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    (Oh, he's a feisty one. lol)


    If Vivienne didn't know any better, she would say that the elf (that is what she was referring to him as now) blushed. She didn't want to assume, though, as she knew nothing about his anatomy and could only make guesses at this point. When he made an attempt to say "elf", it made her flash a brilliant grin. "Yes, elf!"


    She took his hand and allowed the creature to guide her onto his beast. Once she got over the initial shock of sitting on a massive dragon-like animal, she cleared her throat and gestured towards herself. "I am Vivienne. Viv-ee-an." Vivienne introduced herself in a clear, concise tone.

    //*Snorts loudly*



    Hollond glanced back at her, one eyebrow cocked above the other as he repeated her words, "Viv-ee-on...?" He slurred the last bit of her name as if tasting something new, almost foul before patting a hand against the beast's head, "Hollond..." The beast let out a low grumble as it beat its bat like wings and soared up into the air, hesitating as it was signaled towards the Arl city.

    Vivienne began to repeat the man's name, but as the steed took off it sounded more like "Ho-Holy sh*t!" as she clung to whatever she could get her hands on for dear life.

    Hollond looked back, amusement lighting up in his bright orbs, as the flying beast took a deep dive towards the wide stairwell that led up and into the city. With a not so graceful land, the beast crouched to the ground snuffling and groaning as it edged hungrily towards the grass. The male rubbed at the beast's head as if thanking it for the ride, fetched his herbs, and slid from the beast's back. He turned to the strange newcomer with narrowed eyes and gestured for her to slide down. "Qeelak." He ordered moving towards the long, spiraling stairwell that was adorned with strange vines and flowers. If he was honest, and he was, he was going to ditch the female if she was too slow. He'd deal with the consequences later. The male huffed to himself as he stood idly.





    //Oooh, bringing out the sassy Hollond! *Sirens go off*

    Vivienne shakily slid off of the beast and stumbled towards Hollond. Her stomach felt like it was inside out and her hands were involuntarily trembling. She had no idea what was going on, but it was starting to click that this probably wasn't Earth. She had somehow ended up on another plain of existence. Without any real reason, tears began to flood her blue eyes and cloud her vision. Vivienne sniffled a bit and followed her guide.


    (She's in the process of attaching herself to Hollond and I imagine that he is NOT going to like it lol)

    //Ah-man, Hollond is gonna be peeved! LOL


    Hollond glanced at the female and the tears beginning to form in her eyes. He frowned, not quite sure what to do but simply moved to pat her shoulder with a slight furrow of her brow. The male continued to frown at her, his herbs held fast in his right hand as he edged back towards the stairs still unsure if he needed to say anything. Would she even understand? He doubted it. "Wiilirk ve." He muttered his eyes still locked on her sad and scared form.

    (He's so cute lol. "Must not be emotional! Must be a robot!")


    Even though she was now crying, at least Vivienne knew that the 'elf' had some sort of empathy. That was a good thing to know, but she still had no idea what he was saying as he hesitantly pat her on the shoulder. As far as Vivienne could infer, this creature had 'human' emotions but was the stand-offish type. She was okay with that, but it didn't help her current situation any. As was her habit to disobey social boundaries, Vivienne grabbed the man's left hand with hers and clung to it, more as an emotional crutch for herself than anything.

    //Does not compute! *Shuts down*


    The male went still with shock, his eyes darting down to look at the hand that had been grasped. He wasn't ready... What does he do? He began to panic, his head tilting to look at a guard whom had left at a rather horrid time to inform the king of the strange arrival. Hollond's right hand raised, herbs still clutched in hand, and gently, but sternly, booped her on the forehead. "Origato gethrisj, si yenta!" He growled, still hesitant to do anything more. He was scared to move his hand for fear that the emotional female would crumple into a sobbing heap. "Graah! Xsio wux, rekisix! Winhal, sob sjek wux ornla hefoc. si doege moxt..." He huffed with an indifferent facade.

    (He is secretly concerned lol. I know his type ;) )


    Vivienne let go of his hand out of shock when Hollond booped her forehead. Thoughts began to race through her head frantically. Amongst her friends, booping was a sign of affection, but this man certainly didn't seem to be affectionate. On the contrary, he seemed angry by her intrusion onto his personal space. Her face was a mixture of stunned confusion and sorrow as she looked up at the 'elf'. Not quite knowing what to do with herself, she folded her hands together over her abdomen and stared down at her feet. A small sniffle escaped from her as she tried not to sob. It was her fault that he was angry, so maybe it would be best to not try to communicate unless necessary.

    //LOL


    Hollond gave the sulking and sobbing girl a narrow eyed frown before turning to the long staircase and moving to glide as carefully as he could up the stairs, "Wiilirk temep..." He ordered stopping to turn back to the girl in hopes that she would follow. This female, this strange creature, was quick strange with her quickly changing emotions and loud nature. He eyed her rounded ears as if disgusted, though he was more intrigued than anything, and continued up the stairs. "Wer daar ui svern ahead persvek wer thrinzilk. Nakta dout fothisev vhira vur zexenuma ssej."

    (She has no idea what he is saying, but she's going to accidentally obey anyway.)


    Vivienne followed her guide up the stairs, her eyes puffy and red, although her sniffling has ceased. She assumed he was taking her to see his leader or king/queen. Whatever the case, she should probably show respect and stay quiet. Maybe that was what his incoherent speech was suggesting she do, or maybe he was just telling Vivienne in great detail how much he despised her. Whatever the case, she needed to figure out this new language as quickly as possible.

    Striding up the last few steps, Hollond appeared before a large metal gate decorated in vines and green vegatation. The male stooped a bit to bow to the guard who stood rigidly, eyeing the stranger under his helmet and ready to pounce at the first sign of danger. The maid waved a hand to the guard as if in warning then passed through the large metal gates to pause halfway to look back at the female. "Kepla'nas doutan." He warned as he pushed past a few shocked individuals who all murmured to themselves as they watched the strange female move past.



    //Trying to buy a bit time for Dyl to reply with Aradace. LOL

    I don't know if you say this or not but..

    (I figured lol)


    Vivienne stared down at her bare feet in embarrassment; the floor felt especially cold as she listened to all the outraged murmurs from these elfin creatures. She mumbled to herself "Why is everyone so scared of me?" It took everything in Vivienne to not start crying again.

    //XD


    The male looked to Vivienne with blank eyes, "Svabol?" The male questioned still heading towards the tree palace. The wide, oak doors were held open to allow royals and royal workers to enter freely. Hollond continued in, looking away from the female and ignoring her worries. "Tir ti ulnot tenamalo. Dout tears xurwk astahi throdenilt xihooda vur fearful...." The male attempted to explain, pointing a finger to the tear trails on the girl's face then to the crowd of worried arls who attempted to follow after in hopes of figuring the strange female out.

    Sorry, been busy.


    Razylym shrugged, "Mercy is for the weak," he muttered simply. He began to pace around, trying to work off the pain. "We will probably capture some for slave labor, do not worry."


    A few guards flanked Myvillion as he stood, making sure he wouldn't try to run.

    "Mercy is for people with hearts." Myvillion countered, "And it seems you don't have one. You never did; and that's why I always hated you."
    The prince at back down, crossing his arms and looking away. There wasn't much he could do with the guards at his back.
    "I don't understand why no one ever listened to me.. It's like I didn't matter to father."

    //Late replies from me, I'm working on a separate thread to go along with this one. It'll mainly hold more information due to the limit on the first post. Everything will remain the same but more details regarding the race's appearance and some concept art will be posted there. Pardon me... *Exits*