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Post by Φueen Keziah on Jan 23, 2009 23:52:25 GMT -5
All Hail the ωhite Φueen ♥Zekiah Maion [/font] The queen sat perfectly upright in her throne, twiddling her thumbs back and forth. She had things to do, most certainly. She was queen, after all, which meant she had very... queenly things to do, but not a single one seemed to come to mind. In fact, the day so far had persisted on being rather dull. Something interesting had to happen. She squinted her crimson eyes at the air before her as she suddenly transformed into a white cat and pace about the seat of her chair for a minute before settling down to lay, tail swishing back and forth lazily as she tried to think of some sort of entertainment.
There was some need within her, but she couldn't place entirely what it was. What had she done today? Her mind drifted as she tried to remember, but everything seemed a complete and total haze. Something needed to liven up in this place, and Zekiah couldn't seem to muster up a single thought that pleased her. She'd eaten only a half an hour ago; she didn't want to do that again. She'd gone to town, but nothing interesting was going on. There hadn't been a single person brought before her to be judged, and she even managed to take a nap in the garden. How absolutely, dreadfully boring the day was becoming! She simply had to do something to liven things up.
Shifting again as she jumped off the chair, she returned to her long-haired self, though a lock that ought not to fell in her face and she genuinely looked upset. Zekiah was somewhat anal about her hair. It always had to be perfectly straight, and as such she pulled a small pocket mirror from her sleeve to pat it down perfect once again before a sudden peak of excitement and pride overwhelmed her.
Zekiah always felt her emotions before she had a reason to, and she fanned herself slightly as a wide smile came over her face even as her eyes narrowed at a hair that was out of place on her head. She attempted being upset at the way her hair was disobeying her, that one naughty strand, and yet she couldn't help but remain beaming, the kind of beaming she only did when her pride and joy to the world was around her. Perhaps Kuro was coming to see his dear mother and bring her a surprise! She did so very much adore his surprises, after all, especially when they involved some sort of interesting game.
She tucked away the mirror and clasped her hands together as she began to walk down the carpet towards the doors and back toward her chair, walking perfectly down the middle of the line. Yes, yes, something was going to make her happy. How boring that she had to wait! [/size] Reserved for the Blood Prince Kuro
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Post by Kuro on Jan 25, 2009 1:08:31 GMT -5
The palace of Kuro's mother was a very large elegant one. It's been his home for years, he never knew anything else. Kuro remembered when he was young being so sheltered and never really wanting to leave this castle, but everything outside of it was so much more fun. Of course not that in the way you would imagine. This is the 'Blood Prince' after all.
Kuro was a simple child, it was his surroundings and atmosphere that made him who he was. Not that he wasn't thankful, but sometimes it did put unnecessary thoughts into his head. He enjoyed what he did, what child wouldn't enjoy torture and killing? Well of course only if he was brought up that way. So was this life destined solely for him? These were the notions that overflowed his thoughts. But whenever he came cross the rich desire that was bloodshed the useless thoughts hid themselves. They never went away completely though; always hovering right there in a small cavity in the back of his mind. Pushed away, never to be brought up in conversation. What would his mother think?
Kuro approached the magnificent dwelling and was allowed in immediately. He was the prince after all. The guards looked at him with such terror, Kuro smiled at their reactions. He loved to strike such fear in all, it was a bit of a blood rush. Kuro had been away from his home for a couple of days just walking around the various areas that stood around their home. The palace 'was' where he lived and a rather boring place at that. If he didn't have to be there he wouldn't stay. Every once in a while it was a good idea to check in though, just to see the face and well being of his mother. And what possible orders she had for him to deal with.
On the outside Kuro was an uncaring cold being, but inside he held a special place for the woman who bore him. She did take care of him after all. This was his mother, most definitely the most important person in his life. If Kuro ever fought for anything it would be her. His personality changed most around her, you could say at some points he would revert back to a childlike state. It was an unusual habit, a weakness he kept to himself. If others knew about such a thing they would definitely hold him in a different light and potentially use this against him.
Kuro clenched his hands into fists and swayed them at his side as he walked through the palace. She would most likely be located in her throne room, so Kuro was on his way over there. He didn't know what sort of news would be awaiting him, but hopefully it was something good.
The door to the throne was decorated differently from the others. It was impossible to miss. The image of it was burned into his mind, how many times has he come here? Kuro sighed to himself for a second, and then used both his arms to push open the grand double doors. Inside low and behold was his mother, the White Queen. A powerful woman in control of a palace and land surrounded by ice. It was always her Kuro was used to seeing, his father (wherever the hell he was) didn't hold the same delightful image in his mind. "Ah, mother." He spoke acknowledging her. His words held a hesitant air to them, almost as if he was surprised to see her here. He had been thinking too much lately about irrelevant things. It must have mussed up his mind.
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Post by Φueen Keziah on Jan 27, 2009 15:26:34 GMT -5
All Hail the ωhite Φueen ♥Zekiah Maion [/font] “Ah, my darling Kuro!” the queen exclaimed upon the sight of him. Her baby boy, her heir and murderous prince, she positively adored him. In her deluded world, no one was better suited to be showered in her utmost love. Kuro was exactly as she hoped her only ‘legitimate’ babe would be, and the spitting lovely image of her beauty at that!
Always a touch-orientated person, she walked forward to drape her arms about her son’s shoulders and kissed upon his cheek with a pleasant hum. Her love of him was apparent even through her heavy lidded eyes. Zekiah had always been cligny to what she considered her property, doubly so if the property could actually breathe. No one could deny that she loved Kuro. He had certain qualities about him that calmed her silly thoughts on mortality. Kuro was to be her replacement in power, and Kuro was hers, therefore even when, if Zekiah were to die, her beloved son would keep the kingdom as her property by making it his own.
Still cheery, the queen flashed a huge smile behind her ruby painted lips as she cupped a hand to claps his chin. “Precious, how as your day been? I assume you were working hard, sweetheart. Stab anyone? Fight any nasty rebels? You simply must tell me all about it!”
She backed away beaming brightly as her eyes glittered in the dimly lit throneroom. For the moment, at least, she was positively chipper with the assumed pride she figured she ought to have for her prince. Why, anyone in the entire kingdom ought to be proud of her precious Kuro, so handsome, and strong! Yes, Kuro was her way to immortality. What did she have not to absolutely love? She loved herself, and as such she loved him.
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Post by Kuro on Jan 31, 2009 14:55:05 GMT -5
His mom was cheery as usual. She walked towards him and draped herself over him. Kuro didn't mind it, it was the type of person she was. But Kuro wasn't the type to show much expression, so he just listened to her sweet voice with a stoic expression as she praised him. Kuro liked being loved so much, it was nice. It was the only type of loved he ever experienced, and it was a very different feeling from his usual rampaging self.
She held his cold face in her warm hands and asked him about his day. Much hadn't really been going on, but one thing did peak his interest to bring up to her. She walked away and pranced around with an angelic aura, Kuro stood where he was for a moment or two and then started following her slowly. "There seems to be new rebels coming into Wonderland." Through a mirror...that's what that little pest from the forest spoke about. What exactly was going on and what type of mirror was this? They already had enough rebels to deal with. "They seem to be coming through some portal." Kuro wasn't sure if his mom already knew about this or not, but it was the only thing really going on that he dealt with. Kuro hovered behind her as he awaited her response. It wasn't a big issue, but what was the best way to go about this? Well kill them all of course. But it was something his mom would have to decide, she was the Queen after all and he always followed her orders. They both shared the same mind and thoughts though, so killing would most likely be the solution. Not that Kuro minded it at all.
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