The Labyrinth ((semi-lit))

[Cyanea]

The prince cast a prideful look over the group. Jucias had done a fine job collecting victims this year. As they approached, he said, "What a pleasure it is to meet you all. You may call me Prince. I suppose Icarus has already informed you that you are in my labyrinth," he paused and looked at each of them, "As you may have observed, you will encounter my servants along your journey. Some, are not so kind as Alistair, here." The prince glanced at the cat with a somewhat disgusted expression, "You will find a few places of rest. I suggest you take advantage of them when possible, but do not linger too long. And there are more than a few "dead" ends. If you find yourselves hungry, there is plenty of food if you know where to look. I wish you the best of luck...well, I suppose that's a lie." He scoffed quickly before a horse came out from behind a nearby wall and he mounted. After once last leering glance at them, he kicked his horse and galloped away.

Sky watched in disbelief. She had been raised with the mentality that princes were noble and dreamy. Raising an eyebrow in a skeptical expression, she looked back for Icarus, but he was gone. The prince had succeeded in worry Sky even further and she took a deep breath. "Let's keep moving," she said, walking forward and then turning right onto a path with white orchids and ivy on the walls.

[BlissfulFarrago]

"I am going to kill him," muttered James. Well, maybe not. Maybe just lock him up for...life. That sounded good. It was good to have goals, and that was James' new one. She smiled and twirled her sword in her hand. She walked down the path, eyeing it carefully. There were some sort of white flowers growing along it. It seemed far to beautiful to be in such a menacing place without it being a trap. She slashed off one of the flowers, the flower falling onto the cobblestones gracefully. James eyed it. It seemed harmless and perfectly ordinary. It hadn't given off smoke or withered. James didn't buy it.

"Servant!?" cried Alistair angrily, his hair standing on end. His tail lashed behind him. Quickly, he calmed himself, refining himself and removing his instinctive feline motions. "I am no one's servant." How Alistair hated that prince!

[Soccerlvr]

Scowling at the rude prince, Dylan walked with the rest of the group to the orchids. "Well, he was... rude." He commented. Looking at Alistair, the knight thought he'd much rather be in the company of the talking cat than the prince.

[Cyanea]

"I might have to join you, there, James," Sky replied giving a short laugh. She imagined catching him as easily as she had caught slimy frogs in the pond and then leaving him for James to finish off. Maybe Alistair could throw in a few good scratches, while they were at it. The prince's attitude reminded her of her mother, which was not someone she was eager to see again. The sun was practically baking her in her full length skirt and long sleeves, so she rolled her sleeves up as high as they went and pinned up her curls. She turned to Dylan, smiling in response to what he'd said. At least they had found something they had in common; hating the prince.

[capi94]

((Hey, I don't think I'm going to be on again until January, so, uh, if someone just wants to take over my char, or just have him be an NPC for now, I'm good with that. ^^))

What was tat all about? Benjamin thought as he watched the so called "Prince" ride off on his steed (is that how you spell that? >.>) The boy glanced at the cat as he made his comment, then lifted his head up to the knight and the girl who was talking to him (James) as they followed Dylan into the orchids.

[BlissfulFarrago]

((*pokes thread*))
Alistair glared at the prince's retreating back. In Alistair's opinion, he was the worst thing in the Labyrinth. He had considered leaving before because of him, for he was not bound to the Labyrinth as others were. But, where else would he fit in? He sighed.

"Where to next?" asked James. She tried to maintain her air of confidence, but was finding it harder by the minute. She'd never been so far out of her comfort zone. She gripped her sword harder, her knuckles turning white.

[BlissfulFarrago]

((Please don't die, thread?))

[capi94]

((It's too late. *sniff* I am so sorry. *bows head in silence and pulls a bouque of white roses out of nowhere*))

[BlissfulFarrago]

((No, I won't let it die! D:< This is one one of my favorite RPs ever!))

[Crippling Machine]

((We need something to do with it though. xD Some kind of action.))