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[Lady Ditto Armunn]

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Two daughters.
That was what she and her husband were left blessed with. One, whose outward cold evil was apparent to all. Another whose quiet and sweet demeanor hid a tightly controlled psychopathic lust for murder. No son. He'd died years ago and his undeath state of Shadow Wraith haunted Ditto's dreams. No son. No living heir for Tarothin. Not that he needed one, for the daemon lord would probably far outlive even any grandchildren if not destroyed. However, every lord craved a son to be his heir, and Tarothin Armunn was no exception.

Ditto was with child before they even began actively trying, but neither knew of it. There had been no sign of it. No sign until months along, Ditto began acting...oddly. Even for her. The shouting, the crying, the cravings, and the urges. They all came suddenly upon her one night. At first, after speaking with friends, she assumed herself possessed or perhaps had caught some plague. Melnibones did seem to be affected differently with some diseases than others did. Her last two pregnancies had had their share of mood swings and cravings but they had not been to this degree by far. It had only been with her first pregnancy, when she was to have their lost son, Daerauko, that Ditto had acted similiarly, but still, not to quite such a degree....close, but ...different. Galnor gave her the news after examining what might be ailing her. It was happy news to her, yes, but also sad in it's own way. She'd hoped trying to get pregnant would last a nice long time. A longer time than this anyway. And so, Ditto sought out to deceive her husband. She wouldn't lie. She just would fail to mention her pregnant state....cover it up as long as she could until he noticed it himself. She would also have to be careful of her daughters finding out. Bree would surely tell Tarothin...or worse, Imryrr. She knew her eldest daughter would not take kindly to the news. Tarothin had to send Imryrr away when they'd found out they were expecting Bree. The possibility that Ditto might give birth to a son, an heir, put the unborn in danger by it's own sister's sinister hands. And now, once Imryrr found out of this one..it would be in even more danger now that she'd tasted the Dark Order power. Ditto knew Imy had no reason to worry over her possition within the Order, but she also knew that Imy didn't feel the same. Imryrr might panic and act rashly, if not quickly reigned in by Tarothin.

She was beginning to show. To not grow the obvious pregnant belly until midway seemed to be the norm for Ditto's body. The exam by Galnor Bloodmoon had also confirmed she was roughly halfway along. After just a few days following the exam, she was finding it increasingly difficult to hide her state from her husband, and the danger of being found out by Imryrr was increasing. She reasoned Tarothin would have to know soon.

On the morning following Ditto's decission to inform her husband soon, she was happy. That night was a special tavern night at Aulbrey's Lush House and she was unveiling her newly installed wine-filled hottub. Ditto looked forward to the evening anxiously. She was so happy about it infact that she was about to cry over it. Running downstairs, still in nothing more than her morning robe, she found the great hall's mirror and stood in front of it and began jumping up and down, holding her breath. Her friends had told her that this technique would work for helping her to control her moods. The mirror was to be used for when she turned blue and would know when to stop. So far, it had worked.
On his way out the door for his morning excercises, Tarothin stopped briefly to observe his wife bouncing up and down in front of the mirror. A confused, but amused look reached his blue eyes before he shook his head and continued on his way.

That night, at Aulbrey's Lush House, Ditto was sitting with the Dark Order's spiritual advisor, Enoch, at the bar. She was half tipsy and staring at Enoch's mohawk, waiting for it to do something unique. In light conversation with her friends, Tarothin's name..Lord Armunn, was mentioned. "What about em?" she asked. Enoch was grinning, looking past Ditto and Aulbrey motioned at Ditto to look behind her. Turning her head upside down, she looked up to see Tarothin standing there and looking down at her. He greeted Enoch and the three of them made their way to a table across the room. She was always happy of the rare occassion when Tarothin decided to socialize, but he always seemed to have a double motive to do so. She wondered what the motive was this time since he hadn't mentioned coming here to her. The suspicion made her edgy, and her moodswings kicked in. Hearing the conversation taking a turn towards politics, Ditto became instantly distracted when she spotted one of her urk cousins, Durthagg. Politely excusing herself, she went to chat with her cousin a moment and make sure he had plenty of drink before returning to the table. There was an awkward hushed silence around them as Tarothin spoke. She sat down,throwing a cloak over herself to hide her slightly protruding tummy from Tarothin's view, she glanced around and saw that nothing seemed amiss. Sipping her wine, she listened to his voice, though not necessarily his words, as talk of politics tended to bore her. His deep, masculine tones never ceased to make her toes curl. He was so cute. So cute that she began to have another powerful moodswing. Enoch quickly reminded her of her breathing exercises and so she stood up and began jumping up and down, holding her breath. When she began turning blue, Enoch gave the soft order to breath, and she did. Sitting back down, she sipped her wine again and placed her free hand in her lap in lady like fashion. Blaming his wife's odd behavior on possibly imbibing too much in Melnibone wine irritated her since she was quite careful not to drink the stuff. The accusation was more than a little insulting to her in her mood and she spoke too quickly of what was on her mind to him. Without thinking, Ditto confessed that the only thing wrong with her was being pregnant.
Clamping her hand across her mouth too late to stop herself, a bit of a hush went around the room nearby and she witnessed a couple of eyes looking in Tarothin's direction. Tarothin's response: "It better be a boy."
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Dark Lady Ditto Armunn
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Quote: "Oh Great! First I get stabbed and now I'm bleeding!" - Ditto
Tarothin Armunn Quote: "I know and I have mood swings like a pregnant woman at times. :/ I'm very random."