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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 21, 2017 16:13:43 GMT -5
[[da'awwww my lovely little problem child <3. And lol English people always bring up the milk thing wae Thacher]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 21, 2017 12:24:05 GMT -5
((I love all of them so much!!!! I'm happy ^.^ I'll get onto making her son. Also I'll have the clothing thing sorted once Pinterest has provided me with examples xD)) [[yay! Valare is a total softie towards her kid. Think Thatcher, but how she reacted towards business owners instead of the average steel worker xD]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 21, 2017 11:39:30 GMT -5
[[ Alright. I. Am. Done. Name: Valere (Val-air) Wulfhart Age: 238 Kingdom: Zale’mas Rank: Queen Description: Standing at 6’ 2’, Valarie exudes authority and Queenship in her appearance. Her skin is a warm, olive chocolate and the deep purple of her eyes is often accentuated by make-up. She’s skinny, but still muscular, however, her age can be seen and physically she is about 70 years old. Her hair is often kept up with two long tendrils trailing behind to knee length, often these tendrils are adorned with jewellery. Her clothes change in style, but she keeps her wolf-fang pendant on her neck at all times. By now it has been gold plated and encrusted with jewels. Picture: A previous portrait heavily commissioned, but was painted over by her son at a young age. She scolded him, but still kept it as a fond momento. Personality: Is very regal and proper, however, makes sure she rules with an ‘iron fist’. Think Thatcher, meets disapproving grandmother. However, she does have a soft side and it shows when she’s talking to her son – who she adores and thinks the world of. Chosen: by Bestia Ancientblood: No Elemental: No Mage: No Dragon: Family: Husband is Tabir and son is *Bloodeh insert name here* Other: Straight. SN: Lilystar88 Name: Tabir (Tay-beer) Wulfhart Age: 78 Kingdom: Zale’mas Rank: King-Consort Description: Tabir has the physical age of around about 30, making there a stark difference between him and his wife. He’s shorter by, a few inches, making him 5’ 11’, and often wears leather vest tops that show off his strong arms. Wears an eye patch because he lost one eye during a fight, and has slightly lighter skin than his wife. Hair is black and comparatively very short, much to his wife’s dismay; he has a pompadour haircut with the sides shaved off (google pompadour undercut for better mental image) Picture: Taken from the Queen’s private collection Personality: Quite remarkably vein, he spends time, money and magic on making himself look better. He should look 50, but is obsessed with remaining young. He’s quite interested in appearance as a whole, enjoying artwork and creative things. Can be flirtatious and cocky at times, but the queen curbs that interest. His marriage was arranged, and sometimes they fight, but they make the best of it. Some people describe him as a disappointment as he is a half-ling Ancientblood and he acts like a pageant girl. Chosen: No Ancientblood: direct child of Beastia (this gives him lycanthropic abilities and the ability to control himself while in wolf form. Unusually, he is a snow-white wolf. He’s also pretty sure he’s a disappointment to Beastia) Elemental: No Mage: Yes, but he’s spent his whole life learning spells that make his hair grow longer and takes wrinkles away. Dragon: None Family: Husband of Queen Valare and son is *Bloodeh insert name here* Other: Straight, but sometimes does drag. SN: Lilystar88 Dragon name: Krampus Age: 374 Breed: Spectral Element: Smoke (? Can I do that? Like it breaths smoke?) Description: Looks like a standard spectral dragon, but has cracks along some of his bones from years of service. Some of the bones near the top of his head are blackened. The purple aura of his body matches his owner’s eyes perfectly. Personality: In his previous life he was a kind but flirtatious dragon. Now he is cruel and wicked, with a black sense of humour. However, extremely loyal, and won’t take extreme actions without the go-ahead of Valare. Other: Was raised by Valare’s father, and way loyal to him, took a long time to trust Valare when her father died. SN: Lilystar88 Dragon name: Kalamine (Called Kala) Age: 130 Breed: Crystal dragon Element: Light Description: Kalamine has unique dark navy scales that shimmer with silver mist. On the end of her tail, a giant crystal made of many sharp spikes of diamond is her greatest weapon. For a dragon, she has exceptionally long eyelashes made of finite silver flickers. Some scales are replaced with diamonds and other clear gemstones, ranging from the clear to blue range. Thanks to the silver over her body, she often wears a ‘saddle’ when being ridden by Crystal Isle monarchy Personality: Very gentle and serene, rarely speaks. Loyal, but is still wary of such a young queen now ruling. Other: n/a SN: Lilystar88 Updated Iona Cairistiona(pronounced care-ish-steen-a), called "Iona" for short Age: 12 Species: Elf Kingdom: The Crystal Isles Rank: Queen Personality and Appearance: Cairistonia became queen exceptionally young after her whole family was killed on a hunt (she was ill at the time), Her signature dark pink eyes have a freckle of lilac in them, and she has a red streak through her otherwise black hair, that she tries very hard to keep slick. Her skin is extremely dark skin. She stands short at 5' 2'' and prefers wearing green dresses that float and have easily move-able fabrics/due to her age and worry over her role in life, Cairistonia is quiet but extremely calculating, and not scared to be fierce if needed. She is very responsible if not a little humourless Chosen: No(t yet) Elemental: No Mage: Yes Ancientblood: No Dragon: Kalamine Family: The rest of the Crystal Isle monarchy died Misc: probably straight (will probably have a cute crush on Alain and feel bad about it) Screenname: Lilystar88 Feel free to tell me to correct things/make them better.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 21, 2017 11:06:50 GMT -5
((I'll put those dragons up in a bit, as well as putting a form up for the opposing Alpha for Convel)) [[My images for the Queen and her boy-toy husband are going to be ready soon, so then I can post their forms. Should I do one for her dragon too?]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 21, 2017 10:35:25 GMT -5
"We will be deceiving the King," Margaret pointed out. "However, I have got connections in Rome...the pope might clear our sins himself," she said, partly assuring herself as well as attempting to assure Marion. However, thinking about the last question Marion posed she took a few minutes. But eventually came to the conclusion, where she shook her head.
"No..I remember Arthur. I remember how he acted -- how he reacted. I highly doubt he would have left a bride a virgin on her wedding night. Especially one as beautiful as Catherine...No, I cannot be one hundred percent certain without investigating myself, but I would wager she is not a virgin. And how could I blame her for saying she is? To remain unmarried and childless like that...when she was promised a seat as Queen of England? No -- I too, could see the temptation in lying," Margaret concluded. It had to be that. It had to be.
But one matter still remained -- one question still unanswered. "You still haven't told me your heart's desire," Margaret said.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 21, 2017 10:15:30 GMT -5
[[yay! I'll create dragon profiles now and amend Iona's prof]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 21, 2017 9:59:25 GMT -5
"The easiest option would be to prove Katherine is no longer a virgin," Margaret started. "However, this could be...hard to prove. Perhaps trying to get another match sorted, between her and another monarch. It would be for the best, no? I do truly wish for her to be happy again, with children in her belly and a loved one in her heart," the Scottish Queen said, hands slipping down to her waistline as she thought of her unborn. Of course, she had doubts about what she was doing. Her brother may find out, Katherine may find out...but England had to come first. Before the King to-be, before Katherine of Aragon...and before herself.
"Perhaps you could be aligned with Katherine in some way, and while I hunt for a suitable match, you could suggest to her unsavory things about my brother. And then, once this dreadful business is over, all we can do is pray that God will still have mercy on our souls," she said, grasping her rosary beads around her neck and silently praying.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 21, 2017 9:53:45 GMT -5
Convel nodded as she asked the question, already feeling a riling of fire burning through his blood. 'If they don't follow me, they're out of the pack.' He blandly said. Convel was a stern alpha; and after the whole, losing-his-pack-disasterously fiasco, he was rather inclined to not let that happen again and let anyone willing to take him down stay in his pack. Convel had trust issues. 'I can lead you to the territory.' He said, cracking his neck muscles and stretching his arms above his head. 'If you back and inform your pack I'll just start walking; I'm sure you'll all catch up quickly enough.' He ran a hand through his hair and turned his dark gaze towards the area his pack would be. He was going to take down that brat, damnit. Akantha smiled at his comment. Good boy, she said inside her mind; quite refreshed that a youngster was taking on leadership as it should be taken -- absolutely. She looked over to Illiana who had been sitting, listening quietly the whole time -- she always did that -- taking everything in, analyzing, making sure she'd come out with something disgustingly wise at some point. Regardless of her less admirable traits, like her penchant for non-violence, she could be useful in this whole ordeal. So she would be coming with. "Get on," Akantha said, nodding her head to her back. Illiana frowned. "No," she said. "Oh come on, it's not like you haven't ridden me before," the alpha teased and the embarrassed magess reluctantly stood up and waited for her to transform. "b*tch," Illiana muttered under her breath. "Literally," Akantha replied, before shimmering her bodily aspects into the form of a werewolf again, black pelt misted with the occasional golden tuft. After Illiana climbed on, she turned tail to run back towards the back. But before she dissapeared from view, she looked back at Convel one last time. During the fight, you need but look at me, and I'll step in and help, she said; knowing that together, they were a pretty unstoppable force.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 21, 2017 9:46:05 GMT -5
((yous makin me blush, woman)) [[uvu that's what I'm here for. Also, soz just read the dragon description. I'll factor that into the character profiles I put up. Also, do the crystal isles have a specific dragon type?]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 21, 2017 9:16:09 GMT -5
((It's not a breed; if you look at my reply as they're headed to the kingsmeet, I explain it in there. Once again I'd like to apologise for how messy and awful the rp is, I promise I'm trying my best :/ it's just a matter of me last-minute remembering things and throwing them into my replies :/ I'll find a place to put the dragon in on the front page)) [[Honey, trust me. You've made a bloody fantastic world. To be honest, I'm rather envious. My books ain't half as good as this. So there's no need to apologise for what is actually a pretty well laid out thing. Just, thank you for letting us all take part in a wonderful thingy!]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 21, 2017 8:24:27 GMT -5
((That sounds intriguing, but i would still like a small description of text within the forms if that's ok ^.^)) [[No problem]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 21, 2017 8:24:10 GMT -5
((Sure. The spectral dragon belongs to the Queen, and there shouldn't be a King; if you claim the Queen I'll make her a son ^.^)) [[Spectral dragon? I can not see this breed on the front page...]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 21, 2017 8:13:56 GMT -5
[[And I'm awake]]
Margaret nodded. That seemed understandable. Silently, she prayed. She prayed that this wouldn't be a vile, awful mistake and that nothing sour would come of it. But she just had -- had to -- stop this marriage. Otherwise, her brother would fade away -- unmarked by a child to continue his line.
"Leviticus 20:21. If a man marries his brother's wife, it is an act of impurity; he has dishonored his brother. They will be childless. A childless marriage would bring about another succession war -- and while I was born after the last one, the stories are still...horrid to remember. No, we should be warring against the french and other such distasteful countries," she started, knitting her fingers together to remain a correct appearance.
"While I admire, and am fond of both my brother and the Dowager-Queen Katherine, I would think it cruel to marr them childless -- and my duty to England is beyond my love for them as people, as it should be. I...We...cannot allow this to happen. We must stop it."
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 21, 2017 8:08:21 GMT -5
[[Fabulouso. I'll get started on all of them right away. Also, I don't know if I should start using a video game creation system to make character's appearances rather than rely on text? Cause it's a lot easier to quickly glance at a picture to remember how character's look.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 21, 2017 6:34:39 GMT -5
((Sure. The spectral dragon belongs to the Queen, and there shouldn't be a King; if you claim the Queen I'll make her a son ^.^)) [[can I make a king consort or something like that, who fathered her baby]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 20, 2017 19:02:13 GMT -5
[[Can I claim Zale'mas monarchs? and then, respond tomorrow, cause I'm really tired?]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 20, 2017 19:00:45 GMT -5
[[Alright everybody I'm going to be an asshat and post only this reply today cause I'm real tired and it's late]] "Oh, yes, quite sure." Marion replied "He intends to marry her whether the Pope approves of it or not, and she maintains that her first marriage was not consummated. I think it is a bad move personally, but of course I dare not say so lest your brother hear of it or lest people think I am only saying it out of jealousy." She was scared to share her opinion. Always had been. And she knew when she should be keeping her mouth shut. She felt that she was safe here, though, and that she could trust Margaret, even if she was heavily involved in the whole situation. She felt like Margaret wouldn't betray her trust or get her into trouble. At least Marion hoped that she wouldn't. It would be awful if she did. Margaret pressed a hand to her forehead in worry. Her breathing started to get heavier -- as indicated by the frequent swelling and dipping of her breasts peeking out of her corset. Oh god. God indeed. What would he do? The idea of her brother breaking the word of god -- what would come of England? War's, famine, plauge? No...she remembered it now, the verse was pristine clear in her mind. If a man marries his brother's wife, it is an act of impurity; he has dishonored his brother. They will be childless.Childless...what would become of England, her true country, her home, if no heir was found for the throne? Would they sit her son on the throne, if she managed to produce a living one? But perhaps there would be another war -- another war of the roses. She couldn't let that happen. But, one child-laden women could not work alone. She'd need help. And while, quite honestly, she hated alligences borne out of bribery, she needed help now. Before she went down this road -- she looked to the sun, just starting to crawl under it's covers of dusk-hood. There, situated against the fading orange light, brunette hair threatning to break her traditional gable hood, she said; "Tell me, Marion, What does your heart truly desire? What can I...do for you, if I owed you a favour?" She smiled, it was nice to hear someone saying what she believed so strongly. "Pilgrim is a good boy and he will put up with pretty much anything." She said gesturing to Richards chestnut mount. "Even so he would appreciate it if you were nice." She said with a smile.
The air out here was much fresher than that in the palace, unpolluted by the stench of fires and manure. The flowers bloomed beautifully and the black beast beneath her pranced eagerly. She placed her palm on the horse's neck calming him back to a walk, she didn't think her riding companion was ready to go faster just yet. He looked relaxed, at ease in the saddle and she found herself looking at him properly for the first time.
He was a rather dashing man, and although she had never had much time for men she couldn't deny his attractiveness. She chuckled at his comment, she had never even considered the prospect of marriage, she had never had time. "Yes you could try that. I wouldn't hold out much hope though." She had no idea how her father would react to the question, the drunken fool could barely formulate a sentence most days. Richard ran his fingers through the caramel coloured mane of his mount. The horse moved his head into his hand in appreciation of the affection, and Richard found himself surprisingly happy at the bond he'd created with the animal. He was the master, and yet he also needed his servant -- so much so he put his life in his hands. It reminded him of his own job in a way -- King's were the masters, he was the servant, but it did take a certain degree of trust to have someone so close to you in life. And Richard had failed his last master, as god as his witness he would not fail this one. But, his thoughts were drawn from thoughts of Henry and the lady Annette when Brinn mentioned her father. He, too, knew what it was like to have family secrets hidden from view. And by now, he'd hoped there was enough trust between them to ask what it was all about. "There sounds like there's a story behind that phrase?" he said, hoping he wasn't making a mistake by asking. [[Question, Kurai, after your next response can I skip till the evening when they start the journey with Annette and Henry?]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 20, 2017 8:44:49 GMT -5
((How does one pronounce Dagmær? XD)) [[ day (as in night and day) g (as in great) mar (as in march) Dagmær ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 20, 2017 7:07:39 GMT -5
'They were mine.' He replied, voice tense. 'I raised half the kids to teenagers myself and rescued most of the members. Then a new kid came along- he was aggressive, angry all the time- difficult to control. I made a remark one day and he turned on me, challenged me for leadership.' He gritted his jaw, breathing deeply to calm himself as he told her of the event. 'Because he was younger than me and less experienced, I stupidly accepted and forgot to watch my back. I almost won but he took me down because of my own arrogance. He kicked me out. If I go back, I can challenge him and get my pack back- they're loyal to me, but some may have converted to him during the time space I've been gone.' He frowned slightly. How long had it been now? It was difficult to keep track when you lived in the wilds. [[Ahh bloodeh your art is beautiful! Seriously, shading while using pens is an absolute gift. You've half inspired me to keep drawing Illiana that I started a few days ago. ]] Akantha nodded "I know that well. Never underestimate anyone -- I learnt that the hard way. Why do you think I've been so wary of you?" she said, trailing her covering over the blood-stained floor until she found an appropriate stump to sit on. She lent down and looked up at Convel, realizing that he wasn't as much of a threat as she'd first anticipated. Besides, she'd rather share the Alpha congress with him than some young bratt. "So, should our first order of business be to go find your pack, and get it back for you? Any wolves turned to this new Alpha while I was gone might just turn back if they see you in good spirits with the 30-strong pack of Akantha-Dagmær."
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 20, 2017 6:51:48 GMT -5
Richard smiled, relaxing back slightly to let the horse know it's speed was acceptable. "Makes a lot of sense if you ask me," he said "If I had a piece of metal in my mouth I wouldn't like it to be yanked backwards, a slight tug would be enough." As they left the stables, and entered into the rolling meadows just outside Richmond palace he could feel himself relaxing more, his shoulders depressing and the doublet looking just a little looser. He let his hair roam free and the twine tying it fell to the ground. The poker-straight locks moved up and down with the movement of the horse, spreading themselves into a free mane.
"I suppose you wouldn't make a bad wife," he said, smiling a little and flashing her a tempting look. "But aren't I supposed to ask your living male relatives first?" he asked, letting himself relax slightly further in the saddle as the horse came to a gentle walk over a wild-flower meadow.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 19, 2017 18:18:09 GMT -5
[[im sleepy i sleep now]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 19, 2017 18:17:39 GMT -5
[[Okey I must sleep now night night]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 19, 2017 18:08:45 GMT -5
Akantha nodded slowly, seeing how that could work together. She'd appreciate being allies with another strong pack, and it would boost their petition in Malia. However, something, perhaps her intuition, was knocking things a little off. Somehow, she knew Convel had a personal vendetta to settle. And while she was fine with that, she needed to know.
"How do you know of this pack?" she asked, meeting him with an open stare -- hoping he'd see all she wanted to know was the truth, and perhaps weigh in whatever direction he wanted to go in.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 19, 2017 18:05:30 GMT -5
She led the horse out of the stable before handing the reins to him. She disappeared for a moment, moving to the far stable where the black horse from earlier was watching. She unbolted his door and without any prompting or leading the horse followed. "Come on." Once outside the horse stopped beside her. "I don't know the first thing about knitting." She said with a laugh. "Also horses are far from romantic." She teased
"Use the mounting block over there." She pointed to the crudely carved stone steps that would make getting on the tall horse much easier. "Just be gentle with your hands." She suggested as she checked the horse's girth. She had to hand it to him, he could at least saddle his own horse correctly. Richard led the horse carefully to the block, making sure not to yank the creature, but at the same time giving it firm direction. Once at the block he positioned everything right and slid one slightly mud stained boot into a stirrup and pulled himself across the saddle, loving the feel of a strong creature in charge of his movements. It was a good saddle too. It felt...powerful, freeing. Like finally, after years of being a lackey to the King's of the realm he was in charge of something -- and now that he was in charge, he could do it right. Like he should have long ago. He flashed a look to Brinn -- smiling in thanks. This morning he hadn't known his life would change like this. But now....it definitely had. For the better. And on the horse, he felt a bit more in control of his own actions. "Don't worry Brinn," "I'm always gentle with my hands," he said, winking to tell her that phrase had two meanings, before giving the horse a gentle squeeze and feeling it start into a brisk walk.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 19, 2017 17:36:29 GMT -5
[[Nah that's a good length, it makes the rp flow quicker, and it's the kind of length you'd pick if you were writing a book]]
Margaret stopped dead in her tracks. She felt her stomach clench and roll. Or perhaps, that was just the baby inside of it. Either way, the prospect that Marion had just mentioned was not a good thought indeed. Surely, father must have banned it. The pope did issue the dispensation, but heavens knew if Catherine was telling the truth about still being a virgin? Oh, goodness knows, it didn't matter. Father was too ill to speak and Henry was a lustful teenager, determined to have his brother's widow for a bride. Sure, spain would be in the bag, but oh heavens what would happen beyond that..
"My dear, are you quite certain?" Margaret asked, fretting with the side of her dress just a tiny bit. She tried to hide her distress behind eloquence, but probably didn't hide it well enough. Oh god, now a bribe really would be necessary..
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 19, 2017 17:32:12 GMT -5
"Well, now that that's done with," Akantha started, stretching out her lower back. "We need to discuss our march. I thought about what you said...about the other Alpha's obeying me. It would be possible, but not worth the effort. A congress would be more helpful -- where an alpha from each pack, or a representative the alpha chooses, votes and makes decisions for the army as a hole. Sound good?" she asked
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 19, 2017 17:18:37 GMT -5
Akantha rolled her eyes. He was so brash -- so young. He didn't respect what she held, and how she held it. A wolf as old as her had connections with the other Alpha's -- heartstrings she'd pull on to create a congress of all the other alpha's that wished to join their petition, to march to Malia. But, the boy wasn't stupid -- he didn't attack her, as she thought he might. Perhaps that meant she could trust him. Perhaps not. Either way, she hadn't come this far in life by making enemies, rather, her allies were her great strength.
She clicked her neck together and started to focus. Within moments, her femurs, ligaments and tendons had all retracted back into human form. Fur wisped away to leave the beautiful elegance of her face, and the contour of her body. She stood there expectantly, waiting for Convel to do the same.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 19, 2017 17:11:05 GMT -5
Richard furrowed his brow as he looked at the animal. Not in an angry way, but in a curious way. He placed the saddle on top of the animal and tightened the girth until he could snugly fit two fingers between the strap and the animal. He had been watching all his life, as people he knew had set up horses for this monarch or that noble. Suffice to say, he was assured that the saddle was fitted properly and waited for Brinn to give the go ahead before he hopped on.
While he waited, he thought of his earlier question. Going slightly red at the prospect. He hadn't seen many brides in his life, but then again, he'd seen no fake-stablegirl-brides at all. It was a new job opportunity he had come up with all on his own. "I don't know try to act...in love with me? Talk about babies, or knitting, or perhaps...I don't know how do horses act when they...get together," he said, then realized what an awful, awful statement -- and even idea -- mimicking horse mates was.
"Let's..Let's just ride," he said, knowing that getting thrown from the horse would be all together easier than talking like a gentleman around Brinn again.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 19, 2017 17:02:43 GMT -5
Blood dripped from her fangs. Father told her that the taste of blood would make her sick. But the first time her teeth tore into a boar she knew, blood was meant for her. Now, she was drenched in the blood of a huge stag, just killed, and was about to enjoy her prize when she heard that huff. Automatically, she went to her sense of smell. There it was -- the musk of a youngster. He was strong, but he was not wise. Unfortunately, the lithe little magess on his back was.
Decided to join me? she asked, knowing Illiana could hear her -- the connection that they'd once held made magic so much easier.
No. You need to let go of leadership -- all you want to do is fight, Illiana said.
If Akantha's wolf form could laugh, it would. Well, I have news for you sweetheart -- but I'm a werewolf. We fight. She knew Illiana wouldn't give up though. The little imp was stubborn as she was beautiful. But even Akantha knew how to compromise.
Tell you what. You take an oath not to challenge me, and I'll let you be equal to me in the army, she said, directing her stare to Convel so he knew she was talking to him.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 19, 2017 16:45:22 GMT -5
"Ah," Margaret said, smiling at her memories. "I had a similar upbringing...'daughters are a valuable political commodity, for the soul purpose of marriage contractual agreements' -- I remember my father saying such a thing, once." It had been over a fight with her mother, around about the time she was promised to the Scottish King. All in all, it had been a happy thing. It gave her a role in life -- a bridge of peace between two countries with ancestral hatred towards each other. But Marion was a young thing, she probably couldn't see it yet.
"Well, by brother is without spouse yet. If god wills it, it shall be done. Although, as Arthur before him did, he'll probably marry politically," Margaret mentioned, recalling her brother with fondness. Almost instinctively, her hands slipped around her stomach and when she realized she'd done so -- she realized what she wanted to name him, if it was a boy. Arthur. After her brother.
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