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Once I have posts from Gold and Knight will post again. We are still in free post form.
Once I have posts from Gold and Knight will post again. We are still in free post form.
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9 yrs ago
Spotify has a unique sense of humor, let's see how this plays out.
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9 yrs ago
Time to decide if I keep writing this story or to stop, only time will tell.
9 yrs ago
Happy All Saints Day
9 yrs ago
Oh so done with today, time to sleep ~passes out on the keyboard~ djeicjdjsididjdk
9 yrs ago
If you knock on my door in costume and are over 15.. I will so give you candy, lol The older tue more I fork over, :p
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Okay post up, you all are set up now for "stuff and thangs" lol
Sana glanced over her shoulder and looked at the one that was speaking to her about food. Her eyes narrowed slightly and she turned back around as she wrapped her arms around herself.
"I'm not hungry," she spat.
"You need to eat Miss Rawn," Jymsine said as he peeked into the tent. "You won't be any good to me if you don't have your strength," he added with a sly smile gracing his lips.
"Oh piss off! Like I give a good damn what use I am to you, you better be glad I don't care about keeping up my strength for your wants, otherwise I would put you through that tent and into an early grave," she hissed.
"Then do it," he challenged as he stepped towards her and placed his hands on her shoulders.
"I may be hot headed, I am not stupid," she said with a smirk. "I'll leave when the time is right."
"You'll leave when I tell you to," Jymsine whispered in her ear. Sana shrugged off his grasp but he spun her around and grabbed her face. "You'll do what you are told when you are told or that little blonde beauty back at the village will be your replacement."
Sana felt her heart plummet into her stomach and she suddenly felt sick. Her skin going white as her eyes widened slightly.
"That's right, we know there is another Rawn walking about. So either do what you're told or I go for her and that sister won't be able to stop me," he said as he pressed his lips to her forehead before turning and walking towards the tent flap.
"Make sure she eats, we reach the port city tonight," Jymsine added before he stepped outside. Sana stood there frozen, whatever he had planned she had no choice now. Slowly she sank to her knees and lowered her head. She couldn't let anything happen to that precious little angel.
~~~~~
Regalia grabbed the man by the back of his collar and tossed him to her crew before dusting off her gloved hands. Turning she perked a brow slightly and stepped over to the so called poet.
"Derrix, tis been a long time. I wondered what became of you. Good to see you still drawing breath. Join Shela and I if you would," she said with a soft smile before turning on her heals and pushing into the tavern, letting her crew take care of the man she had tossed their way.
She looked around a moment before spotting Shela at the bar, strolling over she took a seat next to her old friend and smiled as a glass of wine was set before her. Gingerly pulling the gloves from her long fingers she sat poised as she tucked them into her belt.
"Always the proper one," Shela sniggered. "So what brings you here?"
"Kings calling, there is a masquerade ball this evening. Apparently it is some celebration but not much is being said. Only thing I know is that it is supposed to be big. I was sent for and here I am. I figured it couldn't hurt and there is supposed to be this rather remarkable pair singing this evening, you know me. I am such a lover of any art, even vocal ones."
Shela perked a thick brow and looked over towards the rest of her group that remained. "A singer? You don't say," she said more to them than to Regalia, who was sipping her wine.
"Yes, apparently one each of two different gypsy troupes, a first appearance," Regalia said as she ran her finger over the edge of her chalice.
"I'm not hungry," she spat.
"You need to eat Miss Rawn," Jymsine said as he peeked into the tent. "You won't be any good to me if you don't have your strength," he added with a sly smile gracing his lips.
"Oh piss off! Like I give a good damn what use I am to you, you better be glad I don't care about keeping up my strength for your wants, otherwise I would put you through that tent and into an early grave," she hissed.
"Then do it," he challenged as he stepped towards her and placed his hands on her shoulders.
"I may be hot headed, I am not stupid," she said with a smirk. "I'll leave when the time is right."
"You'll leave when I tell you to," Jymsine whispered in her ear. Sana shrugged off his grasp but he spun her around and grabbed her face. "You'll do what you are told when you are told or that little blonde beauty back at the village will be your replacement."
Sana felt her heart plummet into her stomach and she suddenly felt sick. Her skin going white as her eyes widened slightly.
"That's right, we know there is another Rawn walking about. So either do what you're told or I go for her and that sister won't be able to stop me," he said as he pressed his lips to her forehead before turning and walking towards the tent flap.
"Make sure she eats, we reach the port city tonight," Jymsine added before he stepped outside. Sana stood there frozen, whatever he had planned she had no choice now. Slowly she sank to her knees and lowered her head. She couldn't let anything happen to that precious little angel.
~~~~~
Regalia grabbed the man by the back of his collar and tossed him to her crew before dusting off her gloved hands. Turning she perked a brow slightly and stepped over to the so called poet.
"Derrix, tis been a long time. I wondered what became of you. Good to see you still drawing breath. Join Shela and I if you would," she said with a soft smile before turning on her heals and pushing into the tavern, letting her crew take care of the man she had tossed their way.
She looked around a moment before spotting Shela at the bar, strolling over she took a seat next to her old friend and smiled as a glass of wine was set before her. Gingerly pulling the gloves from her long fingers she sat poised as she tucked them into her belt.
"Always the proper one," Shela sniggered. "So what brings you here?"
"Kings calling, there is a masquerade ball this evening. Apparently it is some celebration but not much is being said. Only thing I know is that it is supposed to be big. I was sent for and here I am. I figured it couldn't hurt and there is supposed to be this rather remarkable pair singing this evening, you know me. I am such a lover of any art, even vocal ones."
Shela perked a thick brow and looked over towards the rest of her group that remained. "A singer? You don't say," she said more to them than to Regalia, who was sipping her wine.
"Yes, apparently one each of two different gypsy troupes, a first appearance," Regalia said as she ran her finger over the edge of her chalice.
I will post tomorrow with a lot of information. After that post I will expect either much higher quality posts than some I have been seeing or I will need to just close this.
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