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Post by Schtinky on Aug 31, 2016 13:34:58 GMT -5
Please be literate(decent punctuation and grammar). Don't be too advanced it's difficult for me to respond to such long responses. My responses are usually about 3-5 sentences or more and sometimes I can do a couple paragraphs. Also please be active. I'm looking for someone who is on almost everyday and posts alot((Let me know beforehand if you're going to be gone a while please))
Plot ~
Setting is in medieval times.
Your character is a princess and mine is a wanted thief.
The princess gets kidnapped by a small group of bandits and the thief rescues her.
The thief is gravely wounded during the rescue though and the princess sneaks him back to the castle to help him.
Overtime the two develop feelings for each other. However the King and Queen soon find out about the thief and want him hanged.
What will happen? ; o
Princess ~ Vitiatus
Thief ~ Spirit
Spirit's chara~
Atticus Elkfyre | FC | Male | 23 | 6'3 Atticus has a slim, athletic build and slightly tanned olive skin. He has medium length, messy dark brunette hair and some stubble along his jawline. He has heterochromia; his left eye is green and his right sky blue. He has numerous lash scars criss crossing along his back and another small scar cutting through his left brow. His usual attire consists of an old, long sleeved black shirt and a leathery black vest. Dark jeans, leather boots and a dark hooded cloak. He also carries a quiver and bow on his back. Despite being a criminal, Atticus is quite kind and gentle towards those he cares about. Though he is incredibly hostile towards people he dislikes or doesn't trust.
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Post by Schtinky on Aug 31, 2016 15:33:27 GMT -5
boop!))
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Post by Schtinky on Aug 31, 2016 16:53:26 GMT -5
-dances- ))
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Post by Schtinky on Aug 31, 2016 17:44:08 GMT -5
anyone? ))
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 31, 2016 18:02:02 GMT -5
{{ Mind if I claim?~ }}
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Post by Schtinky on Aug 31, 2016 18:03:21 GMT -5
Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs ~ Yes! Hello! : D ))
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 31, 2016 18:09:17 GMT -5
{{ hello hello hi!~ ^^ }}
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Post by Schtinky on Aug 31, 2016 18:16:13 GMT -5
Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs ~ ^v^ Is it okay if you start? If not I'll try thinking up a starter~ ))
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 31, 2016 18:26:33 GMT -5
{{ yeah, of course!!~ might take me a long while though ^^ gotta find some dinner. did you want a character description or a face claim? }}
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Post by Schtinky on Aug 31, 2016 18:30:10 GMT -5
Oki dokes! Do whichever you'd like ^^ ))
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 31, 2016 18:37:49 GMT -5
Anastasiya Ivanov
She let out a huff of impatience, tapping her manicured nails impatiently against the door of the carriage she was currently located in. She was trying desperately not to fall asleep, distracting herself by gazing out the window and making noises with her nails. The soft lulling sounds of the horses pulling the carriage, as well as the gentle shaking of the vehicle as it traveled through the dense woods, were taunting her to succumb and shut her heavy eyes. She was on her way to visit an old friend, desperately needing Anya's company. Her childhood friend always seemed to think of the right things to say to the other, her words and tone of voice was constantly reassuring. Her Father, King Ivanov, was getting under her skin once more. This was growing increasingly common as the months passed by and Anastasiya found herself wishing she was born a male. If she was, there would be no problem. He continued to pester her, insisting that she needed a bodyguard to follow her at all times. To follow her every movements and make sure her surroundings were always safe. It was despicable, really. Anastasiya didn't need a babysitter. She was 21 for Pete's sake. How long was this trip taking?? The air in this carriage was chilling and she held her furs closer around her body, nuzzling her face into the soft material. At times, she was glad for her bloodline. It did have some perks, despite the danger and burden it placed upon her. After all, she was her Father's only child. It was on her shoulders to birth an heir to the throne. Sighing to herself, she closed her eyes. Maybe it would be okay to sleep just for a little bit, right? However, the universe was not on her side. Her eyes snapped open at the sharp whinnies of the royal horses, hearing them snort with anxiety. She was raised with those creatures, she understood them well. Hearing these sounds was quite unnerving to her and she bit her lip in confusion. "James..?" She questioned, wondering what was wrong. She was met with silence, shortly followed with a scream and a thump. Her heart was lodged in her throat and she numbly hugged her furs closer around her. Sure, she knew self defense. Her Father was always so cautious that he decided it would be important for his only child to know how to defend herself. But here, she had nothing to use for protection. Anastasiya held her breath, her ears straining for any noise. And when the door slammed open, her breath caught in her throat as she stared at the grinning figure staring down at her. She shuddered, a wave of fear shooting down her spine.
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Post by Schtinky on Aug 31, 2016 19:20:39 GMT -5
It's fine! If it were longer it'd be harder for me to respond.. Also I was hoping we would start right at the kidnapping))
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 31, 2016 19:21:29 GMT -5
{{ oh, oops!! I apologize! I will edit it as soon as I can! }}
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Post by Schtinky on Aug 31, 2016 19:22:32 GMT -5
It's okayy and oki dokes >v< ))
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 31, 2016 19:23:17 GMT -5
{{ it'll take me a while bc I'm eating rn ^^; }}
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Post by Schtinky on Aug 31, 2016 19:25:59 GMT -5
No worries, take all the time you need ~))
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 31, 2016 20:32:01 GMT -5
{{ it's fixed!~ }}
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Post by Schtinky on Aug 31, 2016 21:05:35 GMT -5
Sorry for taking forever! So many distractions and I;m horrid at at background characters. I'm nearly done))
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 31, 2016 21:31:43 GMT -5
{{ lol it's no big deal~ }}
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Post by Schtinky on Aug 31, 2016 21:33:23 GMT -5
Sorry again for taking so long i got distracted again sobs! The rest of my responses should be quicker! ~ ))
The young woman was grabbed by the arm and pulled out of the carriage roughly. The large, grisly looking man looked her over and grinned wickedly, “Oi Marcus. Lookie what we have ‘ere! It’s the princess!” "Really?" Another man whom was busily looting the pockets of 'James' looked up and eyed the woman. She definitely looked like royalty. "Holy sh**! You weren't kiddin!" The princess's captor chuckled, "Yeah. Go grab some rope.. You're gonna make us very rich princess." the end of his sentence came out more of a sneer. His grip of her tightened, to ensure she wouldn't be able to escape so easily. ~~ Further up the path a hooded man rode a large chestnut horse. The horse whinnied and stopped suddenly, stomping the ground with its hooves and snorting in annoyance. The man sighed, "Come on girl. I know you're tired. Next town is just a little ways ahead." he reached out to pet the creature. Suddenly there was a scream and his head snapped up. 'What was that?.. Sounded like it was up ahead..' he thought. The man was now curious and slid off his horse. "Stay Koko!" he ordered. The horse just snorted in response but stayed put. He then stepped into the forest(to avoid being seen) and made his way towards where the sound had come from.
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 31, 2016 21:51:46 GMT -5
{{ i promise you, it's okay! i get distracted sometimes too ^^ it happens to the best of us c: }}
His grip around her arm was painful, the pressure increasing ever so slightly as he pulled at her. She bit back a cry of pain, not wanting to give the man and his partner the satisfaction. There was definitely going to be a bruise on her pale skin, that much she was sure of.
She knew this wasn't going to end well, it was completely obvious. She hadn't sent a messenger to Anya to announce her arrival and scolded herself for being so forgetful. Anastasiya also hadn't told her Father about her whereabouts, not desiring to have him pressure her about getting a permanent guard. But right now, as she faced an uncertain future, perhaps her Father was right. She despised admitting it, but it was probably true.
"My Father will have you killed before you reach the palace gates, you should just let me go now." She scoffed indignantly, as if this whole scene was traumatizing to her. She wasn't one to be a "damsel in distress," no matter how much help she needed. She wasn't the type of girl who enjoyed those fairy tales. Anastasiya knew full well that if she ever made it out of this situation alive, she wouldn't be sleeping for quite a number of nights.
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Post by Schtinky on Aug 31, 2016 22:13:07 GMT -5
"Oh shut up b****." the bandit growled. Marcus returned with the rope and the other forced the womans' hands behind her back as they bound her wrists together. ~~ The hooded man soon arrived at the scene, sticking close to the shadows from the trees of the forest. The first thing he noticed was the coach of the carriage, dead on the ground with an arrow sticking from his head. He figured the carriage was jumped by bandits. He then heard voices and moved a bit to see two men and woman. He reached for his bow when he noticed the bandits were tying the woman. 'Just great..' he thought, annoyed. The man didn't like getting involved with bandits' dirty work but he didn't like seeing innocents getting hurt by them. He notched an arrow and pulled back the string, aiming it steadily at the man whole held onto the princess. A gust of wind blew the second he released the arrow, making the arrow move slightly so that it only grazed the bandits cheek. ~~ "The hell?!" the bandit jumped and looked back, seeing an arrow piercing the tree just behind him. "Someones here." he growled to his companion and he quickly unsheathed a long blade and held it to Anastasiya's through. "Come out or she dies!" ~~ He cursed quietly, annoyed that the wind ruined his shot. He sighed and notched another arrow onto his bow before stepping out onto the path. "Listen, I don't want any trouble. Just let the girl go." he demanded.
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 31, 2016 22:51:11 GMT -5
Okay, so maybe Anastasiya let out a little squeak of alarm when an arrow shot out of nowhere and landed itself on the tree behind both her and the bandit. But who could blame her really? It came as a surprise, the small weapon barely grazing the man who tied her hands quite tightly behind her back. She inwardly cursed, knowing full well that bruises were going to marr her wrists as well. She hated it when her porcelain skin was damaged, hating the way it looked and made her feel. A small, sullen part of her wished that the arrow didn't miss, wished that it hit its target square on the face. But like she said before, the universe was never on her side. Sometimes, yes. Most of the time, no.
Her cobalt eyes peered at the hooded figure curiously and for a moment, she completely forgot about the scene going on around her as she became lost in her own thoughts. It was odd, to say in the least, for someone to be in this deeper part of the forest. The pathway she had directed James on was almost forgotten, only mentioned in old stories woven together by the Elders of the kingdom. She had heard about it from her Nanny years ago, discovering the said path a few months back. Having the bandits on the trail was surprising enough, but another figure? This day was just growing worse by the minute.
And it wasn't getting any better with the introduction of a blade to her throat.
It brought her out of her mind, bringing her back to reality. Her nostrils flared at the sudden appearance of the weapon, her entire body tensing up as she felt the cool metal rest upon her throat. It wasn't comfortable at all, being wedged in between the bandit and his blade. If she ever made it out of her, Anastasiya was definitely burning this entire outfit. She almost shuddered at the thought of how long it must've been since the man holding her last had a shower. Disgusting.
Her attention was caught however by the sudden appearance of the one who caused the arrow, already drawing up another one. His words made her breath catch in her throat and she squirmed in the grasp of the bandit. She wanted to get away, she actually wanted to go back home, even if it meant she would receive a long scolding from her Father. Because if the hooded man got rid of the bandits, what was he going to do to her? It was clear that Anastasiya was wealthy, she even held the aura of a Royal. Who knew what he would do with the sudden chance at riches??
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Post by Schtinky on Aug 31, 2016 23:05:14 GMT -5
"Go to hell!" the bandit snapped, giving the hooded man a venomous glare. "Kill 'em!" he ordered his comrade. The second bandit hesitantly unsheathed a blade and charged at the man who quickly sidestepped and drew a blade of his own, stabbing the bandit in the side as he ran right past. After the bandit fell to the ground the man sheathed his bloody blade and turned back towards the remaining bandit. "Are you going to let the girl go or will I have to put an arrow between your eyes?" The womans' captor was in shock that his companion had been taken down so quickly. But he didn't want to lose the chance at getting rich. He pressed the blade deeper against the girls throat, causing a thin line of blood to drip from the small cut it caused. "Piss off or she dies!" he threatened again. However the hooded stranger seemed unphased by the bandits threats. "Second option it is then." the hooded figure said calmly, and drew his bow and fired the arrow. Before the bandit could get a chance to react the arrow pierced his skull, killing him instantly.
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 31, 2016 23:33:07 GMT -5
She immediately took a few steps away from the fallen bandit, relieved at the fact that he had fallen. She placed a hand to her throat as she moved away, her gentle fingers feeling a slight wetness. As she pulled her hand away to look down at it, Anastasiya made a disapproving sound. She frowned, momentarily forgetting where she was, clearly distraught at the small cut. She supposed she would have to wear chokers around the bandage she would have to put around her neck. It would be a pain doing so, but anything was better than her Father pestering her with a countless number of questions.
Speaking about the King, her head shot up back over to where the hooded figure stood. A shiver ran down her body and she hugged herself tightly, glad that her furs were still on her shoulders. But what was he going to do now? What was she going to do now? Why didn't she listen to her Father? Was he going to kidnap her? Was she going to die? Were her hopes all for naught? Would she be sold to someone with the highest bid?
Her mind bubbled with an endless array of questions but she made no move to voice any of them. Truth be told, Anastasiya was terrified. She never faced a situation such as this and was at a loss on what to do. Perhaps acting grateful to start off would be the right thing? After all, he did just save her life, whether he was going to kidnap her or not. And despite acting like an insolent child more times than she should, she had manners. She was the Princess after all.
So, she said the only thing that seemed appropriate.
"Thank you. Really." Anastasiya murmured, keeping her voice loud enough for him to hear but still keeping it somewhat quiet. Her voice was breathy, as if she had just ran a few miles.
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Post by Schtinky on Aug 31, 2016 23:52:25 GMT -5
Atticus put away his bow. "No need to thank me." he responded, looking the woman up and down. She definitely wasn't a peasant.. The way she dressed was fancy and expensive. Was she one of the royals?.. No, that's not possible. Why on earth would one of the royals travel through a forest like this? "Would you like an escort back home?" he questioned. "There could be more bandits arou-." his sentence was cut off by the sound of flesh tearing and a sharp pain ripping through his middle. The bandit he had stabbed wasn't dead. He'd gotten back up and plunged his long blade through the mans' abdomen and tore it upwards to his chest before twisting it sharply and yanking it out. The man let out a strangled cry of pain, dropping to his knees and clutching the wound. Blood was pouring from it like a faucet. "You're gonna pay for killing Henry you bas****!" the bandit growled, anger in his tone. He raised the blade over his head, ready to bring it down onto the man and end his life. Before the bandit could continue his attack Atticus quickly twisted around and kicked out, knocking the bandits feet from under him and quickly unsheathed his bloodied blade again, slashing the bandits throat once he was down. He cursed angrily at the now dead bandit, pissed off that he had let his guard down. "Fu-!" another bolt of pain coursed through him and he clasped the wound tighter, trying to stop the blood flowing out.
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Sept 1, 2016 0:24:08 GMT -5
Her eyes widened as the scene before her unfolded in a flash, her body and mind both too slow to process anything that was going on. Her instincts finally kicked in when her rescuer hunched over in pain, hands clasped around the wound; no thanks to the immobile body beside him. She urged her legs to carry her over to where he stood and she bent over his hunched form, a look of worry and fear making its way onto her face. She much rather preferred to keep a neutral expression but right now, right this very second it didn't matter.
Anastasiya spat out a string of curses as her eyes took in the damage he was trying to hide with his hands, the scarlet liquid still spilling from the cracks of his fingers. She was somewhat glad that her Nanny wasn't here and was up in Heaven, God rest her soul. The older woman probably would have had a heart attack if she overheard or was told that the Princess muttering words that only left the mouths of the dirtiest of souls. She would most certainly have received a punishment. But that didn't matter right now because the scene laid out before her deserved those curses. Well, that's what she said to reassure herself.
"Okay, okay so pressure. Yeah, pressure. You're already doing that but it's still leaking. Um, oh. Right. Let's use this, shall we?" She rambled, pulling the furs off of her body and wrapping it around his much larger form. She had read somewhere in her Father's library that when people were losing blood, they could have serious bouts of frigidity. She was pleased that it somehow fit him, pleased that the fur could maybe keep him warm, before shaking her head and focusing on what was going on in front of her.
Anastasiya ripped off part of the sleeve of her dress, ignoring the way her skin immediately raised with goosebumps as the cold air embraced it and began to press the expensive cloth on top of the wound. Well, as much as she could. His hands were sort of in the way. "Could.. Could you move your hands? It'll.. It'll make it easier for me to reach, y'know?" She questioned, biting her lip fearfully as she gazed up at him with bright eyes.
She wasn't really taught on what to do in situations like these, but Anastasiya had spent enough time around the Palace's Doctor to ask him all sorts of questions. She learned a bit from the older man, learned how to stop a wound from bleeding and how to keep things from getting infected. She was sure that if she somehow made it back home with this man, that maybe the Doctor would help them. It was worth a shot, no?
But first things first, she had to see if she could somehow manage the blood flow of the wound.
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Post by Schtinky on Sept 1, 2016 0:50:31 GMT -5
(Sorry if this is short. I can't tell how much I typed cuz I'm on mobile rn lol)
Atticus was confused for a moment when the furs were draped over his shoulders though he didn't question it. He felt lightheaded and his breath had become hitched and shallow as he tried his best to stop the bleeding. "Huh? O-okay.." He sounded a bit dazed as pulled his hands away from his wound when the woman asked. Suddenly there was a loud whinny and quick approaching footsteps. Or in this case hoof steps. Koko, the mans chestnut horse had come running down the path at the sound of her owners cry.
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Sept 1, 2016 1:39:27 GMT -5
{{ lol same. Mobile makes everything seem longer than it really is augh ^^; }}
She was taken aback by the horse's sudden appearance, catching herself before she stumbled back and releasing the pressure on the man's wound. How careless would that have been?? Almost assisting in the death of the man who saved her life?? Despicable.
When she allowed her eyes to have a quick glance at the creature that made its way toward them, she almost hummed to herself in approval of how loyal the creature was. She had a thoroughbred with a similar personality back in the Palace Stables, his affection for the Princess running through his veins. The two had been together ever since he was a young foal, always sticking his nose into places where it didn't belong. He was mischievous, sly, and gentle when he needed to be.
She was glad she hadn't brought him with her, not wanting to have her stallion undergo any sort of danger that would cause him anxiety. She loved the equine dearly and her heart tore at the thought of him being hurt because of her.
But right now, she had much more important things to focus on. Like this man's life for example.
Continuing to apply pressure to his wound , Anastasiya's mind raced with ideas on how she could somehow get the both of them into the Palace undetected. She looked like she was in an unstable state, with her sleeve torn and her neck lined with a small cut. Her hair was unruly and any servant there would most certainly alert her Father. Which was something she did not want.
Plus, who knew who this man was. He could be a wanted criminal and Anastasiya didn't know about it. And really, she didn't care. After all, he saved her life and was drastically wounded in the process. She couldn't let him die here, her guilty conscience wouldn't let her. She felt that she owed him a massive debt.
Anastasiya glanced around the forest they were surrounded in as she continuously checked his wound, gritting her teeth when the cloth was almost completely soaked in the short period of time that had passed. This wasn't good.
Spotting the carriage and the two horses that were still there, the two creatures who pawed at the ground nervously, a smile made its way on to her face. She knew it must've been unusual, smiling under circumstances like this. But a wave of good luck came her way, she wasn't going to waste it.
"Do you think you can make your way over there?" She questioned softly, bending over so her words would reach his ears. She pointed over at the device, hoping he could. If so, she could attach his horse to the other two and they could all be on their merry way back home. Anastasiya could think of a plan to sneak the man inside to see the Doctor. She just had to.
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Post by Schtinky on Sept 1, 2016 2:15:58 GMT -5
Atticus hadn't even noticed his horse trotting over to them, he was to dazed by the blood loss and trying not to slip into unconsciousness. He nodded meekly in response to the woman's question, his gaze moving to where she pointed. "I think.. Yes.." He responded quietly, voice cracking with pain. Usually the thief didn't accept help so willingly like this. He didn't even know if he could trust this woman. But he didn't really have any other options right now. He was dying and this woman just might be able to save him. He slowly pushed himself off the ground to his feet, wincing at the pain that pulsed through his torso with every movement. A wave of dizziness crashed over him when he finally stood and he thought he'd fall over but he just swayed a bit.
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