OPEN POST: THE ANNIVERSARY

[gentleidealist]

THE ANNIVERSARY

[It's been exactly two years since Mithos took over Paradisa. That's two years of delightful massacres, scaring people into the Dead Zone, and manipulating former friends with the ageless face of a Kharlan hero. Two years of your character struggling to hold onto life as they know it while under the shadow of a fearsome ruler from another world. Two years of scraping to get by, cowering in the Dead Zone, waiting for a chance to go home or a death that Paradisa can't-- won't-- give.

There is nothing planned for today, though there are a few whimsical sort of changes that Mithos called for. The angels are on security detail as usual, policing the grounds; however, Mithos and his closest subordinates may be stepping outside. There is a grand feast set up in the ballroom... but angels don't eat, so it's really just for show. The place has the air of a graveyard party where even the dead decide not to attend.

There is an undercurrent of anxiety tonight, a breath held in anticipation. Something is about to happen, and even the insects are quiet.]

CASTLE GROUNDS
INSIDE THE WALLS
THRONE ROOM
BASEMENT
THE OUTSKIRTS
TOWN
DANY'S CAVE
DEAD ZONE SETTLEMENT
THE FOREST

[ooc: HUGE OPEN MINGLING POST for characters who either reside in the castle as angelic little zombies, or people who are returning for whatever reason. Please don't threadjack something without notifying the muns in advance!

You are free to make your own sections if you'd like and I'll add them to this post :)]

Comments

[queensconsort]

[His eyes widen a little, but the surprise is more in his voice than in his body language. He delicately perches on the edge of the cliff, using a tiny bit of magic to adhere himself there and prevent some kind of awful accident.]

Thank you, my lady Khaleesi. Your kindness means more than you know.

[He lays his head on one of his claws, allowing her the chance to touch his his head and neck, if she so pleases.]

You may. I am hardly ticklish.

[Despite being a cold-blooded creature, he is as warm as anything else, with a strong heartbeat and ancient magic coursing through his veins. He watches her with one amber eye.]

[draca]

Daenerys. [ She corrects him. ] Please, call me Daenerys.

[ She takes a step, the first hesitant until she takes the next. Confidence filling her stride until she is close enough to lay a hand on his scales. It surprises her to find him so warm, but it is a pleasant surprise. One that brightens her face with joy.

So warm and strong. ]

You are beautiful and truly magnificent.