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Postby *ajayred* » Mon Feb 17, 2014 10:22 am

A Place you can post and talk to fellow TLF fans, as well as nag me to get more written and posted!


I should not have to make any rules for this, but just in case.

No swear words.
Be nice to others.
If you do give a critique, i would be happy to take it if you do so nicely.
Other then that, have fun and talk with others!


also, here is the NEW THREAD.
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Re: тнє ℓαυяєℓ fℓσωєяѕ.(not as girly as it seems.)

Postby *ajayred* » Mon Feb 17, 2014 10:25 am

PROLOGUE
Laurel had never been much of a lady, but she could pretend when she had to,not having much of a choice being the daughter of an ex-duke and duchess. They had always pushed her to be a lady, pushed her to be the person they wanted her to be, not who she was. on the night of the gala, they went to far, setting a whirl wind of troubles in motion, she leaves and gets herself in more trouble then she ever imagined being in, starting with being pulled into a rebellion against the Cymatilus king.To top it off,she is disguised as a man and fighting herself to stay inline.


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A ruthless king rules the kingdom of Cymatilus,a kingdom of wealth, known for their many silver,sapphire and iron mines, if a person was not wealthy in any form their life would surly be hard,as the king does not focus on his people, and what he can get out of them. Slavery is a common practice and most servants at one point are sent to the mines.

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A unruly king ruled the kingdom of Carpsainis, he isn't the wisest of kings, making him out to a puppet between his queen and the Cymatilus king. Most citizens of this kingdom live with little or no interference from their king an his guards and knights and live off violence and loyalty. The kingdom is known for their fine furs and weapons.

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A king but strong king had ruled the kingdom of Rutilus,where he had died, his queen had stepped in.the people of rutilus were cared for by the king and queen,but hard workers, the kingdom had the best produce and cloths,provided from the citizens, It was loved kingdom by all its people until the queen fell ill, and the king of Cymatilus took the weak moment to wage war,subdue the kingdom and take over the land for its own.
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Postby *ajayred* » Mon Feb 17, 2014 10:26 am

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I have never liked dresses, not once in my life. I had worn trousers underneath during the winter months, and had gone without the many under layers during the summer months. So when my mother once again came into my room, holding one pair of shoes with silver embroidery, with three servants in tow each holding bundles of beautiful, silky, thick and long dress, my stomach tightened and hands clenched at the trouser and tunic borrowed from my thirteen year old brother. My mother’s face fell into a frown, but she was busy and obviously did not want to argue.
Walking over to me she pulled the tunic over my head before I had time to protest, un-tucking my under dress and waving one of the servants over.

"you are a young woman, of sixteen! you should love these dresses.." she huffed and pushed the ever so hated corset under my arms, the servants would normally do this, but mother was once a servant and when she is tired and irritated these old habits slip out. I inhaled sharply as she tugged at the strings.

"To tight to tight! pleeeaaase!" I whined as I tugged at the corset, she sighed and loosened her hold slightly and tied the knot.

"Your father needs this, Laurel." Mother said harsher then she meant, but I knew she didn't mean it.

A small, barely hidden sigh escaped my lips and I looked out the window as my mother went looking for a dress in the many.

"I know mama...I know. the council is thinking about letting papa back in, and the kings gala is the best way to speed up that decision, and any mistake from his family can reflect on his judgment, head ship, and skills." I spoke, my mother joining in for emphasis.

"Lord Audrey's son will there." She spoke lightly. I scoffed and rolled my bright blue eyes. I had no interest in courting anyone. i hated the idea, just the thought of being stuck with one of those lords, of being stuck with anyone. i would live my own life. My mother misunderstood my actions and rolled her own eyes with a fake scoff and held back giggle. I groaned, as if reading her thoughts but left it alone; I myself did not want to argue.



After a while of back and forth negotiating, my mother has decided to let me wear one of the simpler dresses, it hugged but was still easy to move in. a pale shade of blue, with a royal blue border on the long fluted sleeves, the hem, and neck line that was modest. The lacing in the front was black. It flowed down, so i could move my legs with ease and hide my trousers underneath, and my hidden boots -also borrowed from my brother- Hopefully no one would notice.

"You there, child." A familiar nasally voice called. It was the duchess of the Appleline isles -a very clean place, even their servants are dressed in finery because she cannot 'stand to look on such distaste and think of poor farmers tending to her.'- It disgusted me how she treated them. When i get free from these chains of family bonds, I will free my servants. I will get my own land. No one would talk bad about a female having such thoughts when they see me.

"Yes, Duchess Maria?" I offered a ladylike smile that all the years of training had instilled me. She swaggered over to me, her attire was very flamboyant, consisting of fine clothes of purple, blue and green with an array of different floral patterns. Inwardly I frowned deeper, she always had something to say about my dress, or hair, or personality. So when she passed a piece of paper in my hands with the wax seal of the Swan family a family that seems to thinks I’m sweet and reserved,-their middle child would think and know others wise- had invited me to stay with them for the summer, which wasn't very far off. A smiled graced my lips, but i almost wanted to frown thinking about staying there so long with all five children. Surly I would have trouble with all but 1 who happened to be my closest friend, Falon.

"Do my parents know?" I asked the duchess, seeing her frown from the corner of my eyes -likely from my hesitation- .

"Of course, and they both agreed, they would also like to help you-" she paused to pull up her dress and pull her black fur shawl back over her shoulders that must have fallen when she made her hasty journey looking for me earlier.

"-with your studies and ...ahem, manners". I knew she disliked me, after being here so long I didn't exactly act like the most ladylike. Who could blame me? There was nothing to here, so what if I climbed a tree every now in then while wearing a man’s set of clothing, or sneaked into the stables to help with the horses. I only smiled and nodded.

"Understandable, that is a very fine dress, is it for the gala?" My eyes glittered with challenge, I knew her family was not invited but she didn't know I knew. A hesitant smile tugged at her painted lips. She was going to lie.

"I have much more important matters, child, but yes, it is a fine dress, all the way from the palace." She gave a haughty smile and looped her arm into my and took my hand.

"Laurel, your sixteen now, it is time to fix your hair a bit more, wouldn't you say?” not really besides, you just want a doll. I smiled as an answer and let her lead me down the hall so she could order servants to fix my loosely held wavy tired back hair with only a strand of linen.



A girl looked back at me, with a face, dabbed with powder, golden rings of hair framing her face, as the rest of her hair was pulled up at the top of her head in a braided bun, stubborn bangs split on the far left moved out and pressed back her silver pins. her bright blue eyes lined with black, making them stand out. lips painted a rosy pink, she was pretty, looked like a doll. Like a delicate flower. A sweet lady. It took me a moment to realize the girl I was staring at was my reflection, my heart tightened at the sight. This was not me.
I'm not pretty,I’m interesting.
I'm not a doll,I’m a sword.
I'm not a delicate flower.
I'm a Thorn bush.
It took a lot more strength then it should have to keep from punching the reflection in the mirror when all my brothers walked in and gasped. Dezil was the first to speak.

"You look like a girl!" He exclaimed with an over dramatic gasp, Arnold laughed with him.

"We will have to keep an eye on the boys." Arnold said with a second meaning that none of the ladies in the room would catch. So, as always Dell clarified without knowing.

"Yeah, the first one to ask for a dance is gonna get a boot to the shin, and the others will be dumb enough to ask if he upset her!" he giggled, in the most manly way a thirteen year old with a changing voice could. I rolled my blue eyes, and they continued their teasing, all though I have to say I was pleased to hear them mocking any of the stupid boys then my doll-like appearance. I smiled and let out a laugh and shook my head, looping my arm in Dezil's and Dell's arms, while Arnold looped his in Dell’s, we headed out the door and into the carriage we should have been in ten minutes ago. I caught a glimpse at the falling sun and swirled color in the clouds. Something tightened inside me, things would change tonight.



The Ballroom was grand, large marble pillars held up a balcony that went all around. The windows framed with velvety red curtains, the floor smooth creamy and shiny enough to see the reflection of everyone walking on it. three large chandeliers placed in a triangle shape glittered with crystals dangling off, and lite with flames. I couldn't help but wonder how they lit those. It was also better lit then I expected this large room to be. Mirrors were placed around the walls, cut into shapes and designs. The mirrors reflect the light and brighten the room.... I smiled thinking of how cleaver that is. i will have to try that. I looked up in time to see the queen and king step down from the large stair way, people cleared a path and bowed followed their lead until the king had sat and waved his hand, and everyone continued their chatter on the sides and began to dance. I had lost track of my parents and sibling long ago. So i was on my own when a man walked up to me, bowing slightly and smiling, holding out his hand. I avoided his gaze and glanced at his hand. no. way.

"I'm sorry, but my dancing really isn't the best, i would not want to step on your toes." I smiled my gaze finding my red headed friend Falon as hers found mine. She quickly but gracefully walked over to me somehow avoiding touching a single dress hem. her red hair -red, not orange or auburn, her hair was as red at a shined apple- standing out against the cooler colors and dark hair. Does my hair stand out like that?

"Laurel!" she took my hand and smiled once she found her way to us in mere seconds.

"Where have you been? i have been wanting to talk to you." she said kindly, but I could see she was forcing herself -she was not a people person- as she turned to the stranger and gave a forced smile.

"I’m sorry. Maybe later?" she cut his words off with a glare and dragged me off under the stairwell. We both peered over at the now confused man, I moved back and made a disgusted face.

"I hate dresses, I hate dances, and-" I stopped and suddenly took in my friends attire. A deep green dress that was a bit fluffier then mine at the bottom, lined with white with short sleeves that hung off her shoulders slightly, with white lace connected to her dress and choker necklace. Her long red hair in a fish tail braid hanging over her shoulder, and on the other side a lock of hair flared out with a curl at the end. Her face all so was also powdered, lips painted and eyes lined. Making her vivid hazel eyes brighten.

"Oh you look pretty. And girly. " I stated and she gave me a funny look that i knew said 'I just saved you and you say that?' we both giggled after a second.

"I heard about the Wethers family proposition ..." Falon started with a hushed tone that was barely a whisper.

"What proposition?" I asked concerned with the expression on my friends face.

"You mean you haven't heard?" Her voice grew more uneasy.

"Explain it to me, and how you heard whatever it is you did." My voice grew in strength.

"That at the end of the summer, you’re going to have to make a decision to marry their eldest... and the odds of you being allowed to deny aren't in your favor." She said as carefully as she could, she then explained she heard her parents talking about it and the reason why I was staying with them over the summer. I heard nothing but my heart pounding, I was sure I was seeing red I was so angry, so betrayed . . . so scared. I felt a light touch and regained my senses and looked to see a familiar hand holding my shoulder reassuringly.

"Don't worry, it isn't a definite..." A weak smiled found her lips and she continued. "Besides, you can say no...The result couldn't be so bad." I myself gave a small smile and nodded.

"Right and we know my parents won’t force me." I took a calmed breath and suddenly saw my father talking to Duke Lucien Wether the Duke of Ashland. I grinned, surly it was the almost arrangement they was talking about now. My father caught sight of me and his hazel eyes met my blue. My left leg began to shake, as it does when I'm scared angry or nervous. I knew the look on his to well. Defeat and regret. Taking a step back I bumped the wall, my hands finding it and pressing against the cool smooth stone, welcoming the cool on my hot sweaty hands. My father nodded back to the Duke and my eyes widened. No... He couldn't.... I inhaled sharply as Duke Lucien's eldest son passed a rolled silk into father’s palm, a flash of sliver held it. A permission ring. If father kept it, he would later give it to me and I would practically be forced into a marriage. I let out a dry laugh and shook my head. Daddy would never.... He slipped it into his coat pocket.

"No!" I yelled out, catching the attention of some of the closer people. I nearly shoved Falon to the ground as I ran past her, weaving though the people as my face reddened and a tear fell from my eyes, which streaked the makeup. I found the kitchen and dodged dishes and prepared food held by the chefs. I burst through the back door, heading for the royal garden I leaped over the hedge, another and another until I was out and heading for the forest. It would take a day to get home, but I did not want to see my father any earlier than that.



After 2 days, I walked into Appleline dukes home -our temporary home- , with the confidence of a queen, carrying myself with straight shoulders and a high head, despite my knotted hair, and tattered, dirty, torn dress, and mud smeared face. I had had my tears, now it was time to fight. People adverted their eyes as I made my way up the stained stairs, it was early morning, the Duke and Duchess of Appleline, -the Dollard’s- were just now getting up, my brothers would be practicing their fencing and hand-to-hand combat, and my parents would likely be discussing the Wethers proposal. I waltzed into my room, the servants knew I wasn't in there, but still set out a bowl of water and a rag. After cleaning up a bit and changing into my slim fitting trousers, undershirt and tunic, then brushing and braiding my golden hair, I walked outside with my brothers, who were already losing layers of clothing from the morning sun and heated sparing.

"Hey! Who wants to spar with me this go around?" I asked nonchalantly, as if I had never run out and stayed in the forest for 2 days.

"Are you an idiot!?" Dezil yelled the second he saw me. He would spar with me, as well as give me a tongue lashing before my parents had the chance.

"Well, maybe just a little, but look at my influences!" I said, waving my hand in a gesture at all my brothers as if it explained every stupid thing I did. And then it was on, his sword met mine with a masculine strength I could never have, bending my wrist back painfully could ignore that pain though, he was big enough to take the anger I was about to throw at him. The rules didn't count in this game, we both knew it. I shoved forward with sudden strength and adrenaline and thrust my sword up and out, distracting him long enough to get into my stance and pull my helmet on. I lifted my sword protectively as he advanced and began the attack on my blade, trying to break my right-of-way. I used the feint attack and twisted my blade as he tried to parried, he took the bait and when he stopped to defend I attacked from the other side, seconds from hitting my target he twisted to the side, spun around, dropped and knocked me over with his leg, knocking the wind out of my lungs.

"Low....blow" I wheezed and kicked him in the gut. "Like that." I grinned with triumph trying to regain the rest of my breath.

"You...." Dezil growled and straightened, throwing his sword to the ground. I stood, leaving my own sword behind and lunged; he dodged and grabbed me by my waist and grabbed my clawed hands.

"They were worried sick! What were you thinking?!" He nearly yelled in my ear, but it came out as lower tone.

"That I wanted out of there" I growled, taking my free elbow and hitting him in his chest, twisted around and glaring.

"Whyyyy?" He drawled with a mock stupid expression you would see on a little kid asking why the sky is blue and not green.

"Because dad agreed to an arranged married to a man-boy I have never met!" I yelled out balling up my fist.

"So you run away?"

"Wha...Well...I didn't know what else to do. You don’t even understand you’re a man." I mumbled out now realizing how stupid it was.

"Right because men have every say in whom they marry.” He said sarcastically.

"You have more say then women do! And you know it! Are you saying you're fine with this?" I asked with anger and hurt mixing in my voice. He loosened, looked away and sighed.

"Of course not but there are better ways to handle things." He said picking up my helmet that I had just noticed fell off.

"Dezil...I don’t know…it’s just...I ..." I drawled, but he walked past and shoved the helmet onto my gut, which I grasped and he continued walking, Arnold and Dell, right behind him. Now I've done it.
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I am Red,
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Postby *ajayred* » Mon Feb 17, 2014 10:27 am

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A day like this would be wasted, for sure. It was sunny, with a cool breeze but warming sun, with few clouds. Yet, everyone was busy talking, mother and father was probably looking for me while I hid in my favorite tree as high up as I could climb. It was in the perfect spot, I was camouflaged by the large red leaves of the sanguis tree. I had a view from the side of the mansion, so i could see the back yard and front to an extent could see people bustling around and hear my name being called. Turning my head away and closing my eyes, the cooling breeze on my face made my thoughts drift back to my two days in the forest when I had run out of the gala.



The cold wind whistled though the forest, the white rays of moon light fought their ways though the night dulled leaves, giving he fog a bright, eerie glow. I was running, hard and fast, but i didn't know why anymore. My face was hot from a flush and cold from the salty streams on my face night chilled air. The wind was whipping at my face and blowing at my hair as if trying to push me out of the blue and grey forest. I tripped over a root stubbornly growing out of the ground, dirt and leaves flying up. Backing up the nearest tree and drawing my knees up to my chest I dropped my head in my hands and bawled like I hadn't in years, but then again, I hadn't. I tried to swallow my sobs and hold in my tears but they poured and I smeared mud on my face trying to wiping away the tears. I started pulling at my hair, ripping it free and sending pins flying. Groaning and crawled over, grabbing for the three silver ones from my mother and sniffled.

After fumbling around for the last pin my hand landed with a splash, sending water flying up, I blinked and looked down seeing the rippling of water at a ponds edge just as the moon came up and shinned down. I sure was a sight to behold. My face was streak with pale powder, black eye liner and then my pinkish pale skin underneath, hair in a mess eyes red and puffy, with mud smeared under them. My eyes however, was the brightest blue I had ever seen them, even in the pale dim lighting the moon and stars provided, I tossed my head back and laughed at my reflection.

"This is so over dramatic!" I said between my mirthless laughter.

After cleaning off my face and tucking the sliver pins in my corset -so I didn't lose them- I stood and dusted myself off, no matter how useless the action was. Now i was welcoming the cold air against my face, neck and collar bone, it was freshening, calming even. Running my fingers though my hair I continued my walk through the woods to find a place to sleep, like I have done so many times before. I walked far, pushing past my exhaustion for a safe place to lay my head.

"Avery! Stop that!" I heard a deep voice say and I fell to the ground behind a bush.

"He was trying to rob us, bill." the one I figured was named Avery said as if it explained it all.

I peeked over the bush, seeing only three men, and two where older, in their thirties, the other was maybe a year or two old then I am. The younger man was holding onto the collar of the expected thief with a knife to his throat. Fear bit at my mind but i pushed it back with strength and curiosity.

"Well, a lesson is one thing, but this, Avery is a tad over the top." Bill said. "Besides, we have a guest."

I slunk even further into the ground and quickly tried to think of myself as part of it. Don’t see me! don’t mean me! I thought and closed my eyes hiding their brightness, I opened them for a peek and found a pair of boots in front of me, looking up to see legs, I looked all the way up and seen the boy called Avery. well cow patties.

At this point, I was glad it was dark, my hair was still slightly braided and mud covered my face. I did not know what these men would do or say. My thoughts were cut off and I was drawn back to reality when I was hoisted up to my feet with Avery holding tightly onto my arm.

"She looks like a drowned dog." Avery said with arched brows and an expression that didn't seem like he was insulting me. I wasn't sure if I should take offence or not. "What’s your name?" he asked, still looking at me.

I avoided his gaze and looked to the older man, then to the thief -now tied to a tree and cloth in his mouth- and back to Bill.

"Lara…Now let me go, I have places to be." I said ignoring the amused look on Avery's face.

"Places to be? You look more like you ran out of places you outta be." Bill said and stepped closer, raising his hand to Avery, the boy let go and stepped back, leaving me in front of this man who towered me more than my own father. I looked up at his face, or what i could see in the dim light. His face was tanned, he had a cleft chin and strong jaw line, and a salt and pepper mustache with a goatee, bright hazel eyes, and they lit up much like my own. Very tall he looked both kind and intimidating at the same time.


"Sorry, lass, he can be annoying some times, I'm Bill, that is Avery, and that man-" he pointed to the thief. "Is just a man thinking he can steal instead of making a living?" He smiled and put his hand on my shoulder. "Now, where are you going, maybe we can take you."

"No, it is fine I like walking and I know my way home." I said and offered a confident smile. Bill shook his head and sighed.

"Avery, get our pack and give this lady some bread." Bill said, giving me no time to protest Avery was already grabbing the pack and groping around for the bread and passing it out to me with a bored expression.

"You aren't very smart." Avery said, making me turn my attention to him with a questioning look.

"Going out here, alone, without a weapon, in a dress, and being a girl?" He let out a small laugh. "Not very smart, I mean really, i bet you couldn't even lift a sword-" I took a closer step to him, glaring up at him and snatching the bread from his hand.

"You don’t know a thing about me!" Venom dripped off my voice. "You can't even keep an eye on your weapons." I said backing away from him and holding up his knife with a victorious smile.

I heard Bill laugh. I tossed the knife to the ground; it stuck in the dirt with its handle up and turned walking away, with squared shoulders. I heard a growl from Avery, and then heard both of the men laughing. I ignored them and kept walking, eating bits and pieces off the bread. That was the most exciting thing I got to do for a while. The next day though was only gathering berries and hiking back home. A longer trip then i thought it would be.

A Crack brought me out of the memory.

"What was that?” I mused and looked down in time for the tree limb I was on to snap. Before I knew what was happening I was dangling thirty feet in the air, grasping a thin limb above me. Heart pounding in my rib cage, I laughed and looked for a foot hold, finding one, I reached over with my foot, once it touched I let go of the limp and hugged the black tree -The only tree here of its kind for miles with its black bark and wood with blood red leaves- and lowered myself onto the branch. Then the other once i climbed down walked up to the back yard. Upon seeing my brothers i brightened.

"You will never guess what just happened!" I exclaimed happily. Arnold turned to me, face streaked with tears holding a black piece of paper with white words. A death note.

"What? Who is it for?" I asked concern drenching my voice.

"Mother." Dezil answered.




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Re: тнє ℓαυяєℓ fℓσωєяѕ.(not as girly as it seems.)

Postby *ajayred* » Mon Feb 17, 2014 10:27 am

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Death notes are for people of upper class, also notes physician -or an undertaker- wright to the family or closest person or people to the dead one. They are to be written as soon as the dead person is confirmed dead. Death notes also provide the family -or close people- of the dead loved one with a time of mourning, a pass do back out of things I like to say. This note was for us, because father had left on business the day I had run away. It felt as if my heart and stomach were trying to trade places.MY eyes began to burn with un-shed tears as I looked at my brother’s face, for any sign this was a cruel joke.
It wasn’t. We went inside and it was my turn to speak to the doctor, all the family members of the dead one have to hear it from the person confirming death. He explained she was poisoned by an extremely concentrated dose of laurel flowers and goldleaf. He went on explaining everything the poison put her through, seizers, vomiting, extreme chest pain, etc. as a he should. I couldn’t listen anymore, my eye burned and my heart pounded to the point I could hear nothing else.



“Thank you, but that is enough I know the symptoms of the poison.” My own voice was foreign; my body was numb and moved on its own walking out of the room to my bedroom, picking up my mother sliver pins she gave to me to wear at the gala.

I lifted them up and placed them in my hair, I hadn't really looked much like my mother, and her hair was light brown, mine light blonde, her eyes a soft honey color, with a rounded face. My eyes where bright deep blue and I had a more square shaped head. When I put the silver pins in my hair though, I feel like I could be her mirror. Sliver streams started dripping down my face, the first to land make a light thump, making me look down at a note addressed to me with my mother’s pretty hand writing, Lifting it softly and gently as if my touch could tear it. I read

“Laurel, my dear daughter we have not been the most honest with you over the most things, but first go to my closet and find what is out of place.”

My brows furrowed and I wiped my eyes as I walked to her room and went straight for her separate closet, opening it everything seemed in order, besides the flash of red on the blue side of her organized closet. I reached out and grabbed it , taking it off the hanger and seeing an arrow pointing down, I shifted looking down and hearing a creak I seen a gap in the floor. I keeled down and pushed my pinky finger in and hooking onto the wood prying it up slowly. My heart beating like a humming bird wings flap, as I moved the piece away and another next to it to see a wooden box with metal on the corners and a key hole of sorts with three openings, the design on the top of the box was much like the sliver pins. Without even thinking about it I took the pins out of my hair and put all three in the holes, I twisted it and heard something inside unlock and lifted the lid. Then I lifted the note that was sitting on a bright red folded cloak. I swallowed and read the note.

“Laurel, I want you to know I love you like my own, you father also. . . but you are not our born child, your real parents were just normal folk, they also loved you very much, they did not give you away, oh how they fought for you, laurel. Your mother was my closet friend, and the King of the blue country had asked for your father to in his royal guards, your father denied and the king when into a rage, ordering his knights to fetch him and his family. Your mother had hid you away as she tried to get your siblings, in the process getting her caught. She had a knack for hiding things like no other, leaving little hints here and there. . . So it wasn’t that hard to find you, curled up in your fathers red cloak clutching his covered dagger for dear life at the tender age of 4. Years had went by and you would run into our room screaming about nightmares that were really just memories, your way of coping with the shock. I had researched your parents; they and your siblings had escaped, started a rebellion to save the red king and stop the blue. The king’s royal guards have caught onto my meddling, and will do something about it when they do. You must run, as far as you can. Laurel, you cannot let them find you. And keep yourself hidden as long as you can, in anyway. Leave without a trace.”

My hands dropped into my lap, I read it over three times. I lifted the cloak, it was a different material from what I normally see, it was soft, but obviously very strong. Under it, was a sharpened dagger, with a red hilt that was slightly larger than average, with finger grooves on it. I picked it up; it felt so right in my hands, not awkward like it should be. After twisting it in my hands a bit I placed it down and looked in the box again, seeing a long slivery whip I lifted it up, it was some kind of metal but it was shaped like a whip and moved like one, at the end, the handle wrapped in black and red cloth. With a tiny note on it, that simply said
“Your mothers.” I smiled and tried to swallow but my mouth was to dry. It put it all back in the box, closed it up and put the pins in my hair and walking down to the stables.
I rode out in a flash of black and red, my horse onyx ,a beautiful Friesian and my long flowing red cloak that belong to the father I don’t remember. The chain wrapped around my hip like a belt while the dagger hung at my hip in the loop of my trousers. I didn’t have time to cry anymore.



It was sunset by the time I made it to falon’s home. The cooling air was refreshing and the colors swirled in the sky, the brightest of star began to show, but I ignored it, I couldn’t enjoy something like this right now. I snuck over to falon’s window and tapped on it until she opened it, already in her night gown with her waist length red hair cascaded down her back and over her should in light waves, blue green eyes looked at me with concern.

“Falon, I need your help, I don’t have much time I need a bag of food, a change of clothes and some bandages.” I said strongly, trying to make sure she didn’t protest. It didn’t work.

“You better explain this to me when I get back or you aren’t getting it.” The red head said and closer her windows.
I slunk down to the ground back to the wall and waited. It wasn’t too long before she had walked around the corner with two satchels. I reached out for them but they were pulled away by Falon before I could grasp them.

“Explain, or you won’t get them.” Falon told me with a stern voice and finger pointed at me.

“Falon, I need it, this is more-“I couldn’t finish before she butted in

“No explanation, no satchels.” Our eyes met with spark of challenge flying between us. I sighed and nodded and answered her with the shorted of answers that she wouldn’t question.

“I’m running away. The marriage, my mother’s death, everything! It’s too much.” I said. It wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t the whole truth. “No one can any Falon, alright?” I said as I took the satchels from her and put them over my shoulders.

“I understand…don’t you dare get hurt, laurel. Promise me.” My friend said and I wrapped my arms around her. “And you better not be gone to long!” she said, making me smile.

“I’ll be fine, you know I’m tough. “ I grinned and let her go. “I will be fine if not you can have my swords.”

“I’m keeping you to that” She laughed slightly with a hint of sadness. I turned and walked back to my horse, mounting her and riding off again. I didn’t know where I was going or what I would do, but it had something to do with the King who had my mother killed.



A cold wind blew through a crack in the old cabin door, making it creak with a slow eerie sound. Words and voices boom in the air but none could be understood, as if spoken in another language. I was small, held in strong but thin arms looking though a crack in the wall, hiding in the shadows. I was pulled around to see a woman speaking muddled words with a scared worried face; she pushed me back and ran out the closet, attacking the men with a long sliver whip. Everything went black and my little body ran out, looking every which way in the darkness, a rough hand grabbed my shoulders and shook me, throwing me to the ground he was covered in blue but he was faceless. Gentle hands pulled me up and wrapped me in red, pushing a dagger into my hands and closing a door that wasn’t there seconds before.

“Wake up….” A frail voice whispered. “Wake up..!” it continued, growing in loudness each time.

“Wake up!”

My eyes snapped open to see the inn keeper’s old wife inches from my face.

“What is it?” I growled out leaning forward and running my fingers though my now short hair.

It barely reached the nap of my neck after I cut it, and my once golden hair was dull and dirty, making it easier to hold back with a swipe of my hand. I looked like a young boy about fourteen with thick bandages around my torso and men clothes. I thought of myself as masculine, I carried myself like a man and people thought I was one, or least a young man. Though, breaking ladylike habits wasn't an easy thing to do in a week. I gazed up at the inn keeper’s wide body and stood up, popping my neck and back. She had let me stay in the kitchen for helping out with some of the people in the bar.

“It is your shift, boy.” She said and pushed a try in my arms and began loading drinks and food on it, while telling me who and where it goes. I nodded and walked out; passing out the food as i walked. I moved into this town not too long ago but ever since I had people gave me strange looks. I had a feeling it was the red cloak and the fact the blue king had outlawed the color in his kingdom just days after I fled. I just ignored them; a knight hadn’t been able to take me in yet.

“Hey, you, Goldie” I heard a familiar voice, but couldn’t place it.

“What did you just call me?” I said turning around and inwardly jumping ten feet in the air, outwardly I was staring at none other than Avery.

“That sure is an interesting cloak. Do you want to get beaten?” He asked his raised brows that seemed to annoy me like my brothers.

I put the tray down, ignoring the rude remarks of the people not getting their order and walked up to Avery, Poking him hard in the chest while I gave him a sharp look.

“Sure is an interesting statement in a bar full of men ready to get into a fight.” I said in a mocking tone as I kept my voice low.

“Do I know you?” He suddenly asked taking me back. My hair was shorter, maybe not dirtier, but shorter. My clothes were for a man, and it was daylight and he still recognized me? Impossible. “I think I seen you somewhere.”

“You come here before?” I asked arching a brow.

“Once. Hadn’t seen you here.” He said curtly.

“Well, I haven’t seen you ether. Must have been here a different day.” I said but his brows furrowed as he looked at me intensely.

“You Street rat!” a deep voice yelled before Avery was spun around and punched in the face sending him back into the bar.

“Oh hey jarred!” he said moving his jaw around while holding it.

Jarred grabbed Avery and pulled him out side where I seen two more men follow them into an ally. He probably deserved it. He wouldn’t need my help. I shouldn’t get into it.

“Cow patties.” I grumbled and walked out of the inn and into the ally way in time to see Avery fall to the ground clutching his stomach.

“This isn’t fair, three against one? You are all ether weak, or just down right cheaters.” I said crossing my arms over my chest.

“Oh the pretty boy came to save you?” Jarred said mockingly and it annoyed me. Though being a girl that should make me happy, for whatever reason I was insulted.

“Hm…maybe it is a girl...” a man with greasy black hair said and laughed.

“Focus on the task at hand!” Snapped a short round man.

“How about this, I beat you up and you leave us alone?” I gave a toothy smile. “No weapons. Trust me; you don’t want me to use mine.” I said placing a hand on my silver whip hanging off my waist.

Grease head was first, he threw a punch, I dodged, taking his arm, turning and flipping him over my back like my instructor had taught me with my brother’s. I turned just in time to get punched in the lip by Jarred. I staggered back and raised my fist, spitting out the blood I grinned at him.

“That all?” I asked before he charged.

He aimed his next at my stomach I twisted on my heel and grabbed his arm pulling it up behind his shoulder blades and sending his flying into the dirt. I was about to mock him before I felt a cold metal on my throat.

“Cheater.” I spat.

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Re: тнє ℓαυяєℓ fℓσωєяѕ.(not as girly as it seems.)

Postby *ajayred* » Mon Feb 17, 2014 10:27 am

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He slowly slide the oddly dull side of his dagger in a sawing motion on my throat, probably so he could intimidate people in this kind of situation, the turn of his wrist, and I could be dead. The short one must have been the leader.

“Alright, boy…I will let you go but you will have to make up for hurting my goons. Say…that chain whip of yours?” He asked as if he was being clever. “Or I can talk to the nearest knight about the red wearing rebel…” he said as he lowered he head and whispered his threat next to my ear.

“You stink… and no. I think I’m good.” I said grimacing, slowly letting go of Jered’s hand. “So how if this going to work? I move off this idiot, or you just stand there like an idiot?” I asked.
Looking over my shoulder to see Shorty’s face redden, from embarrassment or anger, I did not know. My eyes widened when he twisted his wrist and I could feel him slowly push the blade closer to my throat; close to breaking the skin I closed my eyes. Thinking of a way out of this I grabbed my whip, just before pulling it out the pressure let up and I heard a thud. I whipped around and stared at the man on the ground shaking and holding his hand with blood seeping through his enclosed hand. Avery smirked down at me and bent down, cleaning his sword blade on Shorty’s side.

“You’re weird.” Avery simply said. “Hey, I have something to ask you.” He held out his hand. “About the blue king and red king and stuff.” He added

“No, I’m fine. “ I stood and began walking stepping over all three men on the ground in the ally and making my way back to the inn.
“Woe way, what is your name?” Avery asked running up behind me.

“Laurence.” I said with an irritated frown.

“I see you hate the blue king.” He stated and grabbed me by the arm and jerked me into yet another ally way.

“And how would you know that I hate the blue king? “ I asked resisting the urge to put my hand on my hip like a girl.
“Well, you’re wearing red where it is outlawed, and . . . yeah that about covers it.” He said nodding to himself.

“Okay so that was kind of stupid for me to say. “ I said biting my lower lip as I inwardly frowned at my own stupidity.


“Anyway, you’re a pretty good fighter so far, would you like to come with me to meet some people. “ He looked as if trying to find the words.

“You want to recruit me for some blue king hating rebellion?” I asked curtly, arching a brow.

“It isn’t like that-” I cut him off.

“Sure sounds like it.”

“Will you listen to me?!” he snapped.

“Why should I?” I snapped back.

“Do you want to come or not?” He grumbled.

“No. No I do not!” I said crossing my arms and glaring.

I flinched as he stood taller and reach out suddenly, and then he was off, with my dagger in his hand.

“Hey!” I exclaimed and ran out of the ally staring at him “You! What! Agh!” I turned and ran to the back of the in to the horse post, untied my horse onyx and mounted her, digging in my heels urged her forward into a gallop. Once I came up on him I was fuming.

“Stop!” I yelled several times with no response from the thief.

I urged onyx faster and tugged her mane over, onyx and I stopped in front of Avery, I expected him to stop, when he simply slid under onyx, I ignored the logical thinking pounding at the back of my mind and leaped off the horse onto Avery’s back.

“Run from me again!” I said in a way that was a threat, not permission as I grabbed his hand and pulling it up between his shoulder blades and pulled my dagger out of his hand.

“Not in the mood.” Avery said before he pushed up with his free arm and legs, making me fly back onto the ground.

I went to sit up but Avery was already at my side while holding my hands down.

“You’re surprisingly pretty weak.” He said, probably wanting a reaction. Which I gave Full force.

I twisted my hip and leg, kneeing him in the side with as much force I could muster and pulled my hands free while he was distracted. Taking my hand and pushing it into his face I shoved his head over and knocking him off his already wavering balance. I stood and fell to the ground before I could take another step with Avery’s hand firmly wrapped around my ankle.

“What do you want!?”

“I need to come with me! Bill can explain this later!” He exclaimed and grabbed the foot I was starting to kick at his head with.

“I was taught not to talk to strangers!” I retorted before he pulled me across the rough hard ground and grabbed me by the jaw. “Just leave me alone!” I mumbled out.

“You’re making me do this.” he said nonchalantly with a hint of warning as he pulled out a tiny pouch and ripped it over my mouth, the seed like content falling into my mouth. “Chewing helps.”

He covered my mouth with one hand and held my hands above my head with the other. Though I landed some blows on him with my legs and knees. Before long the tiny seeds released something and I numbly chewed and swallowed. Everything was ether blurry or had triplets, every tiny movement felt like one. I felt arms hoist me up higher off the ground and heard the distinct sound of onyx’s hooves across the ground. I was in and out but couldn’t remember enough to get back to town.



“What did you do to him, Avery?” a kind voice asked with annoyance.

“What I was told if useful people don’t listen.” Avery said and I could practically hear him shrug.

“You drugged him, stole his horse, and tied him up? Was that necessary?” The woman asked.

Suddenly I could feel rope around my wrist and realized on was hanging over the back of a horse, my horse. I lifted my head slightly, feeling a twinge in my head. I could make out the silhouette of a horse and cloaked lady, I was hoping it was night and I wasn’t going blind in some way.

“He wouldn’t listen and fought back, he still has his horse, and he is small but his hits hurt and he would suddenly throw punches in his sleep, Aurora.” Avery said and the ride came to a stop. “We should set up camp here.”

“He is waking…” Aurora said dismounting the horse.

I felt Avery dismount and pull me off, I got only a glimpse of him before I was laid against a tree and he moved out of my sight. Now I put all my focus onto getting back to normal, I lifted my hand and stared at it until it was no longer two and looked up, seeing Avery digging through bags on a buckskin horse and the woman that must have been Aurora gathering a small pile of wood and starting a fire. I sat up farther and held my head with one hand.

“Someone had better give me a good, well said explanation before I snap.” I said calmer than I expected my voice to be.

It was aurora who walked over to me and sat down in front of me, gently tucking her cloak under her legs and taking the hood down. Her hair was long, and brown but at the ends it was slightly lighter and her eyes were a dull gold color, her lips were full and seems like they would always offer a kind smile.

“Alright, for just a second here, let’s ignore the fact my brother so rudely kidnapped you and focus on the main point here. We need you, you are brave, you’re strong, hate the blue king and seem like the loyal kind, the kind of people we need. We are in a rebellion against the blue king, he is ruining these kingdoms and we know you must hate him also; we all have our own reasons. This is not just another small group of people fighting knights or joining because that wants to fight someone. This s a real group of loyal people, the more the better and we think you will be a perfect member. “Aurora said calmly and added “Please, ask whatever you like.”

“Do you normally kidnap people you want to recruit? How big? How would you know I’m loyal?” I asked with narrowed eyes.

“Sometimes, but they end up understanding. Pretty big, but I don’t have the numbers. A gut feeling, you could say.” She answered with a smirk.

“Where are we going?” I asked the last question I would bother with for a while.

Auroras face brightened even more and she stood, holding her hand out for me to take, which I did lifting myself up.

“The caves, our base.” She grinned.

“Alright, when you put it the nice way I guess I can’t say no “I smiled weakly, still a bit dizzy.

“You just think she is pretty.” Avery said starting the neglected wood pile on fire.

I arched a bow and narrowed one eye. If only he knew. I didn’t bother with an answer other than a shrug and walked over to onyx, patting her sleek neck.

“So, how did she ride while I was drugged?” I asked after a few silent moments.

“Like I had killed her foal and mounted it on her back.” Avery said as he uncovered some bread and smelled it, grimacing slightly he put a piece in his mouth anyways and ate it.

“Hmm. Don’t you just have a way with words?” I said sitting down at opposite of Avery, next to Aurora.

“So I have been told. “ He mumbled through a mouth full of bread.

“So, where are we?” I said turning to Aurora.

“The sanguis forest.” She answered, passing me some bread and popping a piece in her mouth.

“How long was I out?!” I nearly yelled. The sanguis forest was at least two towns away from what I had heard.


“Nearly three days, met up with Aurora on the second “Avery answered for aurora, to which she gave him a glare.

I looked around, finally taking in my surroundings I seen the distinct black bark and blood red leaves of the sanguis tree, even though the leaves where deep purple under the moon light. I loved these trees the moment I seen them but couldn’t be sure why. I backed up to a tree and wrapped myself in the red cloak, hand on my dagger. My thoughts already running wild about what I would see and do in the situation I got myself into.

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ωяιтє σи ѕтσяу,
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Postby .:A r i c a R e e:. » Mon Feb 17, 2014 1:05 pm

Awesome! Been waiting for more. You have some misspellings though ^-6
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Re: тнє ℓαυяєℓ fℓσωєяѕ.(not as girly as it seems.)

Postby *ajayred* » Mon Feb 17, 2014 1:43 pm

.:AricaRee:. wrote:
Awesome! Been waiting for more. You have some misspellings though ^-6


point them out? at least the points i miss when i go over now XD but thanks should have sent it to you for a proof read first.
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Postby .:A r i c a R e e:. » Tue Feb 18, 2014 10:05 am

*ajayred* wrote:
.:AricaRee:. wrote:
Awesome! Been waiting for more. You have some misspellings though ^-6


point them out? at least the points i miss when i go over now XD but thanks should have sent it to you for a proof read first.


Kk :3 But you might want to read over your prologue, its a bit confusing.
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нεү!
үσυ cαη cαℓℓ мε яεε. ι ℓσvε αят,
мυѕιc, αη∂ яεα∂ιηg (αη∂ ωяιтιηg).
αѕ уσυ ¢αи ѕєє, ι αѕℓσ ℓσνє вℓυє!
αℓѕσ, αנαүяε∂ ιѕ мү вεѕт ғяιεη∂, sσ α ℓσт
σғ тιмεѕ ωε’ℓℓ υѕε тнε ѕαмε cσмρυтεя.
ι нσмε scнσσℓ, αη∂ тεη∂ вε ρяεттү qυιεт.
ѕσ ησω үσυ нαvε α ℓιттℓε ριεcε σғ
ηεε∂ℓεѕѕ ιηғσ αвσυт мε. ◕◡◕
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Re: тнє ℓαυяєℓ fℓσωєяѕ. (story of a girl with a sword.)

Postby *ajayred* » Tue Feb 18, 2014 2:58 pm

adding some more soon
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Bonsoir mes ami!
I am Red,
as most people
like to say.

ωяιтє σи ѕтσяу,
ιт мαу вє вα∂


Here is some info,
Purple,Red,Writing,
Reading,are things
I like!°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

ωяιтє α нυи∂яє∂,
тнє σ∂∂ѕ αяє ιи уσυя fανσя

AricaRee is my
Best Friend, and
We tend to share internet.
She also made my chibi.
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