ＦＡＤＩＮＧ ＩＮＴＯ ＡＳＨ ＡＮＤ ＤＵＳＴ

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⌜ xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo ⌝

ＢＥＩＮＥＴＨＩＥＬ
ｃａｐｔａｉｎ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｇｕａｒｄ

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age: twenty two
gender: female
kingdom: istoth
rank: captain
mood: pissed off
action: with Aeron and Leonidas
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“ＴＨＥ ＴＲＵＥ ＳＯＬＤＩＥＲ
ＦＩＧＨＴＳ ＮＯＴ
ＢＥＣＡＵＳＥ ＳＨＥ ＨＡＴＥＳ
ＷＨＡＴ ＩＳ ＩＮ ＦＲＯＮＴ ＯＦ
ＨＥＲ， ＢＵＴ ＢＥＣＡＵＳＥ
ＳＨＥ ＬＯＶＥＳ ＷＨＡＴ
ＩＳ ＢＥＨＩＮＤ ＨＥＲ．”

― Ｇ．Ｋ． ＣＨＥＳＴＥＲＴＯＮ

⌞ xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo ⌟

Beinethiel felt a weird touch at the end of her bare hands. Fur? It seemed rough although somehow very soft and thick. She clenched the pelt tightly to stay on the dire wolf's back. Her head kept bouncing, making the pounding headache even worse. Finally, she stopped loosing some blood and had gotten her full sense health back. The flames died away behind them as she could feel the heat not more as the wolf kept running. In the direction she didn't know yet. Lifting her head up she could see a camp in the distance. Seulghem. After realizing the bow was not on her back and the full quiver was gone she exhaled heavily and closed her eyes tightly for the more pain to come.

Beinethiel felt her self being set down into some grass and then, warily opening her dark green eyes to the light. A few dozen medical tents stood around the wails of injured soldiers. Looking around she realized that Leonidas has brought her to the healing tents. That was when she heard the Prince's voice coming from somewhere inside a tent. When he stepped out of the tent she caught a glimpse of the Princess. Bay clenched her jaw tightly and grimaced at him as he flaunted over towards her. Every word he spoke was quite true, she had killed many of there soldiers and she wasn't going to deny fighting for her kingdom. She glared up at him with stern eyes and bit her lower lip when he crouched down to face her. Bad Idea. Once he was finished speaking she shifted slightly, then with graceful movements she swept his feet out from under him and landed a square punch in the right cheek. Afterwards, she spit directly into his face. "I'm not as weak as I look little *cuss word that rhymes with fit*"

[duckworth]

((Not really sure what to do with Leonidas, as I have no muse for him at the moment, so here's an extra-long post for Evangeline to try and make up for it. ;w;))

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Princess Evangeline "Evan" Blythe
female | eighteen | Isoth
tagged: Aeron, Beinethiel
not entirely sure where she is
trying to make a deal with Aeron
no crush & single
❝ If we don't end war, war will end us. ❞
- H.G. Wells
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Evangeline raised her eyebrows when she spotted a small shadow of a smirk on the prince's face. She assumed that he had spotted her faint blush and rolled her eyes at his reaction. She had been about to say something rude to him, possibly making fun of his pike helmet to try and hide her embarrassment at being caught blushing, but stopped when she saw the guilt written all over his face at the sight of her extensive injuries. This most definitely caught Evan off-guard, and she peered at him a bit curiously, an odd expression on her face. Evangeline thought that Aeron would say something mocking to her about her injuries, courtesy of the prince himself. Instead, she was very surprised when he let out a weird-sounding grunt. It went a bit like "Ugh," which only served to cause Evangeline further confusion. Blinking a bit dumbly at the prince, Evangeline felt a bit weird that he looked so guilty. It almost made her feel guilty as well for allowing herself to be injured by his horse. Almost. There wasn't any reason for Evangeline to feel bad, even if the prince was looking a tad bit pathetic right now. Hiding her own smirk, Evangeline resisted the urge to roll her eyes again and slid her gaze over to the prince instead of her wounds. There was still a faint glare in her eyes when she looked at the prince, considering him seriously. Her gaze flickered only when she noticed how the prince had taken off his helmet, dropping it next to her on the ground. There it was again, that hideous pike helmet. It reminded her of the strange dream again, where the pike, now she knew him as the prince, had saved her life, and Evangeline couldn't help but pick it up, dragging the heavy thing a bit closer to her. She wasn't entirely sure why the dumb piece of armor mattered to her so much, but it had left the biggest impact on Evan in her unconscious state, mainly because it was a strange thing indeed to have your subconscious imagine a great big pike carrying you to safety.
Without realizing it, Evangeline had dragged the helmet into her lap, ignoring the feeling of the pike head poking a little into her ribs. It hurt, but her entire body hurt right now, and quite frankly, she could care less, especially when the prince was making a stupid joke about herbs.
Evangeline was barely paying attention to him, instead absentmindedly tracing the lines on the pike half-helm, but she caught the little statement at the end, about the bitters only being ninety percent poisonous. Offering a glare to the prince at this, Evangeline knew it was only a poor joke. She took the herbs he offered her, examining them, as well as the expression on the prince's face when he took a few of the herbs himself. His nose crinkled and he didn't look all too happy about the taste, but Aeron did swallow, proving to the princess that they weren't poisonous.
Evangeline considered the herbs in her hand, but her concentration was broken yet again when a mere foot-soldier came up with the captain of the guard, Beinethiel. She gritted her teeth, catching the elf's gaze as she lay injured on the ground. Evan didn't recognize the foot-soldier, and paid him no heed. Instead, she watched for the prince's reaction, which made her very unhappy to see.
As Prince Aeron accused Beinethiel of killing many of his men, Evangeline raised an eyebrow at him, frowning heavily. She was about to retaliate, but waited for him to finish speaking. When his thinly veiled threat of torturing the elf reached Evangeline's ears, she attempted to get to her feet again, tossing the pike helmet to the side.
Finally managing to stand, Evangeline ignored the huge amount of stinging in her chest and stomach and instead directed all that pain into glaring at the prince. "Need I remind you that you've killed thousands of Istoth's troops as well? Should I try to capture your captains and generals and torture them for weeks in retaliation? This is war, Prince Aeron," Again, spitting of his name as she regarded him unhappily, "and people die. That is the unfortunate fact of war. You must know, of course, the bloodshed that tends to happen in battles," Evangeline stated almost sarcastically, her hazel-green eyes narrowed. "I can promise you this, though, Prince. If you harm or torture this elf in any way, I'll kill myself. I'll strangle myself with my bare hands if I must. You and I both know that my death would result in an even bigger attack, no matter how I die. Whether it's my own suicide or I am executed by your hands, my parents will only find blame with you." Evangeline hesitated before continuing, hoping that Prince Aeron would at least consider the ridiculous deal she was about to make. "If you want someone to torture for all the casualties you have suffered in this war, it might as well be me. I'm already in enough pain; I doubt more would matter to me. So anything you're prepared to do to my captain, do it to me instead. That's my offer. Either that, or risk me killing myself if you hurt the elf. Besides, I'm the princess of the enemy kingdom. I'm sure many of your men would jump at the chance to have a blow at me. There would be a line to see who can deal the most damage to the privileged daughter of the king and queen of Istoth."
Evangeline was desperately hoping for a response from Prince Aeron, her gaze flickering between him and Beinethiel. Finally, the pain in her ribs grew to be too much to bear, and she ended up collapsing back to the ground, next to the elf. What came next was very unexpected. While the prince was kneeling above Beinethiel, the elf did what came naturally to her. She fought back and retaliated by tripping him and punching him in the jaw. Choking back a laugh and hiding it with a cough, Evangeline really did begin coughing for real, wiping some blood from her lips.
Reaching out towards the elf, she whispered hurried instructions to her. "Don't anger the prince any more than he already is. That will only lead to more pain for you." Realizing she still had the bitters clutched in her fist, Evangeline pressed them into the elf's hands. "Take these herbs. They'll help with the pain. That's an order, by the way," Evan added, knowing that the stubborn and proud captain wouldn't normally sink to taking medicine.

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[Keriae]

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male :: royal :: twenty :: seulghem
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Unfortunately for him, she was rather quick on the uptake. Feisty, hmm? He could do with a challenge. It seemed that every man he had faced (ignoring the fact that he had been above them, sat on a towering horse) had been fresh-faced and inexperienced to the ways of battle, to the fire than ran through your veins and the blood that stained the skin. The entire sword jolted as her own knocked against it with a force that genuinely surprised him. However, he had been partially lucky, for the very tip sliced neatly through leather and then through skin, leaving a deep cut in her skin. Alvere felt satisfaction.

He let the momentum of his arm carry the blade further through the air until it was arching overhead. At that point he let his arm bend at the elbow so the blade was straight down his back, all the while turning. This kept the momentum up - and, if she swung again, the flat of his blade should stop the impact.

(@norm; could you please give dark a chance to respond before saying Beinethiel tripped him and punched him? I believe it classes as powerplaying.)

another bad post i'm really sorry guys i don't know what's going on with me :c

[Dragonette_11]

Ｅｌｉｚａｂｅｔｈ Ａｎｎｅ Ａｒａｂｅｌｌａ

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At the
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Single &
No Crush

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Elizabeth had backed off a bit now, trying to assess the seriousness of her wound. Moistening her lips, she returned her attention to the man. Perhaps he was of a higher rank than the rest of the soldiers she had taken down today. After all, he had been riding a horse, which she still planned on stealing. Swallowing for a moment, she straightened up and had another go at him.

This time, however, she wasn't planning on using the traditional techniques of fair play sword fighting. While she swung her sword at his, she took her other hand and drew out a knife, which she drove towards his shoulder. The wound in her side, however, turned out to be more serious than she thought. Stretching in a fashion like she was now sent boiling hot pain through her side. Perfect, she thought to herself sarcastically. It was different if the wound was to a leg or arm, but stomach wounds were always a massive pain to deal with. Elizabeth, however, ignored the pain, and would fight until she had either won or died trying.

[Keriae]

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tagged - elizabeth
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Sweet Gods, she really was a little minx! She didn't even engage him properly in a fight - instead, when his back was turned, she drove a knife straight into his shoulder, just below where the muscles attached for his neck. He felt the cool metal sink right down to the hilt and the pain drove him crazy: that knife had to be at least three inches long, which meant it would be a pain to clean up and treat once the battle was other. Now with an injured leg (at least it had stopped bleeding quickly) and one arm impaired, Alvere twisted around. If she was going to play dirty, so was he.

"It seems that Istoth have a fondness for knives instead of swords, doesn't it?" He commented darkly, moving his feet sideways as he circled around the young woman. "Who would have thought a kitty would have claws? Perhaps I should refer to you as Hellcat." That she truly was, so far. Now he would let her attack first, see where she went, quickly learn her style. Once you knew your opponent you could pick out their weaknesses and exploit them. She already seemed weakened by the wound he had delivered to her side.

[nymphadora.]

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Ｒｙｄｅｒ Ｓｅｒｉｌｄａ Ｌｉｎｓｔｒｉｍ

Gender: Female
Age: 21
Kingdom: Istoth
Job/Rank: Soldier, Assassin, Spy
Species: Dragon Shifter/Fire Element Controller
Sexuality: Straight
Crush: Crushes are for children
Tagged: Open
"My efforts aren't working."

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I finished off the rest of Seulghem's medical tents with ease as I let the fire burn them. I was pretty sure everyone was out of there but even if I was wrong.... Well, this was a war people are going to get hurt. I saw a few high arrows flying in my direction and I knew I was weakening at a quick pace. I was using to much of my strength it was time to stop. I sighed angrily and rolled my eyes as the arrows hit my scales not doing much damage but chipping a few. They were small arrows so nothing much could be done to me. One of them lodged itself in the skin between scale and eye and I roared in pain before reaching for it with a claw and plucking it out. It shouldn't do much to my human form but provide a bleeding cut but I knew I needed to turn back soon. I saw another set of arrows fly and I easily dodged them. I flew into the air and set fire to some more of the trees before having to land behind the Istoth army again. I couldn't take all of this work it was draining me to much.

In all of my years I never thought I would be a dragon in battle. It had been a while since I had been a dragon, years actually. The last time I was a dragon was 2 years ago when they were training me like that far away from any prying eyes of the Seulghem spies. I was much bigger as a dragon than I remembered and I knew shrinking was going to hurt needless to say. As I shrunk back down I hit the ground with a thud. I still had huge dragon wings sticking out of my back but they were slowly shrinking and dwindling back into my backside. I winced as I felt them dig into my flesh but it was small pain and a small price for what pain I was used to enduring. I shook my now messy and undone black hair and looked around. I grabbed my sword out of my belt and looked around. I looked down at myself and realized I was in a black scaled armor and dress. I forgot after changing back that it affected my clothes as well. My bow and quiver were still luckily swung over my backside and I looked around cautiously. My normal green eyes were still a bright glowing red and I was weak, I could fight but I was weak. I held my dark black sword at the ready and watched my surroundings. The fires raged around the battlefield and I couldn't help but wonder how bad my scolding would be from the king himself.

[Dragonette_11]

Ｅｌｉｚａｂｅｔｈ Ａｎｎｅ Ａｒａｂｅｌｌａ

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At the
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Elizabeth, pleased with the blow she delivered, yanked her knife back. He seemed to be giving her another chance to attack, so she gladly took this opportunity to catch up on her breath. Her eyes followed him, breath escaping through her mouth as she exhaled. At his comments, she laughed a bit. but it was a strange laugh for it was one filled with amusement. He clearly has no idea that I'm not even suppose to be here, she thought to herself. Rolling her head and shoulders around, she decided she'd respond to this.

"Istoth does not have a fondness for knives; I have a fondness for knives. You think me devilish, hm? Unfair, sly, even bold?" she questioned him, twirling around her knife in her hand skillfully. "Besides, I do not even represent my own kingdom. I am not even a part of this army. I am an outlaw simply fighting for the people I love and the people that hate me," she added, before rushing at him, sword raised and knife at the ready. But oh, blast it to her wound for it pained her deeply again from her stretching. Gasping at the sudden lack of air, she realized she must be suffering from blood loss. Because of this, she also faltered in her attack and missed him completely, trying to find her bearings.

[Dark.]

Pʀɪɴᴄᴇ Aᴇʀᴏɴ ᴏғ Sᴇᴜʟɢʜᴇᴍ
Currently;; With the Hostages | Tagged;; Evangeline, Beinethiel

Aeron turned his head slightly as the Princess staggered to her feet and began to make her way over. He watched his helmet be discarded on the floor, the pike's head landing face down. Briefly he closed his eyes, his jaw tensing slighlty. For God's sake. Stay out of matters that don't concern you. He stayed silent, listening to her valiant speech. He knew as well as any that this was a war. He'd fought in every battle since he could ride a horse and wield a sword; which was more than could be said for Evangeline. However there was a distinct difference in him killing Istoth men, and this elf killing Seulghem men. At least, there was to him. Seulghem men were loyal, courageous and above all, his friends. Istoth men on the other hand were a bunch of savages; dogs that needed putting down. Empathy was never a strong trait of Aeron's and he refused to look on the war from any viewpoint, other than his own.

Then she threatened to kill herself if he harmed the elf. Aeron internally groaned, he was going to have to bind her hands and feet; treat her like a proper hostage. He wasn't sure if the Princess would actually act on her word, but he wasn't prepared to test it. At least not untill they got back to the Castle when he locked them in seperate tower cells and could do whatever he pleased. He listened till she collapsed back onto the ground next to Beinethiel. Licking his lower lip, he prepared a response; directing his attention towards the Princess. His mistake. The Captain seized her chance, and before Aeron even knew what had happened, he was lying flat on his back, nursing an extremely sore jaw. The repulsive coppery taste of blood filled his mouth, and he concluded he bitten his tongue in the fall. Then the elf spat in his face. He blinked slightly as the spittle met his eyes. Clouded by utter confusion, and caught off-guard by what had just happened, Aeron rolled onto his side, spitting blood from his mouth. He then reached a hand up, rubbing away the spittle with his palm.

It didn't take long for embarrassment and anger to overcome him. Awkwardly, he dragged himself up back onto his feet; his heavy armour making the process more cumbersome than it should have been. His hand immeidiately locked onto the hilt of Widowmaker and he drew the longsword. The black blade was still slick with the undried blood of whichever unfortunate had come into contact with it earlier. Aeron narrowed his eyes, "You'll pay for your insolence, elf." he spat the word 'elf' with a look of sheer disgust. His fingers twitched on the sword hilt, the Princess's threat replaying in his mind. For a moment, he faced an internal conflict; his logical side fighting to calm the rising aggression. Begrudgingly, Aeron lowered Widowmaker, though didn't sheath her, "You should thank the Gods, elf, that the Princess is here to save your neck. Otherwise I swear you would be dead - and never make the mistake of doubting my word." Taking a sulky sniff, Aeron spat another bit of blood from his mouth, his tongue feeling sore and thick.

His blue eyes flickered back onto Evangeline, his gaze scrutenizing, "You would be so quick as to lay down your own life for an elf. Fool" he straigtened up slightly, an arrogant smirk flashed back across his features; though not quite reaching the coldness of his eyes. His gaze flickered between the two hostages, "Perhaps I should torcher you instead, Princess." the way he said Princess made it seem like an insult, "I was thinking a flogging would do." he chuckled ever-so-slightly, "Or perhaps I should take you up on that offer and give you to the men of Seulghem. The line would be long, aye, but I promise you that they'd be looking to do much more than punch you." His tone was mocking, however his eyes were cold; angry and icy.

[norm]

⌜ xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo ⌝

ＢＥＩＮＥＴＨＩＥＬ
ｃａｐｔａｉｎ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｇｕａｒｄ

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age: twenty two
gender: female
kingdom: istoth
rank: captain
mood: pissed off
action: Aeron & Evan
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“ＴＨＥ ＴＲＵＥ ＳＯＬＤＩＥＲ
ＦＩＧＨＴＳ ＮＯＴ
ＢＥＣＡＵＳＥ ＳＨＥ ＨＡＴＥＳ
ＷＨＡＴ ＩＳ ＩＮ ＦＲＯＮＴ ＯＦ
ＨＥＲ， ＢＵＴ ＢＥＣＡＵＳＥ
ＳＨＥ ＬＯＶＥＳ ＷＨＡＴ
ＩＳ ＢＥＨＩＮＤ ＨＥＲ．”

― Ｇ．Ｋ． ＣＨＥＳＴＥＲＴＯＮ

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Beinethiel watched as the Princess struggled to get out of the tent that the Prince came from. When she fell next to her and helped her sit up. Hesitating, Bay took the herbs from Evan's hand and swallowed them thickly. As she turned her gaze to the horrid Prince Aeron she scowled. "If you lay one hand on her or any of your men do I shall take your head off with your own sword." She paused dramatically. "That's one promise I will keep gladly." Turning to the Princess. "Stop. I can handle myself. Your more important to me and I swore my loyalty and protection to you." Beinethiel almost growled in a demanding tone. The Princess had no moral, sense even. She was merely just a child and need to be alive for the kingdom, but as for Bay she didn't have any family left for they had all been killed in the war. Snorting loudly, she glared scornfully with a hated gleam in her eyes. "Do what you will with me, but do not hurt Evangeline." It was somewhat more of an order than a suggestion.

Beinethiel glanced over to Leonidas sharply in hatred. As she awaited the Princes decision of what to do with both of the important ranking girls she nudged Evan hopefully. "Don't waste your life on me Princess." She mumbled in a hushed whisper. It was all a huge mess. Hopefully Ryder had some method to rescue them or something of that sort. A heavy sigh came from the she-elf as her wound began to bleed again. The pain was starting to fade with the herbs that had been given to her. Beinethiel glanced around, getting familiar with her surroundings.

[duckworth]

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Princess Evangeline "Evan" Blythe
female | eighteen | Isoth
tagged: Aeron, Beinethiel
near the medical tents
being kept hostage by Prince Aeron
no crush & single
❝ If we don't end war, war will end us. ❞
- H.G. Wells
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Evangeline glared at Aeron, refusing to show any fear. She knew that if she allowed even a breath of hesitation, Aeron would take that as a sign of weakness and just toy around with her some more. And Evangeline hated to be underestimated, she really did. She hated men like Prince Aeron, always acting like they were better than everyone else. Modesty was not his strong point. It was fortunate that the elf had humbled him by striking him, although perhaps that was bad as well, for the prince looked very unhappy right now, which would not be fun to deal with.
"Not just an elf, Prince," Evangeline replied evenly, her gaze just as cold as his. "But one of my kingdom's soldiers, and a captain at that. Surely you would know the loyalty that I feel towards Istoth's army. Wouldn't you lay down your life to protect even one of your men?" Cocking her head to the side, her eyes narrowed as she spoke to the prince, hoping to the gods that he would think her shrewd rather than rude. The gods knew that she needed to keep him calm, or else it would be impossible to reason with him. Giving him a miniature speech on her suicide threat probably didn't help the situation, or his view of her, but at least it would keep Beinethiel safe in the meantime.
When his harsh frown turned into an arrogant smirk, Evan could tell that it didn't quite reach his eyes. He was still glaring at her, a fierce gaze she gladly returned. When he chuckled while contemplating just what he was planning to do to her, Evangeline bit the inside of her cheek to keep her lip from quivering. The prince wouldn't kill her, that was definite, but there was no telling what she had just signed herself up for. Inwardly sighing, Evangeline figured it was better he torture her rather than the elf.
"Torture me all you want. Hand me over to your men, I don't care. In fact, I suspect that if you did just that, you'd find yourself more uncomfortable than I." Evangeline didn't find the strength to stand again, so instead tilted her head up so that she could look him in the eye. "Just don't hurt my captain," Her voice remained strong, and she held the prince's gaze, but she was the first to break it off. Despite all appearances, the thought of being presented to the men of Seulghem made her feel sick and rather nauseous. A flogging, she could take. But any pain unique to her gender would be too much, even for the stubborn princess. Swallowing, Evangeline desperately tried to hide the flicker of panic in her eyes, but was almost positive that at least a little had showed on her face anyways. At least she wasn't shaking. That had to count for something. Evangeline wasn't used to being brave. She had always left that to the soldiers that protected her and the kingdom, but no longer. Now Evan had to do all she could to keep this elf safe from harm. Sure, Beinethiel probably didn't want the princess's protection, but Evan didn't want the elf to get hurt.
When the elf nudged her, Evangeline turned to face her, her gaze softening quite a bit as she looked at the injured captain. "I could say the same to you, Beinethiel," Evangeline replied softly when the elf insisted that Evangeline not waste her life protecting her.
Evangeline noticed that the elf began to bleed again. Hoping that she and the elf hadn't offended the prince too much, Evan reached up and pulled on his armor again until he came closer. Lowering her voice to a soft whisper so Beinethiel wouldn't hear (although the elf probably had an idea of what she was about to ask), Evangeline muttered, "Look, could you at least give the elf some proper bandages? You can do whatever you like to me, your men can do whatever they want, that's a promise, but what's the point of keeping a hostage if she bleeds to death?" Then, adding a bit desperately enough in case her reasoning wasn't enough, "If she dies, I die too."

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Leonidas "Leo" Gorgon
male | twenty | Seulghem
tagged: Ryder
on the battlefield again
looking for the dragon
no crush & single
❝ When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die. ❞
Jean-Paul Sartre
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Leonidas ignored Beinethiel as best he could, leaving the medical tents as quickly as possible, trying to stopper the guilt he was feeling right now. He shouldn't feel bad for the female elf. He had already taken care of his mistake of nearly killing her by binding her wounds and saving her, making sure she didn't die. So why did he still feel bad for handing the elf in to Prince Aeron? It wasn't as if he had much of a choice. His loyalty to his kingdom extended to his king and queen, as well as the prince. Especially the prince, in fact.

Glancing around, Leonidas was stunned to see the eyesore removed from the battlefield. And the eyesore he was speaking of was the great black dragon that had been soaring around, lighting the entire place on fire. Shapeshifter, He shoud have known. Leo himself was a dire wolf shapeshifter, so it was only natural that there would be others. Still, a dragon? He had never seen a shapeshifter with such a powerful form. It was normally common things like dogs, cats, horses, birds. Leonidas thought that his form was stretching it at unusual, a large, dark brown dire wolf the size of a small horse, but that massive black dragon shapeshifter humbled him most definitely.
Blinking, Leonidas glanced around, looking for a shapeshifter. He didn't see much other than blood and carnage and more fighting soldiers, but he did see something definitely odd. Two large black wings were gradually shrinking, attached to the body of a kneeling female.
Drawing his sword, Leonidas held out his shield as well, cautiously approaching the woman. Narrowing his eyes, he briefly considered turning into his dire wolf form. He was faster and stronger, but still, he wasn't sure if she was really too weak to keep her dragon form, or was just biding her time, prepared to change again. Leo couldn't be sure. If he got too close, she might retaliate and breathe fire on him or something. Leonidas had a bark-like laugh and tended to smile rather wolfishly, or so his friends had told him. He also had a strange liking of near-raw meat, which couldn't exactly be normal. Either way, his shapeshifter form definitely affected his regular life. His senses were also naturally heightened, sharper sight in the dark, better hearing, and an unusually good nose, as well as just more general strength and speed, so perhaps the shapeshifter woman had a few other powers she could use in her mundane form too.
Either way, Leonidas didn't want to risk it. He put his sword away and instead drew his bow, firing a shot. He didn't want to hurt her just yet, maybe she would surrender, so he merely released a warning arrow, the point landing in the dirt right next to the woman. He noticed that her blade was out, so he doubted she was planning on surrendering. Just my luck, Leonidas sighed. Perhaps this time he would grow a pair and not feel guilty about taking this woman prisoner. It was a necessary evil.
"I suggest you surrender before I put an arrow in your head, shapeshifter!" Leonidas shouted at the woman, keeping another arrow trained on her. Sighing, Leonidas knew that the arrow in his bow right now was his last, and the woman could probably see his empty quiver hanging from his shoulder as well. Hopefully he wouldn't miss like he had done on purpose with his warning shot if the woman did attack him.

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