| The Kingdom Of Arin | Semi-Lit | Accepting |

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{{ Fine with me. I have a ton of muse today c: }}

[Gatanitazul]

((Yes, that sounds good. I suppose I'll start it up!))


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░♔♚♔░ He looked out the window, gazing down at the courtyard below. Petals from the cherry blossom tree drifted down to land on the chiseled statues and fountains. He took in the scene, breathing in the stiff castle air. He turned around, and slowly walked back to the throne, sitting down on the cushioned surface. He looked to the page that was in the throne room at the time [Valira, if that's alright].

"Boy, fetch the Queen. We must speak of business." He glanced to the smaller, more feminine throne to his left. He nodded to the page, and continued thinking to himself. He must speak to his assassins about the assault on Ubus, but for now, he needed to address his wife. He wasn't unaware about the troubles in the lower city, and the hardships that the peasants were facing. He knew they needed resources, but there were pressing matters at hand. He relied on his wife and daughters to worry about that sort of thing, while he and he sons worried about battle. Unfortunately, these battles might turn into a full war with Ubus. His mind snapped back to the current situation. The peasants... Right... He had been known to trail off subject, and get lost in his own thoughts. Hopefully, we can keep up relations with other countries, too. That is what I must speak to Elizabeth about. Hopefully his wife could carry out these tasks. He knew how she could get... Nervous, and sometimes even frantic.

We'll ride through town tomorrow, and I shall speak in the town square. We must also throw a ball, soon. If we invite dignitaries from other countries, that could strengthen our relations with them. As he thought, he waited for his Queen Elizabeth to arrive.

░♔♚♔░ Chloe narrowed her eyes, scrubbing the bright kitchen floor with such fury that it seemed like she would burn a whole straight through. She grumbled, cursing under her breath as she scrubbed. The nerve of some people! She huffed, thrusting her bangs behind her ears as her face turned red. Earlier today, she had gone to the market to purchase some produce for the dinner tonight. A boy in town had crossed her path, and they began to speak. The boy looked about her age, and she had begun to flirt with him. She had begun to like him a bit, before he snatched her coin purse. Those weren't even my coins! They belonged to the chef, who told me to get the fruit... Now I have to work it off, and earn back the money... I'll never get out of this place! She complained to herself, considering the unfairness of it all. "What... A... Jerk!" She muttered out loud, between scrubs, squinting her eyes and scowling.

░♔♚♔░ Wyatt released the arrow, and it soared through the air, the tip of it shining in the warm spring sun. He laughed, admiring the near bulls-eye and running forward, the quiver strapped onto his back, and the bow hanging loosely in his arms. He plucked the arrow from it's spot, and cockily grinned. He thrust the arrow back into it's quiver, and ended his archery practice, hanging his bow on it's perch in the supply hut. He wiped his dirty hands on a towel, and looked out of the dusty window. He could see the garden through it, a fountain in the center of the flowered area. He watched water cascade out of a stone fountain, and into a basin below. The had seen one of the craftsman design this particular fountain, and he knew how in worked. A spring led water to the fountain, and into the basin below. It used gears and tubes to move the water. Very complicated. Very expensive. He grinned to himself, getting an idea. Getting a very, very foolish idea.


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[fishbait]

Grace entered the archery rage, hoping to find her brother hanging around there. When she spotted him, she suddenly became nervous. Wyatt had that devilish look on his face, the look that always meant disaster. Grace followed his gaze out the window and saw him looking mischievously at the fountain. Oh no... Grace thought. He was planning something foolish with the fountain, she just knew. it.

"Wyatt! What are you up to? Nothing that will make you get in trouble with Father, I hope," Grace called out to the prince. She hurried over to him, her deep red and gold dress swishing while she moved. "I see that grin on your face, what are you planning to do this time?" Grace asked when she reached him. "This is no time for pranks, with the troubles with the lower city and Ubus being so hostile," she added before he could answer.

((Sorry for the lameness, I am terrible at first posts. ^^"))

[Tatterdemalion]

Here's to the promise of glamorous living

you must drink up now cause it's all that your getting

Queen Elizabeth was quite oblivious to any of her husbands worries, all too busy trying to stay some of her own. They certainly were not any bigger or even equal to his, but to her it may well have been the end of the world.
"He's going to kill us." She whispered as she sat curled up in the window seat of her room, glad to have at least Annie to talk to. Children weren't as fun as they used to be when they were all grown up or nearly there anyway. The adorable little Annie was a much better companion, though even her comforts had their limits.
"What did he say the last time? But it isn't my fault! Maybe if he'd stop worrying so much we'd look like we were doing alright." Parties always meant one was doing alright. They meant you were doing so well you just had to show it for the sake of letting everyone know how well you were doing. They also meant Leopold would be absolutely furious with her.

If you havent been tested you certainly will

and I promise it's going to kill . . .

[ Pretty much fail. I dont know, thought it'd be funny to have her already planned a party and fretting over it just to find that's what Leopold wants for once... ]

[ossa di cervo]

X avier
I am an arms dealer,
With weapons in the form of words.

Xavier sat in the stables on a bench, facing his beloved horse. A nicely toned mare with a thick build. She was a large mare, meant to carry heavy armor and she towered over most of the stable-hands and peasants. Xavier's horse, Bell, had been a diamond in the rough. As the man sat, scratching at his chin and watching the mare chew on some grain, he pondering over what had happened to Bell. The man had obtained her when she was nothing more then an underfed filly, her palomino coat greasy and covered in blemishes. Xavier had never questioned his father as to why the mare looked like that, he just understood that it was his job to take care of her and make her forge the worst of her fears and make her glow. His father had told him ten words, "She's yours now. If she dies, you don't get another.", handed him the lead that was on her halter and walked off.

After that, Xavier spent days on end in the stables, tending to his filly, not allowing any of the servants to touch her. He was basically a stable-hand himself, but he believed it was worth it. Before the filly came to trust Xavier she would shake and bite at his hands, keeping herself to her corner of the stall, watching his actions from a distance. When Xavier finally found it safe enough, he began sleeping in the stall in the opposite corner from the horse. Her coat was beginning to get it shine back and with time, the filly began to sleep closer and closer to Xavier. Soon enough Xavier had the mare sleeping with her head in his lap. Xavier was, and still is, the only human the mare truly trusts and she has the same attitude as the man; when all hope is lost, she becomes hopeful and she isn't afraid to get into tussles with geldings.

Xavier woke from his thoughts as Bell sent a whinny his way and his eyes darted up to the mare's face. Her head was hanging from her stall, her eyes looking at Xavier and she whinnied again, this time much quieter. Xavier laughed and got up, walking to the mare, "That's my girl." He blew lightly into her nostrils, letting her get a sniff of the man before rubbing behind her ears. The horse snorted which got another laugh from Xavier, "I'll be back, Bell. Behave while I'm gone." The man turned and began to walk through the stalls, he needed a glance at the weather before he got Bell out. That and he needed to find a servant to fetch her saddle and blankets, "Hey! Stable-boy! Where are you hiding?" Xavier wasn't sure if stable-boy was the right word, seeing that most of the servants had more then one 'job' but the man shrugged and leaned against a wooden pole, watching the clouds move as he waited for a response from one of the servants that were bounded to be lounging around.

A nnie

Annie cocked her head as she listened to her beloved Queen fretting. She hadn't a clue what was going on, let alone that her master was worried. Her master always seemed to be in a flurry of movement and word, ready to cry one second, then yell the other. The small corgi let a small bark escape her throat as she watched Elizabeth and her tongue fell from her jaws. The little dog wiggled her hind quarters as she judged the distance from the ground to the window sat and her ears fell back a little. She wiggled once more before leaping with all her might and trying to make the leap. Unfortunately her hind legs weren't meant for jumped and her chin hit the ledge with all the contact and she fell backwards, landing on her back after she slid from the ledge. She laid there, her little stump of a tail wagging at fifty miles an hour, her eyes intent on Elizabeth. After the Queen spoke again, she hoped up and ran in a small circle, barking once more. She play bowed and wiggled her hind quarters as she awaited the Queen's next move.

((Oh, Annie. Her last line sounds like a chess move or something. xD))

[diamonds;;]

Ain't no sunshine when she gone
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A purple cloak gently stroked the marbled floor in the hallway of the castle. The lady nodded for requested entry of the private gardens. The two men dressed in the colours of the Arin battle shield stepped forward and opened the door. The princess nodded and quickly stepped into the garden, heading to the royal stables. She saw the distinguishing features and pure darkness of his head hanging majestically out of the wooden opening for the gate. She walked over to him, her shoes tapping the stone.

You could see the reaction in Annabella's presence when the Stallion recognised the slim figure. A loud neigh escaped his throat as he pushed against the door. "Calm, boy, calm" she whispered in his air, slowly and silently removing the bolt. "Calm" She ended, slipping a woven bridle onto the stallion's head. He snorted, closing his eyes and flinching. A smiled at Xavier, he red rose lips piercing a smile, then back to Adam as Annabella took the horse out of the stable and into the gardens

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And she's always gone to long

[BlissfulFarrago]

Tristan

Tristan was curled up, snoring softly as he took his midday rest. At the sounds of the stable door shouting, he bolted upright and slid down the ladder from the hayloft. He walked to the front part of the barn as quickly as he could, finding the shouter.

"Yes, sire?" Tristan asked, a small smile on his lips. He bounced on his toes the slightest bit, hoping the knight wouldn't question where Tristan had been. But if he did, all he would have to do would be to make up so plausible excuse, and there would be nothing anyone could prove. Briefly, Tristan considered giving up his naps before deciding that it was worth the risk. After all, he would never be caught.

And if he was, perhaps they would turn him over to the princess... The smile on Tristan's lips grew as he imagined it.

The door opened again, and his heart beat faster as he saw a slim figure in a dress. But as his eyes grew adjusted to the sudden light, he realized it was the wrong princess. Stifling a sigh, he bowed and smiled to her.

Isolde

Standing at the edge of the archery range, trying to look pleasant. In reality, she was somewhere between boredom and fear, having never liked arrows. She hoped the princess would leave soon, so Isolde wouldn't have to keep looking silly standing as far as possible from the arrows.

She sighed and looked at the sky, wondering what dress she should where tomorrow.


[[Bleh, sorry. x_x I'm not sure what to do with Isolde right now.]]

[Cazio]

Castiel, Grand Prince of Arin

A brown and white blur burst through the treeline surrounding a small meadow. A young buck was in the race of its life, bounding relentlessly through the forest. Its black eyes were wide and the smell of pure fear filled the air. A pack of dogs crashed through the brush behind it, and when they came to the flat expanse of the meadow, they were electrified with a new sense of speed. The thrill of the chase, that was all the dogs lived for.

Castiel leaned forward, setting his weight over Nehro's shoulders as the horse gained ground on their prey. The horses's mane tickled his neck as he smirked, clutching the shortbow at his hip. Sunlight broke through the trees as they came to the meadow, and the flag of the deer's tail disappeared on the horizon. An inexperienced hunter might be frustrated at his quarry by now, but Cas knew differently. The deer could only run so far.

The brown and white Borzoi was closing in on the deer, its legs flying beneath it. Cas watched as the dog made sure to stay a few yard back, just to frighten the deer. Mason, his blue merle Great Dane, was running behind, his massive stride aiding his lack of stamina. Mason was his favorite dog, mostly because he also served as his guard dog, along with Alex, his Ridgeback. He'd only brought three dogs on this trip, and the other two would need to be taken out soon. Mason's sharp pointed ears swiveled, indicating he was going to turn. Sure enough, the deer turned and Cas pulled the reins, and Nehro followed suite. But the deer slowed, signaling the end of its flight. Its antlers were leveled at Guss, Cas's Bloodhound. Gus snarled ad all three dogs barked loudly at the buck. They leapt back as it charged, an nipped at its legs as it tried to throw them with its antlers. Castiel aimed his shortbow and released the short oak arrow. If he had been sneaking up on the buck, he would have aimed lower, as deer have an incredible ability to drop before they run, making the arrow hit above vital organs. But the buck was focused on something else and the arrow went clean through the heart and lungs. Cas smiled, perfect shot.

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Nehro trotted through the palace gates, and Castiel beamed, lifting the deer's head by its antlers in triumph. The dogs panted alongside him, their tongues lolling, eager to get their next meal. The kill was slung over the horse's back, just behind the saddle and Cas stopped in front of the butcher, who had come out to meet him. "You know the drill." Cas smiled as the butcher took the deer. He'd get the fur and everything from the base of the neck to the antlers. The thrill of the hunt was already wearing off however as Cas remembered the duties of the day. He sighed, ruffling his hair in an attempt to look businesslike. At his age, being a prince wasn't all fun an games anymore.He eyes his sister leading her horse out of the stables and he nodded in greeting. "Good morning, dear sister." Cas slipped off of Nehro, his horse's body slicked with sweat. He patted the horses muzzle fondly, returning him to his stall. He ran a wet cloth along the horse, cooling him off after a long hunt.

When he was finished, he gave his stallion one last pat before heading towards the castle. He spied Xavier and gave his a cordial nod. "Morning, Knight of Arin." He greeted.

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Jane was a habitual drinker. She knew that it would probably be the thing to kill her one day, if somebody else didn't get to her first. It had always fascinated her how she gravitated towards pubs that mirrored her mood. She never drank when she was happy, so most of the pubs she went to were dilapidated, grimy shacks run by toothless men who always tried to pick her up. Most of them had bruises of their faces, or the more persistent ones had cuts from her dagger. There were always quiet exchanges going on, most she tried to ignore but one day she had seen a picture being passed around a table. Upon turning around, she had seen that the picture was of a young woman tied up, no older than thirty. That was the only one she had stopped out of pure pity for the woman, and sent the dealers fleeing like the tiny mice they were. But today nothing particularly bad was happening, so she sat down, didn't enjoy her drink, and was out of the pub within ten minutes. Today she had been depressed for some unknown reason--she just had been angry, snapping at all the servants even when they hadn't done anything, and immensely sad, like a thirty pound weight was hanging from her feet.

Walking back from the pub, Jane felt better. She knew that there were a million people worse off than her, who had lost everything and they had nothing at all. She supposed that was what had made her so depressed in the first place. Her parents were long gone, but sometimes she just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. She almost felt like that now, but there were a lot of people here. Taking a few short glances around, Jane realized she was in the market. She was almost to the castle. Having walked the path from the castle, through the market, and to the many pubs that resided on the outside of town many times, she knew it would only be about five minutes before she reached the castle, and surely enough, she was standing at the gates five minutes later. The guards nodded at her, and the gates opened silently. Walking in, Jane automatically glanced around, looking for anything amiss, as she had been taught to do, but found nothing.

[Cazio]

ooc// question, should i make forms for Cas's animals? x3 I didn't realize there were forms for animals, sorry!