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Dante rushed down the halls toward the library, knowing the atmosphere would be the perfect setting for a meeting, especially if help by his father. He wouldn't have thought that the tight fitting cloak would be so comfortable, as it stretched tight across his muscles on his stomach and arms, but it felt almost like he was wearing thin silk. The way the long end of the cloak flared right after his belt forced it to trail behind him as he moved, also somehow necessary. He saw nobody on the way there, and he figured that they were either waiting, or not invited. His guess correct, as he heard light voices from inside the library door. He stepped through and all at once the voices stopped, and he noticed Zephiel waving for Dante to sit beside him. Dante treaded over to him and took a seat, his eyes scanning the room. Yes, everyone was here--except for the mysterious woman. And there was another, not donned in an Order' cloak. This tall, slender man's was different. The design was the same, but the trimmings were a deep blood red, along with the stitching ang the hood. It obviously signified that he belonged to a different coven, but how many could there be? Dante didn't have the time to think any further, as his father started to speak. "So. You have our order here, Malechai. what is it you want from us?" He spoke with malice in his tone, but not enough to show true anger. More annoyance. When this new mystery man spoke, He flipped the dark hair from his face to reveal one deep red eye, the other too scarred to open. In fact, the many small slashes on the left side of his face looked like it would only be torture-induced. "Thank you, Jareth. Your cooperation is very much appreciated." His voice was shrill but full of feeling, and Jareth growled in disapproval. "Oh, calm yourself. I have come with word that the King of Jonden has sent a mass army--the one that your newest fledgling passed from, in fact--to besiege this castle. He recieved word from the town who's men you slaughtered just a few days of, and he was infuriated." Dante looked around the room, suddenly remembering the oath he had taken and the knighthood he still held. He shook the thoughts from his mind, he had deserted that quite some time ago. "What proof have you?" Zephiel spoke up, smiling to himself. "As you must know, the BloodHawk Clan has many spies in all of the major cities--where we lack in strength we bolster in number. I recieved three confirmed reports from Jonden and two neighboring cities that tell this, proff that must be enough." Malechai said, now smiling as well. "Leave, now." Jareth said cruelly. "You have said your piece, and that is all you will take from our time. "Now now, Jareth. Please don't be so cruel, I was only war--" "GET OUT!" he yelled, standing tall. Malechai nodded, a snide smile forming on his lips--one of lechery and evil. "As you wish, old man" he said, and walked out of the library silently. The room stayed silent for a few minutes, and Glen broke that. "Do we trust him?" he asked, in deep thought. "Raven." Jareth said. "Yes, m'lord?" She said in her high-pitched but quiet voice. "Check this out for me--confirm the truth or falseness of Malechai's claim." "As you wish, M'lord" she said, and slinked out of the library. A few minutes passed, and finally Dante couldn't take it anymore. "what are we going to do about this? The League of Jonden is known for having the mightiest army on the entire continent!" "For now," Zephiel said, "We wait."
Jareth Black · Sat Jun 11, 2005 @ 10:05am · 3 Comments |
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