Bisexual
Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...β
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Post by Kurai on Feb 2, 2017 12:05:01 GMT -5
She waited patiently for his return, fireflies drifting away as dusk drew in. The sun dipped low dying the skyline in shades of crimson and gold, turning the trees in so smoky silhouettes. It was a beautiful sight but one she couldn't quite bring herself to enjoy, a sense of dread filled the pit of her stomach. She moved to the window, the train of the jade green dress trailing behind her, her shadow falling heavily over the picnic they had been sharing. Time passed and the sun fell below the horizon, still he had not returned. She thought for a moment someone had been standing behind her but when she turned there was no one, nothing but her own shadow. She was glad for the full moon as she waited in to the darkness of the night, the cold forcing her away from the window, wrapping herself in the blanket they had been sitting on before. The messenger Richard had told to stay had left hours before, leaving her alone with only her horse grazing quietly in the clearing below. With no idea how much time had passed she rose and moved down the stairs, mounting her horse, tearing the fabric so she could ride normally. Her face was a blank mask, managing to keep tears at bay. She began the lonely ride home, her hands twisted in the grey mares mane for warmth. She had never been so glad to see the stables and quickly untacked her mount, pulling a thick rug over her dappled pelt to fight off the chill. Pilgrim watched her from across the isle and she was glad at least the horse had been looked after, even if his rider hadn't had the same courtesy concerning her. She looked ridiculous, tending her horse in a fine velvet dress, torn along the length of her left leg but she couldn't care. Unpinning her hair as she moved to the stall of the only being who she knew she could rely on. The black horse with his strange white face called out to her, pushing his head against her chest. She threw her arms around his neck, burying her face in his long mane and finally allowing herself to cry. At some point she had fallen asleep in the horses' stall, the big creature laying down beside her. Watching over her like a guardian angel. She awoke confused and disorientated, before the memories of the night came flooding back. Steeling herself she changed quickly in to her breeches and an oversized shirt with the addition of a thick jumper. The exposure to the nights cold air had given her quite a chill making her feel unwell. She carried out her work without complaint, cleaning stalls and grooming the horses with an even closer attention to detail than usual. However there was no enjoyment in the work today, her eyes faded and low, no songs to soothe her wards as she milled about them.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 2, 2017 14:54:21 GMT -5
She waited patiently for his return, fireflies drifting away as dusk drew in. The sun dipped low dying the skyline in shades of crimson and gold, turning the trees in so smoky silhouettes. It was a beautiful sight but one she couldn't quite bring herself to enjoy, a sense of dread filled the pit of her stomach. She moved to the window, the train of the jade green dress trailing behind her, her shadow falling heavily over the picnic they had been sharing. Time passed and the sun fell below the horizon, still he had not returned. She thought for a moment someone had been standing behind her but when she turned there was no one, nothing but her own shadow. She was glad for the full moon as she waited in to the darkness of the night, the cold forcing her away from the window, wrapping herself in the blanket they had been sitting on before. The messenger Richard had told to stay had left hours before, leaving her alone with only her horse grazing quietly in the clearing below. With no idea how much time had passed she rose and moved down the stairs, mounting her horse, tearing the fabric so she could ride normally. Her face was a blank mask, managing to keep tears at bay. She began the lonely ride home, her hands twisted in the grey mares mane for warmth. She had never been so glad to see the stables and quickly untacked her mount, pulling a thick rug over her dappled pelt to fight off the chill. Pilgrim watched her from across the isle and she was glad at least the horse had been looked after, even if his rider hadn't had the same courtesy concerning her. She looked ridiculous, tending her horse in a fine velvet dress, torn along the length of her left leg but she couldn't care. Unpinning her hair as she moved to the stall of the only being who she knew she could rely on. The black horse with his strange white face called out to her, pushing his head against her chest. She threw her arms around his neck, burying her face in his long mane and finally allowing herself to cry. At some point she had fallen asleep in the horses' stall, the big creature laying down beside her. Watching over her like a guardian angel. She awoke confused and disorientated, before the memories of the night came flooding back. Steeling herself she changed quickly in to her breeches and an oversized shirt with the addition of a thick jumper. The exposure to the nights cold air had given her quite a chill making her feel unwell. She carried out her work without complaint, cleaning stalls and grooming the horses with an even closer attention to detail than usual. However there was no enjoyment in the work today, her eyes faded and low, no songs to soothe her wards as she milled about them. [[Oh my god I'm sobbing it's so sad...anyway, I'm gonna do a three year skip now to 1512 and put an update of the times on the rp page. However, I'll try to close up previous rps. Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§: Once Catherine/Inez and Margaret have their thing Margaret could arrange Thomas with Marion and Thomas could go and explain things all nice? πΌπ²π΅πΏ: Margaret could be sent back to Scotland quickly, and so Ailsa has to disappear, but she makes Elias an English Knight beforehand using her influence. Because Scotland is on the verge of war with England they could both meet in a kind of 'enemy spies who fancy each other' situation and we could work out the details? ashrain: Our Henry/Jane rp could be brought to a close quickly, but they could meet up 3 years alter? Inez could blackmail margaret and need her to Catherine to admit the truth? How does that all sound?]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 2, 2017 15:43:19 GMT -5
All good with me. Bless their little hearts.) [ ]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 2, 2017 15:44:25 GMT -5
All good with me. Bless their little hearts.) [[Ikr, I swear I'm never this evil in my books. After the 3 year gap how do you want Richard and Brinn to meet again?]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 3, 2017 12:31:59 GMT -5
Hmm, I don't really know. I was thinking, as Henry was very in to his horse racing perhaps she is given a job as a trainer or even just a jockey. Maybe Henry could be intending a race meeting and invite Richard along, I think catching them both off guard could be great fun.) [[Ahhh that sounds fab <3 ]]
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Feb 3, 2017 12:41:33 GMT -5
(Hey I saw you tagged me I'm really sorry but I've gone on hiatus. Check my recents for details)
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Post by πΌπ²π΅πΏ on Feb 3, 2017 16:05:50 GMT -5
(I'll reply in a little bit)
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 4, 2017 5:45:52 GMT -5
(Hey I saw you tagged me I'm really sorry but I've gone on hiatus. Check my recents for details) [[You will be missed Semper <3 it's no problem, to be honest I should probably do the same thing because my book's going down the toilet cause of all my rping. And...my grandma passed last May, its really tough, but know she's proud of you, and the way that you will hold her in memory.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 4, 2017 5:48:21 GMT -5
Was thinking have her riding one of Henry's horses in a race maybe.) [[We could do a race or a joust? I know jousts are more holding to history, and we could do it that Richard and Brinn are up against each other but they're covered by helmets, and they try a few times and they're evenly matched until Brinn takes off her helmet at one point and Richard promptly falls over. Of course, it would have to be hidden that Brinn was a woman for the most part of the joust. But if you want to do a race that's cool, they could be matched evenly until Brinn does the helmet thing then Richard falls behind. ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 4, 2017 5:59:09 GMT -5
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 4, 2017 6:25:27 GMT -5
Perhaps it could be a tournament celebrating Henry's 3rd year on the throne.) [[It would line up with his 20th birthday, so we could do both?]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 4, 2017 6:41:47 GMT -5
Birthday is better perhaps, I shall work on a post.) [[huzzah!]]
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Post by πΌπ²π΅πΏ on Feb 5, 2017 11:30:17 GMT -5
Elias smiled and watched her go and pick up her sword, it was a strangely beautiful sight to see a lady with a sword like that and he couldn't help but laugh lightly before she turned and looked to him again. She truly was gorgeous and he couldn't help but think how lucky he was to have been at the pub that night and then to have once again found her in the barn. Then he realized she'd asked him a question and he laughed and crossed his arms to her and tipped his chin up lightly in response. "And if I haven't?" he inquired with a laughing smirk, he remained in the challenging stance for a moment before dropping his arms and nodding to her, "Why don't you teach me how to do one?" he inquired with a smile. (AWWWWWWW these two!!!) "Well then, she said, grinning wildly and seezing herself up for what came next. She rushed towards him, as if they were going into another sparring session again. But this time she grabbed his arms and started to twirl and twist wildly. Here we go... she murmured to herself and began the hopping and the jumping -- so they were doing a proper gig. "Good thing is Scots make dancing fun -- they make it lively -- gets the blood pumping," she said, flashing a look at him before going back into the dance -- sweat pouring and the desire to do something more than dance increasing Elias blinked as she ran to him and braced himself a moment though then she took him and they began to dance. He laughed brightly and followed her lead as they leapt and twisted quickly. Down his own temple a few drops a sweat began slipping down and he couldn't help but look over her and admire her once more. His eyes flicking down to her chest as well before back to her eyes. It couldn't deny his own feelings were creeping up as well. (Sorry for how short it is)
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Bisexual
Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...β
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Post by Kurai on Feb 5, 2017 12:58:26 GMT -5
A tournament always meant a lot of work for any servant of the crown but perhaps most for those who worked in the stables. The tall stablehand hadn't accepted much from the crown despite the Kings near insistence, but she had taken the role that her now deceased Father had left open. It was something that gave her direction, kept her mind active and most of all allowed her to continue the work she loved. But now it meant handling all of the horses of the King's guests needed feeding and stabling. Her rag tag collection of stable hands were run ragged by the increased work and muttered curses behind the nobility's backs. There was a benefit to the tournament, and that was that she had been allowed to ride. She had been training for months, using one of the kings new horses that she had helped to chose. It was one thing she and the young King had in common and whereas before she had thought him cruel she had come to discover he actually cared for the quality of the horses in his stables. She was readying the horse now, a thick set Destrier with a coat as black as ebony. She had groomed him until he gleamed, and she could almost see her reflection in his highly polished coat. "Now I need you to behave today." She spoke softly to him as she tacked him up, every bit of equipment in perfect order, smelling slightly of beeswax soap. The cloth caparison that fell lightly over the horse's rump and flanks was white, embroidered with the royal coat of arms. She was actually proud to be riding for the King himself, it was an honour most knights craved. She wanted to believe it was because she had proved herself worthy, but she assumed it had more to do with that day three years before. Shaking those memories out of her head she sighed and moved into the tack room, leaving the horse tethered safely in the yard. Her own armour had been made specially, she had saved up for almost two years to afford it and had only managed to cover the cost thanks to a firm friendship with the farrier who tended the horses feet and who was an apprentice armourer in his free time. He joined her now, tall and brooding with his mess of dark hair and wordlessly helped her to fasten the plate armour in place. "Thanks." She muttered gently, looking up at him with a gentle smile on her lips. The stable lads teased her, claiming the young farrier was in love with her and only recently had she become to believe there may be some truth in their words. She couldn't however bring herself to reciprocate his feelings. He was handsome and had a wonderful way with the horses, but every time she thought she was ready to move on the memories of that heartbreak came flooding back. He returned her smile and wished her luck as she tucked her helm beneath her arm. Her hair had been pulled into a neat ponytail, secured with a strip of red velvet ribbon. She looked majestic, powerful and proud. Her chin held high as she returned to her horse.
The tourney grounds were bustling, knights and their squires preparing for the long day of events. She herself was only entered in a few events, the main one being the jousting. It was unheard of for a woman to ride in such events so she donned her helm long before reaching the pulsing crowds. Unlike the knights she had no coat of arms of her own and her halm only had a simple crest made of copper horse hair. It was simple but matched the shade of her own copper locks. With such little interest in the monarchy she knew almost none of these people by name, but she did recognise some of their mounts, a stable girl at heart it always tended to be the horse she noticed before the person. Here there were many beautiful horses although she firmly believed her own mount to be the finest. The simple Chamfron plating that protected the horse's face glinted in the sunlight, at least she was glad that the weather was being so kind. There was a while before she would be called forwards for any of her own events so she dismounted and settled the horse, making sure to keep a close watch over him as well as eyeing up the competition. She knew it wasn't unusual for a knight or his squire to attempt to sabotage an opponents mount, anything to give them an advantage.
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Post by πΌπ²π΅πΏ on Feb 5, 2017 18:45:31 GMT -5
(Hello Kurai!)
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Post by πΌπ²π΅πΏ on Feb 5, 2017 18:48:22 GMT -5
(I'm good! How are you doing?)
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Post by πΌπ²π΅πΏ on Feb 5, 2017 20:01:44 GMT -5
(I'm here! I've got my maid Lydia available right now!)
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Post by πΌπ²π΅πΏ on Feb 6, 2017 17:37:46 GMT -5
(Hello!)
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