*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Nov 15, 2016 21:46:21 GMT -5
Had she known that running headlong into the woods without packing anything other than her bow, quiver and arrows, and her cloak, Thayer would have spent some extra time preparing for her departure. Early that morning, the young woman had fleed from the castle she had called home all her life. One of the Baroness's ladies had turned up dead in her room by one of the maids. Stabbed to death was the cause she had been told. Or rather, what she had been accused with. Everyone in the castle knew the two of them had never gotten along, so why wouldn't people believe she had killed the other woman? The only problem was, she was innocent. In the future, Thayer would probably see how bad of an idea running was. However, in the heat of the moment, it was the best and only way she would survive. She had spent many days it hunting in the snow covered land, yet she quickly discovered running for her life and hunting were two very different things. By midday, her energy was spent, she had no idea where she was, and she was freezing. Yet when she set aside her weapons to sit upon the ground. It didn't take long for her to fall unconscious when she tried resting.
It was maybe three hours after Oliver brought her to his home when she finally defrosted enough to wake. With a groan, Thayer shifted onto her side, pulling the blankets tighter around her. It took her foggy mind a moment before she realized something wasn't right. Blinking open her eyes, Thayer glanced around the unfamiliar room.
(Sorry if it's a little all over the place. I promise my other replies will be better.)
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Nov 15, 2016 22:20:43 GMT -5
At the mention of being found unconscious, memories of earlier creeped back into her mind. Of course, the last thing Thayer remembered was lying on the snow, cursing the winter weather. She relaxed, but only a little. Dazed and confused as she was, it took a moment to recover herself. "I guess I should thank you," she muttered. "For finding me and bringing me here. And for the food as well. My name is Thayer." Her entire introduction seemed strange. It was rare for the young woman to be caught off guard, which Oliver had managed to accomplish quiet easily. Oh well, once she as warmed up thoroughly and got a bearings of her new situation, her confidence would return.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Nov 15, 2016 22:34:57 GMT -5
Somehow, his fumbling words made Thayer feel a bit better. With a small smile, she nodded. "You did want you had to. If you hadn't, I'd probably have woken up freezing and incredibly uncomfortable," she said. No, she didn't like the idea that a stranger had changed her into dry clothing, but at least he seemed as embarrassed about it as she felt. "Coffee sounds wonderful, but please, don't put yourself through any more trouble on my account."
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Nov 16, 2016 9:07:51 GMT -5
"Of course," Thayer replied. She wasn't too concerned about where he was going to sleep. There was probably another cot somewhere in the house he would use. Yet she was surprised to find him creating a pallet for himself on the floor. The woman opened her mouth to protest, going to try to convince him to take his own cot to sleep on, but the man was already dozing off to sleep. Guilt formed in her stomach. She was more than happy to have done the same in order for him to get a good night's rest, but she didn't have the time to tell him. She would just have to make it up to him in the morning. With a small sigh, Thayer finished her stew, savoring every last bite. Standing, she walked over to the fire and added another log to burning pile. The flames leaped around the new piece of fuel, hungrily devouring it until it was covered in fire. Satisfied, she returned to her, or rather Oliver's, cot. She huddled underneath the blankets and cast one last look around the room. It was strange to be staying within a stranger's home, but her exhaustion slowly overrode any anxiety that she might be feeling. Thayer, flipping onto her side once more, closed her eyes, finding sleep easily.
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inky
I'm a free woman again! At least until the semester starts up :D
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Post by inky on Nov 16, 2016 11:12:30 GMT -5
(I would love to rp some fantasy or NARUTO!!! With you!!! I love Naruto lol) I can PM you real quick and we can get started on a Naruto rp if you want (That would be great!! )
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Bluespur
I like a lot of anime. If you want to talk about some, don't be a stranger.
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Post by Bluespur on Nov 16, 2016 16:22:03 GMT -5
"Of course," Thayer replied. She wasn't too concerned about where he was going to sleep. There was probably another cot somewhere in the house he would use. Yet she was surprised to find him creating a pallet for himself on the floor. The woman opened her mouth to protest, going to try to convince him to take his own cot to sleep on, but the man was already dozing off to sleep. Guilt formed in her stomach. She was more than happy to have done the same in order for him to get a good night's rest, but she didn't have the time to tell him. She would just have to make it up to him in the morning. With a small sigh, Thayer finished her stew, savoring every last bite. Standing, she walked over to the fire and added another log to burning pile. The flames leaped around the new piece of fuel, hungrily devouring it until it was covered in fire. Satisfied, she returned to her, or rather Oliver's, cot. She huddled underneath the blankets and cast one last look around the room. It was strange to be staying within a stranger's home, but her exhaustion slowly overrode any anxiety that she might be feeling. Thayer, flipping onto her side once more, closed her eyes, finding sleep easily. Olivier woke to a loud banging on his door. It was early, even by his standards, the sun wouldn't be up for another two hours at least. He stood up slowly, and quietly made his way towards the window. Nothing, pitch black, the fire had gone out and it was very hard to see inside of the small hut. He made his way over to where Thayer was sleeping and picked her up doing his best not to disturb her of her slumber. Olivier sat the young woman gently on the floor and moved the top layer of the cot ever so quietly, revealing a space just big enough for one person to hide. He then picked Thayer back up and set her inside of the space. "Shhh. Everything is going to be okay." He whispered putting his finger to the young woman's lips. He slid the top of the cot back on and made his way to the door. Another loud knock, this one more impatient than the one prior. Olivier opened the door to see a group of men standing in front of him, dressed as knights. "May I help you gentleman?" He questioned, his voice raspy and eyes droopy from sleep. "Have you seen a woman, fitting this description?" The knight asked bluntly holding out a sheet of parchment, while another lit a torch. Olivier studied the parchment, why yes, yes he had. The picture was a drawing of Thayer, but he wasn't about to tell them that. "Why no sir, I don't get too many visitors here. In fact you're the first to have stumbled upon my cabin in months." Olivier assured the knights. "But I promise you, if I see a woman fitting this description, I will find a way to take her to you at once!" "Very well, off then mates. She couldn't have gotten far." The knight holding the parchment said. "Take care, and stay safe. These woods are treacherous, especially during the winter." Olivier warned the knights as he shut the door. Olivier waited sometime before moving Thayer back onto the cot and wrapping the blankets around the young woman. The sun had risen and he had set up another fire, and brewed another pot of coffee.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Nov 16, 2016 17:14:55 GMT -5
The knocking was loud enough to stir Thayer from her sleep. There was the same moment of confusion as she opened her eyes, made even stronger when she felt Oliver picking her up and putting her on the floor. By the darkness and the low fire, she guessed it was early in the morning. Slowly, she began to figure out what was going on. About the time the man stuffed her into the secrete hiding place, she had a fairly good guess of her was at the door. She listened to the voices at the door, knowing exactly who was talking. Since her father was a knight, she was familiar with nearly every man working alongside him, or at least the men who were closest to her father. The man talking wasn't a friend by any means, so she was glad Oliver had somehow had a sense to hide her. When she was allowed back into the open room, she sat in the middle of the cot and wrapped the blankets around her shoulders. "Thank you for dealing with them," she said as he set put on a pot of coffee. "Might I ask why you hid me? Don't get me wrong, you saved my life, but how could you have known what they wanted?"
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