- ➳➳➳➳ kaladriel of arundell - loyal knight
"You can either die a hero
or live long enough to become
the villain"
➳ currently: at valor camp
➳ feeling: anxious
➳ tagged: open
➳ where: valor camp
I sat on a log near the fire, sharpening my sword before putting it back
in it's scabbard. I looked around at all the people who had gathered.
I knew there would be royal families here. I stood up, grabbing my
quiver and slinging it across my back as I reached for my bow. I
walked calmly through the camp, looking for a bucket of water
to drink from. The fight for our kingdoms was about to begin,
and I personally had no idea what to expect out of it. It could go
both ways, easily. I felt awful for the children of the such great ruler
who had been killed by the dark queen. I looked behind me quickly
at the sound of something, I heard someone approaching. I walked
towards the sound to see a young person, fully armored. I barely
got a glance, but then I saw herwalk away slowly. I had no clue who
it was, but those violet eyes I will never forget. I stood by the fire
once more and watched the flames slowly start to dim, so I started
towards the armory to see if any help was needed.
;; wb for Kaladriel. Sorry. ;;
in it's scabbard. I looked around at all the people who had gathered.
I knew there would be royal families here. I stood up, grabbing my
quiver and slinging it across my back as I reached for my bow. I
walked calmly through the camp, looking for a bucket of water
to drink from. The fight for our kingdoms was about to begin,
and I personally had no idea what to expect out of it. It could go
both ways, easily. I felt awful for the children of the such great ruler
who had been killed by the dark queen. I looked behind me quickly
at the sound of something, I heard someone approaching. I walked
towards the sound to see a young person, fully armored. I barely
got a glance, but then I saw herwalk away slowly. I had no clue who
it was, but those violet eyes I will never forget. I stood by the fire
once more and watched the flames slowly start to dim, so I started
towards the armory to see if any help was needed.
;; wb for Kaladriel. Sorry. ;;
- ♚♚♚♚ daenerys of brigiandell - loving princess
"If you want peace, prepare for war."
➳ currently: riding to/at valor camp
➳ feeling: anxious
➳ tagged: open
➳ where: valor camp
I sat there, mounted upon the white horse. My white, blonde locks in one braid down my back,
was covered by a hood from the long cloak I had been forced to wear. My violet
eyes scanned the camp below us. This was it. I was finally fighting for what was
rightfully ours. I clicked my tongue and I continued down the slope into the camp.
The long, gray cloak draped over the back of the horse, as I rode steadily through
the camp, keeping my face hidden from any people who tried to look. I wanted in
on this fight more than anything. Under this cloak, I had been wearing my armor.
My light weight, silver armor. My life was horrible since the dark queen arrived.
She killed my father, and made me and my brother suffer for many years. We had
grown up in Farendell. It was our home, and I knew both he and I missed our beloved
home, Brigiandell. I wanted to take our throne back, it was rightfully ours. My brother
is to be king, and shouldn't be worrying about the dark queen. I wanted my home back,
and I am willing to do whatever it takes to get it. I dismounted Silver, my horse. I then
grabbed the reins and walked the beautiful horse through the rest of camp looking for
who ever was in command. Seeing many people, I hid my face by looking at the ground.
I needed to find my brother as well, I had left Farendell before him, and told him to meet
me here and find me as soon as he could. I lifted my head up, my violet eyes scanning the
camp up and down, still looking. The feeling of not belonging was not my worry anymore.
I had been forced to run from my rightful home and live in some nearby kingdom, so needless
to say, none of the new surroundings affected me much.
was covered by a hood from the long cloak I had been forced to wear. My violet
eyes scanned the camp below us. This was it. I was finally fighting for what was
rightfully ours. I clicked my tongue and I continued down the slope into the camp.
The long, gray cloak draped over the back of the horse, as I rode steadily through
the camp, keeping my face hidden from any people who tried to look. I wanted in
on this fight more than anything. Under this cloak, I had been wearing my armor.
My light weight, silver armor. My life was horrible since the dark queen arrived.
She killed my father, and made me and my brother suffer for many years. We had
grown up in Farendell. It was our home, and I knew both he and I missed our beloved
home, Brigiandell. I wanted to take our throne back, it was rightfully ours. My brother
is to be king, and shouldn't be worrying about the dark queen. I wanted my home back,
and I am willing to do whatever it takes to get it. I dismounted Silver, my horse. I then
grabbed the reins and walked the beautiful horse through the rest of camp looking for
who ever was in command. Seeing many people, I hid my face by looking at the ground.
I needed to find my brother as well, I had left Farendell before him, and told him to meet
me here and find me as soon as he could. I lifted my head up, my violet eyes scanning the
camp up and down, still looking. The feeling of not belonging was not my worry anymore.
I had been forced to run from my rightful home and live in some nearby kingdom, so needless
to say, none of the new surroundings affected me much.
