Salinye

Polite is this Elder who Reaches out to Everyone around him Delivering his thoughts- Healing the broken In kindness and Love (I know you're not an elder, but there is no B in your name, so deal with it! *grins*) ~Salinye

Serena's hand trembled slightly as she fiddled with the diamond choker around her neck. Murder....accusations....MURDER? If she felt like an outcast before, she really did now. She wished she could just leave. Who could she trust? How could she know? Another drink, once again sounded good. Looking between Amanda and Wile E Coyote, the only thing she could think of that it just couldn't be the one person who had reached out to her since she had been here. Certainly it couldn't be Amanda. Perhaps their host was right. Perhaps it was Wile E. Coyote. She slowly distanced herself from him, praying not to become the next victim. OOC: I too choose Wile E Coyote. Sorry dear!

My timezone is right! Everyone else is a WRONG COASTER! *giggles and runs away* ~Salinye

Salinye litterally runs into Mynx as she leaves the Cabaret room, the mage barely avoiding being impaled by her scythe. The feline woman blushed and grinned at her sheepishly. "Sorry, Sal." "It's no problem. I heard screaming. Is everything alright?" Mynx's grin turned even more sheepish. "Yes, just getting a little frustration out." Behind her a treacle covered crow steps from the room shaking the sticky goo from one foot. Salinye can't help but laugh. Pulling her new friend into a hug, she whispered in her ear, "Isn't that a little backwards? I thought you were supposed to tar them THEN feather them. Not the other way around." Releasing Mynx from her embrace she smiled at her one last time before heading past her careful not to step on the raven.

I think it looks like the back side of a bumble bee. Wings and a stinger. BZZZZ! FRIDAY! ~Salinye

Okay, so I know this needs an edit, I wrote it late at night. The idea for this story has been tickling the edges of my mind ever since I wrote Ayshela's prediction. I thought it might help explain why the Scantavia brothers have their alluring effect on every woman they meet. Plus, I thought it might be neat to see Ivahna Quixotic in a new light. Perhaps she was something quite different than she is now. Also, as Gyrfalcon pointed out and Orlan could scarringly testify too. She may be timeless, but she is definately not ageless. ~Salinye

Ivahna felt her coach lurch as it’s lumbering sway came to a stop. The lull of the rhythmic movement had almost put her to sleep. She opened her eyes, seeing the lush curtains slowly cease their swish. She wasn’t too concerned about the stop, as they were not rare. When traveling through forests, they often had to stop to clear away things like trees that had fallen over the trail, or to water the animals or prepare a meal. She closed her eyes once again, unconcerned. Twenty minutes later, she was brought out of her light slumber by a knock on her carriage door. “You may enter.” She called back softly. The door swiftly opened and an armed guard stepped up into her coach immediately lowering himself reverently to one knee. “Your highness, please forgive my haste.” Sitting up, her royal purple blanket falling from her lap to puddle at her feet, she smiled at him. “Think nothing of it, speak freely.” Ferohn looked up at her and nodded quickly. “We’ve run into some trouble up ahead, and I think you should come right away.” “Alright.” Ivahna replied slipping her feet back into her shoes. The guard slipped back through the coach door and down the steps offering her his hand. She accepted his aid and dropped down from the carriage, the mist of the late afternoon causing light goose bumps to rise upon her skin. Reaching back into her carriage she grabbed a golden shawl, draping it across her shoulders. It complimented her deep burgundy dress nicely, her long black curls danced around her face and she nodded signifying she was ready. Up ahead of where her entourage had stopped, she could see a group of people gathered. Speeding her steps, careful not to trip on the roots that randomly poked up along the trail, she followed Ferohn, her curiosity growing. Crossing through the last of the trees into a small clearing she saw a small carriage tipped onto its side, a rather frantic horse still connected to it and pawing at the ground with it’s hooves frantically. To the left of the wreck a small crowd of villagers stood in a group muttering amongst themselves. Many of them gasped surprised when they saw her. The men pulled their hats off and bowed while the women backed away, their faces reddening in shame. “Your highness!” “Lady Ivahna!” “What is she doing here?” These words, among others, could be heard rippling through the surprised crowd. Ivahna paid them no mind. Her attention was on the limp and bludgeoned form of a winged woman upon the ground. Even in death, the woman was unarguably the most breathtaking beast any one there had ever laid eyes on. A human man lay crumpled at her side, bleeding from a head wound and sobbing to himself. Ivahna slowly dropped to her knees next to them. She had never seen the succubus in her natural form, with wings. The succubus preferred the form of a cloaked human-her attempts to not stand out in a crowd. Her assumption was that death returned Elisria to her most natural state. Ivahna knew the Succubus well. Years ago, she had entered her kingdom. She made a point to call a personal meeting with the Queen upon her arrival. Elisria was very forthright with what she was. She did not hide the fact from Ivahna. However, she explained that she had heard that Ivahna was a woman who listened to reason and did not commonly pass judgment without first weighing the situation. Elisria explained that she had come to truly love her previously indentured bed warmer, a human named Tomas Scantavia. They were married in their own private ceremony. She had solemnly sworn to him that she would never again use her magic to draw a man to her. Naturally, her very countenance attracted people to her; which is why she was never uncloaked except in the privacy of her own home. She was in effect asking for Ivahna to trust her and allow her to live within her kingdom. She wanted to raise children and everywhere she went, she could not find peace. The Queen agreed, granting her permission. The only other person within the kingdom who was informed of the Succubus’ true presence was the high priest Herick. He was given the task of helping to watch over her. He could walk among the people with more ease than the queen could. Any jaunt she took through the villages, drew too much attention. “What happened?” She asked softly, not rising and with her back still to the crowd. A multitude of voices began speaking to her at once. “She was stealing our men away!” “She’s a demon, look at her wings, we have proof!” Ivahna rose to her feet turning on them, her eyes revealing her restrained rage, her authority immediately silencing the crowd. Looking at the assortment of angry and ashamed faces of her people, she noticed the shrinking form of Herick. She couldn’t keep the shock from her face. “Herick? Herick. Please come forward.” The priest stiffened his spine defiantly, chasing the last of his ashamed glances away from his features. The group parted as he walked forward to stand before her. She simply looked at him, waiting for an explanation. She didn’t feel any questions from her were needed. When he finally spoke, he did so loudly and with a trace of arrogance. “I’m sorry, M’lady. My fealty to my God is stronger than my fealty to you. It is the oath I swore upon becoming a priest.” “What does your fealty to God have to do with this? You swore to protect her!” “Yes, M’lady, but only as she kept her vows. She has not.” “What are you talking about?” She asked, anger and pain flashing across her face. “Many of the women of the village noticed their men returning home later than usual, it was obvious what was happening.” “The only thing that is obvious to me, Herick, is that your flesh is weak. It was YOU who would not leave Elisria alone. It was to be my first order of business upon my return, but I never thought you….” Her words were choked by a rising lump of emotion in her throat. “You see.” Helrick proclaimed turning back to the villagers. “She consorts with evil. Demonic whores who would steal the fathers of your children, sexually enslave your sons.” “Stop it.” She spat at him, her temper flaring dangerously. “That’s not true. She had long ago changed her ways. You see her husband dying at her side. His soul was willingly bound to her. You have murdered more than one innocent life tonight. You KNEW she was innocent, Helrick. It was YOUR lusts that brought this about, not hers.” “You will face trial for this, Helrick” On her word, guards stepped in and began binding the priests hands behind his back and the mutterings from the crowd dropped to a dead silence, broken only by the small cry of a baby. A silent tear ran down her cheek as the priest was led away. “GO home.” She told the crowd and slowly they dispersed. Her men followed the wail of the baby to the tipped carriage and quickly pulled not one but two baby boys from it. “Take them to my carriage.” She whispered. Glancing one last time down to the babies dead parents, she said a silent prayer and slowly made her way back to her entourage pondering the changes that were sure to take place as she raised half demon/half human twin baby boys.

I like this, Ayshela. I think I can really relate to it. I really liked these two lines It's that dangled hope that keeps us waiting so long, isn't it? ~Salinye

Serena gasps horrified by the news. The news instantly sobered her. She put a shaky hand to her mouth as the host gave his speech. Hearing his accusation, she followed everyone's stare to this Wile E. Coyote person that he spoke of, waiting to hear what he had to say for himself. OOC: I'll vote, just not ready to accuse yet. :0) ~Salinye

So *YOU'RE* the one who warned him. Eeevil Tamaranis...I'll remember that! ~Salinye

I know you've been lurking, so I wanted to drag you on stage and say hello. Welcome to The Mighty Pen! ~Salinye

Serena smiled between Amanda and Shana relaxing a bit. "I would enjoy walking with you, two. See, the man who invited me was from highschool, I thought perhaps it was some sort of reunion. Those things terrify me." She gave the two of them a sheepish apologetic grin and tried to smooth some of the kinks out of her updo. "Well, perhaps we should go watch the poker game, then you could root on your husband AND keep an eye on your bank account." She glanced over her shoulder to the few people gathering around a table to play cards. ~Salinye

Mira’s angry eyes bore through Salinye in suppressed rage. He didn’t dignify her question with an answer, however, if looks could kill, she would have dropped dead to the floor. Salinye sighed. She knew he felt she had betrayed him. She’d have to work on helping him to see the truth, but for now, she needed to talk with Gyrfalcon. “I need to get him back here so that I can tell him the things I’ve learned of. Please don’t try to get loose or leave, it’s honestly for your own safety that you don’t.” His only response was to continue to stare at her with unrestrained contempt. Willing her door to open before her, she stepped into the hall and shuffled down it, the cold of the stone floor seeping into her bare feet. She looked up one side of the hallway and down another. Taking a gamble that he probably didn’t return to his own chambers, she shuffled down the last of the stairs and turned the corner just in time to see the green and brown of his tunic turn around another farther corner. “GyrE!” She called out walking as fast as she could to catch up with him, grimacing as the swift movement agitated her wounds. All was still for a moment before the ranger ducked his head back around the corner to look at her. “Salinye, what are you doing out here?” His eyes were haunted and he quickly met her halfway down the corridor with a few long strides. “You really shouldn’t be up and running around until you’ve had time to have a thorough healing.” The sternness that had been weighing on his face lightened a bit with his concern. “I know, GyrE. I know. I just really wanted to talk with you. You left so quickly…” He turned his back on her rubbing the back of his neck agitated. “I just really thought this sort of thing was behind me, Salinye.” “I know. I really do.” She shivered lightly in the cold stone corridor. “Do you think we could go back to my room? We didn’t have more than a moment to talk, and before you rush off to do anything, I think you should hear what I have to say. I’m knee deep in this too, let’s work together, yes?” She looked up at him exhausted, her eyes pleading with him to comply. Gyrfalcon sighed and his shoulders slumped forward for a second before he drew himself up. "Of course, Salinye. Without your aid, I'd be in serious trouble and I wouldn't even know it." He said with a faint smile. Once back in the room, she began filling him in on all the details of their trip to Tel Reth. She was careful to paint Mira in a very good light, hoping to help bridge the gap of animosity between them. Mira remained silent within his seat, a glare fixed upon them, especially her. “So, do you know anything about your employers?” Salinye thought about that for a moment and tried to describe them the best she could. "The man who seems to be in charge is fairly small in stature. I think he has some sort of protections when it comes to magic, but I’m not entirely sure about that. The man that seems to protect his is a monster of a man, extremely large and looks to have the strength of many men. The one in charge calls him, Bob. Truth be told, I'm not even sure if any of the others survived the attack-including our employers. While that may seem to solve a problem for you, it also creates another. It sure won't help clear your name if there is a demon attack in the one city that happens to have a group of people plotting your death within it. Especially if they are now dead as well." The mage furrowed her brow looking away from Gyrfalcon momentarily to see if she could tell if Mira was believing anything they talked about. Her inquisitive glance was once again met with his stone cold glare.

I'm pretty sure that most any foreign language piece is welcome in the manor of tongues. :0) Celes would be the one to talk to. :0) I'm a huge tolkein fan, I love the poem, but I'd love to hear it spoken. :0) ~Salinye

Yay! I'm glad you liked it, 'Shela. Also, I love how much I get to research people's characters to do this. I learn so much! Happy prediction-comes-true-ing! ~Salinye

Bumping this in case people are new and want to see the completed works! Any of you that I've done predictions for, if you're looking for a little somethin' somethin' fun to write, dig out that prediction, lets see how it comes true! *grins* ~Salinye

Since I'm writing with Madame Q again, I wanted to bump this so people could remember if they signed up and so that if anyone else wants to sign up they can. :0) This is an on going process that is done over time, so you gotta be patient with me! I read over all the old predictions and forgot how absolutely in love I am with Madame Quixotic and I'm very excited to write with her again! *hugs* ~Salinye

Ayshela! Your prediction is up! Madame Quixotic is on the move again! YOu have been warned...MWAHAHHA! ~Salinye

:wizzie: :wizzie: :wizzie: :wizzie: :wizzie: :wizzie: :wizzie: :wizzie: :wizzie: Sending you a reason to smile a lot. I like the way your poem left me feeling. ~Salinye

Not enough! Get writing! *grins* ~Salinye

Salinye walks into the room wearing an anti-dwarf-kisses hockey mask! Yes, Happy Birthday to you, Gnarlitch! ~Salinye

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Serena starts in surprise at feeling a friendly touch to her arm. Turning her head she looked at Amanda in surprise. Feeling a light blush creep into her face to have stumbled and to have her emotions so readable, she calmly smiles. "Yes, I'm fine...just...wondering if I should have come." Amanda wasn't quite sure what to say to that, but Serena erased her need to respond by introducing herself. "I'm...I'm Serena Nightingale. You probably don't recognize me without my headgear and glasses. I was the school newspaper and year book editor."

Simple. Eloquent and to the point. I sort of feel the few words give it more power. I also think they are sad. I hope you don't really feel that way. Would be a shame. ~Salinye