Heirot

Shea smiled one of her famous seductive smiles. "Oh, but lover," she said brushing his cheek with one her hands as her lips grew closer to his. "Nothing you do bothers me... They will soon learn that it is hard to drive a wedge between destiny."

The door opened with a slam. "My queen... There is a group here... There wondering about the castle with out permission... I.."

"I know who it is," Shea said, glaring and lowering her hands. "I will see to it soon enough."

Shea looked to Praxis. "Coming?"

She didn't wait for an answer. She went to where the group was gathered, appearing with all her grace and beauty. Often she glanced behind her to see if Praxis was following or not.

Miah looked at Lena, a surprised look on her face. She mouthed the words, "My beautiful Queen?" It was then she noticed Praxis following behind Shea. She didn't know who he was, but she felt as if Einocktura had just made a horrible mistake in calling her his "beautiful Queen."

Praxis grudgingly followed. "I guess" he said in a less than ethusiastic tone. The last thing I need is some nobody mortal dog to distract us he thought to himself in a rare moment of negligence to Shea's power. He half-heartedly listened to the coversation that ensued, but his ears did notice the tone "beautiful" was said.

Judging the newcomer's actions not to be threatening yet, he stood idly by wishing what he thought to be an idle and pointless conversation to end.

Shea smiled seducingly and walked towards the werewolf. "Its been a long time. I was beginning to think I would have to send someone to... remind you... of our agreement," Shea said, grinning mischeviously.

"I don't remember what was the reward for your work... so I guess, if you can remember... you can request it again. If you can't I guess I could come up with something..." She said turning her head, her eyes meeting Praxis.

Miah looked around. 'Does he mean me or Lena?' she thought. She glanced at Lena. 'Surely he meant more than one 'someone'.'

Miah nodded. 'All right. I was about to say...' She giggled for a moment and waited for the Queen's answer. She studied the castle decorations, and tried to figure out who the guy standing next to Shea. She eventually found something else to entertain herself with and made funny comments to herself about Einocktura's tribe.

Miah leaned over and whispered in Enoc's ear, "Um..Lena is half-demon." She giggled and looked over to see if she was ticked about that.

OOC: Does she have dog ears like Inu Yasha?! ^_^

Praxis smiled a secret smile to himself. He did notice he was under some attention from the women in the group, and he took comfort that both this attention and the make-up of the group gave him some "leverage" against Shea. His smile even grew bigger as he witnessed its leader make a mistake after mistake. Not caring if Shea heard his thoughts he began musing, Bah, this one's so pathetic a leader, he doesn't even know the abillities of the ones who follow him

Shea smiled, despite the inward discust for the person before her. "Half-Demon?" Shea asked and looked towards the half demon. "How very unfortunate, but I guess you can't help that..."

She glanced towards Praxis. "My love, what do you think?" she asked, wanting him to voice his thoughts. She was interested in what might happen.

Praxis closed his eyes momentarily, and then started looking over Lena. Now showing interest, he slowly walked over to her. While doing this he replied to Shea. "Well, I'm certain I can find a use for them. The task is figuring which one suits them." Smiling to himself, he continued, "we have to seperate the elites from the fodder." Stopping very close to Lena, and he gazed deeply into her eyes as if he we stirring up all the dark secrets behind them. "Your leader mentioned you where a half-demon, tell me...was it your father or your mother the depths of hell spat up, and what was the demon's name?"

Lena was surprised at this question. And at the same time mad at Enoch. How dare he call her a demon and mean a whole one. All she wanted to be was whole. "It was my father that was the demon. My mother was but a human. If memory serves me right, I believe my father's name was Leurc. That is all I can remember."

OOC: No, she doesn't have dog ears like Inu-Yasha.

OOC: Aw, man! No dog ears! And your welcome for using the name Leurc which I thought of. Hmph. (Luerc is Cruel backwards) I thought that up last year! O_o;

IC: Miah was starting to get bored. No one seemed to have any interest in her, but she didn't really care. She didn't want to answer any stupid questions about her family anyway. Instead, she made comments on Enoc and his mistakes. He was nervous.

Praxis raised an questioning eyebrow to Lena's reply. She feigns ignorance well... He replied, "No matter, just wondering if there was some reason a Demon would have interest in a mere mortal, buutt I suppose there's nothing special there or else you would have remembered; just one demon's...weaknesss."

As soon as he finishes he turns away, paying no further attention to Lena. He then walks over to Miah. "As for you...a doppleganger is a rare creature indeed, especially suited as spy's and assasins. Yet, they rarely care for the motivations behind their labor, affairs of kingdoms and politics. They're too wrapped up in their own abillities. So, tell me my dear, why have you left your playground of copying others, and have come to the court of Arken?"

Shea arched an eyebrow looking towards her lover. So he thought that falling for a mortal was weakness, but what if the relationship was the same as theirs? Did that mean he was weak for falling her, though she was a great deal more than just mortal.

She looped her arm in his, a mischeivious grin forming on her beatiful face. "Enoctura you are welcome to stay in the palace. Turn your men over to General Terom, he will take over from there. I have other plans for you when you have rested from your journey. I do not know of the skills of your friends, but if they wished to be put to work I'm sure General Terom can find something for them...."

"I would love to stay and chat..." she said and looked to Praxis. "But, we have a trip to plan and more important things..."

OCC: Your may control General Terom to your liking.

The energy in Praxis's eyes dimmed. He actaully was enjoying breaking these newcomers down, destroying their self-esteem, only to rebuild them as true soldiers worthy of Arken...no, his leadership. He caught himself longing for days longs past, and he smiled at his foolishness. Gone were his days of training the living. These days it was much more effiecent to create an army from the dead.

Shea was correct, there were more pressing matters at hand. Ally's to gather, an army to build, to prtoect them from the wrath of hell bearing down on them. With what we face, even with the proper training and the best of generals. these people would put up as much a fight as a blade of grass trampled underfoot.