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[darĸнowl]

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[Keriae]

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When the maid eventually turned around, a small smirk pulled at his features as he saw the remnants of deep red blush upon the flesh of her cheeks. It gave him a sort of pleasure, to know that just the thought of him, a seasoned King trained in battle (and as thus, also a knight; he had to be, as part of the family tradition) could make a young woman blush just by looking at the back of her head. She slowly moved closer to him from the table by the door, movements timid and head held low, pointing at the ground and not reaching his gaze. Phoebus allowed her that: she was new to her duties and to the richness of the Court, and new to seeing her ruler on a daily basis. Soon she would settle in and become comfortable.

He stood still as she dressed him, lifting his legs so to allow Serah to pull the off-white breeches over his foot, calves and thigh before finally settling on his waist. His arms were lifted above his head to get the white tunic over his head before it was tied with the thin strings. Then he let the maid put the overcoat over him and tie it too before waving his hand to dismiss her. "You may leave now. I'll want to see you in the Throne Room for breakfast." Turning away, the King strode from his room and through the corridors. The Court should be waiting for him now.

[rukavis]

V I K T O R t a g g e d ----> thomas ; andrew ; roy


Viktor nodded appreciatively toward Andrew. An escort would definitely help his case when his boss found him roaming around the castles with a stranger... Viktor let out three nervous chuckles at the thought of how much trouble he'd be in. Viktor's wandering mind was settled when Andrew opened the doors. When the interior of the giant castle was revealed, Thomas didn't move. Viktor let out three more laughs - these ones amused - and waited for Thomas to regain his courage and enter the enormous palace.

As soon as they set foot in the building, there were loud, quick, and pounding footsteps - paw-steps - that turned into the sound of thudding boots as they neared. Viktor groaned for about three seconds, knowing exactly who that was. He didn't even need to hear the familiar voice or see the face that caused so much trouble everywhere he went. Viktor instead decided that this arrogant kid needed a taste of his medicine. Three doses of his medicine. Or twelve. Three or twelve.

"You're that odd cook, aren't you!?" Viktor knew what his answer would be before Roy even finished speaking.

"You're that pompous prince, aren't you?" Viktor mirrored the kid's wide grin in a mocking way.

As Roy prodded at Thomas' pride, Viktor felt a bit of anger rise up in him. He understood Roy causing an uproar to the citizens who lived here - what's a prince for, anyway? - but a newcomer who was looking for citizenship here? Did Roy want more people to dread his upcoming kingship?

Thomas held his ground considerably well where Roy is concerned. Viktor was proud of him, in a way. Of course, with the mention of his shifter form being the opposite of a mouse, Viktor's curiosity was spiked.

"I'd be careful when calling someone a mouse, Roy. Remember the fable about the lion and the mouse? If you're not forgiving, Thomas may not help you in your time of need," Viktor warned with a bit of a smirk on his face.

[[Agghhhh, I'm so sorry this post was slow! I've had exams, forced socialization, and a rampant four-year-old to babysit demanding my attention D:

[Dragonette_11]

{ I hope this is alright. She's kind of a character I made up ages ago, so a lot of this was copying, pasting, and editing. (feel free to ignore the long part and just read the basic form)

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Basic Form

      Name - Elizabeth Anne Arabella
      Gender - Female
      Rank - Thief
      Age - Seventeen
      Personality - Sly, playful, serious, cold
      rebellious, deceitful, valiant, loves
      fun, daring, hides most emotions,
      caring, sacrificial will, claustrophobic,
      free spirit, etc.
      (better to role play out)
      Form - Sparrow
      Height - Five foot five
      Weight - One hundred and twenty
      pounds
      Build - Lean, agile, toned muscles,
      womanly, bit of a curve
      Hair - Blonde and wavy/curly
      Eyes - Forest-green
      Skin - Barely sun kissed
      Facial Features - Fair, average,
      rather matured for her age


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Elizabeth Anne Arabella is her name. The Medieval Maiden. The stone cold yet heroic spirit. But a thief, a rouge, a wanted woman. How did it all come to this you ask? Well, that's a story she'll tell you herself if she deems you worthy of knowing it. Nor do you get to know what she's like, except of some for sure knowledge from rumors that travel about the kingdom. But enough of this talk, you're probably more interested in the girl. Elizabeth is seventeen years of age. As you know, she is a thief, but you probably did not know that she is an extremely good thief, now did you? In fact, she is the most wanted woman throughout the entire kingdom as of now, or at least one of them if there happen to be others like her. However, some support her for her crimes, for she only steals what she needs and gives what ever she doesn't to the poor. In fact, she is said to be quite a gentle lady amongst the poor. That's her attitude towards the poor, though. To people like guards, she may appear that she is stone cold, heartless, and without emotions at times. Then again, how else would people take her seriously? After all, she is a woman. One other thing is that she claims to fear only fear itself, but in reality, she is actually a major claustrophobic. That is all I can recall about her personality. Now, what about her possessions? Her possessions include a bow, a sword, a variety of daggers, and a horse. All of these she of course stole, except for her horse. She named her sword Aldair (All-dare), and it is always found on her person. It is a silver colored blade encrusted with emeralds (think of the emerald blade off of Guild Wars). She rarely takes it off. But her bow is her favorite weapon; but since when has a bow been given a name? She can use all of these weapons superbly, as well as without these weapons with hand-to-hand combat. But she seems to falter quite a bit with any other type of weapon. Then she has her horse, a stallion that she named Aiden (A-den). He is a mighty fine horse, a red-brown sorrel horse with faded in black stockings and nose, as well as a black mane and tail, with a white diamond in the center of his forehead, and is her closest companion. Onto the woman's looks, now. Elizabeth stands at five foot five, weighing around a hundred and twenty pounds. She quite lean, and of course, has an athletic build. Her muscles are visible, mainly on her arms, stomach, and calves, but they are not beefed out entirely. Her skin is of a fair, pale color, just barely kissed by the sun. The hair upon her head is curly, but of the wavy kind, and flows to the middle of her back. But most of the time it is braided in a single braid. It is of a lovely blonde color. She has bangs at the sides of her face, and her hair is parted off to the right a bit. Then she has these forest-green eyes that seem to light up her face, along with this radiant smile from her fair, neutral-pink lips. For the most part, she wears brown, finger-less gloves, a brown belt around her middle, and brown boots; all of these items appearing worn from time. Tucked into her boots are white-tan colored leggings. She also wears a brown cloak that can encase her entire body. Of course she has other outfits, though. This ties to her history a bit, but she also wears a necklace with the pendant of a silver sparrow with an emerald eye. It was given to her by her parents when she was born, and is also her give away. The only true knowings of her looks by the kingdom is that she for sure has this necklace, yet she refuses to take it off, and the people know who she is the moment they see the pendant. It is the only thing that the guards and knights of the kingdom can identify her by. The other thing that her necklace represents is her shifter form; a sparrow, which suits her quite well for she is truly a free spirit. Otherwise, she is an overall fair, and beautiful woman, but built for combat, agility, and prowling.

Pictures belong to their original owners.
I however cropped the image used for Elizabeth's appearances.
Character completely thought up by me, but as for her clothes,
I have obviously referenced off of Legend of Zelda's attire for Link.

[Keriae]

(Thanks for joining! Feel free to start posting ^.^ here is the discussion thread)

[Dragonette_11]

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In a
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A curly, blonde-headed girl stepped out from the shadows of the trees and into the morning rays of sunshine that fell upon the meadow. She was still rather young to be on her own, even at the age of seventeen, especially during these darkening times. Sun-kissed skin glowed healthily in the radiance of the sun while she stretched and took in a large breath of sweet air.

The young girl's name was Elizabeth, Elizabeth Anne Arabella. Born a sweet, innocent girl, Elizabeth still had troubles in her early life. Now, why was she out here, all alone? Well, behind all that innocence was a thief, and a rather wanted woman throughout the entirety of Theraide. Oh, but she was selfish and greedy about her thieving life! The girl helped others like herself as well; the poor and homeless, the weak and elderly, and any who simply needed help whom were worthy of it.

Unlike most women of the time, Elizabeth wore pants. Now, today she didn't wear her usual attire that she was found mostly in when thieving, but instead wore dark brown-black leggings, a white blouse that would be normally seen on a pirate that had bishop sleeves, which was also tucked into her leggings, a wide brown belt around her middle, and brown leather, pirate-like boots. There was another belt around her waist that held her sword and a variety of daggers. So in all honesty, she looked quite like a pirate today.

Her forest green eyes searched the meadow before her, landing on an object in the distance. It was a horse, and more specifically her horse whom she had named Aiden. Bringing her fingers to her lips, Elizabeth let out a long whistle that caught the stallions attention. He snorted and instinctively made his way to her, expecting a treat of some sort. He would soon be disappointed however for all she had to offer him was a pat on the neck and a scratch behind his ears.

"Hey there, baby boy," she murmured to him with a bright smile, hugging him around the neck. "Come along, let's get you cleaned up," she told him, having a slightly distinctive British-English accent. Elizabeth led the horse back into the forest with her where she had a little camp set up, the embers of the fire just starting to die now.

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↳xoxoxo At the sound of Roy making a snide remark about him he smirked and shrugged. He'd get him later. With that note, he turned back to the merchant. Kat. That was her name. Interesting. Quite. Killian smiled slightly and slid of his mare. "Just got her this morning. She's a wild one." He grinned and glanced at Kat. "Surprising. Your not married. A beautiful young women like yourself must have mean lining up at her door or are you just to stubborn to fall in love?" A teasing hint was laced in his tone as he raised his eyebrows slightly.
xoxoxo Smoke rising from the west caught his attention unlike it would catch a regular humans. He could smell it with his wolf senses, which was not weird at all. Jumping back on his horse he grabbed the reins, nodded to Kat. "I'm gonna go look where that is coming from. See you later." He called before kicking his horses sides to canter past all the people and into the forest beyond.
xoxoxo It seemed to be coming from a campsite, a young girls campsite to be specific. He watched in his large black wolf form as he led her horse towards the campsite. The breeze ruffled his thick fur as his hazel eyes traveled with the figure of the woman. Sniffing the air, he caught her scent.

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↳xoxoxo Voices and footsteps behind him alerted him of his fiance's presence. It seemed she had no hope what so ever in the king. Unless it come to over-powering him. Shrugging, he turned towards her and was met by a kiss on the cheek and a grasping of the hand. That was weird. Jon smiled slightly and kissed her forehead back since he was quite taller than her. "Quite good. How was your morning dear?" He cradled her in a huge bear hug which he knew annoyed her. Jon simple wasn't going to put up with her plot about the king or discussion at nights with the townies. "Would you like to head to breakfast now?"

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r e n e t t e . t a r g a r y e n

| female | 23 years | huntress | current form: human

⇨ Time Skip
Summary - Renette drug her kill to a clearing further down the mountain where she had left her supplies. She proceeded to shift to human form to carry her supplies and prey back to her village. She sold a bit over two-thirds of her catch to the butcher, keeping most of the remaining meat for herself. Some of it went to a close friend that had trouble putting food on the table on her own. She spent a short amount of time with her friend, who is known as Talisa, before moving on to her own home. Upon returning to her home, she stored the remaining meat and got herself cleaned up. Around this time, it was mid-late morning. Nothing really interesting happened between then and now. Currently, she is leaving her home with no set destination in mind. She lives near the edge of the village, as close as she could get herself to the forest. If anyone would like to interact with her, certainly feel free!
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Renette lay on her back, eyes closed and splayed out on her not-so-comfortable bed. She let out a deep sigh as she blinked open her bright blue eyes. She continued to lay there for a short time, staring up at the ceiling, before taking a breath and pushing herself up into a sitting position. What to do, what to do.. With no actual responsibilities, she didn't have much to do with the rest of the day following her hunts. That freedom may sound nice to some, but for Renette it was just a bore. She rose to stand, rocking back and forth on her heels for a moment. I wonder if there's anything interesting going on in town. Probably not. She headed for the doorway and walked through, shutting the wooden door forcefully behind her.

She blinked a few times to adjust to the unexpectedly bright sun. Looking around, she noticed about as much activity she had expected: None. Renette gave a soft sigh and turned to head deeper into the village. She walked down the road at a slower pace, kicking at the dirt in a bored manner. The dust of the ground and the hot sun made her feel parched. Perhaps I'll head to the tavern. After a moment, she decided against it. It's too early in the day for that. She continued on through the streets, hoping she'd find something to do before long. Having literally nothing to do was starting to drive her insane.

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{ ooc ;; I hope it's okay I did the time skip.
I just got so far behind with Renette & it seemed like the best way to catch up ;3;
My apologies for how poor this turned out as well <:

[eugenides]

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

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

christina tried to adjust to the dimness of the stables. she had taken a fairly short ride, aware that she mustn't be late for breakfast. despite the fact that this thought had nagged her most of the ride, it had been a pleasant experience. the early morning sun felt good on her face. hurriedly shifting into a cat, she scramble clumsily d off obsidian's back. once her paws were on solid ground, she took a pause to lick her fur in embarrassment. that was most undignified.

as she shifted back into a human, she thought of how lucky she was. obsidian can't tell anyone of my awful dismount, he's a horse. she thought, sighing gently with relief. "next time, i'll bring you a treat. do you like apples?" christina scolded herself. how are you getting so attached to this stallion?

[[ I hope this is okay xc ]]

[Dragonette_11]

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In a
Forest/Meadow
Area
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Single &
No Crush

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Elizabeth brought Aiden up to the camp within a minute or two. Bending over, she pulled out a worn horse brush and began to clean the stallion. He nuzzled her affectionately, but soon he became unsteady and alert. Elizabeth too began to feel odd. Gettin up, she looked around the surrounding tree.

A hand had gone up to her neck, clutching at her necklace, or her giveaway as a wanted criminal for that matter; a pendant of a silver sparrow with an emerald eye. Tossing Aiden's brush back towards the bag from which it had come from, Elizabeth stepped forward into the trees. "Hello?" she called out firmly, but more in a demanding way. Sighing, she turned back to Aiden. "Do you try to get me all worked up?" she questioned the horse with a smile as she walked back to him.