Medieval Irish Role-Play (Forbidden Love and FriendShip)

[Merlin's Heir]

Violet waddled up to the horse.
"My, my," she exclaimed quietly in her cracked, old voice. "Who would let such a beautiful horse run off like this? What happened, lovely?"

[Chubbers]

Jaden: The horse puffed strong air out of its nostrils to her and stomped a hoof down into the ground. Then turned, its butt to her, gesturing for her to follow.

[Merlin's Heir]

Violet frowned. Where was Jaden - and her horse? She followed the horse warily, still keeping up her old lady-ness.

[Chubbers]

Jaden: The horse slowly lead her to the unconscious body of Jaden Pollara. He layed on the ground, sound and out. That round blade with talons sharply, and deeply embedded into the back of his shoulder. A small puddle of blood formed from it and pooled on the ground.

[Merlin's Heir]

Violet was surprised. And torn as to what to do. Suddenly she grinned. She removed her old lady disguise, under which were her normal clothes. Then she got Jaden on to his horse's back and led both horses to a small, abandoned house deep in the forest. It was more than a house, though. It had originally been a guard lookout, and it had a miniature prison. Violet put Jaden on the floor of the prison, after taking anything he could use against her or to escape. Then she locked the prison door, tied the horses up outside and gave them some hay, and went inside. She put all her stuff beside the bed and put the stuff she had taken from Jaden into a box at the end of the bed, far from his reach. Then she made sure he couldn't grab anything through the bars and began making something to eat.

[Chubbers]

Jaden: He stayed out from blood loss as the weapon in his shoulder sank a little deeper--though he did groan in utter anguish.

[Merlin's Heir]

Violet finished making the soup and poured it into two bowls. She went into the prison - making sure she had her dagger on her belt - with a bowl of soup, cup of water, and bandages. She pulled the spiked, metal weapon out of Jaden's shoulder and wrapped the injury tightly with bandages, thankful she had learned so much from the time she spent with a physician when she was younger. Then she went out of the prison, leaving the soup and water behind, closed and locked the door, and sat down a table about five feet away from the prison door to eat her own soup.

[Chubbers]

((I'm going to bed and will respond in about 8-ish hours ^w^))

[Merlin's Heir]

(Okay, goodnight.)

[hot!chocolate!]

lara seen to horses,both she knew,and one of them was the horse of the man whom she threw her star at. she dis mounted her horse and slowly walked up to mini prison,she knew they assassins, so she didn't feel much guilt for harming one, she just wanted her sharp ragged edge throwing star back. she kept her face well hidden and walked into the prison. "could i get my star back? i can't waste them you know." she smiled under the shadow of her hood.