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Post by Haven on Sept 10, 2024 16:34:01 GMT -5
(I don't have any specific plot ideas for my characters. I'm pretty go with the flow, so I would be open to suggestions. As for romance, I can see Cerise being straight and Ren being bi.)
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 10, 2024 16:57:30 GMT -5
( I’ll get that starter out Polar !
And Haven I could make another woman character and you can see who she’d fit best with. With Ren being a traveler he could have come crossed her in a small village and she had been maybe pick pocketing someone and got caught and he comes to her rescue. She actually ends up being on the run from her parents because they want her to marry some gross older man for money and she refuses so she’s on the run ? )
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Post by Haven on Sept 10, 2024 18:57:22 GMT -5
(Sure, that sounds good!)
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 10, 2024 19:09:05 GMT -5
( Sweet! I got an inspiration for her ! Ill get her worked on and should be done in like 30-45 minutes (: )
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 10, 2024 19:14:15 GMT -5
Abbilen Sownlace Queen of the Kingdom of the Sun
After getting dressed for the luncheon of the Chosen, the Queen descended from her cambers in search of her son. Freyman became her life. His birth was brutal and bloody , she spent a whole night laboring with him until he made his way into this world kicking and screaming. Her husband had promised her no more after he was born. He had a son and a daughter. She despised Maylin. She should not be heir to the throne, her dear son should. He was the first born and only son of the king. Maylin should have been married off as soon as she was 10 and 8 but the king refused. Abbilen had pleaded and begged the king to change his mind only for it to fall on deaf ears and on partially bad occasions she earned a slap to the face. But that didn’t stop her. For years she had been secretly planning on having Maylin “disappear” and she was about to launch that plan when the disgusting thing she called her step daughter was Chosen. Now Abbilen couldn’t follow through with her plans without ruining everyone's chances of survival, it would have to wait. Coming down the last few steps, she spotted her son close to the main door. The scowl that she had been wearing a moment ago fell at the sight of him. “Freyman,” she called out as she walked towards him. She licked her finger and smudged down the tuff of hair that was sticking up. “You stay away from that dreadful thing you call a sister today,” she cupped his cheek softly. “Maybe she’ll die upon the battlefield and you can finally take your rightful place,” her voice was rather hopeful sounding and didn't bother to even try hide that hope. |
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 10, 2024 19:57:42 GMT -5
( oooo shes up Haven , her name is Ourania , she under the Winter Kingdoms Low Houses ) |
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Post by Haven on Sept 10, 2024 20:05:06 GMT -5
(Awe, she's so cute!)
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 10, 2024 20:14:57 GMT -5
thank you! do you want me to reply to your starter? )
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 10, 2024 20:15:46 GMT -5
( shoot i gotta go back in and add her ability , she's an elf )
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Post by Haven on Sept 10, 2024 20:17:09 GMT -5
(Sure, if not I can have Ren show up wherever she is.)
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 10, 2024 20:48:05 GMT -5
✧༺♥༻∞ Ourania Faerwyn ✧༺♥༻∞ the Pink Star, the RunAway
Wondering the streets in a village on the outskirts of the Kingdom of the Sun, light pink hair wisps in the light breeze that had been blowing through. A small figure was shrouded in a dark blue clock with golden flowering embroidery was making its way through the street. Her foot steps almost silent. Under the cloak she was wearing brown knee high boots , slim fitting men's cream colored trousers and a lose fitting dark blue tunic. She kept her head down making sure not to make eye contact with anyone as she made her way down the dirt road. It was hot under the cloak but it was necessary for what she was about to do next. She needed a way to a safer place to stay, she had been running for so long, she just wanted to rest.
Seeing a man haggling with a vender about some sort of vegetable. She very quietly started to veer her way towards them. Her heart was hammer in her chest but she couldn't let the anxiety stop her now. She approached closer and then quickly swiped the coin purse at the mans waist band. "What the- Hey! Get back here you thief!" Ourania began running , pushing past buys and smallfolk as she tried to make her escape. She could hear him right behind her cursing at her. Just when she thought she was about to get away, she tripped over a rock embedded within the dirt road. Falling face shirt onto the road the air was knocked from her lungs.
As she was trying to get up, a hand grabbed the back of her hood and her hair as he pulled her up and she met the angry eyes of the man she had stolen from. "You ***** ," he growled at her and then lifted her by her hair to her feet to face him. His face inches from her he spat," I should kill you where you stand. Slit your throat and be done with you." His eyes slid disgusting along her body, an sadistic smirk crawling onto his lips. "Or maybe you can make it up to me in another way." Her light pink eyes widen with fear," Just take your money back and leave me alone!" |
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Post by Haven on Sept 10, 2024 21:36:43 GMT -5
Renwick
Nearby Ren was doing his best to haggle with a fishmonger. He knew that it was unlikely the man would sell him anything below the value... and with this being a desert kingdom, that value was hardly in their budget, but Ren also knew that in such heat, fish would easily spoil and if he held out long enough and annoyed the man he may get something that he would have to throw out anyway. Having a dragon standing over his shoulder usually provided an intimidation factor, but the drool hanging from Brimstone's mouth certainly dulled that edge. "What the- Hey! Get back here you thief!" Instinctively he froze, before realizing that the shout had come from further down the street. Part of him wanted to keep pressing the fishmonger, but his curiosity got the better and he twisted around to see where a small group of people were gathering. " Ren, the food!" Brimstone insisted, noticing his rider distraction. "Just take your money back and leave me alone!" The dark haired young man looked back at the fish stall and then to the crowd again, "Come on Brim, the fish smells close to rotting anyway." The dragon gave an almost dog-like whine before following Ren over to where people were watching whatever was going on. At least having a dragon still made it easy to part a crowd. He saw a brutish looking oaf holding up a girl with a threatening grin. " I could melt his boots to the stone if my stomach weren't so empty," Brimstone grumbled, watching as Ren brushed him off to step closer. "Is that right, did you say this girl was a thief?" he asked, moving with cautious purpose into the man's space, placing one hand on the elbow of the arm he was using to hold the girl, "Because if that's the case, then let me pay for her debt. How much did she steal?" |
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Sept 10, 2024 23:08:53 GMT -5
( I'm definitely open to it MotherOfSolace! I just thought you might want to get to know Tsu a little more first? I took your 'most magic is evil and leads to the Blood King' & ran with it ^^" So Kira is more heroic than he first appears while Tsu is more villainous! They're foils for each other after all~
Okay Haven! What do you think of Cerise delivering something to the castle like you mentioned before, and I could have someone intercept her to enlist her help in repairing something? That way her work will be directly acknowledged by the princes and could give her an 'in' so to speak?
My post comes first but I'm also working on a tavern owner and his not-son who will probably be a scribe? Not sure yet... )
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Sept 11, 2024 4:58:23 GMT -5
☆ ☆ ☆ Hoshina Kirari, Heir To The Shogunate ☆ ☆ ☆ ~~~
Kirari followed Tsuruya more by feel than by sight; instinctively falling into his shadow, seeking the warmth and light that he radiated. It wasn't a visible or magical light- the prince's every step is weightless, the buoyancy of his convivial personality reflected in other ways. The careless lift of his chin. The brilliance in his red eyes. The faint chiming of bells that announce his every graceful move. Without his iron restraint confining Kirari to his side, the deeply missed familiarity of having his best friend so near could bring him to tears. Kirari had scarcely the mental capacity to register one overwhelming emotion at a time. One horror after another. They are still technically in public, but he can feel his projection of perfect serenity fracturing as the bodies around them lessen. He'd hardly been able to make sense of things before Tsuruya was whisking him off to meet the Sun KIngdom's royalty. No longer forced to smile and appear composed, the original frayed state of his mind seems to creep up on him. Once again dulling his senses and causing the pounding of his heart to echo in his ears.
Kirari bumps into Tsuruya's back when he stops suddenly, struggling to make sense of the voices that seem to float over him.
"-and these are your rooms, your imperial highness."
"I see, thank you. You can give his to our lady knights."
"Ah, but-?"
"This one is enough."
The door presumably opens, and Tsuruya strides in with Kirari ever on his heels. It closes behind him without either of their efforts. Kirari is staring at some blurry spot on the prince's back when he's suddenly met with his chest. The collar has been loosened, revealing a silvery criss-cross scar that wasn't there the last time they'd seen eachother. This sudden change in what was once familiar scenery finally succeeds in rousing him from his foggy state, and the taller elf blinks at him in a daze. His lashes feel heavy and wet.
For a moment, Tsuruya just stares at him in impassive silence. Then, "it was difficult, wasn't it?"
As if his words had broken a weakened dam, Kirari's breath hitches and his chest rises and falls at a rate that doesn't match the amount or quality of air that he is inhaling. It feels as if he's losing more than he's gaining. His chest tightens as if a fist is squeezing his heart. His head spins. The room spins. Kirari sways.
"I- it- I'm s-sorry-"
When his legs lose their strength, Tsuruya drops with him. He uses hands on Kirari's forearms to slow his descent, then pulls the pale-haired elf into his arms. Kirari buries his face, already dampening the rich silk with tears. Tsu turns his head so that his pointed ear is pressed against his chest. "Listen," he tells him gently. "Just listen, and breathe with me."
It's a struggle, but it's also another familiar aspect of their time together. Kirari's breath hitches, lungs contracting in silent sobs, but throughout it all he hears the resounding beat of Tsuru's heart. Eventually, he finds that he can focus on the familiar sound. It never sped or faltered. Not when Tsuru's older brother had hurled abuse at them. Not when they'd been scolded for leaving the safety of the palace, and not even when they'd come face to face with a would-be assassin. Kirari has never heard them, but he imagines Tsu's heartbeat is like a wardrum. The sign of a steady, inexorable advance. Never retreating a single step. A sound to rally behind.
Faltering at first, he manages to slow his own heartbeat somewhat to match. To take deep breaths in, hold them, and let them out as Tsuruya demonstrates. He isn't aware of how long it takes, but eventually his tense body slumps into the one holding him and he tiredly blinks eyes that he didn't remember closing. Tsuruya's heartbeat has another effect- it often lulls him to sleep. And the man himself isn't helping by humming the lullaby that he'd sing to Kirari during nights in childhood when he'd hide from storms under his covers.
"Thank you." He mumbles softly, voice hoarse. "But don't put me to sleep, we still have to-"
"We'll have time." Tsuruya asserts, carefully removing the kanzashi that pin his hair up in its elaborate rose shape. "Remember what I said about being fashionably late?"
"Not for this." Kirari protests, even though his stomach swoops at the thought of going out and facing the world again.
"You have time. Just close your eyes, I'll wake you." His voice is so soothing and convincing that Kirari doesn't find it in him to protest any more. Surviving on the streets, even if only for a few months, drastically cut down on the amount and quality of his sleep. He can't remember the last time he'd felt safe enough to manage more than a few hard-fought hours. Oh, wait. He can. In painstaking detail-
Tsuruya shushes him although he hasn't made a sound. "I'm here. I will always be here."
Another dubious promise, but believing in it helps him drift off with some measure of comfort.
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"Tsu, your crown-piece is lopsided."
"Eh? I've straightened it twice already!"
Kirari sighs, though his lips quirk upward with tired amusement. "Where are Asa and the others?" It isn't as if they're unaccustomed to getting dressed without servants, but it would certainly be faster to have the extra help.
Tsuruya steps closer and tilts his head so that the pale-haired elf can reach over and fix his hair. "I dismissed them until the midday meal, they've had a longer and more taxing journey than we have and I wanted to give them more time to refresh. You know how Raya hates sweating."
Kirari hums in acknowledgement, twirling a finger so that his companion would turn and allow his hair to be braided. He does so quickly, an eye on the sundial by the open balcony. Mûrier leans against the wall, now munching on a fruit from the complimentary basket that came with their room. He's already changed into a looser dove gray ensemble that reflects his foreign but noble heritage. In Kirari's eyes, it's most characterized by how easy it was to get on. Even Kira's own summer yukata- still rich and beautifully patterned- wasn't quite so simple. It certainly beat the trappings of his father's ceremonial kimono, however.
He puts the thought out of his mind and takes the be-ribboned bells Tsuru passes off to him, carefully weaving them into the long braid that cascades down his back.
"Done." Kirari taps his shoulder, surprised when Tsuruya whirls to face him and looks him in the eye with his usual intensity.
"Better?"
It was probably bound to come eventually, but he hadn't asked anything of the like as he'd woken Kira and coaxed him into changing.
Kirari seriously considers his answer. Is he? By some measure of the word, perhaps. He'd had the best nap- even if only a few minutes long- that he'd had in what felt like an age. And when he'd woken up, he was struck with the realization that perhaps he wasn't as alone as he thought. Tsuruya was still quietly humming, and even Mûrier was holding a silent vigil at his side. When his eyes had opened, the older elf had smiled and ruffled his hair affectionately. Tsu batted him away and complained of him getting rice in Kirari's hair, and the familiar interaction made his heart feel a little lighter. The weight of...everything is still overwhelming, but-
"You needn't rush to meet your destiny all at once. It will always be waiting for you, so you can take small steps until you're ready to greet it." Tsuruya's tone is as authoritative as it always is, but there is some give to it. His hands are gentle when he slides another jeweled pin into Kirari's loosely curled hair.
Kirari wants to take large steps. In the opposite direction. But he supposes, one single step forward is fine. For now. For Tsu.
"I want to apologize." He blurts, not at all what he meant to say, but necessary all the same. "I thought that I was all alone after- a-after- and I hid from you-" The words trail off and die on his tongue. Sometimes Tsu is as predictable as the rising of the sun, and sometimes he changes abruptly like the sea. There is a storm brewing on his face, swirling in the ocean of blood that is his vivid red eyes. He is suddenly furious.
His whole body goes stiff, extended hand curling into a white-knuckled fist. Without the coverage of his gloves, the many tiny scars on his hand stand out in sharp relief. A muscle ticks in his jaw, and he rolls it as if chewing on his next words. "I didn't know." His tone is deadly calm. "Whether you were alive or dead."
Despite being a few inches shorter, the prince effectively looks down his nose at him. Kirari curls into himself. He wants to prostrate before him to fully encapsulate how terribly he feels, how apologetic he is- but the action would be a gamble. Tsu looks mad enough to kick him as soon as his knees touch the ground. "I'm sorry-"
Tsuruya opens his mouth as if he wants to challenge that but turns away instead, rolling back his shoulders with a harsh exhale through clenched teeth. He tips his head back as if pleading with the heavens for patience.
"What are you going to do?"
He asks instead, still with that dispassionate tone. Kirari flinches but answers dutifully.
"I- I will fulfill my duties as I have been bade. I...I will not dishonor you or Amigara. I can...I can change the princess's opinion of me." He is actually not sure about that- but he doesn't make it known in his voice or pleading expression.
Tsuruya is still facing away from him, and he mentally scrambles for more promises to add on. "I will not run from you again! I am so sorry- you-you're the only family I have left!"
That earns him a twitch. Just a flex of his fingers. Then Tsuruya turns his head so that Kirari can see him in profile before fully committing to meeting his gaze once again. It is as intense as it ever is, arched brows drawn together in a truly thunderous expression. "That's right." He says quietly, "and don't you dare forget it. You will not be forgiven a second time."
He's still angry but Kirari knows him well enough to take this as his cue to relax, at least a little. "I won't." He says softly, and when he extends his hands to uncurl Tsuru's fists the gesture is accepted with a sigh. Kirari then gently tugs him toward the door. "Let's go, we're in danger of being unfashionably late."
Tsuruya gives him a thin smile. "When they see our finery, they'll understand~"
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The prince is back to being himself by the time they've reached the dining hall. He greets the king and queen first, with a bow, compliments, and the promise of the gifts his parents had sent from Amigara. Unlike Princess Maylin's, these are to be made a spectacle of to show off the Sea Kingdom's wealth and how highly they presumably think of their neighbors.
Made up and with a reconstructed facade, Kirari expertly plays his part as Amigara's 'second prince'. The pair make nice with fellow aristocrats as graciously as if they themselves had invited them to the castle, but their courtesy rounds are a bit quicker than usual. Kirari is grateful for it, but he suspects that it's because Tsuru wants to make good on his promise to the princess. He greeted her as usual, but couldn't be seen as having any particular interest in her, nor could he stay to talk while she was at her parents' side without seeming rude to both their hosts and the other guests. And so he saves her for last, smilingly dismissing a wealthy merchant who'd tried to bend their ear with a request for looser trade agreements before heading for an advantageous seat near the royal family.
Truly, as royalty himself he would naturally deserve such a place, but Kira dearly hopes that he isn't ignoring the placards denoting where everyone is to sit. He feels a bit less...tightly wound when he finds that he'll be seated close to Lord Vyrwood. It would make sense for the Chosen Ones to be together in the first place, but having a buffer between himself and the princess is a relief. Kirari doesn't believe she'd pay him much attention, however. Her eyes had frequently flicked toward Tsu during their initial meeting. Kirari is accustomed to the phenomenon. His Tsuru is the Sun of Amigara after all~ Kira is only fortunate to reflect his light as the Moon. And that means he has to show that he is worthy of his place and Tsuruya's friendship. He clenches a hand under the table. Right. Time to try this again. He steels himself and greets Lord Vyrwood while Tsuruya is pulling out the princess's chair, then turns to her with hands neatly folded in his lap.
"Hello again, Princess Maylin." His delicate features shift in a smile. Neither too large nor too small, his pale gaze is warm. "I noticed you seeing to the finer details as we arrived. Were you the one to put together so fine a presentation? If so, I must commend you."
"Yes," Tsuruya continues, crossing a leg and leaning back as if already seated on a throne. "The Sownlaces have done well to prepare such a historic feast, although I'm sure tonight's will be even better~ Have you had time to rest? Here," He reaches over to pour from a jug that a scandalized servant couldn't get to first, offering the princess a goblet. "Have a drink, then tell me of the Sun Kingdom's tournament and your victories~" |
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Sept 11, 2024 5:02:14 GMT -5
( pwah sorry guys- I tend to write as if I'm going by chapter rather than by post orz
But the boys had some stuff to sort out before the scene change and I think it helps with characterization ^^" Maybe?
I decided to hint that Sova is already there so that Cinder can slide into the scene and we can start an interaction from there? )
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Post by polarized on Sept 11, 2024 10:51:48 GMT -5
ᨒ↟ ⋆｡°Corivena Aldermaneᨒ↟ ⋆｡° Heir to the Elven Tribe
Cori just chuckled at Kylian. “I know.” She found his seriousness amusing. “You’re all good. I was just testing.” She raised an eyebrow at him, before stumbling. “Yeah. I wanna see what these chosen ones are about anyways.” She said, walking into the Dining Hall. She could tell Kylian was following, She knew what it felt like to try and keep an oath. After all, she had taken one to avenge her people. Her parents. The thought of her father made her voice crack. She was the only child of the royals, surprising everyone. Her mother had died at birth with Corivena, and the King hadn’t taken another wife. She knew she had to live up to her families name, and take back her kingdom, and throne. It was what she needed to do. She gave a swift nod to the Princess, before bowing down to the King and Queen in the hall. “Your highness’s,” She said, avoiding their gaze. She looked at Maylin, then went to take a seat. She would have gifted something, but she had nothing left to give. She spotted more people in the hall, including who she recognised as Prince Tsuruya, The crown prince of Amigara. She had only heard of him from stories, along with Maylin. Yet, there was two she didn’t recognise. One sitting beside Tsuruya, with light hair. Another with brown wavy hair. She didn’t say a word, just staring at them. They didn’t look like much of a world-saving team, She told herself.
Sage Oisín
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
Captain of the Seven Seas
Sage felt a blade slash her hand, in which she retaliated and swung her sword at another one of the pirates. This would be a day they would remember. She met the eyes of the nasty Gretin. His attire was full black, his face shielded from the heat of the day by a silver helmet. She ran at him, her one arm swinging her blade into battle. It was loud, it was draining and it was bloodthirsty. The two seemed to fight for what looked like ages, their skills seeming to match each others. However, Sage managed to outsmart him by one move, and managed to catch his helmet in her blade, pulling the silver hat off of his head. What she found was horrifying. The rumours were true. Under the mask, was a scarred Vamprea. “You do work for the Blood King!” She said angrily, holding her blade to his neck. “You are disgusting.” She met her gaze to his, she could even see his skin burning. Deciding to finally stop the battle, pushed him to the side of his own ship, before using her blade and foot to kick him off the side, his burning body touching the monstrous sea with a large splash.
She looked back, meeting the faces of his crew, of which were now cornered. She smiled as she put her blade back into her holder on her back. “Raid the ship! Leave nothing to waste.” She ordered her crew, watching as they did so. They were loyal. She was right. And once the pirates had scanned the ship, they left it for dead. She fired one last shot into the bottom of the ship, it wouldn’t last long. Finally, she had defeated her one enemy. Gretin. The captain that had turned out to be one of the Blood King’s own men. They aren’t that bad then, Sage told herself, chuckling. But before she could celebrate, she could feel a hard gaze on her. She turned to see one she didn’t expect. Clovi. “What? Is it not enough we have won the battle?” Sage asked harshly.
~☼~Freyman Sownlace~☼~ Prince of the Sun Kingdom
Freyman looked at his mother. “Maylin? She’s a chosen one. I don’t wish her to die, mother.” But something made his voice crack. Did he actually want to be king? Of course he did. Every prince did. He did want to King, but that wasn’t his destiny. Maylin was destined to be Queen. Yet, something lingered in his mind, keeping him alarmed. Then what will happen to me? He asked himself, if he wasn’t King, he was just as good as some stupid alley boy. He can’t wish harm to his sister. She had to save the world. He wasn’t important. “If father deems it so, Maylin should be queen.” He avoided his mother’s gaze. He had been training hard, especially in front of his father. He had beat his own trainer at sword fighting the other day, in front of his father and mother. Yet, he just turned his head. Frey just wanted to show him how great he could be at King. Never mind. He shouldn’t be thinking about this. “It’s Maylin’s big day, anyways. I shouldn’t ruin it.”
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Post by Haven on Sept 11, 2024 13:27:54 GMT -5
( Ave Domine Nox Noctis That should work great! I can type her up an intro soon) |
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 11, 2024 20:58:48 GMT -5
✧༺♥༻∞ Ourania Faerwyn ✧༺♥༻∞ the Pink Star, the RunAway
Pink eyes shifted from the angry man that held up by the back of the head in a vise grip and towards the man who was offering to barter with him for her release. He was rather tall and had ash black hair with a streak of red within it. She met his grey eyes trying to send a pleading message. She squinted her eyes as the angry man started to spit with anger at being interrupted.
“My moneys on the ground, I can pick it up any time I want. But this ***** needs to be taught a lesson,” he growled trying to shove the man's hand from his shoulder. “Whats it matter to you anyway?” he asked as he turned to fully face Ren dragging Ourania with his movements. She winced at the pain radiating in her scalp from being grabbed too hard.
The anger from the mans face gave way into terror as he looked behind Ren at Brimestone. Slowly the man let go of Ourania and began to back away. “I don't want any trouble .. just let me go,’’ he said but then without even thinking he took off running. Ourania turned around and quickly picked up the coins the man forgot to grab as he made his getaway.
Panicking, she untied the front of her cloak , pulled an arrow from her quiver and quickly stood , her cloak dropping and pulling her bow from her back. She raised it up and pointed at the grey eyed man. Ourania’s light pink eyes widen like a frightened deer who has just been caught in a trap. The fear was plain as day on her face, she was never great at hiding her emotions.
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Sir Kylian Shadowfern ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ Royal Knight of the Eleven-Forest Kingdom
Staying close, Kylian pulled out Cori’s seat and then adjusted her seat so she sat closer to the table. Leaning down to her ear, his deep husky voice was just a whisper,” If you need anything I shall be standing just behind you, My Princess.” Then he leaned back and took a couple paces back to stand with the other Royal Knights. She’s gonna do great, I just know it , he thought to himself as his eyes began to survey the room for any threats.
Abbilen Sownlace Queen of the Kingdom of the Sun Anger bubbled to the surface of Abbilen, he eyes blazed as she snatched her sons face to make him look at her. Her voice dropped and she hissed at him,” Maylin is nothing compared to you Freyman Sownlace. A woman was never met to be on the Kingdom of the Sun’s throne. You are the first born son of the King. You are meant to be on that seat!” She glared at him for a few more seconds before letting him go and straightening her back. “Now, “ she said as her arm laced through his arm ,” escort your mother in with some grace and stand tall. You shall be king one way or another.”
(Abbilen came from a Kingdom up north where women were never allowed to rule and were to be obedient wives. Thats why shes pushing so hard for Freyman to sit the throne )
.·:*¨ ♚ ¨*:·. Maylin Sownlace .·:*¨ 🌣 ¨*:·. Princess of the Kingdom of the Sun As more people filed in she noticed a ginger hair girl making her way in. Maylin’s eyes trained on her, she looked familiar but she could quite place it… The Eleven-Forest Kingdoms Princess! How silly could she be, she had come seeking refuge from the Blood King after he ripped through her kingdom, taking it as his own. She held pity for the girl but she dare not let it show. “Princess Corivena, it is nice to have you here,” she gave her a small smile and then took a step closer to her before she walked away. “After luncheon i will have a servant fetch you. I want to speak to you about joining us,” Maylin slightly raised her eyebrows so she did not have to speak about killing the Blood King out right. The Kingdom was already weary enough, didn’t need ruin this lunch right off the bat by causing out right panic at the mention of his name.
As she came around her seat , Maylin gave a soft grin to Tsuruya as he pulled out her chair for her. “Thank you Prince Tsuruya,” as he pushed her chair back into place for her. Once adjusted she scanned the crowded table of people and then held her hand up and snapped twice, “Let this meal begin!” And at her words severant, upon severant, upon servant came bustling through the door and with grace and elegance they started placing dishes of food on the table. Once all the dishes had been placed, serving ladies came up behind them and started to serve everyone the dishes they would like to eat.
Hearing her name, she looked over at Kirari who had complimented her on today’s lunch together. If this man had not been a Chosen one she would have gone easier on him this morning. She disliked the confidence he had been lacking when they first spoke, but now fully looking at him she had to remind herself that not everyone grew up to be a warrior. The prophecy never stated that every Chosen would be one. But he seemed to lack confidence in himself, not just the situation at hand. He was a healer, and handsome at that. Healers would be needed if anyone made it out of this alive.
“Why thank you Prince Kirari,” the corn of her lip ever so slightly lifted giving just a faint hint of a smile. “ It was not something I had wished to learn considering planning events such as these will not be something I do once I sit the throne. But I will say the skill will not go to waste either. “ Maylin eyed him for a second longer,” I get a feeling you also tend to the finer details of things. Tis a useful skill.” Her attention snapped back to Tsuruya as he poured her a goblet of fine wine and held it out for her. This time the corner of her lip lifted higher in a rather devious smirk as she took it.
“The first trail was easy if I must say to myself, I know this kingdom and the smallfolk villages like the back of my hand. Only part I truly found to be difficult was getting her to run. The woman was much pumper than I had imagined to be,” she giggled and took a sip of the wine. Heavy notes of honey washes her tongue. “Second one was rather tricky but i'm quick on my feet. I have to be when folks bring their problems to me as the Hearing held each week. People will feud over the smallest of things,” her striking blue eyes rolled at the thought. “But I will admit I was not the first to pass this trail. “
Swirling her wine , she peered down into it and then lifted it to her lip to take a little bit longer of a sip this time. “But the last trail, between you and me, I almost met the Gods. I have heard stories told of this Maze but nothing will prepare you for the real thing. Madness had gripped my mind at some point . I went stumbling in the wrong direction and came face to face with a starving lion. It did not hesitate to charge at me once it saw me. I thought I was done for when it pounced and took me down with it. I managed to stick the blade of my sword behind its jaws before they could get ahold of me. My mind was so fuzzy with the madness and by the luck of the Gods when my weaker hand gave out the sword went right through its head killing it. “
A chill swept through her and she visibly shook for a second before regaining her composure once more. Tucking her hair behind her ear she looked back up at the red eyed prince and smiled softly. |
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Sept 11, 2024 22:58:55 GMT -5
Name: Sinezio Asterine Nickname/Titles: Sin, Ezio, Aster, The Fell Star Kingdom: Sun Kingdom, Lowborn Race: Human Rank/Job: Tavern Keeper, Former Mercenary, Informant Age: 33 Looks: Sin is a tall man at 6'1. Well-muscled and liberally scarred, it's clear that 'humble' tavern owner hasn't been his sole occupation. He has fair skin and a stern oval face, often fixed in a scowl or completely aloof. His wavy hair is a faded shade of red, tumbling down his back on the rare occasions that it isn't tied in a high ponytail. Shorter locks frame his face but always remain clear of narrow chartreuse eyes. Despite the scars and slim yet muscular build, Sinezio doesn't have a 'grizzled' appearance and likes to remain both clean and clean shaven. He has a long straight nose that has been broken at least once, and a number of scars mark up the chest that he often carelessly has on display. Another scar encircles his right wrist, deep and uneven, it suggests he'd been shackled at one point in time. Sinezio doesn't care overmuch about his clothing, as long as it's clean and mostly serves its purpose. He can always be found in a dark brown cape that is purportedly the tanned hide of a mighty beast, however. Aster wears an archer's glove on his left hand to help correct a previously broken pinky. Scroll-like tattoos wind up his right arm in varying shades of red: Fortis est Veritas, Fidelis ad mortem, and Non sibi sed regi. All three weave around a golden spatha inked from the round of his shoulder to his palm, with the tip of the blade in its center. Personality: Cool-headed and confident, Sinezio remains unflappable no matter the situation and appears to always have a plan in mind despite claiming that he 'wings it' the majority of the time. He doesn't believe in concerning himself with 'small' matters and small people both, presiding over his bustling tavern with the air of an indolent feline. This seeming disinterest serves him well in his secondary role as an informant, as he seems like the kind of person who wouldn't bother to remember your name much less your secrets, yet his sharp gaze and equally sharp mind rarely miss a detail. And he has no loyalty to strangers that would prevent him from selling their lives or stories if the price suits him well enough. When engaged, Sinezio is irreverent and occasionally caustic. It's unclear whether he chooses his words carefully or simply says what he thinks without the slightest effort to edit or sugar-coat it. To those who know him, it is evident that he actively conceals his intelligence and any capabilities beyond his good business sense and homemaking talents. His 'good business sense' is...subjective, however. Sinezio doesn't seem to understand how to budget properly, and will overspend on whimsical purchases or 'ugly' furniture if Askran doesn't get to him in time. Despite his intellect, he's also quite taken with rare and fantastical foods hawked by far away merchants and will eagerly incorporate them into his menu in dishes that can be a hit or a miss. Extra Information: His dragon partner is Abyssinth. Runs the popular Sun Kingdom tavern and inn, Cupitoris Spills Over. Sinezio isn't originally from the Sun Kingdom and it's evident in the latin/italian accent that he stubbornly maintains. He's fluent in a number of languages. Despite having staff, he doesn't mind menial labor and does much of the work around the tavern. This includes cooking, cleaning, repairs, and throwing out anyone who disturbs his hard-won peace. He tries to pretend that he doesn't work as hard as he does, however, and can be found napping in strange places when there's nothing that demands his immediate attention. Sinezio is a clean freak who will threaten violence on anyone who makes a mess in his establishment. It isn't uncommon to find patrons sullenly cleaning up after themselves. He is an excellent chef and secretly loves to cook for others. Amused and disappointed by Askran's many failed attempts to kill him. Ezio is one of those people who pretend to hate animals to conceal how fond he is of them. He'll complain loudly about the cats that invite themselves into his tavern as if he doesn't secretly feed and play with them himself. He also pretends that he doesn't know where their ridiculous names come from. Again, he's the culprit. Inquisitor Butterbottom in particular loves his cooking.
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Name: Askran Asterine Nickname/Titles: Ran, Chase Kingdom: Sun Kingdom, Lowborn Race: Elf Rank/Job: Messenger, Informant, Spy Age: 20 Ability: Light. Ran can bend light to render himself, objects, or others invisible for a short time. This ability is limited to having natural light available to him, and he can only conceal larger things if the environment provides him with enough of it. Looks: Askran just meets 5'7, with a lithe sprinter's build and warm peach colored skin. He has a round, youthful face that is far more expressive than he'd like and taupe doe-eyes ringed in thick dark lashes. His hair tends to be windswept and messy- a spiky brick red that can reach his waist but is more often tied up just like his father's. A gold diamond-shaped hairclip helps to keep his bangs out of his eyes, although they still frame his face. Askran likes to maintain a neat appearance, favoring darker colors and short boots that allow for more maneuverability when he's on the go. His style is skewed more toward the higher end, reflecting the fashion of the High Houses moreso than his own station. Personality: At first glance, bookish and aloof. Askran is rarely without some dusty tome or scroll, and seems to devote a huge chunk of his decidedly busy schedule to scholarly pursuits. He is in no way mild-mannered however (although his manners are impeccable, thank you very much) he is not shy about speaking his mind or correcting others when he sees the need. In fact, he's almost annoyingly punctilious and high-handed, despite knowing that he and his father aren't exactly the most moral of people. Even with that disconnect, he can't help wanting to write wrongs and defend those in need. Embarassingly (in his mind) Askran is rather taken with tales of heroics and the legends that make up the laws of the world. He tries to learn by their example and emulate them to the best of his ability...with mixed results. Stubborn pride, being raised for more unsavory pursuits, and an inclination toward more clinical thinking severely hampers his success. Yet it's that stubborn pride that prevents him from giving up on his lofty dreams. His words may not reflect it, but Askran is truly a warm-hearted person with almost fool-hardy bravery and a desperate desire to not only matter, but prove that he was worth saving all those years ago. And spitefully prove his 'father' wrong. Extra Information: Askran is Sinezio's field informant, it's his job to actively spy on people of interest, which isn't hard to accomplish with his more 'official' role of messenger. He works for the local postmaster but also takes on messages between individuals or groups. Sin took him in when they were both young, and out of a desire to have a father like the children he'd seen around him, Ran had decided that they were similar enough to be related and went on to believe that Sinezio was his biological father for years. The age gap isn't significant enough and Sin is human, but Askran stubbornly clung to the belief anyway. He's only just learned that they aren't related and that Sin actually killed his father before 'adopting' him, so Askran has sworn vengeance against him and tries to kill the man at every opportunity. Ran is levelheaded until he isn't, with a temper usually unleashed on his lackadaisical father. He keeps an eye on the ledger and helps run the business with an iron fist- or so he'd like others to believe. Ran isn't above falsifying records to keep Sin from knowing that he often gives out food, drink, or supplies to those who can't afford it. There's also a special room in the inn that solely sees the use of runaways and women with nowhere else to go. Unknown to him, Sin simply turns a blind eye to his efforts. Ran shares his father's accent and is equally fluent in quite a few languages. He has also mastered a number of weapons and fighting styles under Sin- although he is terrible with a bow and most disappointingly, can't cook well at all.
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Sept 11, 2024 23:08:19 GMT -5
( Tsu & Kira are so close and personable that my next characters had to be their opposite lol I made Ezio a tavern keeper so that your characters would have cause to cross paths with him~ He'll also eventually be recruited as a mercenary, and Ran along with him. the Batman and Robin duoI was doing an ~aesthetic~ thing with the princes but for Ran and Sin, I'll just throw their art up here haha Art belongs to me but I'm not the artist! Askran
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Post by Haven on Sept 12, 2024 14:55:14 GMT -5
Renwick
Ren raised a hand as he was pushed away, his other concealing something he had lifted from the man's pocket. He had been hoping for money, but it felt more solid than that. As his brain carefully picked his next words to further appease the man, he noted the fear dawning in his eyes. Brimstone had come up closer, a bit of his lip pulled back-not from snarling but from having gotten it stuck after picking at something in his teeth with his tongue. The man bolted and the elf eased, a lazy grin spreading on his face as he fully pocketed whatever he had stolen only to be caught off guard by the same person he had been trying to help. "Woah! Woaah!" His hands moved up again, "Not much for thank you's, are you? Let's be fair here, you got caught thieving, and where I come from you'd be on your own even from your fellow thieves. I'm guessing you don't pick pockets every day?" His tone remained conversational throughout and while his smile was a little more stiff, he kept it on his face as he observed this woman. She was pretty, but he couldn't get caught up on that with a weapon in his face. This close he would just need to knock her off balance to make the arrow miss, it really just came to the matter of who was faster. |
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Post by Haven on Sept 12, 2024 15:24:02 GMT -5
Cerise
With her long blond hair tied up so as not to rest on the nape of her neck, Cerise Suppler scanned the shops on either side of the main road from the back of the cart. Up front her master guided the broad and heavy creature that had dragged them from the safety of the Heart Forge Mountain and across the sweltering desert to sell their wares. It was built like an oxen, but it's body was covered in lizard skin and fat. It's poorly sighted eyes were led more by a large, sniffling nose and the feathered crop held by her master that would occasionally brush against the side of the creature's wide face to adjust it's course. Umber could be mistaken for a dragon, but was definitely more a giant lizard. He had no wings, no magical ability, and the intelligence of a horse. Her master's people called them Sand Ramblers for their consistent but easy gait across the desert sands. They were reliable beasts of burden with more strength than a camel, but better footing in the sand than an ox. The Heartforge clan kept a herd of them for moving the heavy metals around the mountain and traveling to cities to sell their excess stock. "There's one master," she pointed to a tavern sign reading, Cupitoris Spills Over. Her master lifted his bearded chin and squinted to read it himself, "Go on, get us settled in Stoke. I want to offload this first." She hopped down from the cart, dusting off her trousers and turning to catch the small pouch of coin that had been thrown her way. She was excited to try food that wasn't the usual mountain fare. It had been so long since she had been in the city! A vain and self important part of her mind wondered if she might be recognized as a nobleman's daughter, but the reality was that her hair was tangled and dusty from the journey, her fingers were calloused and rough from working the forges, and her clothing were the worn and patched leathers of a tradesman. It was unlikely that even her own family would recognize her at a distance. |
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 12, 2024 19:12:44 GMT -5
✧༺♥༻∞ Ourania Faerwyn ✧༺♥༻∞ the Pink Star, the RunAway
Light pink eyes watched his every move carefully from his hands coming up to the rather stiff smile he placed on his lips. Her eyes lingered on his lips but then quickly pulled back to his eyes once more,” What's t-to say you a-arent going to take this m-money I now have?” Ourania took a slight step back, still very unsure of the situation at hand. Her heart was still rapidly beating within her chest after the ordeal with the man she hand picked pocketed, her ears had a slight ring due to the adrenaline coursing through her veins.
One more her eyes landed back on his empty hands but then shot back to the dragon behind him. If he wanted to he could have had his dragon turn her to a pile of ash by now and walk away with the money at hand. She swallowed hard, taking a chance and lowering her bow from his body but still kept the arrow knocked in case he decided to charge at her. “Who are y-you,” she stammered as her eyes went from the dragon back to the man. Ourania cursed her self for this d*** stutter she seemed to have when it came to speaking to men. |
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 12, 2024 19:27:16 GMT -5
( Okay got the new character added (: )
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Sept 12, 2024 19:41:02 GMT -5
( I'll try to respond tonight, Haven! )
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Post by Haven on Sept 12, 2024 20:10:42 GMT -5
Renwick
" She's scared. Her heartbeat is like a rabbit," Brimstone yawned, his draconic language slurred as he picked at his teeth with his long, pointed tongue again, " I'm hungry, Ren." "Well, if I wanted to take his money, or even yours, then I would have done it already," the young man grinned more naturally, "Look, how about we come to a compromise? I bet we're all pretty hungry. Treat us to a meal at the tavern and we'll call it even. That bag looked heavy enough to leave you with plenty after. Besides, if that guy sees you without a big, scary dragon nearby, he'll probably just go after you. I'll even give you some pointers for the next time you try lifting something off a mark. I'm Ren and this is Brimstone." |
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Sept 12, 2024 23:04:25 GMT -5
♤♤♤ Askran Asterine, Chase the Messenger ♤♤♤ ~~~
Askran briefly stopped to hold the door open for more patrons before trotting into his father's tavern, pulling his sweat-darkened hair out of its ponytail and shaking it out as he enters the much cooler building. It is surprisingly busy for midday, with quite a few tables full of raucous working men who had presumably grabbed some time off due to the holiday spirit that had surely taken the last three free kingdoms by storm. The whispers- and shouts- had reached him all along his route. The Chosen Ones have been found. And to many of the weary citizens who lived with the threat of war ravaging their homes, the Blood King was as good as dead. Never mind all the steps necessary to get to that point- just the knowledge that they truly existed was cause for celebration. Askran won't feel any degree of confidence until he's taken their measure himself. He'd gotten a glimpse of one of them from afar during the procession to the castle, and knew the second to be the princess herself- the third is still a mystery to him, however. Curiosity itched at him all morning, to the point that he seriously considered finding some excuse to get into the castle proper- but security was bound to be tighter with foreign royalty in attendance. And he'd assumed that the tavern would need his aid upon seeing just how many unfamiliar faces wandered the markets.
He enters to a round of cheers, though the cause is unknown, and dips around and between a number of flailing limbs and tightly packed bodies to reach the bar in the center of the circular building.
By the time he reached it, several men had started up a caterwauling folk song. The dishes on the table nearest them rattled in their places when the group began stomping to the beat- or rather, way off the beat. Askran shoots them a look of distaste but he can barely make them out with various servers dashing back and forth, calling out orders as they weave in between new arrivals and those still looking for seats. The redhead tsks and turns back to the nearest of the two women attending the counter, running a hand through his messy hair as he leans closer so that she can better hear him.
"Good afternoon, Paloma. Have you seen my fath- Aster?" He'd normally be establishing order- Sinezio always asserts that a holiday is no reason to lose good sense.
Paloma slides a frothing mug past him and waves at the man who picks it up. "Welcome back, Ran! He was re-painting the sign, last I heard." She flashes him a smile, already filling another mug from one of the large barrels behind her. With how crowded it is, they're probably nearly empty by now. He'll have Darnig replace them. "Aster made cinnamon cakes! Come grab one before they're all gone~"
"I will, thank you." Askran dips his head with a sigh, not looking forward to fighting his way back to the entrance. At least the crush indicates good business. High spirits buy spirits, after all.
He bundles his hair into a messy bun and ties it off with a leather strap before heading back the way he'd come. Twice Ran has to steady a laden serving platter in danger of tipping. He catches Gren before she falls, smacks the bald head of a man reaching for another table's drink, kicks a stumbling drunk out of his way, cleans a sudden spill, and helps their youngest server unload his array of dishes before he finally makes it to the double doors. His breath is coming a bit quicker by then. The tavern is only slightly cooler than outside, with food bubbling on the hearth and body heat making it more humid. Askran is glad to breathe the much fresher air beyond the doors, stepping aside for another patron to enter and craning his neck toward the swinging sign that marks their business.
It depicts an eye shape with an overflowing mug as its pupil, the spilling drink dripping from the corner of the eye to resemble a teardrop. The faded bronze is now a brighter gold, so his father had at least done as he'd said...Askran's pale eyes follow the metal rods connecting the sign to the roof, and finds a glint of copper that he assumes to be the paint pail. A triangle of white linen ripples in the breeze- part of the makeshift tent his father had fashioned to keep the sun off of him when napping. Apparently he saw fit to make use of it today. Askran can just make out his prone figure lying beneath it; Sinezio sprawled out on his back with an arm folded behind his head. His chest is barely moving, and Ran can see why when he catches the lackadaisical swish of a slender tail. Optio Air Potato is stretched out over Sinezio's face, covering the entirety of it with one kneading paw tangled in his pool of red hair.
The spotted tabby is so named due to his surprising agility for so round a cat. He's a plump little thing, already half the size of his mother despite his youth. Askran grins at him and earns a lazy blink in return. Savagely, he hopes the cat does his duty and smothers the man in his sleep. It'd serve him right for skiving off on one of their busiest days. And for 'throwing out' the good lobster as well. Askran has no concrete evidence, but he'd seen his father slip away with the tub only for the younger redhead to find three pleased-looking cats licking their chops in the alley beside the building not five minutes later. He just has yet to catch the man in the act.
Leaving his father to perish (hopefully), Askran turns to re-enter the tavern and finds yet another patron walking up to the oak doors. He knows the majority of the people in their quarter of the city by now, by at least one out of his many jobs. If he's not delivering to them then he's serving or stalking- so he immediately clocks this woman as an outsider. She's clearly in some type of labor trade, wearing dusty pants instead of a dress. Her clothing is patched and worn- leather rather than cloth- and the patterns of the dust and streaks of dirt suggest that she's a traveller. Her shoes are just as worn, but not to the point that it'd indicate she had walked much of the way. He'd heard a cart wheeling by- the enormous creature pulling it was hard to miss- and the clink of coins in motion before jolting to a halt- she's holding a coin purse- hm. A recent arrival.
Askran turns fully to face her with a polite smile. He places a hand over his heart before sweeping it out in greeting. "Hello and welcome to the Sun Kingdom! How many rooms do you require?" He opens the door and steps aside so that she can enter first. "You've arrived just in time for the midday meal, we should still have some pheasant stew- ah, and cinnamon cakes if you'd like something sweet."
He isn't the best at portraying warmth like Paloma or the more affable servers, but he at least knows how to treat patrons well enough that they feel comfortable spending their money. Provided that they don't give him reason to treat them otherwise- but he doesn't mark the blonde as a troublemaker. It seems that she's just blown in with the westerly winds, and she'll likely be grateful for a hot meal and a clean wash. Askran looks forward to providing both. Her coin purse is sizable and perhaps once she's gotten properly settled in, she wouldn't be opposed to telling him tales of her travels. |
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 13, 2024 19:51:19 GMT -5
✧༺♥༻∞ Ourania Faerwyn ✧༺♥༻∞ the Pink Star, the RunAway
This man is rather bold, she thought . He has point though , we both probably are hungry and this bag of coins seems to have some decent weight to it. Ourania slowly let the string in her bow relax, her hands gracefully released the arrow it drop into her hand , grabbing it then placed it back within its quiver. “A-Alright , seeing as I-I owe you fairly favor n-now,” she remarked, slowly bending down to fetch her cloak to the ground. Draping it across her arm she took the bow and placed it back around her body, making sure not to catch her hair within the string.
And as the bird in her chest finally came to a rest, the pain of the fall hit her hard. She tried not to wince at the jolting pain her knee as she took a step towards them. Her palms were pretty scraped up and she was likely to have a bruised keep in the morning right on the .
She reaches out for a hand shake ,” I am Ouraina. And as you have g-guessed it , no I am not familiar w-with pick pocking whatsoever.” A slight blush lit her face as she shakes his hand quickly before letting go and gripping the string of her bow tightly.
Ocean calm enough to pick up the details of the man called Ren was rather handsome. Everything about him complimented every part of his face exquisitely. Ouraina could not lose focus just because of a gorgeous man , she couldn’t let them know she was even slightly injuried. That meant they would know she was vulnerable , they could change their minds and just be rid of her at any point.
Under her cloak she ever so slightly felt for her dagger that was in the hilt that was built into the pants. She was very good a sewing , Ouraina had see it tightly to the inside of the pants she had gotten from her fathers clothing drawers while he had been out to another meeting with the much older gentleman man he intended for her to marry.
She had cut a slip in the pants right on the outer thighs area , placing the sheath on the inside of the pants and started sewing them into the sheath itself. Then hemmed them so they were not bunched up around her ankle. Her father was quiet taller than she. Taking the scrap materials she had cover the sheath to surround it in the soft, finer cloth creating a material barrier of the left over pants so that the rougher feeling of the sheath was not upon her thigh as she walked.
The dagger was still in its sheath and inwardly sighing in relief it was there just incase for a last ditch effort of self defense if needed. But hopefully the thought of a meal will keep them distracted long enough to keep them occupied for her to make an a swift exit.
“Let find the nearest-t tavern,” Ouraina said breathily as she tries to hold back from limping as they set off. “T-here should be one n-near by.”
( I apologize if anything it worded funny , I had to reply on my phone , I’m used to using my pc lol )
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Post by Haven on Sept 13, 2024 22:26:03 GMT -5
Cerise
Ren took her hand and shook before flipping her hand right-side up. "It looks like the ground was pretty unkind." His eyes skirted over the details of her hand in the same way he might observe the details of a potential mark. Her palms were soft but her fingers were calloused. Picking pockets may be new to her, but definitely not the bow. It was for the best that he had disarmed her with charm because he was sure now he would have failed to disarm her bow with speed. "If you're hurting, I'm sure Brimstone wouldn't mind giving you a ride," Ren motioned to the dragon who snorted and looked at him with offense. " I'm not a horse!" the dragon balked. Ren simply smiled, "He says he wouldn't mind at all to give a pretty lady a break off her feet." " I did not!" Brimstone huffed before clumsily muttering an insult towards his rider in the common tongue, "Rat!" "See, he's even concerned you might encounter vermin on these streets." (I get it entirely, I'm the same way) |
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 14, 2024 16:52:48 GMT -5
✧༺♥༻∞ Ourania Faerwyn ✧༺♥༻∞ the Pink Star, the RunAway
The blush turned another shade of pink when Ren flipped her hand to reveal the scrapped up palm that now had drying blood on it. “I-Its fine, I-I-Im fine,” she stammered and began walking back up the street in hopes of stopping a tavern soon. She was now walking with a slight limp but it didn’t stop her from pressing on, she couldn't show weakness. She was rather fragile but was not going to show it. “Brimstone does not s-seem keen on being r-rode. I also find it rather strange that I don't u-understand his language,” Ourania’s eyes knitted together in thought. Her ability to speak with animals had gotten stronger as she got older, but she still came across some animals that she could not understand quite well. Maybe Brimstone was one of those creatures.
“Look!” she said rather excitedly at spotting a tavern. It looked to be slightly crowded but that would be fine, more cover for her to slip away under. Plus she took into account that word of the Chosen Three being found has swept through the kingdoms causing hope of defeating the Blood King strengthened. |
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