Orlouge leaned back against the padded seats of the carriage, his arms crossed lazily over his
chest. Next to him sat Ildon and across from him sat Ciato.
"This traveling about bores me. I will be pleased when we reach Facinaturu..." Orlouge said.
Ildon sighed in response, finding the long hours riding in the carriage just as boring as his master
found them.
"It is indeed tiring Lord." Ciato agreed and Ildon shot the blond haired man a look of dislike
which Ciato returned with a smirk. The noise of the horses quick hooves on the stone street
echoed outside the carriage and then all at once the horses gave an equine scream and the
carriage rocked and shifted, as though hitting something.
"Rastaban! What is that racket!?" Orlouge yelled as the carriage halted, pushing the curtains
of the windows aside so he could peer out to see Rastaban jumping down from his perch where
he'd been holding the horses reins to look about.
"Lord, there has been an accident. A human ran out in front of the carriage and was crushed
under the horses hooves and the wheels." Rastaban said nervously, the reins still gripped tightly
in his right hand.
"What?!" Orlouge said, kicking open the carriage door and getting out, gazing back behind
the carriage at the human lying in a pool of crimson blood, their form illuminated by the bright
full moon overhead.
"Forgive me Lord, I couldn't stop the horses, they charged right over the human." Rastaban
tried to explain.
"My Lord, what are you doing?" Ciato asked, climbing out of the carriage as Orlouge moved
toward the crushed figure lying on the street. Orlouge stared at the girl lying on the street, her
breaths were barely noticable as she lay unconsious, bleeding severly. Her face was severly
crushed in on one where her cheek had been broken, likely by one of the horses hooves, and her
legs and chest looked crushed where the wheels of the carriage had struck her. The girl wore the
simple clothes that most humans do, a light blue fleece jacket with a hood and pink shorts and
some tennis shoes.
"She is alive, but only barely. Quite an interesting human, though her appearance might not
show it now she's quite exotic looking and very refined in appearance... In fact..." Orlouge said,
trailing off the last of his words and kneeling next to her, ignoring the way his robes quickly
soaked up the crimson blood that was pooled around the green haired girl.
"My Lord, you musn't sully yourself touching a human!!!" Ciato said, jogging over to stand
behind Orlouge who was closely examing the girl. Ildon nonchalantly climbed out of the carriage
and strode to where his Lord and Ciato had gathered about the girl who was floating on the edge
of life and death. Rastaban stood close to one of the large black horses, soothingly stroking the
large beast's neck and gazing into the creature's huge glowing crimson eyes, ignoring the fact
that it's hooves were soaked in blood. Rastaban had a strong liking for the gorgeous mystic
stallions of Facinaturu.
"I think... She will become my heir. She will make a fine Prince of Facinaturu! I will have to
transfuse some of my blood to her." Orlouge said and Ciato's eyes widened in rage.
"Charm Lord! You can't, you musn't! She's a human!" Ciato said, spreading his arms and
pleading.
"Ciato, do you dare question MY decision?!" Orlouge snapped and the blond haired mystic
shrank back from him, clasping his hands together and chewing his lip nervously.
"Indeed! You had best mind your words, Ciato! You know our Lord is always right!" Ildon
spat and Ciato shot an offended glare.
"Shut up, Ildon!" Ciato spat.
"Enough from both of you! I demand silence!" Orlouge yelled, cutting off Ildon's reply to
Ciato and silencing them both. He held the palm of his left hand upwards and drew a small
ornate dagger from his boot with his right hand. He pressed the point of the dagger into his hand,
increasing the pressure until the blade penerated all the way through his hand and had slid
through the back. Ciato winced, looking away with distaste while Ildon watched his Lord's
actions intently. Drawing the blade back out he used the point to also cut an interesting looking
spell pattern around the deep wound, his hand covered now in his blue mystic blood. As he
finished he then held the dagger over the girl's chest and drove it downward, cutting into her.
Setting the dagger aside he pressed his palm firmly against the wound he'd made in her chest,
feeling the magic within his blood and mind ignite, the blue blood forcing itself into her human
veins, mixing with her crimson blood and changeing it to a shade of purple. As the blood
transferred the girl's body slowly regenrated, her crushed cheek, ribs, and legs repairing
themselves and her wounds healing.
"It is done. The Prince has been born." Orlouge said, scooping up the girl in his arms and
walking back toward the carriage. Ciato cast a glance at Ildon, knowing that with their extra
"luggage" they'd have to sit next to each other while the Charm Lord cradled the new sleeping
prince in his arms. Ildon sighed and rolled his eyes just slightly and climbed into the carriage
after Orlouge, sitting down on the seat opposite him and crossed his legs, letting Ciato be the last
one to get in and close the carriage door.
"Rastaban! Let's be off, we must resume our trip to Facinaturu!" Orlouge commanded and
the lean man who had been standing by the large horses climbed back up on the carriage,
cracking the reins and sending the horses cantering off into the night on the long path back to
Facinaturu.
chest. Next to him sat Ildon and across from him sat Ciato.
"This traveling about bores me. I will be pleased when we reach Facinaturu..." Orlouge said.
Ildon sighed in response, finding the long hours riding in the carriage just as boring as his master
found them.
"It is indeed tiring Lord." Ciato agreed and Ildon shot the blond haired man a look of dislike
which Ciato returned with a smirk. The noise of the horses quick hooves on the stone street
echoed outside the carriage and then all at once the horses gave an equine scream and the
carriage rocked and shifted, as though hitting something.
"Rastaban! What is that racket!?" Orlouge yelled as the carriage halted, pushing the curtains
of the windows aside so he could peer out to see Rastaban jumping down from his perch where
he'd been holding the horses reins to look about.
"Lord, there has been an accident. A human ran out in front of the carriage and was crushed
under the horses hooves and the wheels." Rastaban said nervously, the reins still gripped tightly
in his right hand.
"What?!" Orlouge said, kicking open the carriage door and getting out, gazing back behind
the carriage at the human lying in a pool of crimson blood, their form illuminated by the bright
full moon overhead.
"Forgive me Lord, I couldn't stop the horses, they charged right over the human." Rastaban
tried to explain.
"My Lord, what are you doing?" Ciato asked, climbing out of the carriage as Orlouge moved
toward the crushed figure lying on the street. Orlouge stared at the girl lying on the street, her
breaths were barely noticable as she lay unconsious, bleeding severly. Her face was severly
crushed in on one where her cheek had been broken, likely by one of the horses hooves, and her
legs and chest looked crushed where the wheels of the carriage had struck her. The girl wore the
simple clothes that most humans do, a light blue fleece jacket with a hood and pink shorts and
some tennis shoes.
"She is alive, but only barely. Quite an interesting human, though her appearance might not
show it now she's quite exotic looking and very refined in appearance... In fact..." Orlouge said,
trailing off the last of his words and kneeling next to her, ignoring the way his robes quickly
soaked up the crimson blood that was pooled around the green haired girl.
"My Lord, you musn't sully yourself touching a human!!!" Ciato said, jogging over to stand
behind Orlouge who was closely examing the girl. Ildon nonchalantly climbed out of the carriage
and strode to where his Lord and Ciato had gathered about the girl who was floating on the edge
of life and death. Rastaban stood close to one of the large black horses, soothingly stroking the
large beast's neck and gazing into the creature's huge glowing crimson eyes, ignoring the fact
that it's hooves were soaked in blood. Rastaban had a strong liking for the gorgeous mystic
stallions of Facinaturu.
"I think... She will become my heir. She will make a fine Prince of Facinaturu! I will have to
transfuse some of my blood to her." Orlouge said and Ciato's eyes widened in rage.
"Charm Lord! You can't, you musn't! She's a human!" Ciato said, spreading his arms and
pleading.
"Ciato, do you dare question MY decision?!" Orlouge snapped and the blond haired mystic
shrank back from him, clasping his hands together and chewing his lip nervously.
"Indeed! You had best mind your words, Ciato! You know our Lord is always right!" Ildon
spat and Ciato shot an offended glare.
"Shut up, Ildon!" Ciato spat.
"Enough from both of you! I demand silence!" Orlouge yelled, cutting off Ildon's reply to
Ciato and silencing them both. He held the palm of his left hand upwards and drew a small
ornate dagger from his boot with his right hand. He pressed the point of the dagger into his hand,
increasing the pressure until the blade penerated all the way through his hand and had slid
through the back. Ciato winced, looking away with distaste while Ildon watched his Lord's
actions intently. Drawing the blade back out he used the point to also cut an interesting looking
spell pattern around the deep wound, his hand covered now in his blue mystic blood. As he
finished he then held the dagger over the girl's chest and drove it downward, cutting into her.
Setting the dagger aside he pressed his palm firmly against the wound he'd made in her chest,
feeling the magic within his blood and mind ignite, the blue blood forcing itself into her human
veins, mixing with her crimson blood and changeing it to a shade of purple. As the blood
transferred the girl's body slowly regenrated, her crushed cheek, ribs, and legs repairing
themselves and her wounds healing.
"It is done. The Prince has been born." Orlouge said, scooping up the girl in his arms and
walking back toward the carriage. Ciato cast a glance at Ildon, knowing that with their extra
"luggage" they'd have to sit next to each other while the Charm Lord cradled the new sleeping
prince in his arms. Ildon sighed and rolled his eyes just slightly and climbed into the carriage
after Orlouge, sitting down on the seat opposite him and crossed his legs, letting Ciato be the last
one to get in and close the carriage door.
"Rastaban! Let's be off, we must resume our trip to Facinaturu!" Orlouge commanded and
the lean man who had been standing by the large horses climbed back up on the carriage,
cracking the reins and sending the horses cantering off into the night on the long path back to
Facinaturu.