The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
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05.26.2023
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Honora had not long been at the estate, and the parameters of her being here were unclear. Hiram was in and out, sometimes requesting her, sometimes not. No clarity had been given on her assignment, or as to whether she was being held captive. In the past, perhaps Honora would have pushed for answers. Not now. For now, Honora was content to let life happen to her instead of seizing it for herself. Living one day at a time, feeling nothing, seeking nothing, the possibility for vengeance the dying ember that sustained her.
Though she wouldn't admit it, there was comfort in staying within the walls of the Eldouir estate. It shrank the world into a manageable size that she could more easily wrap her head around. She took solace in walks across the grounds, walking until her legs were sore and her nightmares nearly outpaced. They’d return soon enough.
After one such afternoon walk, the time had slipped away from her. Honora didn’t return until the evening, coming toward the estate as a dark figure. Her stomach pained with hunger, but the discomfort was strangely, well, comforting. It was something else to feel but the well of emptiness that set inside her.
Post by Azazel Eldouir on Feb 19, 2024 17:55:19 GMT -5
Azazel had heard rumors about the woman who now inhabited their home and he was...both intrigued and annoyed. She wasn't one of them, wasn't family, but he knew of their family's history with various Allemeades. He hadn't spoken to Honora yet though there had been one dinner in which he'd stared at her from across the table for the entirely of the meal. He didn't fully understand why she was hear or what Hiram wanted with her but he wasn't one to ask questions. He was the epitome of living in the moment and for nothing more or less.
Dinner had already been served and while some were still eating, others had finished. Azazel was part of the latter group, except that he had grabbed a post dinner snack and was enjoying the cooling Autumna weather near the front of the estate and was making his way through an entire sourdough loaf on his own. About half of it was already gone.
In the distant shadows he noticed the light from the windows hitting the light blonde hair of a woman and soon recognized her as their recent guest. He perked up, pushing himself off of a low wall and meeting her before she reached the door. "You almost missed dinner. Were you on a date with someone? Did you eat with them? Or maybe you were the meal?" he said with a salacious smirk.
Post by Honora Allemeade on Feb 22, 2024 19:20:37 GMT -5
Honora recognized Azazel — how could she not? The inmates of this prison where few, though Azazel was notable in his own right. The Eldouir men all seemed to move with the same entitled confidence of a predator who didn’t know what it was to be prey. Honora’s footsteps slowed as he met her, hands clasping in front of her as she kept her distance—or attempted to.
“The Eldouir estate is a poor place to seek suitors,” Honora responded with the clipped rigidity of a schoolmistress, “Though now that you mention it, I am rather hungry if you’ll excuse me…” Honora would attempt to move past him.
Post by Azazel Eldouir on Feb 23, 2024 12:16:35 GMT -5
Azazel grinned a large cheshire kind of smile at her comment about suitors. He couldn't argue. She wasn't wrong. If you were looking for a husband then this wasn't the place to look. "Maybe not a suitor, true, but a baby daddy you could easily find." Honora was old. At least from his perspective but he was also a stupid kid who thought that basically anyone older than him by more than a year or two was old.
She went to move past him and he let her but then acted as her shadow, standing so close to her back that there was risk of him accidently stepped on her heels. "What are you hungry for? I could make sure you have what you need," he said with a smirk.
Post by Honora Allemeade on Feb 29, 2024 17:46:36 GMT -5
Honora’s nose wrinkled at the words ‘baby daddy’, but she kept moving. His form would make him seem like a man, but his manner and speech made him seem utterly juvenile. As he followed her, Honora felt rather like the school mistress she’d been, being dogged by one of her most difficult students. Perhaps it’s what she should have expected out of an Eldouir.
“You could point me in the direction of the kitchen,” Honora responded flatly, moving through the halls of the estate, trying to calculate her path carefully, “Then you needn’t trouble yourself further.” However ridiculous he may seem, Honora was not fool enough to think the threat he might pose should be taken lightly.
Post by Azazel Eldouir on Mar 25, 2024 12:45:27 GMT -5
Azazel wasn't perturbed by her continued efforts to be rid of him, in fact it only made his drive to stay with her that much stronger. He wasn't about to just walk away. Not that easily. She looked so soft... as if she'd be easy to overpower. "I'll just show you the way," he said, refusing to be put out. "It's really no trouble." He stepped up beside her and if she didn't stop him he'd link arm through hers, taking the typically feminine side of the action, as he steered her towards the kitchen.
Post by Honora Allemeade on Apr 1, 2024 5:11:51 GMT -5
Honora did stop him—or try. She withdrew from him as one would a hot stove, the touch triggering a strange and new instinct that she’d somehow be tainted further if the man touched her, even in such a small way. She’d look surprised by her own action, heart racing, before her features hardened.
Post by Azazel Eldouir on Apr 11, 2024 13:31:21 GMT -5
Azazel was surprised too by the sudden action. Most weren't so brave to go against an Eldouir. Or maybe his time in Dresmond had taught him to underestimate people. His gaze narrowed as he stared at her calculating. He could push further. He could demand. He could physically control her to do as he wanted. However...he had a feeling this one was going to be around for a while. Maybe it would be fun to against his typical nature and play the long game.
So after a moment his gaze softened and he took a step away from her, hands up in surrender as he gave her a little smile. "Enjoy your dinner, pretty bird," he said, giving her a little two toned whistle to mimic a tweet. A bird, stuck in a cage, the key held by the Eldouir. Or Hiram at least. He had no doubt they would make her feel like she was more free but would actually clip her wings enough to make her unable to simply fly away.
Post by Azazel Eldouir on Apr 25, 2024 11:38:40 GMT -5
It really was tempting to continue to follow her and making things difficult for her in general but Azazel could be patient...maybe. Honestly it was the threat of Hiram that kept him at bay more than anything. He didn't know what this woman was to him but he had a feeling that she might be one person he would actually get in trouble for should he do anything to her. Until he knew more about her role here, he wasn't yet willing to risk a punishment from Hiram.
So he watched her go until he could see her no longer and then frowned. He was desperately itching for something fun to play with.