⇨ [the shadows are coming]... ☠

[dream,]

nvm sorry c:

[Dark.]

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

Katalina eyed Roy with a slightly bemused expression. She could tell he was thinking of some crude comment to say in response to her name or bestial form. She took this moment to analyse the Prince. He was immature, selfish and arrogant, all traits that seemed to be a tell-tale sign of the Royal children. Take away the immaturity levels and you would probably have someone Kat would be attracted too. Well, par the age difference at least. Last time she checked, her alter ego was a panther, not a cougar.

It was the sound of approaching hooves that broke through Kat's thoughts. She took a moment to note how the streets had sprung to life, before transferring her cat-like gaze onto the horse. It was a pretty thing, with fire still fresh in it's eyes. It's lean stature differed it from the average dray horse owned by the peasants and it's flamboyant two-tone colouring certainly made it stand out from the bays and chestnuts of the King's own stable.

Kat flickered her gaze onto the steed's rider as he began to speak to Prince Roy. She knew this man as Killian Kensington, half-brother of the King. Internally she laughed. Who would be joining her next?! The Princess? The Queen? Or perhaps even the King himself?!

Roy seemed non-too-happy about the fact that his Uncle had turned up unexpectedly. She noted his sulky demeanour. She listened as the Nobles spoke. Therefore, she is available for me. She felt her eyebrows raise at this presumptuous, if a little arrogant comment. She noticed him look to her and matched his gaze, taking her time to glance over him as he continued talking to his nephew.

Killian Kensington was the type of person she had heard many tales about, and glanced now and again in the ample taverns; yet never actually met. Due to his lineage, he had the ability to seemingly walk amongst both the commoners and the nobles with no questions asked. Although she had a dislike of taverns, she found them useful for her work; as when the alcohol flows, tongues begin to loll a lot easier. Amongst the drunken stories there was the odd mention of Killian; a charming, well-liked man who had ladies falling at his feet. However, Kat had also heard that both he and his older brother were dogs when it came to women; she had yet to decide whether that was a fair judgement.

She's quite to pretty for you, you vile snake. Now that made a smirk spring upon on Kat's face. There was certainly no love lost between Uncle and Nephew. Interesting. Also, the fact that the Prince called her pretty was a well-received ego boost. Kat watched as Killian introduced himself, raising one eyebrow over the word 'reckless'. She glanced at his hand as he extended it in greeting. How best to greet this Noble? Kiss his hand? Hold his fingers and courtesy? She'd got away with treating Prince Roy brashly, why stop now?

Kat extended her hand out, locking her palm around his and gave him a firm handshake, before withdrawing her hand and crossing her arms beneath her chest. It was how she would greet one of her more shadier customers. She kept her gaze on Killian, a genuine smile appearing on her face. She noted his cockiness and matched it with her own confidence, "Katalina Ross, daring merchant and shopowner." She lightly jested at his own introduction. She unfolded her hands and took a few steps forward, her attention shifting to the horse. She gently reached out and stroked the mares muzzle, keeping her eyes on it's face as she spoke, "Visited by two Royals in one day! Is their something I'm missing?". Kat laughed lightly her gaze slowly flickering back onto Killian.

[Keriae]

(Karma is accepted. However, this roleplay is fantasy/medieval and as such there is no such thing as nail polish or eyeliner ^.^ Also, does she have a job?)

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As the maid had turned away to retrieve some clothes for him, the King silently mused about his choice of words. Nothing too special. Quite ironic, really, as any of his people would give their lives for a scrap of silk that his clothes were made out of. Shaking his head, he got out of the heavy covers and allowed his long nightshirt to fall down over his breeches before leaning his arm across to the small bedside table. The cold handle of the jug of ale was soothing against his still-raw fingers and he poured a generous tankard full before taking a long gulp. Upon turning back it seemed Serah had completed her small task and set out an outfit for the day on the end of his bed, neatly folded. His hazel eyes gazed at it for a few moments before he nodded.

"This one will do. You may go and send someone to retrieve my son, but first, as a royal maid, you will help me get dressed." As the maids would normally do, but what was the harm in watching a young woman squirm as she dressed him? He needed some way to relax, and if he couldn't do it by wenching, then he'd just have to settle for this. Maybe, in the future, he would have her too.

As he awaited her answer, King Phoebus pulled his nightshirt over his head and threw it across the room. It would need washing and drying before he could wear it again, but luckily he had two more in another chest so that he would always have a spare. "Well?"

[dream,]

oh haha sorry, I copied and pasted this from my other forum ^^ um no maybe later, for now she will just be a royal child and than maybe she will get a job =) }}

[Keriae]

(Royal children are only those that are the King's children, and those are closed, sorry.)

[Dark.]

♙ Sᴇᴀᴍᴜs "Sʜᴀʏ" O'Nᴇᴀʟʟ ♙

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══ Animal;; Irish Wolfhound
══ Rank;; Commoner
══ Job;; Huntsman
══ Status;; Single
══ Crush;; --
══ Tagged;; --
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Bang-bang-bang-bang. Bang-bang-bang-bang. What the hell was that noise. Shay grunted in protest, moving his face from his pillow. His mouth was dry. Why was his mouth dry? Slowly, Shay raised a hand, tracing his fingers over his cracked lips. Exhausted from his efforts, he flopped his head back down onto the pillow, only to be met with a face-full of cold saliva. It seemed he had been sleeping with his mouth wide open again.

The incessant banging continued. At this point, Shay was not even sure whether the noise was in his head, or coming from somewhere around him. Groggily, he forced himself to open his eyes and reluctantly peer at the window. The Sun was already streaming in, meaning it was well-past first light. Once again, the prime hunting hours had surpassed him as he lay in his alcohol-induced stupor.

That's it Seamus. I'm coming in whether you're decent or not." The banging had stopped. At least that was a small godsend. The wooden door sprang open as his landlord huffed into the room. Well, landlady to be precise. She was a plump, haggard looking women at least double his age; whose auburn hair was just beginning to turn grey at the roots. Most of her teeth had either blackened or fallen out entirely, however she was a nice enough lady. Well, shehad been a nice enough lady, until her patience had finally ran out.

Shay watched as she dropped a wooden pail down on the floorboards. Water sloshed out over the sides, trickling down through the cracked floorboards. His daily wash bucket. A pail of cold water to help him break sober and face the day ahead; which usually consisted of finding the nearest tavern and drinking himself drunk once again. The vicious circle. Seamus stood up, allowing the bed sheets to fall off him and pool around his feet. He was stark naked, but he didn't care. He knew his landlady didn't care either, though, to her credit, she had normally left the room by now. Something was wrong. Seamus glanced up at the woman, only now noticing how tired she looked.

As if on cue, the woman began, with a face etched from stone. I can't do this anymore Seamus. You haven't paid your rent in months - you bring bad men looking for money to my door. You've gambled away just about everything you own and some things that you don't own! Last night you gambled away your weapons and my only horse-. Shay cut her off, concern growing on his face, "I gambled away my weapons! What about -"

The woman let out an exasperated sigh and threw her hands in the air. Don't worry. Your precious mutt is fine. Now pack up your stuff and leave. You won't be welcome here again. With that, the woman turned and strode out of the room, slamming the door in her wake. Shay waited for the dust to settle before sighing. He walked over to the pail and knelt down, fully submerging his head into the icy depths. After what seemed like a lifetime, he resurfaced.

Shay's attitude was quite somber as he got dressed, lacing up his brown breeches and pulling on his boots. He shrugged his shirt on last of all. A sweet tang surrounded him, a mixture of sweat and alcohol. The few remaining items he possessed could be slipped easily into a leather purse; which he tied tightly around his belt. Saying a silent goodbye to the room he walked over to the window, lifting the shutter. It was a ground floor room, so climbing out onto the cobbled street was a piece of cake.

Shay took a breath and turned to look down. Sure enough, the small scraggy terrier had appeared at his heel. The dog was a stray and had followed him home once when he was in his Irish Wolfhound form. The mutt had never been far away ever since. Shay had affectionately dubbed the animal 'Scruff', and seeing as the thing always seemed to follow him around, he had formed a friendship with the little creature. He felt his pockets. No money. No weapons. Seems he was in need of a blacksmith. A smile played on his lips. Luckily he knew just the girl.

[lynettetan1]

Ariessa Wolfe

As he came closer, the donkey shifted, before becoming quite a familiar face. Ari smirked, though the happiness was evident in the glimmer of her eyes, the simply perked up aura about her. She always felt happy round good company, though anyone who didn't know her often couldn't tell. As he responded cheerfully, Ari's smirk widened, happy that her friend seemed to be doing well."Nice. You got the sizes?" She asked casually as she turned, starting to move towards the market. She knew the bird would want some meat, bread and perhaps some vegetables would be good. Ari often didn't put much thought into cooking, and thus sometimes even cooked them directly on her hearth, which had earned a little bit of disapproval, but honestly, what was a hearth but a giant fire? She usually was quite particular with her workplace, but she didn't mind the fire. Anything that dropped got burnt up, anyway, her fire wasn't exactly very weak. When she even bothered to eat healthy, it consisted of army type stew, everything avalible simply dumped into a large pot of boiling water. Pot supplied by her, of course. It was quite handy being a blacksmith, sometimes. Looking at Nick next to her, she decided she was in a good mood and so mentally added alcohol to the list. She had money to spare for the time being.

Her shopping list decided, Ari looked at Nick curiously. "So, how was your morning?" Seeing his job was in the palace, he had a set time to wake, unlike her, and it was quite early, so he probably already had a start to his day. She hadn't seen him in a while, so for a while she chose to simply enjoy another's presence.

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[Valhalla.]

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ｔｈｅ ｍａｉｄ.

Serah watched as the nightshirt flew across the room and not finding the strength to look to the king at that moment, she went over to the material when it fell and placed it on a table near to the door so that she could send it to be washed later in the day. She knew that wouldn't be her job - Serah would be serving the nobles in the throne room next. It was breakfast and one of the busiest parts of her day. The juices and food had to be presented immaculately - no fault or else the food might end on herself. Also, always smile at the nobles - make them feel welcome, make them feel superior. But running briefly over the ruler's words as her fingers fumbled on the side of her dress, she felt the King's eyes boring into her back. At that moment she did feel like the mouse she was, caught into the grasp of the cat. However he was not just a cat - but a legendary monarch, King of Theraide.

Now the maid, despite her age, was no fool. She knew that many maids could have dressed Phoebus and so the thought that the king would take her sooner or later, flashed across her mind - a thought she did not want to have. At that moment Serah was very relieved at the fact her back was turned to him as she was sure she her cheeks burning bright crimson. However, she felt no feelings for him (or at least she thought so) nothing but admiration and she would let the king know in the most gentle way, that a she was respectful and dignified woman.

Finding some unknown courage, Serah turned round with a light smile and nodded to the King, trying to keep eye contact. "Why of course, your majesty. Also, I will see that what you wish, about your son, is done." Her eyes glimmered in the light with content and picking up the materials from the bed she elegantly started to dress him, her face not faltering at how close they were once. Serah could not deny he was of strong build and she found it an amusement of why the others spoke so fondly of him. But glancing to his eyes every so often, she felt oddly out of place... isn't this really the type of thing a Queen would do to her husband?

[eugenides]

[[ @rated r, so sorry ;.; would it be possible for a timeskip to after the ride? ]]

[Rated R]

[ totally fine c: I'll post with drazahn as a human after being turned out soon ]