Nicote glanced at Phoenicia. "I'm heading back to the castle. I have a strange feeling my sister wishes to inflict some bodily damage on me once again." He glanced at Erwen and a lowell. "And you two should get moving. As far away as possible. And I might add you are almost correct in saying you have no home, as Bildernia is home to those who abide by our laws, which you may or may not have broken if you jsut tried killing a foreign royal. As for teleporting......it is an ability. Not an apendage."

He started heading back towards the palace.


Nanita smirked. Her little use of magic hopefully worked, which meant her dear brother would be coming back soon....and he would get a slap in welcome for running off. Again. Without her.

Ziva Elain
"You and me both then. Carry on. Don't let me hold you."
She made her way back to guard her prince's room, her curiosity sated for the moment.

Lowell Brichalles
"It would be useful for sure. Might be helpful to learn some. My magic isn't very useful in its own right outside of killing people. Especially at night when I can barely keep my mind together enough to make any practical use of it."
He huffed, weary from the long day and night on his feet. He could have sworn he felt even his paw pads aching at this point as he walked out of earshot of the two Bildernians.
"I have a place. Wouldn't exactly call it a home, so much as a hideaway to stash things while I've been in Arkaos, but there's enough room for us to both camp out for a bit."

"If she kills me, she gets to deal with Newt.She'll have a lot of fun with that, so it is not at all bad revenge." Nicote winced at Erwen's loud call. "Well, good to know. THat guy is goning to draw attention. I, for one, am heading back. To face fate!" he thurst out his arms, hit a streetlamp, and accidently teleported a few feet ahead. "Ow."

He turned his own prospective way, walking to the nearest court yard and sitting down under the oak tree that adorned it. Just like the others. He stared up at the moon, turning his head as he sensed someone approaching. It was one of the empresses ladies in waiting. He stood, glancing down as she handed him a letter with her seal on it. He opened it, reading the contents.

'Find the werewolf who attempted to take my life earlier this evening. Bring him to me alive.'

He put the letter in his inner coat pocket before hoping up into the oak tree, jumping up and landing on the roof as he headed for the wall. The guards hadn't noticed him as he jumped over, running along the deserted dimly lit streets.

(Sometimes i wanna hop over walls)

"If you weren't an old friend, I would be demoting you right now." Nicote grumbled, getting up and stalking towards the castle.


(Owww I literally just put my hand on the bench with my index finger first and my joint CRACKED so loud.....that can't be good, al m fingers are double jointed but otherwise....)

Nicote cussed up a storm in Bildernian as they walke dback. He knew that too. Very well. Way too well.