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@godlyfantasy12. IKR!?!?!?!? I’m locking Adolphus and Dietrich up too!!!! *crosses arms, huffs, and marches off to go throw them in the dungeon for the rest of their lives*
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@koshka. @godlyfantasy12. @elishavet-pidyon.
Dawson
The blonde girl stepped away.
“T…thank you…” Dawson whispered. Whatever those…capsules were…they’d helped him not feel it as much.
âDo you need any help? Who did this to you?â Another blonde girl asked, bounding over.
“I think this kind lady got it.” Vince smiled at the blonde girl who had helped Dawson, “But thank you. And…Dawson’s superior officer ordered him whipped…Colonel Hitchens.”
Dawson’s fists instinctively clenched at the mention of that name.
That man.
“And…and Colonel Hitchens m-m-made me…and n-now…you’re hurt!”Â
Dawson took in a deep breath.
Oh…wherever Nathan was now…Dawson only hoped that he was safe.
“Thank you both for checking on him and taking care of him…if you don’t mind me asking, what are your names? My name is Vince, and this is Dawson.”
@freedomwriter76 AGH THE BOIS ARE SO SWEEET đđđâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
Paxton
They were all on the ground now. All sitting. Staring. At him.
He flushed, hands still trembling as he backed into the wall as far as he could.
âWe wonât hurt you. Ever. We promise.â Leo was finishing, his eyes soft, just like all of the others.
Paxton stared at him, gauging his sincerity.
It seemed realâŠ
Just as Ara had seemed that dayâŠ.
His heart pounded in his ears, filling his senses. Slowly, he slid down against the wall and to the floor, pulling his knees to his chest.
They were quiet for a little while longer. The brothers patiently waiting for Paxton to initiate the conversation, and Paxton waiting to see what they would do.
Finally, he spoke.
âYouâŠyou pr-pro-promise?â
It was Jakob who spoke this time, âWe promise.â
Paxton eyed then all, sucking in a small breath. He squeezed Hope tighter, fingering the crystal around her neck.
âDidnâtâŠ.didnât mean toâŠto get sc-scaredâŠS-s-sorry.â
âNothing to apologize for,â Joshua said, smiling.
Paxton shifted. âIâŠI,â he looked between the boys, tilted his head into his bear. âIâm not used toâŠtoâŠtoâŠnew peopleâŠâ
âWe understand. And if youâre uncomfortable with us being too close, we can back off a bitâŠâ
Paxton considered this for a moment. âI-I justâŠjustâŠâ His brows furrowed slightly. âIâm not used toâŠbro-bro-broâŠâ His mouth tripped on the word, his mind repeating it, but unable to get it out. His nose crinkled in frustration. âBro..broâŠbrothers who g-get along. Th-thatâs all.â He blushed at his crippling impediment, staring at the ground.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
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Jocelyn
Superior Officer?
Lynâs face twisted. How could someone do that to a person? Even if you were in charge of them?
If anything, that should make you want to care for themâŠ
Not abuse them.
ButâŠshe knew now just how the world workedâŠand that oftentimes, people didnât always do what they were supposed toâŠ
Her heart broke as she thought of November, now one of her best friends, and the long conversations they had long into the night about his fatherâŠThe things he battled with.
Things he thought of himself thatâŠMaybe even Arabella didnât know.
Mostly because they involved herâŠ.
AndâŠAnd sweet Paxton.
OhâŠlittle Paxton.
Lynâs eyes grew glassy.
The darker-skinned man looked up, eyes kind. He smiled. âThank you both for checking on him and taking care of himâŠif you donât mind me asking, what are your names? My name is Vince, and this is Dawson.â
Arabella stepped forward, Luna beside her. âI am Arabella. This is Dolunay.â
âHello,â Luna waved. âYou May call me Luna,â she smiled, her skin glowing as it usually did.
âIâm Jocelyn, thought most call me Lyn. Itâs a pleasure to meet ya!â Lyn nodded her head.
The younger girl from behind bounded up, her black hair flying behind her. She came up beside the blonde woman, grinning. Her eyes flashing from person to person, and then landed on Luna, widening in awe. She then turned back to Vince and Dawson, giving them a wave.
(Iâll let u introduce ur characters Koshka)
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@koshka @elishavet-pidyon @freedomwriter76
NowâŠhow to write Aramis and EdricâŠIâve never even considered writing them in POV before⊠đł
Edric
âCould you try not to make so much noise?â Edric glared at his younger brother, fists clenching and unclenching steadily.
Aramis merely smirked, shaking a strand of brown hair out of his face. âPsshh, whoâs going to hear us here? The rats?â
âIâm serious. Not another sound.â
âOr what?â Aramis sidled up next to his older brother, offering a glare that rivaled his own. âCome now, you know you need me.â
âAnd why is that,â Edric huffed.
âSame reason I need you, I suppose.â The younger boy picked at his fingernails. âIf weâre going to bring back the family name. The inheritance, weâre going to have to find mother. And we both know that she listens to me more then she listens to you.â
Edric growled.
âAh, ah, wait a minute,â Aramis stopped him, holding a finger to his brotherâs lips. âI didnât finish. While she may listen to meâŠI also understand thatâŠwellâŠâ Aramis sighed, âYouâre still the firstbornâŠandâŠby all standards, sheâs still rather fond of you. Though Iâll never know why,â Aramis rolled his eyes.
Edric let out a hard sigh.
âPoint is, itâll take both of us if we want to restore the family name. Both of us, and mother. Along with the Fae GuardâŠwhichâŠyouâve always had more sway withâŠâ
âBecause youâre nothing but a troublemaker.â
Aramis gasped dramatically. âIâm hurt!â Edric rolled his eyes. âAlright, fine. I may be a troublemakerâŠbutâŠeven you have to admit that, right now? We could use a bit ofâŠtrouble in the family.â
âI think weâve had plenty.â
âI mean the right kind of trouble.â
âI donât follow.â
âEdric, Edric, EdricâŠPlease try to keep up! Do you really think that itâs merely accident we wereâŠwhat? Transported? Magically switched? Teleported? To this place?â He motioned to the castle depths they now stood in, far from the prison they once were bound in,âonly moments ago.
âNo, no dear brother! WhyâŠthisâŠthis is fateâŠI can feel it. And if weâre here, then Mother must be as well, hm?â
Edric stopped, crossing his arms. He quirked his lips to the side, taking in all that his brother was saying. ItâŠmade sense.
âAlright. What do you have in mind then?â
âWell, first things first, we find her obviously! Really, I thought you were the master at planning.â
Edric glared.
âThen, we find our way out of here, and finish what she started.â
âAnd how, exactly, do we do that?â
Aramis shrugged. âHow should I know. Youâre the big master coordinator. The one who was in training to be a general. A KingâŠâ
âYou wouldâve been a king too, fool.â
âAh, but I wouldnât have had to do any work! You, however, wanted to rule the FaeâŠandâŠweâre a rather problematic race, if I do say so my self.â
Edricâs wings twitched, but he couldnât argue.
âAlrightâŠso perhaps we wonât be able to take control as easilyâŠbutâŠperhapsâŠwe could at least take our revenge.â
At this, Edricâs brows raised.
âRevenge?â
Aramisâ smile twisted into a grin. âOf course.â
âOn?â
Aramisâs blue eyes lit with a flame of molten gold. A look Edric knew well in his brother. A dangerous, feral look, that always warned someone to stay awayâŠ
âGuess.â
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
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Annia
Now that there was no more…no more…blood, she could come bounding over with as much energy as usual.
The fairy had been crying, her nose and cheeks all pink and rosey.
Oh, wait. She hadn’t introduced herself yet. She waved to the others.
“My name’s Annia Winston. Good to meet you!” She bobbed a curtsey to the new comers, green eyes dancing. “She’s sort of my sister.”
“I’m CĂ©cile.” CĂ©cile placed a hand on her arm.
A hand that smelled strongly of antiseptic and hospital smells. Annia shuddered, but managed to smother the memories. Her smile never wavered.
Cecile
His commanding officer had done this? What sort of creature was he?!
Like one of the Claw. She’d seen what was done to their own who stepped out of line…and had helped burry their prisoners.
She bit back the memories, sending up a silent prayer for the young soldier.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the Gork@koshka Annia is so much like Lyn! Or at least younger Lyn! Sheâs still like that but sheâs grown up just a little bit (tho not too much XD!!!
also any idea if @elishavet-pidyon or @freedomwriter76 is on?
OH I GOTTA DO A NYX AND GRIMM RP đ€Ł
OKAY SOâŠ.
I was writing this and I was kinda boredâŠ.soâŠ.this spiraledâŠ.Vulkasin and Zlatan will haveâŠa lot of questions at the end and Iâm sure u do too so to help stem off confusionâŠLilith did someâŠuhh Siren stuff
Grimm & Nyx
Nyxâs nose lifted, sniffing the air for any signs of his companions.
Nothing.
He scrunched his maw in annoyance, sighing. He hopped forward, glancing back to make sure the other were with him.
UghâŠpeople could move so slow sometimesâŠ
Grimm was pretty apt at keeping upâŠnot that heâd ever tell him that.
But the twins seemed to be lagging.
Zlatan taking up the rear, definitely looking a bit worn, and Vulkasin trying to stay fairly close. He twitched in slight agitation.
BahâŠ
âCould we PLEASS pick up the pace? Or are we gonna have to stop for the old ladies in the back?â
âNyx!â Grimmâs tone was short and firm, not high and shocked like most peopleâs. Commanding.
Nyx glared, sniffing his nose at him. Grimm glared right back, never taking his eyes away. He stalked forward, staring down at the kit.
âActually, why donât we stop.â Grimm said calmly, though Nyx could hear the strain in his voice.
He was definitely trying to keep his cool.
Nyx pursed his lips.
âHow about no.â
Grimm stiffened. âNyx, weâre not the only ones traveling,â he half-whispered. Nyx glanced at the twins and then rolled his eyes back to Grimm.
âTheyâre fine⊠You said yourself that we needed to find the others. What was it? Oh yea⊠âWho knows what dangers are lurking around here!â Nyx smirked, flicking his tails as he turned the words back on Grimm.
âThat doesnât mean we canât stop to rest.â
âIt kinda does.â
âNyxâŠso help me.â Grimmâs tone went deeper, like a growl. Nyx felt his hackles raise slightly, his instincts kicking in. He jumped up, turning to glare at the dark-haired man.
âSo help you what? Huh?â Nyxâs tails flicked back and forth, his legs spreading. âWhat Wolfboy? Try something, I dare ya! Ainât nothing going to keep me from finding Jocelyn. Not you, not anybody!â
Grimm blinked, backing up for a moment.
ThisâŠthis wasnât Nyx.
Not anymoreâŠ
It used to be. ButâŠNyx had been getting better.
Why the sudden shift?
âNyxâŠIâm not keeping you from Jocelyn,â Grimm forced his tone to be steady, calm.
But the fox didnât seem to care. He shook his head, as if fighting in himself. His hackles raised further, a low hiss escaping his lips.
âNyx, vat-â One of the brothers spoke, but Grimm put his arm out, shaking his head.
Something was wrong with the kitâŠ
He wasnât sure what, butâŠ
Whatever it wasâŠwasnât good.
âNyxâŠâ
âShut up! I wonât let you keep me from her! I wonât let you hurt her! I wonât!â And with that, the kitâs claws came out. He leapt, heading straight for whoever was near.
Grimmâs arm whipped out, catching the kit. Nyx hissed and screeched, filling the caverns with his cries.
He was quickâŠ
Too quick.
âNyx! Stop!â Grimm wrestled with the little creature, to no avail. Nyx clawed and bit, acting like nothing less than a rabid animal.
Grimm eventually got him off him, and onto the ground. He stepped back, looking at the wounds on his arm. Blood was seeping out from the various bite and scratch marks.
He glanced at the fox, who was once again shaking his head, like he was trying to get rid of whatever was doing this to him.
Grimmâs brows furrowed.
He knew this wasnât NyxâŠ
ButâŠ
He also knew he had to stop the little fox.
He sucked in a breath, apologizing under his breath.
And thenâŠin an instant, everything around him was changed.
His wolf form prepared to leap. It jumped, gripping the fox as gently as he could in his jaw.
Nyx screeched like he was dying, and the sound made Grimm wince. He could only hope he wasnât hurting him.
He held him against the ground by the scruff of his fur, watching the kitâs eyes to grow wide as saucers.
A caged animalâŠ
A wild, feral animalâŠ
Not the Nyx he knewâŠ
Maybe at one point in time it had beenâŠ
But not anymoreâŠ.
Grimm held him like that for a while, until eventually, slowly, the kitâs eyes grew smaller.
Softer.
Returning to their normal, multi-colored gaze. They glazed over, staring at Grimm with a look of fear and regret.
The fox whimpered, his ears sticking to his skull and his tails tucking.
Grimm released him, gently nuzzling his nose into the kitâs neck fur.
âG-GrimmâŠ?â A whisper.
Grimm replied with a low growl. A sound only Nyx could understand. Nyx blinked.
âIâŠI donât knowâŠwhy did IâŠ?â
Grimm shushed him again, slowly lifting his maw away from the kitâs face. His wolf head turned to the shadows, glaring with glowing blue eyes into the darkness.
He sniffed the air.
Someone else had been hereâŠ
Though they werenât any moreâŠ
Someone had done this to the kitâŠ
Grimm transformed back into his normal self, slowly picking Nyx up from the ground and letting the fox cuddle in close.
And he was gonna find out who.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebWow. I never really noticed that. I mean, I sort of saw the similarities but I’ve also barely written her, so all I have is her voice, if that makes sense.
Okay. Zlatan will probably be totally weirded out, while Vulkasin’s gonna be like “THIS IS SO COOL!”
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the Gork@koshka XD XD XD!!! I can totally see that!!!!
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@koshka @elishavet-pidyon I think freedom goes to bed probably fairly early due to school maybe? So weâre just at a standstill with November, Viktor, Paxton, Luna, etc till morning đ which is totally fine! Hey Elishavet u got any charries u wanna add or not really
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebOh and yâallâŠ.Writing Edric and Aramis was likeâŠ.
A ton of fun tbhâŠ.
Like I donât get to write those kinds of charactersâŠ.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@freedomwriter76 @elishavet-pidyon @godlyfantasy12
This is a little difficult to write, as the twins actually are wolves.
The Twins
Zlatan stood frozen to the wall, his eyes thinning to liquid gold slits.
Vulkasin clamped his mouth shut. How long had he been staring with it hanging like that? Ever since Grimm had done…well, whatever that was.
Their people were said to have the blood of wolves in their veins, they had even called themselves the Volkovians -those of the wolf-, but this was taking things to an entirely new level.
Wolfboy.
Grimm was now standing, holding a quivering Nyx.
“You’re…a vulk.” ĐĐŸĐ»Đș. Vulkasin grinned. “Zat v’as, amazing.”
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkActually, I do!!
So, I don’t know who they’d meet or anything, but I’ll do an RP for William and Alwin.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
@koshka understandable!! Ah I love how Vulkasin describes it, and I love all of them!! @elishavet-pidyon @freedomwriter76
Grimm
âZat vâas amazing.â
Grimm glanced at the brothers. Zlatan was still frozen, eyeing Grimm with thin golden eyes, as if studying him.
Vulkasin just seemed in awe, his face beaming with curiosity and questions. Though Grimm didnât exactly have time for many questionsâŠthey needed to get moving.
They did not need someone messing with peopleâs heads around hereâŠ
âAhâŠyea,â Grimm cleared his throat, looking down at Nyx. The kitâs heart was beating rapidly in his chest, and his ears and tails were still tucked. Grimm frowned, not entirely sure of what to do.
Lyn, or one of the others wouldâve been better at handling him then heâŠ.
âI suppose youâve never met a Shifter before?â
âA vat?â Zlatan finally spoke, still staring.
âShifter. TheyâreâŠpeople who canâŠwellâŠshift. Into different things. Animals mostly. Usually only one. Though some half-bloods can shift into multiple.â He looked into the shadows, narrowing his eyes.
No one seemed to be aroundâŠ
He looked back at the brothers. âIâm a Wolf Shifter. Come from a pack of them. Or, clan, if you would.â He nodded his head in reverence, frowning.
The brothers nodded. Vulkasin grinned, obviously intrigued.
âButâŠIâm afraid Iâm going to have to spare the details. Whatever just happened to NyxâŠwasnât normal. I think someone did it to him. I smelled someone, a lingering scent. Itâs gone now, butâŠwe should get moving. Whoever messed with himâŠwell, we donât want to be on the receiving end of that anymore.â
The brothers glanced at each other, hands moving to their hilts. âAny ideas who it might be?â Zlatan asked.
Grimmâs eyes narrowed, staring into the darkness. He peered down at Nyx.
âAny clues?â He whispered, trying to still keep the fox calm.
Nyx was quiet. He shook his head.
Grimm sighed. âIâm afraid not.â
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@godlyfantasy12 @freedomwriter76 @koshka
And warning: my pen wandered away into the days of iron. Which means… Well, you’ll hear the change.
Also! I’m using this RP to test their dialogue. Alwin is using the less formal “thee” and “thou” because of his very less formal upbringing. I think he may do this in the book, although he mostly drops it in the Squirey/Bible College.
Alwin & William
Our two young men walked down the corridor in shallow apprehension. The hall was both grand for Alwin, whose eyes were used to the more modest home of Sir Winton, and rustic to the court bred William.
To both it was strangely quiet.
“Liam,” Alwin paused at a window, resting his hand upon its shutter to test the wind behind it. “Wast thy home like this?”
William smiled. “Nay. My father cared less for the battle than this lord did.”
“Oh? I think we ought all to be battle ready.”
“For good war all is cast aside. But in peace…” William shrugged. “In peace we are wont to seek comfort over service. My father prefers the beautiful.”
Then he sighed and turned away to go on. He stopped when he felt his friend’s hand on his shoulder.
Nothing was said, but when they went on, William did so with a lighter step and a higher chin.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
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