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 Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2015 5:23 pm
Chane KirwinThe next few nights after her ball were especially hard for Chane. The young eighteen-year-old girl held several shouting contests with her father about her betrothal. Chane always argued that when she felt it was the right time, she would choose a man that was worthy of marrying her, but she refused to risk her own heart and life on the line to help expand her father's military assets. Chane was thankful that night had fallen over the city of Redwood. It meant she wouldn't have to see her father until the morning. She let out a sigh of relief as she walked out onto her balcony, leaning against the stone railing, staring up at the partially cloudy sky. It's a shame that my father can't seem to see how unhappy I truly am, Chane thought as she stared up at the sky. The breeze began to pick up slightly, fluttering her brunette and violet hair, as well as her lavender nightgown, If I could, I would run away just to make him worry about me... Though, I know better than to be so cruel to him. Why must he not see my point of view?
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2015 5:46 pm
 ≪ Nathanial Itheel Delagor ≫
❝ Don't give up, the beginning is always the hardest ...
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≪ The Dragon ≫
Even though his home might not seem as... homey as most others, Nathanial usually found something to keep his attention when unattended. He was in an almost starkly furnished room, just him, his bed, a dresser, a chair, and a mirror. His home was his master's manor, and his room was under the castle. The room was fairly large, but the space seemed to divide itself so as not to look that welcoming. It was enough for Nathanial, though. He was currently distracted by a book, although he wasn't very entertained. No pictures, and that made the words even harder to understand. He could read, of course, but he had trouble with it occasionally. He had somewhat... limited reading material, only a few old books that he'd had for years.
After another minute of reading, Nathanial's neck began to restrict, a slight glow emanating from it. He dropped his book, and it skidded across the stone floor. His hand flew to his neck, and he coughed before he concentrated. He was being summoned, and he squeezed his eyes shut to begin breathing through his nose. The glow faded and so did the pain. He shuffled to the end of his bed, making his way out of the room and up the stairway to the main floor.
When he made it to his master's office area, he stopped at the doorway, careful not to enter without his master's approval, or else his neck would get another episode of squeezing. "Master," he said, and waited. The dark man stood at the other end of the room, and he waved his hand for Nathanial to enter. As the young man approached, the man spoke. "I have orders for you, and I expect you to follow through without fail."
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... so let's keep on going til the very end. ❞
OOC ≪ ≫
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2015 6:03 pm
Chane KirwinChane let out a heavy sigh before she retreated into her room. She decided it would be best to go out for some fresh air and head out into the courtyard to clear her head a bit. Slipping on a pair of black flat shoes and a dark blue shawl, Chane walked out of her room quietly. She walked down the corridor and down the large staircase towards the large window-paned doors to the courtyard, opening one slightly, just enough to let herself out before closing it behind her. Chane descended off of the stone patio, weaving her way through rose bushes as she looked down at the red roses that were almost in bloom. Her hazel eyes softened at them as she stopped near one bush, letting out another sigh escape her lips. She knelt down on the ground beside the roses, watching them, almost hoping the roses would help cure her dilemma as the breeze made her hair wave behind her. " I honestly wish that I could find some sort of solution where my father and I could both be happy, but it doesn't look that way," Chane muttered to the roses, almost expecting an answer, " If there is someone out there who could help me, I wish he would."
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 7:29 am
≪ Nathanial Itheel Delagor ≫
❝ Don't give up, the beginning is always the hardest ...
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≪ The Dragon ≫
"What?" Nathanial blurted out after his master had finished explaining his plan. He was honestly shocked, and part of him was kicking to not follow through on this. "You heard me," his master said, and he snapped his fingers, making Nathanial's neck glow again. Nathanial gasped before scratching at the restricted area. After a moment, he fell to the floor in a coughing fit, and his master ceased. "Tomorrow night you will go get her. No excuses." With that, his master turned away, and Nathanial was dismissed.
He made his way back to his room, a hand rubbing his neck. His brows creased in worry. How was he supposed to go through with this?
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... so let's keep on going til the very end. ❞
OOC ≪ s**t's goin down... dun dun dun and sorry, short post. But! I also had another idea! What if the master changed his appearance so when the princess arrived, he looked like he was also a prisoner and tried to win over the princess that way? ≫
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