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Post by aether on Jul 25, 2018 7:16:47 GMT -5
Protect the Princess
Muse A is a Princess and is travelling to a neighbouring kingdom to marry and secure ties between the two kingdoms. Although it is her duty, it is something that they regret. Muse B is a guard for the royals, and is in the party that is escorting Muse A to the neighbouring kingdom. All seems to be going well until... they are ambushed by bandits.
The guards are slaughtered, except Muse B is able to escape with Muse A. But now they are faced with another problem - the two of them, with little supplies, must fend for themselves on their expedition.
Neither meant for it to happen, but it suddenly did. Emotions. Muse A is now faced with a decision: go marry someone they don't want, when their heart yearns for another. Or shame their family and their name.
Muse A:Rhine EmbersA naturally stunning beauty, she is the type of woman that draws attention without any effort. Golden blonde hair cascades in waves down to her chest, multiple hues of the sun in it's untamed strands. Her eyes are like the ocean - vibrant light blue that seems to have specks of silver when the light catches them. Her face is delicate, soft, and feminine. A pert button nose sits between gently high cheekbones above full rosy lips. Petite in stature, she has a lithe body of lean muscle and soft curves. She moves with a grace that is typical of a royal and everything about her appears tame and gentle. That is until you notice the fierceness that shines in her expressive eyes, the stubbornness in tilt of her chin, the mischievousness in her grin. Then, she transforms. She is a fire of a woman. She is the type of woman who stuns with her beauty and catches most off guard with her wittiness and confident sureness. She is not a meek woman, but a strong one, despite not needing to be. However, she is not a loud and abrasive flame. She is the coy one that taunts and observes and flares only when her passion arises. She would probably be a bit more of a constant fire were she not royal. Being a princess has forced her into a certain level of passiveness. It is what she hates about her position and duty. She wants life, pure and wild. She wants to be fully himself without any expectations. She wants to live fiercely and love just the same. And she wants to slice a sword thorough anyone that stands in her way, instead of having to bow her head and be used as a pawn among kingdoms. She hates being weak and she fears losing herself to her role as princess. She is not fond of the proper politics or the pretty words that hide true meanings. She is not fond of any of it - a royal family without love, only power and purpose; a life without truth, only facades and bargains.Muse B
Rhys Westward
A tall man, with a hard, muscular body from a lifetime of being in the front line. His hair, trimmed sometimes, is raven black. It is flatten on the top from the use of his helmet, but the ends are messy curls that fall over his ears and partway down his neck. When he is in town long enough he will get it cut short, but usually, those signature curls can be recognised from a mile away. His dark hair contrasts to his pale skin, which is a pain in the sun, and also his cornflower blue eyes, surrounded by thick, black lashes. A beautiful man, he sure is, right down to his pretty pink lips. He has a scar across his chest, from the left side of his collarbone to the bottom of his right rib that he earned in a fight. He had left him bed ridden for a long while and reminds him daily of what he had lost. On his back, on his right shoulder, he has a burn marked with a branding iron β it is the shape of a horseshoe. Rhys tends to remain mostly quiet unless spoken to, but he has a big personality. He hates being wrong and is quick to make a rash decision. Rather than use words, he uses actions (his love language is βacts of serviceβ). Being hot-headed is not something people would assume of Rhys upon first glance, given his pretty exterior, but it is undeniable. He hates surprises and being scared because he hates admitting if he is ever wrong. He just likes to get on with things, without fuss. It is difficult not to get on his nerves, honestly. That is his issue he though, because he is not perfect, but he has every right not to be, given his past... |
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Post by ΟΓΈlΖαΉ‘αΉΓΈΟ α¦ on Jul 25, 2018 13:59:38 GMT -5
ohhhh i like the sound of this!
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Post by aether on Jul 25, 2018 19:03:40 GMT -5
Hola! Glad to hear you're interested C:
Which kind of scenario were you keen on, out of those above or perhaps an idea of your own? c:
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Post by ΟΓΈlΖαΉ‘αΉΓΈΟ α¦ on Jul 25, 2018 21:21:25 GMT -5
i like them all! i'd be down for the one you said is probably your favorite. i do think a romantic aspect added to it would be fun!
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Post by aether on Jul 25, 2018 21:36:36 GMT -5
We could mix it with the one where the prince/ss is supposed to go and get married but they fall in love with a commoner.
So they are travelling to another kingdom to go and get married and create a bond between the two kingdoms, but while they travel they get ambushed by bandits. Most of the guards die except for one who is able to survive and get the prince/ss off to safety. They then must travel alone and as they go through many adventures they get close and have feelings but the prince/ss knows that by going to the kingdom, they will have to get married. But if they dont, they shame their family and whatnot.
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Post by ΟΓΈlΖαΉ‘αΉΓΈΟ α¦ on Jul 25, 2018 21:43:03 GMT -5
ohhh yes yes yes that sounds great
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Post by aether on Jul 25, 2018 21:45:00 GMT -5
oooh yas perfect. i love plots like this.
did you wanna rp the prince/ss or the guard?
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Post by ΟΓΈlΖαΉ‘αΉΓΈΟ α¦ on Jul 25, 2018 21:51:50 GMT -5
me too! and i haven't done one in forever. they don't seem to be super easy to come by, but i'm so glad i found yours c:
i'd love to rp a princess, but i can do either character if your heart is set on one
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Post by aether on Jul 25, 2018 22:12:43 GMT -5
On my phone for a bit!
I am glad to have found someone who loves it like i do :-D
I was actually hoping to be the guard so it has worked out great!
Shall we post short descriptions of our characters? Or did you just wanna describe as we go?
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Post by ΟΓΈlΖαΉ‘αΉΓΈΟ α¦ on Jul 25, 2018 22:16:45 GMT -5
oh great! i'm excited 
yes, let's post short descriptions ~
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Post by aether on Jul 25, 2018 22:21:43 GMT -5
Yay!
Okay, I have the perfect dude. I am going to lose reception shortly for a little bit but when its back I will post him!
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Post by ΟΓΈlΖαΉ‘αΉΓΈΟ α¦ on Jul 25, 2018 22:40:52 GMT -5
okay! i'll write up a blurb for my girl
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Post by aether on Jul 25, 2018 23:36:51 GMT -5
Rhys Westward
A tall man, with a hard, muscular body from a lifetime of being in the front line. His hair, trimmed sometimes, is raven black. It is flatten on the top from the use of his helmet, but the ends are messy curls that fall over his ears and partway down his neck. When he is in town long enough he will get it cut short, but usually, those signature curls can be recognised from a mile away. His dark hair contrasts to his pale skin, which is a pain in the sun, and also his cornflower blue eyes, surrounded by thick, black lashes. A beautiful man, he sure is, right down to his pretty pink lips. He has a scar across his chest, from the left side of his collarbone to the bottom of his right rib that he earned in a fight. He had left him bed ridden for a long while and reminds him daily of what he had lost. On his back, on his right shoulder, he has a burn marked with a branding iron β it is the shape of a horseshoe. Rhys tends to remain mostly quiet unless spoken to, but he has a big personality. He hates being wrong and is quick to make a rash decision. Rather than use words, he uses actions (his love language is βacts of serviceβ). Being hot-headed is not something people would assume of Rhys upon first glance, given his pretty exterior, but it is undeniable. He hates surprises and being scared because he hates admitting if he is ever wrong. He just likes to get on with things, without fuss. It is difficult not to get on his nerves, honestly. That is his issue he though, because he is not perfect, but he has every right not to be, given his past...
Giving him a βdark pastβ for plot and drama purposes haha
Okay, did we have any questions about anything? If not, I'll get going with my starter C:
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Post by ΟΓΈlΖαΉ‘αΉΓΈΟ α¦ on Jul 26, 2018 7:45:57 GMT -5
Rhine Embers
A naturally stunning beauty, she is the type of woman that draws attention without any effort. Golden blonde hair cascades in waves down to her chest, multiple hues of the sun in it's untamed strands. Her eyes are like the ocean - vibrant light blue that seems to have specks of silver when the light catches them. Her face is delicate, soft, and feminine. A pert button nose sits between gently high cheekbones above full rosy lips. Petite in stature, she has a lithe body of lean muscle and soft curves. She moves with a grace that is typical of a royal and everything about her appears tame and gentle. That is until you notice the fierceness that shines in her expressive eyes, the stubbornness in tilt of her chin, the mischievousness in her grin. Then, she transforms. She is a fire of a woman. She is the type of woman who stuns with her beauty and catches most off guard with her wittiness and confident sureness. She is not a meek woman, but a strong one, despite not needing to be. However, she is not a loud and abrasive flame. She is the coy one that taunts and observes and flares only when her passion arises. She would probably be a bit more of a constant fire were she not royal. Being a princess has forced her into a certain level of passiveness. It is what she hates about her position and duty. She wants life, pure and wild. She wants to be fully himself without any expectations. She wants to live fiercely and love just the same. And she wants to slice a sword thorough anyone that stands in her way, instead of having to bow her head and be used as a pawn among kingdoms. She hates being weak and she fears losing herself to her role as princess. She is not fond of the proper politics or the pretty words that hide true meanings. She is not fond of any of it - a royal family without love, only power and purpose; a life without truth, only facades and bargains.
Rhys sounds absolutely yummy. I'm so excited for this
& nope, no questions!
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Post by aether on Jul 26, 2018 19:28:19 GMT -5
she sounds perfect! C:
also sorry if there's mistakes - it has been some time since i've rped Cx i'm back from a break
It was late afternoon, and the sun was inching closer and closer towards the horizon. Soon it would be time to stop and set up a camp β soon it would be too late to continue walking. The horses were beginning to slow and drag, shaking their heads irritably even when their riders tried to soothe them. They walked a well-worn path, but the trees that lined it were beginning to feel eerie as they started losing light. The fact that this path was so well-walked gnawed at Rhys instincts as he took up the rear of the guards, beside blonde haired and brown eyed Thomlin. Bandits would surely be waiting expectedly in the woods at some point, waiting for the perfect moment that something special trotted by. The fact that the group of guards were surrounding a carriage with a person tucked safely inside was all the temptation a group of bandits needed to emerge from the trees and try their luckβ¦
Mandarb, his black stallion, was also beginning to get anxious β his tail whipped, and he pulled at the reins. Slowly, Rhys tilted his head, his cornflower blue eyes narrowed as he watched Mandarb. βWhatβs wrong?β He muttered under his breath, resting his hand on the horses muscled neck. Rhys glanced out the corner of his eye to Thomlin and scowled when he noticed the young man half dozing in his saddle, reaching out with his foot, Rhys kicked Thomβs leg, jolting the sun-kissed man awake. βFocus! You are on guard, daft boy!β Thom was only seventeen and this was his first expedition, so his embarrassment flared on his cheeks as he mumbled apologies.
And when will we be stopping? Rhys stared ahead at the lead guard, Garret was sat tall and proud upon his black stallion, his confidence did not pass onto Rhys though. The sun was only lowering and soon they would be without light to even set up their camp, but Rhys was in no position to speak up. Thomlin was so tired he was able to sleep in his saddle β that was evidence enough that they be stopping. He could only grip the reins tightly in white-knuckled fists and stared suspiciously into the trees. His vision was lowering in the dimmed light β he could not see a great distance between the trunks of the paperbarks. Anything could be hidden thereβ¦ and he simply wouldnβt knowβ¦
βBandits!β The shout came from Jahrn who was holding the right side, βBandits on the ri-β his second shout was interrupted by a grunt, and then a bloody gurgle. As Rhys hand grabbed the hilt of his sword and pulled it free from the sheath, he saw Jahrn fall sideways from the saddle.
The bandits began flooding the pathway, horses began shaking, the lack of sunlight making them too afraid, making them harder to control. Rhys pulled his reins and kicked Mandarb hard on his sides, βMake sure the Princess is okay,β he raised his sword in the air and raced towards the bandits, who were grabbing men and pulling them off their horses β they were ruthless. With a hard swing, Rhys knocked a flea-infested bandit away, slicing at their arm and side. Someone grabbed at his other side and pulled, and although Rhys tried to fight it, he could not bring his sword around fast enough to knock them away. He was pulled from his saddle, one foot trapped in the foot-strap. He looked at the bandit and growled, his face contorted with anger, on the ground and upside-down, Rhys deflected a blow from the bandits sword, and swung back, taking a chunk from the bandits leg. The bandit danced forward and returned the favour, managing to land a strike on Rhys left side. Rhys choked back a cry out, his blood boiled over, and he stabbed forward β the bandit fell over in a heap with the final blow.
Adrenaline was fuelling Rhys body as he sat up and untangled his foot from his strap, he could hardly feel the wound on his side as he scrambled to his feet. The Princess β protect the Princess!.
He darted towards the carriage, filling with dread when he noticed the door was openβ¦
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Post by ΟΓΈlΖαΉ‘αΉΓΈΟ α¦ on Jul 26, 2018 21:29:32 GMT -5
[[ no worries at all! i'm also out of practice, but your post looks great ~ ]]
The ornate carriage moved steadily along the worn path through old trees that lay scattered throughout the dense forest, it's white walls being painted in orange and yellow hues as the setting sun's rays reached it through the leaves. Inside, draped stiffly along the embroidered bench on one side of the carriage, was the princess of a great kingdom. A kingdom which was seeking even greater power by securing ties with their neighboring kingdom through marrying off their princess to the foreign prince. A quiet sigh escaped Rhine's plush lips as her mind continued to search for any possible outcome that would result in this bargain not being so dreadful. But she couldn't find one. She had previously visited the kingdom she and her guards were now riding towards, and while there was nothing truly wrong with it, she had no desire to be there. If she must be in a position of appearances and pleasantries, she at least wanted to do it in the kingdom that was her home - the kingdom in which she knew every secret route out of the castle that she could take when she wanted to escape, every forgotten section of the forest where she could hide away for a short time, every guard that was willing to secretly train her in the basics of defense if she bribed them with gold, every small detail that allowed her to still be herself and not just a princess. In this new kingdom, there was no doubt in her mind that she would be trapped to her position and expected to be even more proper than she was now, which was already a struggle for the fiery young woman.
Rhine wished that there were a window in this carriage so that she could see the lands of her kingdom for the last time that it would technically be hers. But there wasn't a window because they couldn't risk any unwelcome eyes seeing that it was her who lie within. As if the obviously expensive carriage wouldn't already draw attention. She fought the urge to roll her eyes in annoyance at this whole situation, her delicate fingers instead traveling to her thigh where a dagger was secretly secured in a strap beneath her gown. As a princess, Rhine was expected to be well educated in the ways of royals and the histories of kingdoms, but not much else. She was expected to be beautiful and quiet and obedient. Well, she was beautiful. And she could be quiet, if it was advantageous. But, obedient - not so much. She had begun bribing guards for their training and sworn secrecy years ago and had found she was quite the natural. While she could only learn so much without the ability to have proper training at the risk of being discovered and reprimanded by her father, she had learned as much as she could. It made her more confident to have the basic skills and to keep the blade on her. Plus she had grown quite fond of the pretty piece of metal.
A shout from outside broke through her thoughts and ocean eyes whipped up towards the door of the carriage at the word that rang through the air. Bandits. Rhine's heart immediately picked up its rate, but the young woman was calm as she lifted the white skirts of her gown, sliding the dagger from its leather holster. The weapon was a welcomed weight in her hand and as the shouts grew louder outside, Rhine slid down from the seat of the carriage. She crouched there on the floor, listening. The world outside was a torrent of frightened whinnies, the grunts of men, and the unmistakable sounds of swords engaging in battle. She hated not knowing what was going on out there, if her men had the upper hand or if the bandits did. But one thing she did know was that she couldn't stay in this carriage. It was probably what had drawn the bandits in the first place and she would most definitely be recognized and captured and kept for ransom if they opened the door and saw her here, with no avenue for escape. Rhine tightened her grip on her dagger, a fierceness in her gaze and determination in the set of her slim shoulders as she shot forward, bursting through the door and out of the carriage.
She hit the ground in a graceful crouch and the first thing she noticed was an older man, looking dirty and poor, spin towards her, surprise and then lust and then greed dancing across his features. Rhine didn't stop to think. Her arm flung out, the dagger slicing through the air as it left her fingers with a precision that could only come from years of practice. She had a moment of self gratitude for all the targets she had drawn on trees with old paint to practice her blade throwing since she was a teenager. The blade hit home in the man's chest and he fell heavily to the ground without another movement. Rhine slinked forward, blue eyes darting about as she approached the man to retrieve her dagger. The clearing was already too quiet and she could see a large number of her guards dead on the ground. Are any still alive? The young woman fought back a grimace as she gripped the hilt of her weapon and yanked it from the bandit's chest. Blood swelled and she quickly stepped back, holding the dagger defensively to her petite body as she moved closer to the carriage once more. The sound of hurried footsteps coming around the front of the carriage made her muscles tense and she quickly ducked around the back. Crouching down, she watched large boots dart up to the side of the carriage where she had been moments before. The footsteps paused and she knew the man was taking in the open door. Perhaps the bandit thought she was still inside? Perhaps he knew she wasn't and intended to search for her. It wouldn't take him long to find her. She couldn't very well run out to the other side of the carriage where the rest of the bandits and her struggling guards were bloodying the ground. She would be overtaken in seconds. Her only hope was the element of surprise, just as with the first bandit.
Readjusting her fingers on the dagger, Rhine rose to her full height and steadied herself. With a surge of adrenaline, the princess shot forward, rounding the side of the carriage. Her weapon was in front of her, poised to be set free at the slightest flick of her wrist. However, the sight before her sent Rhine skittering to a halt. It was a royal guard, not a bandit. Her fierce gaze shot behind him before she quickly cast a glance over her shoulder, checking the surroundings for bandits before spinning back to the guard. She neared him, her footsteps light and soundless on the ground. Her head titled up toward him, wild blonde waves of hair falling away behind her shoulders to reveal her beautiful face. There was a stubborn set to her jaw and a sureness in the way she stood there, firm in front of a man three times her size. It was a princess looking up at him, but not the type she was meant to be. She was a warrior princess of flame and determination. Her voice was a quiet whisper as she spoke, careful to not be heard but anyone other than the guard. "How many guards remain alive?" She did not bother with formalities of speech or proper actions. Right now she was just Rhine, for there was no time to act as a proper princess. It was only a matter of time before the group of bandits realized the man they had sent to retrieve whoever was in the carriage had not returned.
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Post by aether on Jul 27, 2018 7:14:09 GMT -5
There was a fire that surged within the deepest roots of Rhys' body, his fingers itched to swing his sword again - it was what he had spent all his life training to do. In the situation when he could see that the carriage door was wide open, swaying slightly in a breeze that would be cold if all the rushing blood wasn't making his skin hot, he felt like a failure. It was only in that split second that he decided a bandit must have sneaked it's way around the carriage, with it's rat whiskers twitching and it's dirty paws grabbing. Surely the Princess - being a cradled Princess - would have been swept away and long gone. And that is why he was suddenly, more than ever, craving the feeling that swinging a sword gave. Those few moments of slow motion as the blade went from over his shoulder and struck down, or the sound of two swords parrying - like a song from his childhood... the thought of fighting took away from the thought that he had failed his quest... that he would eventually be overpowered, too, like the others. That this was probably the last chance he'd ever get to fight before it was over. He tensed his jaw and readied himself to turn back and face the bandits with all his bubbling fury, but a figure appeared before him.
He set his feet down quickly, in a protective stance with one foot in front of the other, his lip raised into an unconscious scowl. It might be the pain that was shooting up and down the side of his body, but he was feeling especially bite-y. The firmness and stubbornness in her poise did stunt him momentarily, and his scowl did fall to a mere look of seriousness. He glanced over his shoulder, grimacing as he heard an inhumane crunch, and then a loud scream. Time was running short, there was no time for conversation. Rhys pointed directly at his Princess, his cornflower eyes filled with intensity, "Run. Into the trees. I will hold them off." He followed the point with a gesture towards the trees, then he spun on his heels to raise his defenses, but was met with a bandit running around the corner to the carriage.
The bandit was spluttered with blood, although he didn't appear to be physically wounded. The dirty man was fast, but Rhys was faster. He drove his blade through the bandits stomach, and in the bandits last efforts, he waved his dagger around aimlessly and landed a cut above Rhys forehead, Rhys shoved the bandit back with his foot and winced as blood stung his eye. From the other side of the carriage, he heard a victorious 'whoop' from a voice that sounded scratched and unfamiliar. "Where is our prize?" The voice sounded like it was spoken by a rusty fox - or like a snake through a tin tunnel. The other guards had fallen. Rhys stepped backwards and turned to look at the Princess - he himself probably looked like a wild animal with blood gushing from his eyebrow, and his clothes stained crimson. He lurched forward towards her, bustling into the treeline. There was a moment of 'should we hide, or should we run?' in Rhys' mind as he continually processed the situation. It was most rational to run - even if the bandits gave chase, they would have a better fighting chance with some distance between them.
With blood rushing in his ears, he grabbed the Princess' arm - leaving a bloody smudge, and said, "Run until we can no longer," his demeanor as he began doing just so would give no indication to the fact that his body was in immense pain, each stride stretched and tested the gash on his side, his shirt rubbed and irritated it too. The branches of the trees whipped and stung at his face and arms, but he was determined to keep on going. Of course, he kept his eye on the Princess too, he kept behind her, wanting to make sure that if a bandit followed that he would get to it first.
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Post by ΟΓΈlΖαΉ‘αΉΓΈΟ α¦ on Jul 27, 2018 20:41:32 GMT -5
Rhine followed the guard's look over his shoulder, mirroring his grimace as she heard the noises of pain and destruction from the other side of the carriage. Her fingers tightened around the hilt of her dagger, worry rising within her. She knew they were running out of time. She knew the noises they were hearing were not pointing in their favor. The man's face spun back towards her and her eyes lifted, two intense oceans crashing into each other as their gazes met. His order sounded firmly in her ears and she had a brief moment of annoyance at him ignoring her question. However, the princess was not naive. There wasn't time to press him on it and as a royal guard, he was more in his element than her. She would follow his lead. Without hesitation the blonde woman turned and raced for the treeline, one hand hastily grabbing at the skirt of her dress and hoisting it up as she ran. She was barely two strides away from the guard when she heard him engage in battle with a bandit. She sincerely hoped that he was good with his blade because she had a feeling her dagger would not keep the grimy men at bay if her guard fell and they caught her. Her only chance would be running for her life. That would probably already be their best option considering how outnumbered they appeared to be.
A victorious 'whoop' sounded in the air, deafening to the young woman as she realized what it could mean - the death of her guard. She slid to a halt, spinning around to look back at the carriage. A body of a bandit lay bloodied at his feet, but he was clearly not the one who had made the noise. His gaze was trained on the carriage as if he could see right through it to the other side of the clearing. So it had been a bandit raising the call of victory. Not good. As she watched him he turned and looked at her and she sucked in a sharp breathe at the sight of the blood steadily flowing down his face. How badly was he hurt? Suddenly the guard was moving, sprinting for where she waiting in the treeline. His hand circled around her slim arm as he reached her, firmly moving the princess in front of him as the pair took off through the trees, his order resonating within her.
Rhine ran as fast as she could, but she knew it wasn't fast enough. Her gown heavily restricted her movements and she felt a spout of annoyance at the fact that the ridiculously expensive outfit, which she had been dressed in solely to impress the neighboring royal family, was now potentially risking her life. Trees and briars were tearing at the fine material and thin lines of blood speckled her exposed skin. It didn't phase her though; she kept running. If her guard was still going while he was covered in blood and who knows how injured, then she could manage some scrapes.
The sound of running water touched her ears at the same moment she began to hear the shouts of the bandits behind them. Rhine put on a burst of speed, the world around her blurring as she focused solely on reaching the water. Different scenarios and possibilities were flashing through her mind - avoid the water and run along the river because then they would stay dry and warm or swim across the river and come out on the opposite bank and keep running. Both seemed too slow and either way the bandits would easily see where they'd gone and quickly catch up to them. As she riverbank came into view, an idea struck her. The river was moving quickly, quite quickly. Quickly enough that it would sweep them downstream before the bandits could realize where they had gone. Quickly enough that even if the bandits guessed at it where their prize had gone, they more than likely wouldn't risk the river. Rhine knew this river. It ran through a large portion of the kingdom and neighboring lands, sure and powerful. It's current was strong and it's water was deep. While it wasn't a very broad river, it could quickly tire out even the best of their soldiers if they didn't cross it quickly enough - and the princess had no intention of crossing it at all. They would need to stay afloat in the river's water long enough for it to carry them downstream. They had no other option.
They were nearly upon the riverbank now. Rhine cast a glance over her shoulder at the guard behind her, her blue eyes quickly assessing him and then the bandits she could begin to see in the distance behind him. She met the guard's gaze for a moment more before she whipped back around, sprinting the final gap between them and the water. She briefly wondered if the guard had been able to see her decision in her face, if he had been able to see the fierceness in her eyes and the stubborn resolve in the tightness of her jaw. She wondered if he had any clue that his princess, a girl who was supposed to be tame and gentle and submissive, was about to launch herself into the wild torrent of the river.
Rhine came to a halt at the edge of the roaring water, turning to look at the man who now reached her side. "We're going to jump into this river and we're going to swim as hard as we can to stay afloat because we're not crossing it and this river will kill us if we let it. We're going to let it pull us downstream while somehow managing to not let it pull us under and we're going to swim to the other shore as soon as we're far enough away from here and these bandits." She spoke with the firmness of a royal, but none of the formality. She didn't wait for his response; she didn't need to. He was under oath to her just by being in the royal guard and even if he decided to deem her insane and not follow, she was going. Without another word, she waded out into the water.
It took about three steps before the bank abruptly dipped off, opening into the heart of the river and bringing with it suddenly deep and fast waters. The current took her, rushing the young woman downstream. She didn't look back to see what decision the guard had made. Her whole being was focused on staying above the surface of the river. Her dress had become a soaking weight against her body and she struggled with the fabric clinging to her pumping legs. Large rocks were scattered throughout and the water sloshed high over their sides, drenching the princess as it splashed back down into the river. Her arms were already tiring but she felt a small glimmer of hope at knowing that the current was moving so fast that she wouldn't have to be in these waters much longer before she would be a safe distance downstream and could swim to shore. The moment was short-lived as blinding pain shot through her as the right side of her body slammed harshly in a rock hidden beneath the surface. The air knocked out of her in a sharp cry as the jagged edge of the rock tore across her leg, her blood instantly coloring the water around her. Her head dipped below the surface as she struggled to regain her steady strokes. Rhine pushed back above the water, her vision blurring for a moment before the world was clear again. She angled toward the shore, swimming the best she could, ignoring the flaring pain in her leg. She was quickly losing strength but she still swam, refusing to acknowledge the fact that her strokes were growing weaker and it was becoming more and more of a struggle just to keep her head above the water. Her gaze was fixed on the shore and she swam with every last ounce of her energy. In the back of her mind, she hoped the guard was fairing better than herself, whether he had followed her into the river or decided on another route.
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Post by ΟΓΈlΖαΉ‘αΉΓΈΟ α¦ on Jul 27, 2018 20:42:13 GMT -5
i love your writing btw!
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Post by aether on Jul 29, 2018 2:24:14 GMT -5
[ sorry for not being on! i was moving house today so pretty busy haha cx will get my reply up when i can! ^^
also, thank you so much! i was actually thinking how immaculate your posts seem to be compared to mine xD ]
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Post by ΟΓΈlΖαΉ‘αΉΓΈΟ α¦ on Jul 29, 2018 7:33:02 GMT -5
girl i feel youuuu. i recently had to move out from one college apartment just to move five minutes away to another and it took like two days lmao
& thank you! yours are just as immaculate ^^
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Post by aether on Jul 30, 2018 7:24:52 GMT -5
If it weren't for the adrenaline that coursed and seared through his veins, Rhys would surely have crumpled to the ground in agony. The gush on his side ceased to rest, and the running only made the claws of pain dig deeper and pull harder. It was merely the image in front of him with the Princess with her layers of skirts hiked up, her running for her life and yet there was no guarantee that running would even be able to save them, that enabled him to continue moving. With the bandits whooping behind them, snapping branches as they all gave chase like starved wolves, Rhys was afraid that they would be cornered with no where to go. He could smell the scent of his own metallic blood under his nose and had to blink quickly to keep it out from his eye, but he remained almost inhumanely composed. He'd come to terms with death many years ago. The fact he was still alive was mere chance. But at this moment, it wasn't his life. It was the life of the Princess, the stranger whom he had sworn his loyalty too. And if Rhys was anything, he was ferociously loyal.
There was a moment of hesitation when he saw the Princess halt ahead of him, he hadn't realised they'd made it to the river so soon. He stared at the rushing water, knowing all to well that this river did not treat it's occupants kindly - although the crashing bandits reinforced the fact that the trees were no longer a viable option. His hand reached up and grabbed the hilt of his sword tightly, his ocean eyes crashed like waves when he turned his gaze to the Princess, for a moment he opened his mouth to say something but he had no words to speak, and she turned away. He stepped forward to follow and winced as, suddenly like a breeze, the pain from his gush came to the surface. Their little stop had given time for his body to catch up. It curled and hugged his sides, made him inhale sharply and give a ragged cough, but he continued onward without complaint.
He wanted to rebuttal at her order, to give a reason why jumping into the water was actually just as deadly as the bandits behind them. But before he could form words. Before he could consider cohesive reasons, she was gone. She swept away so fast that he instinctively stepped forward and reached for her with his hand as though he were going to catch her from falling over a cliff. He saw flashes of blonde hair moving quickly downwards, fast... dangerously fast. He hissed to himself before glancing over his shoulder - a dirty bandit with greasy black hair was almost toppling over himself to reach Rhys. That was when his fate was sealed. Curse you. Rhys wanted to scream it. But he was suddenly submerged in the water. Initially, the icy cold of the water was both soothing and painful on Rhys side as he splashed to keep his head above the surface. The weight of his sword on his belt tugged him beneath the surface and his body felt weakened from the battle and the injuries and the running... he could only imagine how the Princess would have felt in those heavy dresses. She could hardly run in them let alone swim - a noble Princess like herself probably had very little to do with water in her life.
He let the water take him. In fact, he swam with the white water, doing his best to kick forward with his legs and push forward with his arms. Then, by the luck of all the stars, he crashed into something. His legs suddenly became tangled in wet, tugging fabric, but he kicked them free. It was the Princess... if we ever survive, I'll tell her how stupid this was. Rhys thought while he spluttered dirty water from his mouth. He swept one of his arms around the Princess' waist and instantly felt her added weight. He could tell her swimming stroke was weak, as was his, but together it was a slow manoeuvre. Rhys could not communicate with the water filling his mouth and nostrils, although he wished he could offer some encouragement. The water pushed them downstream and their strokes slowly - but surely - moved them across to the other side. It felt like hours. It felt excruciating. It felt heavenly when his feet finally touched the edge, it was mushy like mud until they moved further up and the ground became more solid. It was then that Rhys let go of the Princess, and he gasped heavily.
"I can't believe... we're alive." His voice was somewhat shaky, which was embarrassing to say the least, but his whole body was feeling like melted butter. His knees shook where he stood, added with the blood and water mixture on his face and the crimson stained shirt, he certainly was a sore sight. He stepped out of the cold water and let himself fall to the ground on his knees, but he kept his attention on the Princess. "How do you fare? Are you hurt?" He panted still and eyed the red stain dripping down her leg that answered his question. He reached forward and flinched as the movement pulled on his sensitive side, but he continued reaching forward regardless out of pure stubbornness for his bodies limits. "We need to apply pressure to the wound, quickly." He used his other hand to grab a small blade from his belt and brought it to the hem of his shirt which he ripped and tore in one swift motion. It was not good for his fashion but it was a suitable bandage to tie around the wound, which he handed to her. |
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Post by aether on Jul 30, 2018 7:25:40 GMT -5
girl i feel youuuu. i recently had to move out from one college apartment just to move five minutes away to another and it took like two days lmao
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Post by ΟΓΈlΖαΉ‘αΉΓΈΟ α¦ on Jul 30, 2018 8:02:03 GMT -5
yeah forreal it's totally deceiving as to how much work it actually is
is your family moving out of their home or is it just your place?
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Post by aether on Jul 30, 2018 8:08:14 GMT -5
i didn't think i even had much stuff until i started packing lol
i'm moving into my boyfriends house, but it's 2 and a half hours from my family home. pretty crazy haha
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Post by ΟΓΈlΖαΉ‘αΉΓΈΟ α¦ on Jul 30, 2018 8:22:08 GMT -5
ooohhhh that'll be so fun though! I've been dating my boyfriend since I was sixteen and I'm twenty now and we've been long distance most of our relationship bc after high school we went to different colleges that are 3 hours apart and I cannot wait to be able to live with him after I'm done with school. totally jealous of ya xD
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Post by aether on Jul 30, 2018 8:27:37 GMT -5
aww, that's cute! i hope that you guys can finally live together after college! that'll be so fun.
my bf and i have been together almost 2 years and yeah, we were distance too. 2 and a half hours drive, but i used to catch the train because it was cheaper and easier since the only way to drive is through the city with tolls, and the train ride was 5 hours v.v
distance is not fun! although you defffff already know that cx
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Post by ΟΓΈlΖαΉ‘αΉΓΈΟ α¦ on Jul 30, 2018 8:56:52 GMT -5
oh yeahhhh hahah i know the struggle. it's definitely not for everyone. that's so exciting though that you guys won't be long distance anymore! i'm sure there's no better feeling than that c:
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Post by aether on Jul 30, 2018 20:20:39 GMT -5
ye! i'm happy C:
also, sorry it took me so long to post my reply - it was like... how is just moving boxes so exhausting xD
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Post by ΟΓΈlΖαΉ‘αΉΓΈΟ α¦ on Aug 2, 2018 18:11:54 GMT -5
hahah no worries, I'm the one apologizing now xD my family has been traveling for being on vacation this week so I've been super busy but I have steady wifi now so I should be able to reply soon!
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