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@elishavet-pidyon more charries is always fun! And more girls would be cool, XD Although guys are my favorite XD #fangirl ROFL
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#ProtectSebZlatan and Vulkasin
Vulkasin wasn’t alone. Zlatan’s golden eyes narrowed as he studied the girl a moment. Brown hair and eyes, worried face. She stared at him as if he would eat her.
Novembré stepped out behind him. “So, you’ll help me then?”
The girls face flashed with light at her sudden smile. “November!”
The lad’s face was a picture of shock and joy.
But her eyes shot back at the brothers, suspicious. Zlatan felt the weight of his cloak and weapons under her glare. He smiled back.
The lads voice stepped in. “OH! No, Ara, it’s okay.” Novembré gestured to the twins. “They were going to help me. Find you, that is. But, ah, now I guess I don’t really need help finding you. Considering you’re here and all,” His grin looked permanent. Bless him.
The girl’s glare softened and she slowly smiled, turned to Novembré, and, without any warning, hugged him tight. His face went as red as the warlord moon at first Winter. Vulkasin and Zlatan shared a smirk, then quickly wiped away any traces of mirth.
She turned to the twins. “It’s…nice to meet you.” the young lady looked straight at Zlatan. “I’m Arabella.”
Zlatan bowed. “I am glad to see you safe vit’ your friend, Lady Arabella. I am Zlatan, son of Sotnik Vratislav, and zees is Vulkasin, my younger brot’er.” His eyes turned molten gold, but he kept any other trace of his fury hidden. “Do you perchance know ze idēōt owner of zees castle? I v’ant to…find him.”
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Fork the GorkArabella and November
“I am glad to see you safe vit’ your friend, Lady Arabella. I am Zlatan, son of Sotnik Vratislav, and zees is Vulkasin, my younger brot’er.” Zlatan, the dark-haired one, turned to the taller. Ara nodded her greeting, gripping November’s wrist-still a tad wary
“Do you perchance know ze idēōt owner of zees castle? I v’ant to…find him.”
Zlatan looked annoyed as he spoke and Ara placed a hand over her mouth to hide her hint of a smile at him calling the owner an, “Idiot.”
“I’m afraid not…Though, I’m guessing from the way you describe him, you aren’t on good terms?” She glanced at November, hoping he could offer some guidance, since he’d been with the brothers longer.
He wasn’t any help however, as he knew about as much as she did. Also, he was sure her hand on his wrist was making his ears turn a considerable shade of red, though he tried to ignore that.
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#ProtectSebOK I’m just going to post with the shred of Sofia that I have so far!
I can also throw in another girl charrie oi mine later.
To briefly sum up: she’s 20, very tall, has brown hair, violet blue eyes, is pretty physically something(what’s a word that means directed?), has a small ax as well as a recurve bow and a knife, and her personality is one of “only do as much is required, go all the way for family/friends, and don’t let the littler ones be picked on”. She doesn’t shy away from a fight and often fights first and asks questions later.
Sofia
The halls on my uncle are not like this. Someone has used devilry to work a deception on my sites or if this be true then to move me here. Beware on that man.
She stood, somewhat cowed by the ceiling’s height; the kaula’s wooden roof rested much lower than these stone passageway’s. She wondered if this was how Morna usually felt.
Her hand strayed to her belt, brushing against each weapon in turn, checking for its presence. Metal, leather, and wood. She had them all.
“Hello?” She hesitated; she preferred situations where her physical prowess could solve a matter, and not need to think too much. But, she set off down the hall.
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So I’m really enjoying this….u think it’d be ok if I introduce another Charrie? Or no?? She’d be somewhere else so she don’t gotta interact with anyone rn if yall don’t want XD
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#ProtectSebGo ahead! You could have her interact with Sofia, if you wanted.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkTrue. Okie so here’s my new Charrie (err Charries technically. I’ll explain XD)
MEET JOCELYN (I think yall are gonna really like her (;
This is my Circus girl. She’s 14, blonde hair, kinda curly/wavy and worn in a ponytail. She wears dresses and looks like a ringmaster-esque kinda girl (if that makes sense. Just imagine a circus-y sorta outfit with the cut little hat headband) She’s super upbeat, fun and optimistic, but she’s been through a lot so don’t let fool ya! She’ll do anything for her friends, so don’t mess with them when she’s around.
Her sidekick is a fantasy creature called A Nyx (Also known as a Nyxillium Tricksillus) He pretty much looks like a fennec fox with three tails) He’s extremely fun and can be sneaky and mischievous. He’s about 5-6 years younger then Lyn and can communicate telepathically to those he trusts (I.E. Lyn, Ara and November. And anyone else he trusts. HE HAS TO INITIATE IT. So if u hear an 8 year old boy’s voice in ur head. It’s Nyx XD)
He’s like a mix of Fennec fox, hyena, kitsune, and whatever else I decide he is in the future XD. Also he’s kinda got bangs with brown-ish tips even though he’s a fox. He’s SUPER loyal to Jocelyn so DO. NOT. MESS. WITH. HER.
Like, don’t touch her. He’s one of those Overly Protective little guys despite being a kid. He’s like that little terrier who goes up to the pitbulls XD. He’s feisty. And a bit of a showboat. Ok yea that’s them. XD
Jocelyn (Lyn/Lynnie) and Nyx
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#ProtectSebVulkasin and Zlatan
Ara was hiding a smile. Vulkasin supposed Zlatan could have chosen a better name, but then, there were worse.
“I’m afraid not…Though, I’m guessing from the way you describe him, you aren’t on good terms?” She glanced at Novembré who seemed a bit red about the ears. Vulkasin grinned, then wiped it off under his brother’s cocked eyebrow.
Zlatan sighed. “If you call dragging somev’one who knows how far, and stuffing zem into a closet good terms, zen yah, very good.”
“I v’ould be careful walking around zere. Flimsy zings, closet doors.” Vulkasin gestured to the closet doorway several yards down the hall. Splinters lay strewn across the floor.
His brother cut him another glance, then sighed, and shifted the shield on his back, his face suddenly showing an age which didn’t regard years. “Let’s find some fresh air. Ve’ll zink better sen.”
Zlatan turned and started up the corridor, away from the shattered closet.
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Fork the GorkJocelyn & Nyx
“Five more minutes…” Jocelyn stretched and rolled to her other side, curling into a tight ball. She grinned as her dreams tilted in a downward spiral of color and flashes of neon light. Rainbows alighted in her mind’s eye and she sighed dreamily, imagining herself in the midst of it all, surrounded by the madness.
Her wondrous dream was interrupted by a gentle but quick swipe of fur over her cheek. Her emerald green eyes snapped open and she sat straight up, yawning. “Oh! What’d I miss?”
She looked around, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, only to find that her two friends were missing. And that she was no longer in the place she was supposed to be. Strange. She looked around.
Wherever she was, it was dark. And dusty.
Nothing like what she was used to. Well, except the dark part. There were definitely some dark corners in her old home.
“Hm? Nyx?” She looked around, squinted in the candlelight for the familiar ball (well, he wasn’t exactly a ball per-say) of fur. She found him lying atop a barrel, eyeing her with his bright chestnut eyes.
“Yees?”
“Just making sure you were here! Wouldn’t be any good if I’d lost you too!” She smiled, thankful her companion was nearby. She held out her arms and he leapt into them, quickly climbing onto her shoulder and perching himself there. She stood, taking in their surroundings. More barrels and boxes crowded the space, along with various supplies like rope, shields, etc. “Looks like some sort of…storage?”
“Maybe you sleep-walked.”
“And you didn’t notice?” Lyn raised a brow. Nyx shrugged his tiny shoulders. “Yea, I don’t think so. Which means…yup! No clue what it means! Either way, we should find Ara and November! Come my darling! We embark!” Lyn placed her hands on her hips and grinned, ready for adventure.
“Finally. I was getting bored.” Nyx snickered, ruffling Lyn’s hair with his nose.
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#ProtectSebYay! Its Nyx and Lyn! I was hoping. =)
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Fork the GorkUGGGHH I LOST MY POST BECAUSE I HAD NO INTERNET AND TRIED TO SUBMIT IT LIKE AN IDIOT UGH
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“Let’s find some fresh air. Ve’ll zink better sen.” Zlatan looked worn, and it made Ara’s gaze soften. Until she glanced again at the splintered closet door. She hoped she and November were never on the receiving end of the brother’s brute force.
The two followed the brother’s down the hall, passing the strewn armory. Ara looked inside and, seeing the mess, peeked at November. He blushed and smiled sheepishly. She laughed sweetly and smiled, making him feel better.
They followed Zlatan and Vulkasin down the hall before Ara spoke up, “Oh, I just remembered. I did see two people earlier, outside of this castle. Along with a…creature. I don’t know who they were, but perhaps they could help you find who you’re looking for.”
“And help us get home!” November grinned.
Ara smiled at her friend’s optimism. She was thankful to have him back by her side. Though, what he’d said gave her slight pause.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
She glanced down the corridor and then leaned in, whispering, “If we’re here….do you suppose Lyn and Nyx are as well?”
November’s eyebrows sprang up and then lowered. He looked away, shamefully. “I…didn’t even think about it.”
Ara placed a hand on his shoulder, “It’s alright, I didn’t either until just now.”
“But…if they are, what does that mean?”
She was quiet, and the two continued their pace behind Zlatan and Vulkasin. But inside, Ara was wondering: If all four of them were here, was it because they were destined to be?
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#ProtectSebZlatan and Vulkasin
Zlatan’s left shoulder ached. He sighed and shifted the weight of his shield. I don’t know what to do.
He could hear his brother’s even steps behind him, and then a moment later at his side. He glanced up at his twin. Vulkasin’s yellow-green eyes were flashing bright with excitement. How can he like this sort of thing?
Ara’s voice have him a moments pause.”Oh, I just remembered. I did see two people earlier, outside of this castle. Along with a…creature. I don’t know who they were, but perhaps they could help you find who you’re looking for.”
Perhaps. But what type of creature?
“And,” November’s voice was bright, “help get us home.”
Home. A word that brought memories of snow and spruce mountains before him. He smiled and glanced back at the two, whispering together now. latan looked away, but not before catching their concerned expressions.
How has lost two young people, children really, ended up in this dark castle?
For that matter, how exactly had he? I don’t know what to do…
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Fork the GorkJocelyn & Nyx
Leaving the storage area, the two found themselves in an equally dark corridor, but this one was much….creepier.
And very damp.
A soft chill blew through Lyn’s hair, despite there being no windows, and absolutely no cracks in the walls for any air to seep in. She shuddered. “Well, this isn’t creepy at all.”
“Reminds me of CiCi’s place.” Nyx laughed, sounding like an adorable hyena. Jocelyn pursed her lips to keep from laughing herself.
“Nyx! That’s rude.” Though the creepy vibes did fit.
Water dripped from the ceiling and Nyx shrieked as a droplet fell on one of his long ears. He shuffled underneath Lyn’s hair, shivering, and Lyn let out the laugh she’d been holding. It echoed.
“Not funny!”
”Uh-huh. Don’t be sore!” She teased, leaning her head into her shoulder for him to nuzzle.
Jocelyn tiptoed her way down the cold, damp hall, watching her shadow curiously as it danced in the flickering candlelight. For a moment she was compelled to follow it’s movement and dance with it, but she decided against it. She had better things to do then get swept up in folly.
Besides, she’d spotted something that made her stomach flip. And not in the pleasant way she was used to.
Nyx must’ve spotted it to, because he poked his head out and twitched his nose, “Don’t like the looks of that…”
Jocelyn didn’t reply.
She edged her way forward.
Down the dimly lit hallway, Lyn found that, indeed, she was right in her assumption. There were rows upon rows of rusted, flaky cell doors. Most of them were closed and chained, but a few were opened, daring people to walk by and have someone leap out from inside.
Lyn frowned. Nyx shivered.
“Hmm. Well. This is something, isn’t it.”
“You think….You think anyone’s here?” Nyx’s voice was barely a whisper in her head. Well, it sounded audible to her, but she knew if anyone else were around they wouldn’t hear him.
”Not sure. Suppose we won’t know….” She tilted her head, “Till we ask!”
She cupped her hands around her mouth and called, “HEEEEELLOOOOOOO!!! ARE THERE ANY PRISONERS HERE?”
”Ah….yes….perfection.” Nyx’s hiss pooled with sarcasm as he dug deeper into Lyn’s hair.
No answer.
”Hm, see? Nothing. Let’s go!”
“Mm…” Nyx sighed dramatically.
“Oh…but there are some bones in that one…” Lyn grimaced, pointing.
Nyx made a volley of squeaks and Lyn chuckled as the two carefully made their way through the cells.
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