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Villainous Vendettas

(it won't let me add the emoji thing, so there is warnings on sex, violence, and language)

Ronan Valporias

Ronan Valporias || Age Unknown || Pansexual || Spriggan other history is and stuff will be placed here.

[/td][td style="padding:3px;"]Once the proud king of a highly sought
after race Kaitos is the last of his kind,
his people's numbers dwindled down to
nothing in the ongoing battles with the
humans for land and elves for resources.
He lives alone in the forests far from the
haunting memories of his fallen kingdom;
finding solace among the trees and forest
dwelling creatures in times of war.
While he has the ability to shift and mimic
forms of others he uses his powers often
for mischief, finding amusement in toying
with the minds of those around him. He is
a gray asexual, age unknown. [/td][/tr][/tbody][/table][/span][/div]

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♛ Kaitos Daecyne
❝ Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth be a liar; But never doubt I love.❞ - William Shakespeare 

[/font]Well, this was certainly a precarious predicament they'd found themselves in wasn't it? Despite their best efforts Rowena had been freed from her cage, fighting valiantly to maintain her newfound freedoms alongside her thick headed brother. Typically physical fights were ones the cunning shifter tended to stay away from, often times unwilling to engage in physical battle with a tongue sly enough to aid his premature escape.  On this occasion, however, Kaitos found himself in a battle not for himself, but for Ronan. For weeks he had tried to reform the Spriggan, to return him to his peaceful state and avoid meeting his infamous sister, and until hours ago he believed had set the raven haired man on the road to recovery. Steely blue eyes had softened a considerable amount, his touch gentler and his words kinder; until hours ago Kaitos could enjoy stargazing with the other, and then things had changed. He wasn't entirely sure when or why, perhaps Ronan had found meat to indulge in while Kaitos slept soundly in their bed, whatever the reason the harsh reality settled heavily on his shoulders to see the blood lust return in those beautiful blue hues. It would have been easier to turn away from it all, to return to his life of seclusion deep in the untouched forests and allow the Elven kingdoms to deal with the wrath of Rowena and Ronan alone, but Kaitos couldn't force himself to leave; not knowing the full potential in the person he would be leaving behind. He had gotten a mere glimpse into the possibilities for the raven haired warrior, he wouldn't allow himself to feel frustration or defeat in the time that Ronan needed his strength and consistency the most.

Swords clashed in the background, clanging loudly as metal struck metal with the occasional grunt escaping Silas' thin dark lips, the sound of fire crackling nearby filling the empty space in between. Kaitos fought side by side with Belegeth against Rowena herself, juggling the difficult task of providing adequate protection to queen of the Winter Kingdom and remaining mindful of where Ronan was. He was an impressive fighter, skilled with a blade in his hands as well as without, though against Silas- the scarred army general with a naturally bad attitude and an unwillingness to concede -and Nuada- the king of the Summer Kingdom -Kaitos worried how long he would hold his ground. Silas and Nuada worked surprisingly well together despite the blatant differences in styles; Nuada adopting a lighter martial arts attack while Silas met Ronan head on. The deal he had struck with Bell was simple; end his twisted mind games with her husband and he, along with Ronan, could go freely. Until a few hours ago he had done well to uphold his end of the bargain, and now he was in a fight- quite literally -for his life. For now it appeared that his only friend was fairing well in his battle against the skilled summer elves, allowing the thought to comfort him enough to force the majority of his attention into defeating the woman in front of him; a task far easier said than done. Rowena was far stronger than he had first anticipated, every move he and Bell made it seemed as though the Spriggan calculated each step and took appropriate measures to deflect their attacks, wondering now if he and Ronan would be able to leave as planned. Dammit Ronan, what have you gotten us into? Kaitos allowed irritation to seep into his expression momentarily, dodging a lunge from the tall woman but not without a price; the sleeve of his shirt slicing open beneath the cold metal of her sword.

Muscles ached from the excessive physical exertion, sweat beading on his furrowed brow as his patience began to wear dangerously thin. The shorter woman beside him must have felt at least annoyance as a warrior herself that she wasn't able to put a scratch on their opponent, sparing her a single glance confirmed as much. For several uncomfortably long minutes they fought, the elves to ensure the safety of their kingdoms and Kaitos to ensure the safety of his friend. Above the sounds of swords clattering, occasional taunts from Ronan, the raging fires crackling, and the frustrated grunts from the others the brunette could hear the precise moment Ronan's luck fell short; head snapping to the side to find him with concern painted plainly into his expression. Blood coated the end of Silas' sword, the thick crimson fluid dripping off the cold metal and onto the dirt, the swordsman wielding the bloodied weapon smirking. "Gotcha, you slippery little bastard." Desperate blue eyes fell to the short woman beside him at the precise moment hers lifted to meet his. "Go, I can manage!" The brunette moved as the sentence was spoken, concern and desperation morphing into steely determination in the face of two new opponents, ones he was far more familiar with than Rowena. Upon his arrival Nuada's attention immediately shifted to his wife, running to her aid as the tall woman pinned her, throwing himself between the tall elf and the injured Spriggan; sword at the ready. "I promised you that the next time you faced me in battle would be your last, leave before I change my mind." Kaitos' voice was deceptively calm for how he felt, hints of an accent long since lost to time lacing each word. As expected his warning went unheard, the weight of their swords clanging sending vibrations through his thin hands.

On any other occasion Kaitos would have humored Silas with a cocksure smile while they fought, taunting the tall elf with his arrogance knowing how easily it frustrated the large man. With Ronan bloodied and disoriented from his encounter however the brunette felt no pressing urge to play mind games with the other, only to gather his wounded and retreat to the safety and seclusion of his small home some hundreds of miles away. Far quicker on his feet and far lighter it took mere minutes to swipe the sword from the elf's hands, throwing it out of reach and a handful of dirt into gorgeous daffodil hues to ensure he wouldn't reclaim his weapon in the near future. With Silas out of the equation temporarily Kaitos allowed his mind to slip to Ronan, sheathing his sword on the holster tethered to his back and wrapping his hands around his sides to stabilize the wobbling warrior. The warmth of Ronan's blood encompassed his large hands, staining his porcelain skin a deep shade of crimson, the other was hurt badly; far worse than Kaitos had once anticipated. "We need to leave now Ronan!" For the sake of his health, they could return to fight another day.[/ul]

Ronan Valporias
"This will never end because I want more."
- Fever Ray
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[/b] he purred as he approached the man. "It has been some time since last I saw you. All of you, that is."

A taller figure appeared, his sword drawn and readied. Stopping for a second, Ronan assessed both men. Nuada -King of Summer- and Silas -General to the Sumer Armies- were some of the finest warriors. Both had unique fighting styles that were hard to keep with on their own. Nuada's was swift but more drawn back than Silas's. Silas always threw himself into the fight. Every swing was a strong one, wasting the precious energy of his. Grabbing a fallen sword from the ground, Ronan aimed it towards the taller elf. Flashing a small grin he bowed his head lightly.

"You know, I am very into elvish men right now."

Silas took the first swing, meeting Ronan's own blade was his. A ring of steel cried out through the burning forest. Ronan danced about them, blocking and shielding their attacks, before jabbing in his own. The blades sang and screeched as they smacked against one another, a tune that would abruptly end with one of their ends in the other. He twisted and turned away from the taller elf's blade, before smacking his own against the kings. For what seemed like hours, the two fought Ronan with ferocity, but barely could leave a scratch on him.

"What," Ronan breathed as he laid another blow upon the two swords. "Are you out of breath already?"

Ronan laughed as he twisted once more before he met the cold steel of Silas's sword. The blade slid through him with a sickening thwunk. Ronan's eyes grew wide as he stepped back, pulling the blade from his abdomen. His hands clamped down at the hole that now began to seep the thick red liquid. His hands trembled as blood began to leek between his fingers.

"You son of a bitch."

Ronan's focused turned then, his dark eyes looking out at the swift man that approached them. The slender figure stood between him and the taller elf, his blade raised. Baring his teeth, Ronan spat out at Kaitos. His anger began to boil as he looked at the man. This man now stood in his way to achieving what he wanted. It was his lover that had betrayed him. He had gone trying to suppress his anger, and then proceed to hide the final key. Kaitos had chosen the other side and fought against his sister. From what he could see, this man was the real enemy.

"I don't need your fucking help," Ronan growled as he coughed a wad of blood.

But the man ignored him, something he was rather skilled in doing. He took up his sword and performed the same dance Ronan had done mere minutes before. But with quicker movements, he was able to disarm the taller elf. And with only a handful of dirt, he was able to blind him. Ronan watched as Kaitos rushed to him, his sword now sheathed. Those slender hands of his reached out, touching the blood-soaked shirt of his.

"We need to leave now Ronan!"

Ronan shifted away from him, wincing as a jolt of pain surged through his body. His head shook as he growled over at the man.

"I am not leaving. My sister-" His eyes glanced over at the tall woman. She had done a good bit of damage to the queen and her husband. But from the fearful gleam in her eye, Ronan knew she was losing her energy to continue. Her powers were weakening. Pushing away Kaitos Ronan tried to step towards her, but his knees wobbled and he lost his footing. He hit the ground hard. "Rowena!"

His sister cast a glare towards him before she snapped her fingers. With a swift gust of wind, she was gone. Gasping out Ronan raised his hand to do the same, but was grabbed by those pale slender hands. They hauled him to his feet. Kaitos dragged Ronan away from the scene. Away from his revenge against the Winter Kingdom. Biting hard against his lip, he glared over at the man but said nothing. With the memory of his sister's abandonment and the pain in his abdomen, it was too hard for him to speak. With his other hand, he grabbed at the bleeding hole as Kaitos dragged his body through the woods.

"Why?" after many minutes of silence, he finally managed to rasp out the word. Why was he helping him? After everything, he still came to drag him away from the fight. And now he was helping him back to what he could only assume to be his home. But of course, that is if he makes it there. His blood trickled down his side and ran down his leg. He could feel the red liquid drip off his legs, leaving a trail behind him as he was dragged. "Why help me now, when you refused to help me with Rowena?"[/font][/font][/ul]

Kaitos Daecyne. 

❝Doubt thou the stars are fire; doubt that the sun doth move; 

doubt truth be a liar; but never doubt I love.❞ - William Shakespeare

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[/b]" The slender blonde spat bitterly, readjusting his grip on the winded Spriggan to keep him from dragging the ground. "You should be thankful that I still stand by your side after the trouble you've caused." To say that Kaitos was unhappy with Ronan's decision to unleash his sister onto the unsuspecting world was a mere understatement in comparison to the sheer amount of anger and annoyance he felt, if not for caring about the raven haired troublemaker he would have left him behind to suffer his fate at the end of Silas' sword. Sacrificing his own physical health to aid another was a concept entirely new to him, one that he was quickly deciding that he didn't enjoy. After he had risked his life to uphold the end of his agreement with Belegeth so that she may uphold hers, promising immunity against their former acts of crime in the kingdom and the solitude they sought, Ronan needed not to question his motives; just to be thankful that he still had a friend in this godforsaken storm he'd brought. Kaitos wasn't looking to argue with him, nor was he particularly interested in exchanging quips the entirety of the way home, Ronan's next attempt at conversation met with a quip of his own. "Perhaps you should stop speaking and conserve your energy for walking." The annoyance in his tone barely concealed beneath his thinning patience.

And that, as it seemed, was that. With every step he could feel the injured body at his side growing weaker, the setting sun in the distance becoming a concern. He needed to get Ronan home as quickly as possible to properly clean and heal his wounds if the raven haired Spriggan wanted any chance at surviving his ordeal, nightfall would only increase the difficulty. Predators large and small would smell the coppery scent of blood from a mile away, as skilled as Kaitos believed himself to be with a sword in his hands he preferred not to face a snarling grizzly over the carcass stumbling beside him. Should they make it home before a hungry animal made it to them there was the pressing matter of healing Ronan's injuries, something he wasn't entirely sure he could do on his own. Superficial wounds were as easy as threading a string through a needle and sewing it closed, aches and pains could be solved with a fresh herbal tea and some rest, but a deep wound to the abdomen was a wound in a league of its own. A quick analysis of his surroundings and the mental note of where they stood in relation to their shared cabin Kaitos could no longer ignore the worries nagging his mind, guiding Ronan off the path they often traveled and into the thick of the dense forests in a moment of impulse. The questions of where he was leading the two of them was met with as much calmness as Kaitos could fake, readjusting his grip as the blood soaking into the fabric beneath his hand caused it to slide involuntarily. "To someone who can heal you." He could only hope that the woman he had in mind was home.[/font][/ul]