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Post by zero on Sept 30, 2017 14:04:30 GMT -5
This is the rp page for zero and Sweetclover1. Plot;; there was an attempt on the prince's life just days ago. Many suspect it is from the country north of the border. Tense peace talks have started and even rumors of an arranged marriage has spread about. However, fate has other plans. The royal guard has been summoned to protect the prince. These is an elite force of dragon riders. They go with the prince wherever he goes. One guard has caught the eye of the prince or vice versa. They start to fall for each other. To make matters worse, the older princess is the puppeteer of the game. She has almost half of the royal guard and almost all of the nobles working with her, thanks to the promise of more power. Being from the king's affair, she has no right to the throne in the eyes of the law. She plans to change this, even at the cost of her own family. So the guard and prince are the main characters. The sister, other guard, and maybe a royal from the north can be minor characters. ---- Do you want to start or should I? sweetclover1 |
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Post by zero on Oct 1, 2017 9:48:09 GMT -5
A tiny puff of white escaped Prince Gareth's mouth as he breathed. He covered his mouth with his scarf in a vain attempt to keep warm. Warmth had all but disappeared over a week. An early frost, the reports had claimed. A bad omen, the court seers responded. Then, three days later, the prince was almost stabbed in the heart. Bad omen indeed. The seers were now strutting around like peacocks. Peace talks had been called and more guards placed around the royals. It was suffocating.
Gareth didn't think he would mind more guards, honestly. The ones lining the halls and the two usually tailing him never really bothered the prince. He could still meet his tutors and spar with the solders. Now, he could barely have a conversation with someone. The tutors set him assignments and left, eyes never leaving the riders for too long. The solders excused themselves from training with see-through excuses. The royal dragon rider's had an intimidating presence and it fill any room they entered. It was getting difficult to be a prince and he was starting to feel more like a troublesome child.
"You haven't been listening to a word I have said, have you?"
Gareth's head snap to the side when a voice spoke. His sister's sharp blue eyes met his hazel ones and it was an effort not to break eye contact. Guilt fluttered up and his cheeks turned a light shade a pink. Gareth knew his sister was not really angry with him. She did wear a frown and arched one of her eyebrows, but her eyes had a glimmer of understanding in them. Her thin hand patted his shoulder a couple of times before dropping. "My poor baby brother, burdened with the troubles of ruling even now." She said in a sickening sweet voice. Another obviously false show, but one that distracted him from the troubles. He opened his mouth to protest, but she spoke before he could. "Can't even spare an ear to his poor, older sister." She said dramatically with an embellished sigh. Her hand moved to her stomach and the other to her forehead like she was about to faint.
"Hey," he protested with a light elbow nudge, "I was listening." His sister's hand dropped to her sides and she smiled. It was a challenge. Gareth struggled to come up with even a fragment of what they were speaking about. Truth was, he could remember a thing from the moment they stepped outside into the garden and he saw the dragons flying in the sky. It reminded him of the guards and then of the past day. It was a blessing he hadn't run into a tree or tripped. "It was...ummmm...about the...weather." Gareth said, feeling quite proud of himself. He knew his sister like to speak about recent. The cold weather was recent.
His sister shook her head. "I'm afraid your guess was wrong. I'm afraid I have to leave now. Excuse me." His sister did a short, informal bow and started towards the castle. Gareth, once again, had a frown on his face. He really should give his sister more respect. The rest of the castle paying little attention to the half-royal women, so Gareth tried to make up for the lost attention. Not like she really needed it. She was strong and responsible. She could take care of herself. Something Gareth had trouble doing. There were days he thought the crown she move to her head. More days than he would like to admit.
Not wanting to return to the cramped halls, Gareth decided to wander closer to the flying dragons. They looked like glittering gems with the morning light bouncing off their scales. The prince had always longed to touch one, but hadn't summoned up the nerve to ask. He turned to look at the four guards trailing a foot behind him. "Which ones are yours?" he asked.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Oct 1, 2017 11:22:54 GMT -5
If there was one job that Kieran hated more than anything, it was babysitting the royals.
It wasn't that he hated them, they were the leaders of his kingdom after all, it was just that these jobs were boring. Right now there were four of them, trailing behind a pair of royal heirs. They weren't allowed to speak, to be any part human until they were off of their jobs. They weren't even allowed to call their dragons unless the prince or princess asked, or if there was immediate danger. This was slowly, but surely killing him. Kieran let out a small, tired sigh, watching as the Princess seemed to chastise the prince. He shifted in the shiny armor he was expected to wear because he was on duty. It was rather heavy, but he was slowly getting used to the weight.
It was strange, though. He was too used to the light tunics and tough leathers when he was working with his dragons, not the heavy armor with almost gothic design on them. The armor was sharp, almost spiny, mimicking the dragons they rode. The only thing he did say was a good thing about the armor was that it kept him warm on chilly days like these, but even then this all was taking some getting used to. The only time they wore these was when they were charged with the royals, and during big events they were expected to guard at. Outside of that no one would recognize the guards, because they wore typical commoner ware, and perhaps thats why they had an air of mystery to them. No one knew who they were off duty.
Which ones are yours? Came the question, and Kieran started a little, although it was hard to tell since he was hidden quite well. The four snapped into attention now that the prince was talking to them, switching into an attentive stance all at once, moving together in one swift movement. Ezekiel spoke first, "The red one is mine, your highness." He rumbled, his voice low as he watched the young man carefully. Zee was next, their voice a flat monotone as it always was around the royals. They were not a fan of the higher powers of the land. "The white one." Then Beriat piped up, the youngest besides Kieran, always the most excited of the four of them. "Oh, mines the lighter red one, it's kind of rose color actually. Yeah. Rose." and Kieran had to groan inwardly, the kid always forgetting to keep it short and professional. Now it was his turn. "Mines the dark blue one. With the paler blue underneath." He said, his voice a little lower than what you would expect coming from his smaller frame.
He looked up, catching his dragon making a tip, her webbed wings held tight to her body as she spiraled down before snapping them open again and flying back up. He smiled a little, her being the smallest in the group just like Kieran was himself. She wasn't much bigger than a very large horse, but where she lacked height and weight she made up in speed and vicious attacks. Honestly he wouldn't have it any other way and he loved the fact that he had been chosen by such a grand being. Her name was Avi, and they were partners in every way. He had other dragons, but Avi was his first and perhaps his favorite.
She had hatched for him when he was eleven, nothing more than a street rat who had stolen what he thought was a large gem. It was huge and blue, and Kieran thought he'd be able to pawn it off and get some money for food. Boy was he shocked when he was hiding from some angry guards and this "gem" started to shake and crakc. He thought he'd broken it! Then he saw the little beak, the awkward little legs and tiny webbed wings and he realized that he'd accidentally stolen a dragon egg.
He was the first thing she'd seen, so he accidentally imprinted on her and the guards didn't have much choice in taking Kieran in. Lucky for him, he supposed, because once a dragon imprints they imprint for life and they won't take any other human as their partner. He'd worked hard and made a name for himself, became respected despite his less than honorable beginning. And he was proud of it.
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Post by zero on Oct 1, 2017 12:30:33 GMT -5
Gareth tried not to smile at the sudden attention each guard gave him. It was almost comical how each one spoke and acted toward him. He did have a twinge of respect how they worked together. Moving with such fluidity, it must have taken years of work. He wanted to ask about their pasts and how they came to be, but figured most of them wouldn't be too open. It would make them uncomfortable to be talking to informally with a prince. Or worse, they will feel forced to tell and then secretly hate him for the rest of their lives. Now, Gareth was always a curious child. When he was young, he would ask whatever came to mind. If he wasn't a prince, then he could be a scholar. However, he was a prince and princes couldn't just say whatever they wanted. After a couple of harsh cuffs from his mother, he tried his best to nod and smile. Such were the drawbacks of power. He decided to focus on each dragon instead.
There was many records of dragons, but none seemed to agree with each other. Some claims dragons could be as large as a house and could breath fire. Obviously, the latter was wrong. The blue one didn't seem to be much larger than a draft horse. The others didn't seem too large as well. Gareth figured the blue one could be a adolescent dragon. He really wanted to find out, but didn't want to offend the guard. He heard of an emotional connection riders form with their dragons. The scrolls said it was almost strong as two married people. Gareth hoped it would be stronger than that. The way the guard spoke about their dragons, he figured it was stronger than any other bond. He would have to be careful asking questions.
"Are all of them fully grown? Can they breath fire?" He asked, throwing out his earlier thought. Yes, it wasn't exactly sly, but the second question might cover up the real question. Hopefully, none would take offense. He just really wanted to know about the truth behind the creatures.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Oct 1, 2017 14:00:14 GMT -5
Kieran had already seen the question coming. He knew for a fact that it was a question that had to do with his dragon, Avi. She was smaller than the average dragon, but that was because of her being a different breed. He glanced at the prince, knowing he was simply being incredibly snoopy, something that the queen looked down upon but he seemed to still sneak his snoopiness in when he knew he wasn't going to be chastised for it.
Personally, Kieran never found a problem with curiosity. He felt like it was a normal part of being a human, asking questions and learning more because of it. But apparently the royalty didn't agree with him. They thought that they were expected to be all knowing from the get go, asking questions was frowned upon. He'd seen the queen cuff him on the back of his head for asking simple questions before. So it was nice to see that he wasn't fully listening to his mother, he was still engaging in questions and learning from first hand experiences instead of being too prideful to ask questions. It was refreshing to see, frankly, even though it did get annoying at times when they constantly asked if Avi was an adolescent.
"No, they're all fully grown. Avi here's just a Pynonian dragon, and they're a smaller breed. Not all dragons breath fire, but the ones that are flying right now do. I have another dragon, Pyre, who breathes out sleeping gasses." He informed the prince, unable to keep the tinge of pride out of his voice as he talked about his dragons. He couldn't help it, his bonds with his dragons were what they said, as strong as that of marriage.
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Post by zero on Oct 27, 2017 16:29:12 GMT -5
Well, that was more than a poof. First; realllllly sorry for disappearing for weeks. Did not mean to. Life got busy and I forgot for a while. Anyway, do you want to continue? )
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Post by zero on Oct 27, 2017 17:38:49 GMT -5
Gareth shifted his focus to the swirling dragons again. The blue one did look a bit different now. A small smile graced his lips. He hadn't known about the different breeds. At least, he hadn't known the names. It was starting to occur to him the royal library might need an update. Oh, how the royal scholars would tremble if they had read Gareth mind. Those dusty tomes would be hidden in seconds. He started to chew his lip to hide the large grin threating to spill out. Laughing and smiling wide was another one of the forbidden prince acts.
He coughed, hoping to somehow reset himself into the personally dubbed 'prince mode'. Images needed to be kept up, especially now that the royal family could be seen as weak. He straightened up with a straight face now. "Do you practice often with your dragons?" He asked in an even tone. If anyone asks, he was merely inquiring to check to see if his security was sufficient. He was most defiantly not trying to find a way to get the dragons closer. Nope. He would never use to guard in such a way.
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