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Post by King Harkinan on Mar 29, 2010 13:52:31 GMT -5
Name:King Sway Harkinan Nickname:My Liege Appearance: Personality:King Harkinan is a good natured ruler, he tends to prefer bureaucratic and diplomatic relations to quick action and warfare, and has more of a mind for gold in his coffers and food in his storehouses than much else. Harkinan is remarkably curious, and always willing to try new things. He has shown an interest in both new technologies and ideas as well as a keen knowledge of esoteric and occult studies. History:Prince Sway, son of Harkinan the Old, ascended to the throne as Harkinan the second when his father died. Upon becoming king he made sweeping and unyielding reforms to much of the laws and policies of the kingdom. He reorganized how land was divided and granted, re-wrote the laws concerning taxation, and disbanded more than half of the kingdom's army. King Harkinan claimed that "we have no need for such a large force in these days of peace". In his earlier days of being king, he studied the kings of old and would browse through many old tomes, learning magical rituals and incantations, he has a small coterie of wizards at the castle, three or four, who help maintain the status quo through the use of divine and occult practices. Harkinan also keeps a good stable of scientists and inventors present, developing and adapting new ways to make life easier for everyone. Harkinan has no head for war, only hearing stories of how battles were fought in the days of old, as such a good deal of his armed forces are improperly equipped with expensive and inflexible archaic plate armor and hefty, slow broadswords. His personal guard is decorated in fine and ornamental plate and wield large two handed-swords, however they use outdated forms and tactics making them appear all the more onamental. Magic:Harkinan is something of a magician, studying and practicing a number of spells. He keeps a small book of spells hanging from his belt. Though good enough with his book of spells, Harkinan is not a spectacular wizard. Likes: things running smoothely feasting tales of heroes and adventure new ideas Ceremony and grandeur The maid, Genira (HAWT!) Dislikes:war famine anything that could challenge his rule as king RP example:"well... what is it?" Harkinan stroked his beard and looked at the strange contraption, it looked like a tall house with a great large wheel on the top of it. The man presenting this new invention to the king was a small but well built peasant, muscles toned and skin tanned from a life of work. "well sire, I call it a wind-powered mill! It's like a water-mill but it's run by wind, we made the water wheel out of canvas and lighter sticks so that the wind will turn it easier and can allow millers to grind wheat into flour without needing to be by a river." Harkinan looked at the three other men there, all peasants as well, wearing aprons and handkerchiefs over their hair. Each held a sack of fresh wheat. "all right then, please demonstrate."Harkinan nodded to one of the mages from the castle, who begun to utter the incantation in a low mumble, he closed his eyes and weaved his hands as the wind started to pick up, blowing due east. The weather vein on the roof of the house pointed to the east, and with a low creaking sound the great fan of the wind-powered mill faced the wind, turning slowly. The peasants hurried into the mill and placed the wheet on the mill-stone, the wind turning the wheels and grinding it down to flour. the first peasant took three empty sacks, flour slowly falling down a chute and into the bags. Harkinan nodded and watched, this WOULD be quite a handy invention, and he hoped he would get his money's worth out of it if he properly invested his gold into it. "Alright then, good sir peasant. I'm convinced." the mage stopped mumbling the spell, the wind died down, and the four peasants bowed to the king. "I think we'll shorten the name though, just wind-mill." "yes my liege, thank you my liege!" |
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Post by Oroan on Mar 29, 2010 19:31:21 GMT -5
Name: Alastar Larsonius Ortalin
Nickname: The Mystic Lord
Appearance:
Standing at six feet five inches, Alastar has a stocky build, though not bulky. His muscle tone is well built as he is every bit as much a warrior as a king. He has long pale blond hair, and misty blue eyes that are comforting, as if he can simply make everything alright at any time.
Though he is around thirty years old, he looks no older than as if he were in his mid-twenties. Though he has youthful features, there is no mistaking that he is a mature man. he has the bearing of a king as he should, and is often found wearing clothing that was very basic, but extremely high quality.
Personality:
It would be hard to find a more compassionate ruler than Alastar. He is very conscious of his people, he listens to the advisers at his disposal, and puts the needs of his people before his own. Alastar would rather be a leader than ruler. A beacon of hope and inspiration than a full dictator and tyrant.
Though he is a good person, and cares for his people and his land. He can be extremely fierce and would defend such things unto his dying breath. Aside from that, there doesn't seem to be a cruel streak in him. He despises the idea of inflicting suffering upon another person, and has never been known to instigate a conflict.
All in all, while he is not the perfect ruler, he is on his way to becoming a good one. He's more interested in the good of the kingdom and it's residents more than anything else and wishes to to be known as the man who tried to pull his kingdom together rather than rule it under and iron fist.
History:
Though Alastar did not become king through birthright. he was brought up to be a ruler and leader. Born to a family of nobles in Kaharini, he was brought up knowing the proper niceties of living as a member of high society. Though he has also been taught that though he had a higher social status then others in the kingdom, it didn't mean that he was better than any of them, and was taught that he should help those under his social status instead of trying to flaunt his position over them.
As he grew up, he was taught basic sword fighting, mostly with rapiers and longswords, showing excellent promise, though his academic studies are where he excelled. He showed a particular fondness for the teachings of the mage that had been tutoring him in all aspects of his education.
During his teens, Alastar started helping out those in the grungier parts of the kingdom. Supplying food, helping to repair homes and the like. He found that he enjoyed this very much as it started giving him a sense of actually doing something worthwhile and it was during this time that he had decided to devote his life to helping to mold the kingdom into a better place for all that lived in it.
Then came the fall of the previous king. Left without a heir, the position was open for people to take. Seeing a chance to help his homeland on a scale that he never thought available before. Alastar decided to use his position to influence his way to kingship. Some drastic measures were taken by his family to ensure his position, many dark deeds that were kept from Alastar as they felt a pure man would be the best choice, and he shouldn't have to sully his hands to get in a position to do the great good he was after. Even to this day, the measures taken are unknown to those outside of the select members in his family who orchestrated the events leading to Alastar's rule.
Now after five years he has finally gotten to the point where he can actively make good on his intentions to help mold the kingdom into something of a paradise.
Magic:
Though Alastar is a fairly adept swordsman. He is actually better known as a master of the arcane arts. There are few offensive spells that he cannot wield, though he seems to specialize in binding spells and transmutation abilities. He has a basic knowledge of healing magic, though it's only in closing wounds of a non-critical variety, and removing toxins from the body.
Likes:
Generally having a good time.
Fishing.
Traveling
Fencing (For sport)
That new Royal maid running around.
Basically being an all around decent person
Dislikes:
Those who oppress those weaker than themselves.
Warmongers
Thieves
Riots
Stuffy nobles
RP example:
Rastal... I'll hunt you down to the ends of existence. Thought Geo as he moved across the currently windy plains, His white scarf and long black coat making a stark contrast as they were tugged by the wind. His hair like a flowing golden river, a static discharge crackled around him as he paused on a small hill and looked back the way he came.
He had to admit that despite the seething anger he contained, he couldn't help but feel a pleasant surge run through him as the sight of the grass wavering like water. He gave a sigh and tried to let himself relax a little bit. He was still furious about the event which had left him so maimed, but he couldn't let himself be blinded to the good things. He didn't set out to do something like this. He wasn't even sure if he wanted revenge, or if he wanted to simply know why Rastal felt he hadn't been someone to kill at that time. He just knew he had to find him.
Turning on his heel he started resuming his walk to the capital of Kaharini, he figured he could find some good information about his quarry, or at least get himself financially set to track the man down before he headed out in earnest.
It's pretty out here, but rather lonely. At least it's just windy and not unpleasantly warm or the like. He thought. Geo wasn't really a solitary person, though after he had left home, that's how it had been lately.
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Post by ( COLONEL ) on Apr 11, 2010 22:21:23 GMT -5
 Name:
Rayven Nevermore. You can just call him Rayven or King Nevermore; though he really hates that… He kind of grew accustomed to it though, but whatever you wish to call him; call him. As long as it isn’t offensive. xD;
Nickname:
Rayray, maybe…? Lol.
Appearance:
Copy/paste form the other site:
Well, his skin was soft, though a lively color, almost a happy peach it seemed. His eyes, were almost like a teal, like the shores of the beach. His eyes were the beach inside, green and teal towards the inside or right around the pupil, and on the outside a sea blue to dark blue, unique and beautiful eyes. Hair well now, what do we have here? his hair was shoulder length and slightly in layers it seemed. In the back, was a long strand of hair, two actually, all wrapped in wrappings all the way to his knees, indicating his hair grew over the thousands of years he lived, the rest was short though. He doesn't let people see his long hair, just made him feel weird inside and so, wore a black velvet cloak over his body. At the ends of his hair was grey, almost like his eyes that went from light to dark, his hair was ebony like the darkness in your worst nightmares to a grey at the ends. His face, so child-like and completely innocent, especially, when he smiled, looked like a little child. He wore no necklaces, or sings, nothing really. His only clothing’s were a deep violet vest under his cloak which was very thin so he could move faster.
The less the better, that was almost him. He wore pants, who wouldn't. Just dark brown pants that were slightly torn and looked a little over used. He wore light brown combat boots, with the only metal, was at the bottom in little shads, so that when he walked the streets, he would make noise and cause people to flee. Weapons? Bull. Rayven needed no weapons at all, nothing. A little note on Rayven, he was what you called a Berserk Demon… Never bleed by them period.
Personality:
Crappy personality, but here you go.
Rayven is an innocent soul. Not really innocent, but he gives off this innocence with that slightly crestfallen expression on his visage that is ever so almost always present. But if it is one thing Rayven withholds, is kindness. Unlike most kings in Kaharini’s past, Rayven is probably the nicest hands down. He listens; he reads every document word by word that the villagers send him… He’s generous and offers hospitality to those that really need it. Despite his slightly overwhelming appearance (the height and ‘stature’), Rayven’s not what you’d think he was. He may look a little rude and mean, but he was nice… Only rude, mean, and nasty when the situation absolutely calls for it. And that is rare. No one really saw how nasty Rayven could get (thank you demon genes and self control). The worst they saw form him was him yelling… A controlled king indeed. Rayven is almost always calm to almost every situation that fold before him. Collected, almost logical he may seem along with that hint of curiosity.. Mainly, Rayven is one of those rare nice guys, but not sensitive. He can take a hint and know it. Yes, Rayven does have an attitude, but you “really” have to bust his bubble for him to go all ape-shit on you. As stated before; he never really did go ape-shit on anyone.
Another persona factor he has is being sweet. It’s a typical make response to things, even if he doesn’t want to admit it; he does little things for the ladies around the palace. Give them breaks, extra pay, days off, special wine; you name it, he’d probably do it to some extent. Occasionally, Rayven may seem rude; for he’s a little blunt in situations, but he does it without a lie and for good intention. Rayven is comforting to most, but wouldn’t hesitate to snap a finger at you and put you in your place if you “seriously” step out of line. Rayven’s a protective fellow. Everyone that he cares for he’s slightly protective of; and only a select few are being overly-protected by the king himself… In secrecy of course until he reveals that over-protective nature of his. He cant help it… He lost people and just got slightly clingy to some; but all in all he takes care of himself quite well. Speaking of himself, Rayven here is a little anti-people (anti-social is different; seriously, take psychology class xD), and often isolates himself in his office and doesn’t converse to much people. Despite his kind nature, he’d rather not speak unless spoken to or if he really had to… That’s on average. Sometimes he would just be nice to have company once in a while, right?
History:
It’s weird, I know… This is what I get for writing so late at night on a school day… So yeah… :[
Rayven was born a demon… From demons… To Kaharini Kingdom, demons were evil; but that was stereotypical of them. Why say all demons were evil just because a lot were? That never really meant all were. Rayven’s family weren’t. That was for sure. They were civil, fair, just like the rest of the common folk here. Of course, their demon species was friendlier than most, but still dangerous nonetheless; they were still the nice folk, though seemed fishy to most… Because of their little quirks and habits. Nonetheless, his family lived on the outskirts quite well for the longest time… Until one day as cliché as it may seem; shit like this happened…
“Rayven, Rayven, one, two three,
Rayven, Rayvem, look at me.
Raven, raven, over the sea,
Rayven, Rayven, just hear my plea.”
Those were her last words almost; an insane chanted rhyme. A woman danced in flames; her clothes catching the flickering flames that scattered about. Yet, pain and everything else seemed to be crossed out of her mind. It was as if nothing excited for her… But happiness. She continued to dance by the fire; already bruised and scared from the accident that happened not too long ago. The village was caught aflame; and who else was to blame but the ‘demons’. Rayven never knew what happened to his family; and refused to ‘assume’. They told him to find Violet; his girlfriend, and keep her safe while they kept themselves safe. And that was what Rayven did. He was young… A few hundred years, but looking late teens at this time, but nonetheless, listened and looked for her. It was dangerous, and from what he saw; a lot of people either fled or died… But he found her! And oddly… He wished he didn’t…
As much as he cared for her, loved her even, seeing her… Insane like this was just heart-breaking. Was it because of the books he read? The words he spoke out-loud when he wasn’t supposed to? He hoped not. Just thinking about that was a stab to his chest. But there was no time to think on that; he had to save her before even more clothes of hers caught aflame an she burned to death. Carelessly, but with purpose, Rayven rushed into the fire; hissing as his arm brushed up against some lit wood. Reaching her side, Rayven didn’t bother to tell her to snap out of it. Instead, he rudely picked her off of her feet and rushed out of the fire. Stopping not too far off form the flames, Rayven took a breather; he wasn’t exactly a strong man after all. And that was when he smelt it… And strong; blood.
His species was weird, and often labeled as vampires; but he wasn’t like them. Blood… Drove him mad; drove him “berserk”, like the ‘berserk demon’ he was. Rayven was learning to control this urge, but right now he was unable; and like some hungry animal; all morals were tossed aside as his mouth bit her upper arm; drinking as much blood as he could. Insanity was still running through her, and her chant continued, though this time it was more… Laughter. His body was somewhat satisfied by the time he heard yelling’s. The people from the village… They were rushing towards him with pitchforks and torches. Some had brooms and swords; all in all they didn’t look too happen. From what Rayven hear, they were calling him a demon, blaming him for “witch-craft”, and burning down their whole village. Rayven had nothing to do with this, neither did his family! He was innocent, but the villagers thought otherwise.
Far away now, in the forest, she soon died in his arms from blood loss and the burns as he continued to run away. The lake, glimmering in the moonlight, so placid and pure, just like the love that they once shared in their hearts. Walking right into the middle of the lake, he placed her in there, slowly sinking, with that devilish smile. having lost the only thing he had left, he got so stressed out that he fainted, went out cold. He survived, barley as he woke up on the sand by the small lake, still in the same area, but the mob found him, and he woke up with knives and swords in his body. Yanking them out he sat up and was just empty inside, he went quiet, living alone and away from the other people, and demons. and so, that curse, that berserker curse, flowed in his veins as the blood he took from her, he tried to die millions of times, but gave up. He would just live and die when the time comes, and maybe though he didn't want to anymore, fall in love once again…? Bah, whatever!
As he lived on and on, still looking like a teenager (yay for growing slow, go demon genes), Rayven found himself in a predicament. In order to live, he needed a job… But no one was really hiring, so he was eff’ed. So, the only thing that was left to do really, was to become a knight… At least he could get some money and hospitality… And he could protect people too. Even though he couldn’t protect Violet, maybe he could protect a load of other people? Who knew, but it was worth a try. So, Rayven signed up for the knights… As he was in line; him and this other guy got into a little fist fight. Apparently Rayven ‘cut’ in front of him. Rayven wasn’t fighting back, but rather dodging and blocking the attackers fists. Well, most of them. One blow hit him straight under the chin; delivering Rayven one powerful uppercut that got him tossed aside on the ground. That, sadly, was when the Queen was walking about. Rayven almost hit her as she walked out of the hallway. Seeing him in pain and on the floor, the queen ordered the few maids that walked with her to help Rayven and take him to a nurse’s room. Listening, they did that. Having a coughing fit, the Queen followed behind the slowly.
The King died sometime ago, and she was without an heir, yet her stubbornness kept her going. She was a fierce Queen, though had a heart of gold. She was sick, but like I said; stubborn to the core yet caring as such. Rayven’s jaw was dislocated and he was in pain while the nurses tried to place it back together. The Queen watched; covering her mouth with a handkerchief. When they were done, and Rayven holding his face in pain, the Queen took a seat down next to him. She didn’t know much about this guy, but he had a gentle face… And oddly was signing up to be a knight. He wasn’t in shape to be one… Why sign up when he was going to probably get kicked out the first day? That was when the Queen and Rayven had a little talk. The talk was mainly a nice one, though there was some tension at the end; mainly about what he was… She knew, she wasn’t stupid; yet… She didn’t mind. Her husband, the King that passed away, was part demon. The people of Kaharini knew this, yet had no problem.
Somehow she manage Rayven to not be a knight, but to stay in the palace as one of her bodyguards. Being educated had its advantages, so he just agreed to her request. Maybe this was better? He wasn’t fit to be out there… But inside was different. The training was more on the gentle side, and Rayven was getting better; but the Queen was getting worse. Being one of her few personal bodyguards, and one of the ones that talked to her more than anyone else, Rayven was defiantly a Queen’s Pet, but a good one, not a stuck up one. The two got along great; acted almost as if they knew each other for a longer time than they really did. Years passed, and Rayven was still living at the palace. He really didn’t need any money if he was living here, but nonetheless he got paid. The money usually went back to the Queen, for Rayven had no need for it.
One day though, the queen ‘adopted’ a prince… It was a little sting in his chest, but Rayven shrugged it off. Being jealous was not good, and he knew this. It only led to trouble. Demons were better to rid of emotions, and Rayven got rid of this jealousy quick; though regret of what happened to Violet still remained. Some months passed, and Rayven and the Queen had one of their little tactical chess games when it happened. The Queen was getting better, but still had horrendous choughing fits… This one just toppled the rest. She coughed up blood. Freaking out an calling for guards, Rayven covered his nose and face, and immediately stepped back as the two bodyguards guarding the door rushed in and helped her. Rayven wasn’t good at controlling his blood urge, but he was… Getting better; though slowly.
When he calmed down, which was about half an hour just to make sure, Rayven immediately rushed to the closest nurse, asking where the Queen was. She told him where she was, but that it was best if he didn’t see her. Rayven didn’t listen. He rushed to her room and stood by her side; staying there like a good bodyguard should. It wasn’t long before the Queen got so worse, a mage had to come in and try to calm her body down. She was sick and none of the herbs were working… The nurse dubbed her as slowly dying. Not listening to the nurses, Rayven stayed by her side. Though she couldn’t talk much, she wrote to Rayven, and he spoke back… One of her sentences she wrote shocked him, though. It was basically saying if she died tonight or sometime in this week, Rayven could take her place; but in the more masculine role. Rayven asked about the prince she adopted, but she shook her head. He was too young to rule… Rayven looked young; about twenty or so… But he was far older than that… She knew what he was and didn’t mind. Now that she got to know him better; Rayven was that one guy that proved the demon stereotype wrong.
There were witnesses to her actions, so no one could really say she didn’t do it. it was in her writing and everything… And they knew she couldn’t really speak well with that continuous coughing fit. A few hours later, and ever leaving her side once (some bladder, eh? xD), she finally died… At 4:53 PM. Rayven held in his tears and just closed his eyes, silently mourning for his loss as well as the Kingom’s. The nurse informed him that since she said he was taking her place, he should be the one to say something to everyone. Taking responsibility, Rayven managed to get some guards to announce to the kingdom to come to the castle for a very important announcement. That was when Rayven told them what happened and who he was now. He wanted to resign, he really did… But Rayven was one to withhold one’s wishes. If she thought he’d be a good king in this crumpled kingdom, then she was probably right. After all, there were other people she knew better than himself…
After his speech Rayven immediately went to work within the Kingdom. Making sure things were in order and getting the in order. Things were re-done, and changes happened, but they were for the better good. Some people say that the kingdom is looking happier now that Rayven is in rule.
Magic:
Magic?! Pf-ft, he knows nothing. Even though they said he was studying witchcraft, he never did. Yes he had wings, but it was his kind of species that could let them disappear into his skin ‘like’ magic, but it wasn’t. He is assumed to know, but really, knows nothing of the magic arts. So basically… He’s a magic-less demon… Though yes, he does have ‘heighten senses’, though that’s not magic, now is it? =x
Likes:
Reading, writing, solitude, when people listen, rainy days (sun is too hot for him xD), cool air, minty foods, when people are happy… You get the point. ;x
Dislikes:
Evil-doers, robbers, murderers, renegades, pain, too much paperwork, being in awkward situations, having to speak to a large crowd (he can do this, just not preferred), when people ask him about his hair, being accused… You get the point. ;x
RP example:
You know where this was from! D< It’s recent.
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  It was surprising to him on how much he was happy. Some days were better than others, and the tension was still there, but overall… It was as if Kaze moved on and was slowly reverting back to his old self. That old self that he almost once was; the caring one that held a grin or some messed up smile on his face. The Kaze from before that showed affection in more than just one way. He was slowly reverting back into the old Kaze. Still such a prick, but less of an abusive one, you know? It’s been months since Kaze laid a hand on Sangre that wasn’t caring. Was it because of his son, or some other factor; no one knew. But it was better to not complain for Kaze was returning back to his old self. There was still visible pain in his eyes and the way he spoke and acted occasionally reflected that, but overall; things were getting better. Though it wasn’t the best, he’d survive. Kaze had to… Now he had a family. Broken, shattered like a glass menagerie that fell on the ground… But it was glued together. It was still standing though not perfect anymore.
This morning was much like the others; Kaze slept in as usual as the sun started to peek out form over the trees. From the night before, Sangre surprisingly slept in as well. Usually she was the responsible one waking up first, but sometimes she was just like Kaze; resting as much as she could next to the person she loved. His arm draped over her bare back; pulling her close to him and keeping her there as they slept literally arm in arm. When the sun’s rays shined through the window an crawled on the bed, over Sangre’s back and right into Kaze’s face, he released a groan and scooted down a bit; shoving his face in a pillow. That action called him to retract his arm back and place it above his head. Not feeling his warmth right beside her, Sangre woke up; which in return woke Kaze up—him immediately begging for the widow to be closed. Stretching and cracking a few bones Kaze then rubbed his eyes and when Sangre closed the window, Kaze finally looked up at her with a snarky grin, “You look… Beautiful.” Surprisingly, he didn’t use the word “sexy”. Give him a cookie of achievement.
After the smallest pillow fight to get Kaze out of bed and changed, the two woke their little bundle of joy up. Like his father, the kid was sleeping in, but even more stubborn as the sun was hitting his face. “‘Ey, wake up,” Kaze said, giving Essa’s shoulder a little shake. The two year old groaned and slapped his father’s hands away; immediately rubbing his eyes, “Ya know… If you don’t hurry up, I guess we’re not goin’ to go horseback ridin’.” Was he serious? Yes he was. There was a thing called bareback and Essa can sit on Kaze’s lap. Sure, Sangre had horses here and all that, but they never really used them or if they did, it was without Essa. Happy and surprised, Essa got up excitedly and quickly started to get out of bed. Being just two he could walk and run but he needed something for support. He didn’t have it and fell down. But like that energetic boy he was, he bounced back up and started to get dressed… To the best of his ability. Giving Sangre a reassuring grin and patting her head somewhat mockingly, Kaze went on over to help Essa as Sangre left to get the horses ready. As usual, Sangre got Diablo, her stallion ready and then got Kaze’s; a rescue mare that he kept. Rose grey and slightly skittish, but she was now better than ever. Kaze founded her in a stable; malnourished and hovering over her dead foal. It reminded him of his past so much and his heart just sunk when he saw her. Serena… She was named after his sister that he never got a chance to really get to know. She died at the age of three, but even if Kami was too young to remember her, Kaze sure did… Something’s though; Kaze wished he forgot. But pain was weakness leaving the body, right? So he thought.
Getting Essa all ready and helping him tie his little boots, Kaze helped walk him down the stairs and outside. Walking around the house and walking to the stables finding Sangre waiting for them, Kaze grinned and snatched up Essa. As usual, the boy protested but soon stayed quiet when he was placed on Serena, that Arabian of Kaze’s. Slipping on right behind Essa and leaning forward to grab the reigns, Kaze held onto them with one hand and Essa the other. The child once agin protested, but Kaze was protective… He didn’t want Essa to slip and be unable to catch him. Once Sangre was up and ready to go, the little family then started their little adventure around home, then even further out. They stopped for a break once to eat some food, and another break to see Kaze get chased by a squirrel. All in all, the day was nice. The sun was passed its halfway point in the sky when they returned home, and by the time they cleaned the horses and put them away; the sun was close to touch the horizon, “Let’s go to town and get some food. What’ya say?” Essa was starving, so he was in… Kaze was so-so hungry, but he wasn’t complaining… Convincing Sangre, Kaze snatched up Essa and carried him via piggy-back as they started to walk back to town. It took a while and now it looked like it would have been better to just eat at home instead of going out for it was getting dark, but Kaze assured them they’d be in and out. Eating wouldn’t take long, right?
Right… Unless you were in a village that most of its shops closed early before dark. When they arrived at the town, it took them a while to find anything and surprisingly, they found something, but lost quite a lot of time in the process. As they ate dinner, the sun was halfway down the horizon and when they paid up and left; it was dusk and twilight flooded the sky. Well this was nice… Walking in the forest at dark… God knows what was out there. Making a childish smirk, Kaze patted Essa and got him to walk out of the door. He could walk on his own fine for now. Wrapping an arm around Sangre’s, Kaze leaned on her and grinned, “It’s really late…” But not late for something else, to him. Just as he gave her a kiss, slowly following behind Essa, Kaze tensed and quickly let Sangre go. He looked like a dog on alert the way he was looking around and the way his expression looked on his visage. Yeah, his heart rate was increasing and he looked… Was that a hint of fear? Sangre asked what was wrong, as any caring person would do. “It’s Fox… He’s here.” Of course, Fox… Was Kaze paranoid or what? It couldn’t be Fox… Kaze kicked his ass, right? He even told Sangre that, too. He wouldn’t dare come here… The village did smell of a few vampires, but Sangre wasn’t convinced. Kaze was just such a worrywart. The day was perfect! Nothing would wreck that. Caressing his arm and somehow… Sangre calmed him down, Kaze exhaled, “You’re right…” He was just being crazy… “It’s nothin’—Essa! Slow down, you crazy loon.” First part was to Sangre before he looked forward at Essa some odd yards before them. The rest of his sentence was mumbled under his breath…
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