AURESQUE & CHILDREN PRIVATE - roleplay thread

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    [align=center][font=georgia][size=24]» Auresque Visrin

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    Rixalea trotted into the scene. She had yet to join a clan, instead spending the past few moons alone in the wilderness in an attempt to harness control of her demon half. The carciphona dipped her head to her mother, pale eyes peering up as she seated herself. "Mother."
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    Swan was waiting for Maeve to catch up, glancing back worriedly. Maeve was really the only person she was capable of caring for and about, but then again maybe she was simply feeling pity. She didn't know really. She glanced at her mother, giving a curt nod as she waited.

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]✶ — [size=10px]At the moment, the demon wasn't in the mood for seeing his family. He had already settled down in his two clans and he felt that it was a pain in the ass to head back to his mother's home. The hooded serval sighed as he arrived at the gathering. He didn't know any of his siblings very well, so this was a first for him. The only one he recognized here was his mother. Dreary saw the whole setup as a way for his siblings to compete for his mother's attention. This wasn't a friendly meeting, but a fighting rink. He was already a favorite of Auresque, so he didn't feel the need to participate in this 'battle', so he decided to stand down for now. The obsidian male stood near the front of the group. "I'm here..." he whispered as he waited for his mother to speak.
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    [align=center][font=georgia][size=24]» Auresque Visrin

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    Rixalea nodded, her pale eyes flicking across those of her siblings. She had never before met most of her siblings, but she felt the urge to protect them for her mother's sake. "Of course, Mother." she murmured quietly, her necklace flickering as the demon sickness urged her to start a scrap.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]✶ — [size=10px]His mother's speech only confirmed his suspicions. This was just a way to test out her children's strengths and abilities. He had to refrain himself from laughing at the dragoness' request, as the suggestion was too amusing to the child. It was kind of a shame that Auresque allowed for them to fight, but not kill each other. At least his mother wasn't setting any other ground rules. He played with the ribbons of his hood as he asked, "Can we draw blood?" Their mother had never specified how they were to fight. He reached into his hood and held the handle of his knife in case he had to use it in the future.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius' jaw was clenched as he marched on over, a fire in his crimson eyes. He did not want to be there. He despised his family - specifically, his mother and the 'chosen ones.' Those were, of course, the strongest of his brothers and sisters. He wasn't one of them, not anywhere near. He knew that this would be a day of relentless teasing and abuse.


    And yet he had still shown up. Why? There was the inkling of a chance that she would compliment him. It was pathetic, he knew, but he would take that chance. The undersized young tom approached, shouldering past Drearypaw with his lips drawn back in a silent snarl. "Sorry I'm late, mother dear," he huffed.
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    Damn, she was late. Practically skitting forward on her high paws, Bex's large jewelry gave off a large [i]clink from the distance. [b]"Aw *, what did I miss? It was probs interesting, too." Eyes furrowing, the female sat beside her siblings and glanced at each one. All were different, she guessed. Hearing Dreary had said, the feline blinked and rose a fictional brow. "Well, aren't you just full of sibling love?"


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    Oh look. One of the normals. The carciphona tipped her head as she gazed towards Marius with an amusement held only to demonic standards. Oh she was very amused. That he would be so openly rude to Auresque. That he would still show up even though he wasn't one of the favorites. He knew what it meant to not be favored by their mother. And yet he came.


    Curiosity pushed her to speak. "If you didn't wish to attend, Marius, why did you? Why not stay to your dear clan and leave us to attend to family business?"
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    "God damn it everyone shuddup. I can't hear poor maeve," wow, swan seemed genuinely angry for a split second before she smirked. "unless you think you can take on this hotness, then please shuddup. " she was one of the eldest children, and definitively the fastest.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify]She was here because she wanted to please mother but the idea kind of scared her, unlike the rest of the ones here, she had never shown any sign of being one of her mother's prized carciphona children with no demon soul to speak of and not even a fighter's personality to make up for the lack. The only thing she had going for her was being fated to be one of her mother's largest children - which probably made the fact she was purely mortal even more disappointing. At four months she was already the size of a full brown black bear and she was nowhere near done growing. That might help her out in a fight but there was the small factor of also being one of the youngest and she just didn't like to fight.


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    "I apologize, Mother, for being a bit late..." Spectre would say as she approached the group, most of them wth necklaces. The kitsune had her spear with her — she knew what this was for, after all. The carciphona wasn't going to lose her relationship with her mother to someone else. She worked hard for it. Eun helped her. Sometimes she got pretty sick, but right now she seemed to be doing okay without the necklace. That necklace... it had as much chance of getting on her neck as her losing her spot as one of Auresque's favorites.
    "I do hope all of you are prepared to lose." she would say, pushing down Eun, who would probably say something uncalled for.


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    AGE 12 MOONS.
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    "She likes us more because we're better. We're the heirs to this world, brother. And you're gonna be nothing but a lowly pawn in our quest for power. Sorry. Oh, wait. I'm not." Rix put a paw over her mouth, shrugging towards Losecontrol. She wasn't completely sure why the normals couldn't accept the fact that she and the rest of the carciphonas were simply more suited to acquire greatness. She adjusted her black gem necklace, the silver chain rustling her course fur. Her pale eyes remained locked on her siblings, each in turn.


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    ..But how was he supposed to explain why he had come without sounded like a desperate try-hard? Heat rose to his cheeks, and he scowled. "Unlike some people here, I still have my dignity," the undersized tom growled. He glanced around, for the first time, at his other siblings. "Speaking of which.. I'll gladly take any one of you idiots on in a fight."
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    She laughed and shook her head. "No, darlin'. We can't, I'm afraid. I'm an addict, and war is my drug." she huffed, flashing a small grin as she prowled around the edges of the group. "So, Marius. Bring it."
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    AGE 12 MOONS.
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    "I'm not kiss ass. I just know that sticking with Mother is in my best interest. The reason you aren't going to amount to much is because you refuse to embrace it. The darkness. Take a jump into the wonders of being a favorite, my dear. It helps. When you have someone like Mother vying for you, it helps others learn your name. I'm gaining credibility just by being related, dear. And even more so by being on her good side. What do you have?" She chuckled towards Lose, her eyes rolling.


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