• I like MxM but in the end, I just wanna be the dude, so I'm good with MxF, but my interest is 1000x higher in MxM, dunno why lol
• I swear a lot
• Atheist, so if a casual disregard for X religion offends you, idk, I might say something, I don't censor what I say much. I'm not going to just randomly go off on a tangent or anything lol
• Mature RP: I have no lines really, so do share your nopes in PM.
• I'm fine with torture, bad guys being evil, etc.
• I like steady character relationships that grow and change.
• I love me some drama. I love this.
• I'm very sarcastic :|
• I'm a laydee. I'm an artist, I work 9-8pm but I'm naughty and don't quote me but maybe I post at work >~>
• Prefer email for posting, for archiving and search purposes, as well as draft saving, and convenience so I can switch from computer to phone, then back again.
• I'm highly casual, but I think what I RP falls under advanced. I honestly don't think a post needs a quote, that's dumb, you post what's needed to further the story or what you think is necessary, otherwise you end up filling up the space with random bullshit that really doesn't matter like wow, lookit the rocks and the pretty trees, and in the end will just fatigue us both :\

He was on the brink of tears every time he heard a twig snap. Less because he feared he was being followed and more for the fear he might be hunted. He was a pretty good fighter, all things considered, but he was use to fighting with weapons and magic, both of which were currently beyond him. His magic was sealed, something that was necessary to cross the border undetected, but that didn't make it pleasant. It was a sloppy job at best, and it was gratingly painful. That on top of his general misery and distress wasn't a good combination. He tripped on god knows what and broke into a fit of swears, kicking the fallen leaves.

He successfully crossed the border, but now what? He was a prince with no throne, in a country he knew very little about, and he didn't even have shoes. He use to have shoes, but it was a long story and now he didn't. It was cold, the pine needles hurt hurt his sensitive feet, and he was starving and thirsty. He hadn't planned this far ahead, there just hadn't been time, and now he was wishing he had. He had good reason to believe he looked like a homeless person, a fact that bit into his already tattered pride and gave him all the more reason to want to give in and cry.

He glanced back at him when he hesitated to answer, sensing his question hadn't been so simple. Hearing his emphasis on the pressure from his family wasn't a foreign concept to him. Smirking lightly when he said politics wasn't for him. Truthfully, he was never sure if politics was a life he desire, but it was a life he couldn't abandon or ignore, not until recently. He was good at it, but he'd never considered he might be able to do anything else. It was strange to him, to consider for Alain the fact that his family would leverage their support against his personal desires. It didn't seem fair, to force him to fit their needs and desires. He supposed the same could ultimately be true for himself, but he'd never thought of it that way before. Even with his family's betrayal, he had difficulty blaming and hating them.

He looked back again when he paused, letting out a quiet snort when he mentioned his entrance. Yes, he remembered very well. His humor faded quickly, quite certain no part of Arioch could be considered something that could bleed. That dagger would have been better suited to use on himself, than the monster sealed in that mirror...but not for long. He tried to put it from his mind. "No, you wouldn't have." He supposed he had to commend him for trying, but it was stupid to throw blind faith into magic like that. He could have been killed, and he wondered if he'd considered that or he was just a fool. Or he truly was that desperate.

He owed Alain everything, whether the other wanted to live up to that or not, and he wanted to repay him in some way. He'd told him no debts, but that didn't mean he couldn't see to the well being of a friend. "I suppose you have a couple of options. Continue to seek something powerful, make your own way doing something else, or stay, and do what they wish you to." He looked back again and said, "I don't know what your plan was, but I'm not comfortable with the idea of you running about the desert with nothing but a toothpick and your wits. Though, should you choose to try again, I have your back." He didn't want to linger on that note too long, quickly moving on. "Or, I can help you outwit your family into being in the position they want, with little effort on your behalf, leaving you free to do as you please. I hardly doubt your politics stand up to the gravity of striking deals with the sidhe." He hissed the name, never having liked them, and all too glad he wouldn't be seeing them anytime soon. "Or maybe both? Why not? Seems they would deserve it for taking you for granted."