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Genji still didn't know what to do with both Mikuni and Otoha. She clearly wanted to stay at his side, but it wasn't save, yet she demanded so much in exchange for her power. Maybe he ought not question a goddess and her powers, maybe a price needed to be set for any miracle asked for, but on one hand Otoha claimed she loved Genji still and on the other she let him continue living like this. There were things she didn't remember herself, or rather wasn't around for and there were certainly thing…

Lianyu had a simple shift scheduled today, standing in the throne room and making sure no one who wasn't supposed to was let in. His post at the door caused him to not hear much of what was going on, not that he was supposed to know, but he could see very well as another batch of people was brought before the young Emperor who flung his arms around for a bit, yelling at his advisors. How long has he been here now? It seemed he still didn't quite grow up and he wondered if he knew how many people…

Genji nodded a little, glad Mikuni found some rest. He wasn't sure how much time they had to chat and rest, he didn't know how long it would take for someone to come after them and how quickly they'd find them. All he could hope was that the forest provided enough cover to get away, dispersing into any direction, either way they wouldn't be able to predict it. Considering Genji took their goddess though, they would have a non inconsequential number of people looking for her, that was for sure. "…

anime-rpg-city.de/attachment/45245/Name: Lianyu Lei Age: 25 Character: Lianyu has been born into a warrior family. His father served the former emperor dutifully until he, as well as the Emperor himself, grew old and sick. He didn't die yet, but he was sent away to live his last days in peace, while his son Lianyu stayed in the capital city and palace. He was trained to fight from an early age onwards, not only by his father, but also by renowned swordsmen across the realm. In theory Lianyu know…

Otoha was soon at the forefront of their body and Genji felt once more as if Otoha was everything he needed and like nothing else mattered. Feelings long forgotten and lost to time welled up in him. He missed her, so much so it hurt him, but now he didn't know who she was and much less did he know who he himself was either. "I'll try to find something better tomorrow.", he mumbled softly, holding the body that felt so differently now. None of her rounds were pressing against his body anymore, bu…

Otoha was the one telling him tgat everything was going to be fine, Mikuni surely didn't forget what he did to him and all his peers. There were friends among them surely and now he was stuck with the monster that took them and that took part of him as well. For now the curse lay dormant for the most part, but soon that would change again and he'd kill once more. He wanted all of this to be over and he wanted the ones he hurt so violently already to be save from him. Being around him was the mos…

Nayantai schien aufgwühlt und langsam kannte Rain sich nicht mehr aus. Gestern wollte er noch unbedingt alleine sein und nichts von Rain wissen. "Das hätte ich dir auch selbst sagen können.", erwiderte Rain. Rikiya meinte es bestimmt nur gut, aber Rain konnte durchaus für sich selbst einstehen und er würde sich von Nayantai nicht ersticken lassen. "Gestern wolltest du noch alleine sein. Ich hätte dir gerne Bescheid gesagt, aber gestern Abend habe ich dich nicht mehr gesehen und heute Morgen wars…

Als Rain das Zelt betrat wurde er beinahe sofort überrumpelt. Nayantais lange Arme schlangen sich um ihn und drückten ihn fest. "Ist etwas passiert?", fragte er verwirrt, Nayantai erklärte sich schnell. "Huh?" Nayantai umklammerte ihn als hätte er Rain tagelang nicht gesehen und als hätte er vom Schlimmsten ausgehen müssen. "Wieso das denn?", fragte Rain weiter. Rikiya wollte ihm nichts sagen? Vielleicht wollte er Rain seinen Freiraum lassen, damit er tun konnte was er wollte, ohne dass Nayantai…

Manchmal war es schwierig zu begreifen, dass während Rain in Fhaergus in seinem Anwesen saß, Nayantais Volk alles verlor was sie hatten. Mei nahm es Rain wohl nicht übel und die Meisten hier konnten sich an ein anderes Leben vermutlich kaum erinnern. Er tauschte gerne Informationen mit Mei aus, aber ihm war bewusst, dass er nur so viel erzählen konnte, weil er das Privileg hatte in Adrestia als Sohn eines Fürsten geboren zu werden. Selbst der Kronprinz der Wölfe hatte ein schweres Leben, eine sc…

"I am joking, relax.", Lucien grinned. "I don't think you'd hurt me." Dayan was so on edge, every joke just went straight over his head. With no one else around it seemed that Lucien filled the shoes of a friend, or at least the closest it got. He couldn't complain about it. He listened intently to Luciens story, as if he tried to figure something out. Usually he was around highly superficial people, Dayan maybe saw through Luciens facade, at least a little bit and he seemed disappointed by his …

"Just leave my face out of it. I can't attend the coronation with a black eye.", Lucien joked. Dayan needn't worry, even if he hurt Lucien, he wouldn't mind it. He wouldn't even feel it most likely, it was just a hassle acting like he did. He'd offer Dayan to punch him if it helped, but it was too out of character for him, so he refrained from it. "Well maybe eventually having one or two of them over again will be easier and you can talk to someone who actually knows you." Lucien wasn't that, bu…

"Maybe it gives you a different perspective, or simply someone else to draw your anger towards.", Lucien replied. Wasn't this refreshing? None of them doting on formalities and simply being honest with eachother? "Where are all your friends if you don't mind me asking? I mean, surely there had to be some people you stood in contact with?" Maybe that was an insensitive question, but only having his brother as a friend seemed like a bad idea, loving family or not. Lucien tilted his head. "I don't …

"A king that only surrounds himself with people agreeing with him, ought to fail in his endeavours. You can send me away, but I won't sugarcoat my opinion to please you.", Lucien replied clearly. Dayan for now has no helping hand, no one advising him and Lucien wondered were his father advisers went, albeit old and probably useless at this point. Dayan seemed to have sent a lot of people away, or maybe Luciens father had his hands in getting them out of the picture in time for his son to swoop i…

"And why would someone who hauled himself up in his castle and never had to worry about other peoples opinions know more about what the people think than I do?", he asked Dayan flat out. Dayan knew himself that he never felt the need to carry any responsibilities or listen to someones opinions on his heritage. Compared to him Lucien worked all his life, he studied how people worked and how to please them inbetween sessions of torture and pain. He doubted Dayan knew more than him. "The point is t…

"That is apparent. The ones not grasping for power are usually the better rulers though. Your father didn't want the throne either, he didn't come back to Adrestia to conquer it.", Lucien replied calmly. The late king had been older too, more mature and he probably didn't act like his son did right now. "A chance at proving everyone and yourself that you will be a fine king.", he replied to Dayans question. The less he wanted it the better probably. If he shirked the responsibility, maybe he'd p…

"I'm not.", Lucien refused, honest for once. He knew his place and what he needed to do, that was all there was to it. Clearly he grew up very different to Dayan, the war nor a constant reminder of what terrible things have happened and even if it was, feelings like guilt or sadness were extinguished for him a long time ago, so much so he didn't even lament his own fate. This was just how it was and how it should be. "You are fearing the commonfolk won't accept you? They follow their lords, even…

"I know, I'm just saying that maybe it isn't as bad as you think it is.", Lucien answered. Maybe he upset Dayan. "I think you underestimate the Lords all over. If anything, they don't want a war and if you don't take up the crown, there will be one. Bastard sons of the late king, distant Fhaergus relatives, exiled families that ruled way before all this... You are the best choice. The peaceful choice. A choice people can get behind. The king officially adopted you, you are his son, even if Richa…

"The crown comes with responsibilites, but none that you cannot delegate. The former king, before your father, if you can even call him that, after all did almost nothing besides demanding the death of your ancestors for childish reasons. The city only kept afloat because he had people around him who made it so. That said, if you just do a little more than him, the world won't sink into chaos and you can still be yourself. Maybe with some restrictions, I admit, but nontheless, you can ride out a…

Dayan wasn't ready to be king or anyone important. He'd been comfortable in his role as the adoptive son never to be burdened by any responsibility, traveling maybe if not staying by his brothers side. He needed to give up on him, but Lucien knew better than to blurt that out. "You're going to be king, you can saddle your horse or anyone else's all you like." With both of them on their horses Lucien smiled at Dayan who seemed motivated for once. "Well, given our families history, of which my lat…

"Ah. You don't have to thank me really, though I guess I should get myself a new set of clothes for the coronation.", Lucien smiled. He could do that whenever he had time however, maybe he would later on. Again Lucien chuckled at Dayans apology. "I travelled partly in carriage and it still brought my luagguge here, but I rode through the city on my own horse." Only him with one horse wouldn't have worked. He came with a whole set of people, guards and servants who would make his journey save and…