Raisa The Faery

Raisa knelt at the edge of the river, her bright red hair falling in waves around her shoulders and down her back. She covered her bare chest with one arm while using the other to feel the surface of the cool water. As her finger slightly broke the surface of the river, her orange and magenta wings fluttered involuntarily. The water under her fingertip rippled and shone with a slight pink shimmer. The Faery adjusted her legs, switching from kneeling to standing on the edges of her feet. The water shimmered brighter and started to swirl around her finger. Raisa brushed her fiery hair out of her sky blue eyes. Her finger broke contact with the water as a twig snapped and the sound of boots could be heard. She quickly stood up, her skirt of leaves and string sitting low around her waist. A young man with a bow in his hand and a quiver on his back broke through the trees. His warm brown eyes caught her gaze. A blush rose in his cheeks as his eyes looked down, noticing her bare chest. He glanced away.

 

“E-Excuse me Miss, I did not mean to bother you.” He politely stammered. Raisa turned away from him and snorted. She could feel his gaze on her pointy wings. She smirked as she heard the whisper of her name on his lips.

 

“Lady Raisa?” He asked quietly. She fluttered her wings in response. As Raisa turned around the young man bowed to her. She twirled her hand and a gust of wind blew around him.

 

“Do not bow to those you do not respect.” The Faery said through her teeth. He silently stood straight.

 

“You’ve come to kill me and bring my corpse before your precious king, correct?” Raisa asked sweetly. The man nodded and drew an arrow, setting it against the bow. Raisa hissed and flew into the air, flying over the river. The man ran forward and pulled the arrow back. As he shot at her, The Faery brought up a wall of water. The arrow broke against the water and Raisa flung the snapped arrow back at the man. He rolled to the side and pulled another arrow from his quiver. Raisa bared her teeth.

 

“Why does your king want me dead? I have not been bothersome or harmful to anyone in his kingdom.” She yelled. The young man stayed silent as he fired at her again. She dodged his attack and flew straight toward him, her pale hands grasping his shoulders.

 

“Answer me human!” She pleaded. The young man studied the noble Faery. Her blue eyes wide in confusion, her wings beating at a steady pace to keep her afloat. She was a beautiful creature. He dropped his bow and set a hand on her arm. She lowered to the ground, now kneeling in front of him. Raisa moved her hands from the man's shoulders to his face.

 

“His Majesty does not trust the Fae anymore. Since you are one of the more powerful Faery’s, he wants you killed to end a rebellion in the Fae ranks. He put a price and spot on his guard on your head. I need the reward.” The young man explained softly. Raisa froze in shock. The man watched in fear as her features melted into pure rage. She stood up, her Magik sizzling in the air surrounding them.

 

“That bastard! Does he not remember what I’ve done for him? I saved his son from Death herself.” She turned her attention to the now terrified young man.

 

“Tell your King,” She spat the title, “That I can give his son back to Death with ease.” The young man nodded and scrambled to his feet. She roared and pink flames broke through the ground. The man ran back into the forest. Raisa’s anger did not diminish at the sight of the young hunter’s retreat.

Izora The Queen of Vampyres

 

Izora twirled her deep purple hair around her pale finger. Her eyes shone blood red with lust. She sat upon her throne of bones and steel. Before her lay a beautiful girl in shackles. Her Captain of Guard brought her this girl from a nearby village. The Queen of Vampyres stood, her black skirt flowing around her as she walked to the girl. Izora knelt, placing a hand upon the girls hair.

 

“What do you want?” The girl whispered. Izora smiled and ran her hand through her brown curls.

 

“What is your name, young one?” Izora asked sweetly. The girls eyes shone with tears.

 

“Madeline.” The girl said with a thick voice. Izora placed a hand on Madeline’s cheek.

 

“What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” The Vampyre murmured. Izora placed her ice cold lips to Madeline’s forehead. Madeline shuddered. Faint black lines started spreading across Madeline’s face. Izora stood, her pale skin glowing faintly in the gaslight.

 

“Captain!” She called. A tall man came in through the giant wooden doors a few moments later.

 

“Yes, Your Highness?” he asked while bowing. The Queen smiled.

 

“Please take Madeline to her rooms. She will be one of us in a few days time.” The Captain of Guard nodded and helped Madeline to her feet. Izora walked back to her throne as the Captain took Madeline away. The Queen settled, playing with her amulet. It glowed red in the darkened room. In a swirl of smoke and sparks, a Faery appeared in the throne room. The Faery’s red hair fell swiftly around her shoulders, covering her bare chest, Izora raised an eyebrow.

 

“Raisa? What an unexpected visit from my favorite noble.” Izora said slightly surprised. Raisa waved away the comment.

 

“I need your assistance, Izora. The Human King has put a price on my head. I need you to reclaim his son as one of your own.” She said, her hate creeping into her voice. Izora’s eyebrows rose in shock.

 

“After all the time you used to plead with me that it wasn’t the young prince's time? You want me to reclaim him as a child of the underworld?” Raisa nodded. Izora tapped her chin in thought. Raisa already owed her for sparing the prince all those years ago, and she could use the power of a Fae noble to expand her kingdom. Rasia watched the Queen of Vampyres intently.

 

“I will do as you wish, but I will not claim him until the full moon. I will give the King time to remove the bounty on you.”

Harmony The Werecat

 

“Are you okay?” Harmony asked the man with the bow. He jumped and looked around for the source of the voice. She giggled and meowed. The man looked up at the girl in the tree. Her cat ears twitched as they made eye contact. She smiled and jumped nimbly from the branch.

 

“You didn’t answer my question.” Harmony said playfully, swishing her blue tail. He smiled nervously.

 

“I am okay. I need to get back to the castle, but I seem to have lost my way.  My name is Verin.” He explained. Harmony smiled again at Verin. She could sense a Faery’s magic around him. He must have run into a Fae in his travels. Fae’s and Werecats, Harmony’s kind, have always been close. Werecats usually are familiars to Faerys. Harmony didn’t have a Lady or Master to serve. Harmony leaned towards Verin.

 

“My name is Harmony, I’m a Werecat.” She purred happily. Verin cautiously placed a hand on her head when she wiggled her ears.

 

“As can be seen.” He chuckled. She purred again as he scratched her blue ears. She sprung into action and skipped in front of him.

 

“I’ll show you the way to the castle if you tell me where you ran into a Faery.” She said. He froze at the word Faery. She stopped skipping and examined him. She noticed two missing arrows from his quiver and the look of fear in his eyes.

 

“I met Lady Raisa at the river just a few miles down that way.” He slowly pointed to his left. Harmony’s ears swiveled forward at the sound of Lady Raisa’s name. Her pink eyes lit up.

 

“Lady Raisa,” She breathed. Lady Raisa was a noble. Harmony hadn’t heard anything about Lady Raisa having a familiar. If she became Lady Raisa’s familiar, she would be so happy! Harmony reached out and took Verin’s hand in her own.

 

“I’ll show you the way to the castle, Verin. You needn’t be afraid of Lady Raisa.” The Werecat smiled again and led Verin through the forest. 

Silvana The Seer Elf

 

Silvana watched as the Human King paced back and forth. A young man and a Werecat had just arrived at the castle, bringing with them troublesome news. The Prince sat next to Silvana, his eyebrows pushed together in thought.

 

“Silvana, will you explain what all of this means?” He asked the Seer Elf. Silvana nodded and motioned for him to follow her. She needed to use her Crystal to look into this further. As they walked down the halls of the castle, Silvana explained to the prince.

 

“When you were first born, you had a terrible illness. The Healers could do nothing, for your illness was a curse from The Vampyre Queen. The Vampyre Queen is also the incarnation of Death, therefore no one but her could remove the curse. So your father requested Lady Raisa, a Fae noble. Lady Raisa is known as a close friend of The Vampyre Queen. Lady Raisa agreed to help try to convince The Vampyre Queen to lift the curse. It took seven days and seven nights for The Queen to finally agree to spare you.

 

After you were healed, Lady Raisa and the King agreed that he would leave the Fae alone and stop using Faery’s as servants. That agreement has lasted the past seventeen years since your birth. But a Sorceress has given your father reason to believe that the Fae are planning an attack. Lady Raisa has caught wind of your fathers untrust of the Fae and threatened to have The Vampire Queen take you away.”

 

As Silvana finished explaining, they entered her chambers. A Crystal ball sat perched on a table. The Prince closed the curtains as The Seer Elf sat and warmed her hands. The Prince sat on her bed.

 

“Say, If The Vampyre Queen did take me away, what would happen to me?” He asked Silvana. She set her hands on the Crystal ball.

 

“That is what I am trying to figure out.” Silvana replied a she set her hands onto the crystal ball. Instantly she felt the Magik warm up. She closed her eyes and focused on what Lady Raisa looks like. She had seen her last month while in looking for flowers in the forest. Lady Raisa had showed her where a secret garden of flowers was hidden. She imagined her wavy red hair and piercing sky colored eyes. She pictured her smooth orange and magenta wings. She felt the tugging sensation of the Crystal ball telling her that it found who she was looking for. She opened her eyes, seeing Lady Raisa standing in a darkened throne room. In front of Lady Raisa was a beautifully pale woman with a deep magenta shirt stopping just above her ribs, showing off her smooth stomach. The woman's legs were draped in a long black skirt.

 

“Thank you Izora.” Lady Raisa said with a bow. The women, who Silvana now knew was The Vampyre Queen, stood up with a playful grin.         

 

“Of course, Raisa. I’ve missed you. It’s been lonely, finding new children of the underworld alone.” Izora purred, setting a hand on Raisa’s shoulder. Raisa stiffened at The Vampyres words.

 

“You know why I-” The vision cut out as Izora made eye contact with Silvana. Silvana was forced back into her body. She gasped as her chambers came back into view. The Prince was kneeling next to her.

 

“Are you alright?” He asked worriedly. She looked at him, her eyes shining.

 

“I need to talk to your father.”

Tempest The Sorceress

 

Tempest laughed as she watched a drunk man try to pick up one of his friends, with a single arm. She twirled one of her green curls around her finger. She was happy. She had convinced the King of a rebellion from the Fae, when the rebellion was not set to happen for another hundred years. With the Fae and the Human’s fighting, no one would pay attention to a lowly Sorceress. She ran her fingers through a man’s hair as he kissed her cheek. She crossed her legs, touching the man’s leg with her foot. He ran a hand down her arm, clutching her hand. This man was Nathaniel, her current lover. He was a Warrior Elf. A very strong one. Across the tavern, a small Elf with brown hair caught Tempest’s eye. The small Elf’s hair had blue tips. Gwyneth, the Bounty Hunter. But why was she here? Tempest patted Nathaniel’s hand and excused herself. She made her way through the crowd, her single eye scanning faces. She made it to the Bounty Hunter and laid a hand on the small Elf’s shoulder. Gwyneth turned around and looked into Tempest’s glowing eye. Gwyneth’s eyes flicked to Tempest’s eyepatch, then back to the glowing eye. Tempest smiled with her black painted lips.

 

“Hello, Gwyneth.” The Sorceress purred to the Bounty Hunter. Gwyneth’s smile was strained.

 

“Hello, Madam. May I help you?” She asked half convincingly. She’s still learning, Tempest thought.

 

“Could I have a word, alone?” Tempest asked charmingly. The Bounty Hunter glanced at her companion, then nodded.

Outside of the tavern, Tempest’s sweet exterior shattered. She shoved the small Elf against the wall and held her by her neck. With her right hand, Tempest help up a fist of blue and red fire.

 

“Why are you here, Elf.” The Sorceress growled. Gwyneth struggled against her grip.

 

“None of your business, Witch.” The Bounty Hunter replied snarkily. Tempest shot a flame at the Elf, burning her ear. The Elf cried out.

 

“Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be. Answer the question.” Tempest demanded. Gwyneth gave in.

 

“I have a bounty on a Nymph. She comes here a lot.” She choked out. Tempest loosened her grip. The bounty wasn’t on any of her people. She didn’t work with Nymph’s, they lied to much. Tempest let the Elf fall to the ground, choking.

Gwynth The Bounty Hunter Elf

 I hate Sorceresses, Gwyneth thought as she rode away from the tavern with bandages on her ear. It wasn’t burned badly, but it still hurt. She had seen Nathaniel with that woman. What was he doing? The legendary Warrior Elf with a Witch. She scolded herself for using that word. Witch was the slave name of Sorceresses. She hadn’t meant to say it to that woman, but it just slipped out. She sighed at her own stupidity. What kind of respected Bounty Hunter and Elf said such things? Gwyneth looked over at her companion. He was strongly built and brooding. His name was Abaddon and he was a Demon. She had been forced to work with him on this bounty. She didn’t mind completely since she was requested, by name, by the Human King. She was looking for a Dark Nymph named Eva. The Nymph was rumored to be one of The Vampyre Queen’s children. Or at least knew for certain where the Vampyre was.

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These characters are based off of pictures I printed from the internet and colored in. Imagination is a hell of a drug.