Lol it's fine! And yeah, I had that specific one planned when I created her character, but I may add more to it after that. Who knows.
And I was thinking the same thing. At first it was going to be Callum cause they're awful people and whatevs, but having him be from Berinike just adds to the story so much more.
Anywho, he has to learn about her, but she still thinks she knows more than she does. She wasn't a soldier and she never had to watch any of those people die, or kill someone else. So, yeah. It'll be fun to watch :p
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Hello all who have deigned to grace my profile with their presence! I am the great Arrayah, lord of the Phoenix. Or something. I don't know.
Anyways, bio. As of writing this, I am a 23 year old female. I am married. I own two dogs (a Dalmatian and a Labrador... so cliche). I work from home. I like crafty stuff and games. I used to be an MMORPG girl, but have since moved on to things like Minecraft and Ark as well as Rimworld and Dwarf Fortress. Who knows what's next?
I love writing, but only get to roleplaying a few times every couple years. Unfortunately, life gets in the way. I'm starting to have more time lately, and thought it'd be fine to start it up again. We'll see how it goes, but hopefully I stick around this time.
I was on the old RPGuild, so you may recognize my name. If so, hello again! If not, maybe we'll have lots of fun together. If I've been online recently, and you're interested in doing an RP, feel free to PM me. I'm almost always interested in 1x1s as long as I don't have too many going on. Check some of my old threads to see my rules, or pm me if that's too much hassle.
Long live the Phoenix Queen. Or something or other.
Anyways, bio. As of writing this, I am a 23 year old female. I am married. I own two dogs (a Dalmatian and a Labrador... so cliche). I work from home. I like crafty stuff and games. I used to be an MMORPG girl, but have since moved on to things like Minecraft and Ark as well as Rimworld and Dwarf Fortress. Who knows what's next?
I love writing, but only get to roleplaying a few times every couple years. Unfortunately, life gets in the way. I'm starting to have more time lately, and thought it'd be fine to start it up again. We'll see how it goes, but hopefully I stick around this time.
I was on the old RPGuild, so you may recognize my name. If so, hello again! If not, maybe we'll have lots of fun together. If I've been online recently, and you're interested in doing an RP, feel free to PM me. I'm almost always interested in 1x1s as long as I don't have too many going on. Check some of my old threads to see my rules, or pm me if that's too much hassle.
Long live the Phoenix Queen. Or something or other.
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I was actually going to ask that too. I'm mountain time.
Hours later, as she stared at herself in the mirror, his words still rang in her ears. She had been angry when he'd said them, had barely listened, but now Kiara could not get them out of her head. He was wrong, even if he didn't realize it. Perhaps, it was her fault, the image she projected to the people, that he thought she knew nothing of the war, that she knew nothing of loss. What Ostus did not realize was that she had been surrounded by soldiers all of her life. She had never been allowed to leave, but that was exactly why he was wrong. Those soldiers were her friends, the only ones she could talk to, and each and every one had been sent away, never to return. She had known loss because of this war.
However, there was one other thing that her people did not know, could never know. It was only as she peeled off each layer of clothing that her secret became visible: a red, jagged scar that ran down the length of her right side, rib cage to hip. It was not the only thing she'd kept from her country, but it was probably the most important. There had been a night when she'd woken up, and thought it was the last.
Her dreams had been of flying. Kiara had been a bird, free to go wherever she wanted. Her freedom had not lasted long, though, as she was awoken by a body on top of hers. It was dark, so dark, and she couldn't see who it was. The man was sitting on her, crushing her lungs and making it so she could barely breathe. Her heart crashed against her chest betraying the fear she was feeling even when she couldn't say a word.
His hand went to her throat, cutting off her air completely, and he raised a long knife that was obviously, even to her, made to kill. As he leaned towards her, Kiara could see the dark hair that covered his tan forehead. His eyes were hidden, but she did not need to see them. Even at thirteen, the princess had learned what to look out for in a person, how to know when someone was from one of the warring countries. He was from Berinike. That much could be seen, even before he started to speak.
Her hands scratched at his, as she tried to catch a breath, but he only laughed at her. "If you die, the war will be over. The poster child of your country in the ground. Your people will give up, knowing that we could get to even you." Kiara finally let out a sob as she realized he was right. With her death, the morale of their soldiers would be crushed. There was another possibility: that they would fight for revenge. But that would only blind them, get them killed too. Her eyes, which had always been warm and innocent, turned cold as she looked up at this man intent to kill her.
He was not expecting her to fight, so when she started to flail, he was caught by surprise. The hand around her throat let go, instead moving to her shoulder, trying to hold her down. The would-be assassin decided his best bet was the blade and raised it. A scream ripped from Kiara's throat as the knife tore into her skin. She'd tried to turn away at the last minute, but it had not mattered. It hurt, more than she had ever imagined anything could ever hurt, but still she kept fighting.
The soldiers in the hallway reacted to her cries, but when they burst through the door, all they saw was the young girl. At first, it had seemed like she'd only had a nightmare. None were prepared for what they found when they went to wake her.
The palace doctors had tried everything to get rid of the scar they knew would form when she was finally healed, but nothing had worked. It didn't matter, not really. For weeks, she had a fever so hot that they feared she would never wake up. When she did, all she wanted was to learn to use a weapon, so it would never happen again.
The memory faded when she pulled a faded blue dress over her head, and laced up a pair of walking boots. The backpack she grabbed was full of rations, water, and anything else she thought would keep her alive in the coming weeks. Before leaving the room, she let herself take one last look in the mirror, her fingers reaching out to touch her eyes. Ostus was wrong. She had known loss, known fear. It was hidden in her eyes.
When the sun began to set, she finally made her way down to where the soldier was waiting for her. Her bag was slung over one shoulder, the bow over the other, and her quiver strapped onto her back in between the two. Like this, no one would ever think she was royalty, and that was exactly what she was going for. When she reached Ostus, Kiara wouldn't look at him, though she did give him a nod of acknowledgement. Her voice was cold, not friendly as it was when they'd first met. "Are you ready then? Best get this over with as quickly as possible."
However, there was one other thing that her people did not know, could never know. It was only as she peeled off each layer of clothing that her secret became visible: a red, jagged scar that ran down the length of her right side, rib cage to hip. It was not the only thing she'd kept from her country, but it was probably the most important. There had been a night when she'd woken up, and thought it was the last.
Her dreams had been of flying. Kiara had been a bird, free to go wherever she wanted. Her freedom had not lasted long, though, as she was awoken by a body on top of hers. It was dark, so dark, and she couldn't see who it was. The man was sitting on her, crushing her lungs and making it so she could barely breathe. Her heart crashed against her chest betraying the fear she was feeling even when she couldn't say a word.
His hand went to her throat, cutting off her air completely, and he raised a long knife that was obviously, even to her, made to kill. As he leaned towards her, Kiara could see the dark hair that covered his tan forehead. His eyes were hidden, but she did not need to see them. Even at thirteen, the princess had learned what to look out for in a person, how to know when someone was from one of the warring countries. He was from Berinike. That much could be seen, even before he started to speak.
Her hands scratched at his, as she tried to catch a breath, but he only laughed at her. "If you die, the war will be over. The poster child of your country in the ground. Your people will give up, knowing that we could get to even you." Kiara finally let out a sob as she realized he was right. With her death, the morale of their soldiers would be crushed. There was another possibility: that they would fight for revenge. But that would only blind them, get them killed too. Her eyes, which had always been warm and innocent, turned cold as she looked up at this man intent to kill her.
He was not expecting her to fight, so when she started to flail, he was caught by surprise. The hand around her throat let go, instead moving to her shoulder, trying to hold her down. The would-be assassin decided his best bet was the blade and raised it. A scream ripped from Kiara's throat as the knife tore into her skin. She'd tried to turn away at the last minute, but it had not mattered. It hurt, more than she had ever imagined anything could ever hurt, but still she kept fighting.
The soldiers in the hallway reacted to her cries, but when they burst through the door, all they saw was the young girl. At first, it had seemed like she'd only had a nightmare. None were prepared for what they found when they went to wake her.
The palace doctors had tried everything to get rid of the scar they knew would form when she was finally healed, but nothing had worked. It didn't matter, not really. For weeks, she had a fever so hot that they feared she would never wake up. When she did, all she wanted was to learn to use a weapon, so it would never happen again.
The memory faded when she pulled a faded blue dress over her head, and laced up a pair of walking boots. The backpack she grabbed was full of rations, water, and anything else she thought would keep her alive in the coming weeks. Before leaving the room, she let herself take one last look in the mirror, her fingers reaching out to touch her eyes. Ostus was wrong. She had known loss, known fear. It was hidden in her eyes.
When the sun began to set, she finally made her way down to where the soldier was waiting for her. Her bag was slung over one shoulder, the bow over the other, and her quiver strapped onto her back in between the two. Like this, no one would ever think she was royalty, and that was exactly what she was going for. When she reached Ostus, Kiara wouldn't look at him, though she did give him a nod of acknowledgement. Her voice was cold, not friendly as it was when they'd first met. "Are you ready then? Best get this over with as quickly as possible."
Damo021 said
You guys looking for a possible new member of the pack?
Possibly. We had someone leave, so go ahead and throw in a CS and I'll let you know :)
Oh I know, I was just referring to your order of my actions :p
Or I'm crazy from sleep deprivation. Probably the second.
Or I'm crazy from sleep deprivation. Probably the second.
Well actually, sleep first! It's midnight here, and I have to be up at 9. Classes and such. Homework and work come after I wake up :(
But yes, I feel the same about the clicking part. It's pretty awesome. Good luck on your project!
But yes, I feel the same about the clicking part. It's pretty awesome. Good luck on your project!
Yeah, that would probably good. She's off doing god knows what (probably stabbing a dummy of him 100 times), but she'd obviously be there when they're leaving.
Awesomesauce :)
I thought it would be a good place too, but like I said. All up to you :)
I'm glad you liked it! I had a lot of fun writing it. I was waiting for him to say something like that. They were getting along too well xD
I'm glad you liked it! I had a lot of fun writing it. I was waiting for him to say something like that. They were getting along too well xD
Me too! Finally someone who actually writes a character T_T
It's taken me so many partners to find you, my RP soulmate! -Kidding. Sort of.Anywho, I couldn't resist her being pissed, especially after all he'd said. :p
If you want you can incorporate a time skip into your post, or we can continue with the arguing hahaha. Up to you!
It's taken me so many partners to find you, my RP soulmate! -Kidding. Sort of.Anywho, I couldn't resist her being pissed, especially after all he'd said. :p
If you want you can incorporate a time skip into your post, or we can continue with the arguing hahaha. Up to you!
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