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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 19, 2017 16:23:49 GMT -5
(Hey lily! I'm back to normal now xD)) [[Lol I knew the glory days couldn't last long. RIP Testosteronepaw]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 19, 2017 16:23:13 GMT -5
Margaret's face lit up in a smile. It had been a while since she'd had company. There seemed to be something...sour, between her and the Scottish women up North. Perhaps it was because she married their king. Perhaps it was because she's English. Either way, she felt as if Marion was, on some level, capable of being a friend. Which was more than she could say for most women of the court. Of course, none would blatantly be rude to her -- not to the sister of the most powerful man in all of England. Yet, Marion was something more, but not a saint as well. Her way with people told her that. So Margaret tried to peer into her life, using casual questions to determine Marion's true goal.
"Did my brother bring you to court?" Margaret asked, slipping down a pathway of darker chipped rock. It was bordered by a small iron fence, and sewn among the perfectly trimmed hedges were lush red roses -- just like those on her families seal. Their smell was beautiful -- sweet, and delicate, not as tangy and acrid as the scottish rose.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 19, 2017 16:16:43 GMT -5
From just looking at him Illiana could tell what he wanted her to do. Could he-- would he? Oh gods. She knew Za'rai must have said something, in wolf form. He was the more submissive wolf of the two. Yet Convel was also trustworthy. She had let him into her home, and she now counted him among her friends. With hesitation, she climbed on and nestled down among his fur, enjoying the sensation of being on the fur of a wolf again.
"Go find Akantha. And let me deal with her -- I'll sort things out. I promise."
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 19, 2017 9:34:16 GMT -5
[[I'm going to bow out of the lycan rp until Akantha can come in, cause there's not much a non-wolf can do. Say when it's okay to interrupt.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 19, 2017 8:40:33 GMT -5
She dipped her head listening to him, finding her mind wandering to why the birth of a child would change what you believed in. She pushed the thought aside for now, it wasn't her place to ask. Her surprise sparked in her eyes as he laughed, not sure what she had said that was funny.
She let him laugh to himself, the amusement bringing the smile back to her lips. "The Prince will need to tell his father of his intentions, right? Is the King too sick to speak?" She didn't know the extent of their King's condition, but she knew consumption was a tricky disease. She saw him looking at the horse, smiling softly. It was so obvious when faced with someone who hadn't spent time around these creatures.
She had been distracted fixing the horses rug that had twisted slightly, and only heard him call for his camping supplies to be retrieved. He returned to her, seeming to have calmed somewhat from his earlier state. His comment bought a smirk back to her face. "Well there is no time like the present. I assume our Prince wants to move fast." She said turning away and moving in to the tack room. The room smelt of leather and beeswax, it was one of her favourite rooms and more often than not this was where she opted to sleep. It saved having to face her father.
She cast her eyes about her at the different saddles, trying to think who was the best horse to teach a total novice. She muttered softly to herself as she thought. "As to your earlier question, the death of royal's is tricky. Of course, Henry should ask his father. But if his father says no, who's going to stop him? None of the chamber-boys, in fact, no one at all will want to anger Henry -- for soon, he is going to be King," Richard said, following her into the tack room -- quite admiring the cleanliness of it all, with new-leather saddles, each with their own stand and adorned with coloured horse-rugs and the like. Brinn had done well. "The King wants to go tonight. Try and act...bridely. And in return, I'll learn to ride...just, don't make me go on a fast one, okay?" he asked, pulling back as he remembered some of the looks the horses gave him, It was quite remarkable how Brinn knew each horse and could read it's moods and concerns as easily as one could read a human. It was a talent foreign to him, but that being said, he'd never been round a horse for more than five minutes before.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 19, 2017 8:32:02 GMT -5
It seemed that young Marion Sheffield had chosen a very beautiful evening to walk in the gardens. The air was sweet and heady with the scent of the fragrant flowers, there was a soft breeze, and the sky was covered with the most vibrant tones of salmon pink and oranges so bright they might as well have been flames. It really was a very beautiful evening for a stroll. The reason Marion was out here was that she desperately needed to clear her head and to take a break a little bit. The nightly festivities would be starting before long and that meant a night of music, dancing, receiving uncomfortable looks from various lords and generally just trying to compete with the other ladies. This was a once in a lifetime chance, a prince coming to the throne, because with a new king meant a new mistress (or two) and the higher you were in the socal hierarchy of the courts when the prince was coronated, the more likely you would be to be chosen as his mistress. And that meant big things indeed for anyone who was chosen. Being chosen as a mistresss meant that they could have power and influence over the King almost equal to the Queen's. And if you influenced the King, you essentially controlled the country. Not only this, but if anything were to happen to the Queen, the mistress would be the natural choice to replace her. So all the more status and influence for the chosen lady, in that case. Marion's thoughts were interrupted when she was a figure climbing down from a window. And it was a woman, too. Well, how unladylike that was. She couldn't think of anything more unladylike, actually. And strange, too. It isn't like the windows were the only way to get down, so why was she choosing to do that? It was only when she got closer that she realised that the woman was actually the Scottish queen, and she dipped into a curtsey as the queen apologised for the words she has been speaking before, words which would have been gossip-worthy if Msrion was a gossip. Luckily for the queen, she wasn't. "No need to apologise, Your Majesty, it is quite alright," Marion replied with a smile "Lady Marion Sheffield, pleased to make your acquaintance. I was not aware you would be at the court today" "It was rather a quick decision," Margaret said, after dipping politely in response to the curtsy. "I was....alerted, to my father's illness, and wished to say my last goodbyes," she added, hoping the change of subject would distract the lady from her appalling window-climbing behavior earlier. Of course, the risk was calculated. Had she done anything more vulgar a bribe or a threat might have been necessary. But for just some odd behavior, and a rumor of being with child, was not enough to warrant such measures. Perhaps she would have decided differently, if she'd sensed something different off of Marion -- but when she looked to the ocean blue eyes she did not see a flimsy girl, perhaps an ambitious girl, but not a cruel one. In seeing such qualities, she smiled to indicate her desire for friendship. "Of course, I cannot risk catching consumption now -- not if it would put my child at risk," she said, pacing a little over the cream-cobbeled pathway, to face the regiment of palace-worthy trees and rose-gardens directly opposite them. "Perhaps you would take the time to walk with a Scot's Queen? Only if you have not been summoned by your mistress, mind you," she asked, giving Marion a direct way out if she wanted it.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 19:42:20 GMT -5
[[Ok Lily must sleep I'm tired. Night night guys.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 19:27:38 GMT -5
[[PTSP I'll edit]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 19:25:18 GMT -5
[[Lol I totally planned for this char to be different but you so a good stablehand <3 yeah I getcha, I should have been asleep two hours ago but rping is too fun . I might sleep too. ttyt.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 19:23:03 GMT -5
Convel bristled with more anger as she chased and then followed him, his mind blanking for a second before returning; he found himself leaning up a tree, his breathing heavy, vision spotting. 'I never threatened her position!' He snarled, not turning to look at the woman. 'I came here with zero intent to cause trouble and that in itself was visible in the way I presented myself and even in my- scent!!' He choked out the last word as his body convulsed and he staggered forwards, gripping a different tree tightly, claws digging into the bark. A strangled, low rumble echoed from his throat, and as his anger peaked, he blacked out. Convel transformed quickly. The anger spurred the transformation and heightened the pain to cause further distress to his emotions- the disease was cruel in this way, making it more difficult for a werewolf to control himself. His werewolf form was beautiful- his pelt a deep and smooth black colour, eyes glowing, ears perfectly poised and his height and size was massive, bigger than the average Lycan. He had a few scars where he'd been attacked by his old beta but other than that he was flawless. He swung around, releasing a vicious snarl, and shot forwards. As he did his sight rested on the largest target- the incoming form of Za'rai, and he immediately leapt upon him snarling, tackling the other werewolf to the ground. Za'rai yelped as he was tackled, and he immediately rolled over, bearing his throat and belly to the other wolf. He hoped that this would prove to be a good enough sign for the other wolf so that he would let him go. Illiana cursed herself. No. No no no no NO! She'd caused this -- she never should have asked for Za'rai's help. The beta was a pebble compared to Convel...his form was huge, and almost compelling to Illiana. But she had a mastery over her feelings like no other, especially that curr Akantha. No, this was her responsibility and she had to fix it. Blazing forward, Illiana stood as close to the fighting couple as she dared. Then stretched her mind. In, and out. The threads unraveled. Her world stood still and she could find the different minds. It was hard to separate Convel's from Za'rai's now, but she could just about manage it. "This..This was my fault. Stop this. Attack me. I'm the one who did wrong," she forced out before she was forced out of the telepathy and back to her own mind again, now severely lacking in strength. She could only just about stand. But Za'rai was safe, when she opened her eyes from her dizzy spell she saw Convel, there, cleaning his wound. Not attacking. Good, she thought.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 19:17:19 GMT -5
"I don't see why it matters what I believe. My Father is Catholic, My Mother wasn't." She softened a little as he spoke, she had a better understanding of why he focused on his belief and she was one of the few people who actually respected what people believed. She knew there was more he wasn't yet willing to share and she wouldn't press him to say more. If he wanted to talk he would do so in his own time. She got the feeling, whether right or wrong, that he was a lonely soul. So involved in his work that he didn't have time to form meaningful relations. A mirror of her own life perhaps.
Once more the smirk touched her lips at his near slip. She supposed he believed he was being crude, that soft spoken side of him showing through once more. "I've never known honesty to be annoying. But I suppose when you live amongst the countries greatest liars it is something new." It was one of the things she remembered her mother teaching her, honesty would prevail over all else. She didn't know if that was true but she lived her life on that principle. Perhaps that was what had lead her to this very situation, getting proposed to by a near stranger.
"Do you know if that is true. I would think it likely is, but if something is true it is easier to prove." She ran her hands through her hair as she pondered on what they were to do. She was surprised at herself, only that morning she had been glad that she had very little information or desire to influence the royals. Now she had been dragged in to a plot that could easily end with them being killed. "Camping and traveling is the easy part. I guess you may need those riding lessons sooner rather than later." She chuckled stroking the muzzle of one of the horses who had been curious of the two humans conversing in their barn and extended its nose to the girl. "I don't think I could marry a man that doesn't know how to ride." She taunted. "Same. My mother didn't believe in God after she had me," he said, tilting his head a little. He decided to say no more on the subject. Brinn still had secrets, he knew that, but he'd discover them in time. Besides, only the most interesting of women had secrets to keep so she was no flimsy soul. Just another one of the things he...admired about her. But he just couldn't keep his composer when she said the countries greatest liars'. He tried not to, but he did laugh. He really did laugh. Not only at the fact that the truth in the statement was sublime, also because any other of the chamber-boys would piss themselves in fear if they'd heard her. But he'd seen and been around every member of the court to know one thing -- they did lie. They lied a lot. And their lies didn't fall on deaf ears, they fell on the ears of the lowly servants. "She slept with his father, remember," he replied. He knew that Annette Roux wasn't a virgin, but would Henry know? He was still a boy himself, he can't have had that many women. "Besides, she's french," he ended on, with just a hint of a smirk as the statement was in itself obvious enough. He looked up to the horse she stroked, a little daunted. But then he remembered his composure, and was determined to prove to Brinn that he wasn't a complete mess. He smiled, just a hint of something wild in his eyes -- a freckle of adventurousness he had thought lost long ago. He popped his head outside and whistled over one of the lower stable boys. "Run to the porch-guard and tell him to find Philip, attendant to the King. Tell him he's to pack Richard camping supplies and he's not to ask any questions," he said, tossing him four farthings at the same time. "One for you, one for the porch guard, and two for Philip." Well, that was expensive he complained to himself, but didn't let Brinn see that. Turning back, he walked up to her, edging just an inch close than he had before. "Well, I guess you'll need to teach me," he said, smoother than he had been in all their conversations previously. The statement was something of a challenge -- he was going to prove that he could learn to ride a horse. And prove that if under some bizarre circumstance Brinn ever considered him to be more than a friend, he could learn to be the lover of a stable-hand just as good as he was King's attendant.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 19:02:04 GMT -5
Za'rai blinked from where he was, then turned around and sniffed the air, trying to track her scent. He turned in a slow circle, before finally settling on a direction and setting off in a run, following her scent as best he could. Illiana didn't dare take an eye off of Covel, aware he could change at any moment, but could feel underfoot her friend approaching -- she was fond of Za'rai, he was hard working, and came when she asked. Hopefully, he wouldn't add additional triggers to Covel's tranformation.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 18:58:08 GMT -5
[[ I'm flipping crying xD ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 18:37:59 GMT -5
Oh gods, Illiana could have hit Akantha had she been there. She didn't respond well to aggression -- and crushed every wiff of threat she smelled. It was a trait that was now landing them in trouble. She whipped around and followed Convel. She was no fool -- she knew what was about to happen, she could see it in him. But she wasn't afraid. But she had Za'rai and...it was time to use magic.
In. And out. Her breath flowed. In. And out. The fibers of her mind spindled, fractures of blue -- invisible to the naked eye -- poured across space, the space in between minds. She found Za'rai's mind, she spoke to it.
Help me, kind one. I must help my friend control his mind as he turns. Come to me, she managed to say, before she lost control of her breath and the magic slipped away. That gave her space and time to follow Convel.
"Wait, please--" she shouted, almost begging him. "Akantha only says that cause she fears you -- she only wants to remain in charge."
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 18:32:02 GMT -5
For a moment she was stumped for what to say. His words had poured out so fast and frantically that she almost wasn't sure she had heard him correctly. "First of all." She paused, trying to figure out where to start in response to that insane monologue. "I'm not a protestant, I don't even know why my religion matters so much to you." A strange place to start perhaps but it wasn't every day she got proposed to by a boy she had just met.
The rest with the King and his ludicrous plans all kind of made sense, what had her stuck was his description of her. Did he say gorgeous? She was flattered and her face flushed red, with a mixture of embarrassment and joy. "I don't think you would want to marry someone who would annoy you either." She said teasing him now. It was clear he was embarrassed, his face couldn't get any redder and it was actually kind of cute that he had gotten himself in such a state.
She placed a hand on his shoulder, a smile on her face. "You know its really not normal to propose to someone you just met. Even if they are 'incredible'" She was deliberately baiting him now, finding amusement in his flustered state. "We can play along, it gives us access to the pair. Time to work something out. I mean the obvious solution is some kind of accident." It was perhaps a drastic solution but undoubtedly effective. "I wouldn't know how to get her to mess up." "So...you're a....what?" he asked, very clearly she wasn't catholic. "Religion matters to me so much because it is only just to worship the one true go-- Alright, it matters so much to me because it makes sense -- helps me fit in with the world. And I don't like the idea of never seeing my loved ones again because they slip away fast thanks to diseases such as consumption," he admitted, lowering his head. He fidgeted with a piece of straw that flew between his fingers -- as the wind had started up again. There was more to that story, but it was not for this time. "B-But as for you being annoying. Well, I meant that in a different way, like an arous-- god, no, that's not what I meant." He pressed his finger to his forehead, left and right shoulder and sternum again, silently praying that god would bring his words back. He was known as one of the most precise and polite chamber-boys in the dying King's establishum. Yet, Brinn seemed to unravel him all together. "What I meant was, you're annoying -- Yes. But it's only because you're so honest. Honesty, the truth, is terrifying, especially if you're not used to dealing with it." Finally, that left only one subject left. It wasn't a hard one, it didn't make him fluster as much. It was something he could do. With a deep breath in, kind of thankful he agreed to the 'proposal', he started to talk. "Yes...quite. I think it would be -- but perhaps there's a different way, a way to get the King to see the truth. No doubt, he has not taken her yet -- if he had he'd know she was not a virgin. Perhaps if he could see that before the wedding...or something, I don't know. Either way, do you know how to make camp and travel for a number of days?"
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 18:07:20 GMT -5
'I wouldn't call it an army yet.' He drily responded, examining her cautiously. 'And we need to come to an agreement with the other alphas- we can't just pick them up. We either fight them for dominance or we co-lead.' He noticed he was saying 'we' and found that although he had lost his own pack, he still had the mental mindset of an Alpha- he was still strong, with the correct caution and determination, and his high strategic intelligence. He wondered if they'd run into his old pack as they travelled, and his eyes darkened at the thought. if we do, I'm going to be the one to rip YOU to shreds, and we will see who is the more capable alpha then. he thought to himself, shivering slightly at it. [[F*ck! Sorry for slipping past it. It's these stupid night glasses I guess...or undiagnosed dyslexia but either way sorry >.<]] Akantha sniffed. On the air, were the distinct scents of aggression -- of the drive for dominance. She had detected it before, in some of her closest beta's. The beta's she'd been forced to kill. "I'm...well respected, within the community. You don't get to be my age, with a pack this large, without a certain degree of skill. Surely as a...packless," she added a certain zing to the end of the word on her sentence. It was subtle, yet as clear as day -- it was a reminder, it was a threat. "...you can appreciate my authority." Akantha had worked hard to be where she was -- her tarragon was not unfounded, it had basis. So she walked past Covel, stretching down her shoulders to project her height and authority over all. Her trusted beta's followed her, and all the other members of the pack threw a look of disdain towards him. They smelled it to -- and they were loyal to Akantha. "Go find Illiana, discuss with her whether or not you wish to join me," she said before walking in the opposite direction, rippling into a transformation and going out for a hunt. *** Once free of the tent, Illiana tippled down the lane until she found Covel, practically bumping into him. "Oh -- sorry," she said, dipping her head and retracting inside the hood as an apology. "Where's Akantha?" she asked.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 17:54:26 GMT -5
Illianna pursed her lips and tilted her head to one side. She forgot about this part. It was rather hard to socialise with a wolf, especially if you had never experienced lycanthropy yourself. "W-Wait right there," she said, carefully tiptoeing past the beast and out the tent. "I'll go find Akantha, she'll know what to do."
[[Bloodeh...is it your turn to reply to the convel/Akantha plotline?]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 17:46:03 GMT -5
[[Would be real happy if we all could call Night testosteronepaw after this ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 17:45:21 GMT -5
((TESTOSTERONEPAW IM CRYING OMFG.)) [[Testosteronepaw -- the worlds manliest warrior cat -- coming soon to man-stores near you ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 17:39:12 GMT -5
((You can come to me rofl I'm an agony aunt, I love helping with problems)) [[Usually I'm the problem solver but if you're still pals with your long term ex then you win Bloodrose is the love guru now.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 17:38:28 GMT -5
((I'm still giggling over the fact that you though I was a girl xD )) [[xD for some reason I thought Nighteyes was a feminine sounding name idek...next time go for beefstar or testosteronepaw]] Illiana stood back, giving him space. Thankfully, Akantha's tents were always big for such a reason -- she could do the same. One time she'd asked if they could have 'bedroom fun' while she was transformed, and the magess had slapped the alpha so hard she was old cold for three days straight. Yet, Akantha was the furthest thing from her mind now. Instead, all her thoughts were on the creature in front of her -- it was magnificent, the beauty of the transformation as magic older than anything known wove around a man and did such things, made his very body shift and contour into this statute of strength. This art work. This...wolf. "Do you like being a wolf," Illiana breathed, before she even realized that Za'rai couldn't respond.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 17:32:13 GMT -5
"Don't you dare." There was a fire in her bright green eyes as he tried to distance her. "After everything you've told me there is no way I'm standing aside now." She folded her arms as though to punctuate her sentence. Her hair fell lose, framing her face with russet red curls. He grasped at her arm and she was tempted to pull away but something stopped her. "I'm no lady, you really think I care if it's the 'Christian' thing to do. I'm involved if you like it or not." There was a roughness to her tone that said she wouldn't be argued with on this point.
As though in agreement the dark horse in the far stall whinnied, its head pushed over the door to watch the two conversing humans. "So I'll ask again. Have you got a plan?" A smile quirked at her lips as she said it, studying his face. She knew it wasn't a womans place to speak back to a man but that had never stopped her, much to her fathers disdain. Richard's mouth gaped. How, just how? Was there no end to this woman's vigor and why on earth did it just make her more remarkable?! The questions were so unanswerable he let his frustration build up until he snapped out in anger. "Fine! Fine, the King is getting married in three days time and wants me to go with him. More so, thanks to my ar*e of a mouth I happened to imply that we were involved in some sort of...entanglement. So he thinks we're courting and wants us to come along as 'witnesses', so then he suggested we get married and because he is virtually the King I couldn't argue back so, what do you say. You're a seemingly gorgeous young stablehand who is both the most annoying thing and the most incredible thing I've ever met, and who is clearly a protestant, and I'm a catholic chamber-boy who can't seem to stand up to a simple Marquess but what do you say want to get married?!" He was still talking fast and snappily by the end. But once he had finished, he stopped and realized what he just said. He'd just asked the girl he met less than a few hours ago to marry him. To marry him. Everything was silent. Even the horses seemed to be looking at him in utter confusion -- like they'd lock him up in a mad-house. The flies stopped buzzing, the straw stopped tumbling in the wind -- because there was no wind. There was just silent, utter confusion. His face was as red as beetroot. "At least pretend to be in love and get married so we can tag along on a three day journey and stop Annette Roux somehow," he finished, stepping back and smoothing his hair over in an attempt to calm his wild, wild nerves.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 17:23:27 GMT -5
((Characters will fit anywhere!!! I will always find a way to bring them into the plot!! ^.^ if you just tell me the kingdom you'd like to place them in, I can most definitely compensate~ And we met in year... 9? Night I think? My best friend introduced us. We were friends for about two years and I dated someone for about 6 months, then broke up with him and a few months after me and Night got together. 3 and a half years last week lol. But we've been close for so long it's just not right to not still be friends??? It's all the same really just without the relationship drama and the romantic intimacy)) [[Wow that is impressive. Good on you guys. if I ever need relationship advice I'm still coming to you two though lol]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 17:21:46 GMT -5
(OMG that sounds amazing yes let's do it! I'm literally so excited for this) [[ lol no pressure then xD I'll start.]] It had been a hard three weeks on horseback, surrounded by only a handful of guards -- having to lie to the court about where she was. All except her husband knew. He was a kind man, surprisingly for a Scot, and had begrudgingly let her go to witness the death of her father. How had she known? God, of course. Her relationship with god was purer than most, especially for a woman. He had told her the date of her father's death, and she had planned to see him -- but now she couldn't. Not now. Not now that she had missed her second monthly bleed. Not now, that she was with child. She paced around her chamber in Richmond palace, admiring the crimson velvet around the four-postared bed and the carvings in the woodwork of the tudor rose. Her fingertips traced over the memory -- images flooded back. Father, leaving for campaigns on the war, her mother teaching her to crochet the rose into tapestries, the wax seal on every letter she'd received from her father. It had been a beautiful life, really. A life that, despite her husband in Scotland, she missed. The Scottish Queen went to her window, opening the latticed glass and breathing in the fresh air. Fresh air would be good for the baby. The sky was alight with beautiful oranges, creaming into pinky reds -- the glory of England, the glory of an english sunset, reinvigorating her memory with it's magnificence. Caught up in the memories, she did something she hadn't done since she was a girl. Something her father always let her do, but her mother, and all her governesses, chastised as 'unladylike'. She put two feet out of the window and climbed down the ivy trains until she plopped onto the ground. It was a little harder in a corset and a proper gown, but she managed it all the same. After the act she felt so alive again -- perhaps that life, would be embedded into her child. She looked down at her stomach, caught up in different memories now -- ones of pain, and mourning. "Perhaps you'll be stronger than your brother and sister. Perhaps you'll live," After she looked up, she realized alone. Some woman stood before her -- a woman with ivory skin and blonde hair. No one she recognized, so not a royal. But still, it was not something she wanted anyone to hear. "I-I-Forgive me, I-- I don't know what I was saying, I--" The usually flawlessly spoken and characteristic Scottish Queen was now stumped for words.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 17:09:09 GMT -5
(I think I might make a thief/rogue character....would they fit into the plot or would we just have them off on their own?) [[If they don't then I can always make a complimentary character ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 17:06:20 GMT -5
((We were until last week now we are just very good mates *thumbs up*)) [[Huh well that is a productive relationship with your ex I wish my friends did that...with my friends we have to pick flippin sides >.>]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 17:04:26 GMT -5
((Nah he is most definitely male trust me I would know)) [[wait are you guys a thing?]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 17:04:07 GMT -5
[[he??? I thought Nighteyes was a chick all this time]] ((Nope! I'm a guy x'D)) [[Well you learn something new every day. Hello to you and your manly man-ness]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 17:03:23 GMT -5
((Heyo Lily Waiting on Akantha with Convel I think?)) [[did I reply last or did you reply last? Sorry I can't remember and I tried to look it up but I feared I missed something.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 17:02:30 GMT -5
((*coughs* he wants to be a maths teacher *coughs* )) [[he??? I thought Nighteyes was a chick all this time]]
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