Nothing Changes

[Darius]

(I hope people don't mind me making two entrance posts, It's just so I can have one back to the city, and one back to the coven grounds. If anyone does mind, just say and I'll have this removed.)

He walked slowly up to the main gate to the grounds, head and eyes flicking side to side to watch the wall, looking for cameras, guards, anything really which would give him away before he was ready, though what he had planned was only moments away. Stopping now, he looked at the floor, hands clenching and unclenching a few times at his side before he raised his gaze again.

"You ready for this Fury? I'm in charge, but I know you have a certain... quality when it comes to making an entrance." His voice was for him and his alone however, echoing through his mind, reaching the metaphysical ears of his other self, who, from within his own psyche, grinned up at him.

"Oh Darius, you know you love what we do as well, so much of it comes from equal parts of us! Me, a savage beast with the advantage of vampire intellect. You, a vampire, with the advantage of a savage beast's instincts. Now, let's get this done, I wanna see everyone's face as they ponder who is in charge and what they will do when they see us!"

The voice, like always, seemed to come from the wind itself to Darius, though he knew it was only in his head, unless Fury had managed to gain some control again over a new part of their power, Darius always struggling to gain control over their abilities, their potential seeming limitless.

Grinning, he shook his head now, unable to deny the fact that they did make a good team at times, and that both of them revelled, in different degrees, over the things they have done and do. However, the one thing Darius made clear is he did have some sort of moral code, whereas his other self had none.

Rolling his neck now, he stopped for a moment, before sending a psychic shout over the grounds, a mental image of the gates blowing open ( though not being destroyed) and a figure walking through them to any who could receive it. Moments later, his mind focussed on the gates, a small telekinetic blast blowing open the gates as he walked forwards, a psychic message spread before him now " I'm baaaaccccckkkkk..."

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Maleficent's eyes gleamed with that warm liquid honey color from the confines of her hood, standing statuesque and in ponderous affairs was she when the psychic wave caused ripples through the subconscious; battering against the walls well-built within the mind to keep intrusion and its consort - illusion- well out of her being. The slight tilts of the head and the wall was most certainly ignored as raven named Diablo took perch and curious caw, drawing and diverting the point of focus towards the racket caused by he whom had arrived but moments after. Fingers found the folds of skirts, which shushed with quiet motion against the dirt, while nimble feet carried the hooded figure towards the gates and into the light of night. For she presumed this was the time, since she did not favor the light of day despite being able to coexist with it. Through shadows and out of Fey lands unseen but parallel to that of humans she moved, swift and quiet as the wraith in its natural element.

Dark tresses tumbled out, melting into the cloak of midnight as predator closed in on proximity of predator, the gate swinging to and fro, until long fingers stopped its cry and choked it into silence and stillness. Here was she, one quiet as nightfall following in the steps of the loud and dramatic rumbling of an earthquake waiting to happen. Diablo flapped his wings and cawed in warning once more, but the drone's falsetto was ignored and further in she strode behind the skirts of the creature making its arrival; further into fruitful lands with plums ripe for picking and sweet finger-licking afternoons.

Stationary grew the slender figure whose cloak of midnight left nothing naked to the eye, except for perhaps Medusa hair, rebellious in the way it fell in obvious waves to rest at the small of her back. Dropping the skirts the fingers twined, finding company in one another, and soft and sultry was the melodic voice, whose chill could burn or freeze depending on the whims of its sweet, syllable caressing lips. "That would make two of us, returned home."

[Xiomara]

Xiomara was restless and had decided to just wander around, there was something at the edge of her vision and she couldn't quite pin-point it but she knew that something was brewing on the horizon. Sitting at the edge of the roof she looked down, two figures came close to the gates but they were downwind and she couldn't catch their scent. It made her frown that from her perch she could do nothing but watch. If they were friend they would be welcome, but if they were foe then they would reach the manor before any of them knew what to do. It wasn't her job to keep the peace or protect them, she simply did it because if her home was threatened there would be hell to pay. Sliding off the lip of the roof she fell onto a lower beam and continued to drop down until she reached the ground, immediately shifting into her tiger form the enormous cat padded quietly down towards the gate.


The sonic boom of the psychic wave caused her head to ache, it fell into perfect complacency beside the hinges of the gates groaning as they were pushed open. disoriented by the invasion, she took a moment to shake herself off; the stripes along her pelt changed their pattern as if she had shed her fur and donned some stranger's new fur coat before continuing towards the gate. The first was a male, catching her by surprise with the way he appeared, the second was a hooded female, something about her made Xiomara's skin tighten in defense. She'd had to keep an eye out on both of them. Teeth bared and claws scoring the ground she hissed at the two intruders, the darkness pooled at her feet rippling like unsettled shadows and her voice drifting through the wind into their ears though her maw was not made for talking. "Who are you?"

[Darius]

"My oh my Darius, such a loud greeting, and it seem's already we have drew some attention. Those who wish to come back, and those who already have." The voice echoed through his head, slowly dying off with laughter as the psychic footsteps of both were caught by his other senses. Looking back towards the first female, she who stood outside the gate's with him, he nodded, his own psychic psychically travelling to her " Hello there dear Fae, seems I have created the opportunity for many of us to come here, though not all will of shown there face yet. Well met I say though, and feel free to follow me."

Falling silent for a moment now, his mind blew outwards, searching for the other who he had felt, before something happened. Sensing her again, he grinned beneath his hood, realising now that whilst his attention had been located somewhere else, she had changed form, hence altering the patterns he had associated with her. Something he would not allow again, noting down the difference in how her psyche tasted on his mind, linking the similarities and differences between the two.

Stepping towards the large cat, the form the female had addopted he held his hands out to the sides, tilting his head as he looked at her form, before his voice trailed psychically out, this time softer, like feathers in the wind. " The other with me, You have to ask yourself. As for myself, currently you can call me Darius. But as time goes on, you'll soon learn that there are more than just me in this form."

Falling silent again, he allowed his gaze to travel over the coven's various buildings, before he spoke again" Or have I been forgotten about here? After all, I thought my insanity was unforgettable."