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⟨ 21 ⟩ ⟨ location; main forest road ⟩ ⟨ tagged; open ⟩

xxxxx۵ Blaze beat out all of the odds. She'd learned rather quickly in life that she was skilled in the arts of manipulation and deceit. It was a terrible thing for a child to know, hence her current title. The ginger was definitely the type to take advantage of her strengths and completely ignore the possibility of weaknesses. Okay well, she couldn't just ignore them entirely. Just like, ninety percent of the time. Figuring it was only optimism and a butt load of confidence, she viewed only the positives about herself. She never voiced her self opinions, because she wasn't a vain person. But everybody thought about themselves every once and a while, right? It happened a tad more frequently whenever one was alone, like our dear Blaze. She lived a solo life. The only interactions she got were those of her victims whenever she felt she wasn't threatened by making an appearance. There was indeed a catch to being the most wanted outlaw in the Kingdom. Almost all knew her general appearance of caramel eyes and firey hair. It wasn't the best way to make friends but she made do. That's what the tavern was for! A bunch of drunkards wouldn't remember the outlaw's features while under the influence of whiskey and rum. She entertained herself with the thoughts whenever visiting the bar in the evenings. But for now, in the early afternoon, she was busy. Blaze had a job, even if it was frowned upon. She had a family, kind of, to support and feed. Pulling her scarf upward over her nose, the ginger settled her feet on the ground. After hanging out in the trees for hours, the earth felt awkward and low. She walked towards the market's doors, hair hidden from view of anybody staring at her. The large barn-like structure was one of the most interesting places she visited on frequent occasions. On the outskirts of the forest, it was far from her home. But god, the stupidly long journey to this market was so worth it. If she could ride her horse, it would be so much easier. However, the damn palace guards knew her prized steed by coat. So leaving her horse about a mile away, she had taken to the treetops. This was not uncommon.
Squaring her shoulders, the outlaw stepped within the doors of the black market. It was busy with noise and trades, brawls and shouts for better deals. It was chaos, every being having to watch their step at all times, as well as their backs just in case somebody got too heated. Danger lurked within each and every tiny crevasse, and nobody was safe. It was freaking heaven. A smirk laid on her hidden face as she maneuvered her way to her favorite booth run by a man who was called James. He was so beautiful, but also had some of the best trades for her needs. He recognized her instantly, his most valued outlaw. They were all criminals to some extent here, no judgement. Though they would always take the opportunity to throw one of their own under the bus, and turn Blaze in for a little extra compensation. So rude. "What would you give a charming young lass in exchange for a ruby?" she cocked a brow, her smirk visible within her eyes.
James was captivated the moment the words left her lips. "Have any use for a new bow? Arrows, perhaps? I just received twenty."
Humming a thought, the ginger lifted her chin ever so slightly at his offer. "And how about you throw in a kiss while you're at it. Then we'd have a deal."
"You kill me, Makenna. Come 'ere."
The pair leaned forward and shared an overwhelmingly intimate smooch. Obviously it wasn't their lip's first encounter. It was the only physical attention she allowed herself to receive from him. Anything else, and emotions might actually get involved. Gross. No. They separated, and traded items. "Next time." Blaze winked and went on her way. Returning to the trees, she walked along the branches until her horse came into view. A sigh left her lips as she settled into the saddle, ushering the animal towards home. A gentle trot had her mind turning. As much as she craved some kind of human relationship, she didn't live the life that allowed it. She'd be putting any significant other in danger, and the girl didn't have the heart to do that. Solitude and eleven animals were plenty enough for this gal. Going along the familiar dirt path was a risk, but at the moment Blaze didn't feel like simply avoiding it. The road was one of the main pathways to and from either side of the forest. In the middle, it intersected with the perpendicular, which lead to the Kingdom. That one, was never rode upon by the outlaw for obvious reason. She stuck to the forest road, where various houses and buildings were being passed, those of the blacksmiths, the farmers, the peasants and the commoners with the occasional grocery market. She wasn't planning on stopping at any of these, since home was her destination.

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your name;; "axel leon"
your age;; "twenty three"
crush;; "anything with 2 x chromosomes ;)"
rank;; blacksmith
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➺ A three toned whistle followed by a kiss was all it took for Axel's precious midnight flight to come sinking its claws into his leather jacket, the skin on his shoulder tearing slightly, enough to cause him to wince but not enough for him to give a damn. His grin was as earth shattering as it had always been, a kind of childlike air to his goofiness that got all the girls swooning over his charms. They all knew the deal the second he came around with his swag and chillax attitude. They heard the warning bells long before he came around, a distant whisper of danger. "Don't fall for me, babe." He's say, keeping that lax smirk on his lips with his typical devil-may-care tone of voice. "It'd be a damned shame for your heart to dwell in the depths of my darkness." And then he'd walk away, leaving his words echoing in their ears. Now whether or not the ladies listened to his words was always up to each on their own, because the next time he came around and they still threw themselves at his feet, well... What kind of a gentlemen would throw away such a willing partner after all? With dark chocolate skin and equally refreshing eyes, Axel knew he was quite the catch in the physical aspect and it came to no surprise to him to see the female population all but melt as if he were the very sun itself and they were the freshest snow in the glade. However, those refreshing eyes of his had seen far too much to ever deal with taking care of a lady. Too much commitment he'd never care for, too much to lose. And so his life went on day-to-day, already counting down the days until it was time to strike. Strike who? Well who else but the damn Kingdom of Walker. At the thought of the brats playing King and Queen as if they deserved the throne, Axel's mood turned sour and his grin all but disappeared. Best not remind himself of that crappy monarchy, eh?

To shake off the negative aura now unwillingly clouding his mind, Axel placed his index finger against the crow's chest, urging the cute feathered animal to hop on. Knowing the drill, he does so, cocking a head at his master and eyeing the dark man with beady eyes. It always brought a chill to his spine looking into them eyes, but it was an amusing chill. This little guy was his usual companion whenever Axel strolled through the forest in search of materials and sustenance. It'd been too long since the previous time here, and already the open wild was calling for him to stay. It's a shame he can't. Life calls after all, and his shop was set to open sometime that morning. Customers didn't come as often as he would have liked, but when they did he had no other choice but to act like an adult and do his duties. "Ready to go back, Cole?" From above, at the sound of his voice returned a shrill call. Looking up and shielding his eyes from the sun's glare, it's not hard to spot the circling Peregrine Falcon. Upon seeing it, Axel's grin instantaneously returns. "I understand, I understand. Let us go back and feast on our findings then, shall we dear ol' Fame?" His voice rose high above to the heavens to be sure his words reached the bird's ears. The man would swear up and down and would rather be hung in the gallows before admitting that there could perhaps be a chance his close feathery friends couldn't understand him. They were too darn smart for that.

Turning around, Axel's footsteps carried him effortlessly through the thick forest maze, following the path he knew since he was a child only to arrive before a stone building the size of a whatchamacallit, entering through the front door and being greeted with the usual dark wood counters he was so used to, and the usual earthy smell that seemed to follow him everywhere he went. Sighing, he opened the window on the left of his shop and instantly in came flying at four of his winged friends. He couldn't help but laugh at their overeager personalities since they new it was feeding time. Once being sure the market around his place knew he was open and he went around the counter and looked at each of the birds. When he had first opened up the shop on his own, his first order of business was to install individual bird posts around the place so each of his babies knew where they could rest. So watching them now, he thought of what he'd give them for food today all the while waiting around for any possible customer to walk on into his home and workplace.

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R i e n n a .

It was still dark outside when Rienna's aunt Gothel decided it'd be a good idea to wake her up. This woman didn't pour a bucket of cold water on her,didn't scream ,yell no,she did something ten times worse. She bent down close to her niece and stared in her closed eyes ,while her own were filled with curiosity towards the young girl. Her whole life she spend alone,no kids and husband who died at very young age,as a knight in battle. Back to the point tough,Ri was a light sleeper and she was perfectly able to feel when someone's staring at her,even in her sleep. The maiden slowly opened her eyes,eyebrows already furrowed, even before she realized it was her aunt who was so intently staring at her. She rubbed her eyes to clear off the bluriness and slowly sat up on the bed , with a quiet yawn. Goethel stood up from her position and straightened her posture ,before handing sleepy Ri a bucket, filled with seed,food for the chicken she assumed.
"Here,do something useful. Who's going to marry you,if you are lazy like that?" Rienna was still sleepy,but recognized the voice. Tough ,the words made her giggle and press her lips together to avoid bursting with laughter. Marriage? What marriage? This was just about the last thing in the girl's mind right now. She was too young and considered herself a child,defiantly not ready for marriage,or even worse,kids. She had plenty of time to think for family. Rienna slowly stood up and went to take a bath. Now this place wasn't exactly what she was used to,but it still had a shower and a tub she could use as much as she want. Not that she was used to live like a royalty , but her father was a trader,she traveled a lot and was used to better conditions. Her aunt's place was mainly a farm with a small house with three bedrooms and a kitchen. Ri wasn't sure about the other two beds but her own was way too...soft and puffy. She was literally sinking in the matress. She couldn't and wouldn't complain tough, after all she was't that kind of a person and she was to stay here just for a day or two before her,her older brother and Josh her father took off again. Or so she thought.

The maiden was soon done with her bath. She never managed to fully enjoy these and now that she actually got all the time on the world to splash in the water all she wanted ,she didn't feel like loosing time. She jumped out of the tub and dried herself and her hair with the towel that was left for her from her aunt. It waa all and stitched but she didn't care. She slipped on a dark blue sleeveless dress and started braiding her long golden mane. It didn't take too long,because she was pretty used to it by now,after so many years of braiding it ,every single day. It was a little too long to let it be 'free' even for a day. Even braided ,her hair reached her waist. She exited the small house quietly ,trying not to wake anyone up. Something that she failed,being her clumsy self,Ri managed to trip on everything on her way. Even Rusty,the poor old cat ,that of course had to scratch her in return. She muttered something in french and finally exited,carefully closing the door behind before taking a deep breath. The maiden walked towards the chicken cop ,her step filled with confidence. She started feeding the chicken, or at least the ones that were out of the small cop when suddenly,she noticed one of them wasn't moving. At all. Not even at the sight of the food. Rienna pulled brow and quickly grabbed the nearest stick ,before gently poking the seemingly dead creature with it. It wasn't dead tough and the moment the stick touched it's feathers,the small bird jumped,which made the poor girl jump slightly and stumble back as well. "That's it. Enough for today." The girl muttered to herself before turning around to get inside the house again,only to bump in her father's chest.

After a long conversation with her father and aunt ,that lasted a little over two hours,the four of them were on the dock . Before she knew it,she was waving to her younger brother and father and she didn't stop until their ship was out of her sight. So,if she have understand correctly,she was to spend a little more than two days here,with her aunt. A few more months actually,maybe a year. Rianna had carefully listened to her father's explanation about this and from what she could understand,he was doing it for her good. She'd learn a thing or two from her aunt ,including how to take care for a farm. The maiden snapped out of her thoughts when she suddenly felt a cloth being handed to her. She slowly looked down to see a dark,almost black cloak ,folded along with a few coins. She quickly looked at Gothel with clear confusion in her eyes "You don't have to use the hoodie if you don't want to,but cover yourself a little,you draw too much attention. Go on a small walk,buy yourself something and don't get lost. I'll be waiting back home. " with that,the older woman left. Ri sighed inaudiably and took the cloak on her dress ,before movig her braid on side. She started walking away from the dock and back in the town,curiously eyeing each building.

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[nickname: zev // age: twenty-four // crush: "what is love? baby dont hurt me"] - [role: the pillager] - [tags: blaze]
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Alright. Where the hell am I this time?

That's what Zeveran Baxter thought the second he found himself standing on the edge of the town. Each building was blurred to a point of stupidity and he was standing with a hood over his head and a bag full of stolen food and weapons. He could hear guards shouting farther off in the distance, realizing that they could very well be a good mile away from him. The man relied on his other senses when it came to living a normal life. But then again, his life was hardly normal and he was hardly normal. For one, Zev had just killed a man at his market stand and now he was trying to find a place to sneak into. But without being able to read any shop names without making a scene, he was left standing in place like a lost mutt. He barely considered the person he'd offed just then. Why should he? That man was just that... a man. Demons had no use for man - until the said demon needed man's food, which Zev had always thought was strange. But he didn't question it. He didn't question anything because horrible things happened when he did ask questions.

Though nothing horrible had happened to him in quite a while. Other than the fact that his world was turned upside down a few nights ago, Zev had not been hurt or called a worthless servant by the Devil who brought him back to the dead. It all stopped the night guards raided the apothecary shop where... the Devil........... worked. Don't question it... Zev reminded himself but felt the old familiar ping of confusion pull at his being. And what was his being exactly? Well, obviously, the man was a human. But he found it hard to believe and was perfectly fine accepting what his 'father' had told him. 'Little boy, the world has no need for demons such as you and I. Humanity will be our downfall. You just wait and watch... Oops. Sorry.' That was after Baxter had agreed to follow Baz, the Devil himself. Sebastian Sallis. Very little people knew that this man was a devil. But Zev did. Zev lived for him and he would have died for him without question.

And now Baz was dead. And it turns out, the man might not have been the Devil like he'd claimed to be. And now Zev was wondering if he was even a demon himself. He had nothing to answer the questions in his head. He felt nothing to counter this horrible feeling of emptiness he had. Feelings. What even are those, right? A deadpan expression and a cold heart allowed him this food in his arms. He might as well have been a demon since that's what the humans of this country called him anyways. He snuck into homes and killed families for their valubles. He knew no such thing as compassion or guilt and his hands were stained red with that beautiful color he adored so much.

Footsteps.

The blind man's head swiveled in the direction he had heard them coming from. How did I not hear you until now. Defensively, he rested his hand inside his cloak, feeling the familiar hilt of the dagger he kept there at all times. Using bare hands was all fun and games but you really needed a weapon if you wanted to be quick with your work. Somewhere along in the distance he heard the guards getting closer to this part of town. Maybe they'd eventually catch on that they would never catch him. He was too dead for them to understand that he had no intentions of being locked in one of their mundane cells or hung up like a dog. He would kill everything before that happened. Starting with this unwelcomed guest. Though his body stopped as soon as the figure got a little more in range. Red. This person's head was on fire. A wonderfully red flame and he could only assume it was a demon. Had Baz sent somebody to retrieve him? Almost instinctively, he straightened his back and dropped his hand from his cloak. "You there," his voice was just as hollow as his eyes and there was no trace of humanity in it. Almost like a recorded message stitched with uneven tones and inexperience. And it was also harsh because there was never any warmth in the things he did. "Your head. Have you come to get me finally. I kept doing as he asked. You should see all the gold I was able to get. Where is Baz?" Surely this demon would know Baz's name. Even in the human world, Mr. Sallis was a formidable title known throughout the underworld and elsewhere. It was all part of a master plan, the Devil assured Zev time and time again.

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Evangeline Walker
Age: 19 ; Location: Castle ; Tags: open ; Crush: open ; Role: The Princess

xxxEvangeline was already awake going over maps and looking through books. The only time she had to herself was early in the morning before her royal duties would take immediate action. However when she does hear the knock on the door she looks back and panics inside a little. Quickly she scrambles closing the book that was opened and rolling up the map she was reading. She places both the book and map inside a drawer and makes her way to the bed. "Come in," she says once she found herself inside her bed once again. Upon her speaking the door is opened and a ladies maid rushes in. Evie gave the girl a smile, as she placed a tray of food on the desk she was just at. "Morn'n your highness." she said. Evangeline rubbed her eyes as if she had just woken up, "Morning Lidia..." Lidia was not young but she wasn't exactly old but she was good at what she did. It wasn't a lie either that Lidia and Evangeline were close to an extent of course. "Were you already awake?" Lidia asks her raising a brow as she made a way to the large wardrobe. Evangeline shake her head immediately, "No, I just now awoke when you knocked on the door..." In all honesty Lidia knew Evangeline well enough to know when she was lying. Besides Evangeline was never a good lier. "Hands, show them to me.."
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xxxEvangeline sighs as she steps out of the bed and puts her hands out. Of course ink she had been using to write with now stained her hands. Lidia walks over to her, as she holds one of the gowns Evangeline wore. "You're the princess. Your parents would be turning over in their graves, if they knew you didn't get enough sleep." With a small laugh and smile Evangeline looks at her hands, "I get enough sleep, I just wake up early that's all.. There is nothing wrong with that." She notices Lidia roll her eyes a bit, "Wash up, you have a full day a head of you now." Evangeline nods obeying walking over to a bowl of water. She rinses the ink off and when she turns around she sees Lidia opening up the window to bring more light into the dark room. "Have you seen my brother this morning by chance?" Evangeline asked her as she dried her hands off. "I can't say that I have your highness.." Evangeline shrugs and looks and sees that Lidia has left the gown on a chair. Evangeline takes it and moves behind the divider and begins to change. She may be a princess but she new darn well how to dress herself. The dress Lidia had chosen for her was one of her favorites. It was a close fitted dark satin blue tunic that trailed just above where her ankle started. It was still conservative and modest but still was an example of elegance. Once dressed Evangeline peered back to where Lidia had now finished making her bed.
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xxx"Thank you Lidia," Evangeline said with a smile. "No thanks needed your highness..Turn around now.." Lidia order as she now began to fiddle with Evangeline's hair. Evangeline stood still allowing Lidia to work. Her mind began to trail at the duties she had to attend to that day. She normally handled the more of the social or well being of the subjects in their kingdom. Though with her brother's absence, she felt like she was governing an entire kingdom by herself. When Lidia had finished Evangeline felt a crown being placed upon her head. It was heavy a bit to heavy she had to admit. "I'll leave you to eat now, your highness," Lidia curtsies and leaves Evangeline by herself. Evangeline smiles and she watches her leave and the moment she is out of sight and the door shuts. Evangeline takes the crown off her head and slumps into a chair the last thing she had on her mind was handling a kingdom today.. How was she to govern one if she had no idea what was going on outside the walls? Her eyes glance over to the glass window and a sigh escapes her lips. She knew the royal court was expecting her and her brother to be there soon. Sooner then she had hoped. Maybe she had time to collect her thoughts somewhere else for a short moment perhaps... I'll be back before they even realize I'm gone.. she thinks as her body now moves grabbing her cloak. She leaves her room and food behind beginning to walk the halls of the large castle.

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The Noble Head Knight

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Up before the crack of dawn, bed around midnight. That was pretty much Chase's sleep schedule, and it was no different today. As usual, he was awake quite a while before anyone else. Being the Head Knight came with its perks, but it also had its downfalls, like his sleep schedule. Still, he didn't mind it all that much, to be honest. After all, he wouldn't have really worked so hard to get into this position in the first place if he hadn't liked it. Early morning patrols had been the first thing he did, as it was kind of his job to protect the castle and organize the other knights who had the same job as him. Organizing the other knights and getting them to where they were supposed to be, changing the shifts and whatnot, didn't take any longer than it normally did, and soon, everyone was where they needed to be. By that point, the sun was just starting to peak over the horizon. That was good. It meant he was making fairly good time. After that, Chase had headed to the stables to do a quick check on Ahaura, as it was good to always have her ready should an emergency arrive. Seeing that she was all good, he returned to the castle.

Now, he found himself standing by the entrance of the castle. The sun was rapidly coming up, its light reflecting off his armor. A gentle breeze blew, cooling him a little, but not so much that he was cold or even chilly for that matter. He tapped his fingers on the hilt of his sword, quietly thinking about this and that. Morning, he tended to find, was always a nice time to reflect on things. Specifically, during sunrise. Or sunset, that works just fine too. Today, he thought a bit about his history. His father, Aidan, had been head knight before him, and he had done a pretty good job. Chase hoped to follow in his footsteps, doing just as well of a job as he had done. It was nice, feeling like he was sort of keeping the job in the family. He could remember the days when he was younger, wanting to do nothing but be the head knight. Now his wishes came true, and it was nice, though he kind of felt as though he wasn't sure what to strive for next.

Another breeze quietly blew, pulling Chase from his thoughts. I'd best get a move on with things, he thought. It had been such a good morning and he didn't want to change that now by falling behind on his tasks. The next thing to do on his list was go for his usual walk through the castle, and check on the royalty to make sure they were all okay. It was rare that anything happened, but it was still always good to check. Slacking was never a good thing. Chase turned and headed inside the castle, making small clinking noises as he walked from his armor quietly clapping together. He was headed toward the princess' room when he ran into none other than the princess herself. Mildly surprised, he stopped and said, "Ah, hello, your highness. I was actually just on my way to do my usual check up on you and your brother. If I might ask, what brings you out this early in the morning?" The princess wasn't usually up this early, or at least she wasn't normally out walking around outside of her room this early, as he could recall, or maybe she did when he wasn't around. He wasn't sure, but that wasn't important right now. Chase quietly waited to see if she would be willing to answer him or not. If she didn't, it was no big deal. He'd just be on his way then to check up on her brother and then continue doing the rest of what needed to be done.

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⟨ 21 ⟩ ⟨ location; main forest road ⟩ ⟨ tagged; Zeveran ⟩

xxxxx۵ Blaze just so happened to be stuck in a mindless wander, her brain elsewhere while her mare continued forward. The horse knew where they were going. This happened every so often, enough to know the outlaw had nothing to worry about. She wouldn't find herself lost in some random land, or being surrounded by the palace guards. She'd pulled the head wrap from her face, relieving to the world her true beauty. She could definitely be the princess for all they knew. Just kidding, princess wasn't a vibrant ginger but, you get the point. Blaze was freaking hot, and she damn well knew it. Enough about her appearance, for we all know her hidden conceded nature matched the ego of a seventeen year old high school quarter back who just scored the big game's final touchdown. Let's dive into her mind, because what else are screwed up characters for besides mere entertainment? Our little outlaw heard the cries of a bird above her head. It was fairly early in the morning for the avians to be up and hunting, considering they probably caught their prey in the midnight hours, but she barely thought twice about it. The sound, pleasing to her ears, took her back many years when she was a small child. Now, Blaze was an adorable child but as mentioned before, enough about looks. Between the ages of three and six, young Blitz Morgan sat within the grass, watching as the alfalfa swayed with the gentle breeze of the wind. Her brother, older than her by a year in a half (but if you ask him, it's two years), had just returned from the near forest where their fort resided. They were making their way home, he'd just run back to get something before supper. The eagle cried, and the pair shared a mischievous grin. They began racing home, running as fast as their little feet would carry them. The duo might as well have been twins within their minds, knowing one another's thoughts. However they looked nothing alike, Blitz getting all recessive genes and her brother ended up with all of the dominate ones. Their only slightly similar feature would have been their eyes, which were both shades of brown. They slowed as they neared the road, staying in the ditch in order to prevent anybody from seeing them in the tall grass. Laughing and teasing, the pair were just about to their village whenever terror struck. Flames burning. Smoking clouding. People screaming. The children were just that, children, and had no idea what to do while their home fell the ground.
Before the memory came to it's worst, Blaze blinked away the flames whenever an unfamiliar sound hit her ears; a voice. It forced her face into a frown, pulling her horse to a stop. A natural action, she looked into the man's eyes and saw something she'd never witnessed first hand. This man was blind, or at least close to it. The slight clouding intrigued her so much he didn't even need words to spike her interest in him. That's when the real noise came to her. Guards. He was a criminal and that meant they were one in the same at the time being. She tightened the reigns on her mare, their code for "alright let's get the hell outta here," and looked at the man once again. "My hair? Yeah, it's pretty grand ain't it? The guards are after you and let's just say, I think we're on the same side here, k? So get on the horse and we can talk later," her words flew from her mouth quickly. She wasn't used to taking care of another human, but she'd be damned if she let this man get taken to the prison. She'd spend her fair share of time there in her adolescence and she knew it wasn't a place for a partially blind man. It was only then that it registered that his words were as if they were supposed to know one another. Blaze never forgot a face, nor a pair of eyes, and knew for a fact this was their first encounter. Whoever this Baz fellow was, she wasn't associated with him. But that talk could come later. "We'll be safer at my place. This isn't the first chase I've been on, if you come with me you'll be safe."

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[nickname: zev // age: twenty-four // crush: "what is love? baby dont hurt me"] - [role: the pillager] - [tags: blaze]
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He couldn't help but stare at the figure in front of him, his dead eyes trying to look past the blur and onto the face that hid behind. But it didn't do anything. Shocker. He was stuck in this perpetual existence of not knowing things but as stated earlier, Zev followed orders without question. Though he stopped when he heard the voice that came from this being. Girl...Well she can't really be all that helpful now can she. Zev knew what expression was on his face and he was pleased when he touched his own lips to find that they were as straight and cold as always. Cold dead expression. "Don't let your thoughts show. Don't ask questions. And most of all, trust nobody completely except for me." He was not smart in a way that most people were but it didn't mean he had no brain of his own. Trained to ignore everything that could make him human, Zev was particularly great at trusting his own instincts. And his instincts in this case made him stare at this girl for a long while. The uncertainty he felt made no move past the inside of his head just like he made no move to get on that horse.

It definitely wasn't a response that a demon would have used, Zeveran thought as he let his clouded gaze wash over the stranger. But in the distance, he heard 'all the king's horses and all the king's men searching the streets for poor Zev's head again'. He could have gone right. Right was a great option. That building looked jagged enough through the obstructive illusion and Zeveran was sure he'd have been able to scale it easily. They didn't call the man a demon for nothing. He had a way of doing things that seemed only too otherworldly and disappearing into thin air was one of them. So there was that way or there was this girl. And there was him, standing there probably looking like a wee damsel in distress. If this person happened to be human, he knew he couldn't trust her. But that hair. He'd never seen a human with that shade of red on their head before.

Her words did stick with him though and he tilted his head and began clicking his tongue subconsciously and without realizing it. It was a weird thing he did when he needed to think about his options. "You just said that you are on the same side as me but I am beginning to wonder if you know what side I am on. How do you know that I will not kill you?" But as his hollow and pointed words tumbled bluntly from his lips, his feet were already making their way to the red head's horse. She had a horse. Was it black? He couldn't really tell. Dark colors were lost on him and his world existed in shades. The bright colors fascinated him beyond belief which was why stepping into Zev's room would be like stepping into a mad house. Red washed on the walls from the buckets of the color that Baz had brought him one day. Along with that, he had odd gems and and trinkets that held rich and bright colors just strewn about the room. He didn't let anybody into his room and would easily kill anybody who stepped foot inside. That had also been an instruction from Baz but it was one Zeveran was all too willing to follow.

What was I doing? Where am I? He stopped abruptly in his place and did a 360 pivot where he stood. Building. Demoness or human. Horse. He was supposed to do something with that horse. Kill it? No. He shook the silly thought out of his head and started clicking his tongue. Ride the horse. Don't kill it. That would make sense. He'd never tasted horse before but he'd killed plenty of them as instructed. It had been one of his assignments by Baz once. He had gone into a stable and had slaughtered whatever was inside. When he returned, Baz called him an idiot for killing the small stable hand that had been cleaning a stall as well. Apparently he wasn't supposed to have killed any humans. Oops. Things like that happened all too often with him but its not like he really took it to heart. Once again, why should he have? ............... Horse. Focus.

The clicking stopped and he was on top of the horse in a matter of a second, executing his simple order without any more delay. An empty mind and a dead soul got away from you much easier than it would anybody else he figured. "I do not know where you are going to take me but may I suggest that you hurry your daring rescue mission? The guards are approximately 865 paces to the north of where we are currently dringling." He clicked his tongue impatiently at this sloppy rescue mission, completely disregarding the fact that they were most likely "dringling" because he had taken such a damn long time to get on the stupid horse. And from 865 he could now tell they were 823 paces and only advancing further. Their voices gave them away. Everybody's did. And when voices were unheard - Zev used the subtle tones of a man's beating heart. All of that was complete nonsense by the way. He was just very very good at telling the distance between himself and other objects whether they be moving or not. He just preferred to think of beating hearts sending a blind man signals. Simply ridiculous.

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Evangeline Walker
Age: 19 ; Location: Castle ; Tags: Chase ; Crush: open ; Role: The Princess

xxx"Ah, Hello your highness..." Crap Evangeline stopped in her tracks and a smile came onto her face. She keeps herself composed slightly, as she curtsy's to Chase, the royal head knight. She gives him a small gentle smile trying to conceal the small sheer of panic that formed inside her having already been caught leaving her room. This was normal for her however. A maid or servant always seemed to spot her whether she was walking around the halls or leaving her room. Sometimes they would even follow her. Though she was doing nothing wrong, she felt compelled to panic on the inside. "Good morning Sir Braddock, I was just on my way to take a small stroll...around the castle grounds.." It wasn't a complete lie but it wasn't exactly the truth either. Her mind was set on the forest, but she knew going unescorted was not a wise thing to do as princess. Yet she had plans to go anyways.

xxxFeeling, that it has always been a habit of hers. She folds her hands in front of her to keep from fidgeting. "I haven't seen my brother at all this morning. So I can't say if he is up or not. This is the first time I have stepped outside my chambers this morning. If I may ask how are the patrols? Running smoothly I hope?" As she waits for him to reply she recalls the notebook she had kept. It was a log almost of every patrol that she knew that occurred in the castle. It was still a work in progress but she found the knowledge she had on the matter would benefit her in the long run of knowing what exactly was going on in the kingdom. She starts to think further about the notebook at everything else she had logged. It wasn't exactly her diary but it was something she wrote in regularly. Personally she felt that was the only thing keeping her sane while she was stuck in the castle. Sure Evangeline was free to do what she pleased but at the same time it came at an expense. From what she remembered her mother teaching her, Evangeline always kept in mind she must put her people before her own needs. Evangeline did not mind this one bit, but she wished desperately to get outside of the stone walls that seemed like a barrier in her privileged life.

xxxEvangeline keeps her attention on the knight in front of her as she waits for a response. She had never had the chance to wear armor, though she didn't think that she would initially have to in the future. From the looks of it, the armor seemed to be heavy but it didn't seem to bother Chase. She try's to think back when she had first been introduced to Sir Braddock but nothing comes to mind. She had simply always seen him there at the castle while growing up. She recalls his father however, the previous head knight before Chase. He was a knight who served well and showed dedication to the royal family. Evangeline remembered many times her father, the king, would comment on how well of a knight he was. Anyone now could see that Chase possessed the same characteristics of his father and that he was following in his foots steps. It was a comfort for Evangeline to know that her and her brother were protected by the best in the kingdom. Not that the kingdom had extreme problems though they did have some. With the thought of the kingdom's problem, she recalls Lydia mention on how she was due to converse with the royal court later that day. She did meet often with them to discuss the kingdoms well being. She was never good at decisions by herself and sought council often. Though her brother, the prince, ruled also. Evangeline found herself making most of the decisions that regarded her citizens. Often enough Evangeline wished her younger brother would contribute more so she didn't have to run a kingdom by herself.

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rank;; prince • x • location;; hallway • tags;; open

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Sunlight pours through the large bay windows and onto the sleeping body that is sprawled out across the bed. Outside the bedroom, footsteps are coming closer. Without knocking a servant strides into the room, presuming that the prince is still asleep. Now Adoniram wasn't lazy, mind you, he was just a. . .night person and preferred to stay up later and sleep in longer. "Your Highness...Prince Adoniram...please...wake up!" the servant says, all the while prodding the body of the sleeping prince."Ummmm......huh......oh its you, James. Just leave the tray on the table...thank-you." the boy says groggily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and stretching. Obediently the servant sets the tray on the wooden desk and quickly exits the room. For while Adoniram had a friendly temperament, he could get very hostile in the mornings.

After the servant leaves and the door is closed, the boy slowly gets out of bed and walks over to the wardrobe. Shifting through the many clothes he finally finds what he's looking for. He snatches the shirt and pants and then moves behind the divider. He quickly slips the hunter green tunic over his head , which reaches to his knees and then slips into the tights.

Hey, we're talking about the days of old! So yeah, back then guys did wear tights. Don't judge.Back to our story.

After slipping on boots, Adoniram runs his hand through his hair and heads to the door. For some reason he keeps thinking he's forgetting something...oh yeah! Breakfast. Quickly grabbing a piece of toast he heads out the door and into the long hallway. His eyes slowly adjust to the slight dimness. While it wasn't pitch black in the hallway, it still could not compare with the brightness of his bedroom. He takes in the scene before him as his long strides carry him through the hallway. Servants dash in and out of rooms, fixing, serving, preparing, and whatever else they do. He stiffles a yawn and continues to eat his toast, wondering where his sister is as his keen eyes scan the hallway and adjoining rooms. Through the windows he can see the day come to life, as the sun slowly clears the trees across the large meadow. Wagons stir up dust along the road to the castle, carrying vegetables, meat, and all manners of things needed to keep a castle running. He now turns a corner, heading towards the courtyard and the stables. Today would be the perfect morning for a ride through the lush green forest. He could already feel the wind in his hair and the sun on his face, as he galloped his trusted steed across the fields. They would hardly seem to touch the ground, flying across the land as if they had wings on their feet. Oh the bliss of youth and strength.

Uh-oh. Up ahead was trouble, Evangeline and the head knight, apparently having a delightful chatter. Now he loved his sister dearly, but sometimes she could be a bit overbearing. She always seemed to want him around whenever she visited with the counsel. Which was beyond him since she ran the kingdom better than he ever could. Maybe he could slip by without them noticing. It shouldn't be too difficult considering the bustle of servants around them, but then again, Sir Braddock was the head knight and Adoniram was pretty sure not even a mouse entered or left the castle without his knowledge.