⇨ [the shadows are coming]... ☠

[Cuckoo]

Andrew||25||Crush...||Royal Guard||Grizzly Bear

Andrew had been up since dawn, making his rounds around the castle and checking in on a few of the newer guards and their training, catching most of them off guard and some even still sleeping. They had received quite a few disgruntled, annoyed looks from the large man which had been quite effective in making them get a move on. In Andrews opinion, there was no room for lazy guards, and even less room for those who didn't want to really be there, only working for the money. In times like these the castle needed guards who put real effort into it, not grumbling saps that complained every time they were assigned a morning watch. But the castle needed guards, it didn't matter that if Andrew had it his way more than half would be fired and replaced, so he had to work with what he was given, even if he thought it to be miserably inadequate.

His last stop around the castle was the front door, manned by four burly men that Andrew actually liked. He had been lingering a moment to talk with them, and when a voice sounded behind him it took him a moment to realize it was him that was being addressed. He turned slowly, arms crossed over his wide chest as he listened to Victor speak. It took him a second to place his name but it did come, and he soon remembered that he was a cook. He was good with names and faces, he had to be. He didn't know much else about him, but when he mentioned the other man standing with him his gaze moved to fall on the stranger, narrowing slightly. "What is you're friends name, and why should he be in the castle?" He asked, though he directed it more to the stranger. If he couldn't speak for himself then he had no business here. Andrew was not about to let some man from the streets walk into the castle without first gathering some information and being confident he was getting the real story.

Emma||20||Crush...||Ladies Maid||Whitetail Doe

Emma managed to smile back at Edwin, relieved he had decided not to take offence. For a moment the look on his face had made her stomach twist in apprehension, and she had braced herself for a verbal beating. There were many a royal in the castle that would have enjoyed chastising and yelling at her for such a mistake. Absently her hand went back up to her hair at his mention of it and she nodded quickly, sweeping back what she could behind her ear for now. She had opened her mouth to respond when Duchess Elssie interrupted her. She had not even noticed the woman's approach, and she immediately shrank back from her initial jab, her smile now gone and replaced with a blank mask.

She folded her hands behind her back and took a step backwards, further from the Lord and Duchess and perhaps a more respectable distance. She had not noticed before that she still stood close after the near collision. She now wanted desperately to leave, but doing so now would be considered impertinent, so she remained in silence as the Duchess went on, her head ducked and her still mussed hair falling around her face.

When a pause came she lifted her face and gave a small curtsy to them both, even stiffer and hurried than the once she had given the lord before. The Duchess made her uneasy, and she wasn't particularly known to be pleasant towards servants. She wanted to apologize once more to Edwin, but didn't dare in front of Elssie in fear of another rebuff. What the proper things for her to do now was to ask, "I'll be out of your way then, if there's nothing I can do for you?" Her voice was soft, and her eyes didn't quite reach the eyes of the Duchess when she looked between the two.

[Doordox]

((Hello there! Got a question. Could it be possie for me to play a primary villa of the series, whatever that may be? I havent played a villan in ages...

[eugenides]

christina elizabeth ann kensington
heir >> silver marbled bengal >> eighteen

in cat form?;; [x]yes [x]no
mood;; slightly excited
location;; stables
doing;; riding
tagged;; drazahn, nick

the heiress watched nick tack obsidian up thoughtfully. the stallion seemed to dislike this procedure. hopefully he's okay to ride. her doubts vanished when nick finished and obsidian calmed down. he probably just doesn't like being tacked up.

yet again, christina ignored nick. and, yet again, her reasons were to not ruin her image. of course, she would actually improve her reputation if she was kind, but the heiress was a very self-centered and proud person. she refused to believe her ideas were flawed. so instead of thanking him, or even just replying, she shifted into a cat. a silver marbled bengal cat. in this form, it was easier to get into the saddle. in a graceful leap, she was on the saddle. the princess shifted back into a human and jammed her boots into the stirrups. she gave obsidian a small nudge to get him going.

[wibeke]

(Nick can go interact with Ari if she still needs anyone. ^^)

Nick - 23 - stable hand - donkey - location: stable; going to Ari's shop

Nick stood still, ignoring the stallions little fit. The stomping and rearing didn't bother him much- the royal horses were often very spirited animals, after all - but he jerked his hand away as the stallion chomped down on his finger. He cursed himself for not managing to avoid it, but quickly slid the bit into his mouth before he could offer any more protests.
His triumphant smirk quickly turned to an expression of confusion as the girl shifted into a cat and then back again. Before he could say anything else, she was already on her way out.
"You're welcome?" Nick replied quietly, careful not to speak loud enough for the princess to hear. He wasn't too concerned about offending her, specifically, but he knew well enough to respect anyone with even the faintest ties to the king. Whether it was a horse or a princess, the king was sure to find out about it somehow.
They make a good pair, he thought, as the princess rode off without a word. Arrogant and spoiled rotten, the both of them.

With both Drazahn and the princess taken care of, Nick set to work on his usual morning routine. The horses needed to be checked on and fed, and a few of the horses would be needing shoes soon. This was the part of his job that he enjoyed. He was usually fairly good with horses - Obsidian being one glaring exception- and he found them a bit less confusing to deal with than people. It also helped that, being a donkey shifter, horses tended to find him somewhat familiar and calming rather than something worthy of ridicule.
He went from stall to stall, delivering each horses grain and making sure that each horse looked happy and healthy. He had a few words for each of them, and he was never all that shy about speaking to them as if they were people. Whether they understood or not, it at least gave him someone to talk to. If the rumors were to be believed, then at least one of them had to be listening. At the moment, he had his suspicions about the pony who managed to break into the feed room at least once per week.
"You're missing a shoe, bud," he said, examining the last horse,"How'd you manage to do that? I'm all outta shoes already, I'll have to get more now."

With the rest of his work done, Nick shifted into a donkey and trotted off, heading towards the blacksmith, Ari's, shop.

[lynettetan1]

(Haha, sure! )

Ariessa Wolfe

As an hour or two past, Ariessa woke up with a start, her hand rushing up to cradle her forehead. Her eyes were wide, and she breathed a while, before relaxing. The images of what she'd seen were already murky in her memory, and she frowned. She didn't remember exactly what she dreamed, but it sure gave her a fright, apparently. Cursing at herself, she pushed herself up, stumbling quickly towards the back ofthe shop, where she washed her face quickly. "What a great way to start the morning." Ari muttered dispassionately to herself, before sighing softly, getting up, disgusted at herself. For a dominant person like her, something like this was unforgivable. What if someone had seen her, for goodness' sakes?! Her being scared by nothing more than a figment of imagination. That was embarressing. Well, one thing was definite. She was not going back to sleep after that. Deciding that she mght need some fresh air, Ari sulked for a bit at the thought of going outside, before telling herself that it was for the best. She needed some shopping done, anyway.

Flipping the sign to say closed, Ari strode out languidly, only to hear the faint clopping of hooves. Seeing a dishevelled looking donkey, Ari smirked, before calling out, recognising him easily. "Heya, a*s." She called out playfully, before letting out a soft laugh. His was one of the faces she saw quite a lot, other then a certain Irish wolfhound. Curiously, those she seemed to get along quite well with, usually seemed almost perpetually drunk. Shrugging to herself at the thought, she walked towards him, before speaking again. "You want anything? I'm gonna grab some groceries though, so how about you tell me what you need whilst we walk?" she offered, deciding she could do with some company.

[Dark.]

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══ Animal;; Black Panther
══ Rank;; Commoner
══ Job;; Merchant/Procurer
══ Status;; Single
══ Crush;; --
══ Tagged;; Roy
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♟ Kᴀᴛᴀʟɪɴᴀ "Kᴀᴛ" Rᴏss ♟

As soon as she hit four, the lion darted forward, head butting Kat in the leg. She unbalanced slightly, and would have fallen had the rogue not caught her as she staggered slightly. Kay straightened herself briskly, running a hand through her now-dishevelled hair; appearing shocked was one of her biggest pet-peeves.

Just as he took a step back from her, Kat took a step away from him. He was saying something, she knew, in a tone laced with cocky arrogance. However Kat was not listening. She ran her eyes up his attire, before finally taking in his face. The Prince. Then he mentioned paying his mother Helena a visit, which backed up her train of thought. Kat allowed herself a momentary glimmer of shock-horror before her face returned to it's mask of cold calmness. Perhaps now would be the correct time to grovel, or apologise profusely for her misgivings; however Kat simply wasn't that kind of person.

The shopkeeper allowed herself a small smirk, flicking her brown hair to one side, "Well, my lord, if I were to meet your mother dearest, I would probably tell her that her son has better things to be doing than pestering people who actually have to do an honest days work to earn a living." Her. Honest days work. Hah, "And that she should probably keep him on a tighter leash." She cut that one short, perhaps she had gone a bit far speaking so frankly to the Prince. Instead she let none of this show, keeping a smug calmness about her.

Kat listened to him, tensing her jaw slightly. Well she couldn't refuse his request now, given how direct she'd just spoken, "Black Panther. Perhaps only slightly smaller than you in your lion form." I could have wiped you out in a fight. "And the name is Katalina Ross, my Lord." She kept his gaze during the whole of her speech and now glanced at him, curiously awaiting his response.

[norm]

K i l l i a n

Killian turned to see the beautiful, aged Queen padding his way in the most graceful way. She looked stressed, tired, and overall over it. He rolled his shoulders back and inhaled deeply waiting for her to approach; as he knew she would. Listening intently to her ever word, Killian shrugged. "Sort of. I was thinking about going off into the woods later today. Hunting. " He paused and glanced sympathetically at her as for he knew she couldn't come. "Tamed two of the wild steeds that were brought in yesterday. I though I'd keep one just for good measure. " A smiled formed on his facial features as he turned fully towards her. The tankard was empty by now and he silently placed it on a table on the balcony. "Well, I'll be sure to talk with you later. The spot is always open for you to come join me in hunting." Killian winked teasingly at her and grabbed the cup, tossing it into his room as he walked by; it falling right into the sink on the other side of his room. "Bye, love." He waved behind his head and didn't look back. The weather outside was quite enjoyable as he briskly sauntered towards his newly tamed mare that was still tied up on the post. Gripping the reins tightly, he swung himself up into the leather saddle and adjusted before turned towards town, clicking slightly with his tongue. The pinto trotted straight forward towards the middle of town. In town was busting with people and he had to slow the horse to a slow walk which he didn't mind because he loved being friendly and talking with others. Killian guided the steed easily through the mass of people, everyone basically waving, saying hello, and smiling at him because he was a town regular unlike his brother whom always stayed inside the castle walls. Almost everyone in the kingdom knew or met him before; which was quite satisfying for Killian.

(Anyone post for Jon?)

[Rated R]

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NAME; Drazahn Aygir
AGE; Twenty-One
GENDER; Male
JOB; Lead Royal Stallion
ANIMAL; Black Stallion
ANIMAL KNOWN AS; Obsidian
FORM; In Stallion Form
CRUSH; To be Determined
LOCATION; Being Ridden
TAGS; Christina

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Drazahn watched out of the corner of his eye as the princess shifted into her silver bengal cat. She was light and airy as she jumped onto his back, and he appreciated not having a human heave him/herself onto his back this time. Though, it caught him by slight surprise when the heiress shifted into her human form, her long dainty legs now hugging the stallion's sides. I should probably act somewhat confused, he thought to himself, and he took a few uneasy steps forward in an effort to show that he hadn't anticipated the shifting. He had to act like a normal horse, not like a shifter who could fully understand the concept.

He was grateful for her weight. It wasn't very heavy, though her hands were firm in the reins, giving Drazahn a sense of comfort. Being a horse so often in his life had given him the ability to fully understand the feelings of a horse and what the equines generally liked. He let out a low whinny, very soft like a mumble, as she urged him forward with a commanding nudge. He walked quite elegantly due to his muscular build, and his arrogance as a stallion, and he made sure that Christina felt comfortable on his back. He could sense whenever she moved or shifted her weight, and usually that would be a great indicator of discomfort.

Drazahn continued to walk, chewing on the bit in his mouth for a second, which caused a small jingling noise. Drazahn peered her head back by lowering his neck in order to get a better view of the princess and her facial expression in particular. He pricked his ears and continued forward, looking around as they exited the stable. Drazahn wondered what the King Phoebus would think should he see his beloved daughter through the window, riding upon the horse shifter of the stables. He let out a ringing neigh which sounded quite happy, if anything, as they left the barn and walked out.

[darĸнowl]

{{ @norm;; Tom needs to meet someone important to talk about getting a job anyway so he could totally bump into him and Viktor! If you want. }}

т н o м a ѕ ➳ a м в r o ѕ ι υ ѕ
◘ υneмployed ◘ ѕιngle ◘ age 25 ◘ ѕнιғтer ғorм - ѕnow leopard ◘

Thomas' adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed anxiously while Viktor lead him in front of the guard. Deciding it would only be right to answer for himself, he lowered his head slightly so as to not seem like he was being disrespectful, a single wavy lock of ginger hair dropping to his forehead. He looked up at the guard through his eyelashes, eyes narrowed only slightly from the sunlight. Tom could see the other man was just a bit taller than himself, about 2 inches. The guard seemed a little intimidating but he had met much meaner looking brutes on his journey down to Falconmoor. He supposed telling him what he needed to know was the safest route around him. Tom ran through all the things his mother and father told him about how one were to address themselves properly in a city like this if he were to ever get here. His mother had been all for manners, after all. He blinked his blue eyes before taking in a quiet breath.

"My name is Thomas Ambrosius of Riverdale. Son of Edward Ambrosius - my father once served the king here. I only wish to follow in my father's footsteps to do the same. I have travelled from my village for two weeks to get to Falconmoor and it's my first time here. Viktor offered to show me around the castle and maybe help me out a little," Thomas stated confidently, without shaking to his relief. He tried not to sound too confident, though - slow enough to ensure that. Now he wondered if the guard would make a remark on his accent like Viktor had. He glanced at Viktor, shooting him a small, side-ways smile. He hadn't told his new dark-haired acquaintance all that yet.. Not about his last name and how high up the ranks his father really was, at least. He wondered what this guard would think. He looked back up at him, keeping eye-contact.

[Keriae]

(It's late and I don't want to find the discussion thread so I'll post here: Killian should totally find them and take them to Phoebus and wake him up xD)