolf or something,” he said musingly.  Daeth flicked his hand in Maarazaar’s direction.  “All of this is just…tragic.  Maybe you should just kill yourself now and save me the trouble—killing you apostolorum  has lost some of its shine, if I’m being honest.”  

The dark angel spread his wings and took to the air, hovering at eye level with the house-sized daemon.  Truth be told, Daeth didn’t really need his wings to “fly”, because even calling it “flying” was somewhat of a reach.  Though it has long been rumored that the Aeros race was descended from Celestials, angels did not “fly” as did the flighted folk.  They bent space around themselves to move from point to point.  Celestials had wings because people thought that angels should have them.  Therefore, they did, and it was as simple and as complicated as that.  

No matter how Daeth did or did not fly, he hovered before Maarazaar, nonetheless.  He still held Succubus  in a loose, non-threatening position.  “How about this,” he began conversationally.  “I’ll give you a chance to crawl back into the stinking hole from whence you came—and I’m not talking about your matris.”  Daeth’s grin was sharp enough to cut.  “Crawl back into the Pit now” he idly twirled wicked, 'double-bladed' scythe.  “...or go back in pieces.”  He shrugged expansively.  “I mean, I know what I’d  choose, but that’s just me.

The dark angel pretty much knew how it was going to go, but hey—it can’t hurt to at least ask, right?

Well, apparently it could, because with an ululating cry that split the air and rolled in shivering waves over the estate grounds, Maarazaar raised up its elephantine trunk, its giant moon eyes suddenly glowing luminescent yellow.  Daeth tensed but nothing immediately happened.  He gave the daemon a bland look.  “Wow, the quality of apostolum  has tanked—it’s actually way  worse than I thought!” he exclaimed. 

That’s when Daeth caught sight of something streaking through the sky far overhead from the corner of his eye.  He turned, looked. 

Daeth’s irreverent attitude instantly fell away.  

Both he and Maarazaar blinked from view at the same time, the daemon heading north and  Daeth rushing to intercept the small meteor that was now plummeting on a collision course towards the Syltamul Estate.

 

[OOC: heading to cut off a meteor at Hidden Garden Clearing (Estate Grounds NORTH)]

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TOM-CAT: A Stab in the Dark - Pounce!(1/2) - Teleskela - Kiana Beach Battle(1/2/3) - My Prey - Botched Massacre(1/2) - Try Again - ★Powder Keg - Soft,soft - ★Stupid Little Tom-Cat - ★Miiya & Cat-Tom - Sparring(1/2) - Kidney Punch - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss - ☆Overwhelmed by Intimacy - Returning to Her - ★Bath Time Bonding - ☆Wings, Tails, & Love - ☆Cave Storms - Climbing the Walls - ★1st Kiss - ★Makeouts & Memories - ★Laughter & Kisses - Eros & Hormones -Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! - Cat-Tom vs. Skaven - ☆(Forced) Shift Back - 9-1 Lives - ★A Beast in the Darkness - ☆Bored Nihilism - Cat vs. Dragon - ★Emotionally Exhausted Bath - Catboy, Interrupted - All For Her - ☆Bellissimo Gato
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate(1/2) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[Chatte]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
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