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Queen of Roses
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{ Elyon Ayelet | 18 | Faun }
The almond-haired faun basked in the sun in one of the quieter areas of the mage school she was attending. She'd made her escape a while ago and was now waiting for the rest of the group to return. Elyon hadn't been skipping class, as one might think. She simply did not want to interfere with the others' training with her own.
Coincidently, her magic happened to also her passion: music. Elyon had adopted the bamboo pan flute from her father as a child, the same instrument which had been passed down to him from his father and so on. Her family on her father's side was purely faun-blood until Elyon's father 'tainted' the magic-less bloodline by marrying a human mage. Upset? They were. Very. But as Elyon grew, she was able to eventually impress them, quickly picking up their musical heritage and would then continue to excel.
"Perhaps magic isn't all bad," one of the faun elders had remarked.
With the pan flute now resting in the grass beside her, she studied from an old and fragile music book she received for her eighteenth birthday. Series of hand-scribed music notes had been scribbled onto its pages and, although now slightly faded, Elyon could still read it as easily as any other book. This book would be the foundations for her own magic-infused music.

•°. * уσυ ¢αи'т נυѕт ℓєανє α gυу ωнσ'ѕ тяуιиg нιѕ вєѕт ∂єѕριтє єνєяутнιиg αℓσиє, у'киσω? * .°•

[ Adelaide Veturius | 527 | Angel ]
Two white wings tips peeking up behind her shoulders, the angel stood - or sat - guard over the vampire and human in the cave. The sunlight glided over each sensitive feather as Adelaide Veturius reclined, somnolent yet alert, bright glass-grey-blue eyes fixated on an ancient magic tomb that she had propped up on her lap. As insomnia had been driving her farther and farther from her bed, the angel had found that reading, as well as late-night flying, helped to drive away from the restless nagging emotions that pricked at her day in day out.
Adelaide wasn't much for the average angel, but her bloodline was as complicated as it got. The Veturius house, the one she was supposed to swear allegiance to, only really carried through in terms of appearance, for Adelaide knew that she could never call those ruthless angels her family. She understood, always, that the Halo on her head and wings on her back, were never to be taken lightly. She was a holy vessel of the God itself, and a watcher of the heavens. But, she felt the celestial order to be severely sanctimonious, almost as bad as demons. She hadn't fit in, needless to say. Even among the mortal beings in this world, she felt very out of place. Her immortal body could be tailored to a mortal body.
Her lip curled slightly when he heard Tirik hacking, coughing up a skeleton as an owl would cough up a pellet. Revolting business. Just another reason she could stay happy about immortal calisthenics. Alarmed, she let out a little cry of protest at seeing Ritsu squashed under the snake. "Give him some air!" The angel exclaimed.

•°. * уσυ ¢αи'т נυѕт ℓєανє α gυу ωнσ'ѕ тяуιиg нιѕ вєѕт ∂єѕριтє єνєяутнιиg αℓσиє, у'киσω? * .°•


•°. * уσυ ¢αи'т נυѕт ℓєανє α gυу ωнσ'ѕ тяуιиg нιѕ вєѕт ∂єѕριтє єνєяутнιиg αℓσиє, у'киσω? * .°•

{ Elyon Ayelet | 18 | Faun }
Chartreuse eyes glanced up to the sky above then back to the forest entrance before her. Whilst it was still daylight outside, the sun would be due to set soon and the group was yet to return. After packing her things away into her satchel, Elyon had made the trek back to the Forest of Fragile Flowers, figuring that it would be her best bet of being reunited with them. What seemed like her best idea, had her rethinking, the second she took a step inside. The feeling of dread boiled in the pit of her stomach as endless possibilities for their tardiness rattled around in her head.
"A-aha.. Actually, I think I'll stay here. They'll be back soon, I'm sure of it. Yeah. I-I wouldn't want to get lost in there a-and cause them any more trouble," she laughs anxiously to herself, sliding down the trunk of a nearby tree to sit at its base.
A defeated sigh escapes from the faun's lips, "Some mage I am, huh..? Please forgive me.."
Closing her eyes for a few seconds, those seconds turn to minutes as she (unintentionally) naps peacefully.

[ Adelaide Veturius | 527 | Angel ]
Observing how the sun was beginning to retreat, Adelaide kept a wary eye out in the woods for anything that would like to make quick work of her death. Angels, being the supposed holy beings were often held in a pessimistic, sanctimonious view, and the displeasure painted upon the vampire's face was a clear indication. The angel huffed, holding up a wing to preen. Why the Seraphim had decided it was a good idea to send her to the mortal plane in this vessel was truly beyond her at times.
She was at home with her beloved mother, playing in the snow. Her father came up to her and stroked her hair. He said he had to go somewhere for a while. Young Dustine was sad and hugged her father's arm, never wanting to let go. "I'll be back," he whispered soothingly as she waved goodbye and he rode off on his horse, his blue mage cape flapped behind him.
For years she had waited for his arrival, but he never came back. Up until now, the absence of her father is still a mystery. Some people said he was dead, killed by Coallings in a battle, but her mother didn't want to believe it, and neither did she
She opened her eyes wide as the dreams flashed through her mind. 'What a nightmare," she mumbled

