(( Ugh Mel&Cher you make the best RPs of course I am joining, when I have time (which is never, currently

). I can never make lasting RPs they die. And die again. Depressing. My first was pretty successful, though. It was about vamps and werewolves. That explains it, huh? That was before I knew how to RP... I was so pathetic... oh, and here comes Sam, I'm gonna make this his first post.))
Chris shook his head, tired, climbing steadily up the tree. He yawned sloppily and collasped in the hammock next to Arowin, laying his head on her chest and closing his eyes. He listened to her heart, feeling drowsy despite the hunger that clawed him. He tilted his face up and kissed her lips lightly, pulling back again a few moments later and stretching out.
Prince Stephan bit his lip, undecided. The prison girl was right- he had wanted a chance to learn about the Hood- but how could he trust these wild people? He wondered vaguely where Chase was, but that thought vanished quickly as the reins of his horse were cut. Anger flooded him. He was the prince- he commanded these people, but here they were trying to kill him. He lashed out at the other girl, the one holding his reins and the knife ((Jay)), and the palm of his hand connected swiftly with her nose. He heard a snap and pulled his hand back, splattered with red blood. Wincing, he muttered, "Sorry," and kicked Sinner away from her before she could recover from the pain and use that blade on him. Just a little farther. Though he wanted to learn about the Hood, he couldn't make another stupid mistake. He had gotten into this mess, he had to get out- alive. Sinner managed it about ten meters farther, stumbling along through the thorny trails. The horse knew where he was headed, though- they came here for hunting all the time. They picked up speed. He hadn't been for a few months, but Stephan believed he could see the faint trails still cutting through the undergrowth. A little farther- and NOW! Stephan screamed and smacked Sinner's rear. The horse pulled up short into a rear, quite a feat at such a speed, and jumped sideways just as the knife girl's horse reached them. Sinner landed hard, spinning on the thick leaves, and fell; Prince Stephan was now trapped halfway under his panting steed. Pain seared his arm, though it probably wasn't broken. This plan had to work.
Yes, he sighed inwardly as the unknown girl's horse stepped right into the old hunting trap, unable to stop in time, that Stephan had long ago set up. It was for large animals, a huge spiked snare that worked almost like a bear trap, catching and breaking the leg of the animal. The horse threw the knife girl off and hurled her directly into a net- the second half of the trap. It bunched closed, secured tightly. Stephan couldn't help but feel pride that his invention still worked, even though he was stuck and worried. (( REALLY sorry if you consider this god-modding. Sometimes I get this thing in my head and I just have to play it through. Jay doesn't half to be hurt or anything. The horse doesn't either. Just trapped? Is that okay? Prince Stephan is trapped too, under his horse. Forgive me? )) The prince winced, the pride vanishing, when he saw the look on the prison girl's face. He hadn't meant to hurt anyone, just slow them down. Now they would kill him for sure.
Sam loped through the forest, running lightly along tree branches. His discolored eyes darted around like a cat's. Where was the prince? Sam had been stalking him ever since he left the palace. He knew that the prince would make unbelievable bait, and Sam could gain the upper hand in this strange constant war between the King's people, the so-called Hood, and himself and the others. (( You'll find out about the mysterious "others" later... )) He froze when he heard a scuffle and a cry. He leaped into the higher branches and crawled into the next tree without making a sound. From here he had a perfect view of the scene below. Stroking his bow, he narrowed his eyes, creating a strange look to his face. He peered through the leaves and saw the prince was trapped. About to become the Hood's prisoner, not his own. Smug pride ran through him and he dropped unexpectedly from the trees, landing on his feet crouched behind the girl that was not in the net. "He's mine," he hissed, drawing his small pocketknife and pressing the blade to her throat from behind.
Stephan gasped when he saw the remarkable figure. Fear bolted through him truly for the first time and he felt like he was suffocating. He had seen that man before. In shadows. In dreams. In the corner of his eye. Always blending in with the crowd, but watching him with those mismatched eyes of his. They followed you everywhere. Stephan curled his arms over his face, shielding it from the glare.