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 Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 11:46 pm
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Thantos of the snakes-Walkinginthevoid
Dafydd Lansing-Ephemeral Spirit
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 3:19 am
Kingdom: Patience Status: Heir Location: Isolated Courtyard Doing: Waiting, resting.
xxxI'm blessed yet damned
Thantos of the Snakes sat on a bench in an out of the way courtyard, thoroughly exhausted. The past two days he had done nothing but look for the elusive Dafydd Lansing, chasing his name and deed through room after room, never meeting him, ever searching.
He was starting to wonder if Dafydd was here in the castle at all.
He leaned back, pressing his neck onto the cool stone of the bench below, letting the sounds of the trickling fountain and the rustle of the trees wash over him. He felt hot and sticky, and thoroughly sick of this irritating castle that never seemed the same, and this elusive man that held the key to his future.
It was frustrating, the way that he depended so much on the appearance of one man. Would he even live up to his expectations? The brother that he might have, the prince of Patience. Raised alone in the wild by the Gods knew what, come back to the people in a time of need. What kind of man was he?
Was he even his brother?
Truth to be told, Thantos dreaded the meeting that he anticipated with almost every fibre of his being. What if he really was the eldest son of the deceased king and queen Patience? He would be the heir to Patience, a blue blood, a noble. Thantos had been taught to hate the nobles, those men and women that lived in their big castles surrounded by money whilst the Patiente population worked to produce their living, and the things that the royals prized so much.
The royals went to balls, wore fancy clothes, had to worry about everything they said and did. Their entire existence was a farce, they wore masks every day and never really knew how trapped they were.
He would much rather be a poor thief than a rich noble, at least as a thief he could laugh and joke and drink all he wanted.
He sighed. What would he even do if he wasn’t the brother to this big shot prince? He supposed he would just stay here. There were so man riches for the taking, surely Veritas wouldn’t mind. He snorted. He may not have been at the castle for more than a week, but Thantos believed that he had gotten the measure of the master of this dimension.
The so –called God was a manipulative, selfish b*****d that liked nothing better than to watch his guests suffer in any way that his warped mind could think up, as he had proved in that farce of a scavenger hunt that was the catacombs.
What kind of person could think of a bridge that was tied to the safety of a bunch of evil carnivorous bats.
He would have said man – eating, but most of his companions on that bridge hadn’t even been human. Two elves, a banshee, a dragon thing, a wolf and a faey hardly classified as ‘man’.
Judging by what he had heard of the other teams’ trials, his suspicions were correct. Guano – monsters, doppelgangers...
He closed his eyes. It would be so nice to just sit here and sleep, to let all his troubles and anxieties drift away. He wished that his family were still alive; The Snakes. Peter, and 'Fingers, and all the rest, he could still see them as he left them, sitting around the fire drinking mugs of warmed wine, the wine that they had stolen from a rich lord in a neighbouring kingdom. They were joking, teasing him for squealing like a girl when a maid had startled him. “Pansy Pants Ant” was the least creative of the insults.
He smiled, then frowned as an unwanted tear trickled down his face. He shouldn’t cry. He mustn’t cry. They were dead, gone, they were dust. They should mean nothing to him.
A light footfall alerted him to the presence of another, so near to him that he jumped in surprise. How had they gotten so close?
“Oo'se there?” He said in his thick rural Patiente accent, staring around himself in alarm.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 9:08 am
Dafydd Lansing Location Dining HallxxxxxxxKingdom: PatiencexxxxxxxRank: Second in line for the throne 
The past few days had passed without sight of his supposed older brother, and Dafydd bided his time, waiting patiently for the moment when their paths would cross. It'd not been an intentional avoidance, but rather a natural state for the prince, ever did he remain in the shadows, waiting... the observer... the planner.
Killing him would take more time – Veritas had nearly caught him in the acts of an gelid act of murder before, but had written it off as something plausible. The mute was an imposter, that'd been the prince's excuse, even though, as John took the last few gasps of air, Dafydd had known otherwise. His eyes, laden with terror and confusion, had displayed a true affection that wasn't grounded enough for Dafydd's hands to release his neck of the vice grip. So while he'd been impatient, impulsive with Johnathon... Eoghan... if he had any notion of ruling the Patiente people... would die later... and Dafydd would become the supreme king of the land, as it was meant to be. As the voices in the wilderness had told him.
He was the rightful heir.
The prince waited a few days, had prolonged his elder brother's anticipation long enough that his blood had cooled from its hasty intent to slaughter the man, that it was almost safe for him to face his relative...the man who had stolen Dafydd's ambitions, foiled his plans by simply existing. Breathing.
He seemed to have happened upon his brother, though each step Dafydd took was deliberate, executed as part of a well thought plan. Thanos jumped, and it was an effort to keep a coy, satisfied smirk from being traces in his expression.
“Brother.” Dafydd clarified, the word acid on his tongue despite the fact that it had sounded like honey. “It's been a long time.” He added sagely, icy blue eyes taking in the visage of his brother. There was much to say, but the sphinx was ever the embodiment of his virtue, and he'd await a response before saying much else. “Rumor has it you have been looking for me since your arrival, but the labyrinth makes it hard to arrange a rendezvous.” Especially if one of the parties had been deliberately avoiding the other.
* Name pronounced, Daaav-ith.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 1:53 am
Kingdom: Patience Status: Heir Location: Isolated Courtyard Doing: B....b...brother?
xxxI'm blessed yet damned
As Thantos stared around himself in alarm, he quickly homed in on the source of the sound; a tall, confident man dressed in stylish but comfortable clothes – obviously of a much higher make than his own meagre threads – with a shadow of a beard and startling blue eyes.
Just like his own, actually. In fact even his face looked strangely familiar, the face of a ghost of a ghost from a time long before the thief could remember.“Brother.” The man said, warmth coating his voice. “It's been a long time.”
Thantos sat stunned, just staring at the man that with one, no six short words had shook his very world to its foundations.
“S-so it’s true.” He said, emotion choking his words so that they were even more accented than before. He was a royal.
“’Ow did ya know it was... I’m... Eoghan?” He stammered, still staring in shock.
This man was his brother, his younger brother that he had not seen since he was a boy, since before he could remember. He had truly been there, in that castle when his parents had been killed. He had been taken out to the forest to die by The Snakes, but he had been rescued by animals.
That his family had done such a thing to the man he supposed he was now to call brother filled him with shock. Had they really done such an evil thing? The men that had taught him, loved him, raised him?
And yet...
But how could it be? He felt no warmth for this man, no feeling of recognition, nothing to say that this warrior prince was anything that he said he was. Nothing inside him said that he was his brother, and yet he knew it. Something in his eye, something in the way his face was proportioned spoke strongly of his own features (Although they were much manlier than his own boyish visage... perhaps he had taken after his mother?) in a way that it was impossible to ignore.
“That means... that Princess Maelona is my... our adopted sister.” He had spent almost an entire day in her company and neither of them had noticed. Knowing who she was he had not said anything, and as she was adopted after his time in the palace she had not wondered that a roughly spoken man from the backwaters of her country could ever be her long – lost adopted brother.
And he supposed that he in himself did not want to know. It had been nice to live without the knowledge of the massive responsibility that was now crushing down on his shoulders for a little while, at least. Perhaps that was why he had not sought out his brother more earnestly, that he hoped that it had not been true, and that it was all a massive mistake.
Thantos stood up from the bench and approached the stranger that was now his brother, searching his face for something, anything, just a smidgen of familiarity; something that would spark off the neural pathways that were dead and forgotten inside his head of a time where they had laughed together, played together, grown together... even of that terrible night where everything had gone wrong, and everything had been lost, but there was nothing.
Only the face of a familiar stranger.
His head knew that his was his brother, but his heart told him nothing. In his heart he was still that thief of five days ago searching for answers that would never come.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 7:01 pm
Dafydd Lansing LocationOutside... near a bench.xxxxxxxKingdom: PatiencexxxxxxxRank: Second in line for the throne
The man was a sap, to be sure. Peasant's clothing... perhaps his blood ran more to the Humility kingdom than his own. “It's true.” Dafydd answered simply, the warmth in his tone not yet evaporating. No... his dear brother would think the sound similar to honey for a long time. He asked a question, one that did make sense, in a way... but the prince of Patience had a response ready, not at all abashed by the man's query. “I saw you move when the old codger made us all go on that frivolous escapade in his dingy caverns.”
“Otherwise, I might have mistaken the soft lines of your countenance for a page. Especially considering how threadbare your attire is.” Could this truly be an heir to a great kingdom? ”Your eyes say that you are a Lansing.” But a part of him wished that he wasn't. “The man who claimed to be our brother before was but an imposter. His eyes were the shade of mud... and he couldn't remember mother's favorite game.”
It didn't need to be said; the man had died for falsely claiming to be a member of the esteemed, but broken royal family. To claim he was an heir no less. “But brother, as I look at you... it's obvious that we are kin.” Make friends; get him to trust you.... ”I will not lie to you, Eoghan... and I'll put it simply. I came here to claim my birthright, as I was led to believe that I was the only Lansing child left. But it seems it is your destiny, and not my own.” He knelt then, bowing his head to this 'older brother.' While he didn't display it, the motion felt like acid surging through his veins.
“I've not yet met her, admittedly.” Now he was apologetic, because Dafydd guessed that the eldest was fond of the girl. “After being so discouraged to find out that one brother I thought I would know was a fraud, I've been hesitant to seek out any more long lost relatives.” Oh yes, he was quite skilled in the political game. ”It nearly broke me.” When Veritas caught me... That would have been the end of all his ambitions had the god not shrugged off the ordeal as though it were nothing.
That had instilled the idea, that Veritas knew exactly who the serial killer was, but was just content to let whoever it was pick off the guests one by one. Not that it mattered here, in front of his brother for the first time in many, many seasons.
Perhaps, we should all have some sort of day together while we're here... maybe play Tallfwrdd* against each other.” It was one of the games he remembered them playing... When life was simple and Dafydd had naught a care in the world as to who ascended to the throne. ”I'd like to have a family again... it's been so very long since I was given the luxury.”
*Patiente board game
* Name pronounced, Daaav-ith.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 11:05 pm
Kingdom: Patience Status: Heir Location: Isolated Courtyard Comment: :'D Family?!? Really?!!!
xxxI'm blessed yet damned
Thantos stared at his brother as he confirmed yet again what he had, for quite a while now, dreaded with all his heart.
“It’s true.” He said kindly, as if he sensed his distress and wished to ease it.
Dafydd began to explain how he had seen him at the beginning of their journey into the caverns, had spotted him when he himself had looked so hard for his brother. He almost laughed at the younger man’s description of the God Veritas; it seemed that they had more in common than he had thought, but his mood darkened once more as he spoke of his brother.
So he was dead. The reports of Jonathan being alive were false; he was dead. He waited for a feeling of sorrow to come, but it seemed that he waited in vain - it was like being told that a man had been killed somewhere in Lust. There was no connection to him, and so he didn’t care.
Being executed for one’s eyes being the wrong colour, and not remembering their own mother’s favourite game? Well, the Lansing’s did have blue eyes, but he himself couldn’t even remember their mother, but as Dafydd continued, he put the death of the man who had previously been known as his younger brother out of his mind.
Dafydd spoke of them being kin with such warmth in his voice, as if he really did care that they were brothers. Brotherhood, at least how he was raised, was something that one never took lightly. You never betrayed your brothers; ever. But he still felt guilty, taking the throne from a man that so obviously wanted it. It was in his eyes, a glint that said he wanted to be king most of all. It was a look that Thantos knew well, one that he had seen on the faces of his now – dead thief brothers when they were faced with a job that had a particularly large payoff.
Dafydd was a driven man, but he didn’t think for a moment that his new brother would do to him what the thieves would do to those that got in their way.
When Dafydd knelt and bowed his head, Thantos immediately began to panic. No! This was not right! This was not how it was supposed to happen! He was supposed to live his life a humble thief in the countryside, pilfering here and there until he had enough to start some shop or other of his own. A strangled noise came from his throat as he suppressed a sob, but he managed to turn away from the man to hide his face before he rose. He didn’t want his brother to see the weakness on his face, and the doubt and fear in his eyes. He had just started down the rabbit hole, but whilst he didn’t want to see how far it went, he felt that he had no choice.
Dafydd then changed the subject back to Maelona, to Thantos’ relief. “I've not yet met her, admittedly.After being so discouraged to find out that one brother I thought I would know was a fraud, I've been hesitant to seek out any more long lost relatives.” He seemed to pause, as if containing some deep emotion that never once showed on his face. ”It nearly broke me.”
Thantos blinked in surprise, that the man was revealing so much emotion to him in such a short amount of time spoke wonders. “Perhaps, we should all have some sort of day together while we're here... maybe play Tallfwrdd against each other. I'd like to have a family again... it's been so very long since I was given the luxury.”
Thantos stared at the taller man for a few seconds, suppressing the emotions that welled up inside of him at the mere mention of having a family again. Grief for the snakes, fear for the future, but an inexplicable hope that things will be alright, somehow. Maybe he could have a family again, one that wouldn’t be torn away from him again. Maybe that would be nice.
“I’m afeared I can’t quire remember how to play...” He stumbled on the unfamiliar word, “Tallferth? But... it moight be noice to try...”
“I’m afeared... I don’t ‘member much about tha’... time. Not before... Ya know, Oi was taken? By a bunch ‘a thieves. I was raised by ‘em... and they were killed. But I don’t ‘member much before ‘em. Never knew why... never really wan’ed to know afore now.” He said, almost fearfully. It was the longest speech he had said in days. Would Dafydd understand? He desperately wanted a family again, and the fact that Dafydd wanted to have one too filled him with a hope that he wanted to hold on to for as long as possible.
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 12:56 am
Dafydd Lansing LocationOutside... near a bench.xxxxxxxKingdom: PatiencexxxxxxxRank: Second in line for the throne
Kneeling to the man left a rancid taste to sour his mouth; Dafydd swallowed the unpleasant sensation that had flavored his tongue, and stood before a brother, the future king who wouldn't look him in the eyes. It was as though this older brother was ashamed. Mortified, like he didn't want his younger sibling to pay homage to him. If that were the case... the sphynx shifter fought to keep the smirk from forming in his visage... he'd have absolutely no problem disregarding that code of conduct.
No qualms, whatsoever.
Blue eyes scrutinized the man before them, slowly forming the opinion that this prince was weak. And that he was falling perfectly into Dafydd's guise.
But when Thantos said he couldn't remember how to play Tallfwrdd, Dafydd shook his head, his appearance that of an astonished man. “You don't remember?” He couldn't recall... the royal family's favorite past time. That he couldn't, left Dafydd reeling. “It's alright.” He said, assuring his older brother that it was a small detail that would be forgiven. But in actuality, it only further set Dafydd's determination to ascertain the throne.
Eoghan's words marked his accent strange – likely a mix of whoever was giving him lessons. The sound foreign, Dafydd clung to the words, analyzing them to try and depict just where he had hidden for all these years. “Tis only a game, and one that can be retaught.” The younger prince shifted his weight from one foot to another, trying to appear as nervous as Eoghan. “But you'll have to introduce Maelona to me... I'm afraid that I'm too rough round the edges to seek her out myself.”
It was a few beats later that he continued. “I'm certain she'd hate me in an instant.” Where Eoghan was soft, and trusting... Dafydd was disciplined. What would have been a perfect heir. If only this man didn't stand in his way. Patience is your virtue – abide by it.
“Plus, teaching you would provide for us, a neutral setting to get to know our adopted sister.” What had their father done, in order to keep the Lansing name alive? How many other children had he adopted, to replace those who had been slaughtered by the assassin's creed? ”Where you and I can learn how to be a family once again.” They'd been close once. Here was to hoping that it was a desire that had never been quenched in Eoghan's bleeding heart. That he'd be a sap, a fool to believe that which had so long been broken would be so easily repaired within an afternoon.
It'd take him six lifetimes to give up on what he knew was right. "It's nice... to know that I'm not the only one left." Dafydd admitted quietly. And that would be true... if the brothers that had turned up had been younger.
“And, I'd be a fool not to mention, that I wish to be a part of your inner court, when you assume the throne.” A genuine smile (not that the heir would be able to determine the difference) touched Dafydd's features then, softening them enough that it showed who Dafydd might have been, had he led the proper life of a prince in court. “Along with my intended, of course.” By then she would likely be heavy with a child – the future king or queen of Patience. But only after Dafydd was done reigning.
Only then, and not a moment before.
* Name pronounced, Daaav-ith.[/size
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 9:20 pm
Kingdom: Patience Status: Heir Location: Isolated Courtyard Comment: Well... this is awkward.
xxxI'm blessed yet damned
Dafydd watched Thantos for a moment or two, making the thief prince squirm for a second or two. “You don't remember?” the younger man said, shaking his head in astonishment. Was it really that big a part of his life before, this board game? He tried to remember the siblings together with their parents, all playing this mysterious board game that he couldn’t pronounce. Nothing.
“It's alright.” Dafydd said, noticing his older brother’s distress. “Tis only a game, and one that can be retaught.” He shifted, moving around as if he was as nervous as Thantos himself was. That was a comfort at least. They both didn’t know how to react to each other, how to speak to their long lost brother that had been away for so long, doing things that the other just couldn’t imagine.. “But you'll have to introduce Maelona to me... I'm afraid that I'm too rough round the edges to seek her out myself.” Thantos almost laughed at the thought. He, rough? This prince, this lordling thought himself rough? Compared to what? Thantos was reared by thieves, for heaven’s sake, and the prince thought himself rough. What did he think of his brother then?
“I'm certain she'd hate me in an instant.” Thantos shook his head.
“Plus, teaching you would provide for us, a neutral setting to get to know our adopted sister. Where you and I can learn how to be a family once again.” “Naww, she’d get along wiv’ you be’er than me. She’s a roight proper royal.” He stopped talking. Compared to the genteel speech of his brother, he spoke like a rough and tumble man from some sinful kingdom, rather than one of the virtuous ones. He would have to work on that one. He continued, more slowly this time. Thinking out what he said before he said it. “It would be noice... ta get... to know ya-you as family. It would be... nice.” He stopped for a moment, looking down. He desperately wanted to have family. To no longer be alone in the world. He knew he was repeating himself over and over, but that was how his mind worked. He wanted to remember, to be a good brother. If only he had been born second.
"It's nice... to know that I'm not the only one left." Dafydd admitted quietly, making Thantos look up at him once more.
“And, I'd be a fool not to mention, that I wish to be a part of your inner court, when you assume the throne.” When he assumes the throne. The words had such a finality to them, as if there were no escaping them. He had to assume the throne, for his brother, sister... father. He hadn’t even met the man yet, or re-meet him, as the case seemed.
“Along with my intended, of course.” Dafydd added, which really made the thief stare.
Intended?
What intended?
“In...tended?” He queried, before he slammed his palm to his head as he realised his stupidity. Of course! Dafydd was betrothed to some woman before he had gone into the catacombs “Of course, yer intended! I should meet this... intended o’ yours.” He said. Perhaps then he would remember her. He had a terrible head for names.
“Maybe we can play togever.”
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 6:52 am
Dafydd Lansing Location OutsidexxxxxxxKingdom: PatiencexxxxxxxRank: Second in line for the throne
Dafydd listened intently to the thick accent of his older, baby-faced brother. “Our parents would do little else, but to raise a princess who stood with the poise of our mother, and with the steady hand like our father.”
“I'd expect no less of them in that regard.” Even if there was a new queen, because their mother had perished.
“But rumor has it that she does think highly of you, as our future king, and most assuredly as her older brother. Here, I've been... nigh on two weeks, and I've yet to seek her out, for fear that she'll think me too boorish in mannerisms to be a part of the Lansing line. That I am too impatient to represent our blessed kingdom at all.” If she only knew, how patient he'd been... how patient he would be still... This fear would easily be remedied.
“I think that a rendezvous with her is soon in order.” Dafydd declared with a nod, eyes sparkling with hope. The princess he could be nice to, grow attached to. She'd not stand in the way of his ascension to the throne. She could be the sister that he never had.
Dafydd remained silent as his brother so openly displayed a weakness – his desperate want for a family, a kin to belong to blatant before him. To move in on this fellow, establish a brotherhood with him, would not take much effort. Obviously, Eoghan wanted this; that fact made the younger prince swell with a forthcoming triumph.
Dafydd truly did chuckle at the mention of Catherine, who much preferred to be addressed as Cat. “Eoghan... I think you'll like her; she's sporadic and brings with her a joyous aura. It's infectious.” When she wasn't being a troublesome sprite, that was. He knew well that she'd been testing him, seeing which buttons were okay to press, and which ones she should press harder. But Cat Gavini was marrying a true man of Patience, and his temper stayed. “For a betrothed marriage, I can find little complaint with the woman.” Though she may have plenty when it came to him.
Another slow chuckle passed the prince's lips when Eoghan mentioned her playing. “If she could remain in one place long enough to not get lost, I'll be sure to ask her to accompany us for an afternoon. It is only fitting that you meet a woman who will be a part of your family soon enough.”
He'd not missed the fact that Eoghan hadn't confirmed Dafydd's place in court. But it would happen soon enough, he was sure. “And hopefully, a part of your inner circle in court. She'd truly be a gem of an addition.'
* Name pronounced, Daaav-ith.
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