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Kasdeya had no reason to rush, she was looking forward to this meeting just about as much as she was dealing with people. Needless to say, that wasn't much. The Sanctum was up ahead, she landed in the front of the building, she didn't bother to give greetings. Kasdeya wondered is Glumisum would be there, she laughed at the thought. Of course, she will. She walked up to the meeting room, flashing her clan symbol placed on her hip. With a nod from the two guards stationed at the door, she walked inside. Glancing around the room as she walked to her seat. Contrary to her belief she seemed early, her second and Glumi were nowhere to be found. She walked to her seat sitting down, she would have preferred to be late. Rubbing her temples she could feel the headache that was to come. The meeting hadn't even started and she was already dreading being there.


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Glumisun Palma Cristi

She gave a nod to Nelyvia before her eyes darted around to look for Axel. And... she found none. Praying that everyone was safe, she focused her attention to the two second-in-commands. In her mind, it would be better that those two gossiped. It gives her more time.

Thinking of what was said, she bit on her straw and grumbled. Rest she might had but magic pools were still replenishing and wounds stills littered her body. That aside, what of the others? A sigh escaped her mouth before getting up and strapping her instrument once again. Grabbing the drinks and pastries, she gave a high-pitched whistle to grab both the ladies' attention.

She gave a bow of apology when others looked at her from the whistle. After that, she was out of the cafe to wait for both the seconds.

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♛ Fuctner Von Dyle ♛
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Being in the presence of Fuctner was enough to send the young cashier over the edge, but when she was joined by the red skinned woman, he had to excuse himself as he did not feel comfortable in the presence of the beautiful women. If the Serpent Kiss leader had came along- oh gods.
"E-excuse me," he said before rushing to the back of the door.

Dyle gave Nelyvia a side glance before her lips curled into a smile. Her attempts at the flirtatious approach was almost comical, but she coulf surely pull it off on someone who didn't have the blood of a siren.
"Love the color girl," she said glancing towards her lips. "Black, just like my soul." There was no point in making small talk. She could see the tiefling's nose twitch as shr caught the scent of Officer Yew, and the old woman she ran over on her way there. "It was nothing," she reassured. "It was just a drink, and puff of rose." She raised a perfect eyebrow. "Though.. try not to make assumptions. You smell like fish. It better be a medical thing.."

It was then the Glumisun whistles for the two women. Dyle gave Nelyvia a wink before grabbing her order from the shaking cashier, and leaving the store.
 
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Listening just before he had entered the building that Revan was surely on his way, Avaddon only gave a nod of his head as he pushed the doors open only to be revealed of the lobby that once had bustling citizens enjoying their time with one another were all huddled up together to comfort each other.
The lobby was a mess that consisted of both debris from chunks of the ceiling scattered into piles around the the corners of the room as well as medical supplies left all around to help those injured. The lobby had been turned into a makeshift infirmary as the sounds from groaning pain and even sobbing could be heard echoing in his ears.

While Avaddon would wish to stay and help those he could; this was not the time, the meeting was called for by him and surely the other leaders weren't going to be too glad that he was calling for another meeting right after the one they already had about a day ago.

Heading straight to the elevator, the state of the elevator wasn't in the greatest but it was still functional. The machine struggled but eventually pulled the elevator finally to the top floor where Avaddon exited it and headed down the remains of the hall where the two guards still stood completely seeming to be unfazed about what had occurred.
After revealing his clan mark and stating his rank and business there, he entered the meeting room only to find the only other person present was none other than Kasdeya.

"Ah, Kasdeya...it is good to see you are safe. Apologies for summoning you on such short notice especially with what had occurred. I take it, you have things under control in your territory so far?" As the white haired demon questioned the woman, he approached his seat around the circular black table just to lean against the side of the seat this time rather than sit. Crossing his arms he continued to wait for the other leaders and their seconds before he decided to announce the beginning of the meeting.
 
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“Assumptions are boring, aren’t they?”

The Tiefling chuckled a bit, which soon stopped as the fine nose of Fuctner could identify the smell of fish. Gods. That meant a shower was closing in… Which meant water… Which… No. Nope. Nopely nope. Perfume could finish the job just fine.

At the whistle of her own Leader she almost overreacted. It was hard for her not to immediately ran after Glumisun as she had left the Café. Like Dyle, she left, too.
Though she had hoped for the massive rock on her stomach to fall, nothing happened in such directions. It had intensified as if warning her with each step to stop.

But even if she had turned around… How was Nelyvia Pellere supposed to explain herself? Explain the cowardice in her veins?
She wasn’t. After all, if anything was going to happen, she had to stay and make sure that no one was likewise to murder her leader.

However, she bit her sigh back, and inhaled for a little too long. Breathe, breathe enough to blend it out. She often had used this method… breathe her soul away from her crashing body.

Nelyvia halted before the redhead, not noticing that her mask had already returned on her face, nor her coldness in the tone had been set up again. “I’d say we don’t let them wait any longer,” she or whoever was in her body right now said.
 
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Glumisun Palma Cristi

Smiling at the two beauties before her, she nodded in greeting to Fuctner. “Good morning, Miss Von Dyle,” she chirped, showing the lady her smile. Fuctner Von Dyle was somehow an intimidating presence to her. A siren... an actual siren. Beauty and grace, as well as voice to kill. Glumisun has yet to see this woman in battle but could feel a sort of connection with her. Was it because Dyle was a siren and Glumisun a sirenical demon? Or was it because both were friends with Yew? No matter, Glumisun was still cautious of this lady.

The scene inside the High Reach Sanctum had her feel guiltier. She could have done a much better job at protecting them. Hanging her head in shame, she silently went Towards the elevator that would take them up to the meeting room. Her mind was still reeling and she has not noticed a girl and cat loitering outside the training room.

Placing the pastries on the middle of the table, she distributed the drinks. Glumisun placed the drink near Kasdeya before kissing the female on the cheek before moving to Revan's chair. “I don’t know what his favorite drink is so I just took the cafe's best seller,” she chirped to Lish, placing the cup on his side of the table. She then gave the second-in-command a strawberry smoothie. When she was walking towards Avaddon, the cheerful smile slowly turned into a frown.

The discoloration of the demon’s skin could have not been noticed if it was not Glumisun who came near him. How many injuries have she seen to know that Avaddon had destroyed another training dummy. Placing the green tea near the man, Glumiun poked his right cheek where the yellowish pigmet was the largest. “We need to talk,” she whispered.

Once everything was distributed, she went to the door and requested reports from all over Haven. They were going to be here for some time and it would also take a while for it to be resolved. Best she also get a few work done. Request given and everyone present, Glumisun took her place near the window. She made herself comfortable and had to wait for Avaddon to open up the meeting.

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NELYVIA PELLERE
The room was messier than expected. To their own credit, they weren’t the last ones to arrive.
While Glumisun had gone to greet everyone, Nelyvia was occupied with inspecting the chaos. Well, there wasn’t anything suspicious … At least that was secured.

Halting close to the entrance, she crossed her arms. The trial… whatever was about to happen, she would be prepared for it.
Her bow, sheated to her back, waited for the action. The arrows hung in a bag, ready to be fired. And if anyone had spared a glance at her, they were treated with her dead, keen eyes.


THE TWINS
There she was. Nelyvia. In flesh and blood. Without Mevas. Without Mevas.
Syken rammed his nails in his palms, the scaled beast noted the shattered heart, shattered hope of her owner.

“We follow her,”rasped Sora and straightened her back. This bitch was savoring her life while the Second oldest was not with them. Gods. Gods— Syken would gush her, slowly. So, so slowly.

Sora, on the opposite side, was calmer than before. That had not meant anything. Nothing at all. Perhaps Nelyvia didn’t knew that her kins had come, had survived their father and did what she once told Mevas. Because she hadn’t left them without caring for them. No.
Before she escaped, in the same night, she had told Mevas the routs and secret passageways she had created over the centuries.

Something Syken hadn’t known that yet.

With swift movements they had followed their sister and her companions to a tower, surrounded by chaos and grief and destruction.
 
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♛ Fuctner Von Dyle ♛
Stepping into the tower, Dyle crossed her arms as she surveyed the scene. Bodies, rubble, med kits, blood, body bags- it was quite a sight, but she had seen worse. She tossed her hair over her shoulder as she continued her walk, the bits of building crunching beneath her heels. She wasn't surprised how fast she got over the initial shock of it all. It was like her mother always said after burying the body of her husband.

"Things happen. You happen. Now choose which ever is worse, and avoid it."

Dyle still didn't knew what she meant, but it surely had something to do with her growing numbness towards the event. People had died. Children, and babies were either missing or dead, and all she could think about was if she had time to tune her makeup before the show.

She entered the Sanctum, and headed straight for the giant windows. She pulled a picked mirror from her purse before examining her look before nodding in satisfaction. She took a seat, and propped her hand beneath her chin while tapping the table with her decorative clawed hands.
"Where is the cutie," she asked, gesturing to Revan's chair. "He shouldn't be late. How is he gonna get in his booster seat?
 
Revan was late.
He was never late.
He despised being late. It was not fit for a person of his station.
As he flew overhead, Huginn and Muninn trailing behind him. His ears picked up a snippet of conversation as he landed on the balcony gently.
"How is he gonna get in his booster seat?"
They better have been talking about someone else's or there would be hell to pay.
Revan walked into the building, shadows trailing behind him, black smoke lingering on the ground, dripping out of his cloak.
"Wyrda! " Huginn screeched as Revan sat on his purposefully uncomfortable chair.
 
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♛ Fuctner Von Dyle ♛
A smile came to her face as she saw him walk into the room. She began clapping in a one-man applause.
"There he is! The star of the show!" She waved to him as if he was about to set off on a voyage. "It's so good to see that you're alive, and well! Did you get enough sleep? Did you have a good breakfast? Was the trip comfortable?"
She flashed him a motherly smile. "Did you were your kneepads? You can fall you know. I'd hate for you to get hurt."
When he sat down she frowned. "That chair is no good for you," she exclaimed before pushing herself from the table, and patting her smooth thigh beneath her pencil skirt. "Would you like to sit on something more comfortable?"
 
Oh crap.
Revan was angry.
And Fuctner Von Dyle was not helping.
Wow. Great choice of second in command. Greaaat choice.
Lysandra glared at her from behind Revan's chair. "Please shut up. This is no time for things like that." She knew Revan could have said it himself, but seriously, could you be any more rude?
Tension crackled in the air between the leaders and the seconds. Lysandra just wanted the meeting to start already, every moment they delayed added to her hidden anxiety.
She reminded herself to look at this problem logically, like she always did.
Don't let your emotions take control. You can do this.
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Revan looked at her with apprehension, even though no one could see his eyes. His green eyes, ringed with gold. Flirting was not something he was new to, as some people he knew (Kasdeya) liked to. He would not cave.
He chuckled.
"I thought I had already proven that angering me was not a good idea. Why do you persist so?"
He had experienced many people flirting with him, experimenting. Trying to get past the cloak he had dinner, the impenetrable mask. They all wondered the same thing.
Was there a person under there? Was he as powerful and cold as he seemed?
Sometimes he wondered the same thing.
 
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Her brow raised at her colleague. Fuctner Von Dyle— a dimension for herself, and yet it was so inviting to join her. Nelyvia was not interested in provoking the Leader of Ravinca, though he had been younger and old Tiefling Terms had allowed her to… Old school was always the better school.

And the Siren had not stopped flirting or teasing, nor allowing her true intentions to hide.
Cool, she had described her to Aeyra. And that opinion was not grabbed from the nowhere.

Still lingering around the door, the Demoness clicked her tongue.

"I thought I had already proven that angering me was not a good idea. Why do you persist so?"

The red-skinned demon felt her urges, and had not yielded them. Push him, see how far his borders reached. See how much of control he had lost, see how much remained.

“Isn’t that the reason we are gathered here and waste time we could’ve used for preparations,” mused Nelyvia to the younger one, “Because of your insufferable anger?”

With a little too long inhale, she gazed at her nails.
“So don’t be too proud of that, boy. And don’t think this is a little game to kill our precious time.”

The body then stood still like a picture, yet not a single muscle was taunted. She wasn’t going to sermon his behavior and the old ways that were taught to the heirs of each clan. To lose control… already. The war had not even begun. It was rolling, indeed, but the true starting was so far away. But those were things dear Avaddon could simply say, state or whatever. Perhaps they could even plan how to continue… in matters that they already were gathered, anyway.

Keen golden eyes watched him, noting each drawn breathe or simple flick of muscles.
 
Revan shook his head. How could she say this? He had gotten angry because people had gotten hurt, not despite it.
Boy? He thought, the storm inside him swirling at the comment. He was no boy. He had seen many, many things, all forcing him to mature faster than many thought possible. He may not be good at everything yet, but he had earned his title through sweat and pain, the same as her.
But he knew her anger at him was justified, and that combined with his overwhelming respect for her stayed his own anger.
"I am not proud of it. Do not think me complacent, Alalëa. I merely wished to remind her something which, either forgotten or ignored entirely, she did not seem aware of."
He had not been angry at anyone, his fellow leaders or the Vrenshrrgn. He was angry at himself. Above everyone else, he had failed. He was supposed to be the warrior, the guardian. The others were good at politics, or research, or other things, he was good at that, and he had failed. FAILED. And people had suffered because of it. The only reason he was here and not training to make sure it never happened again was that people needed him. And he needed to thank Glumisun. But other than that, he just wanted to train and make sure that this never, ever happened again, at whatever cost to himself.
"I do not want conflict with you, Alalëa. I have heard what kindness you have shown to the girl, du Alfa." He looked at her, his respect unbending his pride long enough to say, "And I will always respect you for it, Menoa'dröttning," He said, the apostrophe in the title making him spend another half-second on the word, emphasizing it's importance.
In the teachings his father had hammered into him from an early age, the society of his own clan, no one was higher than the mothers and children. Children were a tremendous gift and responsibility. She had taken up that role.
Thus his respect, demanded for one who would do such a thing.
 
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Nelyvia Pellere
Weird names— yet Nelyvia had heard rumors anout Ravinca and their own kind of tongue. Perhaps ancient like the one she had spoken for hundred of years.
She had almost spat, bristled… but gladly her own self control was expanded enough for her to no such thing. Though it bothered her that the society had already seen or heard of the mercy she had treated her little elfling with.

Aeyra… Gods, Nelyvia had left too soon. She had not arranged someone to teach the girl how to read, or write her own name, nor was she sure anyone was offering her whatever the elf needed.
A low sigh escorted itself. Nelyvia was never meant to take care of any child… Yet she taken that role

“I saved her,” she chimed with a fright in her veins, “Nothing more, nothing less.”
I saved her, gave her a promise and a home.

And she knew the future was preparing a load more. Judging the age of the elf and the basis of her own knowledge about the race… the first bleeding, for example, could come up and somehow Nelyvia then had to explain what making children was.

With that the red-skinned Demoness fell into utter silence, utter stillness. She perked her ears, sniffed the air for any threats. Despite her own turning stomach, her attention did not much flicker away from the Leaders. Let the show begin, talk when you need to talk.

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Revan smiled under his hood.
"Your kindness to the Elfling is a complete secret, so naturally the whole city knows of it."
"You have done much, much more, Menoa'drotting. You underestimate yourself. You gave her a home and a future. " Revan cocked his head at her. "Do you think her fate to be a low-stature factory worker, or some such, now that she has been taken in by the Grimstnborith of the Serpent? No. You gave her a future, and a home, and a Mother. No one will underestimate you again."
He chuckled and looked off to the side.
"I know the feeling... "
He looked back at her.
"Please do not be angry, Menoa'drotting. I am angry at myself more than enough for all of us. "
And he was. So angry at himself. Failure was not something he was accustomed to. He wanted to make sure it never happened again, but he knew he couldn't promise that. He had no idea how he had gotten so angry. It was as if something had lit a fire under his heart, had stoked and grown the little spark into a raging inferno. It had been like watching a movie, not being able to affect what was happening.
He hated not knowing.
 
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Dyle held up a manicured hand that was adorned with clawed finger jewlelery.
"Yeah, yeah," she cut in. "I don't why the kid is in the conversation, or why you guys are speaking in hieroglyphs, but I don't give two shits."
She pointed a finger towards Revan.
"I don't think anyone cares about how sorry you are kid. I surely don't, but you know what I do care about? The extra paper work I have to do." She stood from chair, and walked around the table towards him. "The files I have to document. The calls I have to make. The funerals I'm going to have to sign off on-" She stopped at his chair, before slapping the drink Glumisun had gotten him onto the floor. "I'm pissed at the sleep I lost today because of your bullshit. So when this shit is over, I'm gonna beat the shit out of you. I'm gonna snap your dick in half likka fucking kit-kat bar. I'm going to eat your head, and shit it into your fucking throat, Revan! I'm banking on four hours of sleep because of you!!" She sighed before sitting on the table before him, her angered slur dipping into a venomous drawl. "Now keep crying those salty tears boy. Daddy needs to water his tulips."
 
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While he had awaited for Kasdeya to respond to his greeting, one after another; the other leaders and their second in commands had arrived into the room. Rather than continue to stand there with his arms crossed and leaning against his seat; Avaddon eventually took his seat before resting his elbows upon the surface of the cool black table with his fingers intertwining with one another. Keeping silent for a few moments just to allow the leaders to greet one another and say what they wanted to before Avaddon would decide to start the meeting; his attention was quickly taken over by the sound of something being placed onto the table before him. "Hm?" Turning his head over only to see a glass of green tea was placed beside him by none other than Glumisun, he brought his gaze up towards her only to have her poke at his cheek right after.

While the pain had subsided by this point, one of the bruises that was still on his cheek made him realize why she had touched him before he arched a brow at her whispering comment about how they needed to talk. Only responding with a nod of his head for the time being, he brought his attention back to the others around the room.

It wasn't until the sound of Bloody Moon's second had spoken up about Revan that main purpose of the meeting had arrived into the room only to take his seat soon after.

Seconds passed as after Revan had arrived; Dyle was rather quick to the trigger when it came to poking and prodding at the male demon about what had happened yesterday about how he had lost control of his power even if not directly stating it out loud and bluntly. The tension in the room rose as Revan's second in command spoke up to defend her leader for a moment before Revan took over to speak for himself.

The next to join into the fray was none other than Nelyvia; Serpent's Kiss' second in command. Once again, she had not openly brought up the fact of what had happened yesterday, however she did bring up Revan's anger problem as well as calling him the term of 'boy' out loud. While it was true enough that Revan was the youngest of all the leaders and most likely the one with the least amount of experience, calling him such a word was no doubt disrespectful. Before Avaddon could intervene, things had started to calm between the Serpent's Kiss' second and Revan if only slightly had the white haired demon nod his head mentally about the issue at hand.

Tension rose back straight to it's peak when Dyle was quick to stand and begin practically cursing out the leader of Ravinca in the middle of the room. By the time she approached the man only to knock over the drink that Glumisun had brought for everyone; Avaddon exhaled a sigh as the room's temperature dropped well below zero in a mere few seconds causing the glass that spilled it's drink over to freeze mid-air due to the liquid spilling out and hitting the floor to create a frozen stand of sorts. "That's enough! Dyle. Return. To. Your Seat." His tone was stern as icicles hung from the ceiling all throughout the room along with the entire table cracking and self repairing itself rapidly due to the severe temperature drop in the room.

Avaddon was well aware that every person in the room should be able to withstand this sort of temperature whether it was uncomfortable or not to them. The room itself was designed to take any of the leader's or second in command's abilities without trouble and repair itself anywhere if anything were to go wrong so he was not concerned for damaging something to the extent he was pushing it. While he knew what Dyle was stating was truth and understood where the rage came from even if he hadn't been aware of her tiredness, snapping out the way she was, was not going to solve anything.

Whenever Dyle had decided to take her leave away from the Ravinca leader, Avaddon would clear his throat only to shake his head and allow the temperature to rise back to normal within the room once again only to shift his attention fully upon Revan right after. "Now...Revan. As you've heard from the others, I am sure you are aware of why I had called this meeting." As Avaddon began, he took a sip of his drink before leaning back in his seat. "Revan. You are a leader of one of the four clans of Haven. When you became a leader, you took an oath just as the rest of us that you swore to protect the city and it's people to your dying breath. What had occurred yesterday was tragic indeed, none of us had expected the statues of our great founders to explode the way it did...however, you. Of all of us who returned to our parts of the city to figure out what had happened and attempt to restore order, send out rescue teams, put out fires or protect the people. You. Lost. Control. As angered as you were about the situation, I understand...but you are a leader! The people of Ravinca look to you for protection and safety! They look up to you as a beacon of hope when things are grim! How do you expect them to feel when you are the very reason for further deaths in your own territory?!"

Constantly speaking with his tone only rising yet showing no sort of resentment against him, Avaddon exhaled a deep sigh just to rub his temple before shifting his gaze amongst the others within the room before landing back upon Revan once more. "That is why I have gathered you all here...Revan, for your actions. I am declaring a vote for you to be put on trial for your actions that occurred yesterday. From there, we and the people of Ravinca will determine what will happen to you.." After finishing the last bit of his statement, he awaited the vote from those within the room to see whether or not they would agree to put Revan on trial or not.
 
Glumisun Palma Cristi

The female had zoned out once the reports were given to her. Whatever the other participants were talking about, she was merely half listening. She smiled unconsciously when she picked up the description of Aeyra. She never knew when and where the rumors of Nelyvia adopting the beautiful child started.

That smile stayed on her tired face for the remainder of the time until she noticed that miss Dyle's voice was changing. She perked up only to witness miss Dyle and Nelyvia talking against Revan and Lysandra. Shaking her head, she went back to reading. They were mature enough to not get into each other's necks so she let them be. Her solemn expression turned sour when she read through the deaths. Pictures upon pictures of the deceased flashed before her.

"That's enough! Dyle. Return. To. Your Seat."

The sudden drop of temperature and the sudden silence had her jumping off her seat by the window. The room was now a freezer and ice crawled everywhere. Only one person had the fetish to play around with the temperature around a room. Orange eyes now focused on Avaddon, she was about to tell him off but stopped when he took it upon himself to return the temperature to normal. Shaking her head, she grabbed the Shamisen she requested earlier with the reports and played a soft tune. The dripping icicles, along with the spilled drink turned into liquid form and moved towards her. She changed her tune and froze the liquid into a block of ice near the window. "I should be paid cleaning things up," she mused to herself before mentally preparing for what was to come. 'These people are not your friends right now, Glumisun. They are powerful figures who knows more than you in both politics and running a clan. Think of them as mere associates.'

The rising of Avaddon's voice had the female unconsciously inching away. She got where everyone's anger came from, she herself had a few choice words but still kept it to herself. Miss Dyle had taken it to herself to be the center star in taking down Revan. This meeting would put a strain to the already rocky relationship of the clans. And just a few days ago, she was happy to finally see them working together... A sigh. So much for an ideal relationships.

Once the question was brought to the table, it was Glumisun who raised her hand first. "As much as I want this to be just among us, the citizens would question our choices for that matter. They will think we are biased and encourages these types of actions," she started. "And as much as I want to defend Revan from all of this..." she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "I vote for a trial to commence." To verify her point, she walked towards the table and spread the papers she was holding as if they were mere playing cards. "200 pages of reports. More than half of that is from Ravinca and three-fourths from them are cases of deaths." Her soft features grew cold then.

"We could have prevented this."

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Nelyvia Pellere
The Tiefling almost snickered at the way Dyle stated her mind, but the fact that people knew about her having the little elf… Her hair on the back bristled. At least now they knew with whom they better never messed. But mother was the wrong way to describe her. Completely. Sissy, had the sweetest voice called her. And so she was. Unlike her own kins, her own siblings, she wouldn’t abandon this elf.
Her eyes flicked to Avaddon, who know scolded Dyle for whatever she had said the moments Nelyvia wasn’t paying exact attention.
Then had come what they all had waited for. For seconds, while the man spoke and his eyes ran around the gathered faces, she watched Glumisun. Judging her gestures, her straight back… she prepared her words, reminded who all of those people were.
A voting… agreeing or being against the trial. Though, she guessed everyone here had wanted the quite same, she waited for others to state their opinion. To her own surprises, it was her Leader who had spoken first. As her facials were a living winter, even Nelyvia couldn’t hide her little smirk. She did great, she acted like a Head of a Clan.
The Twins
With Syken flanking her, she strolled through the destruction. What the actual fuck happened here?
Her heart throbbed by each dead and whatever body parts had laid in her ways. None of them red. None of them with white braids. None of them Mevas— gladly.

Her nose twitched. The aroma of death and hatred and agony… The Dragon on her right snarled ever so softly, readying herself to tear apart whatever decided to destroy this in such brutal way.






 
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