Warlord from the Past

[wear_the_silver]

He's bundled in furs, and has several weeks' growth of stubble, if not more, on his chin. None of that, however, conceals the natural grace of his physique or his startlingly bright green eyes. The rest of his hair is a shaggy dark mane held back by a thong. He throws open the door and strides in, but when he sees he's not where he was expecting,

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[eyrienprince]

Lucivar looks amused as he stands up and rustles his wings a little. "And by 'Hayllian whore', I'd assume you mean my brother," he says mildly. Not that he's offended. Just amused, really.

[wear_the_silver]

Yes, the Eyrien brings him up short. Even though he'd never seen him, he was damn sure he knew which Eyrien this was. "No, actually. I meant the bitch who holds his leash..." Wasn't... Lucivarr Yaslana a slave too? Wherever he was, Jared was now certain it was going to be confusing.

((And that was just because I didn't want to actually curse in an introduction.))

[eyrienprince]

"Oh, that bitch," Lucivar says with a wry smile. "Well, that's a good sign, then."

[wear_the_silver]

"Why?" Jared asks. Since it's warm inside, he cautiously starts stripping off his outer layers. "I'm sorry for barging in here like this, but I don't know where here is."

[sadist_daemon]

"Nothing at all," Daemon says in answer, a little too mildly. "You've just ended up here, like the rest of us." But he smiles, even if it is a small one. "Hello, Jared."

Typist: Gah! I keep meaning to read that book. Shall look for it at Borders later today.

[wear_the_silver]

Jared tries to relax, not an easy thing when he can't really find anything familiar except Daemon. "Where is here?"

[deaalmon_prince]

"That depends on who you mean by 'everyone.'" Chaosti's voice is mild, unusually so, but apparently he's in a good mood today. He is still a Grey Jewelled Warlord Prince though, so we're not sure how much of a comfort that will be to Jared. "And who you mean by 'Hayllian whore."

Mun: Yay! I love Jared. :D

[wear_the_silver]

((Yay!))

"I was going... home." Well, he hopes it was going to be home anyway. "That bitch, Dorothea. Is this something she's arranged?"

[deaalmon_prince]

"Dorothea SaDiablo?" He looks surprised, and shakes his head. "No, she hasn't arranged anything. Dorothea is dead."

[wear_the_silver]

Jared just stares. "Dead? I've been hiding on top of a mountain all winter, but we would have heard that."

[ebonyjaenelle72]

"Who?" Jaenelle says in a very, very dark voice. She, unfortunately, has assumed the same as Lucivar, and is just a little pissed off.

Only a little. As the sapphire eyes and the definite touch of Witch in her face would show.

[wear_the_silver]

His knees wobble, but his inherent pride keeps him to his feet. "Mother Night," he says to himself before he understands her question. But when he does, he knows he needs to answer coherently and quickly. "I meant Dorothea, that bitch priestess, Lady." Somehow his Red Jewel resting against his chest, under the furs, didn't bring him much comfort.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

Jaenelle blinks once but seems to accept his answer, and her eyes get a little more normal. "I see," she murmurs. "She isn't here, and she's not the reason you're here, either."

[wear_the_silver]

"Do you know why I'm here, Lady?" he asks.

[moredangerous]

Aaron is sitting on a chair and mooning. Well, he wouldn't put it that way. As someone comes in and slams the door, he starts and looks around, and relaxes a little when he realizes that it's one of the Blood. Not much, though. "Everyone meaning who?" He asks curiously.

[wear_the_silver]

As simply as he could, he answers, "I was expecting to be home. Dena Nehele."

[moredangerous]

A blink. "Where?"

[wear_the_silver]

"The Gray Lady's territory. My queen is there."