Threat of Shadow ➳ A Medieval RP ➳ Open and Accepting

[Inupait]

~ Female ~ Edelivia Bounty Hunter ~ 18 years ~ Tag: James ~
Renna narrowed her eyes at the 'servant'. she was not amused by his irritated response and instantly scowled at him. From how this was going she was starting to think that she was wasting her time with him. she almost was tempted to smack him for disrespecting her since he was a servant. but she let the comment pass with no rebuke. she almost turned to walk away but for some reason she felt a need to not back down. A dark smile darted over her pale lips and she flashed him a flared look a plan had already formed in her mind. "You'd think that a servant would have more respect for his master" she sneered. Then turned on her heels and unlatched Tavin's door. the stallion stepped out with a snort and flattened his ears at a mare that leaned her head out of her stall.

Renna was lying about owning the servant but she knew that the queen would understand what she was doing. The man she had just put the target on would be expecting a single hunter to be after him, but he would not be expecting a newly wed couple to be the one to drive a danger through his heart. sure the plan was still sketchy but she would do what she had to do to get rid of this man. she pulled the scroll from her coal and unrolled it once more reading the name over one more time ; Thomas Floydwas scrolled across the parchment in black ink and next to his name was a sum of money that would keep her going for several months. she silently touched the scar on her cheek where the same man had years ago nearly killed her. this bounty suddenly became personal and she planned to reap her revenge at all costs.

Renna glanced back at James with a challenging look in her eyes. they almost lingered on his pale chest for a heartbeat. "Ill make you a deal" she called over to him. "You come with me and help me with a quest ill make sure you have enough money to buy your own stable and be a free man" she told herself she wasn't lying. she knew that this stable boy hated it here just by the way he was acting. but she honestly didn't care whether he was the one she used as during this bounty or someone else, he was just convenient. she checked Tavin's cinch and bridal to make sure everything was to his liking. then she checked his legs for heat incase he was hiding an injury. "I only give offers like this once" she called over her shoulder when she decided that Tavin was fit to travel once more.

[Random Life]

Emmalina Rykes {Mina} // female // 16 // thief // Tags: no one {open}
Mina had managed to get herself turned around as she walked through the now maze like area of trees. She paused for a moment to survey her surroundings and figure out where she was. "Which way do you think home is now?" she muttered to the black snake that had draped himself across her shoulders. Pitch moved slightly lifting his head up in the air to face the northern direction and hissed softly. " Alright, I guess we'll go north then." she said. She trusted the instincts of her reptilian companion and started walking.
{Anyone open for Mina?}

[Forever Insane]

King Sorren stepped coolly into the throne room and swept down the polished floors toward the courtyard, if he was honest with himself, he rather missed the thrill of battle, but he had enough to worry about with the mages

[iWonder]

Ondine.

After almost an hour of running and mixed springing they arrived at the barn. Ondine was exhausted and every muscle in her body screamed. She hadn't ran like that for ages it seemed. She almost dropped Georgie in front of the barn,sitting on the ground panting.
Liz sat down too, she wasn't as breathless as Ondine so she offered Georgie a cinnamon roll from the bag she had brought. "Are you hungry?" She asked, smiling.

Ondine flopped onto the long dry grass, having caught her breath she closed her eyes for just a second and fell asleep.

[azhefa.]

{{How can she be even slightly smaller than him? He's hundreds of thousands of years old and with age comes size. You put 'young adult' for her age which means she's not at all fully grown which in turn means that she would be barely half Nazarath's size since he's almost an elder in age.

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{Wɪʟᴅ Dʀᴀɢᴏɴ}
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Nᵒ Nᶤᶜᵏᶰᵃᵐᵉ ⋮ ♂ ⋮ Uᶰᵏᶰᵒʷᶰ ⋮ Sᵖᵉᶜᶤᵉˢ : Dragon ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Single ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Sidran + Xa'limir

The old dragon screeches in pure fury as the female continued to assault him, he flicks his large tail and smacks Sidran with it, making sure to put a lot of force behind it. He takes his focus off of Xa'limir for a moment as he roars back to the female who seems to think she was mightier than she actually was, "I am the royal race! You know nothing of being a dragon if you think death isn't something to spread far and wide." Nazarath roars again and turns back to Xa'limir, taking a few thundering steps closer to the younger male. The small scratches on his flank were nothing more than nuisance, they didn't even bleed much less hurt.

Nazarath snarls towards Xa'limir and then snorts when the younger male speaks, questioning the might beast. His old age was a blessing and a curse in many ways and memories were hard to keep in a mind that has seen so many things, but he does remember the clutch of eggs he had sired with his one true love, the single clutch they had before his love was killed. The heart wrenching memories were some of the few that the beast kept locked away so he would never have to dwell upon them again, but this new dragon has unlocked them with his mere presence. Nazarath hisses at his son, a splitting image of himself that was strangely his size, but there was a lack of muscles that makes it all the more confusing.

The old dragon snorts, puffing out dark plumbs of smoke from his nostrils as he watches Xa'limir for a few moments, he could easily kill the younger dragon, but why? Why destroy what is left of his life-mate? Nazarath's white eyes flash with an old soul-deep pain, but it was gone in less than half a second. He takes notice of the black armor that adorns the male's body, it was almost the same shade as his scales, but it was hard to copy such a deep black, "It's hard to recognize something that is covered with unfamiliar things."

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{Sᴛᴀʙʟᴇ Bᴏʏ ᴏғ Eᴅᴇʟɪᴠɪᴀ}
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Nᵒ Nᶤᶜᵏᶰᵃᵐᵉ ⋮ 22 Yᵉᵃʳˢ ⋮ Sᵖᵉᶜᶤᵉˢ : Human ⋮ Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ : Single ⋮ Tᵃᵍˢ: Renna

A sharp scoff comes from the stable boy at her mention of being his master, his only master was the Queen herself, "I listen only to the Queen, not some Bounty Hunter who thinks she's someone she's not." James doesn't even give her a glance, he was busy and doesn't need her to constantly question him and keep him from doing his job. He finishes the rest of the buckets and carries each to a stall before returning to the table and packing up the left over feed. Without so much as a grunt, he hefts the heavy sack onto his shoulder and brings it over to the storage room, the task makes the lean muscles on his back flex under his tanned skin. Once he was done with the feed, he grabs a saddle and goes to work cleaning it by scrubbing a soap bar on the well worn leather before taking a cloth and polishing it off.

James hears Renna's voice and huffs a deep irritated sigh as he stops his work and looks over to where she was checking her horse in the aisle, his shaggy black hair falling his his clearly annoyed face. Her offer was a little surprising, but he doesn't let it show, he was pretty good at hiding his true emotions thanks to having some rather rude co-workers. His muscled shoulders move in a shrug as he returns to his work, scrubbing and polishing the saddle before him, "Why should I join you? Just for a stable and freedom? Doesn't sound like a very interesting offer." Even though he would like to have his own stable, it was just another kind of servitude, he may be free, but he still has to work like a servant. James shakes his head as he wipes up some more soap from the leather, "I may love horses, but that doesn't mean I want my own stable." His true wish was to live in the wild and just get away from everyone, be on his own in the peace and quiet of the forest.

[Forever Insane]

Georgie sat down in the grass "oh yes please!" She said looking at the cinnamon roll hungrily, she have a happy shout as her orange dog with dark brown spots trotted out of the barn

Sidran growled as her only reply, it was obvious that these two were the same race, they were around the same size whereas she was smaller, their scales were black, while hers were green and gold

[ghostie..]

> Dovev

> Status Breaking Out || > Tags Bane

Glad that the knight had finally shut up, he turns at the sound of the voice, taking a throwing knife out of his pocket, listening for only a moment before hurling the knife. A yipe and a dull thud told him he had hit his target, but not critically. He hated leaving such a beautiful knife alone, so he gave Diablo's reins to Bane. "Get on, and let the horse lead. He'll take you to a camping sport for the night, I'm going to distract our bloodhounds." He says, then leave to find the source of the yell and yipe. H hoped Bane would follow his orders.

Creeping forward near to the ground, he found the mage in the grass, throwing knife sticking out of his shoulder. With a grimace, he pulls the bloody knife out of the man, making him yell in pain before Dovev got rid of him quickly, not wanting to draw attention to himself until bane rode away with Diablo. He swore, one scratch on his horse....

> Xa'limir

> Status Fighting || > Tags Sindran, Nazarath

Xa'limir shook his head, the helmet flying off his skull and bouncing off a building, effectively knocking a hole into the wall. He stood nearly as tall as his father, able to look him in the eye where he knew the older could kill him with a single sweep of the claws. Amber eyes matched those pearly white ones, searching them for an answer. He had no memories of his father, he was too old to remember much of his younger life. Not to mention the mage's magic making him forget much of his past life before being raised in the kingdom. At the hiss, Xa'limir returns with a growl, the only thing unlike his father were his fangs. They were a pearly white where his father's were black as the night.

"Don't growl at me, you lizard with wings. You left us to die -- my hatchmates. We couldn't even fly and you left us." He accuses, fire in his eyes. One thing he inherited, the temper. "We were too young to understand, and many of my siblings died because of it! Picked off by vultures and wandering knights!" Black smoke twirled gracefully from his nose, starring into the King's eyes. He had imagined seeing his father again, but all this time he had imagined him dead. After all, why else would he have left? Let so many of his sisters and brothers die?

[Forever Insane]

Sidran turned gracefully and spread her wings, she crouched, her muscles taught, but she didn't fly yet, she was listening to the other two dragons, now that she wasn't attacking, she was fascinated by them, having never seen another dragon besides her mother, and even those memories were dim

[La Esmeralda]

Autmun/female / mage / 20 years old tags : noone
Autmun left the kingdom,with her sachel of gold. She was heading to town,to resupply her ingredients,foer various potions.
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Peter /male / knight
Peter finished his time in the training room,just to brush up his skills with a blade. He got in his horse,Flamechaser,to do a patrol,before nightfall.

[Inupait]

~ Female ~ Edelivia Bounty Hunter ~ 18 years ~ Tag: James ~
Renna laughed, it was a cold heatless kind of laugh as her pale eyes filled with mirth at his arrogance. she had to place a hand on Tavin's shoulder to steady herself as she laughed. when she did manage to pull herself together she turned on him with a face so expressionless it could have been made out of cement. "As you wish servant" she hissed, running her hand down her horse's muscular bowed neck. "stay here and rot" she flashed him another heartless grin, the kind that only a dead man should receive. she had never been a servant and she knew she would never allow herself to be one, so she did not understand his loyalty to being 'owned' by someone. "Thanks for taking care of him" she gestured to Tavin with her thumb. it was as though the mention of the horse flipped a switch within the girl and she was instantly solemn and calm. "does he seem fit to travel?" she asked hoping that he didn't say anything along the lines of injuries that she somehow overlooked. She ignored the way his muscles moved under his tan skin as she waited for a response.